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[missacidburn928]

It's Tasty Tuesday!

A weekly sample of what I have to offer. Be it a WIP or a completed fic, I'm here to give you a taste.

Well enough to wet your appetite at least...

Hors d'oeuvres for the week of Sept 2nd 😈

That First Night: POC!Reader x Nomad!Steve Rogers

Why You Calling Me Tonight (Part I): Ex!August Walker x POC!Reader Walter Marshall x POC!Reader

It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way, you're happy without me… (CH 2): Hunterverse AU, Sy, Walter, Curtis (Lumberjack & the 2 bears) x POC Reader "Havoc/TG" Ex Dean x Reader

Intoxicating. That's What You Are (Affinity Series): Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader

Grand Theft Autumn (WIP): Ex! Ransom Drysdale x POC!Reader College!Eddie x POC!Reader

As all of my samples are 18+ material they can be fun under the cut. MDNI

Happy Feasting Heathens

"But there's people here all around us", he mumbles into my neck. With a light chuckle and a mischievous look in my eye, I tell him, "I know. That's the fun part. How long do you think you can last before you either A. Cum in your pants and all over my hand, B. Drag me to the first open room or bathroom you find or C. Want to leave so we can continue this at your place?"

"Challenge accepted baby". With a chaste kiss to my lips he places his hand on my hip and guides me to the wall until my back is pinned against it. His large frame pretty much hiding me from sight. I waste no time, running my hand over the ever growing tent in the front of his pants. He lets out a low groan. "Tsk, tsk there Captain. You better keep it quiet and look like we're just talking. Wouldn't want to get too much attention now would we?"

Right as I finish my question I slip my hand into his pants and wrap my fingers around his stiff length. I slowly start to play with his foreskin and begin to move my hand up and down his long, velvety soft shaft. Making sure to sweep my palm across the head every few strokes to gather up the precum leaking from the tip.

As I increase my speed, I begin to talk to him. "So, seen any good movies lately?" I giggle as he looks me in the eyes with a strained face and clenched jaw. Clearly trying desperately to stay quiet. I tighten my grip and he presses his pelvis into me. Pinning me harder against the wall, stopping my hand from moving any further.

"Ready to cum already? That was quick." He smiles, "More like, turnabout is fair play darlin."

Before I can even fully register what is happening his hand is down the front of my pants. His middle finger making small circles against my sensitive clit. I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning. "Someone's playing dirty. This was supposed to be about you Steve."

To which he replies, "I just had to see you squirm for me". He sinks his middle finger in my dripping pussy, curves it and lightly strokes against my g-spot. "Now who's ready to take it someplace else?", he whispers against my ear and then pulls his hand out of my pants. Licking his finger clean, "Mmmm even sweeter than I imagined".

"If you want an even better taste we're certainly gonna have to find some place a little more private", I respond in a lust filled voice, pulling my hand out of his pants after one more slow and teasing stroke. He grabs my hand and heads down the hallway. Pushing his way through the line of people waiting for the bathroom. As we are about to pass the bathroom the door opens and he rushes us inside before the next person in line can even realize what is happening and locks the door.

He grabs me by the hips and lifts me up and onto the counter, not wasting any time. "I wanted to take it slow with you. Take you out first, but you've got me so worked up that I have to have you right now." He kisses me hard. Our tongues dancing a tango together as I wrap my legs around his waist and grind against the steel rod that's just begging to be released from the confines of his jeans. I moan into his mouth as I grab his hair, trying to get as close to him as possible.

We both come up for air, panting as we try to get our lungs to settle back down. "These leggings have got to go. Hold on to the counter and lift your ass up for me." I do as I'm told and he practically rips the pants, panties included, off of me.

He sinks down to his knees so that his face and my pussy are level with each other. He looks up at me with lust filled, hooded eyes and licks his lips. "What was that you were saying about a better taste?" Before I can even get a word out in response he licks a stripe up my folds to my swollen clit. Moaning into me, delighted with the sweetness flowing onto his tongue.

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“Still in touch with Lloyd I see.” I calmly state. “How’s Alice?”

“Wouldn’t know. I’ve been on a special assignment.” 

“Hm. How convenient.” I hum.

At this point Walter takes the phone from my hand, putting it on speaker and setting it on the arm of the couch.

“Such sass. I wasn't expecting that. You were always such a good girl for me. Happy to take whatever I gave you.” August taunts.

Walter slowly begins to peel my leggings, and panties down my legs. He then proceeds to maneuver my body so that I am on all fours, facing my phone on the arm of the couch. He leaves a trail of soft kisses along my inner thighs. Blowing on my hot weeping slit before teasing my clit with his tongue. 

I try to hold in my moans, but my strained voice, accompanied by Walters growls as he devours my pussy from behind, has August hanging up, and switching to a video call. 

“Go head baby, answer it,” Walt commands. He places a pillow under my hips to raise them higher. So that I can remain comfortable while he fucks me stupid. 

I prop the phone up, clicking accept on the call, and Augusts’ chiseled, mustache sporting face appears on the screen. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, Walter slides himself inside of me. I close my eyes, moaning out, as I enjoy the stretch his girth always provides on that first thrust.

“What the fuck is this?!” August growls, “I knew something was going on, but did you really answer my video call with another man inside you?”

I can’t seem to formulate any words, as Walter gets to work destroying my perfect little pussy. But that’s okay, he is in full control, and has no problem speaking. “She sure as fuck did. You must be, August. The asshole who fucked up and let this little vixen get away. I should really thank you for that.” He thrusts in nice, and deep, making me cry out once again.

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As you all come down from your highs and the men extract themselves with care from inside you, Curtis makes his way into he shower and over to your lax body. Ignoring his raging hard on, he scoops you up, kisses your forehead and proceeds to take you to the unoccupied side of the shower. He sets you down and begins to clean you up, taking extra care to gently cleanse your oversensitive skin. For such a rough and hardened man, he always seems to handle you with such tender care. 

He leans you against the wall, holding you up with one hand as he quickly cleans away the day from his skin, with the other. Sy and Walter, having gotten their bearings back, go through the motions of cleaning themselves up as well. Now clean and satiated, Curtis picks you back up and carries you to your massive bed. His hard dick rubbing against your hip, pinned against his stomach as he makes his way. There is no way you're about to leave him to handle getting rid of it himself. 

He places you in the center of the bed and turns to lay down to the right of you. As soon as he makes himself comfortable, you swing a leg over his thighs and pull yourself up to sit on his hips. He looks up at you with an arched brow. “Can I help you with something Dew drop?”  

“Mmhmm”. You slowly lift your hips, notching your slick core over his leaking head and inch yourself down his massive girth, giving a little swivel of your hips as they touch his pelvis. “Fuck sweetheart, you feel so good wrapped around me, two cocks weren't enough for you tonight huh?” 

You shake your head “Never enough. Couldn't leave my lumberjack unsatisfied now could I? Need to be full of all of you to be able to sleep peacefully.”

You ride him nice and slow, taking your time to bring you both up before you crash back down to the surface. He watches on with glazed over eyes full of lust and adoration. His roaming hands find they're a way to your collarbone, where calloused fingers gently wrap around the base of your throat. Pulling you down to his prone frame, he wraps a strong arm around your waist, holding you close as he takes control. Pistoning his hips, whispering filthy words laced with sweetness, until your velvety walls clamp around him in surrender and he coats them in his seed.

Body worn out and muscles relaxed, you lazily kiss as Sy and Walter, fresh from the shower, join you in bed. You lay your head on Curtis’ chest and melt into him, warming his cock as several sets of fingers dance along your spine, lulling you to sleep along with the steady thrum of the heartbeat beneath your ear. 

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You let out a sigh of contentment and look up at him. “You know I love all the pieces of you right? Even the feral ones. I quite like those parts actually.” You bite your lip thinking about how he absolutely destroys you when he’s in rut and you can't wait. “With that said, I’ll happily take your sweetness this morning. Just so long as I can make it to work on time.” You run your hands through the hairs on his nape, inciting a soft purr to emanate from his chest. 

“As much as I want to throw you back into bed and just take my time worshiping every inch of your delectable body; I know how much your work means to you. So that will have to wait until tonight. For now, I think I can settle for a taste before we both have to head back out into the world. What do you say, Doll? Can I feast upon the sweet honey that weeps from between your thighs? I’ll make it quick I promise. Just a taste and then I’ll help you finish getting ready for the day.” His hands have slipped under your shirt and are rubbing small circles into your back. 

“When you ask so sweetly, how could I possibly say no.”

A grins splits across his face and before you know it your back hits the mattress of your king sized bed and Bucky is pushing your legs apart resting your knees on his broad shoulders. He kisses your thighs. “This is the only place I wanted to be for the last 48 hours. Couldn't stop thinking about all the little noises you make for me when I eat you out. How you squirm when I hit the right spot with my tongue. Fuck . Just look at you Omega, so wet for me you're dripping onto the sheets already.” He swipes his tongue up along your folds from entrance to clit, eliciting a moan from you. You’re always super sensitive in the morning and you haven't even touched yourself in the two weeks he's been gone. So just that little movement is almost too much already. 

He wasn't kidding when he said he’d make it quick. He wasted no time thrusting his tongue inside you. The thick muscle massaging your silken walls, giving them something to clamp on to. “ Fuck, Alpha. That feels so good.” Your hands are anchored in his hair, just enjoying the ride on his tongue he is giving you. When he swirls his tongue, pulls it out and then moves it to lightly draw figure eight patterns on your clit you lose it. A rainbow of stars detonate behind your eyes and your hearing goes fuzzy as the orgam slams into you. Gripping onto his locks tighter as you writhe beneath him, back arching off the mattress before you go limp, laying in a state of bonelessness.

As the sounds of your apartment start to come back to you, you blink open your eyes and peer down at Bucky. His chin is glistening wet. A saccharine smile gracing his handsome face. Adoration shining in is icy blues. “There she is. Welcome back Omega.” He laughs. “Had me worried for a minute there. Thought I might have made ya pass out. Looks like it was just one hell of an orgasm.” 

A sweet smile adorns your blissed out face. “One hell of an orgasm indeed.” You look over to the clock on the nightstand. “Looks like we still have a bit of time before the water runs cold in my shower and I certainly owe you after that performance. How about a little oral reciprocation in the shower, Alpha? Get dirty while we get clean.”

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This is a WIP set to release in the future...

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.” I speak into the room. “Please don’t let me interrupt.”

“Babe-” He tries to speak.

“You no longer get to call me that. We’re done Ransom. If I never have to see your face again it will be a blessing. I hope it was worth it.”

I turn on my heel and head downstairs back to the party with my head held high. I could leave, run out with tears streaming down my eyes. But then I’d miss Eddie performing and I never miss a performance if I can help it. Plus I look hot as fuck in my costume.

I find Steve and Robin in the exact place I left them.

“Did you find him?” Steve asks.

“Yeah, with his dick down some chicks throat. We’re done. I don’t want to talk about it right now. I don’t even want to get shit faced about it. I just want to watch Eddie perform and dance my ass off. That good with you guys?”

“Whatever you need hun.” Robin assures me.

“I’ll make sure the boys run interference so you dont have to run into fuck face the rest of the night.”

“How sweet of you Steve, thanks.”

“Oh look, the bands all set up. Lets go grab a good spot up front.” Robin grabs my hand and pulls me to the makeshift stage.

They play Grand Theft Autumn.Eddie basically sings it straight to me not knowing how truly those words are hitting me. I am reminded of the boy I had a crush on in the beginning of our friendship. A crush I thought I had gotten over ages ago. Guess I was wrong. Could now be the time to explore that what if? 

“Hey Robin?”

“Yeah”

“Has Eddie always looked at me like that?”

“What? Like a lovesick puppy? Yeah actually.”

“Perfect.”

[aneliwriter]

Warnings/ NSFW, dark smut. Dark chapter. Oral sex, orgasm denial, popping cherry, taking turns, explicit language.

Halloween one shot/ ransom, ari, Steve, Lloyd and andy.

Your palms grew sweaty as you swallowed a soft gulp. You retake a double look to ensure your eyes are not deceiving you. In which this case, they are not. You are the only one at the pumpkin patch. There were no other cars but yours in the parking lot, which confused you.

You thought there would be a party of some sort since you received an invitation.

Y/N L/N,

  CONGRATULATIONS, you have been selected for an invitation to join a special event that only happens once a year.

October 31st, Halloween. Time- 5 before sunset.

We take formality and punctuality quite seriously, so please don't be late or I'm afraid, there might be consequences.

Oh and don't forget to wear your scariest costume! There will be a contest and the first winner will win a special prize.

                             Hell Raisers Five.

You double-check the date and time on your phone.

10-31-2023

Time 5:58 P.M

Sunset.

You look over your shoulder, The sun has set. But what happens now?

There's no one here, so certainly it is not a party. Could it be a prank? A lot of people do pranks on Halloween but you don't have any friends unless books and fictional characters count. In that case, you have a whole army.

You begin to think about who would invite you here. It takes a moment till your mind goes to the football quarterback jock from your high school.

Ransom Drysdale.

He is awful to you, and always picks and makes fun of you. If it's not slamming your books down to the floor, it's keeping you locked in, in the girl's locker room naked after taking your clothes.

He and his group of heathens own your high school or they like to think so. They are nothing but trouble and you only hoped that this phase Ransom has with you is only that, a phase till he gets bored with you and moves on to torment the next girl.

If it wasn't for the crow cawing, you would have remained in place with your thoughts. Startling, your eyes lift to the crow who flies over to a sign. You squint your eyes and read, "Trick or Treating Corn Maze"

Perhaps the party is in the corn maze?

You look over your shoulder at your car. It's getting dark, and you contemplate leaving but if you do, there might be consequences, according to the anonymous invitation. But if you stay and go through the corn maze, it could be worse.

You have no idea what or whose intention they have with you.

It could be dangerous...

Or it could be a treat...

Well, you're about to find out. You take a step, inhaling a deep breath. You're already dressed and here, might as well find out.

You walk over cautiously, passing the sign, the crow staring at you, tilting its head to the side, cawing. You weren't afraid, although maybe you should be.

Freddy and Jason might be in there waiting for you.

You notice a flashlight hanging off a corn branch, you take it as a sign that the flashlight is for you. You grab it, turn it on, you continue to walk.

In Horror movies, the girl would say "Hello" and "Anyone there?"

But you knew fucking better. You remain silent and wait for the boogeyman to pop out and eat ya. You get to the first corner, and you stop to a halt as you see a figure standing, with a scarecrow mask on his face.

This is the part where you widen your eyes and gulp. Okay, maybe you are scared. He lifts his head from the floor and stares at you through his mask. You remain frozen, Your hand holding the flashlight up to him, shakes uncontrollably.

He strides over to you, he keeps getting bigger and bigger as you keep getting smaller and smaller.

You're dead.

You're positive as Ion television, this masked scarecrow is going to murder you, There's no way he's going to give you a treat... Right?

Your breath hitches as he towers menacingly over you making you feel ten times smaller than before.

"W-who are you?" You stutter through clatter teeth.

He tilts his head to the side and back, you can feel his eyes checking you out from head to toe. "Scarecrow." His dark tone sends shivers down your spine.

"I-i mean your real name." You sigh.

"Scarecrow." He repeats, crossing his arms.

You let out another sigh, as he is not going to tell you and you don't recognize him through his mask. As of right now, you only know him as...

Scarecrow.

"Till how long will you be scarecrow?" You ask. He somehow takes another step closer to you. Closing whatever inches of distance there was any left.

"Till the course is complete." He says cryptically.

You were about to ask what he meant but he foresaw your question and shook his head before your lips parted.

He looks down at your costume and you can imagine a smirk crawling on his face. "I thought witches were supposed to look ugly." There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"They're not ugly. That's just how movies and shows portray them." You say.

He hums in response.

"Well, Witchy let's begin, Trick or treat?" His tone changed back to dark.

You gulp loudly, nervous about what to answer. "T-treat?" You say in question.

He chuckles. "Good choice." He unzips his pants and pulls them down, dropping them to his shoes along with his briefs.

You gasp as he's sprung free.

You were expecting candy or at least a fucking sticker but not a hard length leaking with precum.

He muses a light chuckle. "Don't be so scared Witchy, you did say treat, so come and get it."

This is the part where you turn around and RUN. But you don't and not just because he could easily catch up to you but because a part of you didn't want to.

You want your treat.

Your legs tremble as you slowly kneel down before him. You stare at his hard throbbing erection and you feel a pool of wetness dripping down.

You glance at him through your eyelashes. "Um, I never-

You couldn't complete your sentence as he grabbed you by the back of your head, you gasped and he took the opportunity to shove himself inside your mouth. He grunts in satisfaction, throwing his head back as he jerks his hips forward.

A single tear rolls down your face as you take all of him at once. You try not to panic and find a way to breathe through your nose as he fucks your mouth into oblivion. "Use your tongue, drag it up and down, wrap your lips tighter." He groans.

You do what he says, wrapping your lips around tighter, and you drag your tongue. "Let me see those pretty little eyes." He says in a sultry tone.

You lift your eyes up and stare at him as your mouth is still working. "Tonight, you're our little slut, got it?" He strokes your cheek, feeling his bulge.

Our?

You weren't sure what he meant and the euphoria is blocking your mind at the moment, so you simply give him a nod in response.

It takes four more thrusts and he explodes inside your mouth. "Swallow every drop." He grunts out, pumping any excess cum on the tip of your tongue.

You drink without spilling a drop.

"That's a good little witch." He smirks. You gather yourself and stand up. Panting, he zips up his pants. "You're not done just yet. Go ahead and continue your path." He handed you the flashlight.

"Will I see you again?" You ask naively. His lips tugged a grin. "If you finish the maze you will."

"So be a good witch, okay?" He caressed your cheek. "Okay." You say. You give him a final glance over your shoulder and you continue your path.

You lit up your way to the next corner and sure enough, there's another figure standing in the corner, patiently waiting.

Another large frame wearing a skeleton mask. "Hiya, sweet cheeks." You knew that voice but it couldn't be. Could it?

"Trick or treat?" He mocks.

If it was him, you weren't sure if you wanted a treat from him.

From Ransom.

So you picked option two.

"Trick." You swallowed softly.

"You sure?" He teases.

No

"Yes."

In the blink of an eye, he marched right over to you and pushed you so rough that it knocked you right on your ass.

That confirmed, that indeed the skeleton-masked man is Ransom. You grunt as you thump on the ground, you look up scowling as he laughs.

"What was that for?" He crouched over and instantly, he pulled up your dress. "For your trick."  He pulled down your panties.

You suck in a breath but you don't move nor tell him to stop. He lifts his mask just enough to expose his mouth.

He dives right in and starts to lick your wet cunt that's been throbbing since Scarecrow. You let out a soft moan and he goes deeper.

"R-ransom." You moan his name.

He slapped your cunt hard, making you flinch both in pleasure and pain. "Skeleton." He murmurs against your skin, sending vibrations.

"Alright then, Skeleton."

You smile hazily, The cloud you're on goes up higher and higher. "Ske- I-i'm going to-

The cloud disappears and you fall right down.

"Hey." You whine in protest, frowning as he adjusts his mask back on.

Trick.

"Don't pout, sweet cheeks. You'll get your treat in the end."

Pulling your panties back up, you stand, taking the flashlight from him with a frown on your face.

"Lose that pout." He now said in a stern voice.

"Make me." You frown deeper.

He was about to pounce on you but he refrained himself from doing so. "You're going to regret that at the end of the maze." He huffs.

You flash the flashlight right at his face. "You don't scare me, Ransom." You said before you walked away, frowning.

You walked cautiously as you heard a twig snap. You approach the next corner, finding a third figure smashing the shit out of a pumpkin.

Your gasp made him stop and turn to look at you.

Pumpkin masked-man.

You can feel a darker aura with this one, he was more scarier than the previous two. "Hi there." He curtsy.

"Hi." You whisper.

"Trick or treat Pumpkin?"

"Um..."

"T-treat."

"On your knees then."

After he gave you your treat, which was the same treat that Scarecrow gave you. He gave you a wink, muttering "See you at the finish line, Pumpkin."

"It's about time." An irritated voice startled you as you got to the next corner.

"I- uh- you stammered.

His mask gave you chills, a red devil mask.

"Looks like Pumpkin Man got greedy and gave you his treat twice." He crossed his arms.

He did and you didn't mind at all. You devoured his greed.

"Turn around and bend over, because of his greed, you're getting a trick."

You drop your mouth open. "What why?" You protested.

"That's fifteen." He spun you around and bent you over. "Thirty for not doing what I ordered."

Before you could even think, a hard smack bounced right on your ass cheek. You yelp, jerking forward.

"That's one."

Twenty-nine hard slaps later,

You rub your butt as you walk to the last corner, even though it was a trick, it sure did feel like a treat the way he kissed you afterward, the kiss was so soft like he was making up for it and you immediately forgave him.

Who knew the devil could kiss you like an Angel?

You look up to someone clapping their hands. "Congratulations, you made it."

The last masked man, the phantom of the opera.

"Is it over? Did I win?"

"You sure did Sweetheart." He steps closer. "And the winner gets a special prize. You ready?" He strokes your cheek. You look into his eyes feeling flutters in your stomach as he stares back into yours.

"Yes." You whisper.

As soon as the word leaves your mouth, four figures pop out of the shadows.

Scarecrow

Skeleton

Pumpkin

Red Devil

They all stand around you in a circle. "Boys, it's time to treat our girl, right," Phantom informs them.

They all nod. The first one to approach you is phantom. He picks you up and lays you on top of a flat stone and for a moment you think you were about to be sacrificed. But he starts to strip his clothes off instead.

You stare at him with googly eyes, staring up and down at his god-figure-like body. You didn't even notice you were biting your lip hard till a tiny spill of blood slid down.

Those biceps and his hard abs were a treat alone. You were aching to be smothered by him in a hug.

"Your dress... off now." He commanded.

You practically ripped it off your body. There were several growls growling at you, you looked at them confused about why but when Scarecrow pointed down to your chest you looked.

No bra.

You gulp loudly when Phantom towered over you, pinning your arms above your head as he snarled at you. "Why aren't you wearing a fucking bra."

"B-because- I-i t-the d-dress- it- um

You didn't make sense speaking gibberish.

He gripped your chin and you're forced to look into his dark eyes. "Don't let it happen again."

"Okay." You nodded slowly.

He leaned and kissed you softly as his hands wandered down and he began to massage your breasts. A soft moan escaped your lips and vibrated against his mouth. If it wasn't for the shift movement, you wouldn't have been reminded that there were four other guys around you, watching the two of you tensely.

"You're going to give yourself to me. I'm going to take your virginity and we're all going to have our way with you. You have been chosen." He murmurs as he trails his kisses down to your lower abdomen.

"Chosen?" You murmured back.

"Yes, you have been chosen. Tonight you will be honored, among other things." He smirked.

"How did you know I'm a virgin?"

You hear Ransom chuckling in a low tone.

Of course

He starts to stroke himself and you start to panic as he's rather big. "That is going inside me?" You gulped, eyes widened.

He smirks. "Every inch."

"Is it going to hurt?" You whisper as he lines himself to your entrance. "Yes." He doesn't lie.

He saw the panic in your eyes. "Red Devil come here." He ordered.

He steps inside the circle. "Kiss her, have her distracted till I'm all the way in."

Red Devil lifts his mask to his nose, dips his head, and crashes his lips against yours. You moan softly as he deepens the kiss, he holds your hand in place.

Phantom begins to enter his tip and automatically whimpers against the Red Devil. "She's squirming too much, keep her in place." Phantom let out a groan.

Scarecrow and Pumpkin approach, each one on each side holding your body down. Skeleton grips your hands down as Red Devil keeps kissing you.

Phantom's groans become louder as he goes further in and you begin to shed tears. "Just do it, already. The anticipation is killing her." Scarecrow huffed.

"Fuck you, you would take your time with her too. She's fucking tight." He grunts.

"Focus on me, baby." Red devil whispers. "M-kay-

"Aaah!" You let out a scream for two reasons. Phantom slammed himself all the way in breaking your hymen and two, Red Devil bit down on your lip.

He jerks his head forward and stays still. "Everyone back the fuck up, now." He still has his head hung down. Scarecrow and Pumpkin release their hold on you and Red Devil backs away. Skeleton also known as Ransom reluctantly also backed away. "I get dibs next, I was the one who coronated her." Said Ransom.

"Whatever." Phantom lifts his head up and flips him off. He starts to thrust, groaning as he empowers each thrust. You feel your heat welcoming him, loving how good he feels rubbing against your walls.

You moan uncontrollably, as your eyes roll to the back of your head. "Fuck." He curses, grabbing your legs, and throwing them over his shoulders as he picks up the pace.

"How does she feel?" One of them grunted out but you couldn't tell who it was, as you were too busy seeing white lines.

"Fucking perfect." He pants.

"Fuck I'm not going to last! She's fucking clamping down on me." He squints his eyes closed as you scream in ecstasy. He paints your insides white as he cums in you.

"My turn." Ransom grunts out. "Would you at least wait till my dick is out of her, you fucking horn dog." He retorts.

"Remember Skeleton, we wear a condom with her. The only one who gets to feel her bare is Phantom." Scarecrow tells him as if he was a child.

"I don't know why, I was the one who told you guys about her. Why does Phantom get to be the only one to fuck her raw."

Phantoms slid out of you making you flinch slightly. "Because I'm the leader, fucker." He spats.

"What do you two think?" Ransom ignores Phantom and speaks to Pumpkin and Red Devil instead. "If her cunt feels just as good as her pretty little mouth then yea I wouldn't mind feeling her bare." Pumpkin muses.

Red Devil scoffs. "Well, then we have our answer because you were a greedy fucker and kept her longer than your original time."

As you can tell he was still upset about the double treat...

"Would you guys shut the fuck up, Skeleton fuck her already if not I'm taking your turn." Scarecrow groans.

"I think the fuck not." He snarls. Ransom picks you up like a rag doll and has you in a doggy-style position. Ransom slaps your ass hard and groans. "Remember when I said you were going to regret it, I'm going to hate fuck you so good that you'll fall in love with me." He whispered in your ear.

You hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper ripping. He puts it on. "Ransom don't, not in my-

Before you could finish he smacks your ass again making you jump forward. "Skeleton, fuck her pussy, we'll save that hole for another day." Phantom orders.

He scoffs. "I can have my way with her, I don't need to listen to you."

"I marked her first, my cum is filled inside her. You will do what the fuck I say. You could choke her, do other shit but you won't fuck her ass tonight, she's not ready." He grits out.

Ransom growls behind you. "Fine." He spits out.

In the same position, he enters inside, immediately reminding you of the pain that comes in the beginning. He yanks your hair back and forces you to stare at Phantom who swallows hard watching Ransom fucking you hard.

It shouldn't turn you on but it does. You can see Phantom getting hard again and that does something to your core.

"Look what you're doing to him Y/N, what you're doing to all of them." He taunts in your ear. You glance at Pumpkin, the red devil and scarecrow who's burning holes at you and Ransom.

Pumpkin and Scarecrow are palming themselves against their jeans as Red Devil's gaze is right on you. You can feel his eyes making love to you. You moan watching all of them stare at you.

"I knew you were a slut, not once did I buy your innocent act." He chuckled darkly.

Ransom fucks you harder and you feel him twitching inside you. He wraps his hand around your throat and squeezes hard, you gasp, throwing your head back, your eyes rolling to the back of your head again. "Well look at that, you're no longer pouting, sweet cheeks."

"R-ransom i-i'm cu-

"Give it to me, slut." The degradation was enough to trigger your orgasm and you cum as he spills inside the condom.

You find yourself screaming as he bites hard on your shoulder. "I guess we both marked her." He taunts Phantom who snarls.

"I'm marking her next, come here baby." Pumpkin was already secured with a condom when he snatched you from Ransom.

He leans you against the stone, wrapping your legs around his waist and he doesn't waste any time, he starts to fuck you. "Fuck you do feel good, so fucking tight." He groans.

You no longer feel any mascara on your lashes, it's smudged all over your face thanks to them three. But it's not over yet, you still have Red Devil and Scarecrow.

He tugs and plays with your breasts as they bounce up and down as you rock your hips forward meeting his pace. "Mhmm, you are a little slut, you like getting fuck by five guys?" He pinches your nipple.

"Y-yes!" You cry out, feeling another orgasm rising.

"You are going to be so much fun, go ahead baby, cream me." He coos.

You scream once again, digging your nails on his back and you cum for the third time. He grunts in victory, spilling inside the condom.

He pulls out and Red Devil steps into the frame. "He's a greedy little fucker, isn't he?" He tells you.

You wrap your arms around him, snuggling close as you're starting to feel sleepy and sore. "You can be greedy too... I don't mind." You whisper groggily.

He prepares himself. "I think I'll take up on your offer sweetheart." He caressed your cheek. He kisses you tenderly. "Hang on." He soothes.

You whimper again feeling him stretching you out, they all have been but it feels so good. You hang on to him as he goes into stealth mode, you can tell he has a dark side but he can also be soft, at least with you anyway.

You bury your head into the crook of his neck, not being able to do anything about it you just take the pounding he's giving you till you both cum.

"Greed's hell of a drug." He whispers, kissing you once more. "I'll kick Greed's ass if he doesn't move." Scarecrow deadpans behind him.

He kisses your forehead. "She's all yours." He stepped to the side.

Scarecrow closes the distance between the two of you. "I told you, you'll be seeing me again." He parts your lips with his thumb. "I-i don't know if I can handle another orgasm." You swallow.

"I believe in you."

You slowly nod. "If you pass out I'll stop." He assures. "Okay." You nod again.

You don't feel achy anymore when he enters you, you're getting used to the stretch. You inhale a deep breath as you wrap your arms around his large body, all certified lean muscle.

He hitch a breath, feeling how wet and slick you are down there. "God damm." He pants.

"I have to say, I'm glad we finally listened to Skeleton." He mumbles. "Fuck you asshole." Ransom glares at him.

"Scarecrow, she's getting close, make our girl feel good." Phanton palms his hard erection.

"With pleasure." He teases.

He plunges in and out of you, making you cry and whimper. "Oh my god." Your lips quiver.

"No gods here, Witchy. Just devils." He says in a sultry tone. You bite your lip, hot and not bothered by his comment.

You want him, you want all of them.

You need all of them.

The five hellraisers.

Our bodies condense, the sounds our bodies make echoing throughout the corn maze. "I- S-scarecrow, don't stop, even if I pass out." You say in the heat of the moment.

He groans, picking up his pace. "You can handle it, keep your eyes on me." He coaches you.

Your mouth opens wide, your eyes bulging out of their sockets. "I-

"Eyes on me, Y/n. Keep your eyes on me. Stay with me baby girl, we're almost there."

"I-I can't-

You cry, shaking your head.

"Yes, you can, look at me, focus on me." You look into his eyes through his mask. You breathe heavily as you focus on his eyes and somehow you manage to orgasm without passing out. He catches you as your body convulses uncontrollably.

He rubs your back as he holds you. "I told you, you could do it." He says in a playful tone.

"N-no more." You say tirelessly.

"Course has been completed. Congratulations Y/N, your initiation is finished." Phantom speaks.

"Initiation?" You say hazily.

"You just became the five hellraiser's girl. You belong to us now."

"Who's us exactly?" You say.

He takes off his mask revealing his face, Pumpkin follows then Red Devil, Skeleton who was a dead giveaway, and lastly Scarecrow.

You look at each one of them, now recognizing them from school.

Ransom's friends or should you say, brotherhood of some sort.

Ari Levinson- Phantom

Steve Rogers- Red Devil

Lloyd Hansen- Pumpkin

Andy Barber- Scarecrow

Ransom Drysdale- Skeleton

Ari approaches you first, caressing your cheek. He opens the palm of his hand revealing something. "We each will give you a ring, if you accept them you will always wear them. You are not to take them off, this is how everyone in school will know you belong to the hell raisers. So what do you say Y/N?"

"Put it on me." You don't hesitate. He chuckles as he slides the ring down your ring finger. It's a white colored ring just like his mask.

He kisses you before taking a step to the side. Steve comes up next and you stick his hand out to him. He slides a red-colored ring on your middle finger, kissing your hand when he's done. Lloyd shoots you a wink as he puts his orange-colored ring on your index finger. Andy brings your thumb to his mouth kissing it softly as he slides his off yellow-colored ring on your thumb.

Last, Ransom comes up to you with a smirk. "May I sweet cheeks?"

You stare at him for a moment. "I suppose." You say cautiously. He slides his black and white colored ring on your pinky.

"Welcome to the club sweet cheeks." He smiles. You hook your pink with him and you two pinky promise each other.

"So what happens next?" You ask.

He chuckles, looking over to Ari, who smirks.

"Reign."

You had no idea what he meant but as long it also means you get food and cuddles, you're down for it.

Let's reign hell, hellraisers.

THE END.

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

Grand Theft Autumn

Ex! Ransom Drysdale x POC!Reader 

College!Eddie x POC!Reader

Word Count: 4492

Summary:

The annual Halloween party that your boyfriend's frat throws takes a turn that has you rethinking everything. Including the crush you had on your best friend that you thought you were over.

Warning:

18+ MDNI Light Angst, Fluff, Gratuitous Smut, Halloween, Friends to Lovers, Cheating, Crying

Notes:

Blame Fall Out Boy and the song used for this title for this story. It just made sense to me. Happy Reading Heathens! (lyrics used will be in bold and link given to the song)

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Banner by @cafekitsune

Beneath a kaleidoscope of swirling lights and the pulsing rhythm of a hauntingly upbeat melody, Sigma’s Annual Halloween party comes alive on the dance floor. The air is thick with the scent of autumn and the excitement of college students, in various stages of intoxication, adorned in a myriad of creative costumes that fit this year's theme. 

A vast array of ghosts, witches, and whimsical creatures twirl and gyrate under the shimmering glow of neon and fairy lights that decorate the rafters and chandelier. 

In the midst of it all our trio of misfits can be found, dressed for the occasion. Steve is clad in a devilish red ensemble, complete with playful horns. Robin is a fierce warrior princess, her cape billowing like a flag of camaraderie. While I resembled a dark fae. My black dress tattered and torn, as blood stains my mouth and fingers from my last meal.

Together, we dance with abandon, lost in laughter and the thrill of the night. Steve with his signature mischievous grin, encouraging us to let go of our worries and immerse ourselves in the magic of the moment. I move my body with sinful grace, as Robin's laughter rings out, having playfully challenged Steve to keep up with her ‘spirited’ moves.

I wonder if Eddie is going to dress up tonight? 

Normally I would catch a ride with Eddie for a party like this, but seeing as he is performing here later and my boyfriend Ransom lives here already; I decided it’d be best to steal shotgun from Robin and catch a ride in Steve’s beemer.

Speaking of Ransom, other than a quick kiss when I arrived I have barely seen him so far tonight. His frat is hosting this party so it's sort of par for the course at this point, but he did promise me a dance. 

He has to be around here somewhere.

“Hey, I’m gonna go and try to find Ransom. Cash in on that dance he owes me before Eddie and the band get here.”

“Okay. We’ll be here. Watching Steve fail miserably to try and land a sorority girl for the night.”

“At least I can speak when a pretty girl approaches. What’s your excuse Robin?”

“Okay. Okay. Tone it down. I’ll be back in a moment to play wing woman. Goddess knows you both need it.”

“HEY!” They yell in unison as I saunter away. Off to find my man through all this chaos. 

I figure the best place to start would be to ask the boys. Luckily, I come across Mikey relatively quickly and he tells me that he last saw Ransom with some of the frat brothers in the rec room. So naturally I headed up there. 

I open the door to a cloud of smoke. Once the haze has lifted, my eyes land on a red head down on her knees with my boyfriend's dick in her mouth while his frat brothers watch and cheer him on.

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.” I speak into the room. Startling everyone. “Please don’t let me interrupt.”

“Babe-”

“Nope. You no longer get to call me that. We’re done Ransom. If I never have to see your face again, it will be a blessing. I hope what looks to be a mediocre blowjob was worth it.”

I turn on my heel and head straight down the stairs., back into the safety of the party with my head held high. I could leave, run out with tears streaming down my eyes. But then I’d miss Corroded Coffin performing and I never miss a performance if I can help it. Plus I look hot as fuck in my costume.

I find Steve and Robin in the exact place I left them.

“Did you find him?” Steve asks.

“Yeah, with his dick down some chick's throat. We’re done. I don’t want to talk about it right now. I don’t even want to get shit faced about it. I just want to watch Eddie perform and dance my ass off. That good with you guys?”

“Whatever you need hun.” Robin assures me.

“I’ll make sure the guys run interference so you don't have to run into fuck face the rest of the night.”

“How sweet of you Steve” I kiss his cheek. “Thank you.”

“Oh look, the bands all set up. Lets go grab a good spot up front.” Robin grabs my hand and pulls me to the makeshift stage.

Before you know it Eddie and his wild mane of hair is standing before me on stage. His voice, a powerful mix of grit and charm, commands the audience with a magnetic presence as he grabs the mic.

“We are Corroded Coffin and this song is for all the ones sitting patiently on the sidelines. If you know you know.”

With a wink to me he begins to sing.

Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman And maybe he won't find out what I know You were the last good thing about this part of town

He starts strumming his guitar quickly followed with the rest of the band joining in. 

When I wake up I'm willing to take my chances on The hope I forget that you hate him more than you notice I wrote this for you, for you, so You need him, I could be him I could be an accident but I'm still tryin' And that's more than I can say for him Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman And maybe he won't find out what I know You were the last good thing about this part of town

He is basically singing straight to me. Not knowing how truly the words are hitting me after the way my night has gone.

Someday I'll appreciate in value Get off my ass and call you The mean time, I'll sport my brand new fashion Of waking up with pants on at four in the afternoon You need him, I could be him I could be an accident but I'm still tryin' And that's more than I can say for him One, two, three, four

As the song hits its instrumental section, our eyes connect. I am reminded of the sweet brown eyed boy I had a crush on in the beginning of our friendship. A crush I thought I had gotten over ages ago. Could now be the time to explore that what if?

“Hey Robin?”

“Yeah”

“Has Eddie always looked at me like that?”

“What? Like a lovesick puppy?”

I nod my head in response. 

“Yeah actually.”

“Perfect.”

As the final chorus rings out, I resolve to get Eddie alone and turn my night around.

Unbeknownst to me, after Ransom finished the act he was receiving, he set out to look for me. Corroded Coffin was in the middle of their set and it wasn't hard to spot me, up front and center. He chose to keep an eye on me from the stairs as the band played on. 

Once Eddie told the crowd goodnight, he knew now was the time to get my attention and rushed down the stairs to do just that. 

Unfortunately for him, Steve is the best protective friend a girl could have and he finds himself derailed in his pursuit. Caught up in the hijinks of an “intoxicated” Steve while I link my arm with Eddie’s as he heads out to the patio for a post show smoke.

As he reaches for his pack in his back pocket, I beat him to it. With a devilish smile befitting a creature of the night, I tap the well worn packaging, producing the nicotine fix he’s sought after. Taking the cigarette, I place it between his plush lips as I sneak his lighter from his front pocket.

With a flick of my thumb, the flame ignites. I step forward, lighting the tobacco and watching the cherry burn bright as he takes in the first inhale.

That’s all I allow him before I steal it for myself. Wrapping my lips around the slightly damp filter and inhaling.

“You know that's like kissing me right?”

I exhale a plume of smoke with a grin. “That's the point.”

“Not that I am not loving this little private moment we’re having, but this is your boyfriend's party. Why doesn’t he have you draped over him as he holds court over the other himbos?”

I offer him back his beloved nicotine as I ponder how much I should disclose about what happened earlier.

With a sigh I decide to just let it all out.

“It’s simple really. I found him being serviced by some redhead on her knees in front of all his Frat Bros. He didn’t even bat an eye or look guilty when I found him either. Before he could make excuses and try to manipulate me I told him I was done and headed back to the party. I thought about leaving but I didn't want to miss you guys performing. So I stayed.” 

He begins to cough. Choking on the inhale he took as I spilled my guts. “What the fuck?”

“Yeah. Brutal, I know. It could have been worse though. They could have been fucking while his boys filmed it. Doesn’t really matter though as the end result would have been the same. I’m more upset with myself for being blinded by the faux sweetness he showed me all this time. I only need to be shown otherwise once to know it’s time for me to leave. I feel like I was always one foot out the door the entire time anyway.” 

“Why do you say that?” 

“Why? Because, perhaps deep down, hidden from myself, I was holding out for someone better. Maybe that someone has been here the whole time and I was just too blind to see it. Ya know.”

He takes a drag and just nods his head in agreement. A look of contemplation crosses his face.

“Hey Eds? Can I try something?”

He blows a line of smoke out the side of his mouth. “Course.” 

I take a step forward, closing the distance between us. Placing my hands on his denim vest, I lean on up on my toes and place my lips on his.

It’s a tentative and sweet kiss at first. Clearly catching the metal head off guard. Once the surprise wears off it quickly turns heated. 

With his fingers tangled in my hair, Eddie pulls me back, breaking our embrace.

“Are you sure? I don't want to take advantage of you in this state.” He queries between pants for air.

“I’m sober” I pant out in return. “And very, very sure.”

“Thank God”

His lips return to mine for another taste before we break apart once more. He links his fingers with mine and begins to guide us off the porch toward his van. Pinning me against the passenger door and devastating me with another kiss.

“As much as I really want to, I’m not fucking you for the first time in my van. Wayne is at work so if you're cool with it my trailer is free. Unless you want to go to your place.”

I tuck a piece of his unruly curls behind his ear. “Your trailer is perfect Eddie. Just hurry up and get us there.”

We fall through the trailer door with a crash. Limbs tangled together as we laugh at the mess our eagerness created.

“Who knew our front door was so flimsy.” Eddie chuckles below me. “Not hating the view from down here though.” He runs his fingers along my blood spattered clavicle.

“You close and lock the door and I can promise you an even better view when you reach your room.”

“Deal.” He deposits me beside him and rushes to slam the door closed as I scramble to my feet and hightail it to his room. I navigate a path through the clothes strewn across the floor. Adding my dress and bra to the chaos. I decide to keep my wings, thong and fishnets on as I climb onto the unmade bed.

Based on the dilated pupils on Eddie when he stumbles into the room I made the right choice.

“ Fuuuuck . You’re killing me dollface.” He adjusts himself in his tight jeans. “You look like you walked right out of a wet dream.”

“Why don’t you pinch me just to be sure.” I turn over on all fours, lowering my chest to the mattress while I make my ass jiggle beneath my fishnets.

I hear a low growl and the next I know I feel soft lips and the scratch of fangs as Eddie takes a nibble on my right cheek.

“Very real. And you smell so damn good.” He runs his hands up and down my thighs. “Let’s see if you taste like a wet dream too.”

He rips a hole in the crotch of my fishnets, pulls my thong to the side and teases his tongue along my folds. Collecting my essence with his well used muscle. Making little circles around my clit and then sucking my sensitive little button into his mouth with a pleased moan.

He gorges upon my flesh as if he was worshiping at the altar of the Gods. Creating melodies with the sounds he wrought from my body with the aid of his talented fingers.

As luxurious as this is, I needed more. I needed to know just what tricks those magical hips of his could provide.

“Please.” I begged in a whisper.

He removes his face from between my thighs. Leaving kisses along my quivering thighs. “What do you need, baby? Tell me what you desire and I will do my best to fulfill it.”

“You.”

“Me?” He pulls his face back to look into my lust blown eyes. “What do you need from me?”

“Inside.” I squeeze my thighs together, imagining what that first stretch is going to feel like. “I’m so empty. I need to feel your cock inside of me. Want you to fill me up. Need to feel you dripping down my thighs.”

“Fucking hell you really are a wet dream come true. Don’t worry baby. I’ve got you. Gonna give you everything you need and more.”

I let out a whine as he steps away from the bed. Unhappy with the new distance between us.

“Shh shh shh.” He coos at me. “I can’t exactly dick ya down if I’m fully clothed now can I sweetcheeks. So just enjoy the view. Promise I’ll be deep inside you momentarily.”

I watch as he unbuckles his belt. Letting it hang loose as he slowly unzips his jeans. With a hook of his thumbs he pulls his boxers and the denim encasing them down. Kicking them to the side as he lifts his shirt off and over his head. Discarding it somewhere among the other items scattered about.

With a smug smile he wraps his ring clad fingers around his surprisingly thick girth. His length might be just above average but that thickness is definitely going to leave a lasting impression.

He gives himself a few slow pumps as he walks back to the bed. A pearl of precum has gathered at his tip making my mouth water just as he stops in front of my face.

“Be a good girl and open up that pretty mouth and stick out your tongue for me.”

I open my mouth as wide as I can, sticking out and flattening my tongue in the process.

With a wicked grin he trails tip along my tongue. The taste of him dances across my taste buds and I can’t help but moan. 

“You make the prettiest sounds.” He caresses my cheek as he pulls away from me. I whine once more, earning me a smack on the ass. “No need for that. I’m only giving you what you want.”

The taunt I had prepared, dies in my throat as I feel Eddie notch himself at my entrance. With a glide of his hips he enters me. Slowly stretching me out, inch by agonizing inch. Allowing my plush walls to accommodate the thickness that is Eddie.

When our thighs finally touch, I’m practically gasping for breath. I have never felt this full before and he hasn't even done more than just slide in. I pray I don’t black out for I know this is a night I won't ever want to forget.

“I need you to breathe for me, pretty baby.” He runs a hand down my spine. “That’s it. Follow me. In and out. In and out. Good girl.”

Once my breathing is under control, Eddie finally begins to move. Slowly pulling out and thrusting back in nice and deep strokes. Gradually increasing the pace the more my walls relax. Holding on to my hips, guiding me back into him so that he could press that sweet spot that had me singing like a siren.

Leaning forward he gathered my hair between his fingers and gave it a little tug as he slammed his hips against me. The pain quickly registered as pleasure as my cunt squeezed around his girth.

“Mmm. Someone likes a little pain. Sweet little pussy gave you up right away.”

With a chuckle he picks up the pace. Fist still buried in my hair as he rearranges my guts. It’s all too much and not enough and the next thing I know I’m falling apart with a scream. Thanking him over and over as I ride the tidal waves of endorphins flooding my veins.

He pulls me up against his chest. Turning my head and capturing my mouth in a kiss that speaks volumes. He releases my hair and grabs my waist. Pulling out of me with much objection from my silkened walls.

He flips me around and pushes me back down onto the mattress. Grabbing my thighs, he spreads them wide and pulls me closer to his kneeled frame. Trailing his right hand up my torso he stops at the base of my throat. With his left he guides himself to my entrance. Giving me only the tip. With a wicked grin and a squeeze to the throat he enters me in one smooth stroke.

“Lock your ankles around my waist.” He pants.

I quickly follow his command and it’s like a switch flips inside of him. Soft, sweet, tender, Eddie has left the building and an incubus has taken his place, as he pounds into me hard and deep. 

His hand moves from my throat and his fingers are tangled in my hair. Face buried in my neck. Decorating my skin in love bites in between kisses and dirty words of praise being whispered in my ear.

I can only imagine what his back must look like as my nails have carved paths across his alabaster skin with each moan he’s wrung out of me. It’s intense and overwhelming. The best sex I have ever had in my life. I’m fearful that this may be the only time I get to indulge in this kind of pleasure, so I am holding onto every moment that it lasts.

I’m practically in tears, because I can feel just how close I am to coming undone. And this one will not be little. I know once I fall apart I’m done for the night. The intensity is going to render me useless.

With a kiss to my lips, Eddie presses his forehead against mine.

“I can feel how close you are, baby. Pussy is practically strangling me. I’m on edge here. I want to fill you up so badly but I need you to come for me first.”

Call it hormones or just the night catching up with me but tears start leaking from my eyes.

“Shh. It’s ok baby.” He kisses my tears, slowing his pace but still keeping us connected. “What’s going on?”

I sniff. “I’m afraid of what happens after we're finished. This just feels so right that I don’t want it to end.”

“Aw, dollface. I’m not going anywhere.” He kisses my nose. “Right now I just want you to focus on the pleasure. Can you do that for me? I promise we’ll work through all that other stuff after.”

I look into his eyes, seeing nothing but sincerity and trust looking back at me in his sweet brown eyes. “Okay.”

“Good. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to last. Your pussy is perfection.”

I pull him down to me for a kiss and undulate my hips against his pelvis. Seeking friction for my pulsing clit and signaling to him that he can resume his previous pace.

That was the only clue he needed to get right back to business. It wasn't long before I was teetering on the edge of climax once more. Only this time I was fully ready to dive headfirst into its soothing depths.

“D-don’t. Fuck. Don't stop. Please don't stop. I’m right there.”

“I wouldn’t dream of stopping. That’s it. Come for me. Come. Right. Fucking. Now.”

The growly tone of his words trigger something inside of me and my body gives in to his command. My pussy tightening around his fullness as stars dance behind my closed eyes and I cry out in pleasure.

As my walls convulse around him, Eddie buries his face back into my neck with a groan. Hips stuttering before he pushes in as deep as he can go and bites my shoulder as he unloads inside me. I feel every twitch and warm splash as he decorates my walls white with his seed.

With his weight resting atop of me , we both came down from our highs. Our breaths syncing up as our heart rates slow down. Exchanging sweet kisses and gentle strokes of fingers as we allow ourselves the time to bask in the glow of our escapade.

With a kiss to my sternum, Eddie finally removes himself from my body. Getting out of the bed and quickly heading for the bathroom down the hall. Returning with a warm washcloth and a sweet smile.

“I’m going to get you cleaned up. Bring you some water and a snack and then we can have that ‘what does this mean’ conversation you’re so worried about.”

“Okay.” I mumble.

“Don’t look so scared. I think you’re going to be pretty happy with the results of our little talk.”

“If you say so.”

“I know so. Now open those pretty thighs back up for me.”

2 weeks later on Campus…

"Come on, baby. Hear me out. It's been 2 weeks already. You know she meant nothing to me. It was a stupid bet. I couldn't let him try and punk me in front of my Frat bros like that by refusing."

Ransom somehow has stopped me in my walk to the parking lot by placing his ridiculous frame in my path. Forcing me to confront him after I made my declaration of the end of our relationship and my intentions known of never wanting to grace him with my presence again.

As much as I don’t want to. No matter how much I want to turn and just run away from the pain, seeing his stupidly handsome face will give me. I need him to get the message that we are well and truly over. Which is going to require some bravery on my part as I look him in the eye.

"You know what hurts the most? That you weren't even the one to realize how good you had it once I left you. No, your little jesters had to point it out for you before it even registered in that thick skull of yours. God, I'm so pathetic to have given myself to such an asshole. Wait, no that gives assholes a bad name and some of my favorite people are assholes. You're just a vapid narcissistic fool who can't see past his own ego to save himself. I am so thankful your carelessness and lack of self restraint pulled the e brake on your twisted carnival ride. Allowing me to walk away with my self esteem still intact. So please just go away. I meant what I said when I told you I never wanted to willingly lay eyes on you again. The sugar sweet apologies still perched in the back of your throat. I hope they turn to ash and poison. Slowly suffocating you in your delusions until self preservation takes over and you finally. Leave. Me. Alone."

I give myself a moment to catch my breath as my words sink in. I can already tell they are barely penetrating his thick skin. Movement to my left catches my eye. A body frame and gait I know all too well walking my way. With one quick look in their eyes I know my escape is not only imminent but will leave a devastating blow.

"There's my favorite human."

My shaking hand is quickly engulfed in warmth. Easing the tremors and replacing them with a sense of safety and ease as I am pulled away from my waste of space ex, into the embrace of my best friend turned boyfriend Eddie.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, dollface. You know how chatty my professor can be."

A kiss is placed upon my forehead. Extinguishing any remaining anxiety like a Xanax to the bloodstream.

"Not at all. As always your timing is impeccable."

A throat is cleared beside us.

"Can I help you, Ran? Me and the lady were just on our way home. Cozy date night ya know."

Ocean blue eyes filled with barely restrained rage and hurt stare daggers into me.

"Him. That's whose bed you're warming now. Should have figured he was more than a friend this whole time. You know what, fuck you. You'll never have all of this again."

"So you can listen." I snark.

He steps forward. "You fucking little bitch."

I am smoothly pulled behind my black knight as he steps up to the posturing bull before us.

"I know that most of your brain cells are located in your biceps but I'm gonna need you to take a step back from my girl before I have to do something rather ungentlemanly."

"You against me? I don't care how bad you think you are you couldn't land a punch on me if I gave you a free-"

Before he can finish his sentence, the sense, as well as his consciousness, is knocked out of him by a firm fist to the jaw. As soon as he hits the cold ground I am scooped up and carried valiantly over the limp body of my ex.

"Now what did you have in mind for dinner? I'm suddenly feeling rather ravenous and I'm not quite sure if food will be sufficient enough."

[georgiapeach30513]

Desperate Descendants

Growing up as a Drysdale!

Aster Sapphire Drysdale

Eliana Rune Henry-Beck

Atlas & Orion

Iris Jade Drysdale James Carter Rogers

Posie Sarah Rogers

Daisy James Teller

Poppy Avalon Rogers

Oakley Cohen Rogers

Steven Blade Drysdale

Fable Pearl Drysdale

The Turtledoves

Beckett Jensen Drysdale

Anders Beckett Drysdale

Story Rose Drysdale Carter Rory Baizen

Otto Ransom Baizen

Zephyr Anders Baizen

Archer Harlan Baizen

Brooks Sirius Baizen

Raiden Carter Baizen

Iclynn Blade Baizen

Luciana Violet Drysdale

Foxley Amethyst Drysdale

Emilia Joy Rogers

Mary Adler

Beaumont Franklin Adler

Birdie Mae Rain Adler

Arlo Everett Adler

Owin Apollo Everett-Levinson

Evaluna Blaze Everett-Levinson

Opie Winston

Random Drabbles ft. All the Kids

Sweet Kids, Dinosauw Spwinkles, Can We Watch

Blurbs

The Kids are all Grown, Non-Drysdale’s All Grown, Non-Drysdale’s out of High School, Fandoms, Drysdale’s Honeymoons, Pregnancy Cravings, The Drysdale’s Recreational Highs, Drysdale’s Net Worth Ranked, Drysdale’s Honeymoons, Second Generation Honeymoons, First Anniversaries, Drysdale’s Easter Tease, Second Generation Easter Tease

Asks

Godparents, Third Generation Jobs

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

[musette22]

Imagine dragging Ransom to a farmer's market or a pumpkin patch for the first time. Something tells me he's never done those things before.

Ooohhh Ariana I love this! Can you imagine Mr Spoiledy McFancypants at a farmers market?? He'd complain about the smells and the commoners the whole time, and turn his nose up at the unwashed produce and demand to go home asap, and then he'd complain some more at Charles who is just as horrified as Ransom is, and then they'd draw themselves a luxurious bubble bath and bathe together, sipping expensive wine and having some farmer's cheese to go with it which Ransom bought just before you guys left the market, because he may hate markets but he does appreciate a good roquefort 😌💫

[inlovewithhisblueeyes]

It’s monster fucking season!! Got any good fic recs?

Why yes yes I do. 😏😏😏

Henry Cavill + Co

Black and white by @buckyownsmylife features a Vampire Henry

Crimson Limerance by @blavikennbutcher features Vampire Henry

Rip You Apart Part 1 by @littlefreya features Werewolf Henry. Part 2

Prince of Darkness by @littlefreya features Demon August Walker

Bark at the Moon by @littlefreya features Werewolf Walter Marshall

Bat-Winged Rose Part 1 by @blakerogue features Vampire Mike. Part 2

Chris Evans + Co

Lack of Choice by @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms features Merman Andy Barber

Mating Rituals by @giorno-plays-piano feature Orc Steve Rogers

Love Bites by @cherienymphe features Vampire Steve Rogers

Hungry Like The Wolf Series by @imanuglywombat features Werewolf Steve Rogers

So Close by @syntheticavenger features Werewolf Steve Rogers

Werewolf!Steve Rogers x Reader by @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms features Werewolf Steve

The Morning After by @slothspaghettiwrites features Satyr Ransom Drysdale

Sebastian Stan + Co

Heathens by @cryptidcasanova features Demon Bucky Barnes

Playing With Knives by @slothspaghettiwrites features Orc Bucky Barnes

Kinktober fic #1: Blood kink by @multi-stann features Vampire Bucky Barnes

In His Claws by @stuckysdumbbitch features Werewolf Bucky Barnes

God's Gonna Cut You Down by @boxofbonesfic features Demon Lee Bodecker

Dark Moon by @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy features Demon Lee Bodecker

Settling in Devil Creek: Chased By The Pale Moonlight by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork features Werewolf Lee Bodecker. Part 2

*this list is not exhaustive but the first ones that popped in my head/search of my blog*

[cockslutpadalecki]

Lisa’s Sunday Reading (JANUARY)

After the success of the “366 Days of Fics” challenge of last year, I wanted to carry on reading and recommending as many amazing authors as possible, but instead of reblogging once (or several) everyday, I would set them all for one day of the week. I chose Sunday, because who doesn’t wanna spend their rest day cuddled up with a cup of tea (or coffee) reading some incredible pieces of fanfiction art?

PS: if you wish to blacklist my reblogs for any reason, you can use the tag #lisa’s sunday reading. PPS: My header was made by the wonderful @winchest09​ ❤️

3rd

Money’s Worth - You’re Mine: @pagesoflauren​ (Ransom Drysdale)

Fallen Angels: @cherienymphe (Bucky Barnes)

10th

Sinful Sunday - Heathens: @kittenofdoomage (The Winchesters)

Erotica: @thoughtslikeaminefield (Jensen Ackles)

Life For Rent (Prologue): @winchest09 (Dean Winchester)

Kinktober - Sex Pollen: @stargazingfangirl18 (Steve Rogers)

Life For Rent (1): @winchest09 (Dean Winchester)

17th

Touch: @crispychrissy (Sam Winchester)

Pushing Buttons: @downanddirtydean (Sam Winchester)

I’m Coming: @deanwanddamons (Dean Winchester)

Maximum Effort: @sunflowerxbarnes (Wade Wilson)

Shots: @deanwanddamons (Dean Winchester)

Extracurricular: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor (Ransom Drysdale)

Do Not Disturb: @winchest09 (Dean Winchester)

24th

Teacher’s Pet: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ (Ransom Drysdale)

Wrecked: @atc74​ (Any Winchester)

Feed, Or Fuck? (4): @caffiend-queen​ (Bucky Barnes)

Sweet Time: @tropicalcap​ (Steve Rogers)

The HIghest Bidder - Childhood Bedroom (Deleted Scene): @pagesoflauren​ (Ransom Drysdale)

Mechanic And Mistletoe (2): @deanwanddamons​ (Dean Winchester)

Mechanic And Mistletoe (3): @deanwanddamons​ (Dean Winchester)

Money’s Worth - Long Nights: @pagesoflauren​ (Ransom Drysdale)

Icarus: @savior-adriana​ (Dean Winchester)

Frozen: @watermelonlipstick​ (Sam Winchester)

31st

Money’s Worth - Puppy Training: @pagesoflauren​​ (Ransom Drysdale)

Feed, Or Fuck? (5): @caffiend-queen​ (Bucky Barnes)

Beg For Daddy: @sweeterthanthis​ (Bucky Barnes)

Simple Request: @stargazingfangirl18​ (Ransom Drysdale)

Kinktober - Abduction: @sweeterthanthis​ (Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes)

Money’s Worth - Harlan’s Firsts: @pagesoflauren​ (Ransom Drysdale)

Lessons In Knife Play: @angrythingstarlight​ (Bucky Barnes)

Money’s Worth - Papa Bear: @pagesoflauren​ (Ransom Drysdale)

All Nighter: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ (Ransom Drysdale)

Feed, Or Fuck? (6): @caffiend-queen​ (Bucky Barnes)

White Flag: @irrelevantwriter​ (Rio)

Red Carpet: @waywardbaby​ (Jensen Ackles)

Money’s Worth - Back To Work: @pagesoflauren​ (Ransom Drysdale)

[simastysims]

SIMASTY Season 1 Episode 6 “Enter Texas”

Originally posted March 2019 on Simasty.com

Texas Simmington stood triumphantly in the ballroom of Siloli mansion and surveyed the shocked faces around her. She always did like to make a grand entrance and today was no exception.

Burke was the first to speak and he didn’t hold back his disdain towards his former wife.

Texas removed her sunglasses and faced her ex-husband for the first time in years. She didn’t rise to Burke’s anger and instead spoke with a devilish smile.

The room was silent as everyone waited on what would happen next. Burke glared at Texas not quite believing she had shown up. He wanted her gone from the house as quickly as possible.

At this point Andre Wayward, Burke’s lawyer and long time friend, stepped in. Andre had previous experience in dealing with Texas and knew her to be a formidable opponent.

Andre stepped back not wanting to feel the full wrath of Texas’ vengeance. She turned back to the newlyweds and smirked as she gave Brystle a critical once over. Burke could see where she was heading and ordered her out of the house before she would insult his bride.

Texas looked Brystle up and down. She was everything Texas wasn’t- blonde, innocent, sweet … and younger.

Brystle smiled back. She knew little of Texas and having the good Sim trait she wanted to diffuse the situation and instead introduced herself.

Brystle was taken aback by the insult, what had she done to warrant such abuse?! Burke’s anger was reaching astronomical levels. This was typical Texas, always throwing barbed insults. Well he wouldn’t stand for it.

Texas casually walked over towards her son Heathen who stood in shock at seeing his mother for the first time since he was a boy. Texas softened her smile when she saw her son for she really did love him.

The shock of seeing his mother was too much for Heathen.

Texas pulled her son close and held him in a tight embrace.

But Heathen pulled back and put his hand towards his face as he sobbed uncontrollably.

At which point he ran from the ballroom. Texas was about to go after him but to her horror Brystle was already going after her son. She would deal with her later. But for now Texas herself was getting angry for seeing how upset her son was and in her mind there was only one person to blame.

Texas turned and marched back across towards Burke and gave a glance over to her daughter Fathom who stood across the ballroom glaring daggers back at her. She would deal with her later also. For now she would give Burke a piece of her mind.

Having said what she wanted too Texas straightened herself up and smirked again.

And with that she marched out of the ballroom and headed for the hallway. Burke pulled Andre aside and directed his anger towards him.

Fathom had not said a word during the unfolding drama. She had watched as her mother returned, ruined her father’s wedding and upset her brother and then totally ignored her. Well she was not having it!

Fathom quickly ran out of the ballroom and made her way to the hallway where she hoped to catch her mother.

Texas sighed. She had a difficult relationship with Fathom when she was a child and it was obvious her daughter still carried a lot of anger towards her. Texas decided on a different tact.

Fathom gazed at her mother. She felt nothing but anger towards her.

Texas realised that this was pointless, it would take time for Fathom to come around an now was not the time. Instead she smiled and stroked her daughter’s chin then withdrew her hand when she saw the look of disgust in her daughter’s eyes.

With that Texas put her sunglasses back on and left the mansion.

Whilst the drama had been unfolding at Siloli mansion, across town in the suburbs a lonely Malaudia Drysdale waited for her husband Mayhew to come home. He had gone for his usual evening jog but had not come home after a couple of hours. The evening had not been what Malaudia had hoped for on her first night home from the simitarium. At least there she had had company. Here in this house she could not relax in she felt more alone than ever. Her daughter Mimsy had gone to bed after asking her grandmother for a night time story. Mother Drysdale herself had turned in for the night leaving Malaudia at a loose end as to what to do other than go to bed herself. She had been asleep when Mayhew returned. Her husband quietly went into the master bathroom and had a shower before tip toeing back into the room. Malaudia was awake by then and wanted some comfort from her husband. Mayhew however lacked interest.

Mayhew had thought this may happen but didn’t expect it on the first night. Not when his head was still filled with thoughts of Brystle…

Malaudia sat on the bed feeling totally rejected. Her first day home had become a disaster.

Mayhew sat beside his wife. He hated lying to her but he didn’t want to see her hurt again, not after all she had been through.

Mayhew got up and took off his towel as he got changed into some sleepwear. Malaudia’s heart raced as she looked at his naked body. How she longed for him to hold her and to touch her and caress her and how she would sit on his face and wiggle but it was not meant to be.

Within seconds Mayhew was snoring and Malaudia sat alone with only her thoughts.

Outside their bedroom a figure stood silently at the door listening to everything that had been said…

Mother Drysdale laughed inwardly to herself as she quietly made her way back to her room.

Long after the wedding had come to an abrupt end, thanks to the reappearance of Texas Simmington, Burke and Brystle had retired to their boudoir for the night. Fathom had fled the mansion in a rage after her encounter with her mother had got her worked up. Heathen meanwhile had spent the evening feeling tearful at the sudden appearance of his mother which had triggered a lot of emotions in him. However Fred was nowhere to be found when Heathen needed words of comfort. It was only late in the night when Heathen finally tracked him down in the gymnasium. By this stage Heathen’s tears had turned to anger and he directed his fury at his boyfriend.

It was true that Fred was always receiving calls from his sister and then having to make some sort of mercy dash. It had been happening the whole time of their relationship and it was niggling away at Heathen. Fred had never even introduced any of his family to Heathen but as Heathen had only introduced Fred to his own family then perhaps the meeting with the Rimmards was on the horizon. However the look Fred gave and the tone of his voice made Heathen realise he’d gone too far.

Fred seemed to soften again and his response soon got Heathen in a flirty mood.

The two lovers moved together in a passionate embrace and smooch.

Fred’s kisses always had a way of getting Heathen to forget his worries and woes. He soon felt a sudden wave of emotion stirring inside of him and he just had to let it out.

Heathen could have sworn he felt a slight tense in Fred’s body. However his lover quickly replied.

And with that their clothes were cast aside and they were soon making wild passionate woohoo right there on the floor of the gym in Siloli mansion.

Upstairs Burke and Brystle sat beside a burning fire in their boudoir. Brystle cuddled up to her husband. Their evening had been spent discussing the reappearance of Texas. Mainly this had consisted of Burke ranting about how evil his ex-wife was but yet giving very little away about her or what had happened between them. Brystle did not want to push it as the subject of Texas stirred a lot of anger in Burke. She may have only been married for several hours but Brystle was already getting the feeling there was going to be 3 of them in this marriage. Burke felt his wife stiffen as she snuggled and at once he realised that his ranting about Texas was making her uncomfortable. He smiled at Brystle and stroked her cheek then whispered in her ear.

Burke gazed upon his wife. He did love her so. And that love far outweighed his hatred towards Texas.

Texas was but a momentary nuisance. He would soon be rid of her again. Once they left on their honeymoon in the morning she would be but a distant memory. And when they returned Texas would be long gone. A fat pay cheque would see to that. It had worked once before.

The newlyweds locked lips in a passionate embrace. And at that moment both of them believed that nothing would ever come between them.

Brystle took Burke’s hand in hers and led him to their bed. They removed their night clothes and slipped under the sheets….

It was late at night and Seth Dolby had been home alone for several hours. After the arrival of Texas and the drama it caused he thought it would be best if he came home. His date for the wedding, Ditsy Von Klinkerhoffen, had already left before him and whilst he could not be sure he thought that perhaps she had had a run in with Fathom. Fathom was the girl of his dreams, his one true love. He had gone to the wedding with the belief that she wanted to get back together. Instead she had made it quiet clear she was not interested despite the flirting that had gone on between them. Seth was unsure what to do – either to continue to pursue Fathom or to let her go once and for all. Once at home he had made himself a cocktail and was relaxing in his hot tub which was positioned on the large balcony and had spectacular views over San Myshuno. His train of thought was interrupted when the security of the building buzzed him to let him know that there was a young woman on her way up to see him. It was Fathom! Seth leapt out of the hot tub, grabbed a towel and ran to the front door of his apartment. He flung open the door just as Fathom stepped out of the lift.

Seth couldn’t believe his ears! Fathom was here and she wanted him!!

Fathom clearly had one thing in her mind and Seth wasn’t going to say no. The 2 ex lovers moved closer together and locked their lips in a passionate smooch. For Seth it was a dream come true to be kissing his one true love once again. For Fathom it stirred some delicious memories of their former time together.

After a lingering smooch Seth embraced the woman he loved.

Seth thought it a strange request at this time but happily posed for the selfie. Fathom seemed delighted as she took the picture on her phone. She quickly posted the picture to her Simstagram account where she had close to a million followers. She also hash tagged it with Ditsy Von Klinkerhoffen’s name….

After taking the selfie Seth wanted to know what was next….

Fathom took Seth by the hand and led him out onto his balcony. The steam was still rising from the hot tub but things were about to get even steamier as Fathom removed all her clothes and climbed into the hot tub. Seth dropped his towel and joined her.

Fathom scooted across and was on Seth’s lap in a blink of an eye.

And there commenced the wildest hot tub woohoo ever seen this side of Showgirls…

For fear of drowning Seth and Fathom made their way to Seth’s bedroom and the woohoo making went on into the night. Eventually, exhausted, both had fallen asleep in each other’s arms. Fathom was the first to wake and the cold light of day was harsh. What had she done?!! Seth was sleeping soundly so she discreetly crept out of bed and began to get dressed.

Once dressed she looked at the sleeping Seth and instantly regretted her decision to sleep with him.

Seth would read more into their night of passion than was intended. He would assume they were getting back together and Fathom had no intention of ever doing this despite what her father and Cyril Dolby wanted. She quickly slipped on her shoes and with a few final touches she was ready to leave before Seth woke up.

A short while later Seth woke from his sleep to find Fathom wasn’t in bed beside him.

He grabbed the towel that was lying on the floor and walked downstairs of his penthouse. There was no sign of Fathom and he realised that he was alone. Fathom had run out on him….again.

Burke and Brystle were seated in the breakfast room of Siloli discussing their honeymoon which they were leaving on later that day when they were joined by Heathen.

Heathen had a more worrying concern on his mind – his mother’s return.

Fathom entered the room and joined them at the table. She was still in the same clothes she had worn to the wedding and it was apparent she had just returned home from a night spent elsewhere. Brystle noted how it went unacknowledged by everyone but the smirk on Fathom’s face showed that she didn’t care what people thought of her. Burke tried to calm everyone’ fears about Texas.

Brystle decided to interject. Whatever had gone on between Burke and Texas shouldn’t influence how Fathom and Heathen interacted with their mother.

Burke slammed his fist down on the table in anger at Fathom’s outburst to Brystle. This was not how he planned celebrating his first day as a (re) married man.

Burke, satisfied that his anger had stopped the bickering from escalating, turned to his wife and smiled.

As Burke and Brystle hugged goodbye for the morning Fathom glared in hatred at her new stepmother. How she hated her so….

Across town a furious Seth arrived at his uncle’s mansion. He had been set up by Cyril and Seth had a good idea why.

Seth wasn’t falling for his uncle’s lies and slammed his fist onto the desk. Cyril leapt up from his seat to confront his furious nephew.

Cyril had had enough of his nephew’s insubordination. He wasted no time in setting him straight.

Seth turned and made his exit leaving Cyril to ponder on the revelation that Texas Simmington, his one time lover, had returned.

Seth slammed the door as he left. Cyril didn’t like to see his nephew upset. But he had his agenda to follow and achieve it he would. Somehow he would bring down Burke Simmington and take over WindenburgSimmington. But he knew that Texas would have returned to take her own revenge on Burke. It was now just a matter of time who would get there first…

Burke was finalising some work before he would leave on his honeymoon. Whilst at his desk his secretary Marsha buzzed him.

This was a pleasant surprise thought Burke. He stood up to greet his wife. The woman who walked through his office door was not the same Mrs Simmington he was expecting.

Texas looked around at the office. Burke sighed and Texas knew she was having the desired effect on him.

Texas and Burke eyed one another before she made for the door.

And with that she was gone again. But Burke knew that he was far from seeing the last of her. In fact he had the distinct feeling  she was about to make his life a complete misery. But what would her next move be…?

Previous episode: https://simastysims.tumblr.com/post/659853420567707648/simasty-season-1-episode-5-an-uninvited-guest

[genelutz]

Poems

COFFEE

I got plenty of coffee,

And coffee’s plenty for me.

I got my caffeine,

Got my cup,

Got my poetry!

Don’t want tea!

THE COFFEEHOUSE POET

MISERY

I got plenty o’ plenty,

But that ain’t enough for me!

I want some more!

My life’s a bore!

I want it all for free!

Misery!

LE POET MISERABLE

THE HERO’S UNREQUITED GOOD INTENTIONS

I tried to do what’s right,

But they all did what’s wrong.

They didn’t see the light.

They weren’t very strong.

ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTARIANISM

If an Antidisestablishmentarian establishes himself as being

anti-Antidisestablishmentarian, this is considered the same as

being Disestablishmentarian, and therefore a heresy. But if an

established Antidisestablishmentarian disestablishes himself from

Antidisestablishmentarianism, it’s quite possible that this could

lead to yet another Disestablishmentarian schism.

FASHIONABLE POETRY

My poetry’s way out of fashion.

For rhymin’ I take quite a bashin’

“To rhyme,” they all say, “Is passé.”

But I say to rhyme is O.K.

THE HIP LIST

If you’re hip, you’re probably…

…runnin’ away from home.

…somewhere gettin’ stoned.

…takin’ a toke.

…always broke.

…politically correct,

…without “all due respect”.

…out of work.

…a social quirk.

…gettin’ busted.

…maladjusted.

…runnin’ from the pig.

…tryin’ to bum a cig.

…talkin’ fast.

…hopin’ you’ll last.

…tryin’ to be erotic.

…borderline psychotic.

…either/or.

…real hard core.

…dressed in jeans.

…talkin’ obscene.

…cosmetically unkempt.

…an object of contempt.

But if you’re square…

…you like to cut your hair.

…you hate a body that’s bare.

…you own more than one car.

…you wish you were a star.

…you drive to work each day.

…you come home with your pay.

…you have to mow your lawn.

…your bank account’s o’erdrawn.

…you have a nagging wife.

…you hate your mis’ble life.

…you love your alcohol.

…you love to shop the mall.

…you want to watch TV,

…don’t want to talk with me.

…you like to waste resources.

…you’d like to join th’armed forces.

…you might’ve liked Ron Reagan.

…you’re prob’ly not a pagan.

…you’ve moved out to the ‘burbs.

…I doubt that you use herbs.

…you love the U.S.A.

…as long’s you’re making hay.

…you hate to pay your taxes.

…you have to send some faxes.

RUNAWAY TAXES

You’ll wonder where your money went

When you give it to the government.

THE PUNDIT

YOU NEED TO FEAR THIS

The only thing we need to fear

Is all the lies we like to hear.

ASK NOT

Ask not what I can do for you.

Ask what you can do for me.

JOHN F. FINICKY

RED WING BLACKBIRD

Red wing blackbird, have you heard?

They say your red wings look absurd,

And should be on a redder bird.

THE NATURE HATER

MOSQUITO

Mosquito bites me on the back.

It’s what I call her rear attack.

By the time you feel the itch,

She’s bit and gone, man, what a bitch!

THE NATURE HATER

DAWN SONG

Birds at dawn sing their song.

It won’t be long ere night is gone.

DAWNATELLO

JED CLAMPETT’S DEMISE

Well, the first thing you know, Jed’s got a bank account.

Mr. Drysdale knows that it’s quite a large amount.

Jed thinks Mr. Drysdale is an awful friendly man,

But Mr. Drysdale wants to get his hands on all he can.

Well, the next thing you know, Jed’s lost a large amount.

He never went to grade school, so he never learned to count.

One day he drove down to the bank to see how much there was,

But Mr. Drysdale lied to him just like he always does.

Well, the next thing you know, Jed ain’t a millionaire.

The kinfolk said, “Jed, move away from there!”

They said, “Mountaineerin’ is the thing you oughta do,”

“And don’t let no banker make a fool of you!”

GLAD MADNESS

I’m happy when you’re mad.

Your anger makes me glad.

Without it, I’m so sad.

THE MAD POET

BLIND DATE

If you’re awfully shy,

You’ll squirm and tell a lie

Because you won’t say why

He’s not your type of guy.

THE BOTTOM LINE

A

Job

Well done

Entitles you to

A good base pay.

THE GEOMETRICAL POET

THE NAKED HEATHEN

I wish I was a naked heathen.

I dance around the fire all night.

I’d drink warm blood--I’d be a fright!

Alas, I’m clothed in righteousness

And I can only do what’s right.

CHRIS CHEN

DR. KATE’S DATING SERVICE

I got a date from Dr. Kate.

The date was not so great.

She was so late, I had to wait.

She hardly made me want to wait.

THE WHOLE HOLE

If it’s all there, it’s called a whole,

But when it’s gone, it leaves a hole.

THE BITTER WOMAN AND THE SWEET LIES

The girl had pretty eyes.

The guys told her sweet lies.

As soon as she got wise,

She’d cut ‘em down to size.

APOLOGIES TO JOHN BOBBIT

THE DOPPLER FLOP SWEAT BLUES

I was doing a Doppler bilateral

When I came across a collateral.

I rocked and I angled,

But the veins were too tangled.

There was hardly any flow.

What flow there was was very slow.

I sweat and I brooded--

Was it trickling or occluded?

Those calcifications were testing my patience.

I didn’t know what I should do!

So I went to get Sandy

‘Cause I knew she was handy

At getting that impossible view.

FISHING TRIP

I let my transducer slip, and went on fishing trip.

I looked around at all I could see--

The liver, the kidneys, the spleen, the GB.

As far’s I could see, it looked OK to me,

And I was sure that the rad would agree.

He said, “Tell them that we did our best.”

“ But next time...please...the reason for the test.”

THE ROCKIN’ SONOGRAPHER

\ONE THING AFTER ANOTHER

Life can make you happy.

Then life can make you sad.

You can feel like you’re in Heaven.

Or life can become a living Hell.

Life can be full of love.

Or it can be empty with loneliness.

You know…if it isn’t one thing, it’s the other!

[missacidburn928]

Grand Theft Autumn

Ex! Ransom Drysdale x POC!Reader 

College!Eddie x POC!Reader

Word Count: 4492

Summary:

The annual Halloween party that your boyfriend's frat throws takes a turn that has you rethinking everything. Including the crush you had on your best friend that you thought you were over.

Warning:

18+ MDNI Light Angst, Fluff, Gratuitous Smut, Halloween, Friends to Lovers, Cheating, Crying

Notes:

Blame Fall Out Boy and the song used for this title for this story. It just made sense to me.Happy Reading Heathens!(lyrics used will be in bold and link given to the song)

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Banner by @cafekitsune

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Beneath a kaleidoscope of swirling lights and the pulsing rhythm of a hauntingly upbeat melody, Sigma’s Annual Halloween party comes alive on the dance floor. The air is thick with the scent of autumn and the excitement of college students, in various stages of intoxication, adorned in a myriad of creative costumes that fit this year's theme. 

A vast array of ghosts, witches, and whimsical creatures twirl and gyrate under the shimmering glow of neon and fairy lights that decorate the rafters and chandelier. 

In the midst of it all our trio of misfits can be found, dressed for the occasion. Steve is clad in a devilish red ensemble, complete with playful horns. Robin is a fierce warrior princess, her cape billowing like a flag of camaraderie. While I resembled a dark fae. My black dress tattered and torn, as blood stains my mouth and fingers from my last meal.

Together, we dance with abandon, lost in laughter and the thrill of the night. Steve with his signature mischievous grin, encouraging us to let go of our worries and immerse ourselves in the magic of the moment. I move my body with sinful grace, as Robin's laughter rings out, having playfully challenged Steve to keep up with her ‘spirited’ moves.

I wonder if Eddie is going to dress up tonight? 

Normally I would catch a ride with Eddie for a party like this, but seeing as he is performing here later and my boyfriend Ransom lives here already; I decided it’d be best to steal shotgun from Robin and catch a ride in Steve’s beemer.

Speaking of Ransom, other than a quick kiss when I arrived I have barely seen him so far tonight. His frat is hosting this party so it's sort of par for the course at this point, but he did promise me a dance. 

He has to be around here somewhere.

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Do Turtle doves discuss about their following siblings? Fable is very Vocal about wanting a sister, but What about Birdie Mae? Is Fable teaching her weird chicken poop logic to her bestie too?

😩🥺 the Turtle Doves! So Birdie Mae isn't quite as vocal and sassy as Fable. Fable has a lot of Drysdale in her, and Birdie Mae has a lot of Arleigh in her. Just the sweetest little cherub. Plus, it helps that I want to see these two on the farm. Beau and Blade typically stay outside with them, but they pretty much have free range on the farm. There are no neighbors. And when they get neighbors it's Posie and Jax.

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The D Word

Summary: Birdie Mae and Fable chat.

Pairings: Fable X Birdie Mae

Rating: 😂

Warnings: chicken poop talk, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 900

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Birdie Mae takes a stick and digs a bit in the dirt, Remy right next to the girls as they walk the property. Always exploring and always discovering new things. Fable spinning a beautiful tale of their adventures when they return, none of which actually happens, but Birdie Mae just giggles beside her friend.

“Biwdie, do you evew want a sistew?”

Birdie Mae stops her digging to turn and look at her friend. Shrugging her shoulders, before she goes back to digging.

“Me wuv my Eggy, but me want a sistew.”

“Have you, ugh,” she throws a rock over her shoulder, leaving Remy to go retrieve it. “Have you thought about asking your mom and dad.”

“Ahh,” Fable falls backwards in the dirt. Her little arms and legs running up and down and creating dirt angels. “Onwy wike evewy day. I wuv Eggbewt, I weawwy do, but a sistew.”

“What is so great about a sister?”

“Weww…me don’t weawwy know but ders not stwaws in der diapews.”

“A penis,” Fable sits up and gives Birdie Mae an odd look. “That’s what boys have. Like the rooster. A penis. Fennel, a penis. Dad’s heathens a penis.”

“Me don’t wike dat wowd, so when I say stwaw, I’m tawking about da penis,” Fable waits a moment and thinks before looking at Birdie Mae. “My dad has a penis?”

“Mine, too. We have a vagina.”

“A fwont butt,” Birdie Mae just shrugs. “How do you know dis?”

“I live on a farm. See,” she points over to the animals on the farm, and Fable only looks at it odd. “Dad said we can’t have one of each, because they’ll make babies.”

“Da chicken poop thing?” Fable asks scrunching her nose up.

Birdie Mae giggles and lays down flat on the dirt beside Fable, “The what?”

“Chicken poop thing. I can’t say the F word”

“Oh, Squish, you shouldn’t say that word. Mommy got on to daddy one day because he said he was gonna F word her.”

“The chicken poop thing.”

“I seriously have no idea what you’re talking about. Oh, that cloud looks like a rabbit,” her finger points up the sky, and both girls giggle when Remy plops down beside them.

“No what Beau does. He takes the chicken poop and fewt…fewtiwi…I can’t say the F wowd, Biwdie!”

“Oh,” she giggles. Her fingers run through Remy’s hair and she gives the doggie a kiss. “That is a hard word. Fertiliza. So…how do they do the fertiliza?”

“Me don’t know. Daddy does it. Does this chicken poop thing in mama’s fwont butt. He does all the wowk, and she just waffles awound, and popped out Eggy.”

“Huh…do we have to do that?”

“Well, if you want kids. Wucky for you youw gonna have a big big husband.”

“Shh,” she slaps at Fable who only giggles at her. Her dirty fingers covering her mouth. “He…he do you know what he did?” Fable laughs shaking her head. “He screamed down the hallway, ‘I will marry you one day Birdie Mae, and you’ll be Birdie Mae Baizen. He’s too big.”

“My daddy is big. And youws is biggew than youw mama’s me think you’ww be okay. Maybe we shouwd ask youw dad if you have to do the chicken poop thing with Raiden?”

“Raiden is not fertiliza-ing my front butt,” she lets out another giggle before adding, “My vagina. Who are you going to marry?”

“If me can’t mawwy my dad, me don’t want to mawwy anybody. And dats da twuth.”

“Your dad is married. You don’t want them to get the D word?”

“What’s the D word?”

“Divonced, and someone leaves the house.”

“No, mama can stay. Fabwe Peawl Dwysdawe just won’t get mawwied. Come on wets ask Beau if Waiden has to touch youw fwont butt to do da chicken poop thing,” she gets up and starts running towards the cabin, only to have a dirty faced Birdie Mae screaming no after her.

“I don’t want Raiden to touch my vagina!”

Beau and Blade’s faces look at each other when they hear that. “Why is Raiden touching Birdie Mae’s vagina?”

“I don’t think he’s touching it yet. You know he tells everyone he’s marrying Birdie Mae Adler, right?” Beau just shakes his head. “Why does she call it a vagina.”

“Because that’s what it is.”

“Daddy, if Biwdie Mae wants a baby wif Waiden, do he have to do the chicken poop thing to hew fwont butt?”

��Blade?” Blade and Fable both look at Beau, both raising their brows and making the same facial expressions. “Don’t talk about my daughter saying vagina, when your daughter calls it a front butt. And what’s the chicken poop thing?”

“She can’t say fertilizer.”

“I also don’t want you to give mama the D word,” Beau coughs on his laugh, and slaps Blade on the back. “I won’t mawwy you, so don’t weave the house.”

“She means divonced.”

“Oh, you two talk a lot, huh? Mama and I aren’t getting a divorce. Raiden doesn’t need to go anywhere near your private spots. And we don’t have to worry about either of you having kids for a long time, deal?”

“Beau, teww daddy to do da chicken poop thing, and give me a sistew, okay?”

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ottos gonna get suspended from school one day after telling his crush all the things his daddy’s tells his mommy’s he’s gonna do to her 😭

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Wait wait wait 🍄anon, are suggesting that the sweetest little boy wouldn't be able to con his way out of being in trouble?? And let's be honest, he is a precious angel, so it wasn't his fault.

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It's Not Funny

Summary: Otto gets in trouble

Pairings: Carter Baizen X Story Baizen

Rating: mild

Warnings: language, Otto White, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 730

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"So apparently our son told a girl that his dad fucks babies in his mom," Carter snorts, but Story puts a hand on her hip. Baby Z resting on the other. "Carter, it's not funny."

"Our son should really stop sneaking around late at night. That is supposed to be our time," he steps a bit closer to her body, resting his hand on her bump. "I know you don't mind these babies crawling in the bed when they want," his lips go to kiss along her neck, but he gets a soft slap from Zephyr, "You heathen."

"My mama."

"My Queen."

"Alright you two," she turns to where Z can't hit his dad, giving Carter a quick kiss before tilting her head. "That's not all," Carter rubs his hand along his cheek scared of where this could be going. "Apparently there's a first grade gambling ring on the playground. Your son is making a fortune in Gushers and Ring Pops."

"Okay, that is all Blade and Harry, you can not put that on me."

"We've got to go talk to his teacher."

Carter purses his lips. His head nodding, knowing that this won't be that bad. "Okay, you can use your influence on his teacher, we've got this."

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Story looks around the room, Otto sits at a table with some paper and crayons while Z chews on Carter's wedding gift from her dad. Contemplating the best course of action. She was told that the principal might be present, and she can't make it be known that there was biases concerning Otto.

She watches his cute little teacher walk in, the principal close behind. "So Mr. and Mrs. Baizen, I know you heard of our concerns with Otto. It seems that the profanity issue was taken care of. He will have to do a few days in detention."

"Will this be going on his record? He's six, and this is his first offense," Carter adds getting cut off swiftly by the new principal Mrs. Bishop.

"Mr. Baizen surely you're not suggesting we turn a blind eye to this."

"Of course not. On behalf of my wife and I, we apologize for our son overhearing adult conversations that were being had behind closed doors, need I remind you."

"Let me stop you. We have taken care of that. Our biggest concern is the gambling ring he's cooked up on the playground," Otto grimaces turning further away from his parents. "It's quite extensive really, and his locker is full of the house earnings. However, we can not condone that behavior here. We think that his skills would be better used in the math leagues."

"Daddy, pwease don't make me join that gwoup. I weally don't wanna do that. Those kids awways think der bettew dan evewyone because dey speak cweawly."

There's a part of you that nearly gasps at what your baby just told you. Otto had been in speech therapy for the past two years, but he was never made to feel less than because of his speech. But it's Carter that starts to get furious. "Am I to understand our son is being bullied? Maybe that's why he started this ring in the first place, because he was displaced by his peers. I'm well aware that Otto is highly intelligent, he gets straight A's and goes above and beyond what is asked of him academically, but he will not be made to feel inferior for something he is trying his best to correct, and in time it will right itself."

"Mr. Baizen..."

"No, we will both speak to our son about how this is not acceptable at school. It will be made very clear about how he is intended to conduct himself. Now, if that's all, I know that he must be hungry."

"Mr. Baizen..."

"I take it that, that is all," she gives the two of you a nod before leaving. "Since we're both here, lets go ahead and get the parent teacher part over. What is it that you go by here?"

His teacher gives the two of you a warm smile, she has always been the softest and sweetest thing, "Ms. Levinson is fine."

"So no hyphenated name like it is legally?" Carter hands Z off to you, and taps on his lap for Otto to join. "Not much longer though."

"Ms. Wevinson, my name changed too."

"I know buddy.  I’ve known you for quite some time."

"What's youws changing to?" his bright blue eyes stare at her.

"When we come back from spring break, I'll be Mrs. Adler."

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how Baby Lucyfer react when some boy gives her , her first kiss 😂 i bet it must have been Blain as they were rivals at school 😂😂 enemies to lovers

😂 NOBODY messes with Lucy Drysdale.  However, her “first kiss” was stolen from her.  And yes, it was Blaine, but mostly because he wanted to torture her slowly.

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A Broken Nose

Summary:  K.I.S.S.I.N.G

Pairings:  Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  Lucy “Little Luciefer” Drysdale, kissing, punching kids, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  810

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“She did what?” you ask headmaster Strange while glaring at your husband.  “No I understand.  But...but Lucy?...Yes, I know my daughter very well but...Well, don’t you think that’s a bit harsh.  Okay...both of us?  Headmaster Strange I...” you take a deep breath, your eyes darting back to Ransom.  “No, we’ll be right there.”

“What the hell was that all about?” Ransom asks you, his hand pulling at yours to sit in his lap.

“Apparently Lucy punched her arch nemesis Blaine in the nose and broke it,” your husband snorts as he closes his eyes.  His hand starting to drift down the top of your shirt, grabbing a handful of you right breast, “Stop that.  It’s not funny.”

“No, it’s hilarious.”

“They want to expel her, Ran.”

His hand jerks out of your shirt, and he basically pushes you off of him before quickly grabbing your hand and leading you to the car.  “Expel Luciana Drysdale?  We’re going to find out why little Lucifer broke some douche bags nose.”

“You realize you’re calling a six-year-old a douche bag?”

Slamming the car door closed, his head slowly turns to you, “What did he do to her to make her punch him?  I’m not above your daughter acting like a heathen, but she doesn’t hit unless she’s heavily provoked.”

The two of you mostly ride in silence until you get to the school.  Spotting Lucy right away, and you don’t care what anyone has to say to you, you grab her hand, the three of you walking into the office.  Headmaster Strange rubs along his temples while he stares at you.  “I’m glad we’re all on the same page about Luciana’s expulsion.  We do not condone any bit of physical violence...”

“What started this?” Ransom demands.  

“It doesn’t matter.  Luciana...”

“It matters to me.  What transpired that made Lucy feel she needed to get physical with a boy?”

Headmaster Strange looks between the two of you shaking his head.  “We didn’t question.  Luciana used....”

“Lucy, what happened between you and Blaine?” you ask her.  Your eyes only moving to your child after you’ve completed the question.

“We uh...we were playing tag and...” her fingers twiddle together and she barely mumbles, and then her honey eyes look at you with big tears, “Please, don’t make me say it in front of Daddy.”

“Lucy, why won’t you tell me and your mom?” Ransom is now concerned.  He’s never seen Lucy react this way.

“Blaine...he, he caught me, and he...Mama I don’t want to say it.  I’ll just be expelled.”

“Ran, can you step out of the room please?” you ask your husband, but you’re eyes stay on her.  Her tears finally break through, and you’re thinking the worst.  You can see that Ransom doesn’t want to leave, but you give him a head nod and he finally stands to leave.  And you pick up your daughter to sit in your lap.  “Lucy, baby, what did Blaine do?”

“When he, he caught me, he spun me around and kissed me.  Mama he licked my lips and said that’s what his daddy does to his new girlfriend, and it felt gross, so I hit him.”

Your face falls when you turn to look at Headmaster Strange.  He sits there thinking on what the best course of action would be.  “Mrs. Drysdale...”

“Ran, in here now!” Ransom walks in, extending a hand out for Lucy and she goes and crawls in his lap.  “Now, what exactly are we going to do about Blaine.”

“He’s currently at the hospital with a broken nose.”

“And my daughter was violated.  She did not ask for that, and he clearly overstepped his bounds.  Now to you it might be playground fodder, but he had no right to kiss her.  Had no right to...”

“MAMA!  Daddy is in here.”

“You’re daddy understands the ins and outs of kissing.  She is six-years-old.  Now she will be dealt with as far as the punching goes at home.  But our children are taught to defend themselves when they are feeling threatened.  She did the first thing her brain could rationalize.  She will not be expelled.”

“Mrs. Drysdale....”

“She.  Will NOT.  Be expelled.  Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes ma’am.  She will take the rest of the day off, and she can have detention for the rest of the week.  As for Blaine what is a fair punishment for him?”  

“I have a feeling you’re going to tell me.

“I am.  He needs detention as well.  He had no right to touch my daughter in any inappropriate way.  I want the two of them to kept as separate as possible.  I understand they’re kids and they will cross paths, but my child will not go through this again.  Are we understood?”

“Yes, Mrs. Drysdale.”

“Thank you Headmaster Strange.  I hope you have a wonderful day,” you stand grabbing ahold of Ransom’s hand to guide you out of the office.  Silently stewing at the fact that your child had her first kiss stolen.

“Every time we come here and you talk to Headmaster Strange, it becomes hotter and hotter.”

“Ran...shut up.”

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From the start Iris is shown as motherbear type but now as a adult she always seem busy and occupied by her work?

Aw...no, she adores her family. I mean went years through treatments to get the twins. Really the only interactions we've seen of Iris have been her in business mode. But have no fear, she like Aster shuts the office down when she walks out. As soon as she gets in her car, she's done. She wants family time. She wants to see her children grow, because she wanted all of them so bad. So let's take a bit of a peak into their family life. Just the five of them, and no work.

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A Dream

Summary:  Family day with the Rogers’

Pairings:  The Rogers’

Rating:  Sweetness

Warnings: butt rubs, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  800

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“Hey, can you hand me that baby,” Iris points over to he mustard, and Posie smiles handing it to her mother.  Iris scrunches up her nose, and brings her oldest baby closer to her, “Have I told you lately, that I love you.”

“Mom...stop.”

“Have I told you there’s no one else above you?”

“Please don’t,” she looks over to see James around the corner with a twin in each arm.  “No.  Don’t do it.”

“Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness.  Ease my trouble that’s what you do,” her dad sings dancing around with Thorne and Poppy, followed by Dodger, who goes and sits in his spot.  His big brown eyes staring up at Posie like he knows how ridiculous the two of them are.

“You two are so embarrassing,” she can’t be embarrassed long when James leans over to give his wife a kiss.  “Hand me a baby, and put the other in the walker, so you can get your butt rubs.”

“Jamey!”

“I didn’t say it, your daughter did.”

“Mom, you do this every morning, and I’m usually here.  I notice your butt rubs,” she grabs Poppy to place in a walker, before getting her smiley little brother, Dodger following the three out of the kitchen, and giving the old married couple a bit of privacy.

“About my butt rubs,” James stands behind Iris, both hands on her hips, when she swirls her ass on his crotch.  Arching her back, to get more control.  Gyrating all over him, before he pulls her tight against his chest.  “Some things never change, Baby doll,” his lips connect to her neck, and she gives a soft mewl.  “Just like we’re in high school.  You wanna put on that cheer uniform again.  You haven’t flipped on my dick...” she gives his stomach a bit of an elbow.  “Yeah, I deserved that.  I still think your hot as hell.”

“And I still think you’re the stud of the school.  Definitely nobody’s aged better than you.  But keep it in your pants, we’re going on a picnic with our babies.”

He picks her up, slinging her over his shoulder and she lets out a scream, “I have found the one I want!” Iris bites his butt hard, giving it a little slap, “Ouch, you heathen.  Posie!  Let’s load up the car baby.  I’ve got the biggest one.”

“Jamey, we haven’t finished packing the lunch put me down.”

“Haven’t...why haven’t you?”

“Butt rubs.  Put me down,” he sets her down, just to give her a spin around, and dips her.  “Alright, you’re excited I get it.”

“I’m glad that you’re only doing the three days a week now.  Here, let me help you.  Posie girl!” Posie walks in with both babies following her in walkers now, Dodger bringing up the rear.  “Play us a song.”

She sprints up to her room, to get her guitar, sitting on the chair and starts singing Big Yellow Taxi, accompanied by James and a babbling Thorne and Poppy.  Iris mostly hums, finishing up their picnic lunch.  Packing it up in the giant picnic basket James and Poppy picked out for her for Christmas.  Grabbing up a rolling cooler for drinks, and plenty of snacks for her babies, James included before they head out in his truck.

Iris constantly looks back at her little loves, carrying on a conversation about Posie’s friends at school.  Her fingers woven tightly with Jamey’s.  The two of them enjoying what they created all those years ago.  Knowing that no matter what, nothing could separate them.  Together their whole lives.  First as friends, and then as something more beautiful than dating.  Even in high school, everyone knew that they were something special.

The whole day the five of them just enjoying one another, running around with a twin strapped to their front, listening to Posie playing her newest song.  Letting the twins nap on their chests, while the three of them stare up at the clouds.  “What about that one,” Posie points at a extra fluffy one.

“Cotton candy.”

“Daddy, you’re not even trying.”

“A dream of a little boy who saw a girl and a dog, and knew that she was going to be his best friend for life.”

Iris closes her eyes shaking her head, “There is no way you remember that.”

“Fine, a little girl in a fluffy pink dress.  And I do remember just wanting to do that weird kid dancing with you all night.”

“I am never getting married.”

“Why not?  Your dad and I have so much fun.  And have the cutest kids.”

“Because, that whole sleeping in the bed with someone, or sticking your tongue in their mouth, not for me.  You can keep it,” James gives her a big nod in agreeance.

“Well, you may change your mind.  And it’s okay if you don’t.  You’re still a pretty cool kid,” leaning over she gives her daughter a forehead kiss.  Everyone giggles with Thorne passes gas in his sleep.  “Just like his daddy.”

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Okay when COVID hits and stay in place is ordered, are Ransom and Kitten having the whole family move in? I cant imagine them being without their kids and the grandbabies for such a long time. Thanks!

Oh for sure!! They would semi regret it after awhile. So let's just look at the ones we know...

James, Iris, Posie, Poppy, Thorne

Beck, Aster, Eliana

Blade, Lo, Squish

Carter, Story pregnant, Otto, Zephyr, Archer

Chris, Lucy

And Ollie and Dodger the dogs. Not to mention Ransom and Kitten. Lucky that's a big house, because that's 20 people. When it got warmer they would all be outside in the sun. The cooler and rainier days they'd definitely be playing hide and seek, or watching a movie in the theater room. That room keeps getting smaller and smaller. Most the kids don't have a full bedroom by themselves; Posie has her own, Poppy & Thorne would stay in the room with their parents. Otto and Ellie share a room, while Zephyr and Archer go between sleeping with them to going in the room with their mom and dad. Blade isn't letting Squish out of his sight!

But you know Mr. Dramatic Papa would be clawing his eyes out if they were indoors most the time. Almost crying at Posie when he doesn't understand the school work. For sure they would have a room dedicated for school. But imagine feeding all these people? Good thing that Iris, Kitten, Lo, and Story like to cook.

There would be a shortage off Biscoffs, and I don't know who's more upset Papa, Ellie, or Otto! Otto would be worried sick about Harry, and would try to sneak in the estate. These Drysdale's we know are HORNY, so they'll be pawning off kids to their siblings for some parent bonding. Lucy is not going to leave her dungeon. (Fun fact, CHRIS LOVES KIDS and they love him.)

Summertime will be the best. Just being outside and playing with their family. Enjoying the garden and the pool, and it just isn't as loud, in there. Like this is the Drysdale's we're talking about. Kitten would have to do a bit of Christmas in July, since she's got everyone there.

Blade and Lo would be calling Beau and Arleigh (and their sweet little one). They didn't stay at the cabin, they opted to hang out with the daddies, and LP. Beau is TERRIFIED of Curtis still.

Ellie loves that she knows for a fact, Becks isn't going anywhere. Usually jumping in his lap, or crawling all over him.

But each night when Ransom pulls his Kitten into his arm, giving you a kiss on the head, "We did all this."

"Yeah, we did baby."

"They're monsters. All of them," you only giggle, "But I love it. Those boys though...is Story about finished?"

"Nope."

"Aster and Beck having any?"

"They're talking about it," he rolls his eyes. "Blade and Lo said at least one more."

"And take from the squishy girl? She'll have to move here."

"Chris wants kids."

"No. Lucy doesn't need any kids."

"But think of how cute their little alternative babies would be," you coo up at him, getting yet another eye roll.

"You watch, she'll pop out and Iris or Story. She won't have an alternative baby, she's going to have the girliest of girls."

"Oh, hush."

"Kitten?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"I love you. I love being stuck in this old house with you and our heathens."

"Me too."

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Omg is there any way that we could see Chris and Lucy at the tattoo shop? Something where there are like a few badass looking guys in the shop and she just walks in and sits on Chris’s chair, waiting for him to come and tattoo her?

Yes, I can do that, but I'm also going to combine this with Lucy actually letting Chris know that she's the artist of his favorite tattoos that he retires after they're placed on someone.

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Gotta Finish First

Summary: Lucy gets a tattoo

Pairings: Lucy Drysdale X Chris

Rating: mild

Warnings: language, tattoos, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  600

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Lucy nearly skips into Destroyer Tattoo Shop, ready for her second session on one of her bigger pieces. She doesn’t even give the men in the front a secondly glance, just checks to see that Chris’ booth is in fact empty and walks on back. The big tatted men all lean forward to watch her prance over to the booth and sit down.

“What cha get done sweetheart? Your ears?”

“My ass,” she says rolling her neck causing the men to sneer at her.

“Darlin, you’re too pretty to be getting anything besides a cute little piercing. Your ears? Belly button?” Lucy rolls her eyes leaning back to prop her feet up. “I bet your boyfriend would like your tongue pierced.”

Chris struts into the shop giving Lucy a big smile, “Feet down.”

“Why don’t you ask him how he likes my tongue piercing,” leaning down he gives a quick kiss to her forehead. And the one man that had been really questioning her clears his throat.

“Kevin, you bothering my girlfriend?”

“Nope. She didn’t seemed bothered. Just figured she was getting her ears done.”

Chris continues to set up his station, picking up Lucy to set on the table, and she lays to the side pulling up her shirt, “She’s having her second session on her ribs. Got quite a few piercings, too. You won’t be seeing most of them. She didn’t cry like some people I know,” leaning forward he gives the piece on her ribs a quick kiss before cleaning it. Whispering only to her, “Maybe this time you won’t get so horny in the middle of it and I can finish the damn job.”

“I think you finished the job pretty well Christopher.”

Chris pops his neck giving her a little smirk, “Fucking you in the bathroom and making you walk out of that bathroom dripping with me, is not the job I was talking about,” she gives him a little shrug. “You’re trouble Morningstar.” 

"I can't help it.  You go putting your needle in me and it goes in and out of my body.  What else am I supposed to do, Christopher," her tongue traces over her teeth and she gives him a little smirk.

"Those pigs that think you're weak are sitting over there, and I haven't even fucking pricked you.  Behave you heathen," Lucy finally shuts her mouth long enough for him to turn on the machine, "Don't start," he warns her, knowing that the sound of his gun always gets her going.  His needle moves over her skin effortlessly.  Following the outline that he did last time.  Going into a zone as he creates his work of art on her body.

Focusing on the curves of her body, making the piece melt over her skin.  He'll take a quick second to look up at her, and there's only just a tiny bit of discomfort on her face, but those sounds that leak out of her mouth, almost like there's pleasure in the pain that he's pushing into her.  He wants to scold her, but even those big burly men in the front start uncomfortably switch around, while the other artists start chuckling.

"She's liking that a bit too much," one of Chris' fellow artists comments.

"Yep, that's why I always work on her after hours, huh, Morningstar?”

Lucy whimpers, and opens her honey eyes to look at him, "Uh-huh.”

"You're wanting me to kick everyone out, so I can fuck you, huh?”

"Please.”

"I gotta finish first.”

Very rarely does have an almost pleading face, but she does for just a second, and Chris laughs when she gets that cocky expression back, "You can finish in my cunt." 

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