#love and light and weed. goodnight

[forcebutch]

had an identity crisis & am currently in a depressive episode. still alive & safe but not really motivated to write erotica re: gender play atm. see tags if you're nosy

[rainylana]

“Goodnight, Ed’s.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: you’re stoned and drunk, so you suck eddie’s dick.

warnings: oral male receiving, language, smoking of weed, drinking.

You loved late nights like this. Drunk, stoned and watching tv. Pizza boxes and Chinese food piled up on the counters. It was almost four in the morning, the living room was glowing with the illumination of the tv playing Poltergeist, a smoky steam and the smell of weed and booze strong and prominent.

You and Eddie were sat side by side, watching, giggling together, stoned out of your mind. You hadn’t said anything in hours, just enjoying the company of each other. You’d been through so much together. High school bullies, the trauma of both of your childhood’s. You had shared that with him, and he, you. Vecna. What you both had become after Vecna.

You shifted your neck and looked over to him, smiling softly. His eyes were dropping. He was getting tired. You lifted your arm and played with the back of his hair, twirling the curls and watching him relax under your touch. He closed his eyes and hummed, too tired to thank you.

You rubbed at his neck, scratched his skin lightly and circled the area behind his ears, giving him all the attention and affection you could give. You stifled your own yawn, leaning over and swooping his hair over to expose his neck.

You gave him a sweet, soft kiss behind his earlobe, scooting close so your legs touched his. You kissed and caressed his neck slowly and softly, moving up to his chin and back down. He groaned happily when you nibbled on his skin.

“Baby,” He barely opened his eyes, peeking over at you. “You know I’d love to, but I’m…so tired.” He fought off a yawn.

You pulled away, turning him toward you with a single finger under his chin. “Then let me do the work, darlin.” You pecked his lips with a wet sound, not so gracefully falling to the floor in a heap at his knees. You weren’t near as drunk as he was, but the effects of the marijuana had you dizzy and giddy, and more importantly, ready to suck his dick.

You struggled to take his belt and jeans off, and he was too out of it to be of any help. His hands fumbled with yours, and you slapped him away so you could do it yourself, eyes squinting in the poorly lit room. Once you got his belt undone, you pulled his pants down to his ankles, and his boxers were the next to go.

Once finished with removing his clothing, you sat up on your knees and leaned over, pressing a kiss to his thigh, then switching to the other. You could feel him watching you. You licked his skin with your tongue, the sound of someone screaming behind you on the tv. The light of the screen made him look angelic, eyes slouched and red rimmed, shoulders hunched over, cock hard and ready for you to suck dry.

You looked up at him. His arms were folded behind his head, leaning back with a small smirk on his face. “Well?” He asked.

You blushed at the deepness of his voice. It made your pussy throb. “Just waitin’ for you to ask me nicely, Ed’s.”

He pushed air out between his lips, rolling his head back till it hit the sofa. The couch had seen better days. It was covered in stains of all kinds. “Please, honey?”

You hummed happily, tossing your hair back and twirling your hands against him. “Sure, honey.”

You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking and puckering so hard he nearly jumped clean off the couch. “Ah,” He whined, gripping the cushions beneath him. “Oh, baby,”

You took his length in your mouth, moving down his shaft until he hit the back of your throat. You wrapped your hand around the base, moving up and down slowly, puckering him with your lips.

Your other hand kept you held upright with his thigh, your head going up and down in a steady rhythm. He held your hair, wrapping your locks with his fist to guide you where he wanted. He sniffled, tilting his head to look down at you.

“So good to me, baby, god,” He whimpered, his thighs tensing underneath you. “That feels so good.”

You swirled your tongue against the prominent vain along his shaft, hollowing your cheeks so you could get every inch of him inside of you.

“Fuck, baby, keep doing that.” He squinted his eyes closed, his hand dropping from your head to fist the sofa cushions. “Yeah, y-yeah, that,”

He panted, looking up to the ceiling as he felt his balls tighten. “I’m gonna cum, baby,”

You did what you knew best and paid special attention to his tip, the space beneath and massaged him with your tongue. He cried out, spilling himself down your throat with a salty taste.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He cursed in cries, biting his hand with his pearly teeth. You sucked him dry, taking in everything he had to offer.

You smiled, wiping the corners of your mouth. His eyes were closed, chest heaving with pants and his arms cast lazily at his sides.

“Goodnight, Ed’s.”

[b0r3dtod3ath]

sebastian vettel something about going to bed and your guys little routines and habits that you have!

a/n: this request reminded me of this. I was going for a similar vibe - husband!Seb in his beekeeping age : P 

Evenings: 

After dinner, Sebastian takes the lead in washing the dishes, a task he finds oddly soothing. It is usually accompanied by some classic rock music and his humming. You help by tidying up the dining table and putting away clean dishes. 

Then you usually move to the living room. Especially during the colder evenings you enjoy watching a movie or just random TV shows. You two don’t do it everyday but it’s still a great way to relax together. During the warmer months you would go for a little walk around your garden or just sit on a porch admiring the setting sun. Often you would prepare a cup of tea to enjoy before the day ends.

You spend more time in the bathroom than him as he keeps his routine pretty simple. Aside from showering and brushing his teeth Sebastian doesn’t do much in the evening. If he’s feeling it he might use some skincare that you bought him. 

While you do your skincare routine, Sebastian checks the locks and turns off the lights. He loves to wait for you in bed - the view of you is just perfect form his spot. Before falling asleep you exchange a gentle kiss and whisper goodnight to each other followed by him wrapping an arm around you. 

Mornings:

Sebastian usually wakes up before you, that’s just how his body works. He quietly slips out of bed, careful not to wake you up, and heads to the bathroom. He brushes his teeth and splashes his face with some cold water. He shaves using his vintage safety razor.

While you wake up and freshen up he makes breakfast and prepares coffee. He usually goes for a more sweet option. Who wouldn’t turn down a whole grain toast with some homemade jam on it? He sets the table while listening to some radio or soft music. 

Extras:

Morning activities - you two try to keep active so often you go for a little walk, a hike, or even a run. 

Goodbyes - before you go about your separate activities, you share a warm hug and a kiss, wishing each other a wonderful day. 

Teasing - you like to tease him about his past racing glory. You sometimes call him Speedy with a playful wink.

Nature - You two love your garden. It’s filled with flowers, veggies and obviously bees. Taking care of it - watering the plants, pulling weeds and occasionally doing some small repairs here and there is a good way for you two to spend some time together. 

Skincare - once a week you convince him to do a face mask with you. At first he was hesitant but now he enjoys your little spa.

July 12, 2024

[gxthicwxrm]

would you pls write jj having sex with reader while ALL the pogues are at the chateau in the living room & they both don’t hold back because they’re filthy & don’t get embarrassed🫣

Birthday Boy

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!pouge!reader

Summary: you have a surprise party  for JJ, and he has a surprise for you.

Warnings: smut, cursing, p in v, weed/smoking, fluff

Word Count: 2149 words 

Main Masterlist - OBX Masterlist

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"Surprise!" Everyone screams as JJ pulls off the bandana you tied across his eyes before looking around the room at the decorations you and your friends had put up while John B took JJ to pick up dinner. With a massive smile across his features, he turns to you as you hold a cake in your arms, candles illuminating the sugary square.

"Happy Birthday, J." You smile as you look up at him. He blows out the candles before capturing your lips in a kiss. 

"I love you." He mumbles against your flesh before pulling away and turning to his friends. Sarah walks over to you, taking the cake from your hands.

“You did good. This is amazing!” Sarah reassures you before heading to the kitchen.. You’ve known Sarah since you were eleven years old. She was the first and closest friend you made since you moved to the OBX. That was until she introduced you to JJ. 

"Thank you guys so much! Y'all didn't have to do all of this for me." He says nonchalantly, attempting to brush the gesture off, but his glassy eyes give him away as he looks around at everyone with a bashful smile. Coming up beside him, you wrap your arms around his slim waist making him wrap his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him tightly.

“JJ, you deserve this and more. You deserve the world.” You tell him, leaning forward to place a kiss on his cheek; a lipstick stain marking his face. You move to wipe it off when he catches your wrist.

“Leave it. I like it.” He says, kissing your hand before turning back to his friends, a mischievous smile on his face as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a perfectly rolled joint.

“Birthday Sesh.” Everyone froze in silence before bursting into laughter as JJ looked around at his friends confused. Once the laughter died down, Sarah reached behind the couch as Pope grabbed a tray from under the coffee table. Sarah tosses a bag to John B who handed it to JJ. Giggling, JJ opened the bag and pulled out a joint and two blunts while Pope put the tray on top of the table that held two smaller joints and a bowl.

“Birthday sesh!” The group says in unison before making their way to the lit fire burning. JJ was shocked as he looked around the yard to see lights laced through the branches of the trees and balloons tied to a chair with a cloth on it. You walk over to the chair, grabbing the cloth before motioning  for the blonde to come to you before putting the sash over his torso. 

‘Birthday Boy.’

Looking down at the fabric, JJ blushes before grabbing your face and pressing his lips against yours. His hand slides down to cup your throat as he growls, quietly. 

“Get a room!” Kie yells as Pope whistles as they grab a seat around the fire. JJ plops into his seat, pulling you into his lap before lighting the first joint of the night as conversation picks up.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you. Honest, I don’t know how I got so lucky to have found you.” JJ whispers into your ears before kissing your cheek, passing the jay to Pope who was ranting about something to Kie.

“I’m the lucky one, JJ. Did you like the surprise?” You ask, turning to face him as his hand rubs your upper thigh.

“Yes, baby. This is the best thing anyone has ever done for me. And it was with my family. It is perfect, baby girl.” He brushes your cheek before Pope brings him into the debate between him and Kie while JB laughs at Pope’s dramatic gestures, almost knocking over his drink.

Across the fire, you could see Sarah's mouth word, ‘I told you so’.

---

“Goodnight!” JB and Sarah were the last to go to bed as the clock hit three am. before you and JJ move into the bedroom. Closing the door behind him, JJ pulls off his t-shirt before tossing his shorts to the side and jumping into bed. Following behind him, you strip down to your underwear and hop in beside him. Pulling the covers over both of you, JJ pulls your chest against his. 

“Tonight did mean a lot to me, babe. I don’t even have words for it. I’m just so grateful for you.” He says, holding your face while his other hand rubs your side. Caressing his back, you draw small patterns into his skin before looking up at him. 

“I would go to the end of the earth for you, JJ Maybank. You deserve everything in the world that would make you happy.” You say sincerely. Your words ignite something in JJ as his hand moves from your hip to gripping your ass.

“Everything? I deserve everything I want? That’s what you said, right baby?” JJ’s voice is smooth as his eyes rake over your face as he slowly shifts his weight until he is hovering over you. 

“Yes.” You whisper as JJ guides your legs around his hips, grinding his bulge against your core, gaining a moan from both of you.

“You wanna know what I want?” JJ kisses down your neck, leaving love bites here and there along your collarbone. Pulling off your bra, JJ kisses along your breast before licking your nipple, bringing a yelp from your lips. Pulling away, his lips are switched with his fingers as he plays with your nipple.

“I asked you a question.” JJ looks up at you, abruptly stopping his movements. “Do you want to know what I want?” He asks again, enunciating every word.

“Yes, sir.” You answer, grinding your hips upwards against him before he lowers against you, grinding harder.

“Good girl.” He praises you with a warm smile before his eyes darkened as you whine, pathetically. “I want you to be a screaming mess beneath me.” He grabs your underwear and pulls them down your legs before removing his boxer, tossing both to the floor. JJ rubs his cock against your clit before guiding himself into you until you are full of him.

Arching your back, your eyes roll back as JJ pushes your legs apart before rapidly thrusting into you eliciting boisterous moans that filled the room.

"Fuck, you look so good under me," JJ grunts as his hand grips your throat, squeezing slightly. 

The two of you became an obnoxious, moaning mess as you feel your stomach start to tighten as JJ's hips smack against yours, transporting you as your eyes rolled back. 

"Oh Fuck, I'm coming!" You yelp as your cum drenched JJ's thighs. JJ's thrusts slow down as he lets you ride your high out before pulling up, much to your disappointment.

"Turn around. I wanna see that ass, baby girl." JJ gestures with his hand, which you comply with as you arch your back while resting on your elbows. 

"You listen to me so well, baby. You just love to let me use you, huh? You love being full of my cock?" J nibbles on your ear lobe as he pressed his dick into your core, making an unexpected gasp leave your lips as you drop your head against the bed. 

"Oh, God. Oh my God. This feels so good." You groan as you feel JJ snake his hand through your hair before gripping at the scalp, pulling you until your back was against his chest while he slowly thrust into you.

"Oh, little one. Don't scream God’s name, scream mine." He snarls as he lets go of your hair, letting your drop to your arms again before pounding into you at an alarming speed. 

"Fuck! JJ! Holy Shit." You screamed as JJ pulled you closer, making himself go deeper into you. You feel yourself tighten around him as the pressure in your abdomen grows.

"This is fucking heaven!" JJ moans as he grabs your hair again, being more gentle than the previous. "I'm going to cum." JJ grabs your hips and slams you against him while you reach for your clit, rubbing circles as you felt yourself begin to come.

"Oh, yes! JJ! Fuck!" You moan as you feel JJ pull out quickly before his cum lands on your backside. 

Stunned, you lay on the bed, feeling euphoric as JJ wipes himself off with a rag before grabbing another to wipe you off before pulling on fresh boxers you finally turn and sit up to face him, a lazy smile covering your face. 

"Here, baby. Put this on." JJ says as he grabs one of his old t-shirts and hands it to you, but stops you to lean down and connect your lips. 

"You are the best gift I could ever ask for. I mean that with my whole heart. And I will marry you one day. Matter of fact, wait…" JJ dashes over to his bag as you pull on his shirt and scoot to the edge of the bed as he comes back to sit in front of you with something in his hands. 

"JJ, what are you doing?" You laugh, unsure of why he was kneeling on one knee when you realized what was in his hands. The blonde boy sat in front of you, in nothing but his boxers, with a ring outstretched in his hands. Your heart started to pound in your ears as fear crept into your soul. He wouldn't, would he?

"Y/N, will you do me the honor of being Mrs. Maybank?" JJ looks up at you, eyes filled with fear as you analyze him for any sign of a joke. When you found nothing but sincerity, a smile broke out on your face.

"Yes, of course. I would be honored to be your wife, JJ." Your words send JJ flying towards you as he wraps you in his arms as you both fall onto the bed.

"Fuck yes!" He screams, kissing all over your face before pulling away to grab your hand as he slides his ring onto your finger.

"For better, for worse," JJ says with a smile, brushing your cheek.

"For richer, for poorer," you say the next part of the vow as you lean into his hand, moving your own to brush strands of blonde from his eyes. "In sickness and in health,"

"To love and to cherish, until parted by death," You and JJ say in unison as he leans his forehead against yours, brushing his nose with yours before kissing you. Pulling away, JJ lays back as you snuggle to his side with his arm around you as you feel your eyes start to shut.

"Wanna smoke?" JJ's voice cuts through your fall to sleep as your eyes shoot open.

"Fuck yes!" You say, sitting up and pulling on a pair of your shorts and a hoodie. After slipping on your shoes, you and JJ leave the room and head towards the back when you notice all your friends are wide awake, sitting in the living room. The clock read 4:47 am. 

"Congrats, guys!" Sarah says, sarcastically with a genuine smile as she leans into John B on the couch with a blanket covering them both.

"Mr. And Mrs. Maybank!" Kie joins in while John B and Pope mockingly moan loudly.

"Oh, my god." You say covering your face as you bury it into JJ's chest. Mortification wouldn't cover how you felt as your stomach started to turn. You couldn't believe your friends heard you and JJ having sex.

"Okay, guys. That's enough. Do yall want to smoke or not?" JJ laughs, erasing the joking tension as everyone looks at each other before smiling.

"Lit it up, Birthday boy." JB playfully snaps his finger at JJ as you and he sit on the couch, him pulling a fuzzy blanket over your lap with his arm still around you. Pope hands him a blunt which he lights and takes a hit before passing it to you. 

"Did you guys just get engaged?" Kie asked from her spot beside Pope. With a smile, you look at JJ, waiting for his answer as he turns to the group.

"Actually, it was a Routledge-style wedding." JJ kisses the side of your head. "She's my wife." He finishes with a smile as your friends cheer as you see Sarah and JB kiss as they remember their wedding. 

Looking down at your hand, you look at JJ's ring as it fits perfectly like it was made for your hand as well as his. Turning to face him, while he talks to your shared friends, you realized how perfect the two of you were together.

JJ Maybank was your husband and you couldn't be happier as his eyes catch your own and you see your future unfold in his smile. Nothing could be more right in the world than this.

[antheia]

Chapstick Steddie brainrot

Steve actually likes that Eddie smokes. Robin says it’s gross and he’s gross for liking it, but whatever. Robin isn’t the one kissing him. 

He likes that Eddie smells like tobacco and leather and sweat and motor oil (and sometimes weed). He likes sharing a cigarette with Eddie in bed late at night, wrapped in cheap cotton sheets, an ashtray perched on one of their chests. He loves the way Eddie’s eyes shimmer in the flames when Steve lights a cigarette for him.

Really the only problem Steve has is the way it dries Eddie’s lips out. And this is a totally solvable problem. Steve knows it’s solvable. He himself has solved it. But maybe Eddie never had to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with Becky Molinczek in the eighth grade. Which was more like ten seconds of awkward kissing followed by five minutes of Becky lecturing him about the importance of lip care in making out while digging around in her purse for chapstick only to produce a cherry lip smacker she then demanded he put on if he wanted any more time in Heaven. 

That was the first time he’d touched an honest-to-God boob. Her left one. He was pretty sure it was mostly boob and only a little tissue. He still gets a semi when he smells fake cherries. 

—

He figures he’ll start subtly: making sure to put on some chapstick in front of Eddie after they stub out their smokes to head back into the Wheeler house. He smiles at Eddie, who leans in and murmurs “mmm, shiny” before stealing a kiss. Completely ignoring the black and white plastic tube Steve has proffered. 

—

For two weeks, Steve leaves chapsticks everywhere he can think of. There’s one currently melting in Eddie’s glove box. Another one is gathering dust on Eddie’s nightstand. He’d held his breath hopefully when Eddie’s hand alighted on the one in his guitar case, but he was moving it aside in search of a pick. Hell, Steve had even tucked one in the pocket of Eddie’s denim jacket when he kissed him goodnight last Friday. 

Eddie was impervious to subtlety. It was time to go full Molinczek. 

— 

Steve had Thursdays off, so he and Eddie had started having movie nights on Wednesdays. He honestly couldn’t remember the end of a single movie they’d chosen. The doorbell rang just as Steve is putting popcorn on the coffee table. 

Steve waits until Eddie is settled in, then climbs into his lap. Eddie holds him by the hips and grins. “Okay, Harrington. I guess we’re not gonna watch the movie after all.” 

Steve ignores him, leaning in for a kiss. While he’s got Eddie distracted, he reaches into the pocket of the jacket Eddie had haphazardly thrown across the back of the couch and produces a small plastic tube. Opening the lid, he breaks away from the kiss. 

“This, Edward, is Chapstick.” Eddie looks at him like he’s deranged. 

“Uh huh.” 

“It’s for your lips,” Steve continues, applying it to his own lips liberally. 

“I’m familiar.” 

“And you know, smoking really chaps your lips,” Steve levels a look at him, holding his eyes for a moment before leaning in to plant a deep kiss on Eddie’s mouth, spreading the balm across Eddie’s lips. 

When they finally break apart, Eddie grins up at him. “Please, for the love of god and my mouth, wear it.” 

“Only if that’s always how I get to apply it.” 

Steve rolls his eyes and starts to say something, but it’s cut off when Eddie yanks him forward and kisses him again. 

The point’s probably been made. 

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic december 4 - glimpse - 1044 words - cw: mentions of sex and weed

another feat. of jegulus granddads because they set up camp in my brain<3 emjoy

James talks in his sleep.

Regulus feels very, very bad.

They’re currently crowded in front of the living room door with their grandkids because—

Because they’re a bunch of useless, horrible adults that have gotten way too tipsy on mulled wine last evening over charades. Regulus was riding high on his win over Harry in Monopoly and so he might have had one or two or three sips too many. Or cups.

And so when they’d all bid their Goodnights and gotten ready for bed, pleasantly tipsy and airy-minded—distracted what with James nosing at the dark curls behind Regulus’ ear as he was brushing his teeth and then the press of him, a hard line against the seam between Regulus thigh and bum, when he’d bent Regulus over to spit out the toothpaste into the sink—well, there’s no pleasant way to say that they forgot to put the bloody presents under the tree.

And Regulus often doesn’t wake up anymore after all the years of sharing a bed with his husband but he remembers having woken up to James babbling about ‘The gifts, honey- wait, the gifts’ and Regulus in his barely state of consciousness had simply told him to shut it, pulled James head into the crook of his neck and forced him to fall asleep again, goddamnit.

The looks on their three, round, big eyed, little faces had just about nearly broken Regulus’ heart and that was before he’d seen Harry blanch and turn white as a sheet.

Luckily Regulus has married someone who’s good at improvising and so James had casually draped against the doorframe and told them that, “Ah, don’t worry, loves– It’s a leap year! Santa always starts a little later to deliver the presents during those years!”

Which leaves them hiding out in the hallway right now while Harry quietly brings in the presents through the kitchen. 

“Just a glimpse, Pops!” Louis whispers loudly, leaning his little body with all of his 5 year old body strength against where James has a single broad palm over his small chest.

“Nah-uh, Louibear,” James whispers back from where he’s squatting behind him. 

Regulus knows his knees will pop something horrible when he stands up but the sight of his husband’s thick thighs filling out the pleated pyjama bottoms is making Regulus selfishly keep his smart mouth shut.

“But Grandpo-ops!” Louis whines.

Chelsea shushes him immediately and rather aggressively. She’s between Regulus’ knees, bouncing up on the balls of her feet every now and then, her pigtails tickling Regulus’ nose.

Teagan is draped over James’ wide back and continuously throwing Regulus conspiratorial looks and mischievous little smiles. She’s 8 now, the Santa bubble has already been burst for her.

Regulus winks back at her every time.

“We have to wait until Santa is done putting all his presents under the tree, bug.” James drives placating fingers through their grandson’s wild hair before he goes on in a gentle murmur, “If we go and disturb him now he’ll bolt out through the chimney, up on his reindeer sled and whisk away with half of the presents that were meant for our family, you see.”

Louis gasps horrified.

James bites down on the smile trying to break to the surface. It’s unfair how handsome he looks in the dim light with his hair sleep mussed and his trimmed beard sprinkled white like the snowflakes making their way onto the ground outside.

Regulus forces his eyes away when Chelsea makes a little pained, squirming noise. Like she’s barely suppressing ripping herself from Regulus’ loose embrace and dashing through the door back into the living room.

There’s a clatter of wood and then a badly imitated Hohoho from what Regulus recognises to be Harry.

Louis and Chelsea look at each other with wide eyes and then back at James and Regulus respectively, vibrating with anticipation yet waiting politely for permission.

His husband throws Regulus a warm grin, a hint of teeth and a glint in his chocolate brown eyes that makes his heart stumble a little in his chest.

Regulus rolls his eyes and gives him a single nod. He kisses the side of Chelsea’s head and tells her to go on.

She barrels through the door with a squeal followed closely by a skittering Louis where he’s hasting over the smooth linoleum after his sister in his too big, woollen socks. Teagan throws Regulus another excited grin and then rushes after her younger siblings as well.

When Regulus pulls out of his seat there’s only a faint sting in his lower back while as James follows the motion his husband instantly buckles under his renewed weight, joints predictably cracking several loud pops. 

Regulus snaps out his arm for James to steady himself as this one grunts and pants under the pain and slowly lifts himself into an upright position.

Regulus snorts. “Getting old, Potter? Shouldn’t have been so enthusiastic with bending me over that bloody sofa ledge last night, huh…”

James growls playfully as he yanks Regulus closer by his arm though he catches his husband wince at the sudden motion of that half step.

He squeezes Regulus hip bone, right over the teeth mark he put there a few hours ago and then it’s Regulus’ turn to suck the air in through his teeth.

“Worth it,” James rasps low into his ear before kissing a fluttering path up Regulus’ jaw until he finally reaches his mouth, tilting his chin back with two fingers.

Regulus sighs happily into James’ mouth, shivers at the familiar sensation of beard rasping against his own stubbly skin.

They’re ripped out of the moment by Chelsea’s voice droning around the corner, “Gramps, look! Santa brought you dried cat grass for Mochi!”

“Cat grass?” comes Harry’s confused voice from the living room.

Regulus scrunches his nose at James, sharing the cluelessness. James shrugs.

Crinkling sounds, then Teagan’s voice, “It smells weird.”

“Fu– That is not cat grass, Chelsea!” Harry responds panicky, “Honey, please put that down right now. I’m not joking, sweetheart. No, gimme– unhg.”

Regulus raises his eyebrows at James but his husband simply tugs his lips in and hurries into the living room, presumably to help his son purloin the weed from his six year old little grandchild.

[nohoney]

thinking of touya pounding me down, sweetness😁 (horny on my bday yikes HAHHA)

aaahhh happy birthday my love (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

warnings: drug use (weed -> edibles), smut, some degradation

Smoke billows in the air after you blow out your candles and a cheesy round of the happy birthday song is sung around you, cameras pointed at you to take pictures and videos to save and post and tag you later on social media. The first slice of cake of course goes to you, your eyes roll back a little at the first bite and smiling afterwards. It’s light and airy, just like how your mind feels right now.

You’re high as fuck.

It doesn’t take much to get you there; a little edible gummy of a mere 5mg THC will get you and anything more ends up making you go to sleep, no matter the strain. So you’re lucid enough to mingle and have a conversation but high enough that your mind falls off track sometimes and you end up giggling and asking, “Wait, what?”

The party ends towards midnight and despite the temptation of continuing the party to another venue, Touya leans into your ear to remind you that you were the one that didn’t want to party too late.

“Yeah well that was sober me and she wasn’t having fun at the time she said that.”

It takes a bit of back and forth but you relent eventually, bidding your friends goodbye before getting into the passenger seat of the car. Your friends playfully boo at Touya with little jeers of c’mon, it’s still early!

“Birthday girl was the one who said she wanted to be done at this time, I’m just following my lady’s rules.” Touya dismissively waves off the playful boos, bidding the others goodnight before getting into the driver’s seat.

In the drive back to the apartment, your music is played at a gentle volume and your head lolls against the headrest. You sink just a bit into the seat your eyes are set on your boyfriend. His side profile is beautiful, his eyes glancing to the mirrors to check that he was safe to merge into the next lane.

You cling to his arm as the two of you walk the path inside the complex back to home. A part of you wants to sit on the swings of the playground but you know that the chains aren’t oiled and the squeaking would definitely disturb the neighbors nearby.

“Fuckin’ finally, come the fuck over here.” Touya says out loud with relief and pulls you to him as soon as the front door is locked. You have no idea how riled up he was watching you during your party, his eyes admiring the short dress you wore. God he wanted to go up behind you and just rut his cock against your ass a couple of times. He had to excuse himself for a smoke here and there, sometimes he’d have to go inside the restroom to calm himself down.

But now he’s got his pretty girl all alone now.

The zipper is pulled down and loosens the dress, you’re shrugging off the straps to it and Touya’s hands assist in shoving the dress off your body and to the floor. It’s kicked to the side and Touya practically pushes you to the wall, one hand holding your face and squishing your cheeks a little as he looks down at you.

“My baby, my pretty doll…”

God, you love this man.

He kisses you silly, takes you to bedroom, and asks what you’d like him to do to you.

“Can I choke on your cock, please?” you phrase it as a request but you and him both know that you’re gonna get whatever you want tonight, “Fuck my face? Want it really bad, Touya!”

He can’t say no to you, especially not on your birthday of all days.

So your wish is granted and you’re on your knees, looking up pitifully as Touya roughly fucks into your mouth, into your throat. When he tells you to open your mouth wider, you do it. When he says to stick your tongue out and licks his balls when he’s got you pressed to the base, you do it. When he tells you to just fucking take it, slut and to be a good girl for him, you do.

You’re a mess of tears and spit, coughing and sobbing a little when Touya pulls you off his cock. He gazes at you at first, watching the teardrops fall from your eyes and drool drip off your chin. He can’t help but think you’re such a pretty thing when you’re dick drunk.

“You know, it was cute to see you at your party. All high and stupid and forgetting what you were talking about with our friends.” Touya comments and pulls you back to his cock again, tapping the tip against your lips. “I like when you’re all dumb.”

“‘M not dumb.” You mumble before wrapping your lips around your boyfriend’s cock again. His cock glides smoothly into your mouth, the thickness of his cock a familiar thing for you as he touches the back of your throat.

Touya’s hand briefly pets your head before he holds your head in place. His hips fuck into your mouth, his cock fucking into your throat again and a fresh new set of tears well up in your eyes. You can’t think when your mind is so dizzy and heady, when all you can do is just be used and talked down to.

“Fuck, look at you! My pretty doll, you look so fucked out and I haven’t even touched your pussy yet!”

You cough and sob out his name when he lets you off his dick again, your body exhilarated and your mind still feels the high. Your boyfriend’s pretty cock is so slick and wet thanks to all your spit, weakly grasping it in your hand and stroking it as you beg, “Please Touya? Please, fuck me?”

He practically throws you to the bed, pulling off panties and your bra in haste that get carelessly tossed to the floor. You choose the position, holding your legs open for your boyfriend and your pussy on display for him. Enthusiastic can barely describe his actions as he discards his own clothes, pushing his cock quickly into you that makes you yelp in surprise, “Ah Touya!”

It’s delicious the way your warmth wraps around him, tight and perfect for him. What’s even better is that your pussy flexes around his cock, just a brief signal before wetness envelopes around him. You already came but he’s just getting started.

Your nails scrape down Touya’s back as he fucks into you, your voice muffled into his shoulder as you do your best to suppress your sounds. He mutters into your cheek, “Scratch me harder, fuck make it hurt!”

Touya can barely keep in his own groan when your nails dig a little firmer into his skin and drag down. He can imagine the bleeding red lines already, the pain spurs him on and he grits his teeth as he concentrates on you. He jams himself balls deep into you, his body shuddering as you cum around him again. He’s a little too excited that he worries that he’ll cum too quickly but you’re too high and blissed out that he knows that you wouldn’t care.

He wants to last a little longer for you though and what isn’t helping is that it’s your face that makes him want to cum quickly. You’re all gorgeous when you’re fucked out and stupid, your glassy eyes rolling back and then focusing in again to get your bearings back.

Touya maneuvers you into the position he wants, turning you to lay on your side and propping your leg over his shoulder before pushing back into your cunt. You let out a whimper when you’re filled again and you cum on his cock.

He pistons himself into you, drinking in your little sounds and your breathless pleas for him to utterly wreck you.

Touya intends to, grabbing your limp wrist and directing your hand towards your clit. “Touch yourself.”

You rub messy little circles on your clit, adding to the onslaught of pleasure that spikes higher and higher in your body. It’s so goddamn wet in between your legs, it’s almost pathetic how you cry that you think you can’t cum anymore but your body is saying differently. “I know you can keep on cumming, don’t fucking like to me!” Touya grunts, his brows pinching as he tries to hold himself together.

“I can’t!” You whine and your hand tires out, “C-Can’t!”

You’re put onto your back again and Touya fucks at just the right angle that’s hitting that spongy little spot that makes your eyes roll back again. He has to clasp one hand over your mouth while the other one presses down on your lower belly. Because he knows that it does this-

“God! Fucking—fuck!” Touya cusses when your orgasm hits you stronger this time, clenching down on his cock before cumming more intensely. He fucks you through your orgasm, reaching that high point of ecstasy as you cry into his palm.

Touya! Touya, I love you! is muffled beneath his palm and your watery eyes look up at him. He’s ruthless in his pace as he chases his high since you’re fucked stupid from experiencing yours, your head even higher in the clouds thanks to him.

So he says all the nasty shit on his mind, watching as you nod your head in agreement and whimper little sounds still into his hand.

“God, you looking so dumb right now. Fucked your brains out baby? You all stupid now?” He asks and he’s answered with a little muffled mmhmm. “My stupid lil doll, huh? All it takes to make you so sweet for me is my cock, ain’t that right?”

His hand slides off your mouth but moves to grasp your neck, his fingers pressing into the sides and watching as your mouth drops open and you mewl his name.

You’re a fucked out mess, the most pretty mess that gives him sass and loves him so intensely that he feels like he knows real love with you. And Touya laughs a little himself, delirious on how intoxicated he is over you before he finally empties himself into that precious cunt that he’s been fucking for the last few years of his life.

Thick ropes of cum fill you, overflowing out of you that Touya should pull out but he keeps himself stationed in you until he catches his breath. He reaches behind him for the shirt he flung off his body, always knowing to keep at least one piece of clothing nearby and he tucks it underneath you before pulling out.

It leaks out of your well fucked cunt and Touya admires it for a brief moment, only snapping out of it when you whine and your hips shift slightly. He wipes you clean and he leans over to kiss your forehead, muttering ‘happy birthday’ and pulling back to discard the cumrag into the laundry basket.

You get up to pee after finally collecting yourself, the high long gone when Touya fucked it out of you, and when you come back to the room, he holds out a little box from your favorite bakery towards you. “Wanna eat cake in bed?” He offers.

You blow a single candle on a piece slice of strawberry cake, the smoke billowing from the tip of the candle where the flame is and Touya tells you again, “Happy birthday.”

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For the angst prompts ;

"You look like hell." "I feel like it."

Famous Eddie showing up on Steve’s doorstep years after Eddie left

Oooo love this idea, thank you very much for sending it Nonny! I hope you enjoy!

***

"So, he's back in town," Robin says instead of a greeting into the receiver, a leading lilt in her voice.

Steve sighs and knocks his head into the wall beside the mounted hand set, "yeah".

She hums, the sound crackles over the line like static in Steve's ear.

"You want me to come over?" Robin asks carefully, as though dismantling a bomb, picking through what to say as gently as she can, hoping it's right.

And Steve hates it.

He hates that even after all these years, Eddie Munson can get right under his skin like this.

It should have ended back in '88, when Eddie had left them all behind to 'make it big'.

Or at least, that's what the note had said.

The one in hastily scribbled blue ink, dropped on the cold and empty side of the bed that Eddie had left. Steve had awoken alone, with only the note and the smell of weed and cigarettes and sex on his sheets.

He had tried calling the trailer, only for Wayne to pick up and explain that Eddie had been planning this for weeks, 'didn't Ed tell you?'

Eddie had left for New York along with Gareth, Jeff, and Grant, bound for city lights and a better music scene.

No, Eddie hadn't told him, but Steve didn't say that. How could he?

Instead, he thanked Wayne, his voice hoarse, and hummed something close to a yes when Wayne asked if Steve would make sure to drop by when he had time, the Pacers season had started after all.

"Steve?"

Robin's voice breezes through the phone again, jolting him back to the present.

"Sorry Birdy," he sighs, shaking the last memories of the Munson's from his mind, "don't worry about me, really".

She scoffs and Steve can almost picture the way she's certainly rolling her eyes, "I always worry about you Dingus, that's what I'm here for".

"I know".

They talk for a little longer, speculating on how much longer Clinton will last in office now that the truth has come out and which of them would host the finale of Seinfeld --'it deserves a special night Steve, we are taping it, getting as many snacks as we can, and indulging in some good old misanthropic comedy'.

He tells her goodnight after another half hour, and insists that he'll be okay.

And he will, of course he will.

It's been ten years since Eddie Munson set foot in Hawkins, and there was absolutely no reason for them to run into one another.

Well, sure, he still kept in touch with Wayne over the years --how could he not when the old man seemed to pull excuses to see him out of thin air.

Robin had always cautioned Steve on his continued relationship with Wayne, questioning why he insisted on maintaining contact with Steve.

But it was nice to have someone to watch the game with over a beer, the occasional barbecue in the summer and hell, Steve had even celebrated a Thanksgiving or two or three with Wayne Munson.

With Steve cutting off his own parents years back, it was nice to feel like he had still had someone looking out for him.

And really, there was no reason for Eddie and Steve to run into one another.

Steve would be fine.

***

It's almost a week after his call with Robin that the doorbell rings and Steve's world comes to a stop.

He's putting away the small grocery trip, and to call it that was a bit ridiculous considering the snack to fruit ratio, but Robin had been very specific about their Seinfeld watch party slated for the coming weekend.

Steve opens the fridge door to pop the milk in, tossing a, "coming!" over his shoulder as the bell rings a second time.

Steve hopes it isn't his neighbor again as he makes his way to the front hall of his small home. It would be her third time angrily telling him that the tree in his backyard had shed even more crabapples over the fence and into her yard.

And considering their postage stamp lots, where else was the poor tree going to do it?

"Look Mrs. Patterson," he says wearily as he flips on the porch light and opens the front door, "I'm going to do something about the branches this weekend--"

But it isn't Mrs. Patterson standing on his front porch.

It's Eddie Munson.

Steve blinks, feeling as though part of himself has been wrenched from his own body to watch from above. His palms are sweaty all of a sudden and there's a tightness in his chest that grips his lungs, he can't breathe.

Eddie tries for a half wave and a smile, but the effect is lost as Steve continues to stand in shocked silence.

He's thin; Eddie had always been on the lanky side but his shoulders were still broad and he was strong enough to lug his band equipment around. He's almost gaunt now, with deep set bags under his brown eyes. His curly hair hangs somewhat limp over his shoulders and he reeks of stale cigarettes.

But it's undeniably Eddie Munson standing at his front door.

There are so many questions, and Steve wants nothing more than to demand answers if he can manage to get the words out without yelling.

What are you doing here? Why are you here now? How did you know where I live?

How could you leave like that?

"You look like hell," Steve says instead, his grip tightens on the door frame as Eddie drops his head in a nod.

"I feel it".

His voice is slightly deeper, more gravely in tone now than it was ten years back.

But perhaps that's what screaming into a microphone and partying in New York for ten years will get you.

"How did you know where I live?" Steve asks after another beat of strained silence.

"Uh, Wayne, I ask him about you a lot and about half the time he'll give me an answer when he's not calling me a dumbass and telling me to call you myself".

"Wayne has been telling you about me" Steve says faintly, feeling as though he might be sick on Eddie's shoes.

Wayne, someone that Steve had been looking up to, getting advice from, and spending so much time with, had been doing so just for Eddie.

All this time.

Robin had been right to tell him to be careful.

"Leave," Steve whispers suddenly, making Eddie step back in surprise, "I don't want to see you, either of you, again".

"Wha--no, Steve, wait!"

But the door is already closing, slammed against Eddie's hands that knock and knock, pleading with him to open the door, to just hear him out.

But how can he?

It wasn't just Eddie showing up after all these years, but on top of that, everything that he thought he had with Wayne had all been some ploy to help his nephew keep tabs on him.

He'd let himself be hurt again, by another fucking Munson, one he thought he could trust.

Steve locks the door and flips off the porch light, uncaring of the muffled curse from the other side of the wood.

He doesn't want to hear what Eddie has to say, after all, Eddie hadn't cared enough to stick around all those years ago.

Why should Steve?

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the sleepy post show matty affection and cuddles im- i need a blurb if it so bad lmao (side note: hope everything ls okay mads! ty for all the lovely writing recently but pls take all the time u need to work on asks and requests, we will support whatever whenever u post!! love u!)

in that nme interview, matty said that the first thing he does when he gets offstage is smokes a zoot, but that's technically untrue if you're there - the first thing he does is either find you at the side of the stage or wait for you to come backstage from the audience so he can give you a hug and a sweet kiss or several, laughing when you admonish him for being all sweaty and getting you all messy (but you don't mind, really), and getting all sappy when you tell him he was good. THEN he lights up a zoot - and repeatedly offers it to you - and smokes as he gathers up all his shit and chats to everyone, kissing the top of your head every time he moves past you; when he's ready to go, matty takes your hand and kisses it before he leads you to the waiting car (which takes ages because you have to hug the rest of the band goodnight lol). in the car itself, you make small talk with the driver and matty curls up sleepily beside you; he tries to stay awake as long as possible, but the exertion of performing and the weed have kinda taken it out of him a lil, so you're like "baby, go to sleep. i'll wake you up when we're nearly home, yeah?", and matty's always like "nooooo i wanna talk to you" at first, but he dozes off when you reassure him you can talk when you're out of the car and gently start to play with his hair. towards the end of the journey, you wake him up by caressing his cheek and murmuring his name - he'll slowly blink as he awakens and smile tiredly at you, following you out of the car and clinging to you (lowkey to stay upright) as you lead him into the house/hotel/wherever. but i think matty gets a bit of a second wind when the two of you get somewhat settled at home, in that he perks up a bit as he watches you get changed out of your show clothes (typical boy lmao) and then when you have a cup of tea together; that's when you guys chat about the show and your respective days and anything and everything you can think of, a chat which continues as you have a quick shower together if you're both awake enough for that, or just as you lie curled up in bed together if you're really sleepy. regardless of tiredness level, the night always ends with matty falling asleep with his head on your chest, after some more sweet kissing and shared "i love you"s, and you being all "i'm proud of you" and him being all "it's all for you, sweetheart". cute! <3

(and tysm for the support!! ily)

[pixeldistractions]

She waited in the roadside dust while he rolled down the shutters on his stand. Then she followed him next door to a small trailer park. His lot was the wildest in the place, strung up with camp lights and loud as spring break. 

“Clayton Dodd,” he said. “Birth name. You’re now one of only a few who know it. I don’t normally share, but you have pretty eyes. Everyone else calls me Agent 51.”

“Wait, though,” she said. “Are you even old enough for vodka?” 

“I just turned twenty-one,” he said. “I’m a man.” 

She laughed. “Aw, honey, you’re not a man. Soon maybe, but not yet.”

They got to talking about aliens first. He owned a piece of crashed spaceship from the war—the real deal, not that made-in-China garbage he sold in his shop. He had files about leaked alien correspondence dating back to 2006. They talked about cryptids and crypto and the dark web. They talked about all the ways all the branches of the government were lying to them. 

“Dude, I know they’re lying to us,” Ingrid said. “You gotta let it roll sometimes though, or else what’s the point? Being all tense all the time about the powers that be? There’s a different kind of power in here.” She pointed with each of her fingers to her head. “Because what’s in there, they can’t have.”

“Hell yeah,” he said. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too, my dude. I’m gonna start a commune someday. It’s gonna be so chill, people will wonder how they ever lived differently. Full of artists and philosophers and poets and weed. Would you join it?”

He shrugged. “If it’s off-grid, I will. I’m doing a leave-no-trace thing, but document style.”

“I respect that,” she said. 

They hit it off. He had wild ideas, and she was totally into it. He also showered her with a boyish adoration that she hadn’t sought in a man before, and now she wondered why not. She found it interesting being on the other side of the chase for once. 

“When you get to California, can I come out and see you?” he asked.  

“Man, you go where the wind takes you,” she said. “I don’t own California.”

She gave him her number and they said goodnight, knowing somehow, for certain, this wouldn’t be the last she saw of Clayton Dodd. 

— from “boxes and squares #2: this is not that story again” (6/10)

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[zombiiegrr]

HEYY! okay so this is my first time literally ever ask for a request but why not haha:)

okay so I was thinking if shuri being really busy and not showing much attention to the reader and the reader understanding she’s just busy and being the new black Panther is hard and stuff but even after asking shuri for a little time she kinda ignores her sooo (SORRY IM LITERALLY JUST WRITING IT ITS A BIG REQUEST) and then the reader decides to post a picture shuri wouldn’t “approve” of🤭 (can be a big angsty but omg smut pleaseeeee)

THANK YOU SO MUCH i was dying for some requests and to have someone put one like this in is amazing I'm a sucker for any kind of jealously and i love possessive stuff so let's get this show on the road!! I am going to change this a bitttt tho hehe I hope thats okay (I can always rewrite)

CW: smoking (weed) , a bit of arguing (reader and Shuri) , a lot of edging, Light degradation.

tags!!!: @luffyinlove @marvelsqrande @shurisblkwife @t-candy @noneofyabuisnezs @ziayamikaelson

Attention Seeker. (Shuri x Fem! Reader)

Shuri was busy, everyone in Wakanda knew that. She was queen, and black Panther she had shit to do and so did you but you always seemed to finished before she did walking around your own lab while looking up at Shuri in her lab walking back and forth getting stuff for different tables trying to put everything that she had been thinking onto a table so she could truly see what she was thinking even thought this always took the most time up for her. You almost never spent any time together anymore.

"Shuri?" you asked hesitantly while walking up the stairs to her lab from your own. She didn't even spare you a glance in fact she just kept working you weren't scared of her but a bit scared of disrupting her peace because no matter what or how stressed she looked you knew nothing brought her more peace than her work.

You didn't want to give up on talking to her or at least saying goodnight and asking if she would please come to bed with you. You sucked it up because you were her love, she would never hurt you

"Shuri my Love please, let us rest together I don't mind waking up with you and coming back to work later but for now let us rest " you get closer as you requested her to join you to rest but she was moving by the way she looked back at you, I don't think you were going to enjoy her reply

"Can't you see me working?" she is blurting out while slightly pushing you to the side not enough to hurt or do anything to really push you

"Woah, lets track back. There was no reason for you to talk to me like that, clearly i asked if we could rest together yes, I see you are working but I want you to rest" you were always calm with Shuri, but you weren't going to take her being disrespectful words to you which was extremely rare. Seeing as she had nothing but love and respect for you.

Shuri knew you were right, but she was tired, petty and just wanted to work until she passed out that's when she really worked her "best"

"Just get out y/n" ouch. get out? you weren't trying to be oversensitive she just had never spoken to you this was she might have asked you to leave a few times but telling you to get out? No, that wasn't your Shuri

You knew no more words could be spoke between the two of you for the rest of the night and because ever since you were taught to never go to sleep mad at each other you said you I love You's but didn't apologize because this wasn't your fault, but you couldn't just let this go to avoid an argument you decided to be petty but in your own way

When you got back into your room you pulled out your phone you had used sparingly when you had started living in Wakanda except the pictures you took of the city and Shuri

You dilled up Riri not thinking of the timing difference in Wakanda and Chicago, but you would see! "YO MY GIRL what's up!!" There she was Riri Willimas she reminded you of your teen years living back home running from the Avengers trying to force you into a teen training Crap while you just wanted to get rid of your gifts and be normal but also successful showing how a Strong women could really be.

"Thank the ancestors you're awake " A saying you had adapted from literally everyone and after learning everything you could about Your wife's home.

"yeah, up working! But no way you called to watch me work what's up? " Riri lightly yelled as she walked away from the camera. You didn't know how to ask her this, you know she knew a lot of people because of her "job" and wouldn't put you anywhere unsafe so what was the harm of asking if she was willing to take you and ONLY you to a party. She knew nothing got under Shuri's skin then going to events without her, without the black panther.

"Wanna take me to a party?" Yes! you loved you way you asked that even if you were expecting so many questions and maybe even a no.

"Word? We got one tonight at destiny's it's just going to be her, her dance team which is like 6 of them a few of the players and me well ofc!" that sounds nothing closer to perfect you agreed and then she started asking the questions. "Not that it matters because you're coming either way, why without Shuri?" she asked the question that really mattered off the bat!

"Oh, well that's a long story and this party is meant to be a getaway please don't ask" Riri wasn't going to pry any longer she was just happy to be with you again even if it would be better with all of you.

Fast forward a few hours you texted Riri you would be on your way just needed to get out of Wakanda without the alerting of Shuri. As petty as it was you were deciding if you wanted to leave your beads to prevent Shuri from finding you, it was dumb yes, but you would not be dumb enough to completed disappear and scare her like that you would bring your beads but leave them in Riris dorm.

It was hard but you got out of Wakanda extremely surprised a angry Shuri or Okoye didn't come after you on the ride there you took pictures of your outfit and everything else outside the window when getting into Chicago and when getting into Riris dorm bring her into the biggest hug like you hadn't seen her in forever.

"You look so good; I'm blow away Shuri let you leave the house" This made you giggle knowing what you knew about the whole Shuri thing. you sat on Riris bed waiting and listening to her talk about what she's been up to and what she was thinking and even working on. After a while of talking, she looked at the time changed a bit and told you it was time to go

"Wow Shuri actually hasn't found me yet." you thought to yourself while on the way to the small party.

Back with Shuri.

It wasn't that she didn't notice in fact if she did you probably wouldn't have made it to the party, nor out of Wakanda she was working when Groit was tried to alert her of your leaving before she shut him up not wanted to be disrupted just to keep working for another hour.

"Groit, can you ask Okoye to bring Y/N to my lab" A apology was in order and fast. Groit answered explaining how around a hour and a half he had attempted to inform her of plans of your departure, and it had been 5 hours since you had left. He quickly explained you were at a party with Riri which calmed her nervus but only a bit

"Do you want to see pictures of y/n at this party?" Groit asked. Shuri wasn't going to waste time, but she would lie if she didn't say she didn't want to see the pictures. Giving her a quick look at everyone there and how you looked. " How?" she questioned which he told her about to the quick social media search he had done quickly for her.

You looked cute she wasn't going to lie but either way the shit you were wearing wouldn't even be on for long. As Groit kept going through pictures it looked like you got more comfortable and more lose she wasn't mad until she noticed others around you were noticing too, I mean you were breath taking what did she expect? As videos played and your giggles grew, she couldn't bare it anymore.

"Can you provide a location of this party?" Shuri was proud of the AI she created when he pulled up the address as she asked quicker than she expected but not surprised she was the one who made him. She hadn't planned on going to her first American party upset or not even jealous, but you had made other plans for her.

Back at the party

You were having so much fun seeing as you had not been around so many new faces in a while, you weren't going to lie and say you weren't a little scared of being gone this long without letting Shuri know. But you knew it was just a matter of time before she found you.

"Wanna Smoke? " One of the dancers asked you before Riri spoke up to say no for you

"Nah Riri, it wouldn't be my first as long as y'all don't record or anything you know" Everyone collectively agreed especially the athletes and dancers.

After Two Blunts You could hear Riri talking with someone outside sounding concerned and trying to be loud enough to us to hear and clear the room of smoke which is what you and everyone else with sense thought and after slightly rushing to help you noticed that voice anywhere was slowed but also rushed your clearing. Shuri had smoked with you before and even grew some shit to show you Wakanda could do it better (They could) so you weren't scared shed find you smoking just she didn't like you smoking anything she hadn't grown for you including the adorable bong she created for you watching too much American tv about smoking and hiding for everyone making it for you

There's no way she'd walk in with a room full of people being the whole QUEEN of Wakanda but sometimes you questioned if you just forgot who you were dating.

"Shur- okay." Riri attempted to stop her before walking into the weed smelling room and seeing you sitting in-between two people too close for comfort.

Everyone started quietly fangirling while you didn't break eye contact with her. Her eyes screamed at you to get up and come with her and you weren't going to say no. You excused yourself, hugged up Riri promising to hang out with her for real as soon as possible which you knew Shuri would come with.

Shuri said her goodbyes to Riri grumbling about her coming to visit after dealing with you.

The ride home wasn't as quick as it normally felt. It wasn't quick you just had always enjoyed the ride home.

You could feel her eyes like knifes as she looked at your slightly high state. Something about this fear turned you on the way she was sitting while looking at you. "Was it fun?" her voice cut into the silence as you looked up quicky

You nodded your head and looked down again just to hear footsteps coming closer and closer to you. "I'm sorry. Telling you to get out? What was I thinking. I'm sorry I didn't just go to bed with you avoiding this whole thing." An apology was not you thought you were going to hear when she spoke holding your face in her hands and before you could reply apologizing for your behavior as well, she continued to speak

"But. I can't let this go y/n. Sneaking out? Not telling me? Thinking Leaving your beads in Riris dorm wasn't going to make me find them? Silly girl. I'm going to have so much fun punishing you, you won't have the strength to sneak out again for a week." as she said this, she stuck her fingers in your mouth while slowing zipping down your dress

"Matching underwear? Cute, what did you know I was going to punish you for this? How pathetic all this all because you wanted me pay attention to you. Oh, my love you got my attention." Shuri had a dirty way with words she knew how to push those buttons and knew what made you absolutely weak

She was in your underwear after she had denied your orgasm 4 times. At this point you were spewing out apologies and begs as she ignored and mocked you. She was cocky you wanted nothing more than to cum then touch her but she wasn't going to let you ether this was punishment Afterall she wasn't going to give in no matter how much she wanted to see you cum.

"Aw baby whose fault is this?" She fingered you with your needy clit in her mouth while teasing and bullying you. She did this all the way to Wakanda leaving you flustered and needy almost shaking from the amount of edging that had been done. She covered you up while you entered Wakanda even if anyone could see you, she wanted you easy to touch when you made it back to your room. Okoye welcomed you in not noticing anything.

You both walked a bit fast you went straight to the room laying on the on the edge of crying again if she didn't do something

she laughed at the doorframe calling you dirty before pulling you to the end of the bed

"Did you learn? As my princess you don't sneak out to silly American parties and smoke that disgusting American stuff when, I secretly grow that for you here." you were nodding in agreement while listening and slowing undressing

she put her hands right back into your underwear tease and driving you crazy again but this time when you close, she didn't stop.

"You have been such a bad girl. I'm only letting you cum because I can tell how bad you clearly need me to make you cum. Can't even take a punishment from me." she watched as you face locked with hers as you made you way to finally cumming. Even after you came, she didn't feel done

"Shuri Wait, fuck I just came please." you said as your whole body started to shake from the overstimulation

She laughed at that comment seeing as you spent the only time begging to cum, she mentioned that which caused a whimper from you while she slowed and kissed your forehead while you came down from the high from everything

she showered you in praises as your body finally claimed down.

"What about you baby?" you finally said after some water and a little cuddling she looked at you with a soft smile and whispered in her ear saying you just owed her (part 2? ;)

"Rest baby. I promise I will too in a few minutes" as you hear this you drifted off thinking of the ways you were going to pay her back and how you were the luckiest women on this earth.

end?

OH MY GOD SOOOOOOOO how did i do??? FEEDBACK IS LIKE LOVED!!!!!!!!!! this took me 2 hours please let me know ifs this is cringey or anything

[rosenallies]

I’m so exhausted, for a prompt, would you write some kind of sleepy sashnarcia fluff please?

Cw/ weed smoking throuple <3 sleepy high vibes

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“Marc, pass the joint,” Anetra whined petulantly waiting for her turn.

Marcia giggled sweetly, their eyes glazed over and red as they passed it over. “Sorry, Neech, I forgot I was holding it.”

“We’ve probably all had enough anyway,” Sasha pointed out, through a yawn, “you two both keep dozing off.”

Anetra exhaled, watching the smoke curl in the air and then disappear. “You’re probably right, I’m exhausted.”

She passed the joint to Sasha who took one more puff before putting it out on the ashtray next to her, sealing it back in the baggie it came in before turning her attention back to her partners.

“Good night kisses?” Marcia asked batting their lashes and pouting.

“As if I’d let either of you go to sleep without a goodnight kiss,” Sasha chuckled, leaning in to kiss Marcia, tucking a strand of hair behind their ear. “Goodnight beautiful.”

“Goodnight,” Marcia replied, a blush spread across their cheeks.

“My turn,” Anetra announced, crawling over Marcia in the middle to get to Sasha, looping her arms around her neck and kissing her gently.

Sasha smiled, cupping her cheek. “Goodnight, gorgeous.”

“Goodnight, Sash,” she said, pecking her once more before taking her usual spot on the left, making a pitstop to kiss Marcia goodnight as well.

All at once, they bid the fluffy cat at the end of their bed a goodnight and settled underneath the covers. Sasha turned off the bedside lamp on her side and settled with an arm thrown over Marcia’s waist protectively. Marcia cuddled against Anetra’s chest and Anetra stroked their hair gently, knowing it helped them fall asleep.

Marcia was the first to fall asleep, as usual, their breathing evened out and they snored softly. Anetra pressed a kiss to their forehead as she fell asleep next. Last awake was Sasha, forcing herself to stay awake and think about how lucky she was to have not one but two loving partners. Thinking of the love and light they brought to her life, she fell asleep too, holding tightly onto both of them.

[youmarin]

Light Shower | JJ Maybank (Tangled AU!)

A/N: Hello, it's been forever since I post any writing in here. I wrote this on April of last year and was thinking about it almost a year later. Funny, right? It's an idea I really liked and maybe someone else already had it but this is my version. :D The title I picked comes from the song "Light Shower" by Melanie Martinez (most of my fics have song names hehe). Also very odd how this song is so fitting (at least I see it like that). Won't entertain you more, hope you enjoy this little piece.

Word count: idk, it's short tho

warnings: mentions of abuse (nothing explicit)

"Once upon a time, a sun drop fell from the sky.”  Her son gave her his undivided attention, bright blue eyes on her as she started to tell him a new bedtime story. “It had been the topic of conversation around town for a long time and everyone went around searching for it.”

 He interrupted her, curious, “How, wait, why did a sun drop fall from the sky? What do you do with it?” 

“Um, well, everyone wanted it because this sundrop had healing properties, and could make you stay young forever.”  

“Like the Fountain of Youth?” he exclaimed, excited. Her little boy loved treasures and adventures. 

“Like the Fountain of Youth.” she confirmed. “You wanna know why the little sundrop fell here from the sky?” he nodded frantically. “It fell because the heavens wanted it to hurt a little less down here on Earth. It was meant to be treasured and shared so we could keep those we love safe.” 

“Did the people find it?” 

“It wasn’t meant to be hidden in the first place, it was in plain sight. But someone greedy and selfish had kept it from the rest. Now, if someone comes across it and recognizes it, it could save it and make it shine for everyone again, because after all this time its light could be dwindling and at any given moment it could give up” She heard her husband yell at her, asking what was taking her so long. So before he came into their son’s room, she hurried to finish the story and tuck him into bed.  “Goodnight, my sundrop.” She smiled, ruffling his long blonde hair affectionately and kissed his forehead. He smiled at what his mom just called him. 

JJ kept thinking about the story, and thought that if he could find the real thing, things would become better at home. So, determined, he swore he would. 

One summer day, he had gone out to play. He had stopped at the Château to get his friend John B but he wasn’t home, probably his dad had taken him out on their boat. So, he made his way to the beach alone and played in the sand. 

As he kept walking along the coast, making figures in the sand with a stick he had found, he heard someone singing. Looking around, his mouth fell open in surprise, the stick falling from his grip. 

It was a little girl, around his age. She was sitting on her legs in the sand, holding a small wounded bird in her hands. As she sang, her long hair started to glow as bright as the sun, and as she finished her little song, the bird flew away, making her laugh happily. The magical glow of her hair dimmed considerably, leaving it a shiny blonde. 

She had just healed a bird. Her hair. Sunlight. His mom’s story. It was real. He found the sundrop. “I found it!” he exclaimed victorious. The girl turned around, scared. She knew she shouldn’t have gone outside. She saw the little boy looking at her, a big smile on his face as he made his way towards her and she screamed, hurrying to get up and with one last look at the boy she ran off. “Wait! Where are you going?! Don’t leave, please!” JJ ran after her. 

As they ran, they started to drift away from the beach and in between a lot of trees and weeds. They dodged the lowest branches and leaped to avoid fallen trees, big rocks and getting their feet tangled in the vines. “Hey, wait!” He tried once more, getting closer to her, but he was so focused on reaching her, he forgot about his surroundings and tripped with some rocks, twisting his ankle. He whined in pain, and she heard him starting to cry. Daring to look back, she saw him on the ground, both hands made into fists as he roughly wiped his tears away. The girl debated  whether she should keep going and make it safely back home or if she should head back and help him. 

Out of his tear blurred vision, he saw someone crouch beside him. She wiped his tears away and he stared in awe at the girl as he stopped crying. He saw the worry in her big dark eyes and without a word, she helped him get his foot out from between the rocks. He cried out again, tears gathering in his eyes as he saw his ankle turning the wrong way and blood coming out of his scratched skin. “It hurts.” 

She nodded and hurried up to rid him out of pain. Her hair started glowing again as she began to sing, holding his scuffed hands. JJ’s eyes widened, looking clearer than ever as her glow reflected on him, tears gone and only their trail left, replaced by pure amazement. And in just a moment the pain was gone. 

He blinked, looking down on him and seeing that in fact, all his injuries were gone, even the older ones. “Woooah.” He smiled happily and stood up, wiggling his previously injured leg. “Thanks.”  He saw she was already walking away. “Please don’t go.” He tried following her again, being more careful this time. He grabbed her wrist. She turned to him and JJ saw he had scared her. “I’m sorry. That was stupid.” 

“Don’t hurt me.” she grabbed her wrist right as he let go of her.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He shook his head. “Wait, is someone hurting you?” Thinking back to his mom’s story, she should be hidden away by the bad guy. 

“You’re not going to hurt me?” She said, stranged. He shook his head no again. Squinting her eyes, she moved closer to him. She placed her hands on his cheeks, and looked him over, making JJ confused. Getting even closer, she looked him right in the eyes, and so did JJ. She suddenly stepped back and opened his mouth. JJ started to laugh and tried to talk, “Wa- a- -uh doin’?” 

“You don’t have fangs, or claws.” She stated the obvious, stepping back. 

“Of course not! What are you talking about?” He had just seen a girl with healing light from the sun so he thought she maybe was onto something, “Wait, do vampires exist too? Wait, werewolves?”  That would be cool. A little scary too, he thought. She didn’t answer him but she looked like she was thinking about something. Seeming to reach a conclusion, she glanced at him once more before starting to run away, again. But the little boy didn’t seem like he was going to give up. He chased after for a while and so she chose she better hide before going any further. 

The sky was turning gray and thunder rumbled in the air. Soon after, it was pouring rain. JJ kept looking around, calling out for her, but the rain pelting down barely let him see anything in between all the foliage. So he turned and went back the way he had come. 

When he got back home, he was drenched, shivering and tired. But he was so excited to tell his mom what he saw, he didn’t really care at that moment. Things could really get better, and he wasn't afraid now. “Mommy!” He ran towards the front door, opening it. He dashed straight to his parents’ bedroom, not seeing her in the kitchen nor in the living room. He opened the door. “Mommy, I found it!” His smile faltered and his steps came to a halt when he saw his dad sitting on the bed; the room was a mess, things thrown and broken all over the place while he sat there, with a bottle more than half empty in his hand. 

He was too late. 

[parkerbombshell]

Rules Free Radio Oct 22 2024

Tuesdays 2pm - 5pm  EST Rules Free Radio With Steve  Caplan bombshellradio.com This week's Rules Free Radio with Steve Caplan is a One-year Flashback Encore to October 2023. At the top of the second hour, we’ll do a tribute to the late Power Pop singer-songwriter, Dwight Twilley. He passed away on October 18th. Although he didn’t attain the popularity of a lot of other Power Pop artists, his music was generally praised by critics, and appreciated by other musicians, and he’s a top-tier artist for most serious Power Pop fans. In the third hour, we’ll pay tribute to Carla Bley. She was a composer and performer with a career spanning over 50 years. She was an important figure in the Free Jazz movement in the 1960s, and a stalwart artist for the ECM record label. She collaborated across genres from Jazz to Rock. We’ll hear a little sample of her diverse work. We'll hear some new releases including The Bablers, Rob Suraci, a new single from Star Collector, Metric, John Scofield, Squirrel Flower, and others. Plus music from Jimi Hendrix, Lenny Kravitz, Paul Pena, Matthew Sweet, Rory Gallagher, Robin Trower, John Lee Hooker, and More. Rob Suraci - Life Takes Practice Paul Pena - Something To Make You Happy Beki Bondage - Move Over Jimi Hendrix - You Got Me Floatin' Lenny Kravitz - Are You Gonna Go My Way Star Collector - Crashin' Grand Funk Railroad - We're An American Band Last Autumn's Dream - Just One More Time The Grip Weeds - You Can't Do That The Bablers - Thinking Of You Matthew Sweet - Girlfriend Robin Trower - Little Bit of Sympathy Rory Gallagher - Laundromat john lee hooker - Shake It Baby Dwight Twilley - Soundtrack Dwight Twilley - Doctor Dwight Twilley Band - I'm on Fire Oister - You Were So Warm Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers - Strangered In The Night Oister - Like You Did Before Oister - You're My Lover Dwight Twilley - Long Lonely Nights Squirrel Flower - Alley Light +++ Crosses - Goodnight, God Bless, I Love U, Delete Cupid and Psyche - Angels on the Phone Metric - Nothing Is Perfect Stories & Jake Sherman - Across The Universe John Scofield - Mr. Tambourine Man The Golden Palominos - Buenos Aires The Golden Palominos - Alive And Living Now The Golden Palominos - When The Kingdom Calls John Greaves, Peter Blegvad, & Lisa Herman - Good Evening Carla Bley, Phil Woods - Lost In The Stars Carla Bley - Caucasian Bird Riffles Carla Bley - Utviklingssang Jimmy Giuffre 3 - Jesus Maria Steve Kuhn - Permanent Wave Rudiger Krause - Time and Us Read the full article

[libidomechanica]

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[tismeandmylife]

A summer day with fluffy, soft clouds and a pastel blue sky.

Cheese 100%, I don't get sore teeth from cheese, while chocolate makes my teeth hurt from the amount of sugar and stuff (also, I'm French so...)

Yeah

Candy Cane Lane by Sia

Yep, loads of times throughout the years, Nancy Drew, PJO, HP, Land of Stories, Hardy Boys, self -insert Nancy Drew lol, and more

Yep

Yep, two, possibly soon to be three

How they treat towers when they aren't being watched. Then they're not hiding who they really are and you can see what they're like. Also, how they treat kids, whether they like them or not. And their parents.

A Sunshine Snickerdoodle Sugar Cookie! (Basically softer, chewy snickerdoodles with little suns draw on them in cinnamon)

Cat by far, I'm not a huge fan of dogs, too many experiences in my childhood and teen years. Also loving with endlessly barking and running and needing dogs in your house for years set off by the smallest thing can ruin them for you easily.

Earbuds

"Goodnight, love you"

Geese eat a stupid amount of things, random plants, fish, fries, insects, skin, weeds, burgers, lollipops just whatever they find

Night owl

I don't think so, no

Awkward, bright, sweet

Jeans

Grande chai latte, half sweet, light water, with oat milk

Puce

My blanket from my childhood, I don't even know which family member made it but it survived many moves and a house fire and brings me a lot of comfort

Tea

Pterodactyl

Since 2020? I think??

Knife or spark rocks

Cottagecore kindergarten classroom with a touch of crazy cat lady

Retirement. Lol or Library Tech

Single

Big, comfy hoodie(any of mine), skinny jeans that's re slightly loose from Old Navy that I thrifted, and my orthopedic sandals

A million songs lol but for sure any Taylor Swift song, nearly every old ish Christmas song, most Michael Bublé, 1/4 of Ed Sheeran, most Bing Crosby, and so on and so forth.

Blondish brown with pale highlights format he sun

Sometimes accidentally

Yeah, when I'm feeling self conscious

"Wow, you look... Stunning :0" courtesy of my little brother a while back. I appreciated it especially cause my mom had been nitpicking the state of my skin and stomach and suggesting a diet

I can't pick!! But I really love @breadandblankets and @i-am-a-fish

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🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

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☕ Coffee or tea?

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🌴 Desert island item?

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

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