#i’m just BLOWN AWAY by how much these outfits fuck

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

the reason i trust the ofmd crew with my life is that during the past year and a half multiple ofmd fanartists have come up with all these really really cool emo makeovers for jim and frenchie in s2

but then. somehow. despite how fucking epic all those fan designs looked.

none of them came even CLOSE to how incredibly fucking badass their season 2 looks actually are in canon

[moonbeamsandmayhem]

a/n: Eddie x fem!Reader. It’s been a while. Thank you all so much for bearing with me. This is a purely self-indulgent blurb/fic. Not beta read. Inspired after author watched Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire.

warnings: oral, penetration, dom/sub undertones if you squint, edging, reader with a vagina, Eddie being a little shit. I think that’s it! As always, please DM me if I missed anything.

October 31st, 1996 - 10:25pm

The candy had been eaten, scares given, and costumes put away for another year. You had gladly been on candy duty for a majority of the evening at the community centre, giving out treats, facilitating games for the little ones, and telling ghost stories to enraptured ten year olds who hung off your every word.

As for Eddie, he was running a DnD one-shot for the teens down the hallway. Occasionally you could hear raucous laughter and some profanities spew from the din. It brought a smile to your face knowing that he could still command a room like he had not-so-many years ago at Hawkins High.

But now, you’re home. In your shared apartment. Your legs are on his lap, while you balance a bowl of popcorn on yours. Your eyes are glued to the screen, watching as Dana Barrett and Louis Tully embrace, kissing passionately, the Keymaster and the Gatekeeper reunited at long last.

Your periphery catches movement as Eddie’s hand reaches for the popcorn before landing squarely (purposefully) on your thigh. You rip your attention from the TV to lift a curious brow at him, only to be met with a smirk. “Something on your mind, handsome?”

He croons, smirk growing to a full blown smile. “A few things, yeah,” Eddie admits, hand inching a little higher, “just thinkin’ about how killer you’d look in that dress.” He nods back to the screen, referring to the gown Dana’s wearing.

“You think I can pull that off?” You scoff.

“Sweetheart, you can pull off a god damn trash bag.”

“I’m not Sigourney Weaver, Eddie.”

“She’s got nothing on you.” He tugs the bowl from out of your grasp, placing it on the coffee table before giving you his full attention. Leaning over, he cages you in, forcing you full on your back against the couch. Eddie’s lips brush against yours, silently asking for permission, with a small peck against his, he surges against you like a man trying to quench his thirst. His hands are everywhere, as are yours, a whirlwind of disregarded clothes find themselves unceremoniously on the floor, but you’re both too distracted to care.

“You looked so hot in that witch’s outfit, babe. Was hard to keep it together tonight.” He latches on to the space where shoulder meets neck, sucking in a bruise.

“Y-you looked pretty hand - fuck - handsome yourself. The eyeliner, the fake-fangs, like something out of The Lost Boys, Christ, Ed’s.”

“Mhm. You like a bad boy, don’t ya, sweets?” Lathing the spot with the flat of his tongue. You shudder, eyes rolling back a little, losing yourself - did he say something? He nips at your skin and you gasp. “I asked you a question.”

“Could - could you repeat the - ah - shit - you’re distracting me, Munson.” You pout.

“Am I?” He looks at you with those big brown eyes, all faux-innocence and one-hundred percent mischief. “My bad.”

“Asshole.”

Eddie chuckles softly, “Guilty as charged. Now, are you gonna let me continue being a distraction or…?”

There’s a pregnant pause.

“Yes.”

You cum three times. First, on his tongue. And he makes you work for it, pay back for calling him an asshole. He lifts you higher and higher then pulls his affections away, leaving fluttery kisses around your clit before he starts again. He does this four times until you’re nearly sobbing. It’s a rather messy affair when he finally lets you cum, snapping like a taut wire, and gushing all over him.

Still dazed and trembling from the power of your orgasm, he pulls a second with practiced fingers. Playing you like he plays his guitar, making you sing into the howling night. You’re begging for his cock now, begging to cream all over it, but he shushes you as he works in a fourth digit. You arch your back clear off the couch like a woman possessed, you cum harder than you have in your life.

Or so you thought.

When Eddie eases into you, it’s the closest thing to heaven you can imagine. He stretches you and fills you just right, the piercing on the tip of his cock finding that spot only he knows how to he reach. He presses his forehead to yours, muttering to keep your eyes on him. And you do, because how could you possibly look away? Not only does he fuck you like tonight is the last night on Earth, he makes love to you as if you’re the only two people left on the planet. Slow, self-assured, comforting, everything else dissolves around you. You cum so hard you see stars. Your lungs burn, robbed of air, as you clench and cream and gush. He empties into you with such a guttural groan of relief at the exact same moment, sweat beading his beautiful brow. He pumps, once, twice, a third time, then lays on top of you, satiated, dipping his head a little to nuzzle his nose against yours.

“You absolute menace.” You tease, with an exhausted smile, leaning forward to capture his lips.

“What can I say? Bustin’ makes me feel good, baby.”

[xoxochb]

— you caught my heart, lovergirl!

warnings: tooth rotting fluff see a dentist, I also just learned how to play the entirety of baseball in like 20 minutes so if I got something wrong I’m sorry 😭 and the ending is lowkey sucky as fuck because I wasn’t sure what to do for it LMAO pairing: baseball player! jason grace x fem! reader a/n: you can’t stop me from learning how to play a game just for a fic. this is literally the second time I’ve done this and be prepare for more

the cheering crowds, the smell of popcorn (and dirt but you chose to ignore that for aesthetics purposes), and your blond boyfriend flashing you his knee-weakening, winning smile. you can’t help but return it, offering a blown kiss in addition (which makes his knees weak). your heart begins to pound as the last moments of the game start up, the last inning, the last chance to win and with jason’s team practically already in the win you weren’t nervous nervous but you were freaking out. you watch as the pitcher prepares to throw, slowly turning the ball in his hands

very. slowly. or maybe you were just overreacting or maybe you were dying or maybe—

annabeth’s hand on your shoulder snaps you from your thoughts. “(name), I can practically feel your worries, please calm down”

you shake your hands to get rid of the sweat build up. you take annabeth’s hand in yours. “I’m trying!”

after what feels like forever— the pitcher throws at last. your breathing grows abnormal as you watch in what you’re sure is slow motion, the ball travels from the pitcher to the bat jason holds. one…two…three…four…you close your eyes and say a silent prayer to tyche, when you open, as if your prayers had been answered on exactly the second they were sent, he hits the ball, sending it flying through the stadium. you don’t celebrate just yet, he still has to make his rounds over the bases

first… second… third… you nearly have a heart attack when he reaches home plate. at the absolute top of your lungs (you were bound to wake up with no voice) you scream in joy, wrapping yourself into the arms of the gray eyed girl beside you. when you pull away she wipes the falling tears from your cheeks

“now go!” she demands, making your brows furrow “go get your man! what’re you waiting for?”

“yes, yes yes, going!” you squeal and run down the stand’s stairs, through the gate and onto the field. your legs burning like wildfires (you’ve never participated in this much physical activity in your life, your muscles would feel the wrath tomorrow for sure), you’re feet were sure to begin blistering any moment (pro tip: don’t wear doc martens to a baseball game even if they look cute with the outfit!), but you couldn’t find it in you to care as jason wraps his arms around your middle tightly. and you surely couldn’t care any less that he was drenched in sweat and covered in dirt or the gods know what else

you feel as his tears soak through your shirt (his jersey you were wearing had fallen off your shoulder). your breathing steadies as you feel his comforting warmth surround you. the hug lasts for what feels like hours, days, weeks, months, years even, before you pull away, not going far because you’re swift to connect your lips with his (this was motivation enough for him to win. throughout the game the remembrance of you kissing him passionately after his team won kept him going. additionally the reward he would earn later that night if he was being honest), once, and twice before you pull away fully this time. jason pulls an arm away from around your waist to show you a very dirty ball in his hand. the winning ball

“I believe this belongs to you. my good luck charm of a girlfriend”

like waterworks, you can’t help the tears that come alongside the gesture. you take the ball from his grasp and return your arms around around his neck, at last your heart settles and your breathing slows to normal, peace restored at last

[mountainsandmayhem]

You're a Brat, Little Dove

Joel Miller x Female!Reader

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Summary: You play with Joel at your 25 year high school reunion to get exactly what you want. CW: Dom!Joel, Sub/Dom, blowjob, throat fucking, gagging, nipple play, Brat!Tamer, unprotected p in v (they’re in a long-term relationship), oral (f and m receiving), anal play very briefly, pet names, cream pie kink, praise kink, degradation if you squint, denial and edging, NO AGE GAP (Joel and reader are in their 40’s)  A/N: I am absolutely BLOWN AWAY by the love that You're Mine and Stay Still have gotten. Truly, from the bottom of my cold, dead heart I really appreciate your likes, comments and reblogs. Hopefully you enjoy this one, as well. Dividers and banners by @saradika-graphics Word Count: 5.6k

Dress. Check. 

Nude heels. Check. 

2 daytime outfits.  Check. 

Drive home clothes. Check. 

Make up bag. Check.

Stop worrying so much. You’re not even leaving the country, you can buy what you forgot.

“You ok?” Joel asks as he wraps his arms around you from behind.

“Just the usual pre-travel anxieties.” You say, leaning into his warmth. Your arms unconsciously cross over his, hands resting on his forearms. 

“We’re not leaving the country, you can buy whatever you forgot,” you smile to yourself at how well he knows you as his lips press lightly to your temple. “Remember when I had to go out of town at the last minute before our Disneyland trip and you packed for all of us?”

“Mmhmmm,” you say. The memories come flooding in of those two little girls; one dressed as a princess from head to toe and the other refusing to take off her Darth Vader helmet. The latter was far braver on the “scary rides”, and held her sister's hand until they were both giggling and screaming with delight.

“You didn’t miss a single thing - for any of us. Including the nightlight that Sarah couldn’t be without and the granola bars that Ellie claimed were the only things she could have for breakfast.” 

You turn your head and gently press your lips to his. This is the kind of love that people write about. Supportive. Caring. Complete and unwavering trust. Each person is 100% in for the other, willingly giving when the other needs to take, and never keeping score. You don’t judge the other for any sort of anxiety they might be having or help they might be needing. Partners. Through and through. 

A noise from the kitchen brings you back and you break the kiss. “What is that incessant beeping?” 

“That’s your phone,” he laughs while pulling out of the hug and squeezing your sides. “It’s been going off all morning. Someone is messaging you on Facebook.” 

You squirm free of his wandering hands and go to brush your teeth. When you come back out to the kitchen he’s scrolling through the messages in your phone. 

“Who is it?” You ask, getting your morning coffee ready. 

Joel throws his head back, laughing loudly as he reads in a mocking voice, “Hi. Long time no talk. I saw your name on the guest list for the reunion this weekend. Can’t wait to catch up. Looks like you’re single. At least based on your profile. Glad to see you got rid of that goon you were dating in your 20s.” 

Your profile is blank, a picture of you holding baby Ellie the day you officially adopted her is the only thing on there, and you have maybe 15 friends. Truthfully, you aren’t even sure why you have it, even in the heyday of Facebook, you weren’t exactly a share-everything-about-yourself-on-the-internet type of girl.

“Oh god,” you laugh. “It’s Zack, isn’t it?” 

Joel wipes away a tear from laughing so hard. “Each sentence is its own message, but I’m a goon?” He slides your phone across the counter to you adding, “Can I punch him again when we see him?” 

Years ago, while visiting your parents, Zack got a little too handsy when you ran into each other at a local pool hall. Joel was and very much still is, a ‘touch her and die’ type of lover. 

You both laugh as you kiss him goodbye and head to work.

On your lunch break, you updated your profile picture to you and Joel with the girls at their high school graduation. Hopefully, Zack will get the message. By 5 pm you’re rushing home to get out the door and drive 5 hours to your old hometown. 

The minute you walk into the reunion you see women’s heads turning to look at Joel. You can’t say you blame them, Joel Miller is the dictionary definition of a DILF! And tonight, in perfectly tailored black pants, a crisp black dress shirt and black tie, his slightly outgrown curls pushed back, and grey scruff perfectly trimmed, he looks hot as sin. And then, just to add insult to an already smoldering hot injury, he recently came to terms with needing glasses for driving at night. Those black frames should be illegal. 

Over the last few days you’ve been sending him articles about spanking and on the drive up had an open and honest communication about what you both wanted out of it. Deep down you’re hoping tonight is your night, you’re tempted to just go back to the hotel and let him do whatever he wants. Instead, the two of you hit the bar to get a drink before finding a table to sit at.

“Who is that lady in the gold sequin dress with the black hair, almost directly behind you?” Joel asks awkwardly, sipping his whiskey.

You glance around the room, trying to not make it obvious when you catch the one person you don’t want around Joel staring right at him. 

“Lucy Garfield.” You say flatly. “She’s the one that slept with Zack seconds after I left for university. I thought they were married but she is eye fucking you so hard.”

“Gross,” he laughs, his nose crinkling up in disgust. He’s so endearing when he’s joking around with you, “Don’t say eye fucking.”

You laugh, “It’s what she’s doing Joel. I wonder how long before she’s over here talking to you.”

You start pushing your chair out from the table and he grabs your leg, “Leave me alone and you’re dead to me”

“Joel,” you giggle and try to push the chair more, “I kinda have to pee though.” 

“Babe, I'm serious. She scares me,” he says with a shudder. “I can feel her looking at me.” 

“Oh, she’s doing more than looking…” you tease, sliding your chair back in.

“Don’t say it.”

He squirms as you lean in to his ear and whisper, “Eye fucking.”

“I hate you.” 

After a few hours of catching up with old friends, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and grab another drink for you and Joel. When you come out of the bathroom Lucy is alone at your table with Joel. You can see the discomfort on his face as she shows him something on his phone. You’re not jealous or worried, but when Zack approaches you at the bar you decide to have a little fun.

“So you didn’t break up with him after all?” He’s leaning back cockily on the bar, arms crossed, eyes locked on Lucy. 

“No,” you laugh while ordering drinks; whiskey neat for Joel and a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon for you. “I never planned to.” 

“I figured. Lucy seems to take a liking to anyone you set your sights on.”

“You would know best, Zack.” You’re still facing the bar, but you see Zack glance quickly in your direction at the dig. “Any advice for poor Joel over there?”

“Don’t leave the best thing that ever happened to you for a gymnast with...” he stops speaking when he looks back to you, seeing you with one eyebrow raised as you sip your wine. “She and I are getting divorced.” 

“I assumed.”

“Oh?”

And that’s when you hear it. Your song with Joel. 

‘I know what you look like in the morning

Your kisses are soft and warm’

Joel looks around the room for you, when he spots you at the bar a mischievous grin crosses your face and you lean in close to Zack. 

“Dance with me?” You whisper, giving him the puppy eyes he never used to say no to. 

‘I can draw you with my eyes closed 

Seen you with nothing on but the radio’

He places a hand on your lower back and leads you to the dance floor before pulling you in close. Huh, you think to yourself, 25 years later and still got it.

You look away from Joel and give Zack a tight lipped smile as the first verse of the song melts into the chorus. 

‘I know the kind of thing that makes you laugh 

The way you tilt your head for a photograph

What other guy knows you like that’

You fight the urge not to look past Zack’s shoulder and over at Joel as Zack’s voice drones on in the distance, telling you about his divorce. 

‘And I can name the first guy you ever kissed’

You can’t help but sneak a glance at Joel. Zack is the first guy you kissed and Joel knows it.

‘I can name the perfume on your wrist’

Joel crosses his arms, staring at you darkly from across the room. Fuck, you think maybe you bit off more than you can chew.

‘What other guy knows you like that’

Joel stands and strides over to you. 

Yes. Got him. He doesn’t look mad, if anything he’s looking at you with dangerous desire in his eyes. Your heart flutters as heat travels between your thighs.

“Babe, we gotta go.” 

Zack starts to protest but you release yourself from his arms and say with a big smile, “It was lovely catching up. Thank you for the dance.” 

As Joel leads you off the dance floor he growls quietly in your ear, “You’ve been a very bad girl, Little Dove.” 

The car ride back to the hotel is silent. Not a word is uttered between either of you, the second the elevator door closes Joel presses you back against the wall.  Towering over you, one of his hands roughly pulls down the right cup of your dress and bra, he pinches your nipple hard between his thumb and pointer finger. 

You gasp out in pain, but he doesn’t say anything, just glares down at you. As the pain morphs into pleasure you squeeze your thighs together, your panties starting to soak through. He releases you when the elevator stops and turns his back to you, you cover your abused nipple back up before you follow him into your room.

“Clothes off and kneel,” he growls, throwing a pillow haphazardly at your feet.

“Joel-I…” you stutter out. He stalks across the room, only the discarded pillow separating you. 

“I said,” he starts harshly. “Clothes off and kneel, Little Dove.”

You swallow the dry lump in your throat while sliding the zipper down the side of your black dress, letting it fall to the ground. A deep, guttural moan escapes Joel as you kick the dress aside and remove your bra and panties. You’re completely bare for him, nothing but your nude heels left. 

“That’s better. Now kneel.” 

You do as he says, getting into his desired position; hands on your lap and eyes aimed at the floor in front of you. He bends, cupping your chin and tilting your face up to meet his gaze. You expect to see his eyes dark and lips tight, instead, you’re met with softness, his chocolate brown eyes boring into you.

“Little Dove,” he starts, his voice just barely above a whisper. “I am going to punish you for being a brat tonight. Everything I plan to do is things we’ve talked about.” 

“Like what?” You ask as your mouth goes impossibly dry.

“No, you don’t get answers tonight. You’re in trouble. Do you remember your safe words?”

You nod, “Yes sir.”

The colour coding system is how Joel prefers to do things. Red if you need to end things, yellow if you need a break or to slow down, and green to keep going.

His thumb caresses your cheek, “That’s my girl.” 

Joel stands abruptly and your gaze follows him. When he looks down at you, his features are no longer soft. His eyes are almost black, eyebrows slightly knit together and jaw clenched. He snaps his fingers and points at the ground and you immediately obey, shifting your gaze back to where he prefers it. He walks across the room, uncuffing the sleeves of his black dress shirt and rolling them up his thick forearms. You hear the unmistakable sound of him removing his tie and his glasses being placed on the table.

“You were a brat tonight, Little Dove,” he says darkly. “Remind me, do I like brats?” 

“No, sir.” It comes out in a nervous squeak.

Joel stares at you for a while and it’s nearly impossible to keep your eyes on the ground. If Joel had to classify himself, he’d say he was a pleasure Dom. He’d rather use pleasure until you’d beg him to stop, but pleasure is earned, and you used that song and your ex-boyfriend to get to him tonight. He saunters back over and pets your head, just as you start to close your eyes and lean into his touch he grips your hair hard and pulls until you’re once again looking up at him. A shocked yelp comes out of you as you make eye contact. 

“I think you did this on purpose because you so badly want me to spank you.”

“N-no, sir.” 

“No? I bet if I reached in between your legs and felt your pretty little pussy she’d be soaked for me right now. Am I right?” 

“Y-yes.” 

“Take out my cock, Little Dove.” 

His grip on your hair doesn’t loosen as you reach up with shaky hands to undo his belt and pants. As you slide his dress pants down his thick thighs you can see him already hard under his tight black boxers. As you lower those, his thick cock springs free, brushing against your face.

“Hands on my thighs,” he barks.

You jump slightly at the harsh tone and move your hands to rest along the sides of his thighs. He moves his free hand to one of yours and taps on your hand 3 times. “You do that if you need to stop. Show me.” 

You tap 3 times on his thigh like he showed you. “Too bad you were such a bad girl tonight. I wanted to please you and not punish you.”

He moves his hand to fist his cock a few times. It brushes your lips as he continues to speak. “Who do you belong to, Little Dove?”

“You sir,” you answer firmly but quietly. 

“That’s right. Open.”

You lick your lips and obey his orders. He lines himself up and slides the tip of his cock in your mouth, pumping his shaft slowly with his hand, the other still locked in your hair. 

“Mine,” he says it like he’s claiming you as he works more of himself into your mouth. You’re surprised how he takes his time, inching in a little before pulling back, letting you swirl your tongue around to get him nice and wet. When he’s finally all the way in, pushing against your gag reflex he groans out, “So…completely…mine.”

You look up at him through your lashes and remind yourself to relax your throat and breathe through your nose, moaning around his cock before he pulls it all the way out. Saliva falls from your mouth and he smirks at you cockily while he fucks himself with his palm, the tip of his leaking dick resting on your tongue. The salty taste of his pre cum sends a fresh wave of arousal to the apex of your thighs, you can feel it gathering on your calves that are tucked underneath you. 

Without warning, Joel starts to fuck your throat. He pushes himself all the way in and you gag around him before he pulls out halfway. He continues this punishing rhythm for a while, muttering darkly about how you’re a bad girl and you deserve to be punished.  

You’re taken aback by how much you fucking love it. Watching him tower above you all big and strong but you know he’s falling apart. He’s becoming putty because of you and your mouth. It’s filthy and slightly degrading, but you realize that you’re the one in control here. You could do this forever and make a mental note to find times to act out more often.  Tears start to run down your cheeks as his thrusts turn sloppy. You know he’s close so you hum around his cock.

“Oh fuuuuck, baby.” He pulls himself out and steps back, strings of saliva falling from his cock and landing on your chin. Your hands hit the ground in front of you as you gasp in a full breath for this first time since he started using your mouth.  The heat between your thighs is starting to become unbearable.

“What did you think was going to happen - huh?” he says in a deep and condescending tone. “That I’d spank you and then make you come?”

“I’m sorry, sir.” You’re not sorry though, you’d do it again just to feel that gush between your thighs when he hits the back of your throat. 

“Only good girls get spankings. So let me make myself very clear.” You straighten your spine and look up at him as he goes back to petting your hair. 

“You are not allowed to cum.” His voice is deep and scratchy, you’re sure he could make a living by narrating erotica, but that voice is yours.

A small whimper escapes you as he continues. “I’m going to continue to use you how I want. If I think you’ve proven yourself to be my good girl, you’ll get that spanking you want so desperately. Understand?” 

He almost purrs as he says good girl and it turns you feral. “Yes, sir.” 

He reaches a hand to you and helps you stand. He gently wipes the tears from your cheeks before kissing the tip of your nose. “Get on the bed.”

As you walk to the bed you bring one leg up to remove your heels. “Leave them on. Hands and knees, Little Dove.”

Fuck, he knows this is your kryptonite. And fuck, you’re back to thinking that maybe you bit off more than you can handle. Joel is predictable about his Sunday plans during football season and nothing else. 

After stripping off his clothes he comes up behind you, rubs the warm tip of his cock through your slit and he lets out a deep moan. Both of you can hear the wetness as he moves from your clit to your ass. “Mmmm - my bad girl clearly liked having me fuck her throat. You’re soaked for me.”

A firm hand pushes down between your shoulder blades and your upper body hits the mattress. at this new angle, everything is bare to him. 

“Mine,” he says again before placing a few long, slow licks from your clit to your ass, swirling and pressing his tongue in all the right places. “So…completely…mine.” 

His tongue teases your clit as he lightly teases your ass with the pad of his thumb.  The heat begins to spread to your spine, the world falls away and all you’re left with is Joel.  Joel and his wonderful and magic tongue.  Joel and his ability to make you cum.  His voice from earlier rings through your cries of pleasure, ‘you are not allowed to cum.’

“I…n-no…” you stutter, squeezing all your muscles to stop the orgasm that’s fast approaching. “That’s gonna…I’m gonna!” 

“Don’t you dare, Little Dove.” He bites down on your ass cheek and you yelp in pain, but glad for the distraction from how close you were to finishing. 

“Such a bad little girl tonight.” He says into your skin before continuing to tease you with his tongue, swirling your clit, moving to gently flick your ass, then back to your clit. You never know where his tongue might explore next and you find yourself mentally mapping out each aisle of your favorite grocery store with your eyes clamped shut to distract yourself. 

“I wanna be a good girl,” you beg, utterly desperate to follow his rules tonight. “Please stop. I wanna be good, sir.” 

“Poor thing,” he says mockingly, rising and sliding himself inside you so slowly that you feel every inch, vein, and ridge. 

“Fuuuuuuuccccck,” you gasp as he bottoms out. A small, pleading ‘please’ escapes your lips but you don’t even know what you’re asking for. Your body feels like liquid at this point, every muscle relaxed and every bone somehow missing. It’s a complete state of nirvana, if only he’d let you cum.

“Not yet,” he drags out of you and slams back in, a complete juxtaposition to how he first entered you. His grip on your hips is so tight that you’re sure you’ll have bruises tomorrow. “This is my pussy, mine. Say it.”

“Y-yours…” you manage to whine. “oh fuck…yours Joel.”

“That’s right, babygirl.  Mine. So…completely…mine.”

One of your shoes falls to the ground as he continues to slam into you.  You no longer know the difference between right and left, you just know that one shoe is missing. As you reach back to touch him, he pins your hand to your lower back, sliding almost all the way out before slowly pressing his hips flush with your ass. 

“No,” he says sternly. “Only good girls get to touch.” 

You scream out his name, begging him to let you cum. Joel leans forward and pulls you up, still fully inside of you, he holds you still against his warm chest, the combination of your sweat and his sweat feeling sticky along your back.  

“You like when I use you like this, Little Dove?”

“Yessss,” you whine. You force yourself not to roll your hips even though the need to orgasm is almost painful. The word yellow flows through your mind. You could say it. You could say it and get what you want, but you trust Joel. You trust that he has bigger and better plans for you. 

“Say it,” he commands while rolling your earlier pinched nipple between his fingers. 

“Use me, sir….Please. I want to please you.”

“That’s my girl. My perfect little submissive.”

He pushes you back down into the sheets and fucks you harder. The sounds of skin slapping skin and your moans and squeals fill the room. You tense every muscle again to stop the orgasm that’s right on the surface. 

“Where do you want it, Little Dove?”

“Inside me, sir.”

Joel curses through gritted teeth. “Fuck, baby.” 

“Fill me, sir.”

“Such a filthy little girl. D’you know that?” His voice is strained, you know he’s close and you just have to hold off a little longer. 

“Only for you,” you say through moans and gasps.

That’s what does it and you push him over the edge with your words, the heat of his spend filling you as he lets out a loud moan. “Good fucking girl.”

He moves his hips into you a few more times, filling you so much it starts to leak out. “Fuck, takin’ me so well, soundin’ so goddamn sweet as you beg.” 

He doesn’t stay in long after he cums, which you’re thankful for because you’re sure a faint breeze could make you detonate at this point. He steps back to admire the mess he’s made, using his fingers to push his cum back inside you before sitting next to your knees.

“Get over my knee.” 

You rush on shaky limbs to get over this lap, wiggling your ass in nervous excitement. He uses one hand to pin your wrists behind your back. “Mmm - that’s my good girl.” 

Joel uses his other hand to draw slow circles along your cheeks. His warm and calloused fingers send shivers across your body.  “How many do you think you should get?” 

“10,” you respond sheepishly. 

Joel laughs deeply to himself. “You were a brat. Do you really think 10 is enough?” 

You audibly swallow in response to what you know is a rhetorical question. You didn’t think your pussy could throb any harder, but his voice, his hands, and this position has every nerve in your body aflame. 

“20, and if you behave, I’ll stop at 15.” 

“Please, sir.” The anticipation is killing you.

“Ok. I am going to spank you with my hand 20 times. You are going to count and say ‘I’m sorry’ after each one. Understand?” 

“Yes, sir.”  You try not to whine, but you need to be touched,

“Give me a colour baby”

“Green,” you whisper needily. 

2 sharp and quick slaps hit your ass.

“1 and 2,” you squeal, “I’m sorry” 

Light finger strokes tickle along the back of your thighs and up towards the now stinging skin. Joel’s hand disappears from your body and you tense. 

“Shhh,” his thumb holding your wrist strokes the soft skin. “Take a deep breath, Little Dove.” 

You inhale shakily, as you try to relax on your exhale, his hand comes down again. When the two of you did your research on spanking, all the experts said you’d know the sound of a good spank, and Joel being, well Joel, has taken it to a new level of perfection. His third spank stings, but it’s quickly replaced with a fresh wave of warmth in your core. 

“Three. I’m sorry,” you love how quickly he can turn you into a whining mess.

From that point you’re in a trance. You almost feel like you’re floating outside your body as Joel continues your punishment. You hear your voice counting each strike of his hand.  A rush of adrenaline courses through you after each one and you can feel his spend leaking out and dripping in between your thighs.

“Eight. I’m sorry” 

“Messy messy girl.” He says, swiping a finger up your thigh and through the folds of your swollen pussy, he stays away from your clit but you could scream with how good it feels. “I should make you clean this up.” 

You turn your head, glancing over your shoulder to face him, readying yourself for him to slide his fingers down your throat. Instead, he licks his fingers clean and then lays 3 quick smacks across your ass. 

“Eleven. Oh god,” your body jolts with the first one but by the third you’re rolling your lips into him for friction, you need more. More pain. More of his fingers. More of anything and everything he’s willing to give you. “I’m sorry.”

Joel isn’t surprised to see that you like the pain, but he is surprised by how much he likes seeing you in pain. He was hesitant about this whole thing, worried about hurting you, but you’ve never looked more beautiful. A blush lights your face and neck, a thin sheen of sweat across your body. Your squeals and cries slowly become wanton moans. He knows it hurts you, but he can also see how that pain is temporary followed by a rush of adrenaline and pleasure. 

“Good job, Little Dove,” he rubs the red hand prints gently. “Fuck, I don’t deserve you.” 

You relax into his lap as his praises wash over you. You feel completely submissive to him and for the first time, you feel what he said earlier. You are his. So completely his. 

“My,” SMACK 

“Perfect,” SMACK

“Little,” SMACK 

“Submissive,” SMACK 

They happen so quickly that all you can do is moan loudly in ecstasy, heat flooding your core to the point that it’s unbearable.  Pressure behind your eyes builds as your neediness grows.  

“Fif-fifteen. I’m sorry, sir.” You’re squirming uncontrollably, tears threaten to spring from your eyes.

“Please - please. It huuuurts.” Joel knows it’s not the spanking that hurts, it’s the animalistic need to cum that’s causing you so much discomfort. 

“There’s my good girl,” he growls, sliding 2 fingers deep inside you. He curls them forward into your tight and messy heat. The squelching of his cum mixed with your arousal fills the room.

“Does this feel good, Little Dove?” 

“Please Joel,” you sob through stuttered breaths, unable to hold back the tears any longer. “P-please - don’t stop.”

“Fuck I love when you say please. Did you know that?  How it makes my cock twitch hearing you whine sweetly, asking so nicely.” 

He slows his fingers, he knows how sensitive you are, he can feel your pussy gripping tightly to his fingers and he wants to bring you pleasure now, not push you into overstimulation. “You took those so beautifully, Little Dove. I’m so proud of you.” 

You cry out a thank you, your orgasm is right there, the heat in your stomach and spine ready to erupt and spread to the rest of your body. As you squirm on his lap you can feel his erection growing beneath you. Joel continues curling his fingers against your most sensitive spot, his other hand letting go of your wrists and moving to soothe the handprints he left. The gentleness of one hand combined with the demanding desire of the other sends your mind swirling. 

“Get up, baby girl.” He slides his fingers out from you and you want to cry out and complain before he adds, “I want you to cum on my cock.” 

Joel steadies you as you stand up in front of him, “Hold on, spin around.” 

You do as he says, albeit slightly confused until he presses his lips to the bright red handprints he’s tattooed across your skin. 

Yep, you think to yourself. I’m His. So completely his. 

You lay back on the bed, Joel crawling between your legs. He’s looking at you the way he used to when you first met, taking in every inch of your skin almost as if to commit it to memory. It’s the complete opposite of how he looked at you while you danced with Zack. His dangerous desire has turned to an overwhelming softness. 

“Lift your hips, baby,” he slides a spare pillow under you. 

His strong hands massage your hips gently as his eyes rake over your red and swollen pussy. “Oh - that looks painful, baby. Do you need me to take care of it?” 

You whine out in frustration, “Please, sir. I need to cum. Please.” 

He lets out a whispered ‘oh god’ at your pleas, hooking one of your legs in the crook of his elbow, the other wrapping around his waist as he lines himself up and then leans down to softly press his lips to yours. He slides inside of you slowly and you’re instantly shaking underneath him. 

“Shhh, you’re ok,” he whispers into your lips before kissing you harder, rocking his hips with perfect precision. “I’m right here. I got you, baby. I got you.”

The soft part of his belly grazes your clit and you cry out into his mouth. “Oh god - I’m gonna cum.” 

“There you go, baby. Cum for me.” 

You fall apart around him, your head falling back in a silent cry to the ceiling. A buzz of electricity shutters through your whole body, your walls clenching around him harder than you thought was possible. 

“That’s it,” he says into your neck as he licks and kisses. “Let go for me.” 

His words spread more tingles along your skin, you tangle your hands in his curls and pull his face to yours. Kissing him deeply as you start to come down. He stills inside you as he comes again, sending you into a wave of aftershocks. You swallow his moans in your kisses, you never want this to end.

“Stay here honey,” Joel says, getting up to walk with wobbly legs to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm cloth and carefully wipes you clean. Your body jolts and you cry out when he gets near your clit, he whispers apologies while drying you with a towel.

You start to get up. “Are you ok?” he questions. 

“I have to pee,” you laugh. As you wash your hands you take in your reflection. Your poor nipple is purple from the elevator, you have mascara down your face, and as you predicted, you are already bruising from his grip on your hips. You spin to see angry, dark red splotches along the globes of your ass and you smile at yourself. Fuck, is there something wrong with me? 

Even though you’re exhausted, you practically skip back out to the bed where Joel is holding a big glass of water and some soothing lotion that he purchased weeks ago for this exact moment. He laughs and shakes his head, he knows he’s in for it now seeing how happy you are with yourself. 

“Drink this and then lay on your stomach please,” adding a quick, “you little brat.” 

“So bossy.” You joke and roll your eyes, but you both love this part and as elated as you are right now, you know you need the aftercare so that your anxieties don’t get you later. So, you do as he says. You drink the water and then lay on your stomach. Joel rubs the cooling lotion on your marks and then places long, light kisses along your spine.

“How are you feeling?” He coos between kisses.

“I’m great. That was amazing. How are you feeling? I know you weren’t too sold on spanking me.”

Joel lies beside you and pulls you in, his front presses against yours, both of you using your own arm as a pillow. “Honestly, I’m surprised by how much I liked it. You looked so beautiful the entire time. I didn’t think I would like it, but….” He trails off looking slightly embarrassed, using his free hand to play with your hair. 

“But?” you push.

“But…well a man my age doesn’t get multiple orgasms very often, makin’ me feel like we’re in our 20’s again.”

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to act out more often. Any cute guys on the job site I can eye fuck?” 

Joel growls as he pulls you over to rest on his chest. “Mine. Now go to sleep, Little Dove. And stop saying that.” 

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𝓓𝓸𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓥𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓼 & 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓬 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼

jenna x g!poc

summary: jenna and jah going to the obstetrician. jah asking stupid questions.

warnings: jah being a comedian, mature language, partial smut

a/n: tumblr didn’t save the first draft 😭…anyway enjoy the chapter and a Jenna edit 🤭. also I’m not a medical professional. I tried to look up the actual terminology and stuff to be semi-accurate but I started to lose interest 😂 - 4.3k words

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MAY 2023

“YOU GOT YOUR BACK BLOWN OUT BY KID CUDI?!? WHAT THE FUCK!” You shouted on the phone.

You and Jenna were currently on FaceTime, she was in her last fitting for her Met Gala outfit. She was bored waiting for the designer to come and make potential adjustments. So she called you to entertain her someway. She regrets calling you now.

You were doing your due diligence as a baby mama and friend to watch Jenna’s work. You started with The Babysitter: Killer Queen. It was alright in your opinion, you gave it a 7/10. Next, you watched The Fallout. It made you tear up and you applauded Jenna on her work. You considered it her best character.

Then, you watched both Scream movies and now you’re watching X. She tried to get you to not watch the movie by not even telling you about it. You had to look up her filmography to find out about it.

“You’re so lucky I have my headphones in” Jenna rolled her eyes.

“Nah you ain’t tell me this movie like that. I was jumpscared with so much ass and titties and now I gotta see you have sex with Mr. Day N’ Nite. Insane” You stated.

“I told you not to watch it. Actually I specifically remember withholding the information” Jenna said.

“Hm. They did you dirty by pairing you with that white man though” You shrugged and ate a fistful of popcorn.

“Shut up” Jenna mumbled.

Your eyes slowly drifted away from the movie to the phone screen. Jenna was preoccupied fixing the nail polish on her nails. She was doing something so simple yet captivating. You couldn’t take your eyes off her. The feelings you felt for her was starting to scare you.

“So, Nancy helped me book an appointment with the obstetrician not far from you” Jenna spoke bringing you out your thoughts.

“You did it for here? Why not back in your hometown, you know to be closer with your family” You questioned.

“It was the best one and…I always wanted to live in New York. I also want to be far away as possible from my mother when I tell her that I’m pregnant” Jenna smiled.

You laughed taking in the information, “When’s the appointment?”

“Tomorrow morning, 9am” Jenna replied.

“I’ll be there” You playfully salute to her. You turn your attention back to the movie. It was now on the part where the white man get killed by the old lady brutally.

“Speaking of families, how exactly are you going to tell yours?” Jenna asked.

“I’ll just call my brother and tell him. Now, for my mom, I’m gonna need a police riot shield” You huffed.

"You and I are in the same boat. I'm praying for you more though" Jenna said.

Your head snapped toward her, "Nah, don't say that."

Jenna chuckled at the expression on your face. The door behind her opened and the designer walks in. "I have to go. I'll call you later" Jenna said.

"Okay...wait you don't get your back broken like a glow stick anymore in this movie right?" You jokingly asked.

Instead of a verbal response, you got the sound of the FaceTime call ending. You laughed out loud and placed your phone on the charger and turned back to the movie.

Meanwhile with Jenna, she rolled her eyes secretly amused as she hung up on you. It was starting to get hard for her to ignore the growing feelings she had for you. She stalked your Instagram, staring at each photo for at least 10 minutes. She stayed up late last night and watch all your YouTube videos.

“Okay, since you’re not showing yet. The dress still fits perfectly but we will loosen it up around the waist just touch” Thom complimented.

Jenna looked at herself in the mirror, “I feel good in it. It feels good, I’m really happy with it” Jenna smiled.

Thom and Jenna continued discussing the dress some more before Thom had to leave to another client. He bid Jenna a bye and congratulations and left the building. Now, it was just Enrique, Nancy, Hudson, and Big L in the room.

A phone alert has Jenna snapping her head to her phone but unfortunately it was not her phone that made the sound. Enrique snorts at Jenna’s actions. An embarrassed blushed appears on her face.

“Shut up Enrique” Jenna mumbled.

“I’ve never seen like this before. It’s adorable” Enrique chuckled.

“It’s just hormones” Jenna lied.

“Yeah no it’s not. You know it’s okay to like her right. I mean the both of you kinda skipped a couple of steps but it’s good to backtrack” Enrique joked.

Jenna playfully punched his shoulder which made him laugh. Nancy let out a little giggle at the home. Hudson just grumbled something incoherent to himself.

“What does she look like anyway? I wanna see if your baby is going to be ugly or not” Enrique said.

Jenna rolled her eyes and grabbed her phone. She went to Instagram and went to your profile.

“This is the most recent photo” Jenna said.

liked by jennaortega, davis, and 12,683 people

bronxshiesty no bite marks no scratches and no hickeys

“Oh my….she got a brother?” Enrique asked.

Jenna laughed, “She does actually but he lives in Barbados.”

“I always wanted to go to Barbados. When’s my vacation?” He joked.

Jenna just shook her head while laughing. She carefully took off the dress and Enrique hung it up on the mannequin.

“You know it still hasn’t fully hit me that you’re about to become an actual mother. Shit is wild” Enrique commented.

“You and me both. I downloaded this pregnancy app and currently my baby is the size of a large strawberry” Jenna smiled and placed her hand on her stomach.

“Ain’t all strawberries large though?” Nancy questioned.

“I guess not” Jenna shrugged and sat down in a chair. Her stomach growled loudly.

“Get used to that. You’re gonna wanna eat twice more than usual.” Nancy said.

A text message alert can heard throughout the room. Jenna picked up her phone.

NYC 🩵: yo u got anything else to do today?

Hollywood 🤰🏻: no I’m free for the rest of the day

Hollywood 🤰🏻: why?

NYC 🩵: I want to see you

Jenna’s heart fluttered at the message. She bit her lip and smirked.

Hollywood 🤰🏻: what are we gonna do?

Jenna watched as the text bubbles appear and then disappeared. It happened a few more times before the text bubbles stayed.

NYC 🩵: i mean…whatever you wanna do shawty. I’m down with whatever 😁

“Let me guess, it’s her” Enrique smirked and tried to peek at Jenna’s phone she turned away. “Ohh not y’all sending spicy messages”.

“We’re not sending spicy messages. She just said she wants to see me” Jenna smiled.

“See you as in watching movies or see you as in Neighbors know my name?” Enrique joked.

Suddenly, a loud slam can be heard throughout the room. Everyone looked confused at the sudden sound and disappearance of Hudson. But shrugged it off.

Hollywood 🤰🏻: I’m hungry

NYC 🩵: what u want

Hollywood 🤰🏻: seafood

NYC 🩵: u like seafood boils? I know a banging spot that I can get

Hollywood 🤰🏻: absolutely

NYC 🩵: bet 🫡

“You’re all finished for the day Jenna. Go spend it with your baby momma” Nancy said.

“Thanks guys” Jenna said and grabbed her things. She hugged Enrique and Nancy before walking to the door.

“Don’t get pregnant…oh wait” Enrique joked.

Jenna stuck up her middle finger and Enrique and Nancy’s laugh can be heard as she left the room.

🤰🏻🩵

45 minutes later, Jenna finally arrived at your apartment. She texted you that you were here. A couple of minutes later, you came down in a gray tank top, gray shorts, and your slides.

“Yo Hollywood” You greeted and helped her out of the SUV. Jenna smiled and wrapped her arms around your waist. It was unexpected but you wrapped your free arm around her back and hugged her tight.

Jenna looked up you with a certain spark in her eyes. You noticed but decided to look away from her.

“Big L, I got you a boil too. You ain’t allergic to seafood right?” You asked.

“Nah I’m not. Appreciate it though” Big L said appreciative and took the bag of food. You nodded in response.

The two of you then head into the apartment complex. You lived on the 6th floor of the building, the nicest floor out the entire building. When you applied for the place, the landlord tried to stick you in a moldy and roaches infested apartment but one of the neighbors put you on game and helped you get this one.

“Welcome to mi casa” You said as you walked into your apartment. It was two bedroom and one bathroom. Their was music softly playing throughout the apartment from your speaker on the counter.

Jenna looked around the thankfully, clean apartment.

“Not bad” Jenna playfully shrugged.

“Yeah it’s not the high rise, plants in the windows, Hollywood type of apartment but it’s something” You chuckled.

Jenna giggled and sat down at the dining table with the food.

“I didn’t get yours with sauce on it. I got it on the side, it’s a Cajun style sauce and it’s a little spicy. I looked up if pregnant woman can eat spicy stuff, they said it was safe but might cause heartburn or indigestion so I also got a lemon garlic sauce too just in case.” You ranted.

Jenna looked at you with admiration in her eyes, “Thank you. I like spicy stuff so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

You smiled and the two of you engaged in a light conversation as you ate. You took the sausages from her bag and you gave her your corn. You also helped her with cracking the crab legs open and showing her how to get the meat in one piece.

You and Jenna finish your food and clean up before sitting on the couch. You sat in the middle while she sat at the end with her back against the armrest and her feet in your lap.

“Are you wishing for a boy or girl?” Jenna asked.

“I’m wishing for a healthy baby. I genuinely don’t care if it’s a boy or girl” You shrugged.

“Good answer. I want a girl though” Jenna said.

“That’s surprising. Most mothers want boys” You said.

“Girls are more fun in my opinion. But either way I’m going to love our child regardless of gender” Jenna stated.

She then sat up, scooted closer, and looked at the number tattoo on your wrist. “What’s this mean?”

“It’s my angel number. 555. It’s means change. Changes are coming and that I shouldn’t be worry or scared just have trust in the process” You explained.

“What about this one?” Jenna said as she pointed to another tattoo. This one was a small writing.

“Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes. It was my second ever tattoo. Believe it or not I was a shy kid before my junior year. I used to let people walk over me and bully me and take me for advantage. That was until the last day of sophomore year, I was on the yearbook committee and I had a really good idea but I was too scared and one of the other students stole it and took credit for it. My yearbook teacher pulled me aside one day and told me she knew I was the one that came with the idea. She told me, “you’re never going to get what you want if you never speak up. Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes because you never know who could be listening”. It’s a quote that stuck with me ever since” You explained.

“You had a great teacher” Jenna commented.

“Yeah, she reached out to me a couple of months ago and told me she loved my videos. It was wholesome” You smiled. Your hand start to rub her thigh unconsciously. “What about you? You got any ink?” You asked.

“Nope. I want one though. Maybe for my first one I’ll get our baby’s name behind my ear” Jenna answered. You nodded in response and continued rubbing her thigh. Your eyes kept looking down to her soft lips.

You wanted to feel them on yours, it’s been a minute since you felt any intimacy. You were longing for her soft touch.

Jenna’s eyes traveled down to your hand. She was starting to grow hot. Her hormones making it very difficult to keep in check.

“Jah?” Jenna called out.

“Hmm?” You hummed in response.

“Kiss me” Jenna demanded softly.

You leaned in and connected your lips to hers. Jenna immediately deepened the kiss as soon as she could. She climbed into your lap and her hands were placed on your cheeks. You placed your hands on hips. The kiss was starting to get sloppy and eager.

Jenna pulled away and took off her top leaving her in her navy blue bra. Her lips then latched onto your neck.

“You know…we should…talk about our relationship” You struggled to get out due to the pleasure.

Jenna placed butterfly kisses on your neck until her lips found your pulse. She then began to suck on the area. Your hands gripped her waist tighter and a small hiss escaped your lips. She smirked against you, happy that she found your sweet spot. She continued sucking until she felt satisfied with the hickey she left on your skin.

Your lips connect once more, your tongues clash and you slide your right hand up her back. Your fingers find her bra strap and with one hand you undo it. You help her pull it off your body. This time your lips leaves hers and attach them to her sweet spot. A sigh of pleasure leaves her lips and her hand gets tangled in your hair.

Your left hand grabs onto her slightly larger breast and begins to massage them.

Thank god for this pregnancy.

Your fingers rolling and pleasurably tugging at her hardened nub. The hand in your hair start to scratch at your scalp which felt really good. You take your attention away from her hickey littered neck.

Yikes, her make up person is going to have a field day with that.

Your lips clamp around her nub. Your tongue swipe over it a few times before sucking on it.

“Oh my god” Jenna moaned softly.

You let your teeth graze over it just a tad bit before switching your attention to the other breast. While you were giving her breasts attention, Jenna slipped down a little to sit on your knees before her hand found it’s way into your sweatpants. Her warm hand quickly found their prize. The long and girthy beast that was growing in your pants.

You pull away from her breasts and look into her lust filled eyes. You lifted your hips and pushed your sweatpants along with your underwear off your hips. Jenna got up from your legs and pushed the rest of it off your legs. She got on her knees in front of you.

Her small hand wrapped around your third leg. It jerked in her hand at her touch which she smirked at. She placed small kisses up and down your shaft until she got to the tip. Her tongue circled around it, her eyes never leaving yours. You lick your lips as she takes you into her mouth.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Your head fell back against the cushions and your right hand tangle themselves in her hair.

One hand at the base of your shaft and the other rested on your thigh. Jenna started to bob her head up and down. Her muffled moans sending vibrations against your member which made you hiss.

“Damn girl” You hissed and licked your lips. You pushed her head down farther. You were deep in her throat, tears were pooling in her eyes. Jenna then took you fully in her mouth, her nose was touching your pelvic area. Your eyes slightly widened, you can feel her uvula grazing across you. She stayed there for a second, flexing her throat until it got hard to breathe and she pulled you out of her mouth. Her hand continuing to pump your length.

Once she got her breath back, she swallowed you while again. You grabbed a fistful of her hair and helped her bob her head up and down at a fast pace.

You were close, the knot in your stomach started to tighten.

“Fuck Jenna” You moaned.

Her nails dug into your thigh, enjoying the way your tip abused the back of her throat. You start to pant as you got closer and closer. Before you knew it, you halted her head before you felt your length twitch as it emptied into her mouth.

You relaxed into the couch, sweat glistening on your face. Jenna milked you for every last drop before she pulled you out of her mouth. She showed you the thick substance in her mouth before closing it and swallowing.

“Me gusta esa mierda extraña (I like that freaky shit)” You spoke.

“You know even though it’s sexy. It’s not fair when you speak Spanish knowing I have no clue what you’re saying” Jenna pouted.

“Chupa para chuparte fraude (Sucks to suck you fraud)” You shrugged with a chuckle.

Jenna sucks her teeth before standing up. She goes to walk away but you grab her hand.

“I’m joking. I’ll teach you Spanish if you want me too” You said. She stood in front of you. You pulled her down and interlocked your lips again. This kiss you guys took it slow, building the mood again, even though it technically never left. You pulled her pants down her legs until she kicked them off somewhere.

You stood up and hoisted Jenna up. She wrapped her legs around your waist. You walked until her back made contact with the wall in your bedroom. Your fingers pulled her underwear to the side and you ran your middle finger through her folds.

Damn, she was mad wet. She got that WAP.

Your middle finger massaged her clit. A whine left her lips as you flicked her clit and her hand gripped the back of your neck.

“Jah…” She moaned.

Unbeknownst to you, she was close to the edge. Usually, she lasts a lot longer than this. You barely touched her and she was already close to the edge. This pregnancy was making everything heightened.

You pull her from the wall and lay her on the bed. You were on your knees to the side of you, you took her underwear off before you slipped your middle and ring finger inside her.

“Fuck!” Jenna gasped.

Your long fingers worked their magic, quickly finding the rough spongy spot inside her. A loud moan ripped through her as she arched her back. Her hands gripping the bed sheets tightly.

“I’m…about to cu-” Jenna choked on her words as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She stilled with her back arched to sky and eyes squeezed shut. There was a pool under her and your hand was soaked to the max.

You were slightly surprised at how fast she came. You didn’t complain though.

“Holy shit, that was intense” Jenna swallowed harshly. She relaxed her body on your bed, her chest was still rising and falling rapidly.

“I’m good at what I do” You smirked.

Exhaustion creeped in and Jenna struggled to keep her eyes open.

“No way I just fingered you to sleep” You laughed.

“Shut up” Jenna mumbled sleepily.

You chuckled as you grabbed some boxers from your drawer and pulled them on. You grab an old T-shirt from your drawer.

“Here put this on” You said and handed her the T-shirt. Jenna lazily put it on while you changed the blanket on your bed. Jenna crawled into your soft queen sized bed and curled up in your blanket.

You locked up your place and put the blanket and her clothes in the wash. Before going back to your room to see Jenna fast asleep. You climbed in the bed and stared up at the ceiling. As soon as you closed your eyes, you felt Jenna scoot closer to you. You turned your head towards her to see her grabbing your hand. You placed your hand in hers and she placed it on her stomach. You turned your body to her, spooning her. She relaxed into your hold and fell back asleep. You soon followed with a big smile on your face.

🤰🏻🩵

It was the next morning, you and Jenna were currently at the obstetrician's office waiting for the doctor to return to do the physical exam. The two of you got to know Dr. Nightngale better and vice versa. Her daughter was a fan of Jenna's which didn't bother or surprise the girl.

When it came down to asking questions about the other parent, Dr. Nightingale was stunned to learn that you were. Questions were thrown at you, which didn't bother you. You were used to people asking questions about being intersex. You were asked questions about it from the minute you could speak full sentences.

When you were younger, you used to go into full details but they got boring real quick. So you opted to tell people a quick summary. Which was 'I was an experiment from Area 51. My father was a spy that fell in love with an alien'. Most people didn't find it funny.

“What to expect when expecting?” You read aloud. It was a pamphlet that you picked up from the front desk. All morning you were reading up on anything related to pregnancy. You wanted to at least have a little bit of knowledge of what’s happening. Plus, it was kinda interesting learning about everything.

“Holy shit” You gasped as you were instantly hit with the sight of a stretched-out vagina…not the kind of stretched you want.

You look at the pamphlet with a disgusted look and then over to Jenna. The girl looking at you with an amused expression.

“I’m so sorry” You apologize to the girl.

A knock on the door was heard and Dr. Nightingale came in.

“Alright, Ms. Ortega and Ms. Jimenez are you guys ready to see your little bundle of joy," Dr. Nightingale asked.

Jenna was laid back in the exam chair with a sheet covering her breasts. Her slightly protruding belly was out in the open. You got up to stand next Jenna and also see the screen. You felt a shaking hand grab yours.

"You okay?" You asked the shaking girl.

"I'm nervous. I'm finally realizing how real this is" Jenna gulped.

"It's normal to be nervous. But I'm right here." You reassured the girl. She gave you a smile and a quick squeeze of your hand. Dr. Nightingale smiled at the interaction between the two of you. She put the gel on the medical instrument.

"Okay, this is going to be cold." Dr. Nightingale warned. She put the instrument on Jenna's belly, who flinched slightly at the sudden coldness of the gel. She moved the instrument around a little before a little body appears on the screen. The room was then filled with a rhythmic thumping.

"Oh my god" Jenna gasped at the screen. Her eyes started to fill up with tears at the sight. You, on the other hand, couldn't stop looking at the screen. You had a huge smile on your face.

"Your baby has a strong heartbeat. You are about 11 weeks pregnant. 2 months almost 3 if you like to go by months. Judging by the date of conception, you are due to give birth on November 28. But there's also a possibility that you could give birth in December" Dr. Nightingale said. She starts to take pictures of the baby.

“A Sagittarius baby…oh lord” Jenna joked.

“Better than a Scorpio” You shrugged.

Dr. Nightingale continued the exam. Everything coming up clear for both the baby and Jenna which you were happy about.

“When are we able to know the gender?” Jenna asked.

“By 14 weeks but I like to do it around 19-20 week mark so it can be accurate” Dr. Nightingale asked.

“What about sex?” You impulsively asked.

“Jah” Jenna sighed and rolled her eyes.

“What? It’s a smart question to ask” You defended.

Dr. Nightingale laughed, “One of the most common questions we get. Sex is completely fine to continue doing. It’s actually beneficial, it can ease discomfort or pain, great for physical health, and a good partner bonding experience. But I would highly recommend still using condoms because STI/STDs are still a thing.”

You smirked and nodded at the response. Jenna just smack your arm as she rolled her eyes.

“Any more questions?” Dr. Nightingale asked.

The both of you shook your heads no.

“Okay, well that is it for today. I’ll see you guys next month. Congratulations to you both” The older woman smiled and left the room. You helped Jenna wipe the gel off her stomach and she puts her shirt back on.

“You know…last night I said something to you. We were kind of busy so I don’t know if you heard me” You said.

“What did you say?” Jenna asked.

“I said we should talk about this. You know…us” You gestured to the two of you.

“What’s there to talk about? We’re just two people who had sex and are now having a baby together.” Jenna shrugged.

You furrowed your face, “Is that how you see us? Just two people having a baby?”

“Not just two complete strangers. Like friends” Jenna said. She watched you as you stared at her with no emotion on your face.

“Friends” You muttered and nodded.

Not gonna lie, the statement hurt you. You didn’t want to be just friends with her. You wanted to be more. You liked her and you thought she liked you too but you guess wrong. You respected her decision though despite the mental pain it brought you.

Just friends…

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[mulletpermsicantlookaway]

The Jockification of Jeremy, Part 5: The Conclusion

This is the fifth and final part of the story of Jeremy's jockification. For parts 1-4 and the earlier stories on which this was based, see the earlier posts.

I stopped outside Coach Sanders’s office. The door was closed, and I knocked. I heard the coach’s voice telling me to come in, so I opened the door. Coach Sanders was sitting behind his desk, and Coach Halvorson, the wrestling coach, was standing next to it. A young dude I’d never seen before, kind of small but with a wiry build, sat in the chair across from the desk. He was wearing a wrestling singlet. I said, “Sorry, Coach, I didn’t know you were busy. I can come back.”

“No, Jeremy, come in, come in! I was just telling Chase here that you could take him to wrestling practice with you. Coach Halvorson is happy to have him join the team.” The young dude I’d never seen before stood up and faced me with a slow grin. It was Chase, but I honestly didn’t recognize him at first. His thick red hair was styled into some kind of flattop, maybe an inch long and spiky on top, with the back and sides fading to stubble. It looked cool on him, but I’d never noticed before how prominent his ears were. That’s probably why he’d always kept his hair long before. That infectious smile and his big ears gave him a charming, slightly goofy look, not at all intimidating. Where someone like James or Derek had a face that said, “You don’t want to mess with me,” Chase’s face was saying, “Hey, bro, I’ll be your friend if you’ll be mine.” His big, wide open, blue eyes smiled at me under heavy eyebrows, and red stubble spread across his cheeks, chin, and upper lip. With his sharper features, he looked older: definitely a young man despite his small stature. He did seem slightly taller, and while his muscles were still not very developed – for now – he was noticeably toned. The singlet fit him snugly and framed a massive package, the sight of which sent my cock straining in my shorts. A scattering of soft chest hairs peeked tantalizingly above the U-neck of the singlet. He radiated a sexy confidence that seemed easy-going more than cocky. I was blown away. He was unbelievably attractive to me, so much so that I felt a pang of fear: what if this incredibly hot bro didn’t love me anymore?

“Chase, baby, are you feeling better now? I’ve been so worried about you!”

“Bro, I feel fucking awesome now!” he said in a sexy bro voice, deeper than ever. That new grin of his got even wider. “But I’ve missed you, babe. I guess Coach and I got to talking about me going out for wrestling and I lost track of time. I made the team, Jeremy. What do you think?”

“I think you’re unbelievably hot in that singlet is what I think. You’re sure you feel okay?”

A confused look dimmed his smile for a moment. “I told you, bro, I feel great, but, like, today’s a total blank. Did I pass out or something? I don’t even remember coming to school. I guess that’s why I feel a little disoriented or whatever. Babe, could you, like, help me make sure I’ve got all of my assignments and shit – uh, sorry about the language, Coach, don’t know why I’m cursing so much today – so the teachers don’t get on my ass and get me in trouble with the team.”

“Yeah, sure, babe,” I said. “I’ll take care of you.”

Chase and I headed to wrestling practice then. It was surreal. Not only did he seem to know exactly what to do on the mat, he was joking and joshing around with the other bros as if he’d been doing it all his life. After practice, we hit the weight room. Then, once we’d showered, Chase dressed himself in the outfit he found in his locker: compression shorts, loose basketball shorts, T-shirt, sweatshirt, socks, and gym shoes. I’d never seen the clothes before and neither had he. There was no sign of what he’d worn to school, but Chase didn’t question that or seem fazed in the least. Once he was dressed, Chase made a convincing jock, even if everything about him except his package was still on the small side. I had just finished dressing when James lumbered up and looked both of us up and down slowly, his expression unreadable other than the slightest of smirks. Whatever he was thinking, all he said was, “Hey, if you bros want to watch the game tonight, Tyler, Derek, Zach, and a few others are coming over to Steve’s place.”

“Excellent, bro, sounds like a plan,” said Chase. “Catch you there!”

After the game, Zach and I and a few other bros walked him back to my house. I had already set it up that Chase would spend the night at my place. I hadn’t forgotten what James had told me, and I wanted to make sure that Chase adjusted to his new life as easily as possible. After we’d said good-bye to Zach and the others and had gone up to my room, I asked him again how he was feeling.

“Mostly pretty awesome, dude,” he said. “But I still feel a little off, somehow, you know? Not quite myself. And I feel like a total dumbass about today, bro. I mean, obviously I went to school, but I just don’t remember anything before wrestling practice. What the fuck happened to me?”

“Well, babe, you weren’t feeling well when we got to school, so I took you to Coach Sanders’s office to ask him if you could lie down on that couch he’s got, you know, in that little room off the main locker room.”

“Oh, yeah, bro,” he said. “I remember now. I think he put on some video or something. I must have been pretty out of it, because I don’t remember anything after that. Glad I didn’t miss practice, though. That would have been bummer. I don’t want to get kicked off the team. I barely made it as it is, being this small.”

“Yeah, but you’re a strong little dude. You were cleaning up on the mat, bro, and you’ll be buffing out a lot more soon, don’t worry. Besides, you’re fucking hot, and you’re only going to get hotter. And now that I finally have you alone, I know something that’ll make you feel better. At least, it always has before,” I said with a wicked grin as I started to kiss him.

Chase had always been passionate; now he was practically insatiable. After an orgasm so intense I literally couldn’t see, Chase finally came himself and started to calm down. But what he said at this point took me completely by surprise.

“I needed that badly, I think,” he said. “Whoa, that’s different.”

“What’s different, baby?” I asked.

“My brain, bro. That really, like, slowed it down. I don’t feel weird or off now at all. I feel, like, calm. At peace. And –” he said, with that goofy new grin of his spread from big ear to big ear, “I’m a total jock now, bro. Whoa. It’s actually hard to remember that I wasn’t always a jock. Fuck. I had no idea how annoying I used to be. But I was different. Somehow you made me like this, didn’t you, Jeremy? It’s okay to tell me, you know. You’re my best bro, you’re my boyfriend, I love you, and you’re absolutely fucking hot. But I want to know what happened.”

“Chase, babe, are you sure you feel okay?”

“Yeah, Jeremy, I feel awesome. I told you that. Now quit putting me off and tell me what happened before I try to fucking beat the shit out of you. I know you’re bigger than I am and I’d probably lose, but I still want to know.”

“Okay, babe, I’ll try, but you have to realize it’s hard for me to remember everything myself now. You know how you can’t remember much of today? I’ve got the same problem. You see, when I started to change, you know, I didn’t realize what was happening to me. And once I had changed, I was, well, apparently, I was kind of – catching – you know? So, when you and I started to make out, you started to change, too. You have to believe me, Chase, I didn’t know that was going to happen. I loved you then and I love you now, and I never wanted to hurt you. But once I could see that you were changing the way I had, there wasn’t anything I else I could do but try to help you through it, somehow. And today,” I continued, starting to sob, “Today, you needed more help than I could give you, so I took you to the coach, and he took care of you, you know, so that you’d be okay, but I was so worried about you I could hardly make it through the day. And now you’re so hot and sexy, and I’m so happy, you know, for you and for us, but I still feel I did you wrong somehow. And I feel awful about that.”

Chase didn’t say anything, but he hugged me and held me close while I finished crying. Then he put his hand on my tear-streaked face and looked me in the eyes.

“Jeremy, babe, don’t be sad. I’m glad you told me. I love you, too. I know you could never mean to hurt me. I know I’m different now than I was, but it’s okay. I love it, and I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life. And think about it, bro: it’s better for both of us to be jocks, anyway. It was kind of hard on me, I think, being your boyfriend before, when you were a jock and I wasn’t. Especially when we were around the other bros. Now that problem’s solved. But dude, am I going to be a fucking moron now?”

“Not all jocks are dumb, you know, babe. But the answer is I don’t know. You don’t seem any dumber to me. Do you feel dumber?”

“I don’t know yet,” Chase sighed. “Maybe not, but here’s the deal: if I do turn out dumb, it serves me right for thinking all jocks are dumb in the first place. Anyway, it’ll be okay. I’m happy. That’s what counts.”

“Honestly, babe, I don’t think you could be too dumb if you can still talk like that. But if you do turn out to be a moron, bro, you’ll be the sexiest moron at school. And I’ll use every brain cell I’ve got left to help you with your homework, I promise.”

“Talk about the blind leading the blind, bro,” he said, that grin of his wider than ever. “Sorry, bro, I’m just pulling your chain. It would be a fucking honor to be helped by the sexiest dumb jock at school, even if you give me all the wrong answers. But enough of that shit. Ready for another round, sexy?”

“Geez, Chase, I’m still worn out from the last one. But if you insist.”

“Yeah, bro, we’ve got to work on your endurance training. We’re going to be doing a lot more of this, just so you know.”

“I guess I’ll just have to get in better shape, then, Coach. Where do you want me?”

“Right where you are will do just fine,” Chase said. “Now drop and give me, well, let’s just say keep going until I tell you to stop. If I tell you to stop.”

The next day began the best part of my life so far. Chase and I became the second out gay jock couple, and every day we continued to grow stronger, both physically and in our love for each other. Chase still isn’t very tall; about a month after his transformation, he stood about 5’9”, just a bit shorter than James, but he’s turning into one sexy hunk of muscle. As for me, I’ve topped out for now at about 6’3”, an inch taller than Steve, but not as tall as some of the other bros on the basketball team. I couldn’t imagine my life any better: I had my bros, workouts, basketball, wrestling, and, best of all, the sexiest boyfriend I could imagine. I loved Chase’s sexy new body.  I loved his equally sexy new personality, too, although I’ll admit it took some getting used to. Chase and I had been best friends since we were kids, but honestly, the old Chase could be a bit of a jerk, and he didn’t have many friends. Well, whatever Coach did for him (or to him), he’s an absolute sweetheart now. And he's everyone’s friend, and everyone loves him, even the nerds and the geeks.

James did ask Chase if he remembered anything of Coach’s video, but Chase barely remembers that there was a video, so James’s research won’t get any help there. It’s too bad. I’d like us to help James. Knowing him a little better now, I know he’s not really as mean as he looks; it’s hard for a hulking football jock like him not to look intimidating. But he clearly likes to be intimidating. He could soften his look a little if he wanted to, but he keeps that thick, dark hair of his buzzed so short that he’s practically bald. He must cut it himself, unless Steve does it, or he’d be at the barber’s every week. And his personality is as intimidating as his looks. He can sound like a total bro one moment and like a teacher the next, although he almost never shows his smart side in front of the other bros. I’m always surprised that Tyler’s his best friend, since Tyler seems like a more typical jock, and a little dense to boot. I guess they both used to be pretty different, but I don’t know much about that. None of the bros who used to be different want to talk about it. I get that; I don’t want to talk about myself, either, so I’d be the last dude to go to James and say, “Hey, bro, so what were you and Tyler like when you used to be nerds?” It’s so not going to happen. I can just imagine the look James would give me. See, while all of the bros can do some version of the one-eyebrow-raised, cocky jock smirk and the shit-eating grin, James can also fix you with an utterly dead stare that makes you want to back up in a hurry. He can smile, and he’s cute when he does, but about the only time you see him smile is when he’s with Steve. Then it totally lights up his face. He and Steve clearly love each other ton; it’s obvious when you see them together.

Chase and I love each other every bit as much, which is amazing considering how much we’ve both changed. I’ll be honest, Chase does seem a bit dumber than he was before, but he’s so sweet, and if he messes up in class, he’s so cool about it that people laugh with him rather than at him. I think he could do better, but he doesn’t seem to want to. One time when I asked him about missing some obvious question in class, he said, “Look, bro. I don’t remember too much about what I was like before, and I don’t like to, because I know I didn’t like myself much. I like who I am now a ton better. I probably could work a little harder, but I don’t want to, well, be a jerk again. I’m like, atoning, you know? If people want to think I’m a dumbass, what I think is that I was more of a dumbass when I acted smarter, if you follow me. Besides, our bro James loves to help me with my homework. Gives him some exercise for that big brain of his. I’m doing both of us a favor; he always holds back in front of the other bros, so he doesn’t come off like a know-it-all. Don’t worry about it, babe. Everything’s fine.”

“Knowing you, babe,” I said, “I hope you don’t, like, pretend not to get something just to make James work harder.”

“Of course I do, bro! He needs the conditioning. How’s he going to get better at tutoring dumbasses if I don’t train him for it?”

“Have I told you today how fucking cute you are?”

“Maybe,” Chase said. “I don’t remember. But you can tell me again.”

“Okay, you are too fucking cute! Just don’t let James figure out what you’re doing.”

“Come on, bro! He knows exactly what I’m doing. It’s our thing. Someone’s got to mess with that boy. He’s so big no one else dares to. The only bros that could stand up to him are Derek and Tyler, and they’re not going to do it, but you know me, right? Someone’s got to try.”

“You are something else, babe. Truly something else.”

“Hey, Jeremy, I just think that life’s fun, and everyone should be enjoying it.”

“Well put, babe. No wonder you’re so happy.”

“By the way, babe,” Chase said. “You ever notice that fancy chess set Steve’s got in his bedroom?”

“Yeah, but what were you doing in his bedroom?”

“I was doing homework, bro. That’s where James helps me with my homework. There’s more room there than at his place. Anyway, I saw the set and thought I’d challenge Steve to a game.”

“Seriously? What’d Steve say?”

“He kind of stared at me and said, ��Bro, I don’t know about that. I really don’t do any of that nerd shit anymore. I mean, dude, I haven’t fucking played chess since…’

“And then James broke in and said, ‘Since you joined the football team, you mean. You know, bros, it’d be an interesting experiment. Go ahead, Steve-o. Try it for me. Let’s see what happens.’”

“And what happened?”

“So, Steve grabbed the set and mumbled something about only doing it because James wanted him to. And then he stood there for a minute looking puzzled before he set up the board, and we started playing.”

“And then?”

“Oh, he creamed me, babe. I always did stink at chess. But I wish you could have seen it: Steve sitting there playing chess in a backwards baseball cap, basketball shorts, and a tank top showing all his muscles, bouncing one hairy leg up and down the whole time with his size 15 feet. We should do that at school sometime. It’d blow the nerds’ minds. I don’t know if it’ll happen, though.”

“Why, babe?”

“Well, he seemed restless, and when we finished the game, James asked him what it was like, and Steve said, ‘It’s weird, Jimbo. It feels super strange. I still know how to play and all, and it was okay, but it just seems boring. It was really hard to sit still and remember what I was doing.’

“And James stood there with one of those blank looks he gets, making some notes, and then he said something like ‘Thanks for trying for me, Steve-o. I can’t believe I never asked, but why’d you keep the set?’

“And Steve said, ‘Mom and Dad gave it to me, bro. That’s one reason. But the real reason is the same reason you keep your old comic books.’

“And James said, ‘I get it, Steve-o. They bore me, too, but I can’t get rid of them. Not yet.’”

“Wow, babe,” I said, “There is a lot going on with those two, isn’t there?”

“They are intense, bro!” Chase said. “And they’re a little scary. But the pet names, that’s just fucking cute and still totally dudebro. And they are so completely into each other, just as much as you and I are. Makes me wonder, babe, speaking of Steve’s bedroom, how you ever got them to make out with you. They don’t seem like the type to want a three-way.”

“What the fuck?” My mouth gaped open in shock. “Did James and Steve tell you about that?”

“No, babe. They never said a word. Those two know how to keep secrets, unlike you.” Chase was grinning from big ear to big ear. “I knew the whole time, you lunkhead, from the beginning! After all, babe, isn’t that how this whole story started?”

I sat down, absolutely flabbergasted. “You knew the whole time?”

“Honestly, babe, for someone who’s not all that dumb you can be pretty clueless. I had a huge crush on you, but you kept drooling over the jocks. It hurt, Jeremy. I can’t say it didn’t. But that’s all over now, babe, and if you’re still feeling guilty, you know, over making out with them, don’t be, okay.”

“Chase, baby, I am so, so sorry! Everything that happened is totally my fault. I’ve really been a jerk, haven’t I?”

“Jeremy, it was not totally your fault. Let it go. Sure, you were thinking with your dong, dude, but so was I. You couldn’t have known what would happen.”

“But you had to go through, well, you know, everything, just because of me!”

“Jeremy, babe, there you’re wrong. Completely. I chose to go through everything because of you.”

Chase sat down beside me, still smiling, looking me right in the eyes. My mouth was open so wide my jaw should have been sitting on the floor. I said, “You mean, you knew everything – all along?”

“Oh, bro, not exactly that way, no. At first, I thought you were just going through a phase or something, just trying to be more like Steve and James because you were attracted to them. Then you started really changing, and suddenly you were a jock, like overnight. That’s when I knew something was up. But you’d turned into your own wet dream, and how could I compete with that? So yeah, bro, I avoided you for a while. But when you told me you loved me, I was so happy, because you were all I ever wanted. But I was unhappy, too, babe, because I knew it was going to be hard if I wasn’t a jock, too. I knew right then that I was going to have to join you. And that was hard, too, babe.”

“Then you knew, like, when we made out the first time?”

“Well, bro, I wasn’t sure exactly what had happened to you, but I knew you’d changed after being with Steve and James. I was absolutely going to make out with you no matter what, so I figured I would see if I started noticing any changes afterwards. If not, I was going to go to Steve and James and beg them to help me. But it was obvious the next day that I was already starting to change. I could feel it. But of course, I wasn’t sure exactly what was going to happen, and I won’t say it was easy, babe, but I was beyond happy, because I knew I was turning into your wet dream at last.”

“Oh, babe, I just – I can’t believe you did all that just for me.”

“Thanks, babe. It means a ton. And I did do it for you, but I did it for me, too. I got what I wanted, after all: you.”

“And you’re still happy?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely! I love being a jock! It’s funny, bro, I wanted to be a jock just to turn you on, but I never dreamed I’d actually like it. What a dumbass I was! I thought, ‘It’ll be okay as long as Jeremy loves me.’ It’s so much better than okay, dude. You should have told me. And what’s even funnier is that I’m a much better person. I thought I’d turn into some dumb brute, but I’m actually popular. People fucking like me, dude! And what’s more important, I like them, and I like myself, too. And, let’s face it, bro, I was kind of mean little bitch before. So, Jeremy, my love, if you are still feeling sorry for yourself or bad for me, don’t. Just don’t. You have nothing to regret, and I certainly don’t, either. I can’t imagine my life being any better.”

It almost goes without saying, bros, but Chase and I had an amazing marathon make-out session after that conversation. Until then, I hadn’t realized how much my guilt at not being honest with Chase had been hanging over our relationship and preventing me from fully enjoying my new life. And that brings us almost to the end of my story, at least for now. There’s just one odd thing I should report. Remember that nerd Ben from my European History class? I’d kind of forgotten about him and how he was a jerk to me in class the day I’d brought Chase to Coach Sanders. I had more important stuff to think about than Ben; I’d kind of forgotten about him entirely. But today in class, I noticed him acting really strange. For one, he was way quieter than usual, hardly saying a word. I thought at first he was just avoiding me, which he had good reason to do, but then I noticed he was avoiding everyone, even that friend of his, Devin or whatever his name is. Devin kept asking him what was wrong, but Ben wasn’t telling him. And clearly something was wrong. He looked pale and sweaty, and his eyes looked hollow, too, as if he hadn’t slept much. The other weird thing is that he was wearing sweatpants to school, which I’d never seen him do before. Wherever he got them from, they could use a good wash, because they’re kind of giving off a funky locker-room reek. Obviously, I’m pretty used to jock smell, so this has got to be pretty strong for me to notice it, right? Maybe he’s got a jock brother away at college and borrowed his unwashed sweatpants for some reason. But that’s just strange, and it doesn’t make any sense. He doesn’t look comfortable walking in them, either; he’s doing this weird kind of shuffle and sway that looks super awkward. I have no idea what could be going on, but the whole thing reminded me that Derek had said something that day about talking to the coach about Ben. Well, whatever Derek had in mind, I’m going to tell him to lay off. The way that Ben dude is moping around, something major is going on in his life. He clearly doesn’t need any more stress on my account. I mean, I know he’s a nerd, but now I kind of feel sorry for the little bro.

[cosmicpearlz]

aching bones

summary: exes are supposed to be okay with each other having feelings for another person. but not when it’s your best friend. maybe things aren’t what they seem.

pairing: chad meeks martin x fem!reader, some tara carpenter x chad meeks martin

a/n: this is kinda long and it goes through different povs but i hope you enjoy! <3

chad was the love of your life in a distant time. he had been your first everything. at some point, you guys decided it would be best to let the relationship go. mutually agreeing that the arguments and fighting were tiresome. that didn’t stop you guys from being friends and still hanging out with each other.

tara, your best friend, had helped you all throughout the break up. seeing you at you worse but being there to pick up all the pieces and mend the brokenness. you didn’t know what’d you do without her.

“tara! what are you wearing to the party?” you hollered at her from down the hallway, as you made your way to her room. you opened the door to find the girl with three different hangers in her hands.

“i’m thinking about doing a dress but then there’s these cute pants. but then y/n, there’s the cute mini skirt,” she turns to you with a pout on her face.

“help me!”

“babes, i dunno how to help you,” it was hard to contain your laughter. tara frowned even harder, causing her eyebrows to turn downward too.

“y/n!”

“okay okay,” you grabbed the hangers out of her hands and inspected each item carefully. you hand her the purple mini skirt, hanging the other two pieces back into her closet. you go into her dresser and grab a white halter top to throw at her.

“hey! i said help not be aggressive.”

“there. now, shower and get dressed. i’m ready to dance the night away. does sam know you’re going?” she rolled her hands at your teasing smirk.

“yes asshole. now get out of my room! by the way, your outfit is too cute!” she gestures to your sheer black rhinestone dress that you paired with black spandex underneath and some black chunky heels.

“you can never go wrong with a little black dress,” you winked at her and closed her room door.

walking back to the living room, you didn’t notice everyone else was already there. ethan, chad, mindy, anika, and quinn sat waiting for tara to finish.

“woah look at this hot mama!” quinn whistles at you, you smiled and do a turn.

“hehe thanks quinny!” you blew a kiss to her and sat next to anika on the couch, laying your head on her shoulder.

chad was blown away by you once again. the dress fitting your body in just the right places. showing off your gorgeous legs. the way your heels made you slightly taller. just as he was thinking about you, tara walks out to the living room. it made him want to confess to tara that he had feelings for her.

it felt wrong having feelings for two girls that happened to be friends. best friends at that. chad knew he’d always love you but to him, he thought there was no chance to be with you again. even though the breakup was mutual, he had missed you just as much as you missed him. at that time tara had caught his eye.

“who's ready to party?”

-

chad doesn’t know how he got here. one minute he’s taking shots with ethan and the next he’s in a quiet room, sitting with tara. shoulder to shoulder and feeling a little tipsy, chad feels like this is the perfect time to tell tara.

“tara i have to te-“

“chad i have something to-“ they both share a laugh before chad nudged the girl to start first.

“i was just gonna say that i think i like you. as in more than a friend,” chad freezes for a moment, not expecting tara to say what was on his mind. he leans in a bit closer to the girl, while she did the same.

“i was just going to tell you that-“

“hey tar, are you in here?” you opened the door and paused upon seeing your ex and best friend sitting too close. almost as if they were gonna kiss.

“what the fuck?” blinking back the fast tears that threaten to fall down your face, you backed up out the doorway.

“wait y/n, it’s not-“

“stay.. the hell away from me,” your voice cracked with every word. you shook your head and turned to walk away. tara is quick to follow you and grabs your arm. you shook your arm from her hold and turned to face her.

“how could you?”

“y/n.”

“seriously fuck off tara,” ignoring the pleads from tara and chad, you hastily walked out to get fresh air.

-

never did you expect your best friend to betray you like she did. tara had known that you still had feelings for the stupidly handsome boy, how could you not? he was everything you could ever want and more.

you drowned yourself into your blankets and the comfor of your own bed. too afraid of running into either of them. you couldn’t bear the sight of seeing them be together, not when you still loved him.

“y/n, you have to leave the bed at some point.”

“the bed would never hurt me.”

“my brother is a major asshole. i know he still loves you. maybe there’s a good explanation for this,” mindy continues rubbing your back, while you rolled your eyes.

“yeah right. if he loved me, he wouldn’t try to get with my best friend.”

mindy didn’t know how to fix the problem. she just knew that chad and tara had to figure out how to make the situation better before it got worse.

-

chad paces back and forth throughout the dorm room, making ethan slightly concerned for the boy. he had never seen chad so distressed. usually, he was the up beat one in the group, always smiling.

“i ruined everything eth. she will never talk to me again.”

“what did you do?”

“i almost kissed tara because i thought i had feelings for her. well i do have feelings for her but they’re not as strong as the feelings i have for y/n. we’ve been broken up for some months now and i thought that would help me get over her but it didn’t. ethan i dunno-“

“chad chad, i need you to breathe. have you talked to tara about any of this?”

“no! because losing y/n for the second time, made me realize i could never be without her. i should have fought-,” chad took an audible glup to compose his many thoughts. “i should have fought for her, it was stupid to break up.”

“man, you need to tell her. and you need to talk to tara, letting her know you still love y/n,” chad chuckled dryly at ethan’s words.

“kinda ironic that i used to help you with girl problems and now you’re helping me,” ethan walks up to chad to place a hand on his shoulder.

“this is what friends are for. mainly, i’m just tired of your pacing.”

“i hate you ethan landry,” the two boys shared a laugh, which made chad feel lighter about the situation at hand.

-

tara didn’t know what to do. how to make you forgive her. how to even make you look at her again. she had lost you for feelings that she wasn’t even sure of. sure, chad was cute but he was also your ex. one too many drinks and she did something that was practically unforgivable.

so the girl decided to have a quick conversation with chad. many thoughts ran through her head but the only one that matters was getting her best friend back.

“hey tara, you asked to meet?” tara looks up from her phone to meet chad’s brown eyes. she gives him a weak smile and motioned him to sit down across from her.

“whatever we thought was there isn’t there. chad, i can’t afford to lose you as my friend and especially not y/n. she’s my best friend and she won’t even talk to me,” tears well up in her eyes and she bites on the corner of her bottom lip. chad sighs and patted tara’s hand.

“i agree with everything you said. i’m truly still in love with her and i think losing her completely made me realize that.”

“has she talked to you yet? she won’t answer any of my calls or text messages.”

“same here tar. every single piece of contact gone unanswered and ignored.”

“there has to be something we could do to get our happy girl back.”

-

if there was a word to describe chad’s sour mood, it’d be jealousy. maybe a little bit of anger. he watched as you were pressed up against one of the frat brothers, who happened to be his friend. dylan didn’t deserve to touch you. didn’t deserve to be close to you.

“you know chad, maybe if you didn’t royally fuck up that’d be you with her right now.”

“fuck you mindy,” chad threw his shot back aggressively, hoping to shake the feelings away. although, it did nothing to help. irrationally, he decided he would pull you away to talk to you. he wanted his girl back.

“y/n can i talk to you,” you stopped dancing to stare at him with disgust.

“no.”

“but i need-“

“chad, the lady said no.”

“dylan, you’re my friend bro but mind your fucking business. y/n.”

“i have nothing to say to you chad.”

“i have something to say to you, so let’s go,” chad pulls your arm to lead you both outside. you were supposed to be mad at him but in a way his actions were hot.

once you were outside away from watchful eyes and listening ears, you pull your arm out of his grasp. you crossed your arms around your chest and waited for him to start speaking. the boy was nervous under your gaze.

“i’m sorry. baby, you don’t know how-“

“don’t call me that. you lost that right when you decided my best friend was your new companion.”

“y/n listen to me, i don’t want her. i want you, i will always want you.”

“if you wanted me so bad, you wouldn’t have tried to kiss my best fucking friend! the both of you are backstabbing assholes,” you yelled at him while loose tears fell down.

“i fucking love y/n! i will always be in love with you. i see your smile when you go to pick out new books to read. i see the way you light up when someone in our friend group gets a good grade. the way you’d excitedly show me a new ring you wanted to add to your collection.

you are my sunshine and the reason i look forward to waking up. when we broke up because of our ridiculously petty fights, i should’ve never let you walk out those doors. i should’ve pulled you closer to me but instead i let you go. i hurt you and i don’t know if i’ll ever forgive myself for doing so. i’m so fucking sorry.”

you were speechless after chad’s confession. even though you weren’t sure if you fully trusted him fully again, you ran into his arms. you cried as he held you into his warm embrace. rocking you back and forth.

“i’m so sorry. please forgive me.”

after a few minutes of crying into the boy's arms, you removed yourself and wiped your face. sighing, you bit the inside of your cheek.

“i dunno if i could trust you fully. let me have time to myself before i try to be anything with you again. i need time to heal and if you can’t respect that, then we definitely need to stay away from each other.”

“i support whatever decision you make,” you put your head down looking at the rocks. chad closes the distance between you two and grabs your hands.

“hey look at me,” you set your gaze back to his eyes watching him softly smile at you.

“it’s your decision. take all the time you need. i will be right here waiting for you,” he squeezed your hands once more before letting go and stepping back. the boy had tears that fell down his face unwillingly.

chad wasn’t sure if you’d ever come back to him but he sure hoped so. the only he’d know is if he let you go again. it killed him to do so but the last thing he wanted to do was force you into something.

if you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. if they don’t, they never were.

[moistrodent]

Silly little headshot of an Angel Dust redesign but holy shit his canon design is TERRIBLE

what the fuck is this. Why is his head shape like defined by fluff…that’s so weird. That is not a spider. HIS BOOTS ARE LIKE GLUED TO HIS FEET??? WHY. VIVZIEPOP WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO MY BOY??? Also his gloves look like kitchen gloves (I don’t know if that’s the actual name of them but I’m pretty sure I was close enough). His outfit is also weird…girlie why are your stripes going sideways what happened to you??? Why does he have four arms instead of six (yes I know he has like a retractable pair of arms or some bullshit along those lines but that doesn’t really count). I could go on for ages about how weird his design is and how poorly his character is handled but I’m just going to cut it off here.

It has all the flaws Vivzie’s character designs have but on steroids (too much clutter, so skinny he could just get blown away by the wind, and not looking like the thing their supposed to be based off). Also she didn’t give him a spider tail and that’s a crime against humanity /hj.

[rodolfoparras]

The fact your ask button is now ‘yes, sugar?’ Is the sweetest thing in the damn universe

The stupid American ding-dong that I am is getting forced to go as a cowboy for Halloween, and now I’m imagining Phillip graves wearing a less then kid friendly cowboy outfit while riding you cowgirl style, cuz in my mind that silly.

your writing per usual is utterly STUNNING

-⚰️

1. The response to my ask button has been so sweet thank you all for being so lovely 😭

2. The American ding Dong part made me laugh plsjssjjl😭 but your costume sounds super neat friend you cannot go wrong with a cowboy outfit now since you mentioned graves you got thoughts spinning in my head

Imagine dating Graves and having him discover that for whatever reason you own a cowboy hat so when you get home you’re greeted by the sight of graves lazily sitting in a chair, arms folded over his chest and wearing your cowboy hat.

It’s adorned in a rich dark color and rather simple in design but still appearing very elegant and on top of that he’s paired the look with dark washed jeans and a black button up.

“Is that my-“

“hat? yes” he says with a lazy smile on his face while walking towards you, the smile getting bigger with every step he takes

“Why are you wearing it?” You say voice breathy and strained but lacking any sign of anger

“Found it and wanted to try out, thought it looked pretty good on me what do you think?”

When you continue to stay silent he speaks up, tone playful and face painted in amusement “I don’t look that bad now do?” He says before he turns to the mirror “I thought it suited -“ before he can say anything else you’re pressing your body up against his with so much force he gets pushed towards the mirror but braces himself just in the right moment not to fall over. The surprised look on his face quickly washes away as you nuzzle your head into his neck while your fingers dig into his hips

“Look so good for me Philip you don’t even know “

“Yeah?” He says looking at himself in the mirror and seeing his cheeks tinted pink, pupil blown wide and still sporting a smile.

You hum in response pushing yourself closer to him and that’s when he feels just how much you approve of his new look.

“You know what they say?” He says adding fuel to the fire “you wear the hat you ride the cowboy”

“Fuck” you groan out before your teeth sink into his neck feeling the way his head lolls onto your shoulder “don’t think I can hold myself long enough to get us into bed” you say before you drop down to your knees, hands desperately tugging at his jeans.

3. Thank you for being so incredible sweet about my writing I really appreciate it sugar 🥹

[thatlovinfeelin]

Little Did I Know -two- Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Katherin 'Kate' Buckley lived and worked on the Seresin Family Ranch her whole life. Now she has the pleasure of helping run it. She loves her way of life, loves the simplicity of it. That is, until Jake Sersesin shows back up, looking extremely worse for wear. Slowly, Kate learns that she knows nothing about the man she used to call her best friend anymore. Meanwhile, Jake realizes he doesn't know how to live this kind of life anymore.

Kate busted into the bunkhouse an hour later. The men were scattered in the living space, some of them playing cards while others were just watching the tv. Adam glanced up from his cards, tipping his head at her in greeting. 

She was planning on grabbing a beer, or maybe a bottle of whiskey, and chugging it before bed. But that was before CJ, the youngest in the crew, came bursting through the back door. His shirt was still half unbuttoned and his hair was an absolute mess. His whole body seemed to be a shade of red as he panted. 

“I just heard Seresin’s son is back. Leah said he’s in the guest house, don’t know why the fuck he’s there instead of the big house.”

Kate caught the way Dustin’s eyes went wide as he shook his head at CJ, trying to get him to shut up. She even saw the way he made motions with his hands, trying to really clue the young kid in. 

“You were with Leah again?” Kate questioned, eyes narrowing as she stared at the young boy. 

“Well, yeah. Finished all my work and she was waiting for me. No way in hell I’m gonna turn that down,” He scoffed, “She’s hot, and a damn good fuck.”

Paul tensed, slowly rising from his seat as Kate took a step towards the youngest member of their outfit. CJ was almost too young to be here, turned nineteen less than six months ago. Maybe that’s why Leah liked him so much, he was just as young as she was, and yet he was still rough around the edges and as wild as an unbroken colt. Kate wanted to be mad at the youngest Seresin child, but she made the same choices when she was that age. 

“What did you say?” Kate questioned coldly. 

“She’s hot,” CJ shrugged, either oblivious to the situation or willingly challenging the woman in front of him, “And she’s a damn good fuck. Wild as hell in bed. The shit that girl is willing to do…and that body. Holy fucking hell, it should be a sin to walk around wearing next to nothin the way she does. And the way she begs…no wonder her daddy wants to keep her under lock and key. ”

Kate was on CJ in an instant, pushing him back against the wall and using her forearm to pin him there by his neck. While she might not be as big as the cowboys she worked with, Kate was fast as lightning and stronger than they liked to give her credit for. 

She nearly smirked at the grunt CJ made as the air was pushed out of his body. His eyes were blown wide, she almost swore he looked a little afraid. Up until this point, he only saw Paul and Adam as the muscle, because they took care of the messes the other men made. 

“Shit,” Adam was up, taking up his spot next to Paul. 

Kate didn’t need to look around to know the other men were gathering around. CJ seemed to be frantically looking at all of them for help. She liked knowing that he was scared of her, because now she was as wild and dangerous as the fillies that ran around in the summer.

“I told you to stay away from Leah Seresin, did I not CJ?” Kate questioned, her voice almost coming out as a hiss. Her blood was running cold. 

“I-” He grunted as she pushed her arm harder against his throat, “Yeah.”

“You listen, and you listen good you little shit,” Kate instructed, “You will not even look at Miss Seresin, do you understand me? She is off limits, because her daddy? Yeah, he’s the reason you have a job here. Don’t be mistaken, you are not irreplaceable. You might be good on a horse, and a pretty alright shot, but I could go into town right now and find a dozen other men who would kill to work here, you got that? One word from me and you’re kicking up dust. If I hear you talk about her or any other woman like that again, I will not hesitate to remove your balls. Understood?”

“I-”

“Simple yes or no CJ. Do you want to keep your balls? You know the rules, the Seresin family is off limits unless Mr. Seresin, my father, or I say otherwise. You stay away from the main house, and you stay the hell away from the guest house and Miss Seresin,” Kate dug her arm in a little harder before stepping away and looking back at the rest of the men, “That goes for all of you. From now on, take any other trail except the ones that take you near those houses, I don’t give a fuck if you ride by my folk’s place. I don’t care if it takes you twenty extra minutes to get from one place to another, stay the fuck away. Got it?”

There was a chorus of ‘yes ma’am’ from the men, none of them aside from Dustin, Adam, and Paul dared to look at her. She cracked her neck before picking up CJ’s hat and throwing it at him, “You’re cleaning out the stalls from now on until I tell you to stop, got me?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Now go shower, you’re stinking up the house.”

He nodded slowly, “Yes ma’am.”

She watched as he grabbed his small bag and made his way to the showers. The rest of the men were still watching her carefully. She didn’t miss the way that Paul and Adam were smirking at her, not that the rest could see it. 

“Show’s over. Go back to doin’ whatever the fuck you were before he came in here,” She snapped at the rest of them, “And I don’t wanna hear anyone talkin’ about this tomorrow. This ends here.” 

She was followed over to her bunk by Adam and Paul, while Dustin stayed behind to keep the others from causing any extra trouble. She was thankful for the three men. All three of them showed up over the last ten years, all varying in ages, though none drastically older than her. Paul was only twenty-eight, but as strong and hard headed as a mule. Adam was thirty-two and quiet, wise as fuck, but damn good in a fight. Dustin was the youngest of them at twenty-three, he was still young and had a lot to learn but seemed to be the best sort of mix of Adam and Paul. Dustin was only eighteen when he found his way to the ranch, it seemed that the ranch was the only family he had left. 

“What are you going to do about Leah?” Paul asked Kate as she hung her hat on the hook next to her bed. 

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow,” Kate replied, “I’m probably the only one she’ll listen to when it comes to staying away from the young boys on this ranch.”

“And uh, what’s up with staying away from the guest house? Since when is that off limits? Best path between the pastures is through that way,” Adam added, “Not that I’m questioning you, but it’ll make it easier to put an end to the bitching if we know why.”

Kate closed her eyes and took a deep breath before toeing off her boots, “The son is back. I don’t know why, or for how long. But he’s hurt, pretty bad by the looks of it. Don’t need anyone out there bugging him or anything like that. Just keep them clear.”

“You got it,” Adam replied, patting her shoulder, “I’m going back to my cards.”

“The same son that you have a history with?” Paul asked carefully once it was just the two of them. 

“They only have one son,” Kate rolled her eyes, “Mama could’ve at least given me a warning. But instead she sent me with a week's worth of food.”

“How bad did he really look?”

Kate let out a deep breath as she sat on her bed and looked up at Paul, “Really bad P. His leg is broken or something, and his face is all fucked up. He looks worse than the time he rode that stupid bronc our senior year.”

“Damn,” He grunted as he sat next to her on the bed, “I remember him showing up to school after that. He looked like he tried to fight a bull and lost.”

“Mr. Seresin showed a lot of tough love back then,” She mumbled, “He’s almost gentle towards Leah, but not the other kids. Jake always had it the worst because he’s the only boy.”

He nodded, “I remember the rumors at school. Now he’s a politician and one of the most successful ranchers in the state. That last thing is really only because your family stepped up.”

The next morning, Jake hardly made it into the living room before his mother was on him in an instant. He’d been putting off coming back to the house, but his baby sister informed him that she could only keep their mother at bay for so long. 

“My baby boy,” Her voice broke as she gently took him in her arms. 

Beneath the pain, Jake felt like his skin was crawling. He never liked having anyone fuss over him and he certainly didn’t want it now. Jake didn’t feel like he deserved to have anyone worry about him or fuss over his every move. 

“I’m fine,” He grunted, trying to pull away. 

But his mother only took his face in her hands and looked at the bruises and stitches, “My sweet boy…when they called and said you’d been-”

She stopped, voice breaking as tears started to fall. Jake shifted his weight as much as his injuries would allow. He looked over his mother’s shoulder, unable to watch her cry over him. Leah, his eighteen year old sister, leaned against the doorway to the kitchen with a knowing smile, almost a smirk.

Yes, she was a good deal younger than Jake, and he missed out on the majority of her life, but Leah was just like her older brother. They were more alike than any of the other siblings. He remembered laughing his ass off when Leah called him nearly five years ago because she snuck out and the housekeeper closed the window and she needed to know how to get back in. She was only thirteen, while part of Jake wanted to be mad, he was also proud because he didn’t have the balls to sneak out until he was at least fourteen. 

“Mommy, you’re going to smother him,” Leah warned, “You know how we younger Seresins feel about all the fuss.”

“Leah,” Their mother seemed to almost hiss, “My son, your brother, was shot down. He could’ve died, don’t you-”

“Mom, I’m fine, okay? I’m here, I just need some space to recover,” Jake assured her, “Which is why I asked to stay at the guest house. I need the space and the quiet.”

“So, look, I’m supposed to meet Kate in like thirty minutes,” Leah explained, “So Jake, if you want me to drive you back to the guest house, we better get a move on.”

Their mother took a step back, turning to look at her youngest child. Leah was beautiful, probably the most beautiful of the Seresin daughters. Her eyes were every bit as green as Jake’s, and their father’s, but they seemed brighter somehow. The small dusting of freckles on her nose matched the ones that all of the children had when they were young, only Leah didn’t seem to be growing out of them.  Mrs.Seresin already knew that Leah would cause more trouble than any of her children.

“Why are you meeting Kate?” She questioned her daughter. 

Leah just smiled and shrugged, “Who knows?”

Mrs.Seresin closed her eyes for a moment before taking a deep breath, “I don’t want to know, and I need a drink.”

She turned back to her son, “Please come back, I’ll worry too much if you stay in that guest house alone for too long. Call anytime, I’ll have someone come get you.”

“Just don’t expect me to come over for family dinner every night,” Jake warned her, “I’m not ready to be around him.”

She smiled almost sadly and leaned up to kiss his cheek, “How about when he goes on a work trip? Can I get you to come for dinner then?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Leah helped Jake back to her car without really helping him. They hadn’t talked much since he came home, aside from when she drove him back from the airport.  But she knew that her big brother would be too proud to ever really ask for help. He certainly wouldn’t ask for help from his baby sister.

“How long have you and Kate been friends?” Jake asked as Leah backed out of the driveway. 

“Why? Are you jealous,” She teased. 

“Lee.”

“Jay,” She mocked, “Look, Kate has gotten me out of a few scrapes, that’s all.  Plus, it’s nice to have a girl around in a place that’s swarming with dicks, literally.”

She laughed a little to herself before glancing over at her brother, “That might be why she wants to see me. I could be in trouble by uhh…having a little fun with one of the younger hands.”

“Leah,” Jake groaned, leaning his head back, “Don’t you know to stay away from them? God damnit, kid.”

She snorted, “Please, you had buckle bunnies lined up to the border and you weren’t even a rodeo cowboy. There’s nowhere that says I can’t have a little bit of fun.”

Jake pinched the bridge of his nose, “No, I can’t talk about this with you. Not when I changed your diapers.”

Leah laughed loudly before sticking her tongue out at her older brother. She was used to having her run of the ranch and not worrying about what anyone might say. Kate and her small group were the only ones who ever really cared to look after Leah. Mrs. Seresin self medicated over the fact that her husband was a cheating scumbag, and Mr. Seresin hardly came home anymore. Not when he had a nice cushy office in Dallas, and a string of women to keep him occupied. 

“He’ll be gone by the end of the week,” Leah told her brother, “He has another mistress in Dallas. Damn bastard thinks he’s being sneaky, meanwhile the whole town knows.”

“Why do you think I don’t want to see him?” Jake grumbled, “I’m too fucked up to be in the same room as him. I’ll lose my shit and end up ripping stitches or some shit.”

“Yeah, I know the feeling.”

She parked in front of the guest house, “Do you want help?” 

“No, I got it,” He reached behind him for his crutches, “Thanks for not asking if I needed it.”

“I know you don’t need it,” She shrugged, “You’re a fucking badass, not some baby. But, you can always call me. I’ll show up.”

He wanted to smile at the somewhat sentimental nature of his sister. But he only felt cold. Jake wasn’t a badass, he wasn’t deserving of the accolades he was given. He didn’t deserve the hero’s welcome his baby sister gave him at the airport less than a week ago. Or anyone jumping to help him. He should’ve died that day. It should’ve been him. 

“No, I’m okay,” He didn’t wait for her to say anything else before he forced himself to his feet and slammed the car door behind him. 

The whole way to the door, he just kept thinking about how it should have been him. He should’ve been the only one to go down. He shouldn’t have survived, not when they were all better than him. Not when they had more people to mourn them. It should have been him.

[happy-beeeps]

so I'm obsessed with your echo fic like almost got me crying. I NEED MOREEEE I WANNA SEE WHAT HES LIKE AS A HUBBY AND DAD PLSSSSSSS YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING AND ILYSM 💙🖤❤️

AHHH YOURE SO KIND THANK YOU😭❤️🫶🥰

I’m actually working on part 2 of the echo fic! So as to not give too much away I’ll give you some of my headcanons on husband!echo!! (Also this is my first headcanons post I’m so sorry if it’s awful)

First and foremost, this man would work himself into a tizzy making sure your proposal is PERFECT

he’s got all these plans because you deserve them, but then the second he’s gonna start he freaks himself out, like he’ll get ready and then be like,,, wait ahaha ha ahaha ahaha

He still has a lot of self worth issues but everyday they get better and better because of the love you and his brothers send his way!

Because of this, even though by the second time you know what’s happening, you try and be gentle with him, it’s very endearing

When he finally asks you, it’s so spur of the moment

Y’all are on some ridiculously beautiful system after a mission and he just looks at you and is like “yep. This is it.”

And that’s basically what he says! (You say yes obviously)

You guys don’t have a super blown out wedding ceremony, in fact, you guys exchange some vows right then and there and he comms Rex over to officiate it (that feels like something a captain can do?)

Afterwards, you guys go on an impromptu mini honeymoon to Pabu to see the rest of your family (and because omega would kill you if you didn’t celebrate with her)

Pabu is perfect, and you spend your days eating fresh caught dinner and fruits and lounging on crystal clear water

You’ve always been a part of Echo’s family, but there’s something warmer about being officially a part of it

Echo is like the most supportive and doting husband

He’s the guy who’s like “yes!! Fuck them up honey!!! That’s my spouse!!!” And then the second things start going south he jumps in

He’s going to protect you with every fiber of his being, but he respects you enough to know that you’re a tough cookie

He’s suchhhh a cuddle bug, like, holoflic nights on the couch are his love language

Dad!echo

At first he’s apprehensive about having kids

Let’s be so real, you’ve already begun mothering Omega, and this isn’t really the safest time to be bringing kids into the world

If you’re having biological kids, I feel like the baby would be a ✨welcome surprise ✨

Otherwise it happens quick either way, there’s a little baby in Pabu who needs parents, and you and Echo just know it’s the perfect situation

He’s all in the second it becomes reality for him

Like… baby bjorn every day, painting the nursery

You cannot separate this man from his child

You know how Din brings Grogu everywhere? Echo vibes.

Like this man is walking through Pabu in the most dad outfit ever and the baby strapped to his chest

Omega looooves having a little baby to hangout with, and she plays with the baby any chance she gets

One time you caught him going through old holos of his brothers, he’s so ready to tell your child stories about Uncle Fives

BONUS: Uncle Rex comes over all the time when you’ve settled on Pabu, and it’s really not uncommon to see the two of them standing around the house with their hands on their hips trying to figure out new DIY projects

At the end of the day, Echo see’s you and the baby as his second chance, his gift at a new life. He doesn’t waste a day and wants to shower you both with all the love he can (which you happily reciprocate)❤️

[jlf23tumble]

Jen! Are you still seeing the Jonas Brothers in concert this year? I remember you mentioned getting tickets a few months ago. Also, I’m so 😞 about the Jophie divorce RIP 🪦💔

I saw them Saturday night! And I left early, I did not like!! If you've seen, say, Taylor Swift kick ASS doing the same kind of concept (multiple albums, one night), only she's giving different outfits, stage design, choreo, mixing up the setlist, NOT TAKING A FUCKING 20-MINUTE INTERMISSION ONE HOUR IN, actually giving you something, you can just feel how it's not the same, these dudes just wearing boring outfits, no backdrops, giving you drips from each album in order, no real, well, much of anything, and frankly, not worth the time/traffic. In general, I'm blown away by the difference in seeing a show when it's men v. women, like, I didn't attend Beyonce's show last week, but from what I saw online, same thing: this lady's killing it, different outfits, different set design/choreo, a real flow to the show, and yet! These three can phone it in, and I'm supposed to swoon about it? Pass.

[lokisgoodgirl]

I CANNOT BELIEVE THERE'S ONLY ONE DAY UNTIL THE WEDDING OMG!

The archery scene gave me all the deep shivers. Fuckkkkkk. His pressing so closely to her and the distractionssjhsjfh

“Well if you wouldn’t distract me-”

“I distract you, do I?” Loki asked leadingly. “Why is that?”

“I’m not answering that,” Claire said stubbornly, crossing her arms over her chest and dropping the bow clumsily. “Shut up.” she added when Loki laughed at her.

I lovvvve their banter so much 🤣 and you know it! I can tell their back and forths are so much fun to write - it jumps off the page.

Also I'm sorry but imagining Loki bossing it at the caber-tossing is, for a scottish woman, arousing in the extreme.

Watching Loki toss boulders and giant trees that looked like telephone poles didn’t sound very exciting, but shit had she been wrong. Loki’s outfit, once pristine and appropriate, became damp with sweat as he hurled a massive boulder the length of a field,

How the hell is she even going to survive until the wedding night?!🤣😂good lord.

RE: Nargals... Loki had never heard such nonsense. He had studied creatures, both magical in nature and ordinary, and never once had he heard of anything called a nargle. Yet he detected no hint of falsehood. - Love how the world you've created is so inside our own. I laughed out loud so many times during this chapter. Everything about this: the fire lore, Thor's drunken antics and cuteness, the tattoo and the sexual tension that is bubbling in the extreme, Phil's suspicions (how dare you, Phil!) - but...but....*crests hands*

THE FINAL PART OF THIS CHAPTER WAS ONE OF THE HOTTEST THINGS I'VE EVER READ IN MY LIFE HOLY FUCK

Arousal pooled between her thighs as she gaped at him helplessly, her jaw slack as she burned in awe of his strength. She’d seen his muscles up close in the training arena, but she wanted to know what his hands felt like in her hair as he fucked her mouth.

Honestly I am a mess. I have an hour to go of work and I am a fucking messsss. That section hit all my buttons. The jealousy, the desire, the publicness yet safe space, the longing, just the entire concept has blown my little mind holy shit. I am going to be thinking about that for a LONG time. a LONNNNNNG time. You're incredible. This chapter is such a masterpiece. The wedding shenanigans are going to absolutely blow me away I just know it.

Covenant- Chapter 8

Summary: With the five year anniversary of the attack on New York approaching, Odin and Fury come to the agreement that an arranged marriage between Asgard and Earth would show good faith toward all future interactions. When Odin refuses Jane’s candidacy, Agent Coulson is tasked with finding a suitable wife for the prince of Asgard.

Pairing: Loki x OFC

Chapter warnings: mutual pining, jealousy, flirting, Loki being a little shit, brief mentions of flashbacks and torture, cringy Thor shenanigans, light smut not between our lovers

Taglist: @lokisgoodgirl @gigglingtiggerv2 @icytrickster17 @mysteriouslyfriedjellyfish @lokislilkitten @justjoanne242 @amlocked @ddmariegirl @mags-04-blog @sharris8 @meepycheep @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @the-fantasy-loving-angel @jaidenhawke @smolvenger

Please let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist! I'm SO sorry this chapter took me so long, it's been a real pain in the keester. Hopefully it makes up for the long wait! Not much longer until the wedding!!

One day until the wedding

“Good morning, Your Majesty!” Ragna crowed as she ripped open the curtains, assaulting Claire’s eyes with obnoxiously bright sunlight. “Today the wedding games will take place!”

“You are far too happy for what time it is.” Claire groused, bundling a pillow over her head. Ragna laughed and ripped the blankets from the bed, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Up, up, up! The games are always exciting, and today promises to be extra special!” Ragna said excitedly.

“Why is that exactly?”

“Your Majesty,” Ragna gasped, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning in eagerly, as though sharing a secret. “This is a momentous occasion! You are the first princess Asgard has had since the Allmother came to marry the Allfather over 2,000 years ago! That would be many, many generations of your people, would it not?”

“Uh, yeah,” Claire said. “Yeah, it definitely would,” she chuckled. “Okay, now I see why everybody is so jazzed about it.”

“Jazzed?”

“It’s another way of saying someone is excited.”

“Oh!” Ragna smiled as she got to her feet. “Then I am jazzed to help you get ready!”

“Okay, okay, I’m up!” Claire laughed as she climbed out of bed. Ragna was already gathering clothes excitedly, practically coaching Claire and her other ladies through each task like a cheerleader.

Her ladies prepped her until she practically glowed, and then it was time for Claire to head downstairs to start the festivities with Loki.

~~~~

An air of excitement filled the palace as Claire and Loki welcomed their guests during breakfast. Everyone was eager for the games to begin- including the guests. Several of them had joined Thor and the warriors three in pre-gaming which, unbeknownst to them, would render them unable to participate. Claire and Loki shared a laugh as they watched the would-be competitor’s fall to the powerful mead one after another.

After a leisurely breakfast, the guests and competitors made their way out of the palace. They walked into the heart of the city, where stands were erected around empty fields. Equipment had already been set up for the archery competition and various other events. Claire gazed out at the field, trying to picture what everything was for- she’d been told there would be feats of strength and skill, but being unfamiliar with the games themselves, she wasn’t sure what each event needed.

Claire and Loki went their separate ways once they reached the field to prepare, Claire making her way toward the makeshift archery range, while Loki went with Thor and the warriors three to prepare for the games they would compete in.

Their guests filled the stands surrounding the field, all of them eager for the games to begin. Eager chatter filled Claire’s ears as she gazed around the field.

Tall beams had been erected at the far end of the field, with a smaller cross beam running between them at the top. Another area had been set up a few feet away from the beams, looking to Claire like a set up for shot put- markers had been set equidistant from each other to measure distance.

The area closest to Claire was set up for archery. Quivers had been placed in a neat line several paces from the row of targets, and a rack of bows had been brought over the training yard at the palace. Claire glanced back at the other areas on the field to see Loki helping Thor and several others carry...large boulders?

“Shall we prepare?” Sif appeared from nowhere, pulling Claire’s attention away from the way Loki’s tunic had already begun to cling to him. “You will have plenty of time to gawk at your intended once your events are over.”

“Haha, very funny,” Claire replied. “I suppose I could use more practice with the javelin.”

~~~~

“Do you think you will learn to shoot before the end of the century?” Claire startled when Loki appeared out of thin air. She released her grip on the string, her shot going wide as she turned to glare at him. The games were due to start any moment, and she was trying to get some last minute practice in.

“Unless you’re here to help, go away,” she said without ire. “I thought you couldn’t be alone with me anyway.”

“We’re hardly alone,” Loki mused as Claire notched her arrow again. “Half the palace and our guests are here.” He wasn’t wrong- several members of the staff and their assembled guests who’d signed up for the games were all milling about the field.

“Semantics.” Claire scoffed, releasing her hold on the string and letting the arrow fly. The arrow zipped through the air and struck the target- just not on the bullseye. Loki looked on, one judgmental brow raised at her poor performance.

“Who taught you to shoot?”

“I’m getting better,” Claire argued. “I’m not used to this kind of weapon.”

“Are you sure?” Loki asked leadingly, his lips curling inward as she missed again and he tried not to laugh.

“Yes,” Claire said stubbornly. “Ugh, no.” She readjusted her stance, even though she felt like it wouldn’t make a difference.

“May I?” Loki asked as he stepped up behind her. His lithe frame wrapped around hers, his large hand settling over hers gently on the bow. “Relax this hand,” he coached softly as his other hand found the crook of her arm. “Lower your elbow.” he gave the smallest amount of pressure as he corrected her stance.

Claire was in hell. Or maybe purgatory? Wherever she was, she was suffering. Loki’s hands on her skin was giving her all the good feelings and it was hard to focus on anything else. She could feel his chest pressed against her back, the heat coming off of him delightfully distracting. His breath teased the hair on her neck, spurring shivers of promise as he adjusted her grip on the bow. Those hands should be bronzed.

Claire couldn’t believe she was having a Princess Diaries moment.

“Breathe in,” Loki practically purred in her ear. Claire inhaled, feeling her back mold against Loki’s chest. She could faintly feel the steady beat of his heart. “Breathe out,” Claire released her tense shoulders as she exhaled. “Good. Now release,” Claire’s fingers released the string, eyes widening as the arrow FINALLY hit the bullseye. “Did that feel better?”

“What?” Claire asked dumbly, her mind focused on the feel of his skin on hers.

“It seems you can learn,” Loki said smugly. “Do it again.” he nodded to the full quiver by her feet with his chin, taking a step back to allow her space.

“Okay,” Claire’s fingers didn’t want to cooperate as she reached for another arrow, chasing it awkwardly around the quiver as Loki looked on. She finally grabbed it and strung it on the bow, taking her stance as she aimed at the target. She took a mental checklist of Loki’s instruction, correcting things as she went. Releasing her breath, Claire let the arrow go.

It sank into the wooden leg of the target with a hollow thunk.

“Somehow you have gotten worse,” Loki teased, a pleasant laugh escaping his dumb mouth. Claire scowled, tamping down her stupid butterflies. “Perhaps I should pretend to be you and participate in your stead.”

“Well if you wouldn’t distract me-”

“I distract you, do I?” Loki asked leadingly. “Why is that?”

“I’m not answering that,” Claire said stubbornly, crossing her arms over her chest and dropping the bow clumsily. “Shut up.” she added when Loki laughed at her.

“Very well, little wife, I shall leave you to practice without distraction,” Loki cackled, stooping to retrieve the bow from the ground for her. “Remember what I said.”

Moments later, Claire was still practicing when she felt another presence behind her.

“May I assist you with your form, Lady Claire?” a heavy hand touched her waist a fraction later, and Claire wrenched the offending hand around the newcomer’s back, bending his arm at a very uncomfortable angle. “Ah-ah!”

“I do not need your help,” Claire spat. “Touch me again and I will break your hand.Do you understand, Fandral?”

“Yes-I understand-ah!” the ‘warrior’ winced as she released him, pushing him away from her.

~~~~

Claire may have lost the archery competition, but she did well in the javelin throw and now she was taking a well deserved break to watch the rest of the morning events. Watching Loki toss boulders and giant trees that looked like telephone poles didn’t sound very exciting, but shit had she been wrong. Loki’s outfit, once pristine and appropriate, became damp with sweat as he hurled a massive boulder the length of a field, succeeding in defeating Volstagg and Hogun.

Claire learned that the telephone pole looking trees were called cabers, and the entire point of the game was to carry the pole down the pitch and then lift and flip it. None of those things sounded particularly interesting, but it did give her an excuse to ogle at Loki. To her surprise, it was actually a pretty interesting event, and all of the competitors were built. There were a number of competitors from Earth, like Steve and Bucky, as well as Asgardian competitors: Loki of course, as well as Thor, Volstagg, and Hogun. Soooo much eye candy to look at.

Hogun really had no business being so hot. As the heat of the morning rose, the stoic warrior had gathered his long hair in a top knot, and his beefy arms were on full display as he took his place at the end of the pitch. His biceps bulged as he cradled the end of the caber in his hands, jogging gracefully down the pitch before hefting the caber overhead. The caber did a graceful arc through the air, the other end striking the dirt and coming to a stop just before tipping over. The crowd groaned in disappointment but clapped politely as Hogun left the pitch.

Steve tried next, his caber almost flipping but just falling short. Anja cheered the loudest from Claire’s right. Sandwiched as she was between Sif and Anja, Claire heard every mutter of appreciation.

“You are a very fortunate woman.” Sif observed as Bucky threw his own caber, managing the first flip in the caber toss.

“Don’t I know it.” Anja preened, smiling when Bucky waved to her. Frigga offered no comments of her own, but giggled alongside them.

“I have so many questions about the metal arm.” Claire whispered to Anja.

“I also have questions.” Darcy muttered from beside Sif. Anja snickered, winked, and turned to wave back at Bucky. Volstagg took his turn next, failing to flip his caber. Thor managed to flip his as well, and finally, it was Loki’s turn.

Loki’s large hands cradled the caber delicately as he began his way down the pitch. Loose strands swayed as he moved, his biceps bulging with the strain of carrying the heavy weight. His handsome face was a mask of concentration, sharp jaw set firm as he prepared to launch his caber.

Loki planted his feet in the dirt, muscular thighs bulging as he lifted the caber over his head with a mighty roar. His tunic lifted with his arms, revealing a swath of toned muscle that Claire wanted to sink her teeth into.

The caber soared through the air, further than Bucky’s, planting in the ground with a solid thunk and creaked as it flipped, striking the ground with a loud crack. Thor bemoaned his loss as Steve and Bucky clapped Loki on the back.

“Woo! GO LOKI!” Claire cheered from the stands, setting off her airhorn multiple times to her neighbors shock and annoyance. The people from Earth in the audience laughed as the Asgardians looked around for the source of the loud noise in alarm.

“Where were you hiding that?!” Anja asked after her shock had passed. “Up your dress?”

“It has pockets!” Claire said gleefully, tooting the air horn a few more times. Somewhere in the crowd, Claire recognized the laughter of the former US president. She looked over her shoulder to see him and his wife cracking up, waving excitedly when they acknowledged her. “I made Michelle and Barack Obama laugh!” she giggled as she turned back toward the field, spying Loki as he and the others made their way to another area. Claire waved at him, feeling her cheeks grow warm when he waved back. He seemed surprised at her support, but it was clear he appreciated it.

“Look at how she blushes!” Sif teased.

“So cute!” Darcy chimed in.

“So precious!” Anja cackled.

“You guys are dicks,” Claire sulked, turning away from her so-called friends as her cheeks burned. Across the field, Loki and the other competitors were getting ready for the wrestling to begin. As the men were standing around talking as they awaited the judges, Claire took the time to inspect Loki. His tunic clung to him, wet with perspiration at the neck and back. His long dark hair had lost its beautiful bounce and had been tied back in a low bun, but several strands hung limp and loose around his collar. The tight pants he’d worn cupped his backside almost indecently, the fabric clinging to the meat of his thighs as if the material had been poured over his body. “God damn, I’m a lucky bitch.” she mumbled.

It was then that Loki noticed her staring, color rising in his cheeks as his companions ribbed him good-naturedly. Flashing her a smile, he made a swift gesture with his hand, and a flash of green on the railing in front of her drew Claire’s attention downward.

A cluster of delicate purple blooms sat atop a backdrop of fat rounded leaves, the stem just long enough to anchor in her hair.

Smiling, Claire tucked the small flower behind her ear.

“Ah, young love,” Frigga sighed wistfully from behind them. “His father and I were exactly the same way. We couldn’t keep our eyes, or our hands, off each other. We were caught in some very compromising situations in our early days.”

“Your Majesty!” Darcy gasped dramatically. Frigga merely chuckled.

“I imagine we’ll have quite a similar situation with these two.” she smiled at Claire knowingly. Claire averted her gaze as the women around her laughed like hyenas.

A cheer went up from the crowd as the start of the wrestling was announced.

~~~~

The wrestling was by far the best event of the morning. Loki and Fandral were locked in a vicious battle, and even though there were several yards between Claire’s seat and the match, she could still see the tantalizing strength of Loki’s muscles.

Sweat made his tunic cling to his back, fabric straining as his biceps bulged and flexed with the effort of defeating his opponent. Fandral pinned him, but Loki freed himself, shoving Fandral into the dirt with a feral snarl. Both men were dusty and filthy from rolling in the dirt, but somehow Loki was even more attractive, especially when mopping the floor with Fandral.

Thor and Volstagg had already had their bout (which Volstagg lost), and Hogun had bested Sif in theirs, but she’d been most excited to watch Loki in action.

“She is crazier than you are,” Fandral hissed, tightening his grip on Loki’s collar. He tried to shimmy free from Loki’s grip but found he couldn’t move an inch. “You two deserve each other.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” Loki gave Fandral a sneering smile before twisting his arm mercilessly and making him howl in pain.

“For Odin’s sake, I yield!” Fandral shouted, crawling away pathetically when Loki released his hold on him. “Odin’s beard. You’re both lunatics.” The referee called the match as Fandral stormed off, and Loki laughed aloud as Claire set off her air horn again. It was the most support he’d ever received at an event such as this, and it pleased him to no end.

~~~~

After the mornings events, lunch was served on the field. Blankets were spread on the grass and guests stuffed themselves with cured smoked salmon, reindeer sausage, and cheeses, along with fruit tarts and thick waffles with fresh butter and lingonberry jam.

Claire and Phil shared a blanket with Thor, Frigga and Odin, and Frigga kept them all occupied by sharing her thoughts on the morning’s events.

“Did you participate in the games for your wedding?” Phil asked.

“Oh yes,” Frigga chuckled. “When I was much younger, I was quite athletic.”

“Back in those days, war games were commonly played before weddings. Frigga was quite brilliant when we played; I’ll never forget how she bested me.” Odin looked over at Frigga fondly, who clucked her tongue and shoved at him playfully. Thor looked at the blanket uncomfortably at his parents display of affection. Claire also felt uncomfortable, but it was nice to see they still cared for each other.

Would she and Loki feel that way about each other in two thousand years?

“Ah, there is our victor!” Frigga said cheerfully as Loki dropped onto the blanket beside Claire. He was clean again, his hair still wet and beginning to curl at the ends.

“I see you’ve all started without me,” he said jovially as Thor passed him the salmon. “Hello, darling.” he added softly to Claire.

“Hey yourself,” Claire replied, offering him the platter of waffles. “I didn’t know your hair was curly.”

“Ah, yes,” Loki said sheepishly, eyes dropping as his cheeks turned the slightest pink. “It can be quite annoying at times.” a flash of green covered his hair, leaving it completely dry with nary a curl in sight.

“I think it’s cute.”

“Thank you.” Loki said sheepishly before taking a small bite of sausage.

“Are you both looking forward to the knattleikr?” Frigga asked, reminding them both there were other people around.

“I for one am very excited!” Thor said eagerly, taking a hearty bite of reindeer sausage. “I wager that Claire’s team will obliterate Loki’s.”

“They each get a team?” Phil asked.

“Oh yes, it is customary for the bride to lead her guests against the grooms,” Frigga replied. “It shall be most entertaining, I think.”

“I shall be gentlemanly and go easy on you.” Loki offered.

“Aw, that’s so sweet. I’m gonna destroy you.” Claire grinned.

“Never before have I heard such a charming threat! Well done,” Loki praised, popping a berry into his mouth. “This could do with eel.” he muttered as he tore a piece from his waffle.

“Ooh yes, that eel we had a few weeks ago was fantastic,” Claire agreed. “We should go back sometime, without Fandral.” she rolled her eyes, glaring over at the offender on his blanket across the field.

“Indeed.”

The rest of lunch passed easily, an excited buzz filling the early afternoon air. After everyone had eaten their fill, the spectators returned to the stands while the guests competing went to change. Claire, Anja and Sif chatted as they changed, joining the men on the field as they held a spirited conversation.

“I’m just saying, her records from S.H.I.E.L.D. are pretty impressive. Are we sure she’s not of super soldier origin? Hmmmm?” Tony asked, peering at Steve intently. Steve pulled a disgruntled face, backing away from the scientist.

“Um hi, hello. What are we talking about?” Claire asked. “You pulled my records?”

“Oh just speculating wildly on your hitherto unknown paternity,” Tony replied cheekily. “You know, locker room talk.”

“That’s messed up.” Anja muttered. Claire nodded, annoyed and slightly embarrassed. Trust Tony Stark to find exactly what would make here uncomfortable.

“I’d prefer if you didn’t.”

“But I want to?” Tony shrugged.

“You do realize I carry knives on me all the time, right?” Claire asked. “Stop talking.”

“What are you gonna do; stab me with no warning?” Tony cackled.

“Stabbing is a warning.” Claire and Bucky said in unison. Both wore matching annoyed expressions.

“Shit, maybe she’s yours, Barnes.” Tony elbowed Bucky, who looked at Tony like he was insane.

“Dude, stop.”

“Enough, Stark,” Loki growled. “Your speculation is unwelcome.” Tony gave Loki a cheeky grin.

“I mean, I could continue to throw out theories-”

“By all means,” Loki returned the cheek. “I will gladly step aside and allow you to be stabbed.”

“Okay, that’s enough, no one is stabbing anyone,” Steve said as he stepped in the middle. He glanced at Claire meaningfully. “Right?” Claire shrugged.

“We’ll see.”

“Hey, my wife will be very upset if you stab me!”

“Will she, though?” Claire asked. Tony gasped in fake shock.

“I cannot believe I claimed you as my possible-daughter; you’re out of the will!”

“Oh no, not the will! How ever will I live?!” Claire asked sarcastically. “Can we hurry up and pick teams so I can beat you?” she asked Loki.

“So confident,” Loki graced her with a smile. “Very well. Shall we?”

~~~~

The teams were down to the final quarter of the game, and the score was tied. The eight competitors were damp with sweat and painted with mud, but spirits were high. Claire’s team of Tony, Clint, Bucky and Anja had done very well against Loki’s team of Steve, Hogun, Sif, and Thor. No one had scored a goal yet in the final round and Claire was determined to win.

“Come on, set it up!” she called to her teammates, dodging Thor’s attempt to block her. Even though the god of thunder was competitive, he was clearly afraid of hurting her as any contact between them had been feather light and easy to evade.

Loki on the other hand, was not going easy on her like he’d promised. Not that it mattered to Claire- in fact it would make beating him all the better. They were both competitive, and delighted in stealing the ball from each other.

The ball began to shimmer, darting off course from where Hogun had kicked it and heading toward Claire, poised to score a goal.

“I saw that!” Loki shouted, signaling for a pause just as Claire reached the ball. “Seidr is not allowed.”

“Are you cheatin’, doll?” Bucky gasped, glancing at Anja with a scandalized expression.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Anja said innocently. “This is clearly the work of nargles.” Claire snorted a laugh, curling her lips inward to smother her laughter as Loki glared at her.

“Of what, madam?”

“Nargles!” Anja insisted. “You know, mischievous creatures that like to steal things? They’ve clearly taken a shine to the ball.”

Loki had never heard such nonsense. He had studied creatures, both magical in nature and ordinary, and never once had he heard of anything called a nargle. Yet he detected no hint of falsehood.

Odd.

“Fine,” he conceded. “Since play was disrupted, we shall reset and start again. Claire, the ball, please.”

“But I was about to score a goal!”

“Give it to me.” Loki demanded, grabbing the ball with both hands.

“Make me.” Claire stepped back, pulling the ball tighter against her body. Loki pulled harder, equally determined to keep his hold. Claire elbowed him in the solar plexus as she tried to wedge her body between Loki and the ball. Loki huffed in amusement, shaking his head as he fought against her hold.

“You are such a brat.”

“I’m not hearing a complaint.” Claire made a noise of protest as the ball slipped free of her grasp.

“Merely an observation.” Loki grinned, tucking the ball beneath his arm. Claire growled, charmed against her will by his dashing smile. Stupid handsome jerk.

“Hey love birds!” Tony shouted. “Can we speed this up? I’m too old for this shit.”

“You can take a break if you need to, old man,” Claire teased. “Want someone to bring your walker?”

“Oh you are so out of the will. Nargles, my ass,” Tony groaned, bracing his hands on his lower back as he cracked his spine. “Throw the ball already!” he complained.

“I was waiting for you to finish complaining.” Loki murmured as he spun the ball between his fingertips.

“Yeah, that’ll never happen,” Bucky shook his head. “We’ll be here all day waiting.”

“Shove it Barnes!”

“You shove it!” Bucky shot back. “C’mon, let’s wrap this up before the ol’ fogey breaks a hip.”

“No more nargles?” Loki peered at Anja suspiciously, ignoring the vulgar hand gestures Tony aimed at Bucky. Claire smothered a laugh as Bucky aimed one back.

“Don’t look at me, I didn’t have anything to do with it.” Anja said defensively. Loki grinned. Lie.

He tossed the ball into the middle of the field, his balance thrown off as Claire immediately shot past him to intercept it. She slid on her knees between Sif’s legs when the warrior tried to block her path, jumping back up to her knees to chase the ball. Thor reached it at the same time, heading her off. Perfectly at ease, the god of thunder posed no threat and simply wished to annoy his new sister by preventing her from advancing down the field. Claire was ready to win.

“Peace, sister, I do not wish to hurt you-ah!” Thor gasped as Claire moved him aside with a hip throw. Thor struck the dirt and Claire spun away, cackling as she kicked the ball back toward her teammates. The crowd laughed at the comical sight of the god of thunder sprawled in the dirt, as did Loki and everyone else on the field.

“You can’t do that!” Loki shouted in protest as Claire raced past him with the ball.

“Nobody told me that!” Claire shouted back gleefully. Bucky was waiting to block Hogun as Claire kicked the ball further up the field.

“What in Hel’s name are you doing?” Loki raced to Thor’s side, hoisting his oafish brother to his feet by his collar. “We are going to lose!”

“Did you see her throw me, brother?” Thor laughed in amazement. “She is fast as lightning!” he crowed.

“Gods, you are a fool. Come on!” Loki took off running, intent on stealing the ball back from Claire and Anja before they could score. He caught up to Claire easily, but she sensed him coming and darted to the side, evading his long reach. He followed closely, their arms tangling as they fought over the ball. Claire’s foot hooked around his and he was tugged off balance. Loki hit the dirt, rolling as Claire kicked the ball far ahead to Anja. He watched it sail through the air with sinking hope for victory. His teammates made no effort to foil their opponents and it reached the blonde with no interference. Loki watched in dismay as the captain allowed Anja to leisurely approach the goal and lightly tap the ball between the goal posts.

“Great job, sweetheart.” Steve praised as the crowd cheered from the stands. Anja smiled, squeaking with surprise when Bucky swooped in from behind and she found herself sandwiched between the pair.

“Gross.” Claire’s nose wrinkled as both men kissed Anja on the cheek.

“Victors are meant to celebrate,” Loki mused from the ground. “No kiss for me, I suppose.” he sighed theatrically.

“And risk scandal? Perish the thought.” Claire replied.

“It’s the least you could do after besting me.” Loki groused.

“Told you I’d wipe the floor with you,” Loki’s ire faded as Claire grinned down at him, arms crossed over her chest. Seeing her satisfied grin was worth being knocked to the ground. “Need a hand?” she helped him to his feet, helping him brush dirt and loose grass off his tunic.

“Well done.”

“Thanks. How’s Thor?”

“In awe of your skill, apparently,” Loki chuckled. “You shall have to teach me that move.”

“You know, I offer private lessons.”

“Do you?” Loki purred. “When could one partake in said lessons?” Claire wasn’t able to respond, as she and Loki were swept up in celebrating both her teams victory, and the end of the wedding games.

~~~~

“Say what you want,” Claire said around a mouthful of fire-roasted bird (she kept telling herself it was chicken). “They might be a little weird, but the Asgardians know how to party.” Despite the full day’s itinerary, people had flooded the beaches at sunset, setting massive mounds of wood ablaze along the coastline. People milled all around them- dancing, laughing, and eating and drinking as they celebrated the summer solstice. It seemed everyone with hair had braided beautiful blooms of flowers into their hairdos, even the men.

Claire sat beside a large bonfire with her uncle, taking a break from socializing with all the guests. She had to hand it to her new mother-in-law, combining her and Loki’s wedding with the celebration of the summer solstice had garnered a massive turnout. All around them people seemed to be having the time of their lives as they danced around the monumental fires.

“Do you think you could be happy here?” Phil asked somberly, breaking the happy spell cast on the evening. Claire stopped chewing, looking at him in surprise. She knew that as the wedding loomed closer, her uncle’s guilt for talking her into this grew. Now that it was less than 24 hours away, he was a mess. (Let’s be honest, so was she.)

“Honestly…” Claire looked around at all the frolicking people, adorned with flower crowns and henna tattoos of runes and sigils, and felt oddly at home. She’d always felt called to witchcraft so she was familiar with runes and divination, both of which seemed ingrained in the culture here. In Asgard, she wouldn’t be considered weird for her witchy proclivities. “I think I’m gonna love it.”

“Don’t lie just to appease me, Claire. I know you’re nervous.”

“I am, it’s true. All of this is definitely going to take some getting used to, but I can see myself being really happy here. This beach party makes me feel right at home.” Further along the beach, Claire spotted Thor and Loki among the crowd, both of them bedecked in braids and flowers. She had seen Loki sporadically through the crowd, nursing a mead. Thor was already drunk, hanging onto Loki for balance as they made their way to a blanket. Loki was in his signature green, although he’d forgone the leather for the beach party. Instead he wore soft-looking pants and a linen-type shirt, the fabric draping over him sensually as it shifted in the breeze. The v-neck of the top showed a triangle of his skin, and Claire wanted to see more. Bereft of his leathers, he looked practically naked. Slutty.

As if he knew she was gawking, Loki’s green eyes flicked in her direction, catching her in the crowd immediately. The heat of his gaze scorched her. He’d opted to line his eyes with kohl, making the green stand out even more than usual. Without taking his eyes off her, he said something to Thor and set off toward her.

“Even considering…” Phil’s question was lost on the wind as the intense eye contact with Loki continued unbroken as he made his way toward them.

“Hmm?” Claire offered helplessly, lost in the intensity of the gods gaze. Fuck, he’s hot. She suppressed a shiver as she remembered their passionate kiss under the willow tree. She wanted more of those kisses, and she wanted them bad.

“I said-”

“Gleðilegt Jónsmessa!” (Icelandic) Loki announced as he reached their blanket.

“Bless you?” Claire offered. Loki laughed heartily, shaking his head.

“Happy Midsummer to you both,” he translated. “May I?” he gestured to the open space between them on the blanket. Phil looked irritated, but Claire tucked the fan of her skirt beneath her to give him room to sit. “Are you enjoying the celebration?”

“I am, actually. It's not too different from the beach parties back home. Although we didn’t paint runes on our skin and people were usually crossfaded.”

“Crossfaded?” Loki asked.

“Right, sorry,” Claire smiled. “Remember the pot we smoked in the garden?” Loki nodded, ignoring Phil's confused look. “If we'd gotten drunk too, we would have been crossfaded.”

“I see. Is that something you enjoy?” Claire shrugged.

“It's alright, but I prefer weed to alcohol,” She explained. “Can I ask- why is everyone drunk? Is it part of the tradition or-”

“Did no one tell you?” Loki balked. “What a terrible slight,” He scooted closer to her, close enough that their knees pressed together. “Lore has long said that evil spirits walk amongst the living on the longest day of summer. The bonfires are to frighten them away, and ensure a good harvest later in the year. One tradition is that the more a man drinks, the more successful his crops will be come harvest time. Over time it's changed to anyone's endeavors and people imbibe in Freyja's name.”

“She's the goddess of midsummer? I thought it was love and fertility.”

“She is also associated with the sun and the warmth of summer,” Loki replied. “There is also a tradition for lovers to jump over a bonfire together- it is supposed to bring good luck.”

“Good luck as in lots of babies? The pagans considered midsummer a celebration of fertility.”

“That they did,” Loki chuckled. “And yes, that is the belief here as well.”

“Are people going to make us jump over a fire?” Loki laughed at her question.

“Possibly,” he said sheepishly. “My mother is all but frothing at the mouth at the idea of children.”

“My mom would be too.”

“What happened to her?” Loki asked gently. “You said she passed when you were young, but-”

“I don't like to talk about it,” Claire chewed her bottom lip, her fingers rubbing her wrist in agitation. “It was really traumatic.”

“My apologies.” Loki frowned. He knew mortals were fragile, but how bad could it have been for the usually composed woman to act that way? Phil looked back and forth between them in silent astonishment. It was like a night and day difference between their first meetings. Instead of shouting and insulting each other, they seemed to have found an equilibrium, or at the very least a modicum of intimacy. Seeing them sit in companionable silence, Phil felt a bit better about talking Claire into this.

“Gleðilegt Jónsmessa!” A young child crowed happily as she waved at the prince and future princess. Her mother looked on from the beach, offering a sheepish smile as her daughter spoke a mile a minute to the prince.

“She is asking if you would like flowers.” Loki translated, smiling at Claire.

“Oh! I thought I couldn't have them,” Claire had wanted flowers, but as an unmarried woman, she wasn't allowed the braids other women wore theirs in.

“The braids, no, but you may have as many flowers as you like.”

“Just one, please.” Loki accepted an orange blossom from the little girl with a smile, turning to offer it to Claire. Claire swept her long hair over her shoulder, and Loki took the opportunity to lean closer.

“Next year,” he murmured as he tucked the stem behind her ear. “You will have a flower crown to put the others to shame.”

“I'll hold you to that.” Claire laughed, glad she wasn't the only one of them thinking about the future. The little girl squealed with delight, throwing her arms around Claire's neck in a surprise hug. Her mother gasped and reached for the girl, but Claire laughed and hugged the little girl back. The girl said something quickly, her small finger toying with the flower petals.

“She says it is as pretty as you are,” Loki translated. “It’s true. The color suits you.”

“Even though it's not green?” Claire teased. “How do I thank her?”

“Tack själv,” Loki replied, charmed when Claire repeated it flawlessly to the young girl before sending her back to her mother with a wave. “You have no runes? No wishes for the coming year?” He asked in surprise when he spied her bare arms.

“I didn't know where to get them! Do you have them?”

“Of course,” Loki grinned, pulling up his sleeves to show off the artwork on his skin. Claire recognized the runes, the symbols for abundance, joy, power and transformation. “Do you know them?”

“Mmhmm,” Claire hummed, tapping each rune with a finger. “Uruz, wunjo, dagaz, fehu.”

“How is it that a Midgardian is wise to the ways of magic?”

“My mom was very religious, but it was never the right fit for me, and when she died...” Claire swallowed. “I rejected it completely. I had a hard time believing a just god could allow her to die the way she did. Still do. Eventually, I found my way to witchcraft.” Claire grinned.

“I see. Someday I will ask you about it. I'm curious how our magics compare.”

“I am too.”

“Loki!” Thor called from a ways down the beach. He had gathered all the Avengers around him, along with a few of the political guests and Asgardians. “LOKI!” he waved cheerfully.

“Norns, what does he want?” Loki sighed.

“You must jump the fire!” Thor cried, miming a jump as best he could in his inebriated state. “Bring your wife to be!”

“He’ll never leave us alone.” Loki groaned, looking over at Claire apologetically. Claire threw her head back and laughed as Thor continued his poor pantomime, spilling mead over himself and the unsuspecting sand beneath his feet.

“We should put him out of his misery,” she said as Thor’s inner lack of equilibrium caught up with him and he dropped his mead. “Just this once.”

“Just this once.” Loki echoed, offering her his hand once he’d gotten to his feet. The group of onlookers cheered as they approached, garnering more attention from the party goers. Before long, a large crowd had gathered around the bonfire. Excitement filled the air as space was made for them to approach the fire, welcoming them into the circle.

Loki was even more handsome in the firelight, the dancing flames casting shadows that danced along his sharp cheekbones like a lovers caress. If she stretched up on her tiptoes, she’d be able to kiss the smooth expanse of his cheek. She considered it, until she saw how worried he looked.

“Loki? You okay?” she asked. Loki’s eyes darted from the fire to hers, the wild edge receding when she grabbed his hand. Was she imagining it or was his hand shaking?

“...yes, I’m fine,” Loki replied absently, his throat fighting to close up as he tried to ignore the flashbacks of the last time he’d been this close to fire. Claire wasn’t convinced; he could tell by the way her lips twisted. Thankfully, she said nothing as the crowd parted began calling for them to jump. “Are you ready?” Tucking her concern aside for the time being, Claire looked back at what awaited them.

The fire beckoned like a glistening promise of what was to come, if they were brave enough to face it. Coming to Asgard was a challenge unlike any Claire had ever faced before, but Loki made the struggle worth it. Despite their rocky start, Claire felt they’d found their equilibrium at last, and formed a strong bond to see them through the challenges still yet to come. She just hoped he felt the same.

The fire crackled loudly, wispy fingers of smoke beckoning them closer. The only way out was through.

“Ready, Freddy,” Claire looked up at Loki, smiling when he laced their fingers together. “Let’s do this.”

There was a short run, a flicker of heat, a feeling of weightlessness, and then sand between her toes as they touched back down.

Loki's shirt collar rode low on his chest as they landed on the other side, allowing her to see the rune above his heart. It was the bindrune for love. For all their flirting and skirting the line of the rules, seeing the rune made Claire's heart flutter like nothing else. Physical connections were one thing, but to know he wanted something deeper made her happy enough to burst. He does feel the same.

An eruption of cheers met them as those gathered shouted their congratulations and showered them with blooms from their braids. Loki’s hand reached out to fix the flower in her hair, his thumb tracing the apple of her cheek. Claire was about to tackle him onto the sand when Thor lumbered his way over.

“Congratulations to you both,” he said warmly, massive hands clasping their shoulders. “My new sister!” he shook her excitedly, releasing her as he leaned in close. Loki’s hands steadied her when she staggered, warmth from his palms blooming over her hips. “I was able to procure the gift you asked for.”

“Are you shitting me?” Claire burst into laughter, rocking back into Loki’s broad frame. “You actually found a talking llama?”

“Of course! A prince of Asgard always keeps his word,” Thor puffed up with pride, his face breaking into a huge grin as he pulled her into a hug. “I am joking, sister. It is only a regular llama. Try not to be too disappointed, hmm?” he laughed as he released her again. “In the name of Odin All-father- I, Thor Odinson, do hereby bless this union!” he shouted in his booming voice, spurring another round of cheers from the crowded beach. “May you be fruitful, and happy.” he gave Loki a meaningful glance, embracing them both again before going off in search of more mead.

“Would you like some runes?” Loki asked over the roar of the crowd. “I can paint them for you.”

“Yes! I'd love some.” Claire was grateful for a reprieve from the mortification of strangers cheering for her to get pregnant.

“I will fetch the supplies,” Loki smiled. “Excuse me.” Claire made her way back to the blanket where Phil waited, waving at the people who greeted her.

“So you two are friendly now?” Phil asked as she sat down again. Claire's cheeks turned pink as he stared at her knowingly.

“We've been spending time together.” she replied defensively.

“Supervised time?” Phil pressed.

“Obviously,” Claire said. “You know the rules as well as I do.”

“Mmhmm.” Phil wasn't convinced, but he wasn't going to run to Odin about it. Even if Phil did not like or trust Loki, they were adults.

“Something to say?” Claire challenged as she picked at the hem of her skirt. She really wasn't one for dresses, but they were growing on her. The material was so soft it felt like butter.

“Just weird, that's all. You seem awfully close for people who haven't spent any time alone.”

“Mmhmm,” Claire said absently. “Look I know you're not fooled, so just don't say anything okay?”

“How did he do it?”

“How did who do what?” Claire asked innocently. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Mmhmm.” Phil grumped. Claire returned to picking at her skirt as Loki returned with henna ink and a brush.

“Which runes would you like?”

“Surprise me, but I have one request.”

“Of course.” Claire smiled shyly before looking directly at the spot above his heart. Loki grinned, and she thought she saw a faint blush on his cheeks as he took brush to ink and got to work. He worked methodically, creating straight, confident lines with a steady hand. She watched him work, completely relaxed under his hands. She took the opportunity to really study him, the sharp angle of his cheek bones, the arch of his eyebrows, the length of his eye lashes. A strand of his long black hair had escaped the braids and hung in his handsome face, curling softly against his cheek and looking sleek as an oil spill in the light from the fire. Claire studied the elegant shape of his hands, appreciating the soft sensation of their skin brushing as he worked. His forearms were slim and toned, and she could see the veins and cords of muscle flex beneath his skin. Though hidden from her gaze, Claire knew his biceps were just as luscious and the way the fabric of his shirt stretched over them was making her feel feral. He really was a beautiful man. Between them, their legs touched at the knee, the tops of their bare feet squished together. The hem of Claire's dress fluttered in the breeze, exposing her ankle, and Claire laughed suddenly at the thought of Loki fainting at the sight.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking up from his work.

“Yeah, just had a funny thought,” she explained. “My ankle is showing.”

“How scandalous.” Loki teased.

“Not gonna faint?”

“Not after seeing your-” Loki stopped, glancing over at Phil. “Never mind,” Claire smiled wolfishly as she recalled how he'd reacted to seeing her in leggings. The poor bastard had no idea what was coming. “It's not funny.”

“I think it's hilarious. God of mischief, struck dumb by a pair of leggings.”

“It was not the leggings, but what they contained. Or rather, barely contained. I have half a mind to disallow you from wearing them in public.”

“Fat chance,” Claire replied. “And honey, if you think those were scandalous, you've got another thing coming.” Loki hung his head, exhaling through his nose.

“You're trying to distract me. Let me work, please, lest you end up rich in fish.” Claire giggled at his ludicrous threat.

“Considering my love for sushi, that sounds lovely.” Loki snickered along with her as he finished the last rune.

“I'm afraid I can't give you this one,” he tapped the end of the brush on his chest. “It wouldn't be appropriate.”

“Okay, I'll do it then. Lemme see?” She asked, taking the brush from him. Loki swallowed before tugging his shirt collar down to expose the rune. Claire tugged her own collar down to begin painting the rune when Phil finally seemed to wise up to what they were doing and flicked water at them from his glass.

“Behave please. You're in public.”

“For fucks sake, he's gonna see it tomorrow anyway!” Claire groaned in exasperation, rolling her eyes when Phil shook his head.

“Look I personally don't care. But there are very specific rules here.”

“Fuck the rules. We're getting married in less than 24 hours,” Claire huffed. “Ridiculous.”

“Perhaps it would be best-”

“It'll take two seconds, mischief,” Claire pleaded. “Unless you really don't want to risk it.”

“Do it.” Loki challenged, pulling his collar back down with a smirk. Claire grinned back, getting to work painting the rune above the swell of her left breast. Each time she glanced at the rune on Loki's chest, he was staring at her unrepentantly. She figured he was ogling her just as she'd done to him earlier, and pulled her collar lower just to give him something to stare at.

Loki couldn't help but stare as she lowered her collar further than necessary. He'd had reservations going into this farce, but now...he dared any to stop them from being wed tomorrow. His ever present desire for her bubbled in his veins and any man who dared try to take her from him would die slowly and painfully. He spied a speck of black in the valley between her breasts and straightened, trying to see it better.

“It's a tattoo,” Claire said knowingly, catching his eye as she finished painting the rune. “Similar to these, but this is permanent. Wanna see?” She grinned wolfishly, making him laugh as he nodded. She glanced around for any naysayers before exposing the tattoo. Loki found himself filled with a new appreciation for the moon cycles as he drank in the sight of her tattoo. Whimsical and delicate star bursts lay scattered around phases of the moon connected by a thin line of dashes. Dividing her chest in half, the tattoo graced the valley between her breasts like a hanging chain. The black ink contrasted her creamy skin beautifully, and he longed to trace it with his fingertips and tongue.

“It's lovely.”

“Any chance I'll see you later tonight?” Claire asked quietly. “I could show you up close.”

“I cannot tonight, darling. At least, not as I have been. I have wedding duties to attend to after this.”

“That's unfortunate,” Claire sighed. “Here I was hatching schemes.”

“You’ll have to hatch your schemes tomorrow night, menace,” Loki's eyes shone with mischief as they shared a smile. “Otherwise I will be unable to fulfill my duties tomorrow.”

“Well when you put it that way,” Claire dabbed the rune on her chest with her finger to test its dryness. When her finger came away clean, she released her collar and Loki mourned the loss. “It’s a date.”

~~~~

Halfway through the night, Claire was jostled awake by a woman asking her to follow her. At the woman’s insistence that it was important, Claire begrudgingly left her warm bed and followed the woman out of her chambers and down the darkened palace hallways. After what felt like an eternity of walking, the woman ushered Claire into a dimly lit large room and closed the door behind them. As Claire’s eyes adjusted the low lighting, she noticed the unusual number of couches as well as people that filled the room.

“What in the hell…?” Claire’s foggy brain was working overtime to try and process what was going on. Loki’s words from early echoed in her mind: Sleep well. You will need it. Turning back to the woman she asked, “What is this?”

“It is your kvángaðr vaka, my lady.” The girl replied.

“My what?” Claire asked, blanching as a man approached her with his arms outstretched. “Um…hi. Can I help y-hey!” Claire slapped the man’s hands away when he tried to remove her nightgown.

“Please don’t be alarmed, my lady. We only wish to please you.” The man said apologetically.

“I don’t understand. I am half asleep and confused and I want you to stop touching me.” Claire said, pushing the man’s hands away a second time. “Who are you? What is going on?!”

“This is a safe place, my lady; no harm will come to you here,” the woman replied gently. “We are masters in the sacred arts of pleasure. This is called a marriage awakening in your tongue. It is meant for you to discover what pleases you so that your marriage bed will be enjoyable.”

“Be that as it may…” Claire said hesitantly, trying to think of the most diplomatic answer. “I’m not sure Prince Loki would like the idea of-”

“But he is already here, my lady.” The woman answered, gesturing to a far corner of the room.

“What?” Claire balked, following the woman’s arm to where Loki stood…with his cock in a blonde woman’s mouth as she knelt in front of him. How charming. “Oh,” she added quietly, pointedly ignoring the lines of muscle she could see from here. Loki hid his physique behind all the metal and leather, and oh my was he hiding a feast for her eyes. Claire wasn’t sure where to look first- his large hands as they guided the woman’s head, the peppering of dark hairs that trailed enticingly down his chest, his thighs, his biceps…

Arousal pooled between her thighs as she gaped at him helplessly, her jaw slack as she burned in awe of his strength. She’d seen his muscles up close in the training arena, but she wanted to know what his hands felt like in her hair as he fucked her mouth.

“My lady?”

“I wasn’t drooling,” Claire blurted quickly, snapping her attention away from the smooth motion of Loki’s hips to the woman beside her, curling her lips inward as the woman gave her a respectful look that clearly meant ‘okay bitch, whatever you say’. “I still don’t understand.”

“That’s alright, my lady; we will guide you,” the woman said. “Our goal is to help you learn what your body likes. Tomorrow before the wedding ceremony, we will give our report to Prince Loki. Don’t worry, my lady, you shall receive a report as well,” she added, placating Claire before she could open her mouth. “This way, when your marriage is consummated, it will be more enjoyable for you both.”

“That…actually makes sense,” Claire found herself saying. “But what about the ‘no-sex-before-marriage’ thing?” she asked.

“Do not fret my lady, your maidenhead will remain intact,” the serving girl assured her. “We would never deny your husband his privilege.”

“Privilege,” Claire repeated numbly, glancing over at Loki again, who still had his cock in a woman’s mouth (not that she was surprised) and was face-fucking her rather roughly. Jesus dude. Definitely ignoring how hot that is. Wait, is that a different girl? “Riiiight.”

In the firelight, Claire could very clearly see the flex of Loki’s strong thighs and the dimples of his ass cheeks as he fucked into the pliant mouth of the woman on her knees. Her hands grasped at his thighs for balance, and Claire’s insides burned with fury and jealousy. How dare that cunt think she had a right to touch her Loki?

“You said arts? Multiple?” Claire asked. The woman smiled, offering her hand.

“Indeed I did, Your Highness.”

~~~~

“Enjoying yourself?” Loki’s silky smooth voice hissed in her ear, completely shattering her little world. She was laid out, naked, on a remarkably comfortable couch, with the man from before face-planted between her thighs. The woman who’d woken her sat behind her, cradling Claire against her chest as she caressed Claire’s goose-pimpled flesh with soft furs.

“I was,” Claire sighed irritably as she opened her eyes to glare at him, her jealousy from earlier coming back to the fore. “What do you want?”

“I’m simply curious what has you making so much noise.” Loki said teasingly, enjoying the annoyed look on Claire’s face.

“I’m surprised you could hear anything over your grunting.” Claire shot back. Loki grimaced for a brief second before flashing a joking smile.

“Yes well…dry spells will have that effect on anyone.”

“True.” Claire conceded as a shiver ran through her. She could feel her orgasm building but if she was honest, the man between her legs was prolonging it more than helping her reach it. She could easily give him instructions, but she was content to enjoy the prolonged pleasure at this point.

“Have you come yet?” Loki asked softly, his eyes rapt on the dark hair between her thighs.

“Working on a third,” Claire sighed. “Why, have you?” she asked nonchalantly, shivering as a fur trailed across her nipples.

“Of course I have. Twice.” Loki scoffed.

“That’s twice?!” Claire balked as her eyes dropped to his still-raging hard on. Loki shot her a wolfish smile.

“And I have several more left in me. Think of the fun we’ll have, little wife,” he smirked, dropping to his knees behind her head. “Shall I give him directions?” he said softly in her ear, sending a chill down her spine. Claire nodded helplessly, wanting so desperately to reach her peak. And maybe, just maybe, a small part of her wished Loki would touch her. Okay, a big part.

“Please.” She said airily, her face flushing when he grinned predatorily at her.

“You’re off center, boy. To the left,” Loki instructed the man, smirking satisfactorily when Claire’s body seized and she gave a loud squeal. “Hold her down, for goodness sake; you’ll never get any traction with her thrashing about,” he snapped, watching with delight as Claire’s face flamed, her breath coming in pants as her hips twitched. The man’s grip turned to iron, keeping Claire in place as the woman’s arms locked around her to keep her still. “Harder,” He commanded, growling appreciatively as one of Claire’s hands fisted in the hair at his nape. “Better?”

“Better!” Claire gasped, her body tensing and jerking as she imagined how nice it would be if Loki were to pinch her nipples. Her orgasm swelled and burst suddenly and she stopped caring that she was on display as she felt as it crashed through her.

“Oh, I can’t wait to do this to you myself,” Loki groaned in her ear as his hand snaked its way down her belly, leaving electric ripples of pleasure in its wake. “Tomorrow it will be me pleasuring you- my head between your thighs and my tongue on your clit,” Claire’s muscles clenched in anticipation as his long fingers neared the top of her sex. “What do you think of that, little wife?” he murmured heatedly.

“Prince Loki.” the woman holding Claire broke the spell, her eyes focused on his hand pointedly.

“My intended is more than capable of saying whether she minds my touching her,” Loki replied shortly as he stood up. “Aren’t you?” Claire was puzzled by his question. Did she mind? Two seconds ago she was aching for him to touch her between her thighs, but now she just wanted a nap. Well, if she didn’t know, he wouldn’t either. Or so she thought, until the smug bastard grinned at her. “Focus, darling, do you wish for me to stop?”

“Not really, but shouldn’t your dick be in someone else’s face right now?” she managed to ask in an exasperated tone. Good job Claire. Loki gave a soft laugh.

“Quite right,” he agreed. “But since I helped you…whom do you think I should solicit next? The brunette or the redhead?”

[heavyhitterheaux]

Ease Your Mind

AN: beach weekend with Urby? I think YES

Synopsis: After being overwhelmed with everything going on around you in your life, your boyfriend Urban plans a weekend getaway for the two of you to give you some much needed relaxation and a break.

Pairing: Urban Wyatt x Reader

Requested by the gorgeous @angellll02 😘

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You were full-blown crying at the simple gesture of you dropping a glass on the kitchen floor and that was the last straw.

The straw that finally broke the camel’s back.

You were so overwhelmed and just didn't know what to do anymore.

The pressure was felt from your job, your duties of being a good big sister, a good friend who was always a listening ear, and you were overwhelmed from even being a good dog mom.

But, one person who could always make everything better was your baby, Urban.

With him, all you cares were put on the back burner and he made sure you would take the time to take care of yourself.

So, when he came into the kitchen to see what the loud sound was, he was confused to see that you were crying. All because you broke a glass. 

"Baby! Why are you crying? And don't move. You don't have on shoes and I don't want you to step on glass."

"I'M SO OVERWHELMED!"

“Okay, babe just give me a second to clean this up, stay there.”

As much as he immediately wanted to bring you into a hug and kiss you, the last thing he wanted to do was risk you getting hurt.

Urban quickly cleaned up the glass and put in in the trash while you stayed in the corner silent with tears streaming down your face. You didn’t even bother to wipe them away at this point and you just felt so defeated.

When Urban was finally finished, you ran into his arms at full speed almost knocking him over. 

“I got you, baby girl. Now do you want to tell me what’s got you feeling so overwhelmed?” He asked while looking down at you and placing a kiss on your forehead. 

“Literally everything. I have to be good at my job, I have to be a good big sister, a good friend since everyone ALWAYS comes to me with their problems, and I have to be a good mom to my pets, and I have to be a good girlfriend to you too!”

“You’re all of that and more and I can see how you’re overwhelmed. Baby, you don’t know how to say no to people. I mean... you can be too nice sometimes and you wear yourself thin. You can’t pour from an empty cup.”

“But...”

“No, you need to take some time out for yourself.”

“Urby...”

“Nothing is going to fall apart if you take a break, I promise.”

“But how can you be so sure?”

“If it does then they need to stop fucking relying on you so damn much. My girl is only one person and they need to cut that shit out.”

“But... I have this huge project...”

“Stop talking. I have an idea. Just go pack your suitcase.”

“Urban...”

“Listen to me. Go do it and then it’s almost midnight, but we can still leave anyway.”

“Where are we going?!”

“BABY! Stop trying to control everything and listen. I love you but you have got to stop that. Now go pack.” Urban replied and lightly tapped your nose before kissing it.

“Fine.” You said in a huff and began stomping towards your shared bedroom.

Urban heard you muttering under your breath and yelled out making you stop cold.

“BABY I CAN HEAR YOU, QUIT IT!”

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!”

You quickly made your way into your closet trying to decide on what to pack.

“URBAN! WHAT KIND OF CLOTHES SHOULD I BRING?!”

“NOTHING IF IT’S LEFT UP TO ME!”

“URBAN HENRY!! REWORD THAT ANSWER!”

“SUN DRESSES AND BATHING SUITS! NO NEED TO WEAR PANTIES OR A BRA UNDER THOSE SUNDRESSES EITHER!”

“SHUT THE HELL UP! YOU GET ON MY NERVES!”

You instantly rolled your eyes and laugh at how silly Urban was before deciding on a few outfits to pack.

“HOW MANY DAYS ARE WE STAYING?!”

“THE WHOLE WEEKEND!”

“So, that means I need about fifteen outfits. Just in case,” You muttered to yourself.

You brought your suitcase out into your room and laid it on your bed to begin packing when Urban came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you.

You melted into his embrace as he kissed the top of your head.

He peeked over to see your matching bra and panty sets and promptly began taking them out of your suitcase. 

“URBAN!”

“Huh?”

“PUT THEM BACK NEOW!”

“But...”

“NOW SIR!”

“Fine.” Urban quietly muttered but not before sticking one set in his pocket without you noticing and proceeding to place in back in your drawer in the tall dresser.

“Don’t you need to pack yourself?”

“I’m already packed.”

“Wait a minute... was this your plan the WHOLE time?!”

“Ehh more or less.”

“You sneaky little.....”

“HEY! Stop that. The quicker you pack the sooner we can leave.”

“Then get over here and help me dumbass.”

“That isn’t a nice way to get your boyfriend to help you.”

“I love you stink, now HELP ME. And you can start by putting my bra and panty set back in here that you put back in the dresser and thought I didn’t notice.”

“Baby, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“URBAN! PUT.IT.BACK!”

---

The two of you were now laying on the beach without a care in the world soaking up the sun.

This is the most relaxed that Urban has seen you in months and he was taking it all in.

He made a note to do this more often and to make sure that you were taking the time out for yourself.

“Baby girl!”

“What, Urban?! I’m off duty.”

“You not off duty from being my girlfriend so get your fine ass over here.”

“Urban... I am laying next to you.”

“And I want you on top of me so come here.”

“URBAN! There are children out here.”

“Well, they’re going to have to find out how they were made sometime.”

“You are so fucking nasty.”

“You weren’t saying that last night when I let you sit on my face. I think it went more like ‘oohhh Urban, baby don’t stop’“ You immediately gasped and hit his shoulder as he began laughing.

“I DO NOT SOUND LIKE THAT!”

“Hmm, you sure about that?”

“Imma kill you. I have to at this point.”

“Well you’re killing me with this tiny ass bikini you got on.” Urban replied while pulling you on top of him and you were now straddling him as he began playing with the strings on it. 

“Urb... you bought this for me.”

“WHEN?! This shit needs to be for my eyes only. Your boobs are literally spilling out.”

“Because your ass got a size too small for that exact reason.”

“Oh... you right. Forgot about that.”

You instantly rolled your eyes.

“So you have no one to blame but yourself.”

“Lemme finger you right quick.”

“URBAN HENRY!”

“Yes?”

“Behave and control yourself. You didn’t get enough last night?!”

“No, I can never get enough of my baby.”

“Well, you’re going to have to wait. We literally just came out onto the beach thirty minutes ago.”

“Ehh and that’s enough vitamin D for the day.”

“URBAN!”

“Fine, we stay for another hour and then I want to be deep in them guts.”

“Jesus have mercy.”

“Let me put your mind at ease, baby girl. You have the next week off from work.”

“Urban! What did you do?!”

“I did what I needed to do for my baby girl so that she could rest.”

“Well, thank you. I appreciate you for loving me the way you do and taking such good care for me.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way mamas.” Urban responded as he leaned up to kiss you.

“Now can I finger you?”

“URBAN!”

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yourinstagramname: when my baby urbanwyatt tells me to pack a bag, I don’t ask any questions. thank you for this much needed break my love 😘🥰

urbanwyatt: yourinstagramname you’re welcome my baby, but you asked a million questions before I could get your ass in the car 😂🤣

yourinstagramname: urbanwyatt I needed to know what to pack!

jackharlow: urbanwyatt sounds just like her and YALL WENT TO THE BEACH AND DIDN’T INVITE ME?!

urbanwyatt: jackharlow couples only. you’re single. 

jackharlow: then tell yourinstagramname to hook me up with her cousin Sierra!

yourinstagramname: jackharlow Sierra don’t want your thot ass

urbanwyatt: yourinstagramname jackharlow LMAOOOOO AYO!

jackharlow: yourinstagramname you ain’t have to do me like that. I’ll give it all up for her.

yourinstagramname: jackharlow you literally have a song called side piece, boy bye.

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yourinstagramname: jackharlow no.

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yourinstagramname: druski2funny I hope you weren’t referring to yourself 😐

urbanwyatt: druski2funny lmaoooo go away and get your own girl and stop trying to steal mine! that’s what your ass gets!

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jackharlow: yourinstagramname we did NOT need to know that

yourinstagramname: jackharlow jealous much? 

urbanwyatt: yourinstagramname soooo what you tryna do? you have an ENTIRE week off 😏

yourinstagramname: urbanwyatt you already know what I want baby 

urbanwyatt: yourinstagramname be prepared to not be able to walk

yourinstagramname: oohhh let’s do it in front of the mirror!

urbanwyatt: yourinstagramname SAY LESS!

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[venenatd]

just friends; eren jaegar x reader

summary: you and eren are best pals and have both recently be dumped. so, a plan to get over your exes is needed! what’s better than going out on the town trying to find quick fucks >:) also eren is a smug bastard but kinda has a heart of gold??

content: smut / nsfw 18+. minors dni. (choking, unprotected sex, creampie drinking, drunk sex, possessiveness ig? dirty talk, both of them want to be dominant tbh. slight size kink, oral both m and f receiving. female bodied reader) 

i am new to this pls let me know if i should add anything!!

word count: 5.8k words of unedited content 

a/n: uh so i never thought i’d be back on my tumblr bullshit at 23 but hey after years without the app i’m back. i needed to get out the h-word and this is what happened. enjoy and i’m sorry if it’s terrible lmao

“You look different” 

Frowning at the man waiting ever so patiently for you on the sofa, you look a little defeated. “Is that meant to be a compliment, Eren?”. He sighed, raising his eyebrows at you. To be fair, maybe you did. Wearing a figure hugging black dress, that definitely just hid your ass cheeks, hair styled and sprayed in place, dark lipstick and makeup on your face. Usually Eren would have seen you in sweats, always running a little late for class, snack in hand. 

“Different isn’t bad,” he offered, checking the watch that lay on his wrist, “are we ever going to get to the bar? Your plan will fall through if you’re not careful.”

Ah, the plan. Both you and Eren were newly single. In your final year at university, having managed to keep each relationship going until almost the end. Ironic. Weren’t most meant to fail in the first year? But alas, your partners had decided it was the end within a couple of weeks each other, and as you and Eren had been close since you met on orientation day, you each took to the other for comfort. You had done the crying first, going to him the minute your call with the ex had ended. Leaving wet splotches on his shirt, he had calmed you, only for you to do the same to him later. Now the crying was done, it was time to move on, and what better advice to follow than getting under someone to get over another?

“I just need to look hot enough for a guy to fuck me.”

“What a romantic you are.”

“Shut up Er-”

Eren shifted from the couch, interrupting your usual sass, “and what about me, y/n? Do I look beautiful?”. He threw in a wink with his comment, his aura of cockiness always radiating. You rolled your eyes, before studying his figure. His dark hair half pulled back into a bun, the rest draping his neck and onto a deep emerald green silk shirt, with the top few buttons loose, tucked into dark pants. A ring on each hand, fingers with chipping black nail polish, and to top it off, a thin chain on his neck. You hated to admit it and add to his smug demeanour but... the man did look good. 

“Gorgeous as always Eren,” you said sarcastically, even if it was truthful, “I’m sure there will be a queue of women who are wanting to jump on you.”

“Not if they aren’t all taken already,” he taps at his watch. Whilst the two of you had already been drinking as he waited for you to get ready, it was definitely on the later side.

“Order the uber, and we can go.”

Walking over to him and adding shoes to your outfit, you present yourself before him, a cute little smile playing on your lips. He’s staring down at his phone, quickly going through the motions for the ride. Finally, he looks up to catch your eyes. His jade pupils flick down slightly, and he hopes you miss that they land at the cleavage you’re sporting in your current get up. He flicks your nose, earning a scowl from you and a smile from him.

“You look perfect”

The club is far fuller than you both expected, dance floor and tables taken up and crowded round. Luckily, you had managed to secure you and Eren a pair of seats at the bar, and you were currently on your third..? Fourth drink of the evening. Green eyes watch your lips carefully, as you finish the vodka and lemonade. 

“So, anyone take your fancy?” he prompts, looking around at the mess of people.

Humming, you scan the area. There’s some people you recognise from class, but plenty more you don’t know. Fucking friends seems like a bad move, even in your tipsy state, so you look to the strangers faces. They don’t look like him. Ugh. 

There’s a few options though, and as you point them out to Eren they come with brief descriptors: dark hair and stubble, wide set blonde. He tuts at the options, sarcastically letting out a “sure sure, I see the appeal”. 

“And how about you, anyone you like the look of?” you ask with a sigh.

Christ, Eren thinks to himself. It’s been long enough that he hasn’t had to look for someone else. Sure there were attractive people in the world, but with her around, he hadn’t needed to give anyone else a second look. His palm moves to the back of his neck, stretching out behind him with a huff. “Let’s look on the dance floor?” he offers, clearly not as eager as you were tonight. Moving his hand back down, he holds it out for you, pulling towards the throng of people.

He looks effervescently cool like this. Shirt open, hair starting to fall from his bun. Eren is looking around at the people surrounding the two of you. The two of you had been working in circles, allowing each other an eyeful as the club goers move around the space. As a group of guys push their way from the dance floor to the bar, you get shoved towards Eren. Heels were never quite your forte, and you stumble against him, hands on either side of his chest. Grinning down at you with that smug little smile that annoyed you so much, Eren brought large hands to your waist, pushing you away a little. But his hands stay there as he continues to sway to the music, making no effort to break the contact. And so you bring your arms up to his neck, allowing his movements to carry you on time to the song. For the first time in the past couple of weeks, you feel light. Your chest isn’t constricted by some foreign weight. It’s just you and your best friend, buzzed and free.

Colours change above you, as you look up to Eren, him down to you. A playful grin takes his lips as he pulls you a little closer, you so easily accepting the narrowing distance. Your black silk meets his deep green, chest pushing into his. You carefully analyse his features, seeing if he attempts to check you out like earlier. 

Was it the alcohol making your cheeks so warm? Lit up by a purple hue, you watch his eyes return to exploring the crowd, his hand still holding on to you. His smirk falters, his eyebrows creasing together. You’re not moving in circles anymore, Eren pausing in his movements as he thinks about what to do next. He shouldn’t lie to you, but seeing your ex at the bar would really harsh the night. Under his fingers, he can feel your body tense, suddenly unsure at how close the contact between you was. 

But Eren doesn’t want you to know, he doesn’t want you to be distracted by your ex tonight. He doesn’t want to see your hurt little face anymore. The way your eyes would be red and puffy the next day. The way he would feel your shoulders heaving under his arms. You don’t deserve that. Hell, you didn’t deserve the huge amount of shit your ex had put you through over the years he’d known you. Eren would sit back and listen to you rant, support you where he could. But fuck that guy. And he wasn’t sure what sparked in his chest, but Eren’s jade orbs are trained straight back on you. His eyebrows calm, tension releasing from them. As you can turn to scope out whatever had changed his body language so suddenly, he catches your jaw. 

Beginning to slowly move again, his eyes have narrowed, taking in the way the dress hugs you, the shine on your skin from the hot dance floor. Eren couldn’t quite figure out what was intoxicating him right now. Definitely a lot of alcohol, but also a sudden… possessiveness. He didn’t want you in pain anymore. Eren wanted you in pleasure. His breath is suddenly on your neck, making your hair raise. 

“I’ve only seen one person I’m interested in tonight.” 

“Oh?” you squeak, before clearing your throat a little. The new deep notes in his voice catch you off guard. It almost sounds like he’s… No. He’s your best friend. The little looks you’d been giving each other all night were just two people looking out for one another, two people seeing each other happy for the first time in a while. Your voice is calmer as you ask light-heartedly, “and who would that be?” 

His lips are so close to your ear. 

“You.” 

“Eren-” your hands move from behind his neck, resting on his shoulders. You need to see your best friend's face, you need to know if he’s joking right now. If he’s mocking you. When you draw back, you see his face. Smug, as always. Fuck you’ve always wanted to knock that cockiness down a peg. Cheshire smile showing his teeth and his eyes looking down at you. Half lidded eyes, pupils blown. He’s not joking. Fuck.

“Can I kiss you?” 

Your breath is caught in your throat. All too aware suddenly of each of his finger pads pressing into your skin, the contact feeling like fire with the added alcohol. But, you find yourself nodding, the yes just escaping your lips before he’s pressed into them.

Large hands travel to your hip, and up your back, pressing you into him. You can feel his body, tense in exhilaration against you, hands back around his neck. One travels up to the nape of his back, tangling into his hair and pulling him deeper into you. The music is all consuming, you can feel the bass in your body, you can feel Eren against you, you can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. 

Eren’s hand on your back travels up, echoing your placement on him, to hold the back of your neck. He doesn’t want you to go, you feel too good. The heat between your bodies could suffocate him. His thumb puts pressure under your jaw, he isn’t even sure you can feel it. But he can, measuring your pulse racing underneath the pad. He’s smiling into this kiss, this all consuming kiss.

His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, and you’re all too eager to allow him into your mouth. Tasting the whisky from your home, tasting the coke from the club. His teeth take your lip nipping slightly, before sucking the plump of it into his mouth. You both come up for air, eyes meeting in acknowledgment of the situation.

“Wanna get out of here?”

The drive home had only served to heap tension between you. As clearly that it was that you wanted each other, you would have to wait a while longer. Your thighs pressed together, slowly inhaling and exhaling. Going through your mind was whether this was a good idea, staring out at the city passing by you. Eren was your friend. You were dating another man two weeks ago. The same man that had previously asked you if he needed to be worried about Eren. You’d laughed it off, because it was Eren. You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt him grip your leg, a little too harshly at first, before settling, leaving a gentle pattern of circles and lines on your inner thigh. It was Eren.

Just one hallway. You had to make it one hallway to get into your apartment. One hallway left to come to your senses. And just like he read your mind, Eren is once again touching you, just his hand on yours pulling you backwards. You twist just in time, his hands instantly cupping your cheeks as he kisses you, deeply and intensely. Pushing you back into the wall, you pray a neighbour doesn’t walk out now. His knee is pressing gently between your legs, and you allow it. Your fingers sink into Eren’s arms, lightly covered by the fabric yet you can still feel the muscle underneath, relaxing and tensing as he pulls you closer. 

His lips are making their way to your jaw, lifting your chin upwards, tentatively licking the bone before moving downwards still, sucking and nipping and licking your neck. A whimper breaks through. You really need to get inside. Gripping his hair, you sharply pull backwards.

“Not going to play nice, huh?” 

When did he speak like this? The playful and shit-eating grin your friend Eren always wore was replaced by something darker, his words laced with intent. 

“Don’t challenge me.” 

You were off, finally at your door, making quick work with the lock, moving in first before he followed. The door shut as you pushed Eren against it, usual doe eyes being taken over with a deep lust. Your hands are instantly at his belt, as his hands find your face once again. This time he’s grabbing your hair, making you look up at him as he glares down at you. You’re constantly challenging one another in conversation, and it’s translating to the bedroom far too easily. 

Lips are on one another again, as you leave the belt and start towards his shirt. You bite down on his bottom lip, earning a hiss from him, and you feel his hand being brought around your throat. He doesn’t add too much pressure, checking if this turn is indeed okay with you. When you push against the weight, he takes the gleam in your eye as a yes, and uses the force to push you against the next wall, finally moving off the front door. 

It’s a constant battle to get to the bedroom, both of you taking control for short bursts. Eren pulling the thin straps of your dress down, you untucking his shirt. His muscular torso is on full display, and you had never viewed it in this light before. 

Finally he pushes you onto the bed, situating himself between your legs. Your kisses are sloppy and infused with alcohol. Hands are desperate with one another, both of you needing to be closer. Are you scared if the contact ends your thoughts will return to sanity? 

Eren’s hot and heavy over you, his hands seem everywhere at once. Smoothing up your thigh, digging in slightly to the flesh when you grind against one another. His hands rest at your hips for a moment, and he’s looking down at you, still fucking smiling. All at once, he’s flipped you over his prominent hard on pressing into your ass. He’s whispering in your ear, leaving wet kisses along your neck, to your shoulder blades. Fingers take the zip at the back of your dress, slowly and carefully pulling it down, leaving licks and pecks as he goes. It’s torturous. 

You attempt to speed things up by rutting your ass against his crotch, and you think you hear a quiet moan, before his hand is brought down to the fabric, smacking your cheek. You gasp, turning your head to look at him. Eren is too occupied in taking in all of your body, his green eyes are darkened with authority and lust. His nimble fingers play with the short hem of your dress, thumb dipping beneath, before he pushes the silk up. 

You both let out soft fuck’s, as his hands grab at the plump of your ass. It’s like he’s testing the softness, the way your flesh responds to his touch so easily. He slaps at you again, earning a sharp moan from you. Eren’s leaning down, his mouth once again trailing across the apex of your behind, leaving trails of saliva as he goes. Before you can even register the new sensations you can feel a soft pressure against your clothed cunt, just enough to let you know the presence of his hand, but not enough for you to get off on. You’re mewling, once again trying to get closer to him. This time he allows it, eagerly pressing his ring and middle finger to your clit, allowing you to grind upon them. 

Seeing you underneath him like this… it’s new and strange and so fucking hot. He’s watching you desperately try and fill the need building in your core, and he can only feel his cock twitch in his pants as he sees you coming undone. If you wanted more, he could definitely give it to you. Bringing his large hands away, to the flimsy fabric that was covering you, he pulls it down, exposing you to him. His heart and dick fucking jump. His hands return to your ass, watching the jiggle as you move and whimper. Spreading you, he brings his face down, breath tingling on your most sensitive areas.

Your breath catches in your throat as his tongue, gentle at first, licks between your folds. He’s tasting you, he’s moaning into your pussy, as you write beneath him. Eren’s hands are squeezing your ass cheeks, holding you still as you try to grind against his face. 

“Patience, y/n”, he says, with a slap on your behind again. 

“Fuck you,” you hiss. 

“You will be in a minute, baby girl, don’t worry.”

You go to make a retort but he’s instantly back, licking up your slit and a deep moan escapes you. Jesus you can feel the smile on his lips as he’s back on your pussy. Eren is so proud of the sounds he can draw from you. He wonders if your ex could make you come undone so easily. 

You taste sweet and saccharine on him, and he doesn’t hold back the groan as he further works his way into you. Hardened tongue moving it’s way from your entrance down to your clit. He swipes at it, before moving away again. Kissing your thighs, kissing the skin between your holes. Every now and then he’ll move back to your clit, allowing you a moment of pleasure before he’s teasing again. “Fuck, please”. Your whines are being smothered by the sheets, and Eren wants nothing more than to hear them, loud and clear.

Eren’s ringed fingers make their way to your hair, his face lifting from between your legs. He pulls you back round, and holy shit you can see how wet you are on his face. There’s a sheen to his lips and chin, and instinctively you reach up to his neck, pulling him back on top of you. Your tongue meets his, tasting your tartness on his mouth. A hand makes it way back down in between your thighs, playing and parting your folds. Your hand in turn reaches up his neck, pulling sharply at his hair once again. “Eren. More- please” you get out in between staggered breaths. 

“Aw, since you asked so nicely” his eyes watch your expression closely as his thumb rests on your clit, his finger swiftly moving inside you. Your eyebrows raise and knot, eyes wide and lips parted. But he keeps it still as your legs shaked around his arm. “Eren, move” you demand this time. 

“Oh, that’s not so nice. I liked it when you were polite.” He starts to retract his finger, thumb gently swabbing your clit so you’ll know what you miss.

“Please, please, please, Eren, please” you speak before he even gets the first knuckle out. All the teasing was creating a tightness in your lower stomach. 

“Much better.”

You whine as he continues to pull his finger from you, until he pushes it back in, curling his solitary finger up. Your fingernails are pressing deep into the muscle of his bicep, feeling how it moves as he finger fucks you. He’s hitting that perfect spot inside you again and again, and his thumb is swiping eagerly on your clit. 

Eren can feel you fluttering around his finger, desperate for more, desperate to release on him. He adds another finger, your wetness allowing him entrance easily. He wants to fuck you so bad, his cock so hard it felt like it was about to burst. 

He pushes your hands off him, leaving crescent moon indents deep in his skin, he works his way back down. He brings the black silk with him this time, fully being able to take in your body as you’re left naked before him. Holy shit you’re beautiful. He doesn’t want to stare too long and make you shy. But he still kisses his way down, before he’s back at your pussy. 

This time he allows you more movement, letting your fingers work their way back into his hair, letting you roll your hips against his tongue and stubble. 

With his spare hand he pulls out his cock, slowly pulling at it, before he realises he can’t do that for too long without cumming before the main event. Instead he reaches up, rolling your perked nipples in between his fingers. There are so many sensations on your body, and Eren can feel your cunt beginning to tighten around his fingers. You hold your breath before letting out little moans, building towards reaching your height.

“You want to cum on my fingers?

Your back is arching, whispering “yes, yes, yes, please” as your walls are tightening around him. He quickens the pace, making sure to hit that spot inside you over and over. Thighs around his face, he can feel your slick pooling in his mouth, and coating his chin once again. 

Your gummy walls are so tight around his thick fingers, he needs you to finish, watch you fully unravel below him. Sucking and licking at your clit, he’s pushing you towards the edge. 

“Eren-” his name is strangled coming out of you, and then your moaning, undulating your cunt against his mouth, riding out your orgasm. 

His jade eyes look up at you, watching as you pull your head up to look at him, before another wave of pleasure hits you and you have to arch your neck and look back up. He waits for you to come down, letting you fuck his face and fingers. Grinding against his stubble and tongue as you let out pitiful and beautiful moans. You’re so fucking wet, the sounds coming from between the two of you should be forbidden, as you release onto him. 

Finally he withdraws, using his forearm to wipe his face. He lies next to you, allowing you a moment as he draws little circles on your stomach. Eren has never quite looked at you in this light. Sure, you were pretty, and the two of you were obviously close. But now you’d walked a line that couldn’t be undone. You weren’t over your ex, and as okay as Eren was with what had happened between you, he didn’t want you to run. He’s overcome with thoughts, looking down to your chest and the heavy breaths you were taking. All he could pray was that you weren’t pretending he was someone else. 

But as Eren is getting caught up in his own mind, you’re twisting, hand reaching to his crotch, cock having been recaptured by his boxers. Palming him, you feel how big he really is for the first time. Fingers trace the edge of his pants and underwear, and he lifts his hips, allowing you to pull them down. Shit. His dick slapped back to his stomach, precum leaking from the top of his pink head. He was bigger than you’d imagined, because of course you’d imagined it a couple of times.

Your hand looks so small around his cock, but you slowly tease him, his deep green orbs following your movements. Bringing your head down to him, you kitten lick the precum from the top of his dick. He hisses gently, and you look up at him with these big doe eyes, so fucking eager to please.

You push your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue as you begin working along his shaft. He moans just at the sight of you, your eyes peeking up through dark lashes. His hand goes through your hair, eagerly pushing you deeper around him. 

He lets out a hoarse, “is this okay?” before you put your own hand on his pushing it for the both of you. You don’t even want to come up for air, you just want him close to you, inside you. 

You were learning far more about each other than you had expected, as Eren takes back over. He pushes himself further into you, muttering a good girl that has you whining. The vibrations around his cock make his hips buck, and now you’re gagging as his length hits the back of your throat. He holds you there instead of letting you off, and your nails are sharp against his thighs.

His head lolls back as he starts to move his hips under you, moving you in turn with your hair. He picks up the pace quickly, allowing saliva to drool from you and straight to his cock. 

Your eyes prick, big fat tears forming at the corners. But you’re enjoying this way too much, the moans and gasps he gives make you moan, pressing your thighs together for some kind of friction. 

He takes your jaw in his grasp, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. Your tongue sits out your mouth, him smacking the head of his dick on it. He notices your tears then, the mascara that’s running a little. He swipes at the corner of your eyes, leaning down to press a kiss into your forehead. 

Bringing you up to him, your dripping folds sliding across his length. His lips are on your cheeks, across your jaw, licking up your neck before reclaiming your plush lips once again. You continue grinding against one another, tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths. Eventually Eren brings his hands to your hips, lifting you up as you hold his shaft up.

Your foreheads are pressed together as he slowly pushes inside you. The stretch is burning and all-consuming, eyes pricking up again as you feel him hit your furthest wall. Eren breathes out heavily, “So fucking tight”

You roll your hips, allowing some friction from him on your clit. It helps your muscles relax a little, and balancing your hands on his shoulders you push yourself up and down, using his length for your own pleasure. Eren’s eyes don’t leave your form, watching your breasts bounce and how your eyes flutter close as he fills you entirely.

“You really did want to be fucked, huh? Look at you�� he teases you, watching as you go to talk back before he thrusts his hips up. It leaves the words caught in your throat.

His pace maintains, holding you in place as he fucks up into you, feeling your cunt clench around him. There are long moments where you hold your breath, holding his cock tight within you. Then you’ll release and moan, before holding it in again. Well, Eren is all too happy to help you with that. 

One hand grabbing the flesh of your hip, the other wrapping around your throat, he pushes into you at a punishing rate. Your eyes go wide at the sudden restriction of your throat, feeling the cold metal of his ring against your pulse. 

“Who knew this about you? That you were such a slut?”

As much as he knows you want to deny it, you want to smack the smugness from his voice, he can feel your pussy tighten around him. He sees your eyes roll back a little. 

“You’re getting tighter.” 

The hand on your hip moves down, attempting to hold you in place whilst letting his thumb press over your clit. The sounds of him slapping against your wetness is obscene, and he’s only distracted from it as you whimper out pathetic yes’s and please’s. 

“You wanna cum?” he’s grunting, trying to keep the pace going until you can reach your peak.

You nod against his wide hand, still tight around your neck. “Oh you can do better than that. I already know how bad you want it, slut.”

“Please Eren, please make me cum. I want to cum, please, please, please” you can barely make out the words, your head going light and body tightening.

“Cum for me.” 

You release, and as he can feel the fluttering of your walls around him, he lets go of your throat. The sudden oxygen as you cum leaves you overwhelmed. Burying yourself in his shoulder, he fucks you through it. Cock slapping up into your cunt over and over, somehow being sucked deeper in as you coat his length with more of your own slick. He can feel your nails breaking the flesh of his back as you’re holding on for dear life, moaning his name and even a fucking thank you into his ear.

As you begin to slow, legs shake as you stay straddled over him. He flips you, Eren now firmly on top, slowly moving in and out of you. The stimulation is intense, your cunt sparking at any sensation. 

Caged between his forearms, his hair is a mess thanks to you. You push tendrils back past his ears as he leans down to kiss you once again. This kiss is different. It feels… less desperate. It feels deep and meaningful, caring even.

Your eyes meet in acknowledgment, both of you too worried to speak about the shift in tone. 

He reaches down instead, pulling your leg up and splitting you on his cock. A tongue swipes at your nipple, biting and playing with each as he gradually picks up pace again. You’re still so fucking wet it’s easy for him to thrust into you at a dizzying pace. You can feel all of him against your gummy walls. Each time he passes that special spot inside you, you moan and gasp, and it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

His thrusts were becoming more primal, holding your thighs close around his hips. Letting your sweaty bodies collide again and again, his balls slapping against you. The grunts and moans coming from his lips were so infuriatingly erotic. Eren just wanted one more from you, and then he’d let himself finish. If this was to be a drunken mistake, so be it, but he would at least make it memorable. 

Those jade eyes were on you once again, the power and dominance radiating from the immeasurable. He can see you barely being able to hold on, completely fucked out beneath him. You’re moaning and whining, hands moving over the swell of your breasts and playing with your nipples as if it’s going to keep you grounded. 

He sits up, eyes flicking down to where you were conjoined. It took so much restraint not to cum inside you right then and there. Your glistening sex was so tight around him, the wet slapping noises echo again and again. You’re pulling and sucking him in, cream pooling around his length. 

“Give me one more, y/n. I want to feel you cum on my cock.”  

You try to look up at him through heavy lids. Your friend Eren saying this is so taboo. The words he’s said tonight so far from normal for the both of you. You flutter around him, somehow your pussy still wants to be fucked, still wants to push you off the edge one more time. You can feel the coil inside your stomach tightening. 

Eyes rolling back, you can barely keep it together anymore. He’s pounding into you at a startling rate, fingers flicking over your clit again and again and again. 

“P - please, it’s s-so good.” 

Your breaths between words were quick, “you’re so big-”

“Yeah you like that? You like being so full of my cock? Such a pretty face you make when you’re all fucked out.” 

Holy shit.

Eren could tell how much words affected you, your back arching and legs pulling him somehow closer into you.

“Come on, baby. I wanna hear those moans.” he’s grunting, getting so fucking close to losing himself in your cunt. He knows what he wants to hear most though, “say my name. Tell me who’s treating you how you should be”

With that, you’re losing yourself around him again. Writing on the bed, gripping sheets in tightly balled fists. White light taking over your sight as you clench around Eren. This orgasm was the most intense, taking your body by surprise in its overstimulated state. You weren’t even making a noise, just holding on to the high for as long as possible. 

And then you shattered, whining and moaning, whispering his name over and over again. 

As you moved underneath him, Eren kept his punishing pace up until he watched you expel the last of your energy. Name forming on your lips over and over again he falters, releasing inside you. You can feel the stickiness inside you, the sensation of being filled up. Eren watches for a moment as he sees the white pearls forming around your stretched out pussy.

His chest is back on yours as he kisses your neck, shoulders, whatever skin he can. Thrusting back into you a couple of times, he finally pulls out. You feel his cum dripping out of you, but you’re too spent to do anything about it.

Eren lies next to you, both of your bodies attempting to regulate from that. 

“You okay?” 

He’s checking in, making sure he didn’t go too far with someone he genuinely cares for. 

You nod, turning to meet his stare. Giving him a drowsy smile, you’re not sure what comes next. But for now, you’re happy. Curling into his side, he puts an arm round you and lets you rest for a while. As he notices your breathing become deeper, he nestles into you, muttering something about clean up. 

Moving away from you, you can make out some noises of a tap, drawers opening and closing. In your sleepy state you feel him gently wiping at you, two glasses of water being put on the bedside table. Finally he makes his way back to you, and Eren notes how cute you look. Hot and completely fucked out, yes. But also gentle and at peace, allowing the heaviness of sleep taking over.

He rests behind you, wanting to be back in your warmth. He pulls you in closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. The fragrance of you takes over his nostrils, and he’s all too eager to move closer to your hair, pressing one last kiss at the nape of your neck. Whatever tomorrow brings, he hopes it’s not the last time he gets to be this close to you.

[crybabyalexxx]

The One Where Peter Parker Is A Sub

Sub!Peter Parker X Reader

Summary: The reader finds out that Peter is a sub and she loves every second of it. What could go wrong with a little teasing?

Warnings: submissive peter parker, dom reader, smut of course, BOTH ARE 18+, sex in school, unsafe sex (wrap before you tap)

A/N: I haven't written fanfic in a good MINUTE so I'm so sorry if it's not as good. And I also have never written a peterXreader, yup first timer over here. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did!

Word Count: 2k

When you first met Peter Parker, he was a shy and awkward kid. He only really has one friend, Ned, and they were basically inseparable. You and Peter both had English class together and he drew you in like a moth to a flame. It was the little things he did, like the way his eyebrows would rise when he was suddenly called on when he was surprised. The small smile he would make when he got an answer right, then a lightbulb went off in your head.

Peter Parker is a sub.

Of course, you were more than eager to test your little theory, but in order to do that, you had to actually talk to the kid. So you did what any reasonable teenage girl would do, you talked to him. After a few weeks of small talk and occasional flirting, Peter was stuck to you like glue. It was as if you were the missing puzzle piece for the duo. Ned and Peter adored you and couldn't believe a person like you would want to actually hang out with them, you weren't shy at all. You stood up for people in need, you stood up for them. You were quick with your comebacks, you were extremely funny and nerdy. Not to mention extremely sassy, god you were so sassy and Peter felt intoxicated every time he was with you.

Peter wondered if Ned felt this way with you too if everyone felt this way when they were with you. He wouldn't blame them if they did, but he felt a pang of jealousy every time he thought about other people liking you the way he did. How could he not like you? You were stunning. The way you carried yourself was one of the things he loved most. Like everyone else in school, he couldn't stop looking at you when you first walked into the classroom. Not only because you were absolutely gorgeous but because his spidey senses went crazy the second he saw you. He didn't understand why at first. Maybe it was just a fluke, but then after a few weeks, he noticed it would happen every single time he saw you. It's not like he was complaining though. He had the hardest time focusing when you were in class together though.

He could feel your eyes on him every time, and when his eyes would meet yours you wouldn't look away, you'd just smile and he would blush. He blushed so much with you and you loved it. It was small things that would make the brown-haired boy blush. Like when you’d complement his outfits and the way his biceps look bigger when he wore his blue button-up shirt.

Then there was the touching. Peter thought he would pass out every time you touched him. It started out small, placing your hand on his arm when you would laugh at something he said. Or how you would play with his hair when he'd put his head down while studying. Then he noticed how you would touch him in other places that got his heart racing. You would brush your fingers against his, or when you whispered to him you were lingering a little longer and he could feel your lips brush against his ear. Just that would make his head spin. He didn't know if you knew what you did to him or if you were completely oblivious. He sometimes wishes you would do more though. He would imagine what it would be like to finally have you, to feel your lips against his, your hips flushed against his. The way you’d moan his name. Peter would often get carried away with his thoughts about you, and he didn't care. He was drunk on you and he loved it.

“Hey, Peter?” Peter was lost in his thoughts again and you hated to interrupt him in his thoughts because he looked so cute to you.

Peter jumped slightly, not realizing you had sat beside him. “Oh um, hey y/n! Didn't realize you'd be here so soon.” Peter was slightly flustered from the thought he had of you seconds before you showed.

You noticed the way his blush was slowly making its way down his neck and chest, and how his pupils were blown, and how he was breathing a little harder. He’s horny.

You giggled softly and decided to have a little fun with him today. “Well, i could leave if you'd like and come back-”

“No! I mean, not that’s okay you're here and we should erm, I mean I don't want you to leave.” Peter couldn't seem to stop rambling, and you saw how much the poor boy needed help, and you couldn't just sit there and not help someone in need.

You grabbed Peter's face with both your hands and leaned in close. Peter felt like the entire room froze. He looked down to your lips and prayed that you would kiss him right now because he's been dreaming of it. And you almost did until you heard him whimper, and all you could do was smile.

“Peter Parker, did you just…” you leaned in to whisper into his ear, your lips brushing his ear, “whimper?” You could feel his breath fan against your neck and shoulder. You leaned away from him to find him with his eyes closed and lips parted. When he finally opened his eyes he found you smiling at him. His eyes went wide as he realized what had just happened. “Y/N I am so sorry I don't know what I was thinking!” Before Peter could continue, you stood up and pulled him with you. “Follow me, Parker.”

You pulled Peter out of the library and into an empty classroom. You were glad that school was out and there was practically no one in the halls, which meant you wanted Peter to scream for you. You locked the door as soon as Peter walked in and covered the window just in case anyone decided to pass by.

Peter could feel the hairs on his stand-up straight, he was breathing hard and he could feel the blood rush down and his pants get tighter. He heard the door lock and turned to see you staring back at him. His spidey senses were going off like crazy, and although he knew he wasn't in any type of danger he still felt like prey.

You pushed him into the chair behind the teacher's desk and straddled his hips. “Tell me to stop and I will. Do you want me to stop?” You slowly grind down on him, feeling him grow from beneath you.

Peter’s head was dizzy and he wanted nothing more than for you to continue with what you were doing. His head rolled back when you ground down against him again, his hands flew to your ass to feel the roll of your hips. “Please don’t stop.” He swore this is what heaven felt like.

That was all you needed to hear. You continue to grind down as you start to kiss him. You'd imagine how it would feel to kiss Peter, but you never imagined them to be this soft. If it weren't for the fact that you were in a classroom right now, you would kiss him for hours. You had to pull yourself away from him if you wanted this to go any further.

“Take your clothes off, pretty boy.” Peter seemed to be eager because, by the time you were down to your underwear, Peter was already naked in front of you. The little smirk you gave him made him blush and you moved closer to him.

“I could stare at you all day, but I really want to taste you right now.” You pushed him back down on the chair as you got on your knees. You couldn't believe how massive he was, but you always did love a challenge.

Peter could feel himself grow, the way you were looking at him had him shaking in seconds. He just wanted you to touch him already. The worst part is that his senses were going crazy. He could hear how fast your heart was beating, he could still taste your lips from moments earlier. He could smell you, you must have been soaking and all he wanted to do was please you and let you do whatever you wanted. He just needed you to touch him already.

“Y/N, please.” Peter sounded like a wreck and that is exactly how you wanted him.

“Please what? Use your words, pretty boy.” A little teasing never hurt anybody.

“Please just touch me already! Anything just please I-” Peter’s head fell back as your mouth and tongue finally touched his aching red tip. The way you were sucking and licking was nothing he has ever felt before.

You could feel him shake as you continued to suck his tip. You noticed how tense he seemed as if he was holding himself back. You decided to push a little bit more of him inside your mouth. This seemed to knock the wind out of him because he came leaning forward as if someone punched him. You looked up at him as innocently as possible and couldn't help the moan that came out of you.

Peter swore you were trying to kill him, then when you moaned his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he thought he saw stars. Peter could feel the way your tongue moved against him, the way it was pressed against that certain vein. The way your moaning sent vibrations and he didn't think it could get better than that.

The way Peter was gripping the chair made you weak in the knees. If you weren't already on your knees, they would have given out. You looked up at him and couldn't resist the urge to run your hands up his abs and play with his nipples, you felt him twitch in your mouth.

“Y/N I'm- ung- close!” Peter could feel himself get closer to his release and god he wanted it. “Please ride me, please y/n.” Peter could feel the way you smirked with your lips wrapped around him.

“How can I say no to that?” You get up and gently slide him inside you. You both moan as he stretches you. As you start to slowly ride him, you decide to hide his moans by kissing him. Peter wanted to stay inside you forever.

You wrap your fingers around his throat and he gasps. As you ride him you lean closer to his ear and whisper, “fuck me, Parker.”

Peter let out a low growl and wrapped his arms around you as he pounded into you. You had to cover his mouth with your hand suddenly aware that you were in school.

“Peter, I'm coming,” you whisper to him. And as soon as he heard those words Peter was coming inside you, igniting your own orgasm.

You and Peter help each other ride out your orgasms and stay there for a couple more seconds. The two of you finally decide to get dressed.

“So, is this like...a one-time thing?” Peter dreaded the question, but he had to ask.

“Do you want it to be?” You look at Peter and you could see the panic in his eyes.

“No! I mean, no. I really want to do this again. And then maybe some more after that...please.” Peter could feel his blush creeping up on him, especially with that smile you're giving him.

“Don’t worry Spidey, I want to keep doing this too.” You giggle softly to yourself. He’s the cutest.

“Okay good because- wait, did you call me spidey?”

“You aren't so good at keeping secrets from me Parker.” And with that, you walk out of the room with Peter hot on your heels.