#but they want to get into every body of water

[just-a-ghost00]

You through their eyes

This reading is written in first person / from the POV of the person you’re enquiring about. I tried to keep the text as neutral as possible so that anyone could relate to it. This can apply to any type of romantic connection, whether you are in contact with this person or not. It can be a past person or a future person.

Group 1 - Deer

Cards : 4 of wands, King of pentacles, 9 of pentacles, ace of wands, 2 of swords, 6 of swords

Right from the moment our eyes met, I knew. I knew that you had my heart wrapped around your finger. I knew that you were the one. As soon as I saw you, I felt the urge to ask for your hand. To claim you as my forever person. My ride or die. I knew that I wanted to have a home with you. That I wanted to build a legacy with you. I knew that you were the one. That you had it all. The good looks, the brains, the strength to keep up with me through thick and thin. I knew that I couldn’t get rid of you even if I wanted to. That no matter how hard I’d try I could never forget you nor get you out of my system. You were just engraved in me like a tattoo on my skin meant to remind me of my truth : that I was meant to be yours just as much as you were meant to be mine. That true love is real and is in the shape of you. I knew that I had to have you right away. And by God did I want you. I craved you more than I could ever fathom and it scared me. I never wanted anyone so bad. The reactions you birthed in me my love, were so sweet and addictive I feared I couldn’t hold myself back if I were to cross the line. I didn’t want you to hate me. It’s just visceral. The way you get me. The way you come under my skin and tease me. The way you look at me with those innocent eyes of yours. Those beautiful orbs that I drowned myself in. How your lips tremble at the vulnerability of your unexpressed emotions. How your tongue slips through your lips when you get nervous. How soft your tone is whenever you are around me. God, you make me crazy. Right from the start I was stuck in a dilemma. Fighting with my head and my heart, trying to figure out which way to go, what the hell to do to get to you without hurting nor scaring you. How to live on knowing that I couldn’t have you. Knowing that I would have to stay away from you. The moment our gazes embraced each other, you had my fate in your hands and my heart held hostage. And I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I tried to move on and shield both of us from the hurt this could provoke. But being away from you is nearly impossible. You’re as essential to me as the air I breathe. Every minute I am reminded of you. When I met you, I knew I had to do right by you or you wouldn’t let me in. It was obvious that you were well educated and mature enough to cut me off if I ever tried anything you deemed as wrong. It was obvious that you didn’t need me and were doing very well on your own. That you could have anything and anyone you wanted at the snap of your fingers. But I just couldn’t ignore you. Something about you called to me and made me want to pursue you like no other, no matter how you could have perceived me, no matter if people thought I was a fool. I wanted to take the risk and chase you because a part of me was convinced I would never get the chance to see you again if I didn’t.

Confirmation signs : Taurus, Aries, Gemini, rainbows, important bodies of water such as rivers and seas, long distance connections, feeling like you’re the yin to the other’s yang, number 14, Sagittarius, Jupiter, travels, sunsets and sunrises ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Group 2 Tree

Cards : ace of pentacles, tower, 10 of cups, 6 of cups, knight of cups, king of swords

You came into my life at the perfect timing. Like a breath of fresh air in the middle of a storm I didn’t realise I was stuck in until you arrived. And boy did you make some noise. You were like thunder. I was immediately electrified. You uprooted everything and anything I thought I knew. You completely changed the course of my life and to this days I still believe that is for the better. Ever since I met you I have never felt so happy and fulfilled. My life feels like a dream. You were so beautiful and pure it was impossible not to love you. You took my hand ever so gently, offered your help and guidance without expecting anything in return. You kept giving and giving, surrounding me with your warm and loving embrace I just felt so good. You are an angel, a miracle that I still can’t believe I met. I feel so lucky to have you by my side love. So happy. My love for you was already strong and kept growing as I got to know you. I was in awe with your soft demeanour, your tender touch, your caring approach and empathy for others. You were like royalty. So radiant and calm that for a mere second I thought I was in Heaven. Such a wonderful being like you surely cannot be real, I thought. But you are as real as the coin in my pocket and I was the one lucky enough to have you in my life. Can you believe that? To me you were like a life line. I didn’t know I was drowning until you took my hand and pulled me out of the mess I was in. I don’t know how you did it nor how you saw so clearly what I couldn’t but I am so grateful you did. Never once did you judge me nor hurt me. Never once did you question me nor doubt my essence. You kept supporting me and loving me even at my worst. When I couldn’t give you what you wanted you looked for it out on your own and patiently waited for me to catch up. When my heart was guarded and in pain, you cautiously weaved your way through the cracks of my armour and helped me heal. You soothed my fears and mended my wounds with such grace and humbleness that I fell in love harder than before. Your tender heart got the best of my reserved nature. The more time goes by and the more I think God sent you to lift me up. You are Heavensent. You are my other half the one I’ve been missing for so long. With you by my side I feel at peace, finally. I fell in love with your romantic side and your pure good willed heart. With your little dances whenever you’re happy and how you hum to our favorite songs to make yourself comfortable. How you bake in the kitchen with that little smile on your face, thinking I don’t see you. How you so effortlessly get me every time, even though I try my best to shut you out. You never give up on me though I am hard on you sometimes.

Confirmation signs : water signs especially Scorpio, letter K, meeting by the river, love at first sight, believing in soulmates, late night conversations, spiritual ramblings, water lilies and butterflies

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Group 3 - Daisies

Cards : The World, 7 of swords, 7 of cups, page of wands, 4 of wands, Death

You were so different than me that at first I felt like we were miles away from each other and had nothing in common. You seemed like the world was laying at your feet yet you wanted none of it. You seemed dangerous and so bad for my health and peace of mind. Yet, I couldn’t help but feel drawn to you. You were so mysterious, so intense that I had to dig further, dive deeper. You were so intriguing and in your presence it felt like the world was opening before me and my options were suddenly much better. I felt braver, more optimistic, successful. It felt like with you by my side I could conquer the world. You were so smooth, so supportive. So sensual and strong I felt so little next to you. There was a depth to you I couldn’t explain. An air of someone that was wiser than what they let on. Someone that had been through hell and rose out of it without a scratch. You were so precious and powerful. I had to have you. I thought my minds were playing tricks on me when you told me “I love you”. I didn’t think someone like you would want someone like me. I felt like a scam. However you didn’t seem to care. You kept moving on expecting for me to follow you and I did. You never once looked back because you knew. You knew I wouldn’t let you down. It’s like you could predict my every move and saw right through me. I was mesmerised by you. Bewitched. I felt like a clown but I couldn’t help but to love the feeling. You made me want to be more and expand in ways I never thought possible. You triggered a passion I didn’t know I possessed. Suddenly I was getting jealous imagining that someone else could have you and that made me furious. I would have done anything for you. I still would. God you make me crazy with how much I want you. I desired you so strongly I thought I was possessed. At some point I even thought you were manipulating me. I felt trapped and like I had no other option but to be yours. And then I gave in and realised there was no point in fighting this feeling. The more I fought and tried to repress my desire the harder I fell. You were so beau and I felt like a frog trying to hang out with a Queen. I felt so ridiculous. But in my heart I knew that I would spend the rest of my life with you, until my last breath. Because at the end of the day, that’s what I wanted and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I would chase you around the Earth if I had to if that meant being by your side. You are my muse.

Confirmation signs : fixed signs especially Scorpio, number 7, letter S, song All of me, cultural differences, beauty and the beast trope, red roses, ennemies to lovers trope

[inbabylontheywept]

Weird Grandpa Dale Story #1

The day started with me digging up cactus. Grandpa Dale had a weird beef with cactuses, bad enough to pay me 10 cents for every pound I turned in. Looking back at it, I think they offended him because they could exist without his consent: They didn't need his water, they didn't need his fertilizer, and they certainly didn't need his permission. 

And that, he simply could not abide. 

Grandpa Dale had been doing something weird that whole morning. I knew because I'd been able to watch him since sunrise. Every time I took a break from digging cactus to look back at the house, I saw him doing something with the gopher holes. 

That made me nervous. Things never went well when he started messing with the gophers.  Earlier that month he'd tried gassing them out, and all he got from that effort was nasty looking blisters up both arms. He almost never complained about anything, but he griped all day about how bad those blisters hurt. When his wife suggested that he go to the hospital he said No, what am I gonna tell them? That my trench got overrun? They wouldn't buy that. They'd think I was cooking meth. 

Which was funny to hear, but also, true, and also, enough for me to know better than to get involved in future gopher battles. 

Which is to admit that I did get involved. But I should've known better. A few hours in, he invited me over, gave me a cold soda, and showed me what he had set up: Two camping chairs, a wicked sharp shovel, a car battery, and a long length of copper wire leading to a pit he'd dug in the middle of the yard. Told me that if I stayed a bit and took a break, cooled down there with a soda in the shade, I'd see something amazing. I asked him if there was even a chance I could get hurt by this "something amazing", and he said "no," which I knew was a bald faced lie. But I believed him because I wanted to believe him. Because I wanted to know what he'd done, and I wanted to sit there in the shade with my grandpa. I also figured, hey, maybe getting gassed taught him a lesson. 

(Never, ever assume that the kind of person willing to break out chemical weapons against gophers is capable of being taught a lesson.) 

So I sat down in my chair and he beamed at that. He loved having an audience. Then I watched him lean forward and tap the ends of the wire against the battery terminals.

And that's where everything went wrong.  

The first thing that hit me was the yard itself. Little bits of sand and grit flying fast enough to hit my skin and bite. It took a year and change for all the little bits to work their way out. But I didn't even feel it at the time, because of what happened after. 

I genuinely think he'd imagined the gophers getting launched out of the holes, disoriented but alive. I think that shovel was there to finish them off afterwards. Which also would've been traumatizing, but probably less so than watching each of those cute little gopher holes projectile vomit bloody piles of tattered critter all over the lawn. 

Which, spoiler alert, is exactly what happened. The sky fell down, and the ground flew up, and the gophers found themselves with nowhere to go. So they did the next best thing and went a little bit everywhere.

I don't think it was actually silent afterwards, but I couldn't hear shit. There was just this long, ringing period of us looking at each other, then the meat piles, then the lawn crater, then the big buckled section of yard that looked oddly like Rockies just behind us, then back to each other. 

I think I did that two or three times before I felt my shoulders start to shake a little. I was crying. Felt weird to cry and not be able to hear it. Like a tic almost, or the way your body seizes up right before you puke. 

And then I looked at his face, and I saw him mouth a single soundless word: 

Shit.

[karaeilishh]

DADDY?

SUMMARY: Your girlfriend is coming home after a music tour and she's mad. Maybe if you get down on your knees and be a good girl, she'll feel better?   

pairing: billie eilish x !fem reader 

WARNINGS: smut, !daddy dom billie, !sub reader, strap (r receiving), oral (r/billie receiving), daddy kink, pet names (princess, daddys girl, angel ect), orgasm control, begging, shes going crazy 

wc: 2.6k 

a/n: ik you saw it before but don’t mind. still apologize for the mistakes in the text, english is not my first language, enjoyyy 

music: angel – massive attack 

You were all alone at home, standing in front of the mirror completely naked. You loved looking at your body after a shower. Droplets of water flowed beautifully over your soft skin, your hair lay on your shoulders, your collarbones bulged slightly. Your body was very beautiful. And it wasn't just you who thought so. That's what the one for whom you spent an hour in the bathroom taking care of your body thought. The one for whom you are currently looking for the most beautiful set of underwear in your closet. A red lace one that barely covered your body’s private parts. Billie adored it. It was his absolute favorite. Just like you. In addition to your underwear, you put on a satin black dressing gown. It was short. It was driving Billy crazy.   

As for Billie, she was on her music tour for a few weeks, and you were so proud of her that you just couldn't help but give her a treat after a good job. You both knew who her treat was. You were ready to give yourself to her completely. Do whatever she wants, like you usually do. Like a good girl. You know she misses your perfect body like crazy. It's driving her crazy. Every time she comes home after a tour, she takes you as greedily and dirty as she can. And you will both enjoy this hunger for each other. Every week spent apart felt like sweet torture. Like thoughts of each other's warmth.   

You tried not to think about the morning photo she sent you anymore. It was just her hands with the caption “You can't even imagine what pleasure these hands will give you tonight.” It made you weak at the knees, the needy girl you've always been with Billy. You expected her to just come home hungry and playful, as she always was, but...   

When your phone started ringing, you smiled. You knew who the call was from. “Hi, my love” Your voice was soft, but playful at the same time. “Are you feeling well?” The voice on the other end of the phone was cold and harsh. You heard the noise of her car. She was on her way home.  

“Yes, I'm fine, and you?” You felt a little uneasy when your beloved wasn't as soft as usual. Your voice was quieter, and Billie noticed it, but she didn't care right now. “I'll be home in 20 minutes. Angel, i'm in a terrible mood, so you won't get off with one orgasm. Put on my favorite and no makeup” Her words hit down your stomach, making you sigh softly. She returns from the tour angry for the first time. 

“No makeup? Why?” You sounded quieter than usual, but now not out of concern, but out of desire. “Because your face will be buried in the mattress while I fuck you. And I promise that you will cry with pleasure.” She was growling into the phone, imagining this beautiful picture. You were ready to whine. Billie could always say something that would just fold you in half. “Good...” You mumbled softly as you hung up the phone. The knot in your stomach has already started to tighten. You just had to wait for your girlfriend to arrive as soon as possible.    

To somehow brighten up the wait, you closed the curtains in your bedroom and turned on the pale red backlight. You applied her favorite perfume to your body and fixed your hair for the last time. And no makeup. You took off your dressing gown when you heard the front door open. She came.  

You went downstairs quickly to see your girlfriend. She looked wild, tired, and very sexy. Her hair was slightly disheveled. She wore a “Misfits” shirt and black wide-leg jeans with her favorite belt. You just knew what was underneath them.   

“Hi babe.” You walked up to Billie, swinging your hips, your arms wrapped around her neck as her hands gripped your waist. “You know how to please me. Good girl,” Billie changed your position, pressing you against a cold wall, you sighed. You were literally purring, pressing your body against hers. You felt the bulge against her pants and rubbed against it. Desire was written on Billie's face. “Bedroom. Now,” Those words were enough for you to take her by the hand and take her to the second floor. Billie was pleasantly surprised when she saw what your bedroom looked like. She loved it when you were preparing for her arrival.  

“I can't take it anymore if you rock your ass like that.” She hugged you to her, putting her hands on your ass, squeezing it. You giggled softly. “I don't want you to be patient. You can take whatever you want.” Your girlfriend was clearly pleased with your answer. “Sit on the bed, let me do something.” Billie was a little worried when you told her to do it, but she obediently sat on the edge of the bed, looking at you.  

“That's it...” You smiled as you approached Billie. You knelt between her legs, resting your head on her hip. “Look at me” You whispered as your hands reached for her belt. You bit your lip, slowly getting rid of it. The way Billie trembled under your touch made you wet. You ran your lips over the fabric of her jeans, finding the fly of her jeans. You undid it with your teeth, without taking your eyes off Billy's eyes. She was going crazy. Her hands were crumpling the sheets, and her eyes were running from your mouth to your eyes. You saw her despair. 

“Such a dirty girl...” She whispered, running her hand through your hair. “For you, daddy.” That name made her eyes roll back in her head. You felt proud. You pulled her jeans down to her ankles, then her panties, exposing yourself to a big red dick. This strap was your favorite. “Fuck...” You said it in unison when you both felt wild desire. You wanted to touch it with your tongue, but Billy had other plans. “You're driving me crazy, babygirl.” She picked you up, roughly throwing you on the bed. Her body hovered over yours as she devoured you with her eyes. You looked so small underneath.  

“Fuck, I'm going to beat the shit out of you,” Billie growled, sinking down to your neck. She ran the tip of her nose over your delicate skin, grinning. “You've prepared for me. How sweet...” But that was the end of the sweet stuff. You let out a loud sigh as her teeth sank into your skin. She sucked it hard until she left a few hickeys. “I've missed making you mine time after time.” She smiled against your skin, kissing her way down. “Billie, fuck...” She stopped abruptly, looking into your eyes. “Wrong”  

“Daddy...” You moaned softly as her fingers began to rub your clit through the lace fabric. “Good girl” She smiled, returning to your body. Billie pushed back the fabric of your bra, paying attention to your breasts. You bit your lower lip. Your breasts were too sensitive, and Billie was too hungry, devouring it. She bit and licked, making you growl.   

“Fuck...” You looked down when she ran her tongue over the space between your breasts. It was so sexy that you started to choke. Billie liked it. She always enjoyed the moments when she made you feel so desperate. Just for her.   

“Baby, do you need more?” This question sounded more like a mockery, but you wanted more so badly that you didn't care. “I need more, daddy, please...” You moaned softly, putting your hand on her head. You didn't know exactly what you wanted, but you did. “Mouth or fingers?” She asked it without any embarrassment, as if it was the most common question. You wanted to answer “Both”, but you want to get everything separately. “Mouth” You answer quickly, hiding your face in your hands. Billie smiles. “Such a daddy’s princess” Those words made you gasp. 

“Please, I can't wait any longer...” Billie grinned as she went down. She pulled off your panties with her teeth, throwing them aside. Revenge. Her breath scorched your heat as she spread your legs wide. “Beg” She was serious about getting all the juice out of you tonight.  

“Please, daddy, I've needed you so much all this time, it's just...” You don't have time to finish when her tongue slaps against your clit. It was very harsh and you moaned loudly. Your hands immediately flew to her head, pressing her closer to your wet pussy. You missed her tongue so much, it was an inhuman desire. “Yes, right there...” Your eyes fluttered after every movement of her tongue. Your back arched when it was inside you. Billie hadn't pushed her tongue inside you for a long time and these sensations were wild. Her eyes were wild as she looked at your heaving chest.  

“Mhm...” She moaned sweetly against your pussy, sending shockwaves through your body. You bit your lip, breaking into a smile. Her hand reached up, grabbing your neck. Her touch was so gentle and rough at the same time, it turned you on even more. You wanted her. Completely for yourself. And you were elated every time you realized that this was the case.  

“I'm gonna...” You moaned. The knot in your stomach tightened too much, you couldn't take it anymore. Billie looked at you again. You saw her eyes roll back in pleasure. You tasted divine. Billie patted your thigh, silently letting you cum. The words “Cum on my tongue, sweet girl” rang in your head. Just the thought of her sexy voice instantly brought you to orgasm. You've seen the stars. “Good girl...”Now her voice was real.  

"I missed you so much...” you whispered when she got up to kiss you. You moaned into her mouth when you tasted yourself. Delicious. She ran her tongue over your lips, forcing you to close your eyes. Her every touch did inexplicable things to you. But you loved it. “I know, angel.”  

You kissed for another minute until you felt her fingers teasing your pussy. “Daddy...” You were whispering into her neck. “Do I have to stretch you, or are you ready to take my dick?” Those words sounded so dirty coming out of her mouth that you were just suffocating. “I'm ready.” You were always ready. 

“Daddy's girl” She smiled, looking at your body, hungry for you. Billie's “Roll over on your stomach” sounded rude and you knew what she wanted. You obediently lay down on your stomach. Your ass was in the air, your hands were above your head. “You don't know what you're doing to me.” She slapped your thigh, enjoying the way you squirmed under her. She knew how much you liked it.  

 “Slutty girl” Your pussy clenched at her words. Billie brought the tip of the strap to your hole, teasing you. “Tell me how much you missed daddy's dick.” Her hand went down your back, leaving goosebumps on your body. You squirmed, looking for friction, but Billy's hands stopped you. “Use your words, angel.” 

“Daddy, I felt so empty without you... My fingers weren't enough.” You knew what your words would do to her. You didn't see her face, but you felt her inside you. It was rude. “Fuck!” You bit your hand when her dick was completely inside you. Her hips beat against yours as she rocked into you at an animal speed. “Slow down...”  

“Oh, shut up.” She was growling, pressing your head against the mattress. Your hair became a mess and there were tears of pleasure in your eyes when your girlfriend fucked you so well. So fast and rude. And even if you asked her to be slower, you didn't want that. Billy's hand grabbed your thigh, creating additional roughness. Your eyes were blurred because of the tears. And your throat is dry. Your neighbors won't thank you for those beautiful sounds coming out of your mouth.  

“You look so beautiful, taking every daddy’s inch” Her voice was trembling with wild excitement. She fucked you so hard and couldn't get enough of you. It was a problem because you wanted to cum again. “Can I-” A rough push cut off your words.  

“No. I'm not fucking going to stop fucking you until i get enough.” Her voice was loud and broken. She never sounded like that. You were whining, but you were holding back your growing orgasm. “I'm sorry, baby.” Billie pulled out her dick, leaving you empty and desperate. “No!” You looked at her. Tears were flowing beautifully down your face when you rolled over on your back.  

“On your knees,” Billie said it sharply and you obeyed, ignoring the weakness in your body. She sat on the edge of the bed, and you knelt between her legs. “You know what you have to do.” You looked into her eyes, full of despair and desire. “Yes...” You took the tip of the strap in your mouth, feeling your taste again. It made you moan. Your movements were slow and gentle when half of her dick was in your mouth. Billie put her hand on the back of your head, roughly pushing it further into you. You grabbed her hips, trying to control the thrusts, but soon the tip of her strap was hitting the back of your throat. Billie was wild, and you didn't know what was going on with her. You could taste your tears in your mouth. Her other hand rested on your cheek, wiping away your tears. It was sexy. 

“Do it better.” She was growling, thrusting her hips into you. All your reflexes had already failed when you took her dick. Her body was starting to shake, and the thrutst were becoming more and more careless. It only took a few seconds for her to moan loudly and lie down on her back. “Damn.” You licked your lips, still trying to move away from what had just happened. Billie lay in silence for a while, but suddenly got up. “Ride me, baby”  

Your eyes lit up with desire when you were on top of her. Your pussy was on her hot thigh, moving slowly. She looked up at you, grabbing your ass “Ride daddy's dick like a good girl” You didn't need to be persuaded. You wanted to cum so badly that you just couldn't wait a second longer. You needed her strap inside you. Billie controlled your movements, allowing only the tip to be inserted inside you. “I need more, i beg you...” You looked into her eyes, seeking approval. And you got it when her hands abruptly lowered you. Her strap was all inside you. Every damn inch. “Move yourself, my angel” 

You started moving your hips, going up and down. The bedroom was filled with your moans and dirty noises between your bodies. Billie greedily kissed you when her thumb landed on your clit. This stimulation was too much for you. “Please, daddy, can i?” You whispered a question in her ear. Your hands rested on her shoulders.  

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” Billie smiled, helping you by pushing with her hips. A strong orgasm went through your body when you collapsed on the body of your beloved. You tried to catch your breath for another minute. “It was crazy” You whispered.  

“I know. And we both love it.” Billie kissed you on the cheek, brushing the sticky hair off your face. Your face was a mess. “Now let's take a shower, my love.” 

requests open <33

[walkinthrudaisies]

Salt & Burn

dean winchester x fem!reader

837 | hurt/comfort, spn level violence

summary: after what you assumed to be a simple salt and burn goes completely sideways, dean is there to help you with not only your physical wounds, but your mental.

*based on this request

a hiss of pain breathed from your lips, eyes slightly watering as dean’s hands made repetitive motions of the thread and needle in your skin.

what seemed to be a simple ghost hunt turned into a full moon. which then turned into a werewolf prowling the land of the cemetery. dean had put a silver bullet in it’s head, but not before it had dug it’s long and grotesque talons into the flesh of your back.

no visit to the hospital was needed, but the excruciating pain as dean hauled you from the muddy ground to the impala was something you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy. all you could recall was the feeling of a thousand knives in your back and the sound dean’s voice saying, “you’re alright. you’ll be just fine sweetheart.” coming out in murmured jumbles like you were underwater.

now, as you sat cross legged on the sink of the motel bathroom, you really cursed the moon and what it did to some people every month. you were facing the mirror, watching dean in the glassy reflection as he concentrated so heavily on the sutures you were sure his hand was going to cramp up.

you hadn’t spoken since you came back, and dean was starting to get worried. your face was passive, looking into the bathroom mirror like you could look through yourself. the look in your eyes had dean worried. you seemed like a shell of yourself. not that he blamed you, the werewolf attack was pretty gruesome.

the sensation of the thread being tied of jolted you out of the revere you were in. dean’s concern grew larger when you didn’t move a muscle as he suggested maybe ordering your favourite food and staying in. the physical wound on your skin was healed, but now dean needed to help mend the mental scar the werewolf left on your soul.

softly grabbing your arm and helping you down from the counter, the small whisper of dean’s breath on your ear murmuring ‘come here’ brought you out of whatever fog clouded your brain. your muscles were limp and lifeless as the man pulled you toward the motel bed. He could see to toll of the werewolf’s scratch on your face, and all dean wanted to do was make it better.

the plush yet dull comforter on the creaky mattress brought a semblance of comfort to your aching bones. dean sitting down beside you had the mattress dipping, a firm yet comforting hand being placed on your back and moved in comforting circles.

“everything is going to be okay.” he whispered, hands moving so his fingers were tangled in your hair. “you’re alive, you’re safe, and that’s all that matters.”

a whimper tore from your lips at the thought. you were safe, but at what cost? head turning into dean’s chest, tears fell down your eyes as a sob racked through your body. “oh sweetheart.” dean murmured in the crown of your head, arms resting around your frame and hugging you close to his body. “it’s okay. i’m here, baby no one is going to hurt you.”

“i’m so scared.” you cried out, tears stains littering your cheeks as they kept flowing down your face. “i thought i was going to die. it hurt so bad dean, i didn’t know if i was able to hold on any longer.” your words left a piercing gape in dean’s heart. the thought of you dying broke him into pieces. even the thought of you believing you weren’t going to make it hurt his heart.

placing a delicate kiss on the crown of your head, dean felt his own tears fall down his cheeks. “but you made it. you were so brave honey. you held on for me, sam, and yourself.” the sobs had halted a little, but dean could still feel the tears falling onto his shirt. “you are so much stronger than you let yourself believe.”

“i could’ve got you and sam killed.” you said, looking up at dean through tear stained eyes. he hated himself for thinking such a thing at this moment, but dean couldn’t help but stare at your coloured eyes behind the glass like shield of tears. you looked so beautiful, and he couldn’t help but wipe away a tear that fell from your eye.

“but you didn’t.” he reassured, pulling you down so you both were laying on the mattress. side by side, he grabbed your hand and held on tight as you cuddled into his side. “sam and i are okay. you’re okay. no one expected that to happen. all that matters is you getting some rest.”

you weren’t tired, yet the motions of everything you’d been through in one night made sleep cling to you like a vice. with your head delicately placed over dean’s heartbeat, you fell asleep with the rhythmic thump of his heart as white noise.

“i love you.” dean whispered in your ear as you peacefully slept. “i hope you know that.”

[spermeboy]

GYMGASM

pairings: nicholas chavez x male reader

summary: the male reader's ass gets an admirer while working out at the gym, nicholas takes him to the bathroom and has his way with him.

requested by: @mindyonastybusiness - here

word count: 803

warnings: smut, ass eating, anal sex, mlm.

You held two dumbbells in either one of your hands, and you'd squat with them to help get your 'glutes' bigger at least that's the professional way of putting it, the real reason you wanted a fat ass was so more guys would want to give you good backshots. Except your plan clearly wasn't working cause all the people at your gym were either girls or straight guys... atleast that's what you thought anyway. Nicholas struts his way into the gym placing his bag in his locker and he walks into the working out area and his eyes are immediately locked onto one thing; your ass.

Nicholas' mouth is practically gaped open and with drool spilling out as he watches you squat down, with each squat your shorts tighten around your ass and outline every inch of the perfect roundness achieved through working out. "m-mhm" you grunt out as your legs start becoming tired and you stop squatting bending over to stretch. Nicholas can't continue watching so he walks over nonchalantly and taps you on the shoulder, "Hey! Your form is incredible" he says with an innocent smile on his face.

You don't think anything of his comment as you get it from people at the gym all the time but the cock print in his shorts tells a different story. Your eyes dart away from his cock imprint and back up to meet his eyes, Nicholas' charming exterior makes you practically hypnotised by his words. He reaches out and caresses your arm. He steps closer towards you, your hand reaches out and you caress his bulging biceps and you bite your lip.

Nicholas takes your hand and leads you into the gym washroom, you both strip off naked and head into the same shower room pulling the curtain across. You stand there shyly as he stands opposite you in the shower stall, you admire his god like body. He turns the shower on and wraps his arms around you pulling you closer against his body, Nicholas presses his lips against yours sliding his tongue into your mouth dominating every inch of it, as both bodies get coated in water.

Nicholas' hands roam down your back and they cup your asscheeks, he breaks the kiss "such a fat ass" he says in a breathy gasp before pushing his face against yours sliding his tongue back into your mouth, your eyes flutter shut as you allow him to take control of your mouth and body as his hands roam around your ass. Your hands roam across his back muscles as he flexes slightly with each movement of his body, "mhm!" You both moan out in the kiss as the warm water continues to hit you.

Nicholas pulls away from the kiss and he flips you around and pushes you against the shower wall, he gets down on his knees and spreads your ass cheeks exposing your hole. Nicholas leans in and begins eating your ass out, he slides his tongue up your hole as he piston fucks your hole with his tongue as it slides through your tight muscle ring. A smirk grows on your face as his tongue is doing wonders on your hole, "it's been so long" you mutter out in a state of ecstacy.

He pulls away causes you to let out a sad whimper, Nicholas looks down and let's a string of spit drop out of his mouth and he jerks it all over his cock as his body gets soaked by the shower, he lines up his cock against your hole and he pushes himself in all the way. You gasp out in slight pain that gets overcome with pleasure, "Nicholas!" You yell out until he shoves his fingers into your mouth causing you to be silenced and your eyes to flutter back as the shower shoots water all over your back.

"F-Faster!" You say in a mumble through his fingers, he pounds into you faster, getting closer and closer to his release. You begin to wiggle your ass side to side making his cock twitch and spurt out his cum inside your hole, you continue fucking yourself hearing the cum make wet sounds as he groans out in pleasure as his cock is sensitive. Nicholas pulls out and kisses your neck softly as he graps a towel wrapping it round his waist.

"See you around, cutie," he says to you softly as he steps out of the shower, leaving you alone. You stand there thinking about what just happened. You slide down the wet wall with a smirk on your face. You wrap your hand around your cock jerking yourself off quickly shooting your load out on the shower floor "fuck... he's so hot" you mumble to yourself while you think about the God that just fucked you.

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[flemingology]

Too Hot to Handle | Jessie Fleming x Reader

In which: Jessie and you get a little too rough beneath the sheets, with consequences to follow

Warnings: SMUT (18+), oral (R receiving), fingering (R receiving), dirty talk, language, mentions of injury but nothing too major

WC: 3.5K

A/N: based on a request I got. Hope you enjoy!

Divider: @cafekitsune

“You looked great tonight,” Jessie said, closing the door of your shared apartment behind her. You turned your body back towards your girlfriend and walked towards her, her arms circling around your waist and head finding solace on your shoulder. “Thank you, baby. So did you. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you half the time.”

Jessie and you had just returned from the end-of-season event organized by the Thorns. Every player and their plus one were invited, so naturally you accompanied your girlfriend. You both dressed up nicely, you wearing a dark green dress Jessie had recently gotten you, the midfielder wearing a matching dark green pair of suit pants with a white button shirt to top it off. You’d received quite a few compliments from teammates and partners on your outfits throughout the night.

“Neither could I. It’s a miracle we made it through without a bathroom break,” your girlfriend chuckled before she disentangled herself from you. “You want some water before we go upstairs?” you nodded, following your girlfriend into the kitchen. The room was quiet. Nothing could be heard apart from the faint buzzing of the fridge and the water that Jessie let run while she filled both of your glasses. Portland had long gone to sleep, the clock nearing 2 by the time the both of you had made it back to your apartment. Neither of you had anticipated to be out this late, having an appointment in the morning for a house viewing. You could feel your eyes getting drowsy.

“Here. Drink this and then we can get some sleep,” Jessie pushed one of the glasses she filled in your hands and ushered you to get it down. Designated driver as usual, Jessie hadn’t drank any alcohol tonight. You, on the other hand, had a few glasses and you could feel it. You weren’t anywhere near drunk, but you knew you’d have a headache in the morning if you didn’t drink some water now. Jessie had already made her way upstairs while you were checking the lights and locks.

You made a quick stop in the bathroom to wash off your make-up and a shortened skin-care routine, and grabbed a couple painkillers from the medicine cabinet before you emerged into the bedroom. “God, you look good,” you slightly jumped at the sudden voice breaking the silence, turning your body towards Jessie and tilting your head. “Thank you, baby,” you couldn’t hide the blush that coated your cheeks, your feelings slightly heightened with the alcohol you consumed earlier still coursing through your body.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, you know. I feel like I’ve said it about a dozen times tonight, but you look incredible in a suit,” you confessed, crossing the little distance between the two of you. Jessie had unbuttoned the first few buttons on her shirt but hadn’t undressed further. You leant your head down and pressed a tender kiss on the exposed skin of her chest. You didn’t miss the slight hitch in her breath at the feel of your lips against her body. You came back up and looked at her with a glint in your eye, one that she’d grown to know all too well.

“It’s late, baby. We shouldn’t be doing any of the things you have going on in your mind right now,” Jessie said. You sighed in mock annoyance, both because she was onto you without even saying a word and because she was already turning things down before they had even started. You tried your luck anyway, tracing your index finger over the exposed skin where she had unbuttoned her shirt. “Are you sure?”

Jessie closed her eyes and tried to ground herself, taking a deep breath in through her nose before speaking. “You know what you’re doing to me,” she breathed. You frowned in confusion and cocked an eyebrow at your girlfriend before you replied. “You’re not getting worked up over this, are you? That’s pathetic, Jess”, you said, knowing the slight hint of degradation in your voice would only work her up even further.

She opened your eyes and you noticed how their color had darkened, her pupils blown with what was obviously lust. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this. It was past 2, after all, and you had to be up early in the morning. You’d scold yourselves over it if you didn’t go to bed right now, but the thrill was growing to be too much – the few glasses of alcohol you had throughout the night not helping your self-control by any means.

Before you could speak up and tease her further, the Canadian surged forward and pressed her lips against yours, hard. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” she mumbled against your lips before you opened yours, allowing her tongue to slide into your mouth to which you let out a soft gasp. “I don’t hear you complaining, Fleming.” 

Jessie took the reins in the kiss, pushing the two of you until the back of your knees hit the mattress, carefully lowering the both of you down as she hovered over you, holding herself up on her arms. Kissing Jessie never got old. She knew what you liked and didn’t like and knew how to get you completely at her mercy with barely a few brushes of her lips against yours.

Despite having only just started, you could feel the wetness between your legs growing to a near-uncomfortable level. On another day, you might’ve felt slightly embarrassed at how easy it was for Jessie to get you soaked, but you couldn’t care less at this moment in time. “Jess,” you breathed, a soft whimper escaping your throat as you pressed a hand against your girlfriend’s chest to break the kiss. “I need you,” you said matter-of-factly.

A sly grin formed on Jessie’s face and she got up quickly, ridding her of the rest of her clothes, leaving herself in her underwear before she turned back to you. “Get up baby, I’ll help take off your dress,” you quickly followed Jessie’s instructions as she let her hands roam all over your back before she undid your zipper and the piece of clothing pooled at your feet. “You look incredible, I hope you know that.”

Jessie circled her arms around your waist and you did the same around her neck, playing with the baby hairs that didn’t manage to make it in her ponytail. With Jessie, you were never short of praise. Whether it was about how you looked, how something suited you, how you were doing at work, she always made sure that you knew just how much she loved you, that you never had any lingering doubts about her or your relationship. “Mhmm,” you mumbled, pressing your forehead against hers. You liked the change in pace, compared to earlier. No rushing to get each other’s clothes off, just reveling in the love and adoration you had for one another. “You’ve told me a couple times, yeah”, you accentuated your words with a fleeting kiss against Jessie’s slightly chapped lips. You made a mental note to buy some more chapstick on your next grocery run. The remnants of the couple drinks earlier had now finally worn off, no longer feeling tipsy. “I’m never, ever, getting enough of you, darling,” Jessie whispered. “Well, I’d hope so, because you’re stuck with me, Jess.”

The midfielder chuckled and closed her eyes, brushing her nose against yours. “Wouldn’t want to be stuck with anyone else”, Jessie let her hands wander back to your front and inched them upwards until she reached your bra. She traced the outline of the garment with her index finger, silently asking for permission to take it off. You nodded, blowing out a breath you didn’t know you were keeping in. Jessie’s arms circled around you once more, now to expertly unclasp your bra behind your back and letting it fall to the ground, bunching together with your dress that was discarded earlier. “You too?” you questioned, forever slightly insecure whenever you were the only one – almost – naked in the bedroom.

You missed Jessie’s body heat the second she took a step away from you, sliding the sports bra she was wearing over her head and throwing it on the growing pile of clothes near the edge of the bed. “Better?” she questioned with a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Jessie stepped back towards you and embraced you once more, seemingly not able to get enough of your body pressing against hers. You nodded, pressing a kiss against her exposed shoulder. “I wanna make love to you,” Jessie whispered in your ear. You looked up at her with a look full of love. Your cheeks now coated in a darker shade of red, blushing at the earnestness in her voice, you bit your lip. “Please do,” Jessie brushed her thumb across your bottom lip before kissing it softly, taking your hand and leading you back to the bed.

You propped yourself up against the pillows, getting comfortable. You forgot about the time, about your appointment tomorrow morning, all the valid reasons why you shouldn't be doing this, and why you definitely shouldn't be dragging it out at all. But with the way Jessie spoke to you earlier, the way she handled your body with care and looked at you like you hung the moon and the stars, you wanted nothing more than to be intimate with her.

Your girlfriend settled between your legs and started peppering kisses all over your face and down your neck, switching between her tongue, teeth and lips, making your head dizzy with pleasure. She whispered sweet nothings in your ear every time she came back up, nipping on your earlobe in the process – something she knew would drive you wild. Before long, she slid further down your body and started pressing kisses against the exposed skin of your boobs. She let her tongue glide over one of your nipples before taking it in her mouth, sucking lightly as she pinched the other between her thumb and index finger. The action had you growing restless and you pressed your thighs against each other, something Jessie didn't fail to notice.

"Getting worked up, baby?" She knew what the answer was, but she loved to hear it from you firsthand. "Yeah," you breathed, finally being able to form a coherent sentence as you were given some reprieve by Jessie. "You're making me feel so good," you finished your sentence, locking eyes with Jessie. An earnest smile – it leant towards cocky – grew on her face, before she ducked her head again and continued her assault on your chest. Her licking and sucking on your nipples were a little less coordinated now, you could feel that she too was getting worked up.

A couple more moments went by, her attention shared between your nipples, before Jessie moved further down your body and tapped your hips, signaling you to lift them from the bed. You did so, and your girlfriend slid your underwear down your body, leaving you completely naked in bed. Your earlier comment in mind, she too stepped out of her boxers and made sure you didn't feel conscious about your naked state. She found her spot back between your legs, using her own to spread them. She looked up at you with a glint in her eye. "How do you want me?"

"Can I have your fingers, please? They feel so good inside of me," you bat your eyelashes at Jessie, teasing her a little further. You heard a groan escape her lips and you knew you had her where you wanted, sitting up and pulling her in a passionate kiss before she could even start thinking about her next move. Your lips moved in unison, all tongue and teeth as you tried to pull her impossibly closer to you. "Your fingers, Jess, please," you whimpered the last part in her ear and could feel the goosebumps rising on the back of her neck.

"Anything my lady wants, she gets," Jessie quipped back, before moving back down your body and nestling herself in between your spread legs. She pressed a couple lingering kisses against the insides of your thighs, taking her sweet time before she directed her face to where you wanted her. Jessie decided to tease you a little further, blowing a little air towards your core, which was drenched. "Jess," you said sternly, "please."

She let out a chuckle, but decided not to have you waiting any longer, pressing her tongue flat against your folds, before she licked up a long stripe from your hole up to the sensitive bundle of nerves that was sitting atop your folds, aching to be touched. She sucked and licked expertly at the nub, leaning her head down every now and then to gather some arousal on her tongue that was leaking out of your entrance. You were soaked by now, a moaning mess, and Jessie was sure you would be able to take about anything she wanted to give you.

She manoeuvred her body in a way that she could prop up her arm between your legs, using 2 of her fingers to gather a bit of arousal at your entrance before spreading it all over your folds. "Fuck, Jess," you whimpered, "that feels so good." "I know, baby, I know. Let it all out for me, mkay?" You nodded, leaning your head back into the pillows and your back arching as you felt Jessie teasing your entrance. "Please, please, I need you."

"What do you need, darling?" Jessie teased, pushing her fingers inside of you, no further than a couple centimeters. "Do you need this?" You squeezed the hand you were holding that wasn't holding your thighs apart, trying to form a coherent sentence. "Y-yes," another jolt of arousal coursing through you as Jessie pushed every so slightly deeper. "Fuck, Jess, I need you inside of me, please, I've been so good."

With that, Jessie filled you to the hilt. She pushed inside of you until her knuckles hit your folds, and curled her fingers to reach that spongey spot inside of you. Your back arched at the feeling, a loud moan escaping your lips as you felt the delicious curl of Jessie's thick fingers. Jessie bit her lip as she saw your blissed out expression, a frown etched on your face and your lips forming an 'O' while Jessie pushed her fingers in and out of you.

Her digits filled you deliciously and before you had the chance to register her movements, you felt her tongue licking through your folds again. The added pleasure was sending your head spiraling, no longer able to contain your moans. You were sure you were being way too loud, disturbing the neighbors at this ungodly time, but you couldn't care less right now, not when Jessie's fingers were plunging inside of you and her tongue was making you see stars.

Before you could grasp the feeling that was building in your stomach, Jessie pulled her fingers out of you. A whine got caught in your throat as you were about to complain about the empty feeling, but Jessie was back on you in a second. Her tongue was now stretching you out, digging inside of you deliciously. Her thumb started circling your clit, pressing down firmly on the sensitive nub. You let out a cry at the sensations that were overwhelming you, the added pleasure from her fingers on your clit almost sending you hurtling over the edge.

"Fuck, Jess, please don't stop, you're making me feel so good," you whimpered, tangling your fingers in her hair as she moved her tongue in and out of you. Suddenly, Jessie freezed, her tongue stilling inside of you and her thumb stopping its circular motion. You swore you could see a wince etched across her face, but you didn't manage to give it any mind because as you went to ask if she was okay, she continued her ministrations and you were back on the edge as soon as quick as you'd fallen off it earlier.

"Cum for me, baby, cum all over my tongue," Jessie said, giving your thigh a harsh squeeze as you locked your legs around her head, feeling the coil in your belly snap at the overwhelming pleasure Jessie was giving you. You arched your back off the bed and moaned her name loudly, biting your lip as you tried to keep the profanities in. A couple moments later, you started coming down from your orgasm and Jessie started slowing her actions, before pulling away from your core altogether.

The Canadian had a goofy grin etched on her face, her chin slick with your arousal. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was a mess, courtesy of the way your thighs rubbed against her head as she was eating you out. Despite everything, you could tell something was off. Jessie climbed up your body and plopped down next to you, her head resting on her chest as you tried to catch your breath. She hadn't said a word ever since you came and you were growing quite self-conscious about the whole situation.

"Jess, are you okay?" you tried, raking your fingers through her curls, scratching at her scalp with your nails in the meantime. She gave you nothing more than a nod and a hum, not doing anything to ease your worries. You lifted her chin with your front and middle finger, forcing her to look at you. You leant in and pressed a soft kiss against her lips, one that grew a little heated rather quickly. Despite the orgasm, you were still feeling quite worked up. One of your hands found the back of her neck and the other cupped her cheek, deepening the kiss. You slid your tongue across Jessie's bottom lip, asking for silent permission to enter her mouth, but you were confused as the Canadian kept her lips pursed. You tried again, but to no avail.

You pulled away abruptly. "Jess, what's wrong? Don't lie to me." You knew something was up, Jessie wasn't one to refuse a kiss, definitely not after she had just made you cum. She always claimed that she loved it when she knew you could taste herself on her lips and her tongue. In the darkness of the room, you could still make out the blush that crept onto Jessie's cheeks. She opened her mouth a couple times, searching for the right words to say. "Babe, I-" she hissed, closing her mouth again with a wince. "I think I tore something in my mouth," she mumbled, trying to talk without opening her mouth too much.

You sat up straight and cocked an eyebrow at her. "Tore something?" you exclaimed, not sure what she was going at. "Yeah," she breathed, "right before you came, I felt like something tore in my mouth," you started getting worried, a frown etched on your face as Jessie explained what she felt. "But don't worry, I think I've read about this." Of course. If there was one certainty in life, it was Jessie doing research about quite literally everything. So it didn't come as a surprise to you, that somehow she knew what this was. "It's the tongue frenulum. I've read stories from a couple queer couples where it happened before. Apparently, some people even get it surgically removed because it's too much of a bother."

You chuckled, laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. "My Goodness, Jess, did you really tear a part of your tongue while eating me out?" You smiled brightly at her, trying to lighten up the situation, but you could tell that she was actually hurting quite bad. "I think so...," she trailed off, digging her head in her chest. "I'm sorry, love, I can imagine it's not a very nice feeling."

Jessie breathed you in and lifted her head back up to meet yours. "Yeah, no, it's not nice. I hope it's not something that lingers, because I can assure you that there is no way I can use my tongue right now. It hurts to move it." You knew what Jessie was pointing at, she didn't want it to be a bother for your sex life.

You tried to come up with something that would make her feel a bit better about herself. "Hey, Jess," you booped her nose, "you made me feel very good, though. And I think this injury is nothing but a testament to just how good you can make me feel." You leaned in closer to her, whispering the next part in her ear. "You fuck me so good, always." You felt her body tense up at your words, grinning at yourself as you realized your words pulled the exact reaction out of her that you wanted.

"Well, I certainly hope that this pain subsides quickly so I can fuck you again, and again, and again," she accentuated every word with a kiss, earning a blush from you. "I love you so much," you said earnestly, pressing a soft kiss against Jessie's lips. "But if this means that I can't properly kiss you anymore, you better get that thing surgically removed, and quick."

[yanderefarm]

Drowning Achilles while brutally using him slapping his hand away when he tries to touch himself pressing him under the water harder when he tries to go up to catch his breathe leaving him on the bathroom floor tied up

I saw u say something about drowning sex in the Ajax abuse request

🐀

cw;; drowning, rough sex, vomiting (kind of), abuse, violence, dark content, dead dove do not eat

tbh there's this one scene in this horror movie "would you rather" and like its not a great movie it's just essentially torture porn but like there's this scene where this pretty goth girl has to hold her breath underwater for 4 minutes and it changed my brain chemistry when I first saw it.

you had one of his arms held behind his back for leverage to jack hammer your cock deeper into him while your other hand was forcing his face into the bathtub. he was clearly loving it; he had been play fighting so far, pretending to struggle and fight so you had to keep him in his place but the lack of oxygen was starting to get to him. his greedy hole was tightening as it started to get hard to breathe and his legs shuffled and kicked, not enough.

you pulled his head out of the water and he was gasping. you took the opportunity to bury yourself completely in his tight hole, fully sheathed in his boy cunt. you tugged at his pretty hair until his head rested against your shoulder.

"chilles, not gonna pull you back up until you're full of cum. let's hope you don't die, huh fucktoy?"

his head was clearly already dizzy from what you'd done so far and he could just nod weakly. he took a few more deep breaths before you finally plunged his head back into the cold water.

his thin hand reached between his thighs and started to wrap around his cock. oh the little slut was asking to be drowned today. you grabbed his hand hard enough to bruise as you fixed them both behind his back in a rough grip. his entire body shook as your new handles made it easier for you to go even rougher.

your cock was trying to punch the air out of him with every deep thrust that pressed right into his sweet spot. he couldn't keep holding his breath for much longer already. his hands started to push against the edge of the tub while his feet started to kick and push trying in vain to pull himself back. you kept the brutal pace in his pretty cunt moaning at the way his body clenched so tight in panic. water began to splash up and spill over the tub as he tried to move his head above water.

"you- ngh- filth-filthy fucking slut you- fuck- you're loving this so much huh?" each word accentuated with a grunt and the sound of your skin slapping together.

"you wanna fu-fucking die today? wanna die ta-taking daddy's co-cock like a- ngh- whore~"

god the way he clenched around you told you everything you wanted to know. you were getting close, your pace slowed as his fighting got even rougher. he was pounding his hands against the tub, legs flailing, body tightening. and with a few long thrusts deep into his tight cunt you spilled ropes and ropes of thick cum into him. his body just started to lose its vigor when you finally pulled his head out.

you watched achilles take deep gasping breaths his eyes rolling back and his cock twitched between his legs. he came untouched on the bathroom tile. just from almost dying. you let him keep taking deep breaths as you released his arms and started to kiss his neck.

"filthy. you're so fucking filthy." you kissed and bit his neck to praise him for his good job as you gave a few more slow thrusts into his messy ass.

achilles sat up properly moving into your lap while he clutched his chest. he was clearly dizzy and out of it, his pretty blue eyes were blank like you'd sucked the life out of them. you almost had. you watched in amusement as his whole body twitched and he came against, spilling cum on his stomach this time.

"hey that's not fair~ you're a fucktoy you're not supposed to cum more than me." you bit at his neck not expecting a reply.

"sssorryyy" he slurred through gasping breaths, his head lulling against your shoulder.

his pretty eyes started to close so you slapped his face. "don't go falling asleep now. you're not done."

you let out a little moan and blinked his eyes open sleepily. once it looked safe like he wasn't going to pass out you shoved him off your cock and onto the bathroom tile. he gasped and whimpered in surprise but you just ignored him, instead grabbing a towel and wiping off your body that he had gotten wet.

you nudged him with your foot so he was looking back at you. "get this shit cleaned up and come to my office for round 2."

you kicked him as hard as you could in the stomach making him cough up water and start gasping for air again. for good measure you gave him another kick. and another. and one more. his stomach already showing signs of bruising as tears started to well up in his eyes.

"fffhaaank youuuu"

[coffeeprincessstuff]

Warning: drinking, mentions of adult video, masturbation, phone sèx, mutual ejaculation, references from blade runner 2049

Salaryman Nanami was a serious man, not necessarily a workaholic. He hated his job, but he was dedicated and sincere about doing his part and making money. But it took a lot out of him, the long working hours were hectic, as if it wasn’t enough tiring, he had to go to post work drinking and dinner with seniors and co-workers to maintain that “ideal employee” image. Almost every night he would return home around 11pm, sometimes even later than that.

So naturally, he was a very touch starved man. He never really found the time to socialise with a woman, let alone sleep with her. But the body has its needs. Nanami was no exception from that.

It was a long tiring night after the meaningless drinking with seniors and their nonstop nonsensical conversations. Nanami entered the apartment and took off his shoes and coat. He took a deep sigh and walked towards the refrigerator. Took some water and was thinking whether he should take shower or just sleep. After few minutes of thinking he decided to take a hot shower. He went to the closet and wore a white t-shirt and black boxers. Then dried his hair out with a hairdryer and decided to go to bed. After lying down, he closed his eyes hoping he could get some sleep just to repeat the same day tomorrow all over again. Usually after drinking, he would fall asleep very fast. But tonight it felt difficult. He changed his positions, but he just couldn’t fall asleep. How can he exactly fall asleep if he has a boner? He started rubbing his clothed cock against his side pillow to get some kind of friction, so it would ease him and he could sleep. After few minutes of doing that he got up because it wasn’t really working for him. He sighed and cursed himself and opened his laptop. He thought to himself “what I’m doing is not right” and yet he started looking for a perfect adult video, so he could just relieve himself from the stress. He was a very choosy man in this case too. He wouldn’t just watch any adult videos and masturbate to it. It had to go with his taste. While looking for videos, he accidentally found a site where there were phone numbers of women, but one has to pay to talk to them. Nanami wasn’t a stupid man, he obviously knew these sites were either scam or fishy. But he thought to himself, are these even real? He went through the site and saw a phone number (+xxxxxxxx037), written just beneath it “Hello, handsome.” He stared at the number blankly for sometime, as the last three digits referred to his “birth date”. He then thought to himself whether or not he should do this. He sighed to himself and closed his laptop. He shut his eyes and cursed himself. “What am I even doing” he said. He looked at the clock, it was 12.36 am. He has to wake-up at 6.30 am tomorrow morning. If he doesn’t sleep now, he’ll be late to catch the train at 8.45 am! But the boner, it’s being a pain in the ass now. He thought to himself “Okay. I’ll just give this a try. If this doesn’t work out, I have to force myself to sleep.”

He opens his laptop again. There it was, the phone number. He took his phone out, dialed the number in the given site, and sent a text saying, “I want to talk.” Almost immediately he got a text back saying, “1 hour- 1000¥. Please make your payment before the call.” Nanami sighed and frowned a little. He knew this was going to be nothing more than a scam. No way on earth this was real. But he paid for it anyways. Just after the payment he got a text back saying “I’ll be calling you in five minutes.” For some reason, Nanami felt a heat rush in his body. He closed his laptop, put it aside and held his breath for the call. Just after five minutes, his phone started ringing. Nanami took a deep breath and answered the call saying, “Hello?”

A husky beautiful voice from the otherside replied, “Hello, handsome.”

Nanami slightly smiled and said, “Well, how are you so sure if I’m handsome or not?”

You replied him saying, “I just know it. I can tell from your voice.”

Nanami sighed and said, “Okay. Understood.”

You told him very lovingly, “What a day, hmm?”

Nanami closed his eyes and took a deep breath and said, “Yeah. It sure was one hell of a day.”

Then you said, “Well, it’s okay now. You’re here to unwind yourself, darling.”

Nanami sighed and after some moment he said, “This isn’t the job I wanted to do. This isn’t the life I wanted for myself. All my life I have been running from myself. I am not the type of person who has a reason for living. I don’t know what my purpose is. I just don’t know any of it. Sorry if I said too much.”

You were quiet for some moment and then replied, “You sound lonely. I can fix that.”

Nanami groaned and replied, “I wish you could.”

You chuckled slightly and said, “You don’t trust me?”

Nanami replied, “I do. I wish I could see you right now.”

You replied him breathily, “Y-yeah? You can imagine me, honey.”

Nanami pulled his boxers down enough to just let his cock out and started pumping it with his right hand and said, “I do have a very vivid imagination, sweetheart.”

You replied, “Yeah? Well then, imagine me naked. Not a piece of string on my body.”

Nanami closed his eyes and imagined a woman all naked with clothes off, sitting on the edge of his bed with thighs rubbing and a sweet little smile on the face, just waiting for him to fuck her brains out. He started pumping his dick up and down with his right hand, his balls were awfully painful and filled with cum. He was huffing a little and you heard that and said, “You like what you see, baby?”

Nanami replied breathily, “Huh, Yeah-”

You hummed a little and said “I wish you could just see how wet I am just from hearing your deep fucking voice.”

Nanami groaned to that and said, “Yeah? My sweetheart’s all wet for me? Touch yourself, love. I want to hear you touching yourself.”

You moaned to that and started playing with your clit and rubbing it in circular motions and said, “Im so fucking wet, Ngh. I wish I could have your big fat cock in me right now.”

Nanami groaned and started pumping himself faster and said, “Yeah? Put your finger in your pussy. I want to hear your sweet sounds.”

You put your middle finger in your pussy and started pumping it in and out and moaned and said, “Oh fuck, baby, that feels so good Ngh-”

Nanami was rock hard at this point. He was leaking precum so much on his head, he started pumping his dick even faster and said, “Yeah? Put another finger in. Let that pussy talk to me.”

You were extremely turned on by his comment, and added your ring finger to your hole, and pumped it as fast as you could. You started moaning so loud and said, “Ngh, baby, it feels so fucking good. Mmh, I think I want-I want to-’’

Nanami huffed and said, “Cum? You want to cum, sweetheart?”

You could almost cum right at that moment. His voice was super sexy that it could make you cum alone. You kept pumping your fingers fast and said breathily, “Ngh, Y-yes. Huh- I think I can’t hold much longer-”

Nanami was at his limit too. He knew he couldn’t hold it much longer, so he said, “Okay then, my love, cum for me.”

That was it, you couldn’t hold it anymore, you saw white light behind your eyes as your body began to jerk and you were cumming. Your mind went hazy and you were moaning until your voice cracked. Not long after that Nanami chased his own high and groaned and cummed thick white ropes of cum on his hands, it was so much that it soaked his boxer that he pulled down ever so lazily. He was breathing heavily. You came down from your high and said slowly, “You okay, handsome?”

Nanami caught his breath and wiped the sweat beads from his forehead and said, “Yes, Im fine. You okay, my love?”

You chuckled lightly and said, “I’m feeling great. Did I make you happy?”

Nanami smiled to himself and said, “I don’t know what happiness is. But if you mean relieved, I’d say yes. I feel much relaxed now.”

You hummed and said, “I’m glad I made you feel relaxed, darling. You are so special.”

No woman has ever said to Nanami that he was special. That hit him. He smiled slightly and said, “Special, huh?” Then took a deep sigh.

You said to him lovingly, “Yes, you are, Darling, you were so good. I’m so proud of you.”

Nanami looked at the phone screen and saw it was almost one hour. He knew the phone call would end automatically once the one hour time hits. He took a breath and said, “Thank you, for everything. This was very different. But I enjoyed your company.”

You laughed a little at the formal statement and said, “Would you love to have me as your company, sometime soon again, darling?”

Nanami chuckled and said, “The business tactic is good. I’m not sure about that though, I’m a very busy man with a very hectic life.”

You bit your lower lip and whispered to him in a low voice saying, “I’ll always be on the otherside, whenever you need me, honey.”

Just after saying that, the phone call ended. Nanami sighed and looked at the time, it was 1.48 am. His eyes shut down and he fell into the slumber within seconds.

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Nanami almost missed the train in the morning, but he just got on it on time. After getting off from train, he walked for a bit until he reached his office. Luckily, he was earlier than he expected. He went near the elevator and saw it packed and decided to wait and get on the next elevator. He got on the next elevator with two other people. When the door was almost closing he saw a woman running towards the elevator. So he pushed the elevator door open so she could enter. She got in the elevator and the doors closed afterwards. She caught her breath and said to Nanami, “Thank you for holding the door open.” Nanami was too stunned to speak. He was a very observant person, and he believed his eyes and ears always. He felt like he heard her voice somewhere. He said, “Welcome.” The woman smiled at him and looked on the ground. Nanami was confused so he turned and asked, “I’m sorry, but have we met before?”

Then YOU smiled and replied him, “Umm, I’m not sure if we have. I’m an intern here in HR department.”

Nanami gave a short reply saying, “Oh. Um. Okay.” There was no mistake that it was YOU with whom he talked last night. The gate opened with a cling sound, you turned and said, “It’s my floor, have a good day. Thank you again.” And hurriedly left the elevator.

Nanami kept looking at your figure getting small till the elevator door closed again. There’s no way in hell an observant person like him can do a mistake recognising the voice that made him cum just last night.

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Nice Shirt (Todobaku x Reader)

MDNI

Shouto Todoroki x Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Content/Warnings/Etc: the start of todobaku x reader poly relationship, gn/afab reader, lots of making out, threesome, sex from behind, blowjob, unprotected sex, swearing.

Mina’s Place: Present

Tonight’s the night. Every hero in your friends’ agency is now ranked top 20 so they’re throwing a party which turned into an unofficial “ten year reunion.” Miraculously, everyone in your class will be in the same place tonight for the first time in years. It’ll be great to see them, especially a few you don't have a chance to talk to as often.

The building is beautiful. Even the elevator you just entered is absolutely glistening. The apartments are massive too - specifically, each of your friends who went in on starting the agency (basically a third of your class) each got their own floor to live on. This party happens to be on Mina’s floor since she's the best at hosting. 

“Hi, welcome in!” a very ecstatic Mina rushes to you, wrapping you in a pink hug. “I'm so glad you made it!”

“Thank you so much for the invitation, your place is beautiful!” you say gesturing at her bubblegum decor in every pattern imaginable. 

“Thanks, feel free to look around! I have to refill the punch, but let's catch up in a bit!” she exclaims before running off towards the kitchen. 

It really is great seeing your classmates. You notice everyone clustered into their usual groups. Kaminari and Jiro listen intently while Tsuyu recounts her latest mission. Koda is talking to Mina’s pomeranian, much to the amusement of Hagakure and Ochoco. Everyone's here! 

You'd really like to talk to Todoroki or Bakugo, admittedly you had huge crushes on both of them but haven't talked to either in ages. When you first walked in, you saw Shouto walking towards the hallway in an All Might shirt. Unexpected fashion choice for him, but nice shirt you think. 

Shouto’s House: Last Sunday 

Katsuki began to stir, careful not to wake the muscular body by his side. The sunlight had just begun peeking through the blinds of Shouto’s bedroom. 

How did they get here? Sure, it would be easy for them to both blame the bottomless champagne at the Hero Gala the night before, but it's a flimsy excuse since neither of them drink. No, they were drunk on nostalgia alone. 

Throughout high school, their relationship was - tumultuous. With a rocky start they had a lot to overcome. Even so, things weren't exactly easy. Competing over everything. Arguing about stupid things that don't matter (well, mostly Katsuki while Shouto infuriated him by being indifferent.) They even had the same crush, y/n, making them feel like they had to one up each other even more. But under it all, there was something else. Some unspoken tension lingering alongside every action. Shouto noticed this feeling whenever Katsuki would tackle him while they sparred, but wrote it off as nerves since he doesn't engage in close combat often. Bakugo, on the other hand, felt it more when they were both bathing. It confused him and in turn, just made him want to tease Todoroki even more to hide it. 

All until the hero gala. 

That night, the decade-long dick measuring contest came to a close with them realizing maybe they just wanted to touch dicks instead. 

Somehow, the two found themselves seated next to each other without dates. Why not catch up a bit? In recounting old stories, that familiar tension came back in full force. All it took was one accidental hand brush while they both reached for their water glasses to bring it all out in the open. 

The spark was immediate. Both staring at each other, making heavy eye contact, daring the other to break it. 

But no one did. 

They ended up back at Shouto’s place (it was closer), passionately making out through the night. 

Katsuki isn't really sure how to handle this. Having difficult conversations was never his strong point, especially with someone who has historically been hard for him to talk to. Well, maybe he just discovered part of the reason for that. 

Before sticking around for too long, he quietly gets out of bed to retrieve his clothes. Picking up the pieces here and there, tiny scorch marks on half of them. What an intense night. 

He considers his options. Should he leave a note or just quietly slip out? Some form of communication might be good, they'll have to see each other again at events and he doesn't want it to be weird. 

He feels a rush at the thought of seeing Shouto again. Getting to spend time with him. Fuck, even getting to be in the same room. Wait. Does he…like him? Sure feels like it. And logically, he could do a lot worse than the kid who was always his competition. At least he's competent. This is all so new though, it would be a lot to process. 

On top of that, he was having a mild identity crisis. Katsuki never considered himself to be attracted to men, not that he had any issues with being bi, he'd just never thought about it in relation to himself. The night before was amazing. It's not worth overthinking, he decides. If being with Shouto makes him happy, maybe he should chase that feeling and see where it goes. Everyone’s gay for someone, right?

Besides, it's time to move on in life. The two of them had discussed their crushes on you the prior night and realized they hadn't talked to you in years. It just never went anywhere.

Shouto sits up in bed, rubbing the red and white hair from his face. 

“Running off?” he asks, slightly teasingly. 

“I-” Katsuki bites his tongue. “Uh, have to get going. Late to work and stuff.”

“You should borrow some of my clothes,” he mumbles, laying back down, “that way you don't have to walk into your agency like that.”

Bakugo nods. 

“And let me know if you want to grab food sometime soon, I'd like to take you out.”

His blonde head nods again, his face flushing an even darker shade of red. 

Shouto has known he's pansexual since the day he realized he's attracted to people at all. Human interaction has always been confusing and overwhelming for him, he's used to it. He had no need to process this any more than usual. The situation was understandable. Deep down, he probably knew he had a crush on Katsuki for a while. His explosive friend is objectively hot, smart, and after growing up with Endeavor, he found him to be much easier to interact with than people typically do. Admittedly, being on the receiving end of the angry number two hero’s affection did a lot to quell his daddy issues but he chooses to ignore that and let his therapist figure that one out later.

Watching Bakugo go into the world in his clothes made Shouto feel warm inside. Hopeful it’s not a one time occurrence, he fought the urge to text him that day - not wanting to seem desperate. He'd give Katsuki exactly three days from when he left that morning before reaching out if he doesn't hear from him. It was a rule Momo set for him when he asked her for dating advice years ago and he's kept it ever since. He made a mental note to text her about this when he wakes up again. 

Pro-hero Dynamite made it through work the next few days but couldn't stop thinking about him. Shouto’s voice. His eyes. His hair. His hands. Wrapped around his - 

Fuck. 

On the evening of the second night, he went home and called him. 

The following morning, they met up at a teahouse and talked for hours. The conversation flowing easily into the afternoon. By the end of the date, they decided to keep hanging out and see where things go (that day, things went immediately back to Katsuki’s apartment.)

Mina’s Place: Present

After talking to Shinsou and Tokoyami for a while about a show you're both binging, you excuse yourself to run to the restroom. It wasn't urgent by any means but you figured it might take a while to find it with how many doors you saw in the hallway. 

It shouldn't come as a surprise with the amount of work they put into this celebration that the door is labeled. “bathrom” reads a ripped piece of paper in Kaminari’s handwriting with a chunk of what you recognize as Sero’s tape holding it up. 

The door is slightly ajar so you enter, finding - 

Holy fuck. 

The two hottest guys you’ve ever seen in your life are making out against the sink. Bakugo has a fist-full of the All Might shirt Todoroki is wearing as he presses him into the mirror feverishly. They jump away from each other at the interruption. Both of their jaws drop. Shouto’s eyes widen and he stares at you, frozen and unsure what to do. Katsuki on the other hand, is looking at anything but you. In their now separated stances, you notice he’s wearing an Endeavor shirt with “sucks” written under the name in permanent marker. It all clicks, this is definitely not the first time this has happened.

“Oh, fuck,” you mumble, wanting to look away but they’re too fucking hot. “I uhm, the door was cracked. Sorry.” 

Bakugo shoots a glare at Todoroki at this information before barking, “well don’t just fucking stand there, get in before someone walks by and more people see.” 

Without thinking, you do as you’re told. 

“How long has this been going on?” you ask, pointing between their shirts. 

“Not long,” Todoroki answers nonchalantly, sliding off the counter to face you.

“It’s…new,” adds Bakugo, “so don’t go telling everyone.”

“I won’t tell anyone. Don’t worry,” you try to sound as reassuring as possible. 

Well, you did find the two people you wanted to see. Some part of you thinks you should feel disappointed, they’re both taken. Somehow, those feelings never come. And after seeing that? You’ll happily spend the rest of your life unable to unsee the two of them pulling at each other’s clothes. Sadly, the show’s over for you. They probably want their space now. 

“Uhm, I really am sorry for walking in. I should go,” you mutter.

As you turn to leave, a hand grabs your arm. “Or you could stay,” Shouto’s mismatched eyes stare into yours. You glance at the man next to him, whose face is tentatively awaiting your reaction. 

Is this really happening? You would have been happy to have a chance with either of them, but both? It’s like a dream come true. Little do you know, they'd also been waiting for this for a long time. 

Reaching outside, you yank the makeshift bathroom sign from the door before clicking it closed loudly. Both of their eyes light up. This time, you make sure it’s locked. 

“Cool,” Katsuki says as casually as he can muster, “you're in middle then.”

Holy shit fuck this is actually happening. 

Heart pounding, you step towards the two men. Stopping in front of them as you're not sure who to face and don't want to come off as rude when they've been so polite to allow you to join them. One hand on each of their arms, you're surprised at how different they feel. 

Katsuki’s skin is dewy with sweat in a way that allows your fingers to glide smoothly over the surface. Bicep tensing under your touch but a small smile breaks on his rosy face letting you know it's okay. 

Shouto feels much cooler (but it may just be the side you reached for.) His long slender muscles flex as he reaches the arm to you, pulling you in for a heavy kiss. His wet lips pressing hard into yours, parting them for your tongues to meet. You fall into it quickly, having dreamed of this for years. Before you know it, you’re spun around and he’s pushing you face first into Bakugo’s neck. 

With his explosive personality, you’d never considered Katsuki ‘cautious’ but with the subtle way he kisses you, he’s close to it. His hands gently moving over your neck, lightly dancing over the space under your jaw as he slowly brushes his lips over yours. One of Shouto’s hands reaches around you, roughly gripping his hair. The kiss deepens in response as your mouth muffles his gasps. You feel Todoroki’s other hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you back into him while he kisses the back of your neck. Your hands join Shouto’s in Katsuki’s hair. Everything feels perfect.

Eventually, most of your clothes found their way onto the bathroom floor leaving the three of you nearly naked. Bakugo pulls your legs around his hips, grinding you into him as he hardens in his underwear. Shouto feels the same against you, his hands gripping his boyfriend’s back rubbing himself hard into your ass while pulling you both closer. Dropping your head onto Bakugo’s shoulder, your lips latch onto the thin skin near his neck. Over your shoulder, the two of them resume making out - you notice Katsuki is a lot rougher with Shouto than he is with you but the passion is the same. Out of the corner of your eye, his teeth connect hard with his boyfriend’s lips. Shouto’s moans fill your ears as he suddenly juts harder into you - the sudden friction making you bite Katsuki’s neck as you try to hold it together. The three of you are left gasping while you try in vain to quiet each other. 

Shouto is the first to pull away, removing his own underwear before starting on yours. 

“This okay?” he looks between the two of you. Both of you nodding in response. 

“Yeah,” you smile before giving him a quick kiss. 

Admittedly, none of you have ever done anything quite like this so you aren’t really sure where to start. Shouto takes the lead this time, following what feels right. 

He sits on the counter, moving you to face him. Kissing you deeply, as his hands grip your hair. Katsuki stands to the side of you, his hands running over your body before settling between your legs.

“Awwe, they’re already wet for us,” he massages your clit with one finger before sliding another into you, “so fucking wet.”

 When your wimpers become too much to keep up with the kiss, Shouto moves your head to his chest. Holding you close with one hand while stroking himself with the other. 

“You look so pretty like that,” he croons down at you.

An additional finger stretches you further. You feel yourself clenching around Bakugo’s hand while gripping Todoroki’s back. Shaking, your knees give out from under you. Shouto doesn’t mind you lying on him at all as he continues whispering sweet words of encouragement in your ear while you cum around his boyfriend’s fingers. Any attempts at being quiet, momentarily forgotten.

“Good job, I think they’re ready for you,” he smiles over your shoulder.

“Think so,” you hear the amusement in Katsuki’s voice. One of his hands bracing your hip while he uses the other to line himself up. 

“Look at me,” Shouto’s fingers tip your face up towards his. Still feeling fucked out and breathing hard, you work to keep your eyes focused on his while Katsuki’s dick stretches you open. Your breath catches in your throat and your grip on the man under you tightens.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs down at you, “you’re taking him so well.” 

You gasp as Bakugo begins moving behind you, slowly pulling back before snapping his hips into you. For a moment, it’s surreal - you never could have imagined you’d end up here.

“You like that, huh? You like his beautiful dick in you?”

“Mmmhmmn,” you manage to push back far enough to kiss your way down his torso. Making your way to where his hand is squeezing over himself.

It’s beautiful. They both are, you think, taking Shouto’s word for it. Still keeping eye contact, you replace his hands with yours - moving your mouth over him while Katsuki fucks harder into you.

“God, that’s so fucking hot,” you hear from behind you, Bakugo slamming his hips into your ass to make your head bob further down Shouto’s length. With them on each side of you, you know you won’t last long. 

The sensations are overwhelming. The rough feeling of slamming in the back of your throat and on your cervix juxtaposed with the softness of hands in your hair and running along your back. You feel their hands meet in the middle, clasping each other while they both pound into you.

It’s becoming harder to concentrate as the throbbing between your legs makes its way through your entire body. That’s okay though, they’re both so close too.

Shouto’s hand grips harder on your scalp, his hips jut forward subconsciously as he explodes into the back of your throat. Katsuki follows, bottoming out while twitching inside you. You feel both of your fluids mixing together, dripping down the inside of your legs. With all of this, you find yourself crumbling between them again.

After a minute of stillness, they help you to your feet. Bakugo wets some towels to wash up while Todoroki helps you sort through the clothes on the floor. Once you’re all sufficiently clean and dressed, the three of you pause to take in the moment. Each of you feeling like the luckiest person in the room. 

“Hey,” Shouto exchanges a knowing glance with Katsuki who nods before they both turn to you, “would you like to get breakfast with us tomorrow?”

sorry for the overuse of names - i get so lost reading fics that are like ‘the taller one’, ‘ the light haired one,’ etc so i wasn’t sure how else to write this and make it clear!

[dorothylarouge]

US Presidents as Dril Tweets

George Washington: another day volunteering at the betsy ross museum. everyone keeps asking me if they can fuck the flag. buddy, they wont even let me fuck it

John Adams: "ah boo hoo hoo i want to post Foul comments to content leaders" Fat Chance, Dimwit. I will annihilate you under bulwark of the Law and God.

Thomas Jefferson: Q: If your post was proven by a counsil of wise men to be racist, or bullshit, would you bar it from the record? A: I do not delete my posts

James Madison: (sniffing a crumpled up one dollar bill i found on the floor of a dog kennel) ah.. thats greenbacks baby

James Monroe: for decades i have traversed the unforgiving mountains and rivers of south america, hoping to catch a glimpse of the fabled "ass downloader"

John Quincy Adams: "This Whole Thing Smacks Of Gender," i holler as i overturn my uncle's barbeque grill and turn the 4th of July into the 4th of Shit

Andrew Jackson: handing Faves over to my enemies is FRAUD !! base, contemptible FRAUD!

Martin Van Buren: Food $200

Data $150

Rent $800

Candles $3,600

Utility $150

someone who is good at the economy please help me budget this. my family is dying

William Henry Harrison: (spends all of 7 seconds skimming some blog posts) yep. just as i knew all along. having pnuamonia is good

John Tyler: fuck "jokes". everything i tweet is real. raw insight without the horse shit. no, i will NOT follow trolls. twitter dot com. i live for this

James K. Polk: thhere is no such thing as charisma, and art is fake. the only metrics by which we must determine the worth of a man are Strength and Wisdom

Zachary Taylor: the doctor reveals my blood pressure is 420 over 69. i hoot & holler outta the building while a bunch of losers tell me that im dying

Millard Fillmore: trying to heal..... please donate to my go fund me... $10 will make me less racist... $100 will make me extremely less racist...thank you...

Franklin Pierce: blocked. blocked. blocked. youre all blocked. none of you are free of sin

James Buchanan: #NationalGirlfriendDay please cherish your gal's.. in honor of us, the single Boys who must sacrifice all companionship to #CarryTheBrand...

Abraham Lincoln: unloading an entire belt of ammo at me with a minigun or some such device will now get you "Blocked"

Andrew Johnson: who the fuck is scraeming "LOG OFF" at my house. show yourself, coward. i will never log off

Ulysses S. Grant: i regret being tasked the emotional burden of maintaining the final bastion of morality and Nice manners in this endless ocean of human SHIT

Rutherford B. Hayes: using the toilet when i hear Our national anthem start to play. i do what i must. i stand tall in complete agony; as shit runs down my leg,

James A. Garfield: too much truth in such little time. feeling the heat cominh down to silence me... signing off........ for now

Chester A. Arthur: i WILL wise the fuck up. i WILL super charge my content for 2017. i WILL get blue check mark

Grover Cleveland: the way i see it, people who come on here and submit content that is not up to par, could possibly be considered the "Villains" of this site

Benjamin Harrison: i help every body, im not racist, i keep myself nice, and when i ask for a single re-tweet in return i am told to fuck off, fuck myself, etc

William McKinley: boy oh boy do i love purchasing large amounnts of Fool's Gold. wait a minute... fools gold fucking sucks. this stuff is no good..!! Fuck !!!

Theodore Roosevelt: IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL

William H. Taft: ah.. the perfect Souffle! cant wait to dig in to t(*EVERY PIPE IN MY HOUSE EXPLODES AT THE SAME TIME, COVERING ME IN SHIT AND BOILING WATER*

Woodrow Wilson: the conflicted supersoldier stares over the horizon as he smokes a cigarette. "war is the most fucked up thing ever." he takes a sip of beer

Warren G. Harding: somebody please Bribe me

Calvin Coolidge: aggressively joyless oaf hhere. painfully obnoxious respect demander checkign in. extremely dim witted frowning man looking for pals

Herbert Hoover: it is really quite astonishing that I have yet to win The Lottery, given how good I am at selecting six numbers and saying them out loud

Franklin D. Roosevelt: ive never heard of this “europe” but it sounds like a big bunch of shit to me

Harry Truman: everybody wants to be the guy to write the tweet that solves racism once and for all because it would look good as hell on a resume

Dwight D. Eisenhower: my "F*&k It!! Let's Go Golfin" t-shirt maintains a tenacious stranglehold on my life. after 1,125 days of Golf my body is twisted, deformed

John F. Kennedy: when you do sutuff like... shoot my jaw clean off of my face with a sniper rifle, it mostly reflects poorly on your self

Lyndon B. Johnson: incredibly handsome , charismatic famous boy credited with ending income inequality after saying that slumlords should be called "dumblords"

Richard Nixon: i attribute the complete failure of my brand to the actions of detractors, oor my “trolls”, as it were, as well as my own constant fuckups

Gerald Ford: shutting computer down until the shitty moods & attitudes can fuck off., if you need me ill be on my other computer, sititng 60° to my right

Jimmy Carter: i warnned you all that bad things would happen if you kept letting your wives wear jeans. AND NOW LOOK! the damn gas prices are up again

Ronald Reagan: spend a lot of time thinking about how sometimes even war criminals can be heroes sometimes... Dont like it? Click the unfollow buttobn

George H.W. Bush: just thought off an idea i believe to be bad ass. lets find the address of the leader of isis, and mail him/ her pieces of our SHIT

Bill Clinton: were at the point now, that when i offer to impregnate my girl followers, people assume my motives are sexual. disgusting, grow the fuck up,

George W. Bush: friday night gathering up together a big pile of things i like to respect (flags, crucifixes ,etc) and just roll around in it ,give kisses,

Barack Obama: my IQ has increased 10 points ever since i stopped tollerating people mucking about, on the time line

Donald Trump: THERAPIST: your problem is, that youre perfect, and everyone is jealous of your good posts, and that makes you rightfully upset.

ME: I agree

Joe Biden: I will shut the fuck up , IF , it will restore the Harmony. I will get on my knees like a dog and make that sacrifice, for the sake of Calm

[reidingandwriting]

Like A Prayer > w.w. & l.h

Word Count: 6.2k

Pairing: Deadclaws x Reader

Warnings/Contains: Cursing, Wade having chronic pain, a little anxiety all around, and the last bit. Is pure sex tbh. We’ve got a 4 + 1 fic baby, and that plus one,,, they’re just fucking tbh.

A/N: So sorry this took ages 🧍🏻‍♀️ I’m not 100% happy with the smut at the end of the chapter But!! more smut is coming, potentially featuring sub!Logan 👀😗

Previous chapter

i.

It didn’t come as a surprise to you that Wade dealt with chronic pain. Most days it was manageable, he told you. Just a little annoying, like a new pair of shoes that squeaked when you walked. Except the shoes never got broken in and the squeaking never went away. His pain never fully went away either, his metabolism too high for any pain meds to work.

All this to say, him being in pain was just a fact of life. He was Deadpool. He had somehow by the grace of every god out there bagged not one, but two partners- one of them being the fucking Wolverine- who could tolerate his shit and even match it. He was also in pain every waking moment. Facts. But like he said, it was usually manageable.

Today was different. He knew last night it would be; your heater had crapped out last night and it would get fixed today, even if you had to go full Karen. But that didn’t help Wade now. The early morning chill seeped into his bones, muscles contracted, aching with every breath. Definitely didn’t help that he’d had a long night of Deadpooling last night.

Wade blindly reached out, feeling for the living heater known as Logan, but whined when he was greeted with a cold side of the bed. He must be out already.

“Wade? Wha’s wrong?” Your voice was thick with sleep, speech slurring slightly as you sat up.

“Just cold. And feel like my body is made of lead, fuck.” Wade groaned and you frowned.

“Do you feel up to walking? I can run a warm bath and I’ve got some epsom salts.” Walking was the last thing on Wade’s mind, but you wanted to help him. Wade could see the way you were fidgeting, your urge to take care of him taking over. Always such a mother hen. And a warm soak would probably do some good.

“That sounds perfect, thank you.” And with the smile you gave him in response, how could he say no to you?

It took him an embarrassingly long time to get to the bathroom and he was irritated with himself, but you were still so gentle with him. More patient than he deserved. You let him struggle a little to undress, which his pride appreciated. As much as he loved being babied, as much as you loved babying him, you seemed to know when he needed to do things himself. Even if it was impractical, even though your hands kept twitching, ready to jump into action and help him. You talked about some baking show you started watching last week with Logan as you ran the bath to fill the silence and Wade appreciated the distraction.

Once you were happy with your work, you helped Wade into the bathtub and you couldn’t help but smile at the content sigh that left him. Wade’s eyes slipped closed, the warmth enveloping his body, and you sat beside him, forearm dipped in the water as you held his hand.

By the time Wade was ready to leave the bath, you gave him a little space to get dressed again. Only after assuring he’d be okay by himself. You mentioned having some surprise for him in the living room you needed to set up and Wade’s curiosity won out. Besides, he did feel better after his soak.

Minutes later, he heard commotion as he exited the bathroom and the sight in front of him had him floored. The couch was covered in blankets and had been dragged up a few feet. You were on the floor, finishing up building… what was that? Wade cleared his throat and you jumped.

“Shit, you scared me! Sorry, I’m just finishing setting this up. Go on and get comfy.”

“Whatcha got there, cupcake?” Wade asked but obliged. He walked over to the couch and wrapped the cozy navy blanket around him before taking a seat. “Switching from bartending to a construction career?”

“Never. Those blue collar boys work too early for me. Much prefer my late nights and our lazy mornings. This is an electric fireplace. Can be used for ambience but also lets off a fair amount of heat, according to reviews. Apparently it could be tomorrow before our heat is fixed, and it’s been killing me watching you miserable, baby.” Wade’s heart skipped a beat at the still new pet name.

“You, you bought this for me?” Wade willed his voice to stay steady but he must have failed given the look you gave him when you looked up at him.

“Of course I did.” You sounded confused, pausing for a moment before it dawned on you. “Wade… you know I love you, right?” Wade nodded, his eyes beginning to water. “This is your home. You deserve to be comfortable and if I can do anything to help you out, I’m gonna do it.” The fireplace clicked on and almost immediately, Wade could feel the heat blowing towards the couch. His whole body felt warm, and it wasn’t from the fireplace or the blankets.

“What holy being did I deliver the fucking of a lifetime to in order to deserve you?” Wade asked. You took a seat on the couch, laying back against one of the arms and gestured for him to join you. Wade positioned himself in between your stretched out legs, his back against your chest as you both laid out.

You massaged his shoulders, pressing gentle kisses wherever you could reach as Wade turned to putty in your hands until his breathing slowed, his chest eventually rising and falling in his familiar sleeping pattern. A mid day nap never hurt anyone, you reasoned as your own eyes closed.

ii.

Logan liked watching you and Wade. No one was on the same level as him- his energy and his ability to blabber on and on unmatched- but you never seemed to have trouble keeping up. It was nice, seeing someone who could match Wade’s energy. Even on days you weren’t as hyper, you were attentive. Even during his ten millionth time rambling about the last episode of whatever trashy reality show you were watching, you listened to him intently, as if he was explaining how the inner workings of the universe.

That was one thing that took Logan a while to get used to. How attentive you were. How dedicated to the both of them you were. It was easier to watch it with you and Wade. Easy to watch Wade open and close his hand, his tell he was looking for something, the words escaping him as he asked for “the… the… FUCK you know what I’m talking about, the thingy!” and somehow, you always found the right thing. On the days Wade cooked- a rare occurrence, but he did make a delicious breakfast- you sat on the counter, ready to assist. You wore one of Wade’s shirts, one of the My Little Pony characters on the front- Pinkie Pie, Logan thought?

You and Wade were deep in conversation, your legs swinging lightly as your hands moved in the air, your words getting faster as you got more excited. Logan sat at the dining table, mug of coffee steaming in his hand and he felt your gaze land on him. How long had he been staring?

“Having a senior moment, peanut?” Wade asked and you scowled, lightly kicking at the side of Wade’s leg.

“Be nice, gremlin.” Wade maturely stuck his tongue out at you and you rolled your eyes, fondness evident in your smile, before you looked back at Logan. “You okay, bub?” Logan’s heart felt like it stopped working briefly, loving when you used his pet name for you and Wade back at him. He was not gonna read too deeply into what exactly that said about him, but it filled him with a warm, pleasant feeling.

“‘m okay. Just don’t know how you two wake up with so much energy.” Wade must have opened his mouth and you swatted his arm, causing Wade to laugh.

“It’s a curse and a blessing,” you said solemnly, the corners of your lips twitching in amusement when Logan chuckled.

“Alright, honey bears, breakfast is done. And I believe the apron does say kiss the cook, and who am I to disrespect the ancient art of a Homegoods apron?” You grabbed Wade by the frilly sides of the apron, pulling him in for a bruising kiss. Wade’s eyes opened comically wide before he melted into your touch, quite literally melting as he gripped the counter for support.

You giggled at the dazed expression on his face, making grabby hands at Logan. Logan rolled his eyes, a fondness in the motion as he walked over and pressed his lips against Wade’s. It was softer than your kiss, but passionate all the same. Logan’s hand cupped the back of Wade’s neck, holding him in place for a moment before pulling away. Wade honest to god whined, stomping his feet a few times. “Fuck, why are both of you so god damn hot?”

The three of you ate breakfast, talking happily. You had a night off and you were looking forward to a rare quiet moment with Logan. You didn’t get to have much one-on-one time with him due to your opposite schedules, unlike Wade. You loved your lazy mornings with Wade, getting to dote on him and loving all the attention he gave you.

The day went by smoothly. You had recently gotten Animal Crossing (a much calmer game after the last Mario Kart fiasco) and you all played together for a bit. You ordered lunch, none of you feeling up to cooking at the moment, and you continued watching Hell’s Kitchen. Logan fixed a hole in the wall from the Mario Kart incident, you did the dishes from breakfast and Wade folded the laundry. It was sickeningly domestic and you loved every minute of it.

After you cooked dinner and the men bickered while on dish duty, Wade pouted as he stood by the door, mask still in hand. You were on your third ‘one last kiss’ and you gave Wade an unimpressed look when you felt his hands squeeze your ass.

“It’s my good luck charm!” Wade whined and you rolled your eyes, yet pressed one more kiss to his lips. “Gonna let me cop a feel, peanut?” Wade smirked at Logan. Logan walked over, cupping Wade’s jaw in his hand before kissing him goodbye.

“Don’t let your mouth get you in trouble, bub.” Wade groaned, letting his head thud against the door before he finally had the strength to leave.

“No R rated activities without me! Miss you already.” Wade blew kisses to you and Logan both once his mask was on and the door shut behind him with a soft click. A few beats of silence passed before you turned to Logan.

“Mario Kart?”

“Let’s fucking go.” Logan grinned, a little feral and you couldn’t help but match it. Let’s fucking go.

“You cheater! You skewered Wade for cheating last time but you’re the cheater!” You swatted Logan’s chest, him shaking from laughter, and you tossed the controller aside. “Get out of my house.”

“Bub, don’t be a sore loser,” Logan said through laughter as he pulled you into his lap, pressing a few gentle kisses to your cheeks. “I was tactful.”

“You know I’m distracted by shiny things and you whipped your claws out.” You huffed and Logan chuckled, a deep sound in his chest. “Mean.”

“Yeah, ‘m the worst.” You turned to bury your face in his neck, a satisfied smile on your lips.

“Glad we agree. I think I get date night input for that one,” you said and Logan wrapped his arms around your waist, settling his hands on your thighs.

“Sounds like a plan.” Later that night, the two of you sat on a blanket, in some grassy area away from town. A can of beer in each of your hands, you tucked into his side as you looked up at the sky.

“It’s nice to see some stars for once. I know we can see some at home, but there’s so many more out here. Can actually see a few constellations.” Logan listened as you pointed out a few, occasionally sparing you a glance as you pointed at the sky. “You’re staring,” you said after a minute, looking up at him.

“You’re beautiful,” Logan said simply and you swore there was a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. “And you’re too fuckin’ good for me. Always… always treat me so gentle. Always giving me what I don’t even realize I need.” And you did. You managed to match the energy of whoever you were with- a little crazy with Wade, but quieter with Logan. Passionate all the same, but you focused on actions with Logan over your words. Your words were deliberate with him, and your actions always solidified them. He was good, you said with a kiss to his forehead. You’re more than what they made you, you whispered as you curled into him at bedtime.

“You deserve it.” You sounded so sure, like it was an objective fact and not just your opinion. Being around you and Wade had helped with how he viewed himself, however you don’t easily erase two hundred plus years of self loathing and self deprecation. You sure took it as a challenge, though.

Logan felt his eyes burn with unshed tears and he kissed the side of your head, his lips lingering. You sat outside for a while longer until the cold started to get to you, and Logan shed his jacket, wrapping it around you before you started to head home. Music played faintly over the car radio and the quiet between you two was peaceful. He was your solace, and you were his.

iii.

You had been running around the house for hours now. This was the first big get together for Wade and Logan’s friends and you felt sick to your stomach. What if they all hated you? Wade and Logan had both tried to tell you everything would be okay, but you honest to god growled at them and both men blinked in shock as they watched you walk away.

“That’s your fault, your rabies infected her.” The claws in his side were worth it, until they heard you yell.

“If you get bloodstains on my floor, you’re both on the couch for a week!” They hurried off, Wade going to change clothes and Logan getting paper towels.

In the midst of all your prepping, you didn’t realize Wade and Logan were worried for you to meet their friends. Worried they’d combine and be too much, a subconscious whisper of concern over how their mutations would come across. The rational parts of their brains knew they had nothing to worry about- you chose to be with Wade and Logan and they definitely weren’t a walk in the park. Yet still, they worried.

Turns out none of you needed to worry because within ten minutes of everyone arriving, everything was in smooth sailing. Laura, Yukio, and Ellie had quickly pulled you into their group. Soon, the living room was full of talking and laughter, like it was a reunion of lifelong friends instead of several different new friend groups mashed together.

Logan sensed your mood shift- a subtle thing, but he couldn’t help but look at you, worried. Logan excused himself from his conversation with Elektra, walking over to you. “Can I steal you for a minute?”

“Gross, go kiss on your own time.” Laura huffed, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Brat.” Logan gently butted the heel of his palm against Laura’s head, chuckling as he took you to the privacy of your room. “Everythin’ okay, bub?”

You nodded but your eyes welled up with tears all the same, and within seconds, Logan pulled you into his chest and your shoulders shook as you silently cried.

“See, you’re saying you’re okay, but your crying has me thinkin’ otherwise.” You let out a wet laugh at his reply and you looked up at him.

“I’m so happy,” you sobbed and Logan brushed your hair back. “I’ve never… never really had a family before. Yeah, I had my parents but they were absent more often than not and then I was still just a kid when they left. I’ve lived in this house for years all by myself, then I made Wade. Then you came along, and everyone out there. I’ve always wanted this and now I finally have it.” Oh, and if that didn’t make Logan’s heart shatter for you.

A soft knock at the door interrupted and Logan looked over to see Wade walking in. “Heard someone was hogging my favorite human and- oh, honey.” Wade cooed when he saw your face. “Happy or sad tears?”

“So happy,” you whispered, opening your arm for Wade to join you. Wade quickly situated himself with the two of you and Wade pressed a kiss to the top of your head. The three of you stood together for a little longer as you pulled yourself together and you eventually pried yourself free. “Do I look like I just sobbed my eyes out?”

“So much,” Wade teased and you scowled up at him. Wade wiped under your eyes with his thumb before kissing your forehead, cheeks, nose, then lips. “You look beautiful. Hiding it very well.”

“Let’s go back. Shitty hosts we are, huh?”

The rest of the night went smoothly, all things considered. Somehow you managed to cook enough for there to be leftovers, and everyone settled in the living room as they ate and talked. You had been pulled into Wade’s lap in your search for a spot to sit and your free hand traced over Logan’s.

“How is your sanity in tact with these two?” Ellie asked and you heard the teasing tone to her words, but instinctively, you felt a surge of protectiveness crash over you at her lighthearted jab. Logan nudged your hand with his own and you took a long, slow breath.

“It’s easy,” you said with a shrug. “They’re family. Never had one of those before, but I feel like the luckiest person in the universe to be able to love them and be loved by them. They’re pains in the ass, but they’re my pains in the ass.”

“Oh, cupcake, that is the sweetest thing you could ever say about me,” Wade wailed dramatically, covering your cheek in kisses. And that was that. Neither Wade or Logan left your side for the rest of the night, even after the guests left. You stayed on the couch for a while, basking in the love you felt from your family. Family. What a wild concept that was.

iv.

Date night. An odd concept to Wade and Logan, but neither had the heart to shut you down with how excited you were.

You knew the basics of Logan’s past- he wasn’t a date night kind of guy. He had a long history of casual partners, but his relationship experience was… limited to say the least. Pairing that with his introverted nature and general dislike of being around people, he hadn’t been on many dates. None that he could remember.

And then there was Wade. Wade had dated once before, but since that ended… since he looked the way that he did, he kept his outside time limited to Deadpool time. If he braved the real world without his mask, it was typically at Sister Margaret’s or the occasional slow night at your bar. He may sound vain, but he was fairly attractive before his… transformation. You and Logan looked past his appearance, you frequently complimenting him and Logan giving him compliments every now and then that genuinely made him blue screen. But his insecurities ran further than surface level, and outside of the safety of his partners and his friend group, he felt uncomfortable showing his face. Even with his guard dogs, he could feel every double take or stare.

So when you mentioned a date, both men were apprehensive. But you promised you’d find something that would meet their comfort levels and if at any point anyone felt uncomfortable, you’d leave. End of, point blank. No questions asked. Hesitantly, they agreed and the pure excitement that lit up your expression- mixed with a bit of hope- made *some* of their worries melt away.

You were secretive about most of the planning, wanting to keep an element of surprise to the date. All you told them was you’d have privacy and they just needed to dress comfortably. The days passed and the time of your date approached, and Wade couldn’t help but feel a little sick to his stomach. Logan expressed his anxieties differently than Wade, him channeling his nerves with projects outside. Your small lawn had never looked better and your back porch had turned into a screened in porch, something you had nearly cried over from the joy you felt. Wade busied himself with his ‘housewife’ duties, laundry and tidying.

The night finally came and you had situated yourself in the drivers seat of a SUV you rented. No matter how much Wade pestered you, you didn’t relent and tell him why you had rented the vehicle when you had a perfectly fine car. You had been driving for a little while, out of the city, past the suburbs, until the flux of neighborhood lights had turned into stars littering the sky. Logan sniffed, getting a hint of food stored in the back of the vehicle and he jumped when you poked his side.

“Quit trying to spoil it!” You playfully narrowed your eyes at him, a lightness to your tone he hadn’t heard in a while. You were excited, like a kid in a toy store, and he felt his own smile grow as he looked at you. Wade leaned over the center console, whining.

“I feel so neglected back here! I still think I could sit in your lap, peanut.” Wade huffed and Logan rolled his eyes as Wade draped himself over Logan’s shoulder.

“Codependent.” Logan scoffed but made no effort to move him.

“And what about it?” Wade nudged his nose against Logan’s cheek and you smiled, watching the two of them out of your peripheral.

“Alright, I think we’re here!” You pulled into the empty grassy field, driving down the dirt path.

“Sweetness, lovingly, where the hell is here?” Wade asked. “Because it looks a little run down.”

“Patience, ye of little faith. You’ll see.” You drove further down the path and moments later, the drive in theater made itself known. There were a few other cars but it was mostly empty tonight, something you were happy to see. “It’s not as extravagant as I wanted,” you started as you parked the car. “But I figured it would be a good start to going out in public. Still private enough, but a step forward.” You didn’t meet either of their gazes, your fingers drumming against the steering wheel. “Is, um, is it okay?”

Logan moved first, unbuckling you and pulling you into his lap. He hugged you close and you curled into his chest, pressing gentle kisses to his shoulder. “I love it. Thank you.”

“You did great, cupcake.” Wade climbed across the console, awkwardly positioning himself to join the hug. “It’s perfect.” You quickly kissed Logan, then Wade, then clapped your hands lightly. “Let’s get set up.”

You got to work. You laid the back seats down then propped all the pillows up and laid out all the blankets. Wade got the radio set up while Logan helped you set the food up. You had packed some sandwiches, some other little snacks you knew everyone liked, and you made a popcorn run- ignoring Wade’s teasing ‘I thought dogs couldn’t eat corn’ directed at Logan and the playful growl that followed.

You piled into the back of the SUV, you taking your spot in the middle of the blanket pile you made. It was a bit of a tight fit, but the three of you curled together anyways, watching the (kind of shitty to be honest) horror movie that played. You spent the time together making comments about the movie, laughing and quietly talking for the duration of the movie. It felt nice to be out of the house, but normal at the same time. By the end of the double feature, you were half asleep as you looked up at Logan through your lashes.

Logan leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, a shaky breath escaping him. “This is the most effort anyone has ever put in for me. ‘ppreciate it and you so much.”

“Happy to do it. Love you both so much.” You buried your face in Logan’s chest, missing the look he and Wade exchanged.

“We love you too.”

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You were going to die. You were certain of it. Between the two of them, you were going to die and be revived- just to die again. But fuck, there was no better way to go. Sitting in Wade’s lap, only the thin layers of your underwear separating you, kissing him while Logan sat behind you. Kissing down your neck and hands roaming your body as if trying to memorize every detail about you.

You whined as you rutted against Wade’s lap, a broken sound as Logan’s thumbs brushed over your nipples. You arched into his touch, wanting- no, needing- more.

“Fuck, enough fucking foreplay. Fuck me,” you huffed and Logan’s deep chuckle followed.

“Impatient, aren’t ya, needy girl?” Logan’s breath fanned against your neck, causing your skin to erupt in chills. “I think we’re just getting started. Aren’t we, Mouth?” Logan looked up at Wade, a feral gleam in his eyes. Wade’s own eyes darkened, a strangled groan leaving his mouth.

“Fuck, Wolvie. Alright, let’s get ‘er prepped.” The two of them worked seamlessly, adjusting you into a more comfortable position. Wade leaned back against the headboard, you laid back against his chest. Your legs were spread, propped over Wade’s own, and Logan knelt in between your legs.

“Need you closer,” Logan grabbed your legs, propping them up against your shoulders and you whimpered at the feeling of his breath against your core. You clenched around nothing, squirming as Wade’s hands trailed up and down your body. With Logan’s help, you shimmied out of your underwear, letting them fall discarded to the floor.

Logan kissed up your thighs, moving closer and closer to where you wanted him. You bucked your hips, Logan’s grip tightening on your hips. “Patience, baby. Not going anywhere for a while.” Logan punctuated his sentence spreading your lips and licking a fat strip over your hole.

The moan that left you was Loud, your eyes rolling back into your head as you threw your head back against Wade’s chest. Wade’s hands cupped your breasts, gently squeezing and rolling your nipples in between his fingers. Wade leaned down, kissing the corner of your ear and whispering.

“Gonna be so good for us, aren’t you, sweetheart? Gonna let Logan have his fun with you, then I’ll have my turn. Not gonna be leaving this bed for a while, not until we’ve pulled so many orgasms from you.” You moaned, breath hitching as Logan lapped at your cunt, your hand gripping his hair. A low rumble left him, the vibrations shooting up your spine and your thighs squeezed against his head.

“Wanna be good, gonna be so good for you,” you said. Logan plunged his tongue in your hole and you swore you saw stars. Logan’s nose brushed against your clit as he ate your pussy like a man starved. You had figured he was good with his mouth but holy fuck. Pleased noises left him frequently, your moans and whines only spurring him on and you gripped at his hair at would had to be a painful hold, but Logan seemed to get off on it.

“Fuck, Lo- feels so fucking good. Holy shit, you feel so good. Make me feel so good,” you babbled and Logan looked up at you through his lashes, pupils dilated and eyes a little hazy, and the sight (mixed with Wade’s fingers rubbing at your clit with expertise) had you clenching down on his tongue, your thighs squeezing his head as he rode you through your first orgasm.

You honest to god pouted when Logan moved away until he crawled up to you, kissing you with such passion it made you dizzy. His tongue pressed into your mouth and the taste of you, mixed with the lingering alcohol on his lips from dinner, was intoxicating. His lips were slightly swollen when he finally parted and you knew you looked fucked out already.

“Alright, switcheroo time. About to Explode over here.” Wade spoke and to make his point, he rubbed his hard cock against your ass. You shifted, moving to straddle Wade, slowly rolling your hips down against his cock that strained against his boxers. You rubbed your hands down his chest, to his stomach, then hooked your fingers in the waistband.

“Poor baby, so neglected.” You cooed, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. You worked his boxers down, tossing them aside. “Whatcha think, pretty boy?” Wade shivered from the nickname, and you ran your hand up and down his thigh. “Does my favorite mouthy merc need my mouth? Whatever you want, baby.” One hand on Wade’s thigh, the other on his cheek.

“Mouth. Please, fucking need your mouth.” You nodded, looking over your shoulder at Logan as you slowly pumped Wade’s dick.

“Think you can handle prepping me?” You teased, smirking at Logan’s responding downright wolfish grin.

“Get comfortable, bub. Think I’m gonna get at least one more out of ya before I even consider fucking you.” And hot damn if that didn’t make you wet. You turned back to Wade, patting his thigh.

“On your back, prop your legs up. That’s it, good boy.” You snagged a pillow, positioning it under your stomach as you positioned yourself. While Logan had him beat, Wade certainly wasn’t lacking in the downstairs department and you barely stopped yourself from whining at the thought of the both of them stuffing you later.

Blinking once, you licked a stripe up the underside of Wade’s cock, smiling at the needy moan that fell from his lips. One of Wade’s hands fisted the sheets, the other moving down to grip your hair.

“Fuuuuck, fuck.” Wade moaned. You took Wade’s tip in your mouth, suckling softly, moaning when you felt Logan’s finger prodded at your entrance.

“Looks like all I needed to shut you both up,” Logan’s tone was taunting as he pushed his finger deeper, “was occupy your mouth. And get her mouth on you.” Logan moved his finger in and out as you moved your head further down Wade’s length.

“Oh, fuck off. Fucking- hnng- mouth from the gods. Shit!” Wade cursed as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking. Your nose brushed against his pelvis and you looked up at Wade through half lidded eyes.

“Fucking hell, cupcake, don’t- shit- don’t look at me like that if you want me to last.” You moaned when Logan added a second finger, Wade’s hips bucking as he felt the vibrations.

God, Wade finally fucking died and went to heaven- he could spend the rest of his life like this. The warmth of your mouth around his cock, muffled moans escaping you as you sucked his soul out of him through his dick, Logan finger fucking you from behind. Your stomach tightened, a sign you were close to cumming again, and you whined as you pushed back against Logan’s fingers.

“Gonna cum for me again, princess? Think you deserve it?” Logan asked, voice taunting as he brushed against your g-spot, the pressure almost causing you to buckle. Your pleas were muffled by the cock in your mouth and you whimpered. “What do you think, Red? I think it’s fair to make ‘er wait, until you’ve had your turn.” Logan set a relentless pace, fingers hitting just right every time, and you squirmed, jerking forward when Logan’s hand slapped your ass.

Wade moaned his agreement, hips bucking into your mouth. One of your hands held his hips, the other moving up to fondle his balls and Wade started to pant.

“Fuck, ‘m close, just like that, baby, shit!” You picked up the pace, and after one, two, three more bobs, Wade’s hands found the back of your head, holding you in place as he rode out his orgasm. You moaned as you swallowed, letting Wade pull you off. A few seconds passed before Wade was on you again, his lips against yours.

You kissed him the best you could, in between the breathy moans and whines as your orgasm got closer. Wade tilted your head up, latching onto your neck and pressing bites and sucking at the sensitive skin.

One thing you noticed quickly about the men was their love of leaving marks on you. Hickeys and scratch marks didn’t last long on Wade or Logan, their healing quickly removing the marks, but you? They lingered and it drove them crazy.

The room filled with needy whines, gasps, and a high pitched moan as your second orgasm crashed through you, and Logan continued pumping his fingers. “That’s it, darling, good girl.”

“Lo,” you whined, panting as Logan pulled out his fingers. He caressed your hip as he shifted towards Wade. A single look was all it took and Wade’s mouth was open, happily sucking Logan’s fingers clean.

“Turns out all I need to get your mouth to stop running is stuff it. Finally found a good use for that mouth, huh, Mouth?” Logan asked and Wade nodded, eyes glazed over.

You huffed from where you were underneath them and Logan squeezed your hip. “Feeling needy? How do you want us?”

And that’s how Logan ended on his back, you on top of him, and Wade behind you. You were so fucking full, impossibly full, but god you wanted more. You needed more and you raked your nails down his chest, throwing your head back against. “Fuck me like you mean it, Logan. Fill me up, make me scream so the entire street knows who I belong to.”

Going for his possessiveness was a cheap shot, but by the way his eyes darkened, a low snarl leaving him, god damn was it effective. The grip he held on your thighs was bruising, Logan and Wade thrusting into you in tandem. Wade’s chest was against your back, whispering in your ear.

“Fucking feel so good. Made for me, made for us. Gonna ruin you for anyone else, you’re ours.” Wade nipped at your ear, tugging the skin gently.

“Like I’d ever go anywhere else. You’re both mine, forever. Would, fuck!, would be happy staying in between the two of you forever.” Logan leaned up, wrapping his lips around your nipples and you arched into his touch with a properly pornographic moan. “Where, where else would I go?” You tugged Logan’s hair, tilting your head to the side so Wade had better access to your neck.

The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, moans and whines. Logan groaned deep in his throat, his thrusts getting a little sloppier but sharper- he was close. Based on the way Wade’s grip tightened on you, his babbling being replaced by needy noises and curses, your -god, you’ve lost count at this point- orgasm approaching.

“Fuck! Fuck, love you both so much. My boys, all mine. Close, shit, so close.” An animalistic growl left Logan, Wade biting down on your shoulder, and you felt both men twitch in you. “Fill me up, make me yours.” Your babbling was cut off by a broken moan, clenching down as your orgasm hit. Your vision went white, truly seeing stars, and it felt like you ascended from your body.

You came to a moment later, laid against Logan’s chest and Wade’s leg draped over the both of you, face buried into your shoulder blades. “There she is,” Logan’s voice was rough, scratchy, but gentle all the same. “Feel better now?”

“Don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a week,” you said. You shifted slightly, looking between both Logan and Wade with a happy smile.

A low rumble filled the room and holy fuck, Logan was purring. A rough sound but soothing all the same. “Fuck, I love you both so much.” You leaned over to kiss Wade, then Logan, then leaned back against the pillows as your eyes closed. You and Wade spoke softly, Logan occasionally chipping in but happy to listen, his purr being all the input needed.

The universe sure had a weird way of working. The three of you having rough starts, losing those you loved, believing you were destined to spend the rest of your lives alone. Then Wade stumbled into your life, Logan begrudgingly joining him, and now… you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

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Six Hundred Strike Jetpack

That was a fucking awesome ass scene. The visuals and the music all went together so well and so cool!!

But, I wanted to see what other different approach could have been taken.

Just by listening to the song, closing my eyes and trying to picture how things could have looked, I feel like at the start, Ody is drowning. He's drowning and his eyes are getting so so heavy then... he sees the bag.

He sees the bag and, in desperation as he's losing oxygen, opens it. He opens it and the wind bursts, propelling him up as he's clutching the bag for dear life. And as he's going up and up (his still in the water, going up as Aelous's instruments go on), his facial expressions change. He goes from hazy, to active, to desperation, to fear, to pure unbridled anger. He will see his son. He will see his wife. And no fucking thing is going to stop him.

He doesn't look back, but he feels something. A hand. Several of them. All of them holding him, propelling him up with Aeolus's bag. The crew, Polites, Eurylochus, his mother, everyone he has lost. All of them supporting him, seeing how determined and how close to home he was when none of them were. They were here in spirit, but also in an ethereal, wind-like form.

So instead of jetpack, when I listen to the song, I'm picturing the 600 men taking some vague air-formed versions of their bodies.

And in the 0:22 mark when Aeolus's part shifts to the "six hundred men" chant, I can clearly picture Odysseus bursting from the water surrounded by the 600 men in wind-forms, holding him up and surrounding him, facing off against Poseidon.

That's when Odysseus says his piece and pulls out his weapon and attacks.

So Poseidon's storm - yes - is there, but right now, it's in the form of 600 men. And during the 0:52 mark when you hear that- that- (I'm not a music student, bear with me) water-crystal-ice-wind sound (nailed it), I can picture them rushing forward to attack Poseidon.

As Odysseus sings "For every comrade..." etc, I can picture the wind-forms attacking Poseidon ruthlessly, holding him down, hitting him, overwhelming him with wind and air in his lungs so he can't breathe, giving Odysseus the time to attack Poseidon, render him unmovable and weak.

And when Odysseus sings "Six hundred strike!", I can picture all the wind forms and Odysseus attacking him all at once, dropping Poseidon on the rocks.

And, once the instrumental calms down and the wind disperses, the wind forms leave Odysseus and transform back into the storm, blocking the way home. And this is because Poseidon caught control of it again. (I'd like to believe that the other wind gods including Aeolus and Hermes got convinced through Athena's fight to help Odysseus and that's what shifted the winds into the 600 men backing Odysseus up. But since they're in Poseidon's territory, he could snag the control back again). And the reason Poseidon's rendered immobile is because he's struggling to keep hold of the storm away from the other gods' hands.

So when Odysseus stabs him over and over, he can't do much cuz he's trying to keep control of the storm. So when he says "Alright!" I'd like to imagine him giving up that control and the other gods getting it back and moving the storm away. So then Poseidon has the power to heal himself since he's not struggling to keep hold of the storm.

Aaaaaaaaaand that's my take! Hope you like the vision too. I'm just a sentimental fella and I'd prefer everything coming together rather than a single... um, jetpack 😅

[aakeysmash]

sukuna lets yuuji wear his jersey

a/n: this drabble contains angst that i didn’t want to spoil in the title (i’m so bad with titles y’all PLS bare with me okay)

college!sukuna masterlist

You know how football players usually give their jerseys to their girlfriends? College!Sukuna gives his to his little brother Yuuji.

You’re not big on sports, but Sukuna asked you to watch Yuuji a couple of times because he had “practice at the ass crack of dawn”. Seeing how ripped he is (you may or may not have walked in on him shaving his beard one time while he only had a towel wrapped around his waist) you already thought he did some kind of sport, but you never cared enough to ask him about it. It’s not until 6 months into your forced proximity that you come to know he’s actually really popular on campus.

It happens randomly. You just finished playing monopoly with Yuuji and you’re listening to your sweet little companion tell you he wants to help you cook this evening. You’re discussing what meal to cook when Sukuna comes home, late, as he did every day this week. He throws his gym bag near the living room door, gets his shoes off and grunts as a form of acknowledgment.

“You know, dogs usually bark more than you to say hi. Imagine being worse than an animal,” you say, not even looking at him, picking up the little plastic houses distributed on your table.

“Imagine never shutting the fuck up,” he answers, ruffling his still wet hair from a shower he must have taken not too long ago, not sparing you a glance either. You scowl, watching the water droplets fall on the freshly cleaned (by you) floor. Well, you have to admit he does look hot in his black hoodie. Black compliments his face tattoos really well, you think.

“Bro! Language!” His mini counterpart exclaims from in front of you, putting his hands on his hips, frowning. He looks like an old lady. A really cute and young old lady.

“Yeah, Sukuna, language,” you snort, flipping Sukuna off behind your back when Yuuji isn’t watching. The tattoed man, still standing by the door, narrows his eyes at you when you turn your back on him. Yuuji goes into his room to put the game away and leaves you two alone.

“You’re lucky I need the fucking money to live here or I would’ve fed your body to the really nice dogs who say hi by now,” your roommate says lowly, coming behind you and pushing you out of the way to lay on the couch. He pushes you harder than usual, so you stumble and bump your thigh on the table, muttering ouch and pouting. You’re pretty sure he didn’t control his strength like he usually does in your playful banters. You sit down to rub your sore spot, waiting for Yuuji to come back and start cooking with you, while he just puts his hood on his head and closes his eyes.

“Is this how you treat a lady?” You mumble, at which he scoffs, not even bothering to answer. As a natural conversation starter, you try to think of something to say. You think he looks like he could use a conversation, anyway. He’s been more distant this last week, but he always had his emo moments, so you didn’t think too much about it. Today his mood is darker than usual though, and for some reason, after six months of living together, that doesn’t sit well with you.

"How was tod-"

"Fine," He interrupts you. You're stunned by his roughness.

“Listen, tomorrow I was thinking of going-“

“Can you shut the fuck up?" He curtly barks, one of his eyebrows ticking.

You frown. "Hey, I was just-"

"I’m not joking. Shut up. Stop talking for one fucking day. God, you’re so fucking annoying,” he grits out, scrunching his eyes even more. At this, you close your mouth fast. Well, maybe he didn’t look like he wanted to have a conversation, at the end of the day.

After his outburst, the silence inside the living room is deafening.

You don’t want it to, but the tone he uses stings, even if you try not to let it get under your skin. You thought you two had become close enough to joke around this way, but you apparently guessed wrong. You just wanted to help, and he just shut you completely out. You just wanted to be a good… friend? Are you even friends?

Yuuji gets back and you stand up from the floor, going toward the kitchen. You wince when you put your weight on your leg.

You inhale deeply, reigning yourself in. “What do you think about… quesadillas?” You ask the little one calmly, and you see him beam.

“Yes, please! I want to learn how to make them good like you-“

“Kid, there’s a game tomorrow. Wanna come?” Sukuna interrupts you two. He’s still sitting on the couch with his eyes closed, but now he has his arms crossed too.

“Hell yeah!” Yuuji answers, jumping with his little fist in the air. Sukuna hums.

“Gotta tell coach. You still have the jersey from last time, yeah?” He asks, getting up from the couch and rolling his left shoulder. When it pops, he grimaces in pain a little.

“Of course I do,” the kid proudly says, looking up at his big brother with stars in his eyes. Standing next to each other they look like the ghost of the past and the ghost of the future from A Christmas Carol. Yuuji is dressed in bright yellow while if Sukuna had any more black on him he’d be a shadow. A chill runs up your spine. Spooky.

“Good,” Sukuna rasps out, solemnly getting the palm of his hand on his little brother’s head.

You start preparing the ingredients for dinner. “Are you eating with-“

“I’m going to sleep,” he interrupts you once again. He still hasn’t looked you in the eyes since he entered the apartment. You turn away, not wanting Yuuji to feel the shift in your mood by looking at your face.

“Goodnight, bro,” Yuuji says cheerfully. Your other roommate rushes inside his room, locking it from inside, and you and Yuuji are left standing in front of the stove in silence.

“Oh. Well,” you start talking again awkwardly, a fake chuckle coming through. “I guess that means he’s not eating with us,” you tell Yuuji, getting back to preparing the ingredients for your dinner, now for two.

“It’s a big game, you know,” Yuuji whisper shouts from next to you, overstuffing his quesadilla. “I already knew about it, but it feels nice when he asks me to go,” the kid continues, a small smile ever present on his lips. Your gaze softens.

“What sport and position are we talking about?” You ask him, handing him a piece of cheese to chew on while you finish preparing everything.

“He’s a quaftef bafck. He’f capftainf too,” Yuuji answers between bites. So he’s a football player. His strength makes sense now.

“You seem really proud of him, Yuuji,” you tell him sweetly, adoring the way he’s trying to get his point across by waving his hands in the air a lot.

He gulps down the cheese. “Yeah, big bro always lets me wear his jersey. He told me that if someone annoying has to be wearing it, then he might as well give it to me,” he smiles, big, while you inwardly cringe. Couldn’t be Sukuna if he didn’t say something that felt more like an insult than a compliment.

“Why is it an important game?” You ask, preparing one more quesadilla.

“Because he just became captain! It’s his first game as a captain!” The kid tells you, jumping a little on his chair and watching you, excited. Oh, is that why he looked like a bird just shat on him the whole week?

“Well, then you have to be his top supporter, don’t you think?”

The next morning, you wake up early to go grocery shopping. You wanted to ask Sukuna to come with you yesterday, but after the way he probably didn’t even notice he treated you, you really don’t feel like it. You get out of your bedroom door and are met with the sight of Yuuji already wearing his brother’s way too big jersey. You snap a pic when he’s still turned around. He looks so cute.

You go toward him, who is conveniently also toward the apartment exit. He hears your footsteps and looks at you expectantly.

“Can you help me tie the scarf?” He asks you, said scarf still in his hands. It's full of little drawings of tigers, which he told you are the mascots of the football team.

“Of course Yuuji. You look so good today, I bet your brother is really happy, mh?” You smile, getting at his eye level and wrapping the piece of cloth around his neck.

“I think he’s almost ready too!” He says, raising his eyebrows. Then, he assumes a confused expression. “Wait, aren’t you coming? I thought we were going together.”

You hesitate.

“I have to go grocery shopping today,” you answer, averting your gaze.

“Can’t it wait? It’s a really big game,” Yuuji pouts.

You hesitate again.

“I don’t think your brother wants me there, Yuuyuu,” you softly smile, trying to be nonchalant, finally securing the scarf and standing back up. You try not to look into the little boy’s eyes, because you’re sure you aren’t that good at masking your feelings.

“But he was-“

“Brat, are you ready?” Comes Sukuna’s voice from down the hall. You push Yuuji toward the approaching footsteps, mouthing Go! He’s talking to you! The child looks back at you like he wants to tell you something, but you ignore it. You hastily open the door to get out, managing to catch Sukuna’s gaze only a spare second before closing it behind your back. You stiffen. Then, you walk away.

Inside the apartment, Sukuna puts on a confused expression, matching his sibling’s one.

“Where did she go? Nevermind. We’re late, Yuuji. Run, or I’ll leave you here,” he hurries out, grabbing his house keys, hands sweating and feet carrying him to the stadium, while Yuuji tries to follow him.

When the Itadori brothers come back home, Yuuji screaming and Sukuna grinning like a madman for his team’s victory, you’re not there.

“Awh, I wanted to let her know you won,” says Yuuji pouting. In your place, there’s a sticky note on the fridge, which looks like it’s been there since this morning. In the haste of leaving, they both didn't notice it.

Go Tigers!!! P.S. for Sukuna: I left some quesadillas in the fridge. Good luck, captain.

Yuuji claps his hands, saying you must have made more yesterday after dinner when he was asleep, happy to be eating something good two days in a row. Meanwhile, Sukuna can’t take his eyes off the little piece of paper.

“Yo, do you know where she went to this morning?” He asks Yuuji, who is getting out a plate to microwave the food.

“She said she went grocery shopping. She said you didn’t want her at the game,” his little brother responds, lightly and not worried at all, like this is a reoccurring conversation.

“What?” Scoffs Sukuna, baffled, whipping his head toward his brother’s. When did he ever say something like that?

“Well, she said she thought you didn’t want her there,” specifies Yuuji, shrugging, getting two forks and two knives to put on the kitchen table. “I tried telling her you bought her a ticket too! But I don’t know, she seemed…” he stops, thinking about the correct words to say, now looking directly at his big brother’s eyes. “She seemed sad,” he finishes, muttering.

Right then, a tube of cream for bruises put near the coffee machine catches Sukuna’s eyes. He grits his teeth. He thinks back to yesterday, and to the way you rushed out this morning. To the way you obviously tried to ignore him when you locked his gaze. To the way your ticket never left his pocket, because he never properly asked you to come.

Suddenly, the words on the sticky note burn on his skin like a fresh tattoo.

Shit.

[hotluncheddie]

For the @steddie-spooktober day 30 prompt : ‘Where in the hell did you find that costume?’

rated: M | cw: none | tags: vampire!Steve Harrington, chubby Eddie Munson, blood drinking, established relationship, d/s undertones, hand feeding

Inspired by @scoops-aboy86 ‘s little AU that u can read here !!! :3c

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‘Where in the hell did you find that costume?’ Eddie asks, stepping out of the green room bathroom with his eyeliner smudged just the way he likes.

‘What? It’s funny.’ Steve says from the doorway, having just finished a final perimeter check of the venue. He does a little 180, showing off his yellow and navy letterman and blue jeans, dressed just like Michael J Fox in Teen Wolf.

‘Yeah it’s funny, but when did you even have the time to shop?’ Eddie asks, picking at the table of snacks, popping a mini muffin in his mouth.

Steve tracks the movement. ‘Oh you know, I just called around a couple stores, had them put it aside for me and then sent someone to get it as part of your rider. Rockstar boyfriend perks.’ He shrugs, closing a locking the door. He can hear the stage hands in the distance setting up, they have time.

He hears Eddie’s heartbeat increase slightly too. ‘What are you dressed as?’ He asks, stalking slowly closer, setting his sunglasses on the coffee table.

‘A vampires latest victim.’ Eddie wiggles his eyebrows, finishing a donut. He’s in a sleeveless black mesh shirt, tattoos and round pink nipples on display, and wide leg, high waisted slacks that hug his thick waist in way that makes Steve’s mouth water. Every so often a tabloid will get a shot of Eddie and say something about his weight, the industry not used to a rockstar that isn’t heroin thin. After something like that Eddie always makes a point of showing more skin on stage, letting the people know how proud he is of his body.

After all, it keeps Steve alive. Perfect and plump as it is. Eddie needs to keep his strength up, to be able to handle Steve’s appetite.

Eddie’s sucking strawberry juice from his fingers and Steve can’t take it anymore. In an instant he’s across the room and crowding Eddie against the wall, having picked up a brownie on the way.

‘Vampires victim? So you need me to help complete your costume right? Give the kids a real show out there.’ Steve says, holding the treat just out of reach.

‘Stevie.’ Eddie slurs, opening his mouth, pupils growing. Steve feels his own flower shaped ones unfurl slightly at the soft pink of Eddie’s tongue, at the rushing of his blood.

‘Open up baby.’ He says, one hand wrapped possessively around Eddie’s chubby hip. ‘I know you want the adrenaline rush for the stage, little junky, but you know the rules, food first.’ Steve whispers, lips on Eddie’s cheek as he feeds the brownie into his panting mouth.

Eddie whines, chewing and writhing under Steve’s hands, baring his neck.

‘You’re more than just a victim though aren’t you?’ Steve murmurs, picking Eddie up easily and walking them over to the couch. Laying Eddie down beneath him.

‘Victim.’ Steve kisses Eddie’s temple, his cheek and over his sweet sugar coated lips. ‘Slave.’ Down his soft jaw. ‘Pet.’ Over the tense muscle of his neck. ‘Dearest love.’ Steve breaths deep feeling his fangs grow. ‘Soulmate.’ He bites; sweet molten blood flooding his tongue. They moan in unison, Steve drinking and laving and sucking. Eddie whining and thrusting below him, into Steve’s strong thigh, pinned and used and panting with pleasure.

Steve drinks his fill, licking over the wound to close it but keeping two little red puncture wounds and kissing the red mess around to really finish Eddie’s costume.

‘Fuck. I need, uh, well.’ Eddie babbles, still blissed out and Steve giggles at the faint blush across his cheeks. Even after all these years Eddie’s still gets shy about how much he likes Steve doing that.

‘I have clean underwater in my bag baby, like always.’ Steve says, kissing Eddie’s lips and rising off him.

Eddie hums and closes his eyes. Steve listens to Eddie’s heartbeat slowly descend as he rummages around for tissues and boxers. Coming back to the couch to help Eddie sit and undoing his pants for him. Any part of aftercare has always been Steve’s favourite, all of it just made easier with his powers. More easily in tune, stronger, faster.

‘Want another treat before you go out there?’ Steve asks.

Eddie blinks slowly at him, dopey little smile on his face. He nods and Steve laughs as he brings another brownie to Eddie’s lips, rubbing his palm in gentle circles over his stomach.

‘Showtime baby.’ Steve says, hearing the stagehand calling for the other members at the end of the hallway, on their way to Eddie’s changing room. ‘Ready to melt their faces?’

Eddie giggles. Blinking hard and holding his hand out for Steve to help him to his feet. He kisses Steve long and filthy until the door opens and he’s called to stage.

‘You better still have your costume on when I’m done. It’s hot.’ Eddie says. waltzing out the door.

Steve listens to the steady thrum of his loves heartbeat all through the show. Counting down the minutes until he can get Eddie under him again.

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This is my last post for the steddie spooktober!! Ty so much to everyone who has read and interacted!!!!

It’s been a feat and I can’t believe it’s over, but it really gave me something fun to focus on this month! which has helped me deal with the stresses in my life immensely. Ty so much @steddie-spooktober for hosting! Mwah!

[deathblacksmoke]

carry me back to your bed | folio x reader

pairing: nick folio x reader

cw: descriptions of struggles with depression, bathing together, grilled cheese and soup, sweet caring bf folio <3

word count: 1.2K

note: i always end up writing something real self-indulgent with this boy. @miamore0570 requested our sweet folio helping reader who is struggling with depression, and i think he would be really perfect 🩷

title from "solace" by counterparts

You feel so discouraged.

You don’t want to be like this — to feel like this — but every time you think you’re seeing an improvement, something stops you from taking that next step into being okay.

All of your texts go unanswered, but not unread. Every sweet text from Folio that goes without a response makes you feel more and more guilty, but you can’t bring yourself to reply. To have to explain yourself.

The TV sits idle, having long stopped playing the show you tried but failed to pay attention to. You pull your blanket back over you and sink into the bed, let the sadness claim you.

You aren’t sure how long it is you’ve been sleeping, but you wake up to a body sidling up behind you. You don’t have it in you to feel confused or startled — you know those hands anywhere, the way they feel on your skin, the smell of his cologne and the undertone of unmistakable Nick.

“It’s happening again, isn’t it?” he speaks into the juncture of your neck and your shoulder. He places kisses there, and you should feel soothed, but your skin heats with red-hot shame and embarrassment, a guilt you haven’t felt in a while. You know he doesn’t want you to be embarrassed, but you also remember the last time this happened, the way you’d promised to tell him if you fell back into it again.

It’s so hard to do when it’s happening, to admit you’re not okay. You can only nod. He holds you closer.

“How long have you been in bed, honey?” he asks, gently so you don’t feel like he’s prying or trying to shame you. You feel grateful for that. The truth is a little too much to say, so you shrug, knowing he’ll get the point. “Why don’t you let me wash your hair for you? Then I’ll make you some lunch.”

There’s something so pure, so earnest in his offer that you find yourself not wanting to say no to him. The trip from the bed and into the shower feels a little daunting, like it’s almost too much, but having Nick there helps. Nick always helps, and you know he won’t push you past what he knows you can do. He’ll pick up all the slack along the way.

You turn in his arms to find nothing but openness on his face. There’s no amount of pity in his gaze, just care. His mouth spreads into a grin when you cup his cheek in your hand, and you can’t say no to him.

“Okay,” you respond.

Your head rests on his chest while he massages your scalp, works the shampoo into a nice lather in your hair. The water is just on the right side of too hot, and it works wonders to relieve some of the anxiety that has burrowed its way into every muscle in your body. Your eyes are threatening to close when he speaks.

“Tilt your head back a little for me, baby,” he requests, and you do, making sure to close your eyes, too. He pours the hot water from the pitcher over your hair, rinsing it clean. Your scalp burns just a little with the temperature of the water, but it’s nice. Feels good to feel something pleasant like that.

He works the conditioner through your hair as he makes a little list of all the things you can do tonight. You let the words fade out, knowing that you’re not up for most of them at the moment. You think he knows it, too, and it’s good to just feel a sense of normalcy.

You pick and choose little things to place away — a movie before dinner, having tea and dessert on the porch, a drive along the back roads after the sun sets. Somehow Nick always knows the way to piece you back together, to make you feel like it’s all going to be okay, one step at a time.

You lie on the couch in your robe looking for a movie to watch while he cooks in the kitchen. It smells delicious — you were hardly able to contain your excitement when you peeked into the bag he brought, full with all the ingredients to make your favorite grilled cheese and soup.

You settle on a movie you’ve seen a dozen times before, let yourself sink into Nick’s side when he hands you the plate and sits down next to you.

“You aren’t eating?” you ask, brow furrowing.

He tells you that he ate before he came, just in case you weren’t up for lunch, that he was prepared to stay in bed with you all day if it’s what you had needed from him. You hand off half of your sandwich to him, despite his protests, offer the mug of soup for dipping. A warmth spreads through you, and you feel yourself getting your color back. Sometimes all you need is a little push.

He makes only one mention of getting you into your doctor, seeing about a dosage change or a complete switch. You know he’ll bother you in a few days if you don’t make the call, offer to do it for you, but you promise him that you will and you mean it.

You eat the rest of your food in a companionable silence, comforted by the film you know by heart, soothed by Nick’s boisterous laughter during the parts that always get him. When you start to fall asleep, you feel him shift just slightly beneath you, cover you with a blanket and place a hand in your drying hair.

The drive was a good idea. 

After an hour spent on the porch talking and listening for distant wildlife, he had managed to talk you into getting in the car. He made a promise that there didn’t need to be any destination, that you could drive around listening to music for as long as you wanted, but getting some fresh air on your skin would do you good. He was right.

He put on your favorite playlist and let you pick the direction until you wound up completely and utterly lost, no more than 20 minutes from the house. He decides to put the GPS on, still lets you point him in one direction or another. Just a safety net.

His eyes light up, even in the dark of the car, at your mention of ice cream. He plugs it into his GPS, quickly makes the detour.

You eat your sundaes on the hood of the car, in a parking lot surrounded by people. You knock your knee against his, feeling more okay than you did when you woke up this morning. You can’t deny that there’s still a knot in your stomach, a lump in your throat — the nagging hasn’t completely disappeared, but you’re on the road there.

“You’ll call the doctor tomorrow?” he asks, not pushing, but reading so well. A gentle reminder that he can’t fix everything, but he wants you on the road to it. You do, too.

You nod, holding out a pinky for him to loop his own around. He brings your joined hands to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your pinkies that warms you from the inside out.

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[strab3rr]

(long story and no short sorry) GUYSSS I DID ITT

I INDUCED IT!!!!! I WAS PURE AS A FUCKING BABY

IDK WHAT TO SAY (ok enough w capslock)

i have so much to say and not a thing at da same time idk how

anyway i want to begin with thanking you @b4ddprincess bc youre the reason i realized why i started this thing. thank you for making my life better and make me realized what i need to do: nothing. (its same for you guys, all u have to do is nothing)

two fuckn years ago i said to myself that i need a better life, quiter life, less fight with everthing bc everything was so loud and not clear i was feeling lost like a child in the market, and i wanted to make things better for myself in every way, but the main idea of my reasons to wanting to get in the void was: making anxiety go and having better people in my life. but the ''voidlist'' just never stopped bc im kinda greedy(having the idea of controling on your life, the idea of that power makes you greedy. yes thats a thing) anyway the more i add to the list the more i feel like im movin away from my desires then i feel depressed bc ive overcomplicating it bc theres so many things to do but i dont do anything so nothing happend bc i was waiting to be someth happen. and then i started doing awkwardly silly things such as: void routines and challenges and (im embarrassed of this one bc i was too desperate) drinking water

youve read it correct drinking water.

i was sooo desperate for having those things id do anything to get them.

i am simple. i want what everyone wants🎀🎀🎀: shifting realities bc i have so many crush and i need them to be crush me in bed(for 2020 girlies)

being an academic weapon is so easy for me🎀(bc of the urge to make my family proud) +dream collage

being the girl that everyone gets along w(basic needs)

being the girl who is pretty not cute(trauma response)

glowing aura(cats loves people w glowing aura yes thats a thing too)

dream body n hair(bc i deserve this🎀)

healthy (girlyfriend)friends(basic needs)

and of course him, my sp(i cant tell wich one at that time but i releived that its not him now, bc MY BELOVED CURRENT BF. guyss he is the one. dont u dare ask me how you know? i literally manifested him🎀)

then i realized i can have everything bc its my reality so why not add these:

new phone, +macbook air

dream apartment of my own

pinterest closet

lifa app for this reality

financially free-money(a lot. like really a lot)

knowing 4 languages like a native person(bc i want to be diplomat so bad) +sign language(its in general)

a little drama(its not gonna hurt anybody)

my parents being more lovable and away from me

every time i try to get in, either i was failing or falling

and im sick of it, sick of it so much i quit.(for a year)

then i go to the theraphy(ofc no im jk ilove being crazy)

one day i saw a post ss from tumblr about pure consciousness on pinterest and i was like whaat is thiiss. no mention of void so i thougt its a diffrent thing and i download the tumblr again and search everything abt it. and same excitement again after one year same thougts and same list popes up in my head. and i was like ok maybe this time itll happen.

still waiting to be someth happen so nothing happend, it was such a waste of time trying to get in while i was already be, i was already what i want to become. i was that girl that everyone gets along with but i couldnt even see bc i was too focused on wanting to be. but still tried every night and failed. and again tried-failed-quit circle bc.. have you ever met me🎀

4 month ago i saw the girl, iconic blogger and the goddess of my dreams, her @b4ddprincess thx again love u so much

a post pops in my fyp and i see the words ''pure consciousness'' i was like noo not again. and i was serious abt it i wasnt gonna read the whole thing but it attract me n i couldnt resist it so ive read it from the top to the bottom. and she got my interest so i stalked her page from the last and to the first post. it was quiet a beautiful journey for me. lasted like 3 days, the end of the 3rd day i was ''woaw it was this easy all along? u cant be serious.'' she was. i tried one last time, no breathing exercise, no ridiculous routines and no waiting something to be happen. it was just me being real me chilling out asf.

and it was this easy and it should be this easy bc being your 4d self is being nothing also being everything at the same time. if u wanna be everything you should be nothing first(as wizardliz saying: drop the old story, leave the victimhood, for being better stop being bitter etc.)u should make a space for everything first and then u can be everything.

for being 4d self of yours stop being your3dself.

sooo long story (no)short i am writing this from my mac in my new apartment(in middle of the night bc i couldnt sleep and then one tumblr notification reminded me i have a success story to share too) and my phone buzzing two minutes a time bc of my friends while im writing this, so if theres anything wrong ignore it pls.

oh u asking my bf how cute, hes sleepin in my bed now, exhausted from the work n school balance.

YWS SCHOOL!! im in my dream collage and im going to be in paris for a week. i deserve a vacation i guess(its for another conference), i kinda hate french men bc theyre so mansplaning(not like how i imagined, its hard to be friends w them)girls are cute but i feel like theyre aware im not permanent there so we just con buddies still cute and hepful for this foreigner.

and i canceled the lifa app thingy bc i can be my purest consciousness anytime i want, so i am my lifa app.

and thx to 4 languages i make a lot of money and that brings us to the pinterest closet, yesterday i realiased that. theyre not comes to me w an imaginary way like i imagined! i go outside for shopping casually and theyre there luckily i have enough money to buy them.

and my family theyre living in our hometown now so as i want it to be, we are away from eachother.

and the most magical thing: SHIFTING REALITIESSS

i did 5 world before i met w my bf. it was such a wonderful experience. if you have doubts abt shifting you can go fuck urself

because sir i did it and i am very sure that dean winchester being my husband is not a daydream, fantasy nor lucid dreaming. believe it or not he kissed me GOD HE KİSSED ME(someone should stop me i have a bf)

is there anything i missed let me see.. cats i have 2 cats now and theyre adorable. glowing aura-check

the girl who is pretty not cute- check +make anxietygo-checkcheckcheck

dream body and hair- check and check

i wanna give u a info i didnt have all my desires by being my4dself

not directly actually. but i have them all. and thats the point.

im not trying to be a blogger but if you have any question abt anything, id be happy to help

now i need to upgrade things in my farm byeess

loves, siena.