#gonna be out of town for a while so here’s this:)

[ariestrxsh]

sub!virgin!matt x neighbor!reader

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 content warning: smut, use of vibrator (on matt), oral(m!receiving), edging, begging, mommy kink

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 summary: you bring home a new sex toy to try on matt while your mom is out of town

dividers by @/anitalenia

Me & U

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"It's crazy how I've seen your dick, but you've never even seen the inside of my house," you smirked back at Matt as he stepped through your front door for the first time. He let out a shy giggle in response. Your mom was out of town, and you were dying to show Matt the newest sex toy you'd gotten in stock at work.

He trailed behind you, his eyes glossing over the layout of your home. He scanned the family photos on your walls, the tacky 'live, laugh, love' sign your mom had hung over the dining room table, and the collection of wine bottles on display.

He followed you from the kitchen to your living room, separated by only an archway. He noted the funky color scheme, the silly built-in furniture, and the seafoam green shag rug that made him think your house hadn't been renovated since the 70s.

You looked back with a warm smile on your face as you grabbed his hand. You trotted up your carpeted staircase, leading him to your bedroom. It was rather messy, the opposite of Matt's. There were piles of clothes decorating the floor, little trinkets cluttering your dresser, and vintage posters on the wall, advertising iconic concerts that had happened - Jimi Hendrix. 1969. Madison Square Garden. $5.

Matt liked the stark differences between your personality and his. He knew you were the type of girl to help get him out of his shell, and he knew that he was the type of boy to bring some organization into your life.

His eyes wandered towards the intimidating-looking purple toy on your bed. It was still in its original packaging. "Wow, that's big," he commented, wide-eyed.

"You wanna try it?" You asked him, plopping down on your messy sheets and ripping open the package with reckless abandon. His eyes grew even wider.

"Uh, isn't that a girl sex toy?" He naively asked.

"I mean, it's marketed that way, but that doesn't mean I couldn't use it on you," you responded in a charming voice.

"I don't think it'll fit," he said in a worried tone.

"You're hilarious. It's not for internal use. It's a vibrator," you smiled at him, turning on the purple wand for a second to show him before shutting it back off.

"Men can use vibrators?" He asked, sounding a bit more relieved.

"They can. Here, let me show you," you responded, taking his hand and pulling him onto the bed. "Lay back for me," you whispered, pushing him against your headboard. His jaw fell slack as you undid the button on his jeans and gently tugged on the zipper.

Matt hesitantly lifted his hips as you pulled his pants down to his mid-thigh, followed by his underwear. Your pupils dilated as you set his cock free from the restrictive fabric. It wasn't surprising at all to you that Matt was already hard. Your eyes danced across his pink mushroom-shaped tip, the veins that traveled up his shaft, and his well-trimmed public hair.

"So sensitive," you whispered, running the point of your finger through the precum pooling at his tip. He let out another sweet little whimper while he wrinkled his nose and his forehead, slamming his eyes shut. "You're gonna love this," you raised an eye brow at him and turned the vibrating wand on.

He immediately gripped the blanket beneath him as you teased him with it, gently running it up and down his shaft. "Mmm. How's that?" You cooed to the boy beneath you as you rested the toy against his pretty, pink tip.

"I like that," he sighed, his whole body tensing up at the powerful sensation. His cockhead grew to a brighter shade of pink and swelled as more clear fluid leaked from his slit.

You gave him a devilish grin before leaning down and slurping it up for him. His jaw dropped, and a sweet moan escaped his parted lips as he involuntarily lifted his hips. He looked down at you with his dreamy, blue eyes.

"You like when I use my mouth on it?" You cooed, closing the distance again between his needy tip and your plump lips. He slowly nodded. Your eager tongue darted out, flickering over his sensitive nerve-endings and sending an electric feeling through his body.

The vibrations were so strong, you could feel them with your mouth as you gently suckled on his tip, stimulating the back of his swollen head. "Mommy," he cried out, "you're gonna make me cum."

He was already at the edge, ready to submit to the fall. You pulled off of him with a pop, running the wand along the underside of his cock and watching it twitch.

"No, sweetheart. Not yet," you denied him, giving him a malicious but still playful smile. His expression was one of immense pleasure mixed with agony as he held on for dear life.

You rested the vibrator directly against his tip again, admiring how shiny it looked coated in his arousal and your saliva. "Good boy. Just a little bit longer," you whispered, looking into his eyes as you dragged the vibrating toy up and down along the underside of his length.

You made his cockhead disappear behind your lips again, his knuckles beginning to lose color as he gripped the sheets, a testament to how well you used your mouth and your toy. No matter how desperate he became, you didn't let up.

"It's so hard to hold on, mommy," he mewled, his voice getting more shrill by the second. His eyes started rolling back, he dropped his head until it gently fell against the headboard, and his legs began to shake. "Please, please, please," he begged over and over like a puppy whining for food.

"Almost there. Good boy. You're doing such an amazing job for me," you cooed at him, soaking your underwear as you watched him reach his breaking point. You wrapped your lips back around his perfectly shaped head and pressed your tongue up against his slit.

"Mommy, can I please cum now?" He pathetically whimpered, dropping his gaze to you between his legs. You nodded, giving him the permission he craved. He finally let go.

He reached for your head, gently running his fingers through your hair, just barely too shy to pull you down further onto his cock.

His climax was powerful, sweeping him up in its current and carrying him to the finish line. He let out the prettiest sounds as he sprayed his sticky, warm fluid into your mouth. Your tongue pressed flat up against his slit created an almost sprinkler-like effect, and the pressure from it intensified his pleasure.

He writhed beneath you, flooding your tastebuds with his flavor.

You peered up into his beautiful, bedroom eyes that stared back at you. His expression was contorted by the incredible bliss he felt, his lips in an "o" shape and his eyebrows pinched together.

You shut off the toy and slurpled up the remaining liquid that pooled at his tip, and you generously licked up the bits that had escaped your mouth and began dripping down his shaft. He blushed, wiping a drop of sweat that had started to run down his forehead.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Matt curiously asked as he tried to catch his breath.

"A lot of practice," you smirked at him, releasing his cock from your grip. There was something about your experience that turned Matt on even more. He continued to stare down at you with his fucked out expression, his lips curling into a smile.

"How much practice?" He asked you.

"Enough to know what I'm doing," you teased, avoiding giving him a direct answer.

He pulled up his jeans, doing up the zipper and the button, his chest heaving and his cheeks pink and flush from the powerful orgasm you'd just given him. "Well, no more practicing with other guys who aren't me," he said with a jealous inflection in his voice.

"Of course not, Matt. I'm all yours," you whispered as you crawled onto his lap and straddled him, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

[darknight3904]

tommyxfemreader thigh riding🫦 maybe in her home in Jackson lowkey forbidden since he’s with Maria (love u queen but…)

Pretty Boy

Jackson!Tommy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Cursed to watch him from afar, you finally make a move on Tommy one day when he's stuck in your house due to a thunderstorm.

Warnings: Language, Smut 18+, Dom/swtich!reader, sub/switch Tommy, thigh riding, dirty talk, handjobs, cheating (don't do that irl.)

TLOU Masterlist

Word Count: 2.2k

I got carried away with this one, whoopsie. Went a bit off the rails, but I hope you enjoy it, anon. @xodilfluvr No pressure tag, but I think you're going to like this one.

You had a major problem. 

You couldn’t get him out of your fucking head. Tommy Miller was eating up every spare nook and cranny your brain had to offer. 

You arrived in Jackson nearly a year ago. With its quaint town and even nicer people, you were finally comfortable here at the end of the world. The issue though had started about six months ago, your first patrol run was led by none other than the ex-Firefly himself. You at first hadn’t thought much of him, probably just another guy with a big mouth and no skill to back it up. Instead, you were astounded when he brought down three infected, all head shots, from atop a large hill. Then, he’d wrapped his arms around you, repositioning your elbows in the best way to hold a gun so you didn’t get knocked on your ass by the kick back. His deep voice had your head spinning as you tried to focus on what he was saying about aiming right. 

Since then, you’d become a woman obsessed. But truly it wasn't your fault, Tommy Miller was just really fucking pretty, a pretty boy if you will. Dark curls and big brown eyes to go with, god, he was gorgeous, who could blame you for being so interested?

Now, most people would bite the bullet, ask their crush out instead of pining like some teenage girl, and you would, you really would, except there was one issue. Tommy Miller was a taken man. 

Maria had scooped him up a few months back, right when you realized your feelings, too. How convenient. You had no interest in being a homewrecker, but admiring never hurt anyone, right? You could look all you wanted, just not touch. Kind of like a fancy museum, Tommy was the artwork and you were the observer, content with staring and imaging what that piece might look like above you each night, sweaty and with loud moans coming out of his pretty- 

“You alright?” 

“Oh, yeah, m’ fine.” You say 

The loud sound of rain beating down on the twenty-something-year-old roof had you nervous, hopefully, it wouldn’t cave in tonight while you slept. The storm had come out of nowhere. One minute, you and Tommy were standing in your kitchen; he had swung by to tell you that the patrol shift was changing since Eugene had pulled a muscle in his back, the next, it was raining like a fucking monsoon was coming through Jackson. 

“Damn it.” Tommy curses as he stares out the window over your kitchen sink, “M’ gonna get drenched going out there.” 

“You could just stay here,” You blurt out, “Just till the storm blows over.” 

Tommy looks at you, obviously weighing his options: go outside, get drenched, and probably end up sick since it was a twenty-minute walk between your place and his, or sit down and just wait it out.

“Alright, fine, better than getting soaked to hell.” He grumbles 

Tommy had been in a sour mood all week, you had picked up on it after he hadn’t had his usual pizzaz during your Thursday shift with him down in the greenhouse. You motioned for him to sit down on the couch, handing him a glass of brandy. 

“Where the hell did you get this?” He sniffs the glass

“It’s a secret.” You smile, sitting across from him in the big armchair you loved, “You look like you need to relax, figured it’d help a bit.” 

Tommy sighs, sipping the amber liquid, his adams apple bobbing as he does, you squirm in your seat, fuck you hadn’t been alone with him like this since well…ever. 

“Yeah, it’s been a long couple of weeks. Maria’s been busy, council shit new buidlings and then that roof that caved in on Leona’s house.” Tommy sighs, “Haven’t seen much of each other.” 

You hum in acknowledgement, feeling sorry for how lonely he must’ve been. 

“Sorry, you don’t wanna hear my shit.” Tommy gives you a small smile 

“No!” You counter, “I like hearing you talk.” 

“Is that so?” 

True to your request, Tommy talks to you. As he sips at his drink you refill it twice, loosening him up a bit as you pour yourself some listening to him talk about how he found some fancy new scope for his gun. 

“You wanna watch a movie?” You ask 

“Tired of listening to me, sweetheart?” He smiles, a faint blush on his skin from the drink 

“Nah, just got something I think you might like,” You grin, waving a DVD case that reads Alien on it, “It’s the directors cut.” 

“Well, shit, pop it in.” Tommy grins 

The movie hazily plays in the background as you sit beside Tommy on the sofa a single throw pillow separating the two of you as he rests his arm on it. You’re too focusied on the man beside you to take any note of whatever the hell Ripley was doing on screen. You’re too focused on the way Tommy’s thighs shift every few minutes the muscles straining against the tight denim of his dark blue jeans. 

Without thinking about it, you reach out running a delicate hand up his thigh, brushing the fabric of the pocket before he jumps back. 

“What the hell’er you doin’?” His loud voice bounces off the wall

“Shit, sorry!” You fumble, jumping back as if he’s burned you, tears whelling in your eyes. You hadn’t expected him to be so well repulsed by you “I didn’t mean to, fuck.” 

Tommy eyes you, the flickering screen illuminating him for a second. His eyes scan over your figure, probably thinking you were some pathetic loser, crying cuz’ he raised his voice for second. 

“Sorry, you just uh scared me.” Tommy doubles back, “Didn’t mean to make ya cry, sweetheart.” 

Tommy’s next move has you shocked, he inches closer to you, a big hand cradles your face as he wipes a few stray tears that have escaped your burning waterline. He lets out a low hum, one that spreads warmth across your stomach and down to your lower belly.

“Pretty.” He softly whispers like it’s a secret no one can know, if only he knew you thought the same about him.

You nuzzle into his touch, elated to finally feel his hands on your bare skin again. You never want to leave this moment. 

Tommy pulls back abruptly, hands falling down, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have…I should leave, got shit to do at home, theres this leaky faucet and the basement door is broken.” 

He’s rambling still as you place a small hand on his chest, keeping him on the sofa beside you. You grab the remote, muting the TV and switching it off, you’ll pop the disc out later on. The alcohol has you bolder than ever as you push him back down when he goes to stand. Your legs straddle his hips, using your weight to keep him right where you want him. 

“But it’s still raining.” You whisper, leaning in so your nose brushes his 

Under you, you can feel something hard beginning to form, his cock twitching against you as you slowly begin to shift a bit, pretending like you don’t know what you’re doing. Tommy’s hands rest on your hips, his eyes fluttering shut, a soft fuck leaving his lips as you move. 

“Darlin’ this isn’t…I’m…Maria and I…” 

You push a finger to his lips, “Shhh…It’s alright.” 

You push yourself off his lap, knees hitting the soft carpet as you pull the zipper of his jeans down, the pretty sight of his green and blue boxers greeting you, “You’ve been so stressed, Tommy, let me take care of it.”  

You push the band of his underwear down, his hard cock springing up from the fabric, it’s drooling head leaking as your eyes widen. You expected him to be big, just not this big. 

You’ve only pressed a kiss to the pink tip of it before Tommy is hauling you back up into his lap, settling you on one of his thighs. 

“What’re you doing?” You ask 

“I wanna watch you.” He mumbles, skin flushed as he stares at you, fingertips tugging at your shirt 

A coy smile lines your face, you hold all the cards now, he was yours. You free yourself from your shirt, unclipping your bra as you go and then you stand only for a second to wiggle your pants off. Your hands have just hooked under your panties when he stops you. 

“Keep 'em on.” A  deeper blush paints his pretty face, “Wanna watch you with them on.” 

You smile, pressing your lips to his as you settle back on his thigh, cunt weeping when you feel it flex under you. 

“What do you want me to do, cowboy?” You softly whisper into his ear, teeth nipping the sensitive skin there., "Hmm? Gonna ask me? Y'look so damn pretty like this, mmm pretty boy."

“Fuck…” Tommy whispers voice just barely there after all your compliments, “Ride my thigh, baby, get yourself off on me.” 

You softly hum, “What do we say? Gotta ask nicely, pretty boy.” 

Tommy’s eyes scan your face, he clearly isn’t used to be treated like this for just a split second you think you’ve over stepped but then he’s opening his mouth again, falling into your hands. 

“Please.” He softly asks 

You press a kiss to his cheek and then to the tip of his nose, “Good job.” You mumble. 

You’re not sure what’s come over you tonight, you could blame it on the brandy, the alcohol is the reason you’re dominating your crush of a whole year, the same man who was in a relationship with the literal laader of your town. Perhaps it’s just the result of buried feelings, all you know is that this feels good, and it seems like you’re not the only one. 

Each roll of your hips along his thigh has Tommy’s lips falling with a groan as his cock weeps for you. A loud moan leaves your lips when the muscle beneath you flexes, Tommy’s deep voice fills your ears. 

“Fuck you’re pretty like this. Christ, always knew you’d look good ontop of me.” 

Your head spins. Tommy Fucking Miller had just admitted to having sexual fantasies of you. You hips roll more argressively against him, the cotton of your panties is soaked, proably seeping into his jeans as you get yourself off on his thigh. 

“T-Touch me, touch me please.” He mumbles, hips jumping up towards your hand when one lands on his belly 

“You sure?” You mumble a smirk on your lips, “Thought you were a taken man, what we’re doin’ right now is certainly forbidden.”

Tommy’s head falls back onto the couch when your run a finger over the slit of his cock, a fucking whimper leaving his lips. 

“Fuck, I don’t care.” He groans, eyes squeezed shut 

“Look at me.” You say, you’re not going to miss one second of this 

The thick muscle of his leg presses up to your clothed clit and you bite your lip, Tommy’s deep brown eyes meet yours and you feel a bit sorry for him. 

Your hand wraps around his cock, pumping him at the same pace your hips roll into him. He groans your name loudly as you twist your wrist. 

“Baby, fuck…” Tommy’s forehead glistens with sweat as you press a warm kiss to his neck, nipping at his skin, “M’ not gonna last.” 

“Go on.” You smile, “Cum for me, I don’t mind.” 

“Not til you get yours.” He affirms, his stomach tightening as you steady yourself by placing a hand on his shoulder 

Big hands find your soft chest, thumbs flicking at your nipples as you try to keep your cool, wanting to maintain your dominance over him. 

“You gonna cum? Gonna cum all over my fucking thigh?” Tommy grins, your hand still pumping him, “Yeah, you are, it’s like you’re in heat, girl. Knew you wanted me, always starin’ like I’m some piece of meat you wanna strap down on your bed.” 

“T-Tommy!” If he keeps this up, you’re going to lose it 

"It's alright, I'd let ya." He laughs, "Yeahhh that's it, she's crying all over my fucking jeans, gonna havta' wash em' real good tonight."

A loud moan leaves your lips, your brain is blank as he talks to you, your climax is so close.

“Go ahead, pretty girl, cum on me,” His southern drawl fills your ears, “M’ all yours now, go ahead, stake your claim.” 

Another roll of your hips and he roughly gropes your sensitive chest and you’re gone, wetness spilling into your ruined panties and his pants as Tommy groans into your ear. Warm cum spurts over your hand as he reaches his end, chest heaving as your his stutter into his thigh. 

You bury your face in his neck, not wanting him to leave you again. The storm outside has stopped; you can tell by the way the sunlight has started to stream back through the windows. 

“You alright?” Tommy whispers into the still air 

“Fine.” You say, looking at him as he stares back 

Tommy glances around, eyes scanning your nearly nude form, his ruined jeans, the discarded pile of your clothes, his softening cock and your hand covered in his spunk. 

“Fuck.” He groans 

You knew it, He regretted it, that line about him being yours wasn’t real. You’d fucked up majorly and lost a friend, god you were so fucking stupid sometimes. You go to stand, legs a weakened mess as you stumble. Before you can get far though, Tommy pulls you back down into his warm body. 

“Where the hell are you goin’?” Tommy asks, “You’re stayin’ here with me. I’ll get you water in a minute, then we can go shower.” 

Water? Shower? With him? What the hell was he thinking? Didn't he need to get home to his girlfriend and the broken basement door?

As if he’s a mind reader, Tommy presses a kiss to your lips, “ Don’t gotta worry about Maria anymore, I’m all yours now, baby.”

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This is the product of listening to Sabrina Carpenter while writing. I think it turned out nicely :)

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[wendichester]

Could you maybe write an older!sister reader please ?

⋆.˚ not on my watch,

summary. your boys are always looking for trouble and you always come to the rescue.

pairing. sam + dean winchester x older sis!reader genre. fluffy angst

wordcount. 675

notes / warnings. mentions of blood, typical older sister overprotective behavior, taking care of those two idiots.

You don’t knock. You don’t wait. You storm into the motel room with blood on your jeans and hell in your eyes.

Dean’s on the bed, holding a dish towel to a gash in his side, and Sam’s trying to get the first aid kit open with trembling hands. They both freeze when they see you.

“You didn’t answer your damn phones.”

Dean winces. “Battery died.”

“Mine too,” Sam mumbles.

You slam the door behind you. “I thought you were dead.”

Dean grins — the cocky, busted-up kind that means “please don’t yell at me while I’m actively bleeding out.”

“We’ve been worse,” he says, voice tight.

You ignore him.

You cross the room in two strides, shoving Sam out of the way so you can kneel in front of Dean. You grab the bloody towel without asking.

He hisses. “Ow—ow, shit.”

“Good.”

“You gonna kiss it better too, or just beat me senseless?”

“Depends if you shut up.”

He does shut up.

You work in silence for a beat. Wipe the blood. Clean the gash. It’s not deep, but it’s angry. Red and raw and exactly the kind of thing Dean likes to walk off like it won’t get infected if someone doesn’t step in and care.

“I told you not to take that job without me.”

Dean shrugs. “It was routine. Salt and burn.”

“Then why did I get a call from Bobby saying a banshee tore through town like a goddamn blender?”

Dean tries to look guilty. Fails. “...The bones were buried under an old bar. Complicated.”

You exhale through your nose. Hands shaking slightly now. You press the gauze in too hard and he winces again, but doesn’t complain.

“You scared the hell out of me,” you whisper.

He doesn’t respond. Sam, still standing awkwardly nearby, clears his throat.

“I told him we should wait.”

“Thanks, Sammy.” You glance up at him. His cheek’s bruised. His lip’s split. “You okay?”

He nods. “I’m fine.”

“You’re limping.”

“I’m fine.”

You press a hand to his arm, then return to Dean.

“God, you’re idiots.”

Dean chuckles. “That’s the family motto.”

You tape the gauze in place and finally sit back on your heels. Stare at them both. Filthy. Bruised. Alive.

Barely.

“You can’t keep doing this.”

Dean sighs. “We’ve been hunting since—”

“I know how long we’ve been hunting.” Your voice wavers. “But I was supposed to keep you safe. And every time I get a call like that, I think—this is it. This is when I lose one of you.”

Sam’s already crying. Quiet, like he always does. He sniffles, brushing a hand under his nose.

Dean swallows hard, eyes glassy.

“Hey,” you say softly. “You’re my boys. I don’t care how grown you are. You’re still mine. And if I have to chain you to the Impala just to keep you from getting yourselves killed, I will.”

Dean smirks, voice hoarse. “Kinky.”

You smack his shoulder — gently. He flinches anyway.

You sigh, standing.

“Okay,” you say. “Shirts off.”

Sam blinks. “What?”

“You’re both cut up. I’m cleaning it.”

“I can do mine,” he mutters.

You raise a brow.

He groans and starts peeling off his flannel.

Dean lays back with a grunt. You pull up a chair and get to work on them both. Stitch here. Bandage there. You work like you always have — careful but fast, like you were born to mend boys built for war.

They stay quiet.

Until Dean says, “Y’know, we never really said it.”

You pause. “Said what?”

“That we wouldn’t have made it without you.”

Sam looks over at him, then nods. “We wouldn’t.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Shut up and let me save your dumb lives again.”

But your throat’s tight. Your hands tremble just a little more.

And when they’re finally patched and passed out on opposite beds, snoring like lumberjacks, you sit between them and watch. Just to make sure they’re still breathing.

Just to be sure they made it back.

Just to remind yourself: they’re still yours.

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[lunajay33]

Secret

•🧸🧺🤎•

Summary: The crew needs a hide away and in desperate circumstances happy brings them somewhere they’ve never been, where Happys been hiding a huge secret

Pairing: Happy Lowman x f!reader

•Masterlist•

The club was in trouble needing to hide away from the Mayans, they were getting too brazen and staying at the club house would only make everyone a target in one place and they could risk that, sitting in Jax’s living room everyone’s stressed about what’s going to happen, where they’ll go that the Mayans don’t already know about

“We can’t stay in any of our homes, everyone knows where we live they’ve made that clear” Tigs states

“Then where the hell are we suppose to go?” Jax shouts, always a hot head

Happy stands in the corner with an internal battle, between helping his club or risking putting the secret he’s worked so hard to keep it that…..a secret

But the more he realizes there’s no other option he’s the only one with a place safe for this family

“I have a place” he says breaking through the fighting and everyone turns to him

“Where?” Chibs asks

“Everyone has to go in the two vans, can’t draw attention with the bikes, you’ll follow me and no one will speak a word of this place understood” everyone was shocked, happy wasn’t one for many words and the anger in his words they realized this must be serious so the agree and piles into the two vans, driving for a while through the town until they reach the outskirts of town pulling up to a nice little house, cozy and quaint, the opposite of Happy

“Where the hell are we man” Jax asks making happy turn to him with a glare

“Wait here” he jumps out and doesn’t stop to knock just walks in, leaving everyone in both vans utterly confused for about ten minutes till happy comes out the door waving everyone in

“What the hell are we walking into” Bobby says to the guys as they walk up the stairs into the house

“Shoes off” happy grunts with his arms crossed

“Seriously?” Juice adds and one look from happy has them all kicking their boots off at the door, they all look around, brown walls with decor that didn’t really match the way Happy showed himself to them

“So are we gonna be kept in the dark forever or are you gonna tell us what this place is” Tigs says

“I’ll tell you but none of you can say a word about this place when we leave, and what you see” from around the corner comes a beautiful woman, in a long sun dress that flowed around her showing off her big baby bump

Holding a plate of brownies she smiles laying them on the coffee table as the guys stand stunned when she comes to stand next to Happy, this man they’ve known to exude danger and darkness, a contrast to the happy glow she had around her

“It’s nice to finally meet you all, happy talks a lot about you guys” happy smirks wrapping his arm around her waist resting his hand on her bump

“Everyone this is y/n my wife”

“Wife? And we weren’t invited?” Tigs says absolutely stunned

“Since when? We didn’t even know about her” Jax added

“7 years!” She says lifting her hand showing her subtle but beautiful wedding ring, matching the gold ring on Happys hand just not big and manly like his

“Shite I don’t know what to say” Chibs adds as everyone sits around in the living room, happy taking his usual spot in the recliner with her in his lap, everyone not being able to take their eyes off her

“She’s beautiful isn’t she” happy smirks feeling lucky he got to her first

“Got that right, and you have a baby on the way” juice asks

“Yup any day now, Harley and Crue are antsy to meet her” she smiled as she rubs her bump

“And they are?” At the question a little boy and girl aged 5 comes running from the back door giggling and when they see all the strange men sitting in their home they’re confused and a bit nervous

Harley turns to her twin brother and wraps her arms around him and he protectively holds her close

Y/n gets up and kneels infront of them

“These are daddy’s friends they’re going to be staying her for a while, they may look scary but they’re very nice okay! Now go welcome daddy home” they visibly relax when she mentions their dad and they nod and run over jumping on his lap

Crue looked just like Happy but with brown wavy hair, Harley had his eyes

“These are our twins!” Y/n says as she sits in the arm rest

“We missed you daddy” Harley giggles when happy tickles her tummy

“Missed you too Angel, was your brother chasing you around again?” Crue laughs giving Harley a look at they’re off running and screaming through the hallways going to play in their room

“Shit man you sure can keep a secret” Bobby says

“They’re beautiful lassy” Chibs says to her and she smiles

“Why didn’t you tell us Hap? We’re your family”

“Exactly, the shit we’re a part of can’t risk bringing that home, you’ve seen what’s happened to Tara and the boys, even you Chibs, I can’t risk the woman I love, the three innocent children I have”

She runs her hand over his cheek gently looking into his hypnotizing eyes

“We get it brother”

“It doesn’t bother you, being kept a secret?” Juice asks her

“Not so much, of course with how much my dear husband talks about you guys I’ve wanted to meet the crew but I also want my children safe and as long as I have him I don’t care that we’re his little secret” she smirks when happy pulls her into a kiss

“It’s weird seeing him like this, completely whipped and domestic” tigs adds making happy groan

“Trust me he shows me his crazy side” she says making the guys burst out laughing

“You’re a lucky man Happy”

“Very” he says looking at her like she’s his whole world because in all aspects she is

•

Taglist: @mamawiggers1980

[lunar-inkclipse]

I be getting ideas sometimes. Good ones? Let's not get too hasty now

Basically, I've been getting back into Gravity Falls, got inspired by this drawing by @snozzlefrog, and the fact that all my AUs have made Irratino Just Some Guy, while Logico gets to be something cool, I present to you another franken crossover Gravity Falls x Murdle AU that held me at gunpoint until I drew this despite the fact I need to be awake and active tomorrow lol

I'm gonna be so honest. I have like three vibes I'm structuring this off of. Those vibes are the idea that Logico (Logico Pines? what do we call him i gotta keep my AUs straight) has been called to investigate a series of strange happenings in the town of Gravity Falls, or he's here to prove it's nothing paranormal at all. Irratino (Irratino Cipher? Super Spooky Secretino?) is very interested in Logico, drawn to how strictly he adheres to rationality. In Irratino's universe, illogicality reigns supreme and Logico just doesn't abide by that, or even acknowledge it? Fascinating. (Logico, even upon being confronted with Irratino, chalks it up to theoretical physics things that can be explained away perfectly logically.)

Another vibe I'm basing this off is that Irratino really is a force to be reckoned with. Like in @lilythelitten's headcanons, he's gotta be intense enough to handle the murderous employees somehow :P. Also he's gone to great lengths to fake his death, committed a murder while pretending to be dead, burned a slaughterhouse down and got away with it, a whole host of other things- He's uh. A little scary out of context.

And the last vibe I have are that the Institute cast is Irratino's gang of interdimensional criminals he calls friends. (Look. there's a guy that's just teeth in GF. We have Seashell in the Institute. Y'all see the vision). Is Irratino's true form a talking triangle? Does he want to ring in the end of the world? What's his dynamic with Logico compared to Bill and Stanfords? How does Irratino's mom lore compare to Bill's home dimension lore? How many fingers does this Logico have, actually? Great questions!

[returnofeternity]

how do u think the yjs would be with a stone top reader? the cogs are turning,,,,

lottie: she's a verse so she loves it ;b she loves being the one getting taken care of instead of caring for others. wants to touch you sometimes just to show you how much she loves you but respects your wishes of not wanting to receive or be touched at all :) she shows it in other ways that are perfectly fine. it makes her go crazy how affected you get just by pleasing her though. times where you have to keep adjusting your strap because you're so soaked down there that it keeps slipping....umpf she's head over heels.

taissa: femme!top.... it still works though. she's not gonna complain at all !! there's a little back and forth with it that you guys have fun with, but she's always giving herself to you. you just love ruining her... hearing her gasps as you eat her out, feeling her nails scratch your back as you pound into her... it's music to your ears. you love giving!!! honestly, you whine and beg for her to tell you what she wants just so you can give it to her. shutting her down when she asks to give you head, shoving your fingers in her hole and fucking her until she remembers that you're only here to take care of her. you think you love the aftercare with tai the most though. kissing her bite marks on her thighs, telling her how good she was for you, wiping her clean and then cuddling after..

van: this is a pillow princess butch if i've ever seen one... just lie her down and go to town. thinking about stone top!reader that only fucks while wearing their clothes and van who likes to see the big wet spot she made on your pants after she squirted on you <3 talking van through it because she's so vocal and you love that.. always telling her to moan louder so you know that you're making her feel good, always groaning into her pussy because you get to please her and because she tastes amazing.

nat: loves your praises and being taken care of so much. stone top!reader who is horrible at edging nat because they just wanna see her orgasm :/ feeling her throb around your tongue and your plans of making her beg for you are thrown out the window because you want to give her more, more, more! she's so touch-starved that simple touching, just running your hands up her arm or thigh, has her shaking, which makes you drip with wetness. always whispering, "give it to me, natalie." when you can tell she's close, always looking at her too because you wanna see how it breaks as she cums all over your fingers.

shauna: she's a problem. like tai, she's a top and there's a lil back and forth, but she secretly loves being worshipped and taken care of.... just needs someone who can handle her and give her what she wants. honestly....i could see shauna as a stone top too maybe.... blowing her back out while you get off to her whines and how she's giving up her power to you, so gentle but so rough with her, panting into her ear and whispering dirty things, licking over the bites on her neck to soothe them... shauna who's a toucher so you have to tie her wrists sometimes... or keep them pinned to her sides as you eat her out..

[erwinsvow]

I need a background on wifey and pope like how they met everyone's reaction to her and stuff 😭

I yearn for them

i am SOOOOO happy you asked about this because i honestly have a million ideas and i'd love to know what you think would be the best one to use whenever i finally start writing them. my favorite trope ever is sweetheart girlfriend with the boy no one expects her to be with so i went a little berserk thinking about them. i am yearning so much i'm so glad to yearn with you. same as last time, read more since this is looong

okay SO, at first i thought maybe they meet during a job?? like if anyone has ever seen the town, when they kidnap the one teller and then let her go and ben affleck's character falls for her? like if they're taking two get away cars and wifey would just be a patron at the bank (i picture her as a nurse!) and when the storm the place and have to pick a hostage, he picked her. sometimes when i think of these things i try to imagine it like a scene from a movie, so she would be staring up at him with like wet teary eyes while he holds a gun to her head. i imagine the others would be in the vault getting the money and pope would immediately be so disarmed and lower the gun away from her because she'd be saying "please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me" and he'd go "i'm not gonna hurt you." and maybe if someone in the bank got hurt wifey would plead with pope to let her go help him, saying how she's a nurse and he might bleed out. the others would just try to keep the hostage until they get out safely but i think pope would let her help the person and she would say thank you to the literal man holding her hostage because she's a sweetheart and he'd just stand there like ? he has a mask on but she would keep looking back up at him, even when the others pour back into the room and they all have weapons so it's not like she's only worried about him.

well anyways.. i think a few weeks later, they don't hear anything about anyone dying, so the guy must have lived. and you're a nurse, so pope does pope things and becomes a little obsessed. tracks down your hospital, finds your shift. goes in with a cut on his hand and lets people get taken back before him until you come out to get him. i think he'd try and fail to be subtle, while you're bandaging his hand he asks you something like "is that guy okay?" and you'd be confused but laugh, he's a little strange but cute and generally polite so far, besides the staring. you've dealt with way worse. "what guy?" "the guy from the bank." BUUUUT here's my thing. i don't think she'd get up and call security and be scared. i think she'd know exactly who this is. so you nod, and pope's hand would tighten around your wrist, and he tells you again that he's not gonna hurt you. he just wanted to make sure that guy was okay. and then maybe he'd ask if you're okay. and i think the conversation would go something like you telling pope that he saved that man's life, and pope would say that you saved his life, and you say that if he hadn't let you help him, he would be dead. so it was both of you. and i just think that it would be the first time pope would have heard that kind of sentiment.

so you tell him to come back if the wound gets red or swollen or painful. he nods and listens to your every word like he doesn't know how to take care of cuts. and then later that week, there's a black truck outside your apartment. maybe you work weird hours, live in a bad area.. he would think himself responsible for making sure you get from the hospital to your house safely. i mean can anyone on this blog say that if pope was checking in on you like this that you wouldn't fall for him? because that is exactly what sweetheart wifey reader does, she thinks it's sweet and she thinks he's nice and she's willing to overlook the whole armed robbery hostage thing. one day he's lurking outside and then your front door opens, and you run up to his window and tap on the glass carefully.

"are you hungry? i made dinner, if you want to come up."

okay so that is one theory. another one i like is that you're in some kind of a public place and there's something going on, like someone is pulling a job or there's a shooting and you just get covered and held down until it's over and when you look up it's pope who saved you. and not for any real reason that he knows what to do in this situation and you didn't, maybe he just happened to be standing next to you. so obviously wifey would be so thankful and enamoured, like i can't remember what it's called, like when you start liking someone because they saved you? like transference. so they would start seeing each other and wifey would have such a great view of him for saving her like she would have never realized that she should maybe be scared. and also pre-prison pope, i mean we don't actually know what he was like, but my best guess is a little less hardened, maybe a tiny bit softer? and i like this idea since she would have seen the good before the bad, kind of concedes on all the rest as she finds it out since she knows how good he is. i can also imagine a really intense moment would be when he comes home to her after some job and he's covered in bruises and has like five grand in a bag and she's just like andrew? and i think he would maybe open up but in his own way, like "my family and i do bad things. are you sure you still want me here?"

also MEETING THEM!!!!! pope gets shot on a job and it's one of those where they need help but not, like, tijuana help, and craig's genius idea is like kidnap a doctor leaving the hospital but pope just hands him his phone and says to call the first number on speed dial- ohh can you imagine when wifey shows up with her little supplies and trembling head to toe because her bf is hurt!!! and she's meeting his whole family but she can't worry about that until she stops the bleeding. she gives the vibe of like making pope take a couple of shots of tequila to help the pain and then taking one herself so her hands stop shaking. and then when he's patched up they'd hug and the others would stare at each other like o_o i'm very silly unfortunately i thrive on imagining things in my head until a lovely person on this blog asks me to elaborate and then i go crazy. but wait! there's more!

baz would be concerned about how much you know. do you know about previous jobs? do you know what they do to launder the money? does he give you any money? and i think pope would be so mad at this line of questioning, like you're secretly an informant or something. i think deran would just be confused, but starts piecing things together, like how pope's been more stable, maybe works at a car place in his free time and doesn't freak out (they mentioned this in season four i think). that would be because he wants wifey to be able to say that her bf has a steady job. idk i think it's cute. craig would probably try to hit on her and after realizing that wifey is uninterested, he would think that you two must be really serious. like i appreciated how perceptive craig is in s4 of pope, i think that might hold true back then too. he'd be confused why someone like wifey is dating him but then again they all are. (because its my favorite trope! i see that anyone who is still reading this far down can sense that.)

i talked about wifey and smurf. obviously smurf would host a family dinner and tell pope that he has to invite his new friend. doesn't say girlfriend, which irritates pope, but he complies. wifey shows up in a cute sundress, with dessert, and a bottle of wine because she doesn't want to be seen as rude for coming empty-handed. sits next to pope, holds his hand under the table. he squeezes your hand while you get questioned but you don't mind, you'd do it for him. i think smurf just assumes it's not gonna last because you seem shy and easily scared, but she doesn't actually know what you and pope have, so. again, i'll leave whatever issues wifey reader has up to the reader to decide. but whatever they may be, she finds it very healing and safe to be with pope, and so in whatever way she is fixing him, he is fixing her too. that's what i think the others don't get.

okay, if you read this far, wow, thank you and i love you. i hope this made sense. if you were imagining something else please let me know i would love to (clearly) talk about it <3

[dreamingofaizawa]

Violent Tendencies - Please

Sheriff! John Price x AFAB! Fem! Reader

~Small Town AU~ (John's POV)

***This piece contains mature content. If you're not 18 or older, make yourself scarce***

Warnings: Anxiety/anxious behavior, hints at paranoia(?), John being a horndog again, mentions of sex and sexual acts, descriptions of sexual acts, John being a cheeky bastard (I love him tho ;-;), John being a lovesick puppy, menstrual cycles, dirty talk, blood kink (oh yeah baby), mentions of fingering and oral sex, setup for period sex

Word Count: 3.1k

Author's Note: Welp. Didn't plan on this but here we are! No, I seriously did not intend to have two different parts specifically for a blood kink. I don't know what's possessed me. Sorry for blueballing y'all btw next part is gonna be ALL smut I promise. Also, IDGAF if he's OOC. Y'all can pry him out of my cold, dead hands.

Series Masterlist

Part One Here - Part Eleven

Enjoy~

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He wakes from slumber at the sound of his phone ringing. He knows it’s you by the ringtone, something he’d kept different just so he knew you were calling. He’s groggy, still waking up, but there’s a tingle at the back of his skull that worries why you’re calling from work so late.

“Tempest.” 

“J-john?” You’re crying. He’s up in a heartbeat, ready to bolt from the house to come straight to you.

“What is it, baby? What happened?” You must hear the panic in his voice, because your reply is frantic.

“Nothing! Nothing happened, I promise I’m okay. I just missed you.” His heart’s frenzied, but he starts to calm. This is one of those nights you were talking about. The ones where your anxiety is getting the best of you, and you panic at the mere thought that he could be in danger. After your first admittance that you feared for his life, he noticed more. More doting, more holding, more looking to make sure he was there. You’re nervous, even after the wedding. The two of you have had several conversations about it, trying to work through just why you were so terrified of losing him. The last conversation you had he made you promise to call him, no matter what, even if it was just to hear him breathe over the speaker.

“Miss you too, baby. How’s work?” He lies back down once his heart rate returns to normal, putting the call on speaker as he nestles into the pillow. 

“Boring, like always. The grease on the stove was extra stubborn today.” His eyelids are heavy, and he’s already drifting as he listens to you drone on about what you’ve done at work so far. He doesn’t know when he fell asleep fully, but there’s a weight settling into his side and he can smell you before he fully realizes you’re home. He’s still out of it, but he can feel your hands roaming over his body, checking him over.

It’s a process that becomes familiar, after a while. At least once a week you’ll call in the middle of your shift just to hear him. Every time, you babble on about something and he falls asleep to the sound of your voice. Every time, without fail, you’ll crawl into bed beside him after coming home and ghost your hands over his body, feel his heart beating, feel his chest rising and falling. It’s a ritual that calms you, soothes your anxieties. Eventually, if it gets too serious, he’ll have you talk to your therapist. For now, he’ll just let your voice lull him into the throes of slumber over the phone.

He’d checked once how long the calls lasted, and when he realized they went on for hours at a time, he knew you’d just listen to him snore away on the other end. He falls asleep so easily listening to you, there’s no way he’s actually awake for those long hours. If hearing him snore like a goddamn chainsaw helps, then he’s content doing just that. Hell, he’d find a way to snore louder if it kept you from spiraling. 

The calls do become less frequent, though. It takes a couple months, but you calm significantly. You don’t need to obsess over him when you come home, content just curling into his side with a sweet kiss. You still cling to him like a koala. 

He’s not complaining at all. 

He loves the way you latch onto him, really. It’s a little selfish, if he’s being honest, constantly wanting to feel you up against him. Too many times he’s gotten hard in his sweats when you come up and wrap your arms around him, face in his chest, leaving a sweet kiss to his pec over his heart and staring up at him with those big watery eyes. Or when you’re lacing your hand in his and that silver band on your finger glints, the blue stone shining against your skin, a stark reminder that you’re his and he’s yours. Sex is a little more common because of it.

He’ll pin you to the bed at least twice a day, before and after your weekday shifts, and weekends are spent going until one of you gets hungry or passes the fuck out. He can’t help the way his grins, cheeky and satisfied, when you try to get up to pee but your legs wobble beneath you so bad you just flop back onto the bed. He knows how much of a little shit he’s being when he laughs as he’s carrying you princess-style to go piss. You’re always slapping at his chest when he does it, miffed about the whole thing. 

“Fucking can it, Price. It’s not my fault you’re a damn horndog all the fucking time. You’re the one who made my legs useless, now shut up and carry me damnit.” You’re not really mad though, he can tell, because every time you say it you’re fighting a smile. 

“Oh it’s Price now, huh?” You pout when he goads you, do your business while he takes the dirty sheets off the bed. He’s surprised you can make it to the sink in your state, but then he turns and sees you wince while you try to stretch your legs out and it tugs at his heartstrings. He’s feeling a little sore himself, but definitely nowhere near what you’re probably suffering through. It’s so easy to come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, easier still to kiss your shoulder and neck and hum into your ear.

“Pretty woman. Want me to kiss it all better, baby?” He grins, a little stupidly, when you roll your eyes. You’re fighting a smirk.

“Save it for someone who cares, Price.” Now it’s his turn to pout.

“You’re my wife, Tempest. You’re supposed to care.” You soften. You always do when he calls you his wife. It’s a little soft spot you have for him, as if you’re not already soft no matter what when it comes to him.

“I know, love. I’m just a little sore. Gotta give me a break or I’m gonna break, John.” Your cheek is soft beneath his lips, and he adores the way you lean into him.

“I know, my wife. How does a bath sound?” You melt a little further into him, and if he had a little less self control he’d roll around in bed with you again.

“Sounds nice.” 

You do love your baths, he learns. Hot, steamy baths with nice smelling soaps and some soft music. You’ve dragged him in and he can’t say he hates them. He’s just always shocked by how hot the water is. It’s boiling. Does wonders for the aching muscles though, and his back always feels better afterwards. 

He also knows you love your baths when you’re on your period.

You never let him in those baths though.

“Fuckin’ hate being a woman.” It’s groaned out as you pull your knees to your chest in the tub. He can see you from his spot on the bed, some nature documentary droning on the old tv you’ve got in the bedroom that you rarely ever use. He chuckles at the statement, which gets your gaze on him. The glare you shoot him lacks heat, but you’re definitely miffed. And definitely in pain. The hot water seems to be helping marginally, and the ibuprofen you’d downed is probably just now kicking in.

“Sorry baby, it was a little funny.” You raise your eyebrow at him, the cutest little challenge in your eyes. He loves when you get testy, though he knows he really shouldn’t. He doesn’t push your buttons, not wanting to genuinely distress you when your hormones are out of whack and you can’t control how you feel about things. 

“Funny how?” He smiles at you in hopes it’ll disarm you, hopes you’ll relax and be a little less defensive and tense. You don’t need that right now, don’t need the stress from something so little. 

“Cause you don’t really hate being a woman.” He can see you relax into the water, body releasing some tension. A cramp must have subsided.

“Sure. But right now I’m suffering.” He laughs again at the very clearly exaggerated dramatics in your tone, and this time you laugh with him. He’d kill to hear that laugh more often.

“You’re so beautiful, Tempest.” All you do is smile and stare at him while he stares at you. He can never get enough of you. 

“You’re quite the looker yourself, handsome. Wanna come here and give your wife a kiss?” Of course he does. He’s by your side in an instant, holding your face gently and kissing you like you were his only source of oxygen. He loves you so much. He wants to feel you, wants to hold you and touch you so bad. You blanch when he starts to strip down to his skin. “John, what did I say about my period baths?” He groans, a bit dramatic really, but keeps stripping.

“Can’t a husband hold his wife in the bath?” 

“It’s gross! There’s probably little blood clots floating around in the water beneath all these bubbles.” He raises an eyebrow at you, standing to the side as you stare up at him. You’re pointedly ignoring the way his cock twitches to life.

“You’re sitting in that ‘gross blood clot water’ why can’t I? Besides, it’s not like we haven’t dealt with blood before.” You huff at him.

“This is different.” He pouts at you, kneeling on the cold tile and leaning his forehead on yours.

“I just want to hold you, my pretty wife. I don’t care about the blood. Just need to be close to you.” You soften at that. He knows he’s being greedy, knows he’s being selfish, but he can’t help himself. He needs to hold you, needs to feel your skin beneath his palms and feel you breathing with your back against his chest. “Please?” If you say no, he’ll drop it. He will. But he’s begging.

He’s only ever begged one other person for something, and that was his therapist in juvie. He can remember the desperation that coursed through his veins. When he’d said it may be better to keep you two separate, he was distraught. When he mentioned a restraining order? In a split second he was on his knees beside the man’s desk, hands flat over the surface with his forehead pressed to the cold metal.

“No, no you can’t. Please don’t keep her from me.” He didn’t even look to see the shock in his expression, but he could hear it, the voice of a psychologist who’s slipped completely out of his professional shell. 

“What in the world? I’m not going to just let you fight each other.” Only then does he look to see the bewilderment on his psychologist’s face. 

“I swear we’ll never fight again. Please.” The confusion only deepens at the statement.

“John, why are you so desperate for this?” At that he hesitates. He knows why he’s desperate, he knows he’s fallen head over heels in love with you. There’s no other explanation for it, really. You were so beautiful, a spitfire of fury that stared into the hole in his chest and smiled. Up until you showed up, his life has been nothing but dull and lifeless. Dread follows him around like a shadow, fear rearing into anger whenever his biological benefactor took out his own stressors on his flesh and blood. Everything is always gray, dark and dreary in a sludge of exhaustion and dull rage. It was the same when you broke his nose. But during the fight he started to feel. Feel your bright red bleeding into him, feel your vibrant vicious anger flooding his bloodstream. The energy you had was infectious, seeping into his skin and turning everything sharp. Nothing like when he’d pummeled his father, everything going dark and bottomless and empty.

And when you looked at him? He was a goner. You stared at him with red seeping from your lip, collarbone already swelling, and you just looked so happy. Suddenly the sky was too damn blue, then his lungs felt heavy in his chest, and every breath felt too full. He couldn’t exhale enough air out before sucking more in. He was floating.

Yeah, he’s lovestruck.

But he doesn’t know if admitting it will help him. The shrink might just put him on a psych hold for this kind of confession. 

“John. Whatever your answer is, you have my word it will not have extreme ramifications. I just need to know if the restraining order is necessary, for any reason.” The professionalism is back, now. He’s got that purposefully calm therapist voice he usually hates. Not right now though, he’s too focused on making sure he’ll be able to talk to you for once.

“I love her. I love her to my grave.” The shrink actually jumps in his seat at the confession.

“You…love her? John, she broke your nose. You broke her collarbone.” The concern laced into his voice makes him think maybe that restraining order is about to be used for a different reason.

“Please. I can’t explain it. I know it sounds crazy, I know it sounds fucking crazy. But it’s true.” The man sucks in a deep breath, adjusts in his seat. John waits with bated breath.

“Try. Try to explain it.” 

“Everything’s sharper now. Everything’s clear, like a fog lifted and I can see the details of my hands instead of a vague shape with five spindles. Fuck, colors are brighter. I thought I was going crazy yesterday, thought she hit me too damn hard and I was seeing things, because the grass outside looked neon green and the clouds glowed white. But I've slept it off and been cleared by the nurse and everything’s still so bright.” The man only nods, scribbling something into his notes. John knows he’s rambling, but he can’t really stop himself.

“And I could swear she saw into my soul yesterday. She looked at the damned thing and grinned like a maniac. Her smile is so bright, too. And I can’t fucking breathe normally anymore. Every single time I think about her it’s like there’s too much air in my lungs.” 

“Alright, alright John. I think I get it. You don’t need to explain any further.” But I want to.

“But she’s gorgeous. Red-hot rage, brilliant and explosive and…” There’s this look on the shrink’s face like he’s suddenly figured it all out. John swallows the rest of his words. “Please don’t separate us. I don’t think I could handle it.” He probably couldn’t. He’s been in here a month and it was all shit. Everything pissed him off, everyone was breathing too damn loud or existing in the wrong places.

If he had to try to survive that without being able to be around the one person he’s found to love in this world? He’d go mad. Because he doesn’t want to lose you when he’s just found you. You, who looks at him with more than just disinterested, diluted rage. More than an empty shell of fear and dissociated recognition. More than a calculated scrutiny or an instant anxiety. In a single minute you’ve changed his life forever, and it should piss him off but all he can seem to feel is a gravitational desire to be around you and hold you and love you. The silence is starting to kill him. He’s still on his knees, an ache forming in his kneecaps from the hard tile and the tension as he waits for an answer.

You sigh, shoulders dropping down into the still steaming water.

“Fine. You look like a kicked puppy, you know.” Relief floods his bloodstream, elation taking over as he slips into the water behind you and tugs you into his chest. He doesn’t hesitate to breathe you in, burying his face in the crook of your neck and pressing little kisses to your skin. My pretty wife. You grab his hand and tug it low, pressing his palm into the pouch of your stomach with a little groan. He can feel the muscles kicking and tensing as you squirm, and he holds pressure into the area until you relax again.

“Better?” You nod, whine a little when a little cramp makes your breath hitch for a moment.

“A little. Not a whole lot else you can do, though. I just gotta push through like I always do.” Yeah, you really do just deal with it. He’s seen this so many times over the last year and a half living with you, watched you suffer all on your own. If there were a way to transfer and share pain, he’d do it in a heartbeat. You always look so miserable. But he does have an idea.

“You know, there is one other thing we can try, baby.” You hum, leaning into his chest while he holds you. It’s something he’d seen once by chance. “An orgasm is supposed to help with the cramping, is it not?” The way your whole body tenses makes him think maybe it wasn’t the best idea. 

“You wanna fuck me in this state?” Oh he’d absolutely fuck you like this. It’s something he’s a little ashamed to admit, since you seem to hate the blood so much. But this isn’t about him right now. The red would look so pretty between your thighs, smearing over his cock. He shakes the thoughts away, even though he’s already rock hard.

“I never said that, baby. I mean you are getting an orgasm.” You squirm in his hold, clearly a little uncomfortable. “We don’t have to. You don’t seem all that happy about it.” You shake your head.

“It’s not that it’s just…” You huff, your thighs squeezing together. Maybe he should have brought it up sooner. “The blood feels gross, but I’ve just had an image of you covered in it between my thighs and now I’m horny as all hell.” Ah yes, you’re conflicted. He can help.

“It would feel so good, baby. Fuck all that extra slick, my fingers could reach you so easy, press all your favorite spots eh? I bet you’d taste wonderful too.” Your quiet little moan is something he’d die for. He’s never been harder in his life, and the thought of tasting the iron on his tongue has him a little light headed. “What do you say, wife? Gonna let me take care of you? Make you feel good?” He nearly cums against your back when you tilt your head back and look up at him, glassy-eyed and flustered and oh so desperate.

“Please.”

[seagiri]

Gay little coats

[hinamie]

long way home

[thefloatingstone]

Do you understand or do you know nothing?

[badendinggamer]

Random sprunki lore headcanons I have except it's mainly just jevin and black cause I have favorites so what-

- Jevin is 58 years old (surprise) and is the middle child with 2 sisters, Aurora(eldest) and Gwendolyn

- he was pretty much born into the cult, his father (Valerius Lunaire), was the cult leader along with his wife (Aurelia) who they basically co-op in terms of ownership

- of course there parenting was shit, no doudt. He mainly spent his time as a child learning preaches about there god and ifk other cult stuff

- the Cult doesn't really socialize like a normal sprunki society would as they have very strict social norms. But the main points is that they don't have form of relationship outside of the cult unless if there intent is to indoctrinate them

- when they got older his sisters were went to a different location than him to start up and run there cult and spread there beliefs. Jevin got sent to the main sprunki twon (i don't have a name yet) where the main cast is as his instructions were to just ....indoctrinate and start a cult and nothing else.

- unfortunately jevin has very little knowledge on how a Normal sprunki society function so he was quickly outlasted as he was not subtle about his intentions being there-

- sky was one of his first attempts cause of course he was. Tho partially why is because sky's father was once a part of Jevin's cult and worked with Jev's dad before he realized how bad it was and left the cult and eventually started a family. ....so you know kinda created a target

- of course Jevin being Jevin he eventually caught the eye of the sherif Tunner but for all the wrong reasons (we aren't to the gay part yet) and mainly keeps an eye on him ....and jevin still keeps screwing around like a cultic idiot

-ok let's move on to our other guy Black who is like 60 and some how has mom's with a younger brother( Polo, a scorpion)

-uhhh to sum it up, normal sprunki moth mother(Riley) .....monstrous praying Mantis probably-not-a-sprunki mother(Miss Noir ) . . . Truly an interesting love story

- so I don't remember where I got this idea from but black works as an independent detective, who is pretty much rivaling tunner in terms of jobs

- tbh he was kinda cursed thanks to his mother as most of the time bad stuff happens when he's around (it's like walking past a black cat....except it's a black centipede) and often gets blamed for it (but unlike his future son corvus he doesn't care)

-really bad smoking habit (inherited from his mother Riley)

- anyways here's kinda meets jevin while he's being stupid at a bar (not drunk) tho i guess jevin is kinda throwing a tantrum as he's preaching stuff about his god being right and the sun is a liar (that's a whole other lore piece all get into later but basically the main religion for sprunkis has Mr.Sun basically be god-) and pretty much causing a scene

- to save his ass Balck pretends to know the guy and basically drags an Upset Jevin out. Which kind makes jevin mad at first

- i completly forgot to mention how jevin has been in town for like 2 weeks now and has been sleeping on benches cause he doesnt know you have to buy homes (reminder, this guy is 58...well technically at this point he's probably like a few years younger tbh but still)

-idk how there conversation goes just yet but I just know black offers him money that jevin has absolutely no idea what to do with (someone give this guy an education please)

-dont ask how much black makes cause that was enough for jevin to buy himself an old creepy "chruch" like building to make both his main cultist area and home which i guess starts to bring in some people and let's jevin starts his newly cult leader stuff

- the next time they meet is like about a month after where jevin gets introuble again this time by Mr.Sun cause what do you know, trying to empose your cultist ideas on people isn't good. (This is the reason why in present time he is pretty quiet) where the conversation goes

Jevin: i got in trouble

Black: Ya kinda had it coming

Jevin: Fuck you

Black: have you eaten anything? You look unhealthy thin

Jevin: yeah I've been eating the diet my cult told me cause I clearly don't have a life outside of my cult.

Black: . . . . Instead of being concerned for why you haven't left this cult, I'm gonna take you out to dinner.

Jevin: ok fine but this isn't a date

Black: Agreed

Anyways random things idk how to fit in here

-so there god is Crecendo (totally not inspired by gametoons totally. Tho he does have a different design and color ok)

Long story short the sun kinda took his powers away cause he was a damn tyrant (and totally doesn't look like the devil) but he gained a cult following where his whole deal is that he was right and the sun's a bi-

- jevin does gain a crush on Tunner but his parents don't agree cause again, no relationships outside of the cult, they also didn't like tunner since his family helped sky's dad leave the cult (bad family history i guess)

- they only approves of black while it may not be there god he has some godly like status from his mother Noir. (Also cause he basically helped boost up the cult)

- sky is most definitely weary of jevin, he does like him to an extent but his family warns him of jevin and his intentions.

-both jevin and black use to have there hair in curls (black in a ponytail and jevin keeping it in a bun under his hood cause the cult was that strict) but after meeting each other they decided to get them into braids/locks

- Jevin is technically a good guy but he's not exactly a good person (very morally gray) and of courses choices the toxic option (Black) over the healthy option (Tunner)

- ok black isn't that bad, he isn't much of a villain just yet and even then it's mostly misunderstandings. But compared to tunner he is basically a demon (even tho jevin is the demon in the situation)

-bonus(next gen au edition): they may love there Sons but they will unfortunately repeat many of the mistakes there parents have made (also Jevin is a bit of a dead beat to Jane so idk what you'd expect)

[july-19th-club]

i love it when gay people are hicks . life mission of mine is to rep for the gay people who are not from cities and dont dress like it or talk like it and who don't plan to leave wherever small place they're from to be in a city, however easier it would be . i think even we think of our community as being city-based, and those of us out on the fringes get sort of forgotten unless we relocate, but we're out here! surrounded by corn tassels! looking for morels! a good 50% of us ecology people! dropping our consonants and wearing our barn boots and never seeing a gay bar ever come to our town but staying for the forest or the prairie or the desert anyway! yeehaw i love gay people

[sunfoxfic]

*grits teeth* Skyrim is a fun game and I'm having fun

[lucky-aces]

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[pepprs]

discovered miah_pie on t*ktok (<- i don’t have one btw i just stumbled upon her bc someone i follow on ig talked abt her) and her videos make me want to cry so bad. 24 year old dependent moment