#somewhere in there they even go skinny dipping together

[khaalibilli]

So Simon breaks up Wille and then…

Wille reaches out to Simon in the library

Then Simon reaches out to Wille at the party

Then Simon writes Wille a song

Then Wilhelm reaches out to Simon to thank him for the song

And then Simon says he never gave up on them

And then Wille follows Simon by chasing an actual moving car

These bitches were never serious about breaking up wtf is this.

[greenpurplemylove]

What Lovers Do (PJS)♥️

→ masterlist.

→ pairings: non idol! situationship! jay x female! reader.

synopsis: There was only one thing left to do when two friends finally confess that they like each other after all the endless chasing about and beating around the bush. Though it wasn't like how it traditionally went, like on a bed or in a fancy hotel room. You and Jay knew it would be wasteful to go back to yours or his apartment, not when the view of the beach at 02:00 AM in the morning hits different.

→ genre: friends to lovers! smut, and fluff. -> now playing: Diet Pepsi, Addison Rae/Forrest Gump, Frank Ocean.

-> wc: 5,8k

warnings: SMUT, swearing, car sex, car sex by the beach, dom! jay x sub! slightly switch! reader, slight cockwarming, riding, unprotected sex (wrapeth t bef're thee tapeth t), creampie, fingering, mutual masturbation, mentions of skinny dipping and pet names (baby, pretty girl, darling).

-> A/N: after a season of midterms, a breakup and a series of procrastinations later, I've finally completed the last chapter. good news is y'all don't rly have to read part 1 dan part 2 (but if you want to, I'd say be my guest honestly) to understand what's going on in this story cause this is like smut with very little plot. this is my first smut ever so anyways I'm rly sorry if it isn't perfect, nonetheless I do hope y'all enjoy it though. much love, Cher🫶

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Seeing two people being in denial that they’re actually obsessed with each other is frustrating.

Especially if those two people are practically close friends.

Take you and your friend, Park Jongseong, for example.

You’ve been friends with Park Jongseong since freshman year of college.

Maybe it was due to the fact that your friend groups were practically mushed together and that you’d more often than not end up in the same class he was taking.

With what originally started with strictly exchanging the notes you took during class, slowly melted away into long and deep texts, conversations, even playful arguments about each others pasts and interests.

But what he didn’t know was that you’ve always secretly admired him.

At first you didn’t want to think the admiration you had for him was romantic, but overtime it grew difficult for you to maintain a merely platonic admiration.

He was a nice guy you have to admit, and the fact that he was practically gorgeous made things all the more difficult for you in maintaining that so called ‘platonic’ gaze.

And it didn’t help with the fact that he was such a gentleman to you as well.

Always opened doors for you.

Paying extra attention towards you whenever you needed his help.

And always letting you order first whenever you needed to go somewhere for lunch in between classes.

Even offering to pay for your meals.

It was difficult. Very difficult, for you to not fall for him.

You find yourself looking at him from afar with rose tinted glasses, your day got a little brighter every time the two of you exchanged glances and smiles,

your heart would skip a beat every time his name was mentioned in any given situation,

and most importantly, you wanted to be near him all the time.

Naturally, you grew closer to him.

Overtime it felt strange, how you noticed his smile seemed to linger longer whenever he was looking in to you so deeply,

or how close your bodies were whenever you’d talk to him for an extended period of time.

The questions started to beckon in your head, was this his way of flirting with you?

And to answer that question. Yes, yes it was.

The reason being none other than because he has a crush on you. But being the outwardly cold person that he is, he didn’t wanted to admit that.

Cause there’s a small part of him that was a little scared you wouldn’t feel the same way he did.

He’d look at you from afar and a small smile would creep onto his face.

He would think about how pretty you looked on that day before he fell asleep at night.

And you’d be the first person that comes to his mind the moment he opens his eyes the next morning.

He would pay extra attention to the things you liked and didn’t like. Memorizing your favorite lunch order. Always saving a seat for you next to him.

Always saving an extra gum in his bag because he knows you’d sometimes forget to bring yours to class,

and that he knows you have this bad habit of chewing the cap of your pen in the middle of class whenever you forgot to bring in your gum.

Mind you he also initially wanted to keep things platonic in fear of ruining the bond you’ve pretty much grown into overtime, but it was hard to keep those feelings at bay when you’re always so close to him.

After a while of teasing, lingering smiles, and small flirtatious gestures. You both were still in denial if wether or not the feeling was mutual.

It wasn’t until one drunk night at Sunghoon’s house, where you basically made out and almost had sex with him on Sunghoon’s upstairs couch that made you realize that you both felt the same way about each other.

Well, knowing he didn’t push you away when you were practically sitting on his lap and guiding his hand up your shirt and all.

After that night you both knew you couldn’t just pretend that it never happened,

so, stupidly enough, the two of you kept on teasing each other for a little while.

Hinting bits and pieces of your private lives, purposefully making the other jealous in hopes that the other would confess first because the both of you were stubborn as hell about your feelings.

When the both of you know fully well, you would be down to fuck from dusk to dawn.

It felt like playing a chess game with Jay during those times.

A romantic, for the most parts sexual tension filled game of chess with Jay.

And yet all the games, all the strategies, plans and moves you had all up in your head with Jay has led you here.

Half naked on his lap in his car by the beach at 2 AM, with his lips messily clinging to yours.

Both of your cheeks flushed. Breaths heavy as the windows started to fog. With his hands fondling with your bare breasts.

Your arms clinging onto his shoulders for dear life as your both tongue deep into the kiss.

You both knew at one point it’ll all lead up to this.

But that never stopped either one of you from pushing the boundaries of your ‘friendship’ more and more.

From the longing stares and touches across the hallways to the private moments that had you on the edge of your seat.

All of those moments has led you here, with your body sensually placed on top of his.

“Jay.” you moaned his name softly when you felt his thumb swiping against your hardened nipples as he trailed kisses from your jaw before nipping the back of your ear.

He felt his pants getting tighter by the minute, his dick growing hard at the sound of you moaning his name.

His hands traveled lower and lower down your pants as his palms settled on your ass making you gasp silently, while his mouth travelled down to your neck.

Kissing and sucking on it feverishly as if he was pouring all of his pent up desire to you after all this time.

“So pretty for me y/n.” he whispered against your neck, leaving a light trail of hickeys down your neck as your fingers caressed the back of his hair before trailing to the hem of his shirt.

Sneakily putting your fingers below the hem just to feel his bare skin against the palm of your hand.

You could feel his lips curl into a smirk against your neck as he pulled away, a playful smirk plastered onto his face as he sat up straight.

His hands trailed down to the bottom hem of his shirt but not before your hands replaced what was supposed to be his.

He looked at you surprised by your boldness as you took of his shirt, the muscles on his chest and arms contorting as you did,

feeling the tent that was forming in your panties grow wetter as you discarded his shirt to the side.

The sound of the ocean behind you long blurred into the background as he smiled up at you, caressing your thighs as he watched your every move.

Leaning back onto the chair behind him, your fingers caressed the abdomen of his chest,

feeling his chest rising and falling as his honey like skin emitted an inviting glow under the moonlight.

Your finger trailed lower and lower, from his toned stomach to the buckle of his belt,

lacing your fingers on to it.

You wanted to remove his belt from his pants, that was until his hand held yours, stopping you from going any further.

“I think I can handle that y/n.” he spoke in a sultry tone as he eyed your fingers, caressing them gently before undoing his belt.

Your hands then trailed slowly from the fabric under his belt, to the fabric that covered his prominent bulge.

Purposefully teasing him as you traced your fingers around his bulge.

His breath hitched in his throat as he leaned his head back and sighed, feeling your fingertips undressing his pants.

“I thought couples help take their partners clothes off when they’re gonna have sex?” you murmured as you flashed him a smirk.

“Oh, so we’re a couple now?” he teased, grinning at you flirtatiously.

You sighed in disbelief as you rolled your eyes.

You knew he was the type of person who’d tease from time to time, but you never thought he’d tease you at a time where you were completely vulnerable to him.

“Are you really gonna tease me at a time like this?” you whispered as your lips curl into a small sly smile while your fingers caressed his hair.

He smiled at you before he sat up straight, cupping your cheeks as he captured your lips in his.

Passion surging over you as your hands wrapped around his neck, taking his lips in deeper.

His hands soon trailed down from your body to your hips, giving it a firm squeeze before trailing his fingers to the button of your pants,

unbuttoning it and gently, stripping it off of your body as your purple lacy underwear came into view.

Pulling away from your lips, his eyes soon caught the attention of your undergarments,

pupils dilating as his fingers traced the hem of it, groaning as his eyes rolled back as your hips came down to grind on his clothed cock.

Purple. His favorite color.

Whether you intentionally wore it for him or out of pure coincidence, it made him incredibly harder than he already was before.

So hard that his pants felt uncomfortable against his now fully hardened cock.

But he knew better than to rush this moment like a casual hook up.

This was his crush. The women he’d fawn over since freshman year.

His close friend. Y/N.

He knew what you like and what you didn’t like from the back of his head,

from all the times you’ve told him stories about your casual hook ups every now and then.

He’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t go home most nights feeling jealous of how other guys could touch you so undeservingly,

at other nights he spent dreaming of how much he could fuck you better than any other guy,

and at some nights the jealousy and all the pent up feelings he had for you brewed to such intensity that he had no other option than to fist his cock in the shower,

thinking about fucking you all to himself.

And here you finally were, on top of him; your hands gripping onto his shoulders, your cheeks flushed as you turned away rather shyly,

your bare breasts all in display for him and your soaked pussy just inches away from his clothed cock.

All for himself.

It was like a wet dream come true to him.

Lust dipped into his pupils as he caressed the band of your panties,

staring in awe at the lacy fabric at hand before setting the band aside, revealing your already drenched cunt.

He groaned at the sight of it. Wanting nothing more than to stuff your pussy full of his cock.

Feeling his dick twitch uncomfortably in his slacks, he lifted his hips as he stripped down his trousers,

feeling himself grow impatient at the sight of your slick glisten, barely an inch from his thighs.

Leaving his pants bare on the floor of his backseat before dipping his fingers in between your drenched folds.

You sighed and bit your lip as a response. Turning away rather shyly.

His fingers soon laced on to your chin, forcing you to look at him.

It felt like time had slowed as he looked at you, his mouth opened, his lips puffy, and his gaze intense as he eyed you lustfully.

He had wanted, yearned for you even for so long, and now you were finally his.

There was nothing more he could’ve asked for in this moment.

He eyed your expression as he continued rubbing your folds, eyes closed and lips swollen from all the kissing and bitting,

he gradually slid his middle finger in back and forth, but not enough to satisfy how much you wanted him to touch you.

“Jay, please,” you exhaled as you eyed the motion of his fingers, holding onto the back of the front seat for support.

He caressed you so sensually, feeling the pleasure surging at the pit of your stomach,

it drove you almost insane on top of him. “don’t tease me.”

“I won’t baby.” he cooed as his other fingers moved from your chin to your hips,

his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as your mouth opened in pleasure.

The new nickname felt foreign to your ears, but nonetheless it made your pussy throb just for him.

“Jay,” you moaned lowly, gripping onto his arm.

Dipping his finger into you, you rolled your eyes back and bit your bottom lip, gently tugging on his hair,

feeling yourself melting into his touch as your hips thrusted slowly, almost in sync with the movement of his fingers.

He sighed, leaning his head back against the seat as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, feeling his cock twitch at the sight.

His fingers went in and out deep inside you, curling at you in all the right spots as the band of your panties grew wet from your slick cascading down his fingers.

Your face flushed, hips circling his fingers like a pretty doll as he looked at how drenched his finger were from slipping in and out of your walls.

He smirked up at you, enjoy seeing his effect on you.

It made him feel in control and powerful, subtly feeding his ego,

taking pride in how easy it was to have you squirming around his fingers.

Lifting his back towards you, pressing your lips onto his into a clingy hot mess of a kiss.

Slipping another finger inside of you, you moaned into the kiss as he used it as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside of your mouth, never giving you a moments rest.

Feeling your hardened nipples softly grazing against his collarbones, he groaned into the kiss adding to the sensation as your hips moved clockwise against his thumb on your clit.

Kissing you oh so passionately, you tugged on his hair before pulling away from your lips, a string of saliva connecting your tongues.

You were rilled up, your soft messy thrust turned precise and angled, almost as if you were waiting for the right moment to return the favor.

And you did so, as you laced your fingers onto the band of his boxers before beckoning him to lift his hips.

He raised an eyebrow at you as the tips of his lips curled, eyeing you curiously as he removed his fingers from your throbbing cunt making you whine silently,

missing the feeling of his fingers around you already as he gripped your waist.

Lifting his hips, he lets you slip your fingers onto the band of his boxers before pulling them down,

just enough to let his hardened cock sprung free from constraint.

Your eyes trailed from tip to the base of his cock, eyes dazed and mouth dry.

The mushroom tip of his dick flushed. A single thick vein trickled down from the bridge to the base of his cock.

He was definitely big.

Not the biggest you’ve ever seen, but he was definitely big enough to have your stomach doing backflips.

All the excitement and nervous tension trickled down onto your cunt, feeling the throbbing sensation swell as you held your breath in for a moment.

Licking your lips at the sight of it, you continued to strip down his pants until they were well past his ankles as he threw them off to the side.

“Like what you see?” he smirked up at you as he firmly held your waist.

“Don’t get cocky Jongseong.” you teased back, a smile creeped onto your face as you leaned closer to him before capturing your lips onto his.

He gripped your hair gently as he leaned your head to the side, deepening the kiss.

Your hands were all over his body, caressing his toned chest and washboard abs as your fingers trailed lower and lower while he sneaks his tongue back into your mouth,

letting out a groan as your thumb caressed dangerously close to the base of his cock.

The kiss soon grew rough and passionate as your tongues intertwined, his shaft grazing against your clit,

pulsating into a frenzy as his hands groped your ass, kneading them roughly all the while his nails were digging into your skin, making your breath hitch at your throat.

“Y/n.” he moaned out as he pulled away from you, feeling the pleasure coursing through out his body.

Rolling his eyes and throwing his head back onto the seat as he watched you, grinding your soaked folds onto his length.

His tip grew red as precum started to leak from his shaft.

“Shit.” he cursed lowly to himself as he eyed the sight in front of him hungrily.

The view in front of him was better than any wet dream he’s ever had of you.

Your fingers pressed against his cock as you grinded your folds against his dick.

Your slick wetting the bridge of his cock as you grind on him up and down, your other hand gripping onto his thigh for dear life as you balanced yourself on top of him.

You were insatiable.

He knew sex wasn’t a new thing for you, but never in his wildest dreams he’d see you like this with his own eyes.

A flushed mess, eyes closed, your bottom lip tucked as you held back your moans while you grind your folds against his cock,

holding yourself back from sinking fully onto his dick when he knows you so desperately want to.

So sweet yet so sinful, your moans and movements were a lingering sugar like addiction to him as he watches you slowly lose yourself on his cock.

And he hasn’t even put his dick inside you yet.

“Tell me what you want.” he whispered as his nails dug into your waist, hands moving in sync with the movement of your hips, guiding it gently as you swayed your hips in a rhythmic pace against his cock.

Your vision grew hazy as you looked at him, blinking once as your eyes were instantly set on his,

his gaze spilling with lust and desire as he looked at you through his hooded eyelids, face flushed,

his lips pink and plump as they formed an ‘o’ shape, exhaling breathlessly as he eyed you so intensely.

His fingers soon replaced yours, holding back his length against your pussy,

watching you soak the bridge of his cock with your throbbing cunt.

You couldn’t take the teasing you inflicted on him anymore, you wanted him inside of you.

You wanted, needed to feel his dick pulsating inside of you.

You needed him.

“Jongseong, please, I wanna ride your dick.” you whined breathlessly as you continued to grind on him, knowing you still wanted to be good for him despite your desperation.

He cursed at himself, your words stripped him bare into utter desire as his fingers laced on to the band of your panties,

stripping them off your body before shoving them to the side as every patience he had in his body melted away into only anticipation, lust and desire.

“Ride me then y/n,” he spoke in a sultry tone as he looked at you through his half lidded eyes, while his hand grasped onto the base of his shaft,

angling his tip onto your entrance, “I’m all yours.”

Goosebumps erupt in your skin as he spoke those words, electrifying the feeling in your stomach as you positioned his tip at your entrance,

lifting your hips, you planted your forehead against his as you slowly started sinking down onto his cock.

Your eyes screwed shut and your mouth hung loose at the sensation as he did the same.

It was right then and there you realized that you’ve underestimated how big he was from the outside as his cock filled you to the brim of your walls.

Stretching you out oh so heavenly as he caressed the sides of your body as an attempt to sooth you while you adjusted yourself to his length.

“Shit.” you cursed as your eyes rolled back and nails dug onto his back.

“Holy fuck, you’re taking me so good y/n.” he spoke as his hands trailed down onto your waist, eyes rolling back and mouth opened the moment you started circling your hips around his dick.

Heavy breaths and strings of moans fogged the windows as you started to slowly bounce on his cock.

His dick filling you up to the brim every time you sank down fully onto him.

The way he was stretching you out felt so heavenly, you wanted more of it. You wanted more of him.

“Shit you’re big.” you whispered in between your moans as you buried your face on the crook of his neck.

The complement fueled his ego as he smirked with pride before being cut short as he groaned, feeling you starting to clamp down on his dick.

The hands that was once your waist, trailed down onto your ass as he gripped them gently making you let out a loud moan,

as his hands started to match with the rhythm of your hips.

His cock twitched at the feeling of your drenched velvety walls soaking his dick. Feeling your slick dripping down his balls.

“Holy shit Jay fuck.” you leaned your head back as your eyes rolled back,

His head dipped down at the sight of your pussy sinking down onto his dick as you lifted your hips,

revealing the sight of his drenched cock before taking him in you again rather eagerly.

“Shit, you feel so fucking good.” he groaned as he fondled with your ass making you moan his name as you continued taking in his dick like it was your last.

Where have you been all his life?

How could he have been stupid enough to not confess his feelings sooner?

A little part of him can only swirl in regret as he watches you bounce on his cock. Flushed. Dazed. And fueled with lust.

Wishing he could’ve pursued you sooner, knowing how good your slick walls felt wrapped around his dick.

“Look at me.” he whispered as you wince onto his shoulders from the overwhelming feeling of his dick stretching your walls,

picking up your pace as you moaned his name making him sigh as he relished himself on the overwhelming pleasure.

He cursed to himself before gently cupping his hand onto your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

“Look at me y/n.” he whispered a little louder as you looked at his hooded eyes.

Holy fuck he’s never looked so hot.

The strands of his hair laced with sweat as his eyes pierced through them like a knife through a curtain, looking into you like you were his favorite pornstar.

His mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as groans, murmurs and profanities slipped pass his lips as you were bouncing on his dick like there was no tomorrow.

He leaned his head back against the seat, bitting his lips as he feels your slick dripping down his balls.

The occasional ‘fuck’s and ‘holy shit’s slipped pass your lips as you rolled your eyes back, head leaned back while your palms were pressed against his toned chest.

The feeling of his length filling you in and out hits you like a tidal wave as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

His hands moved to caress the sides of your body, eyeing you lustfully. “So pretty for me,”

“so fucking pretty for me.” he groaned as he fondled your breasts making you moan his name rather loudly at the already overwhelming pleasure.

Your walls clenched around him as your thrusts started to fall out of rhythm, turning sloppier by the second as your sigh and moans grew heavier.

“Tired y/n?” he asked as he cupped your cheek, receiving a weak nod from you as you bit your lip.

“That’s alright baby, I’ll take it from here.” he spoke softly as his fingers trailed to your hips, guiding you to spread your legs a little wider across the seat as you leaned forward,

feeling your chest pressed against his and his lips lingering over your ear, he started kissing and sucking on your neck,

making you close your eyes in pleasure as you succumb to the feeling of his tongue lapping against your neck.

A string of moans and profanities lingered from your lips as you felt him thrusting upwards into your pussy in a slow rhythmic pace.

You feel the air around you grew impossibly thicker as you breathed heavily.

His name slipped from your lips like a mantra, feeling his cock graze near your spot as he place open-mouth kisses against your collarbone and your fingers gripped onto his shoulders for dear life as the sound of the ocean waves creeped onto the back of your ear.

You let out a loud moan as you felt his thrusts grazed onto your spot, your hand that was on his shoulder slitted upwards onto his scalp, tugging on his hair gently as he moaned your name.

“Fuck, Jay, right there.” you moaned quietly into his ear as a small smirk creeped onto his face.

“Right there huh?” he spoke lowly in a playful, almost teasing tone. Gripping onto your hips so tightly as he thrusted onto your spot repeatedly making you cling onto his shoulder,

whimpers and loud moans of his name being the only thing leaving your lips as you no longer cared about the world outside of his car.

Though it was unlikely at this hour, if someone were to catch a glimpse of his car, they would’ve caught on to what was going on inside pretty quickly.

The car was shaking, it was almost in the middle of nowhere and the windows were fogged from the inside shut, covering the both of you from sight.

Though the both of you didn’t seem to care anyways. Too lost in each others presence to care about the world moving along outside of your own.

You nodded as you bit your lip, earning a groan from him as he leaned his head back onto the seat, fondling your ass as profanities slipped pass your lips.

“Shit, Jay!” you cursed as his thrusts grew rougher, hitting your spot over and over again, feeling the knot in your stomach grew impossibly tighter as he fucked you harder.

“Fuck y/n, you feel so good.” he moaned, feeling his grip on your hips tighten as you were certain that there would be bruises afterwards.

“Fuck, Jay.” you repeated his name as your nails tugged onto the blades of his shoulders. Feeling yourself growing closer to your high.

His sharp gaze pierced through the strands of his hair as his mouth hung opened and his eyebrows furrowed, completely lost in the feeling of chasing his own high.

“Tell me what you want.” he groaned lowly as his lips ghosted over your ear. The tone of his voice grew desperate and needy, almost whiny as he felt himself inching closer to his orgasm.

His words were only met with your moans and whines as he felt himself left unsatisfied.

You gasped as you felt his hand suddenly coming down onto your ass rather harshly, feeling your slick drip further down the base of his cock as a result.

“I said, tell me.” he reprimanded as his hand came down onto your ass again, but this time in between his sentences.

You feel yourself becoming flustered at his words, almost too shy to answer his lewd request.

It wasn’t until you felt his dick completely leaving your cunt that made you widen your eyes.

Whining at the loss of your orgasm.

All of a sudden, his lips latched onto your neck as he started sucking and bitting rather harshly making you let out a whine.

“Jay, don’t-” you whined as you tried to position his cock at your entrance, until his hands gripped your hips, completely halting you from reaching your high.

“I’m not letting you,” he whispered in your ear as he licked a stripe up your neck making you let out a moan. “if you don’t tell me what you want.”

At this point you were desperate. Almost too desperate to reach your high. You were willing to do whatever he wanted, just so that you can cum on his dick.

“Shit, I want you Jay.” you whispered as you caressed his toned abs, resulting in him letting out a groan.

You let out a whine as you felt his thumb caressing your slit, fueling the knot in your stomach that was bound to snap at any given moment.

“Please, wanna cum on your dick.” you practically begged, succumbing yourself to his touch.

A smirk plastered on his face as he looked up at you from your neck before positioning his cock at your entrance.

A moan left your lips as you felt his hands guiding your hips to bounce on his cock.

“Tell me again y/n, what do you want?” he asked as you moaned out his name, feeling his cock thrusting into you deeper as he synced his thrusts with your bounces.

Circling your clit faster, hitting your spot rougher and deeper, that you can only moan out in pleasure and desperation.

“Wanna cum, fuck, wanna cum on your dick Jay, please.” you whined as your high came closer and closer with each given thrust and bounce of your hips.

You yelped as his thrust grew faster, animalistic almost. His eyebrows knitted in concentration as his mouth hung opened and his eyes closed shut,

too focused on getting you to cum, too focused on the feeling of how good your pussy was clenching around his dick.

“Shit Jay, gonna cum, wanna cum on your dick.” so close, you felt so close to reaching your high as the knot in your stomach was bound to snap at any moment.

“Cum for me, cum for me y/n.” his words were your undoing. Your mouth hung opened as you feel your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave of pleasure.

Your head leaned back as you moaned out his name, back arching at the intensity of the feeling as your bounces grew sloppier and sloppier.

He sighed as he pulled himself out of you before pumping his dick in front of you, trying to reach his own orgasm.

You didn’t know what came over you as you’re hand swiped across the foggy glass before pinning both of his arms behind his head,

leaving him to look at you speechless as one of your hands trailed down onto his cock and you positioned him on top of your entrance.

”Fuck y/n, what are you doing?” he asked as he looked at you bewildered, you bend down onto his ear as you whispered to him sensually.

“Want you to cum inside me.” he can only moan at your words as his chest breathed heavily. He smiled tiredly as he looked at you.

This was definitely better than any wet dream he’s ever had of you.

"Shit y/n are you sure?" he asked as he raised his eyebrows at you, his eyes widening, second guessing your actions.

"I don't want you to feel like I'm forcing you to do any-" his words were then cut off by your lips as you closed the distance between your lips and his in abandon.

"I want you to." you spoke as you pulled away, smiling softly at him making him sigh, a grin plastered on to his face.

“Go on then, don't let me stop you any longer.” he spoke softly as he moaned, eyes rolling back as he feels you sinking down onto him once more.

Your hand was still pinning his hands down as you started bouncing on his dick faster as he relished on the feeling of your pussy clenching on his dick.

“Oh fuck y/n I’m gonna cum.” he moaned out as his eyebrows furrowed. “Fuck wanna paint your fucking insides so fucking bad.”

You felt so fucking incredible around him. Clenching around him in all the right places with his dick buried into your hilt.

His eyebrows knitted at the sensation. Already so close to his edge.

The feeling of you alone could make him cum.

“Cum in me then, give it to me.” The way you were already pinning him down and the way you were riding him so good was enough to make him oh so close to reaching his high,

but your words sent him over the edge as his back arched and his thrusts met your bounces.

You moaned his name rather loudly as you felt his cum filing up your pussy.

A string of curses and moans followed as you both rode out his high.

The thrusts that were once harsh and rough, soon turned sloppy as you felt his cum painting your walls.

“Shit.” you cursed as you breathed heavily, finally spent.

You settled on his lap for a moment before slipping yourself out of him, his arms guiding you to lay on top of him comfortably.

Your heavy breathes mingled with each other as he snook a glance at your cunt. You sighed as he guided you to lean back, exposing your pussy to him.

“Fuck.” he cursed as he saw a bit of his cum oozing out of you.

Using his thumb he pushed back the cum back into you, a small sigh left your lips as he did so.

“Wouldn’t want that to go to waste.” he spoke as he smiled at you. You smiled back at him as the both of you started to chuckle at your disheveled states.

“You look handsome.” you spoke as you pushed some of the strands of hair on his forehead, before cupping his cheeks as he chuckled,

the blush on his face prominent as ever post-sex.

“You look beautiful y/n.” he smiled as he hugged your waist earning a giggle from you, before taking your lips in his as the kiss soon melted into passion.

[urhoneycombwitch]

my baby puts his mouth on me

Eddie Munson x shy!Reader

foreword: okay this is kind of written as a bonus scene for i know what they call you bc that version of reader deals with being quiet, too! (not necessary to read that one first but does provide a bit of context as far as interpersonal setting.) sort-of AU that ignores most s4 events.

cw: discussions of college, shy!reader, oral + fingering (R receiving), R has breasts and a V, weed usage, softdom!Eddie, shifting POV a bit soz 

wc: 2.2k

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Somewhere between Eddie’s late nights at band rehearsal and your early morning diner shifts, you’ve both been too exhausted to properly fuck when you do see each other, barely time for a spare handjob in the past week. You’re crawling out of your skin by the weekend, missing and craving Eddie in equal measure.

So when your Saturday off happens to line up with his, Eddie makes an afternoon of it- picnic lunch on the shore of Lover’s Lake, lazing around in the August sun while your food settles, then stripping down to your underclothes (even though the spot Eddie scored was totally isolated, you’re still leery about skinny dipping) and cooling off with a quick dip in the lake.

You’re both sprawled out in the blanketed back of Eddie’s van, sun-warmed bodies pressed together, legs dangling out of the open rear door; smoke hangs hazy in the air from the joint being shared. 

“Almost end of summer,” Eddie says, nestling his nose into your neck, arms wrapping around your middle. He can’t look at you, dread unfurling in his stomach but needing to ask, to clear the air, to prepare in case this is one of the last times he gets to touch you like this- “Thinkin’ of going to any colleges?”

”Maybe.” One of your hands slides into Eddie’s hair, scratching gently at his scalp while the other lifts the joint to your lips for a long drag. “They love me at the diner and I make good tips, so I’ll prob’ly keep doing that. Can’t afford anything fancy, anyways- I’ll likely just go to Hawkins Community.”

You still haven’t told him the full story of the mall fire, yet- or about the underground world simmering beneath the surface. He never pushes you to share more than you’re comfortable, which you’re grateful for, but he knows something happened: something that paints your sleep with dark night terrors, something that causes you to slip in the middle of conversations, mind spiraling where he can’t follow. 

For reasons you can’t fully explain to Eddie, college is real low on your priority list- you’ve dedicated this summer to reconnecting with base instincts (weed and Pretty Boy being at the top of the list).

Meanwhile, Eddie tries to still the vibrant thrum of his heart at the news of you staying local, possibly for the next few years; he lifts his head to press his lips against your collarbone. “You should go to college. Jus’ try it out, at least. You’re certainly smart enough.”

“Mmm-” you hum around the joint, another inhale-exhale of smoke before murmuring, “So are you. For the record. We could apply to be nerds together, if you want-”

With a sharp gasp, your sentence drops out of midair when Eddie kisses over your nipple, already peaking through the thin material of your bra. In his hair, your grip tightens, and Eddie groans.

In one fluid movement, he props himself into his elbows on either side of your torso, bottom half of his weight pinning you in place, plucking the smoldering joint from your grasp to dampen it into a nearby ashtray.

“Gonna be my little student,” Eddie says, wet kisses trailing down your neck, flash of teeth making you squirm. “Get you some academic… skirts. The ones with the pleats. Maybe some stockings…”

“You’re so- oh, fuck- dirty…” It’s hard to keep the admonishment in your voice as Eddie noses between your thighs, bumping at your clit through the thin cover of high-cut cotton.

“Mm-hmm.” He seems pleased with the already-visible wet patch, your core leaking steadily as he burrows deeper, until all his senses are blacked-out with nothing but the sharp tang of your honeyed arousal- who needs weed. He could get high off your smell alone.

Eddie suckles at your throbbing clit, purring encouragement low in his throat when your hips jolt forward. “And you love it."

He’s one deep inhale from being completely pussy-drunk, mouthing sloppily at the junction where thigh meets pelvis, nimble fingers toying at the band of your underwear. He slides them down and off your legs, and you let him, wiggling in anticipation against the pressure he’s keeping you pinned with.

“Could take an electrician course.” Well aware of how close to the wire this conversation is sliding, you let the crown of your head tip back, staring at the van’s ceiling, handfuls of the flannel floor blanket squeezed into fists as you try getting one last word in- “You’re good with your h- hands.”

Said hand is cupping your bare sex, warm and wide between the V of your legs, other hand pushing your thigh back to spread you wide, obscene and on display how Eddie likes; embarrassment blooms hot in your chest as he runs a finger through your folds, slick practically loud against the far-off backdrop of forest sounds.

“What was that about my hands?” He’s teasing now, can hear it in his voice even though you can’t see the lazy grin it’s paired with; a long middle finger breaches your entrance, wet warmth swallowing the length greedily.

Your eyes flutter shut, sighing. There will be a time for arguments again but right now, with a second finger addition and Eddie’s mouth working you up, there’s no room for speech.

On your end, at least- Eddie’s proven on multiple occasions to be a master at multitasking, talking you through it while managing your pleasure, and this afternoon is no exception. His fingers curl expertly into the gummy front wall of your cunt, mouth running every second it’s not latched on to your pulsing button, dirty talk smooth and easy in his low timbre.

“Yeah, honey, that’s it. Fuck, you’re so hot. Can feel you squeezin’ around my fingers, y’so tight, angel, shit… like that- there you go…”

Etcetera. Until he’s bullied his way completely into the cradle of your legs, lying flat on his stomach to get as close as possible; until your cunt is spasming around the push and pull of his fingers, wet dripping and pooling into his palm and down your ass to the blanket below.

There’s a familiar tightness coiling in your stomach, thighs bracing around Eddie’s ears in anticipation of the unraveling. A pleasure-soaked sob gets caught in your throat, dull whine escaping instead through clenched teeth, grip on the flannel doubling until your knuckles creak in protest.

“Hey.” 

There’s a confusing lack of authority or command in Eddie’s voice; you sift through the brain fog of arousal, propping your weight up into your elbows to look down at him.

Eddie looks crazy. Debauched. Lips pink and spit-soaked, chin shimmering, pupils blown out with lust as he presses a chaste kiss to the wiry curls at your mound. “Kinda quiet up there. Everything okay?”

His thumb sweeps a comforting path up the soft skin of your thigh, the abrupt switch from animal to gentleness making your head swim. He’s still looking at you with those puppy-brown eyes, fingers still buried to the hilt but unmoving; you stammer out an excuse.

“Um- yeah. M’sorry. It’s just been awhile, since you’ve had me… like this.”

It’s the truth; over the last busy week in your lives, time has eroded some of what Eddie’s been working on building with you, bravery at making noise faded with the lessened practice time.

“No one else out here, ‘cept you and me, sweetheart.” Eddie’s coaxing his fingers back into steady rhythm, watching your face carefully for any signs of withholding. “Can make as much noise as you want. Lemme hear. Please?”

Usually, Eddie’s not so soft- a sharp crack of palm to ass, flesh jiggling as he draws all the noises he wants from you- but here, in the back of the van, heady weed and warm sun an intoxicating mixture as he asks you to melt for him. 

You obey. Let the floor take your upper body’s weight again as you fuck yourself on his fingers, hips lifted and seeking release. His mouth seals over your clit again, tip of his tongue lashing quick and precise against it, frizz of his curls tickling the insides of your legs as he shakes his head.

The weed is certainly a help as trapped noises heave from your chest, mouth falling open, lax and pliant with moans. “Oh, my god, Eddie. Fuck. Holy shit. Hah- right there, please, don’t stop-”

As if he would. Eddie moans in tandem with you, his own hips chasing the maddening pressure of the floorboards against the hard jut of his cock, leaking through the front of his boxers as he adds a third finger, spurred on by the fountain of breathy words this pulls from you-

“Oh god, oh god- f-fuck- Eddie, Eddie Eddie Eddie-”

Your speech devolves into a mindless, babbling chant of his name. That coil pulls taut, has you crunching forward in a half sit-up, hands fisting at the roots of Eddie’s hair to hold him in place (perhaps harsher than you intend but based on the way his hips stutter and grind, you can safely hazard a guess that he’s into it). 

The pattern breaks when he grazes his teeth against the pulsing nub in his mouth; you have just enough time to gasp out, “I- I’m coming, Eddie, shit, m’gonna come-” before the orgasm hits you full-force.

There isn’t room in your brain to hide all the noise that threatens to suffocate, so you let them all out, muscles tightening and flexing around every bright point of pleasure that he fucks you through. High-pitched whines, panting that wracks your lungs, a moan to top it all off that feels like it comes from your toes. 

“Jesus christ.” Eddie swipes the back of his hand over his mouth, sounding wrecked himself as he climbs back over your body, silver chain necklace and dark curls swinging in front of your blissed-out face. “Fuck, princess. That was so hot.”

“Yeah?” Bashfulness hasn’t fully settled in yet, you’re still loopy from the force of your pleasure, arms slipping over the boy’s freckled shoulders as he leans down to kiss you.

His tongue has a bright tang of you, as you lick into his mouth, one hand leaving his shoulder to trail down his chest. Dark ink whorls beneath your fingertips as you reach the scratchy trail of hair just before his boxers-

“Shit.” Eddie hisses, forehead thunking into yours when you palm the hard length of him, precum soaking through the fabric, softness of your palm contrasting with the damp and rough drag of cotton. His long lashes tickle your cheek, eyes fluttering closed, soft exhale magnified by close proximity as he slowly pushes into your hand. 

You’re mildly surprised he hasn’t come, yet- usually Eddie gets off on getting you off, then uses the rest of his energy to make you both come again, together. 

What Eddie hasn’t told you yet is that he’s done some prep of his own, this week: every night you haven’t spent in his bed, his own spit-slicked fist has taken him right to the edge, stopping just short of coming with a choking grip at the base. The idea was to build up his stamina a bit, to take advantage of lonely evenings in service to a future you.

A very noble cause that is quickly being forgotten as your hand moves with more intent and pressure against his aching cock- the drug haze is almost enough to have him completely at your mercy, to tuck his nose into the curve of your neck and find sweet release by way of your pretty palm.

But he recovers. Get just enough distance from the warmth of you to clear his mind and snake his own hand down between your bodies to capture your twisting wrist. 

The protest dies on your lips when Eddie brings your hand to his mouth, sucking your middle and index finger against the pad of his tongue, saturating your digits in spit.

“Here’s what you’re gonna do.” His eyes stay locked on yours, even as he guides your newly-wet fingers back down your bodies to rest atop your cunt. “You’re gonna touch yourself until you come. Again. And if I feel like you’re holding out on me with your noises, I’m gonna make it real difficult for you to make any noise. At all.”

A thrilling shiver races up your spine, goosebumps prickling in response to the shift in Eddie’s tone. His eyes flick to your lower lip, which he bites, unable to help himself, before following the path of your hand south.

There will be time for unwinding the past, for dreaming about the future. For now, there’s a boy between your legs and the feverish glow of summer calling your name. 

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[goslings-girlx]

• Fiyero Tigelaar x Reader

• check this fic out on ao3 too pls: my account

— After going to Ozdust together, Fiyero Tigelaar suggests a night of skinny dipping ｡𖦹°‧

Exhilaration rushed through your veins, the pumping of your heart thumping so loud you could barely hear his voice over it.

Throughout Shiz you were known as popular, so it wasn’t a complete surprise when Fiyero had asked you to Ozdust. The night had gone well, dancing and chatting. Learning a little more about the Winkie Prince.

Your eyes darted out to the sparkling sea as he draped your dress over a nearby rock, careful not to get it wet or wrinkled. A frigid chill shot up your spine as a light breeze sifted through the air. The wind caused you to hug yourself, covering the majority of your exposed chest.

You felt more comfortable this way. A small barrier of privacy that discreetly hid yourself away from his flirty gaze. The feel of his warm hands on your bare waist caused you to tense again, shoulders hiked up just a smidge more. ‘Relax,’ His voice took on a deep, quieter tone. His hands skimmed lightly up and down your sides, dancing over your vulnerable skin with tender strokes. ‘This is supposed to be fun.’

Your shoulders slowly lowered into a lazy posture, eyes closing as you felt his warmth behind you. Holding you. Skinny dipping was not typically your idea of fun, (especially not after something like Ozdust) but because of circumstances and the fear of not seeming exciting enough to Fiyero, you decided you’d give it a try.

You took a few steps forward, night air running gently through your hair. He let his hands drop back to his side, moving one to undo the pretty buttons on his cuffed sleeve. You busied yourself with a toe slightly dipped into the frigid water. ‘How is this fun again?’ You asked absentmindedly, recoiling from the electric shock that ran up your back at the feeling of cold water.

‘Well,’ He sighed from somewhere in the distance behind you. You didn’t bother looking back, instead watching the rhythmic waves brush against the shore. Slowly, you familiarized yourself with the ice cold liquid, letting it lap at your ankles as you stood facing the humming waters. ‘You’re nervous?’ He asked, a nonchalant shrug hunching his shoulders.

A slight hum left you. Of course you were, why wouldn’t you be nervous about something like this. You kept silent for a second more though, until a small; ‘Yes.’ left your parted lips. You could practically see the smirk on his handsome lips even though you stood with your back turned to him.

‘That’s what makes it fun for you. Nerve wracking, hm? Overwhelming. Arousing even.’ He murmured in your ears, presence suddenly surrounding your form once again. His breath was hot on your neck as he continued. ‘Makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Very fun.’ The insistence left him smoothly, voice rasped with mischief.

His large hands tightened on your waist, lifting your weight with flexing biceps. You immediately protested as he carried you farther into the water. Halfheartedly pushing against his broad, bare shoulders. When your feet suddenly couldn’t find firm ground to stand on anymore, your pushing turned into clinging. Willing, if not insisting, to be held up by the cocky prince.

‘Trying to leave your mark?’ He commented. It was only then that you stopped your initial subconscious clawing into his back. You shifted to hold onto him with your palms as to not scratch at his skin anymore, but you wouldn’t have been surprised if he had liked the feeling.

Your eyes darted to watch his side profile, the crescent moon shining a beautiful white cast of light glimmering in his dark eyes and sheering luster upon his glossy lips. Hesitantly you loosened your grip, floating against him within the lulling water. ‘Sorry, didn’t mean to.’ Your finger traced the small scares you had made on his effortless skin, a small attempt at comfort, or maybe it was another excuse to touch him. You weren’t sure.

The smirk never left his face, nor did his hands ever fully leave your waist. ‘You’re not nervous.’ You observed, jumping onto the previous words. You could imagine the prince doing many things, but ‘being nervous’ was not one of them.

‘Nervous, no.’ He shook his head gently. ‘Should I be?’ You watched the small indent on his left cheek pop out as another smile grazed his lips. The water lapped up at the bare skin of your lower back, chilling your bones further. A trivial blow of breeze only made your teeth chatter.

‘Well, you said being nervous is what makes this fun. If you’re not overwhelmed, how is this fun for you?’ You quivered out as he continued moving farther out into the murky water.

His head tilted slightly to the side, like a confused canine, eyes looking you up and down subtly. ‘Are you cold?’ He changed the subject at the sound of your clacking teeth. His dark brow raised teasingly. The stars continued to twinkle up in the cloud hazed sky.

‘Aw, you noticed.’ You snarked, now it was your turn to smirk. ‘It’s hard not to when you’re shivering against me like that.’ He snarked back. His face leaned in a little closer, nose bumping gently against the slope of your neck. ‘I can warm you up.’

‘You wouldn’t need to if you hadn’t dragged us out here to do this in the freezing cold.’ Your body eased in the water. Though you could barely feel your toes, you could at least stop your teeth from their chatters.

This peace between you and the water was short lasting. ‘You wouldn’t be cold if you hadn’t agreed.’ He splashed some water up on you. It was only a little, but it was enough to make you shriek and clamp onto him tighter, nails wedged into his skin once again.

The frigid ice-like water stung sharply at your slick skin, goosebumps running up and down your arms. Eyes squeezed shut. ‘You are a bastard.’ You growled, only to earn an amused laugh from him.

‘If I’m a bastard, why did you agree to do this with me? Better yet, why’d you go to the ball with me in the first place?’ He grinned, eyes glancing down into yours.

‘Well, if this isn’t thrilling and fun for you—why did you suggest we come here?’ You tilted your head matter of factly, lashes batting comically. He quieted with a nod of his head as if to say; touché.

‘Y’know, that’s a good question.’ He jabbered teasingly under murmured breath. ‘I know it’s a good question, that’s why I want you to answer it.’ You mimicked his tone.

‘Maybe it’s an excuse to have a pretty thing like you in my arms with less than enough clothing on. Ever think of that?’ He proposed easily.

The answer shouldn’t have surprised you, but the words did leave you slightly gobsmacked. Embarrassed, admired, flattered even. ‘Hm. You could’ve accomplished that in more comfortable, less freezing ways, you know.’

‘Yeah? Let’s go try that then.’

— this is my first Wicked fanfic so pls give tips on how to write better and such! Thx for reading <3 ｡𖦹°‧

[kenlvry]

stans gang and late night skinny dipping eith their s/o

skinny dipping with stans group

an,DAMNN OKAY ANON I SEE U 😝🤞 this is such an interesting one. SLIGHTEST nsfw so theyre all 18

kenny

you and him were having a sleepover, he's just there to accompany you since your parents are out of town and your an only child so it gets scary.

kenny has had this idea for a long time actually,everytime he comes over he suggests you two skinny dip tgt but you always refuse

not that you don't want to, he asks when the sun is blaring at you and during people are just walking by and greeting you like cmon, and also your parents can clearly see you if you two go skinny dip like um???

anyways, you two were watching a movie and it was getting boring, you looked out to your backyard to see your pool, you thought it was a good time "ken, you know how you always ask to skinny dip tgt?"

his clothes are off by the time you finish that sentence. he has been ready ever since the day he saw you had a pool.

he's already in the pool waiting for you. your just there like 🧍 "come in babe" you stood there taking off your clothes while he stared from the pool "damn think i need to be handcuffed somewhere this time" smirking at you.

the pool was cols.the pool wasn't that deep, it reached your shoulder meanwhile it reached just the lowerhalf of kenny. since it was cold kenny would make jokes like "its really cold, dont you wanna warm you sweet boyfriend?" or "you love me right? im really cold rn.."

his hands are everywhere, from you waist to your ass to your hands then your shoulders, he is dora the explorer

tbh you two don't know what to do in there, i mean.. theres only one thing to do when your naked tgt...and uh you weren't up for that

when you have your back turned on him he would definitely press himself against you "tryna do something tonight?" he hugs you from behind and lays his head on your shoulder

"maybe not in the pool ken" you smiled "IN THE BED THEN???" you just kept smiling escaping his grasp around you and getting out of the pool with a towel around you "come meet me there" you winked. he is already there before you know it, skinny dipping with kenny is a one way ticket to not be able to move for two days

stan

tbh skinny dipping was your idea, you were bored and you come across a tiktok abt it and was intrigued.

"no." he has his arms cross and stern look, "PLEASEEEEE, your no fun stan please please" you did your best puppy eyes and hands clasp together looking up to him.

he wants to 100%, but he's scared someone's gonna walk by and see you two literally naked. you were so persistent and he couldn't deny you.

he looked at the time and at this time almost everyone in south park, except for you two are sleeping. he agrees and you burst a huge smile taking of your shirt and pants leaving you in your bra and underwear walking to the pool.

"w-wait y/n!" bro is stuttering blushing fluttering embarrassed flushed. i mean its not the first time he's seen you naked but usually you two make out with your eyes closed so he never really admired your whole body.

you jump in the pool, taking off your undergarments in the pool and throwing it, he sighs taking off everything except for his boxers.

the pool water reached just about above your boobs, i mean you could still see them but the water covers some. "stan take off your boxers" he's avoiding eye contact. "fine I'll do it" "WAIT NO" and like that he's naked now.

he is so embarrassed like damn with you naked he's already shy enough. your pool had stairs, it was a 3 step stair. stan was on the 2nd step slouching and man spreading, he's just watching you enjoying the water, you were cute he thought.

but its no fun when he's doing nothing, slowly approaching him the water slowly submerging from your body. your body revealing itself making even more shy, he doesn't notice it but he's smirking while eyeing you. stan had to held back the urge to vomit.

your body was wet, not too wet but wet. your hair tied up hut some strands wet from taking off his boxers earlier. sitting on his lap with one hand on his shoulder and the other on his cheek reaching in for a kiss, but just as your two lips was suppose to meet you pulled away and winking then getting up from the pool drying yourself and wrapping a towel around you.

he scoffs while smirking at the stunt you pulled. no way hes going to let you go like that, he immediately gets up and pulled your arm and pulling you into a kiss causing the towel to fall down. lets just say you two had one hell of a night

kyle

idk about you but i think Kyle's the first to bring it up, he would bring it up once but then forget about it months later

you remembered and suggested it again, he was like okay boo whatever u say. ur abt to take off your underwear and bra and he justs screams at you to stop "WAIT! do it in the pool" "what why" you don't question it any further and get in taking it off in there.

he says he doesnt want anyone seeing you but its 2 am who wants to walk by and peek through the fence?? "what if your neighbors see you, he has windows yk" "his curtains are close and the person in the room is 3 year old boy" "still."

he would stand REALLY close to tou, he covering you as if the kid isnt asleep 5 hours ago. he is full on staring at you, no shame just looking at you up and down.

he's seen you naked before but somehow you naked underwater is just so much better, he then realises hes been staring too long and is begging you to not swim underwater bc rn mans is having a boner 🤞

you two get straight to the point ,theres no teasing no nothing you two are doing it in the pool no need to the go in the bedroom, he kisses you as an accident but a kiss turned into a makeout session then uh yeah....

you'd have to physically pull out yourself bc you know this shit gon last until morning and youre not trying to have a fever.

cartman

when you mentioned it he refuses straight away "no thats gay" even if you beg with your life he wouldn't agree. you'd have to ask three days in advance.

he'll eventually give in, it took alot od brining though. he def takes off his boxers underwater hes too shy, he doesn't admit to it though

and tbh he doesn't regret agreeing to this bc your body being wet like that was paradise for him, you look so hot and so carefree he is not taking his eyes off of you.

he realises it and get moody bc he loves it and doesn't wanna admit. he would splash water at you so he can fuck up your hair, you told him earlier you didn't wanna dive in bc you didnt want your hair to be wet so he makes sure your hair is wet

you'd tease him alot, touching him from behind, kissing his neck, his lips, he loves it sm but he acts as if he hates it like bro its obvious.

the night ended with bed creaks from your room, if you know what o mean

[schrodinger-swriter]

If you are still doing the fluff alphabet, could you do A B C E G J and K for Alastor?

A, B, C, E, G, J and K for Alastor

I'm still doing this alphabet! I'm unsure of how long I'll be doing it for, but I'll probably cut it when most of the character's have a good chunk of the alphabet done... or when people understandably lose interest. Which ever happens first!

Apologies if I seem a little off today in my writing, that horrid time of the month is approaching and it's throwing me off. I hope you enjoy, Anon!

ATTRACTION:

Now this one is interesting... see I know full well Alastor is aro, or at least somewhere on the spectrum. I'm just unsure of where he lies, if it was ever stated he was totally aromantic or something else. Personally I write him as demiromantic, or perhaps even greyromantic? We also need to take into account on if he's attracted to your romantically or for other reasons. He would probably like to spend his days with someone who keeps him on his toes, at least a fair amount. It keeps things interesting, and unless he has a reason to, he won't stick around if things get dull.

BONDING:

Alastor seems like the type to listen to music while sipping a glass of wine, or some other alcohol. Complete with sitting in front of a fireplace or some other piece that ties the aesthetic together. Reading, too probably. You're more than welcome to come and join him for some quiet time. I enjoy the thought that Alastor spends his time like this when he's not actively doing his job at the hotel or trying to network or build his power.

CUDDLING:

As most sinners are, he's very warm! Very skinny, though. Boney, even. Cuddling is rare, though, because he doesn't enjoy physical touch all the much outside of some occasion. He definitely tolerates your touch better than other's, but it's better to initiate cuddling when the mood is right. He may not initiate it often, however. Cuddling is exclusively done behind closed doors, he prefers his privacy.

EMOTION:

He shows just enough emotion where it's needed. Appearing happy with you and perhaps laughing if something funny has happened, or getting angry about something. He's not totally emotionless, and some of his true feelings do still shine through. But it's hard to tell where that starts, he's good at deceiving those around him into thinking whatever he wants them to think. He reacts and emotes with you, but he's not wearing his heart on his sleeve. In regards to romantic feelings, he does treat you more.. how does one word it..? How he behaves with Rosie, but more... casual and open.

GIFT GIVING:

Oddly enough, Alastor gives gifts fairly regularly. It won't be everyday, but you can bet that you'll always have a new bouquet of flowers by the time the previous ones had begun to die and wilt. Typically small things like that.

If you give Alastor anything, he will politely accept it. Maybe if you go into his room or into his radio tower, you'll find the gifts you've given him. It's a sweet thought, I think, he'd be ready to discard of anything he truly didn't want or need but here he is keeping the things you've given him, regardless of need.

JEALOUSY:

He conceals his jealousy fairly well, often outwardly portraying it by reminding you why you two are together. Re-enforcing the idea that you two are tied together. Be it literally or not.

He easily puts the other person into the ground, once more.. be it literally or otherwise... though that's assuming the other person doesn't turn tail and run when they realize you and the radio demon are an item. Though, that's also assuming they even know who he is..

He's confident that you won't do anything stupid or leave him.

KISSES:

He typically kisses you on the back of your hands and on your cheek. He does a little bow... dip.. when he takes your hand to place a kiss on the back of it. They're usually quick and fleeting.

Receiving he also enjoys cheek kisses. You guys don't do mouth kisses, tongue or not.. that often.. if ever. No harm there, besides kissing someone who's constantly smiling seems like it would be a little awkward.

[fxrmuladaydreams]

Idk why this came to me but poly!mclaren. Being on holiday with Oscar and Lando. they’ve surprised you by booking out a private villa (maybe after a stressful season as a winter escape to the sun and a thank you for always supporting them??). Anyway, private villa so you can all relax without being watched like you would at some hotel. There’s an outer door shower which they deffo fuck you in. But also they’re just so sunkissed and chilled compared to the stress of the season. Linen shirts and shorts, bare chests, lazy smiles. Definite skinny dipping, late nights under the stars

Also really visible imagery of laying on a sun lounger between Oscar’s legs, head on his chest, admiring Lando as he swims in the private pool, emerging with water droplets and rippling muscles, begging you to come play some game with him

send me lando, oscar, & poly landoscar thots for mclaren night

omg anon, this is the dream!!!

They take you somewhere far away from all the cameras so the three of you can have your little blissful vacation. It’s spent with days lounging with the two of them, swimming together, going to little restaurants or cafes for meals.

Lando wears his shirt with the top half of buttons undone, showing off his tanned chest which he knows drives you and Oscar crazy.

Oscar is more covered, though leaves a few buttons unbuttoned, his new tan peeking out from the white linen.

You wear little sundresses that drive both boys crazy. Honestly they wonder why you all even left the villa in the first place when they could just spend this time with you in that private outdoor shower.

You spend some time cuddled up with Oscar as you watch Lando swim laps in the pool, admiring the way the water falls from his curls and drips down his chest when he emerges. He pulls you away to spend some time with him, the two of you watch Oscar lay out in the sun, letting it tan his usually fair skin. You do make sure to lather both boys in sunscreen though.

You do end most nights in the pool with the boys, your swimsuit and their swim trunks long abandoned on the side of the pool, one of the boys behind you kissing along your neck as the other is in front of you kissing your lips.

You end up a tangled mess in bed though, waking up in a pile of each other.

[bigalockwood]

Wilmon + "What do you mean you forgot?"

Thanks for sending this, Simon 💜

This was such a fun sentence!

Send me a sentence and I’ll write the next five!

If you want to check out my other six sentence stories..

“This doesn’t smell right”

“We won’t make it out of here if we don’t work together”

“What do you mean, you forgot?” Simon asked, caught somewhere between annoyance and amusement.

“I’m sorry, I was sure I’d packed it, but now I can’t find it, which is nothing short of catastrophic, because I’ll have dragged you here for nothing and don’t even know how will I go swimming now?” Wille replied, arms still elbow-deep in his bag, sounding very sorry and just the tiniest bit panicked.

Simon approached him and crouched down, taking a look into his boyfriends no longer orderly packed bag (it hadn’t been that well-organized to begin with, but it certainly was even less so now) and did a cursory search as well, coming up empty-handed - it seemed that his swim trunks were actually missing.

“I guess there’s only one thing you can do,” Simon said and held out his hands - Wille gripped them and let himself be pulled up and into Simon, who stroked a finger down the side of Wille’s face and then let his familiar hand rest in the nape of Wille’s neck, “you’ll have to go skinny-dipping.”

Wille looked like a man who’d been offered water in the desert, a look in his eyes that told Simon he’d long since gotten over his initial anger at himself and was now thinking about something else entirely.

“If I’m going skinny-dipping, you should too - for old times sake, of course,” he said, but his straying eyes suggested something more than old times sake and Simon wasn’t opposed, not at all.

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Hiiii

Can I request 64 and 81 with raindrop, please?

Have a nice day 🫶🏻

i don’t think I’ve ever written for raindrop? Or if I have it was so long ago I can’t remember

In all fairness to them, sister really shouldn’t have left them alone in her office unsupervised. Rookie mistake. She’d called Dew and Rain into her office to reprimand them after they’d been caught messing around in one of the cleaning cupboards. Again. But she had been called away but a sibling saying there was an issue in the dining hall that she needed to see, leaving the two ghoul dangerously alone. 

As soon as she left Rain had tuned to Dew with an evil smirk on his face and pulled him up from the chair he was sitting on and pushed him against the desk, kissing him deeply. The kiss was filthy right away, with both ghouls licking into each other’s mouths, fangs clashing together. Rain pushes Dew back even more so he’s sitting on the edge of the desk, feet dangling, and he undoes the drawstrings on Dew’s pants, pulling them off his skinny legs and throwing them somewhere behind him. 

He breaks the kiss with one last filthy lick to Dew’s mouth.  “Spread your legs for me, baby. Show off that pretty little cunt of yours.” 

Dew whines, his head rolling back on his shoulders but he does as he’s told and spreads his legs without a complaint. 

Rain gives him a whistle, moving to stand in between his legs and runs his hand up Dew’s thighs, watching as little goosebumps rise against his skin.  “Look at you, baby. So pretty and all for me?” 

Dew bites his lip and nods.  “Only for you.” He whispers

Rain grabs a handful of his hair, pulling his head back making Dew gasp.

“That’s right, only for me.” He pulls Dew back into a kiss, licking into his mouth immediately making Dew whimper again and his eyes flutter closed. 

Rains other hand wonders up the inside of Dew’s thigh and the fire ghoul spreads his legs a little more. Rain gives a satisfied him and tugs know Dew’s hair and dips two of his fingers between Dew’s slick folds.

“You’re so wet already, you like this, hmm? You like that you’re doing to get fucked in sisters office?” 

Dew gasps and his hips buck upwards into where Rain is gently petting at him, smearing his slick everywhere.  “If-if we get caught I’m blaming you.” 

Rain let’s out a laugh, leaning forward to rest his head on Dew’s shoulder.  “Oh, my little dove. We won’t get caught, I told Swiss and Phantom to mess up the dining hall, told them to do their worst, she’ll gone for ages yet.” 

Dew let’s out a gasp in surprise.  “You-you did this on purpose?” 

Rain hum, nosing along Dew’s neck, inhaling his sweet cinnamony scent.  “Yeah, always wanted to fuck you in here.” 

Dew moans and throws his head back, his back arching and his legs spreading even more.  “Please, please Rain.” 

Rain bumps at his clit and Dew makes a strangles sound, falling back into his elbows.  “Rain, please. Please fuck me. Satan below I need you to fuck me.” 

“Seeing as you asked so nicely.” Rain pushed two of his fingers into Dew, feeling the warmth envelop around them immediately. 

Dew flops all the way down on the desk, bringing his feet up to hook over the edge of the desk so his legs are spread in a ‘V’ shape. 

Rain kisses at his thigh as he begins to thrust his fingers onto Dew, thumbing over his clit.  “That’s it, my good boy. So good for me.”  Dew’s hips buck at the praise and he gargles out Something Rain doesn’t even pretend to understand. He watches in facilitation as his fingers get coated with more and more slick each time he thrusts into him. Dew arches his back again and Rain glances up at him to find Dew with his top pulled down just enough to have his tits out and him kneading are them, pulling at the silver hoops in his nipples. There’s a red blush starting at his cheeks and going all the way down to his stomach. He looked beautiful.  

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you” Rain whispers onto his thigh, thumbing over his clit in rapid circles.

Dew let’s out a gasp, his hips bucking even more into Rain, pushing his fingers deeper inside him. “Oh, oh Rain. I’m- I’m gunna-ugh.”

His voice is all high pitched and girly and Rain knows just from that he’s literal second away form cumming.

“Yeah? You close babyboy? Gunna squirt all over sisters desk and make a mess? Give her something to really reprimanded us for?” Dew let’s out a long high pitched whine, clenching around Rain’s fingers as the beginning of his orgasm starts to peak its way over the edge.

“That’s it, good boy.” Rain places another kiss to Dew’s thigh. “My good boy, cum for me. Cum for me, my darling.”

That pushes Dew over the edge and he clenches even harder around Rain’s fingers as he gushes around him with a high keen. Rain doesn’t stop thrusting his fingers as a puddle forms on the desk under Dew. “Good boy. So beautiful, baby.” Dew knees again as he come down form his high, panting hard where he lies on the desk. He blinks up at Rain with a dopey smile on his face, grabbing him the by the back of the neck and pulling him into another filthy kiss.

Rain slowly starts thrusting his fingers again, picking up speed as Dew arches into him. “Think you can go again? I know you can make even more of a mess then that.”

Dew flops back against the desk, biting his lip and smiling up at Rain. “Do your worst, daddy.”

[differenteagletragedy]

PLEEEEEEEAAAAASEEEE more poly OLBA boys ur work is so good i want to inject it into my bloodstream

Thank you so much!!! Here are some more :)

-- Sometimes Baxter stays up too late and ends up falling asleep in his chair. When this happens, Cove or Derek pick up up like a little princess and carry him to bed. Once Baxter realizes this, he wants to be carried all the time.

Baxter: It's just I'm feeling so exhausted, I fear it won't be safe for me to walk to bed. If only there was some way I could be transported without having to worry about stumbling and injuring myself ...

Cove: *whispering to Derek* We've created a monster.

-- Baxter still likes his punk music! It's not Cove or Derek's thing, but it's fun music anyway. Mosh pit in the kitchen (join at your own risk)!

-- Every time there's fireworks, you have to go, it's a whole thing. I can't remember if there were fireworks at the boardwalk, but you have special memories of fireworks with Cove and Baxter so

-- Baxter likes to drive, and Derek likes to be the gentleman, so whenever you all go somewhere it's a friendly little battle over who will win.

Baxter: Shall we play Rock Paper Scissors to settle the dispute?

Derek: *rolling his eyes* Fine.

*they play, Derek uses paper to beat Baxter's rock, but for the first time he threw down scissors instead.*

Derek: I ... you ...

Baxter: *smirking* I am growing as a person, please give me the keys.

-- Derek is going to want a pool. In a household with four people working full-time, this isn't like out of the realm of possibility, expense wise. So you get a pool, how fun!

-- This is where the skinny dipping happens. Baxter teases Cove about it until he has enough and just goes for it. He will not be bested when it comes to water based activities.

-- Father's Day get-togethers at the Suarez household just got a whole lot wilder.

-- Mr. Suarez is going to say some embarrassing stuff about all of this. It might get the point where Nicolas has to make a Powerpoint presentation on what is and is not appropriate to say.

-- There aren't enough controllers to race, but he's going to need to see each of your abilities, so it's a good thing you practice at home.

-- Derek has a surprise one summer evening! Just trust him. He gets everybody in his car and goes for a drive. It's that he heard all about the ice cream truck and found a route for you. He wants you, Cove and Baxter to have a special nostalgic moment together. It is very sweet.

-- Extra ice cream for Derek, he is an angel.

-- Derek hangs the Christmas lights, and Cove helps because he's really good at climbing houses. Baxter might try to veto stuff because it's too tacky, but you don't have to listen to him.

Cove: *comes home one day with a giant inflatable Beach Santa with swim trunks and sunglasses*

Derek: All right, let's set it up.

Baxter: *suffers*

-- Cove goes off with Baxter one evening, you and Derek are like "ok, weirdos, bye then." Cove took Baxter to your moms' house so Ma can teach him how to cook Hawaiian food for you.

-- The whole gang is heading up to Golden Grove to plan OLNF MC's wedding with Baxter! It's just that it's going to be very emotional for him and everyone wants to be there for him. The people in town that remember him are going to be kind of nasty to him, at least with dirty looks, but Baxter doesn't really care because he's actually happy and that is powerful.

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Rules of the Harem (Rule 2)

Tensions start to rise in the house, so a method of resolving conflicts is proposed.

Steve-O X Fem!Reader, Chris Pontius X Fem!Reader

(Fluff, Angst)

1k Words

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, nudity, violence, fighting, alcohol, electrocution, BDSM mention, use of honorifics (Ma’am)

An: Hello again! I’m really enjoying this series so far, and I hope you all are enjoying it as well! Fun fact: I wrote all of these chapters in the same week while on vacation! If they read slightly differently, it’s because I couldn’t get in contact with my usual beta reader during that time, but let me know which style you prefer! Thank you for sending in your requests, and please keep them coming! :)

That afternoon, your backyard was a scene straight out of one of those Greek myth stories with all the flirty nymph girls giggling and splashing around naked in the streams. You were about a month or so into the six of you living together, and given how close the guys had gotten. They decided out of the blue to go skinny dipping even though they had their trunks on hand. Chris said something about getting rid of those pesky mankini tan lines, but you knew they were putting on this show for you because how could the lady of the house expect any less? You had a huge yard, anyways- five thousand square feet of carved marble and intricate stonework, fenced in with meticulously groomed shrubbery- and your neighbors at this point knew not to try and steal a peek, so it’s not like anyone would see them. You sat back poolside in your lounge chair, in your long, silky robe, and watched.

Now this would be all fine and dandy and the kind of thing you would revel in if you hadn’t neglected one detail: Steve was gone. Well, not gone gone, but out of your sight. He was, as you would come to find out, on the roof, and yes, he was still naked. As he took a running start to leap into the water, the only image you saw was the glowing halo of his silhouette from the sun. His landing and the resulting splash were both incidentally directly in front of Ryan, completely soaking him. Standing up, he jumped in after Steve, but you were distracted chatting up Chris, who was sunning that spectacularly muscular body of his to notice. You didn’t exactly see when the play fighting transitioned into real fighting, but It was probably around when Steve stuck his head out from the froth and yelled to Chris, alerting your attention to the way Bam and Ryan had been ganging up on him. Rushing to his buddy’s aid, Chris dove in after him, and you still sat exactly where you were sitting twenty minutes ago, just watching.

Of course it was Johnny, the most responsible of the five, that broke up the fight. Reaching into Steve’s backpack, which was sitting slumped against the leg of a pool chair, he found something he knew would get the guys’ attention- firecrackers. So before they tore each other limb from limb, he lit them up and beamed them down onto the pool deck. Under the same logic that works on dinosaurs in movies, the loud cracking and sparkling was very effective at breaking up the brawl, turning aggression to confusion. It was like when the lifeguards call adult swim, only a lifeguard would probably have a little more grace than Johnny, who unceremoniously grabbed Bam by the hair and yanked him to sit on the edge of the pool. That left the rest of the guys in the water, trying to shrug off embarrassment.

You actually had one of the other guys go grab Steve due to the fact it was hard to predict where he was at any given time: normally sleeping in a closet or on the floor somewhere, sometimes in an actual bed, and once hanging from the French cast bronze chandelier by his ankles. But wherever he was, he was in your room, now in his usual outfit consisting entirely of his too-low pants that showed off his flannel boxers. Steve crept into your room like a kid who was just called into the principal’s office and didn’t feel bad in the slightest for what he had done. “You are unbelievable…” He snickered, getting that mischievous glint in his eye as he sat down on the bed next to you, “What’s the matter? You’re gonna punish me?” He was lucky he sounded cute all waterlogged, but even though you would typically be down for that, you put your foot down. “I’m serious! I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we have rules here.” Guilt crept onto his face as you kind of lectured him. “If you keep this up, I might have to kick you out.” Usually he wouldn’t fall for this kinda thing that easily, but under the pressure of your scrutinizing gaze, Steve sighed, relenting, “Alright, I’m sorry, ma’am…But- I’ll make it up to you!”

In exchange for starting the fight, you pushed the responsibility of determining a less violent way of settling disagreements onto him, and Steve whipped up with an idea straight out of the Middle Ages. It came from, of all places, an episode of Wildboyz they filmed in Argentina, and a stunt that boiled down to him and Chris dueling each other with cattle prods. The matches would be staged in the backyard, two men to a duel, no shirts (per your request)- but instead of the winner being designated by who was still standing, it was more of a game of electrical chicken seeing who could stand getting shocked the most before they threw in the towel.

This gave you something new to watch. Going back to that Ancient Greece metaphor, it was as if you had your own personal gladiator ring, and this image was in any way dissuaded by the fact that the first time you tested it was with Chris and Ryan, who both had that sort of strong, warrior build. See, they were having a disagreement over a game of pool because Bam leapt onto the green felt of the table before either could win, and after you suggested it, both were happy to go back and forth nailing each other. The way they stood across from each other silhouetted by the setting sun made them look like cowboys preparing for a duel before Ryan made the first move, lunging at him. And as the duel raged on, they actually seemed to be enjoying this, the atmosphere turning less aggressive and more playful with every yelp or surprised laugh. Even the spectators- Johnny, Bam, Steve, and you- were all having a fun time watching this sport.

Ryan gave in, dropping his cattle prod in a sign of defeat, “Dude- dude, I’m done. Fucking Christ- that sucks.” Rushing to his side, you wrapped your arms around Chris’ shoulders and planted a kiss on his cheek as he chuckled triumphantly. Oh, he would be getting a reward from you later, both for winning and looking so good while doing it- and hell, Steve deserved one too for coming up with that plan. What a smart guy.

[emsprovisions]

“you really thought i wouldn’t remember what you like? please, give me a little credit.” from the trope prompts...go wild...

Title: it’d be so nice, right? Tags: Human au | exes to lovers | early-twenties gustho A/N: this is sooo heavily inspired by “skinny dipping” by Sabrina Carpenter Word count: 873 words Prompt: Tropes

Gus certainly wasn’t planning on running into his ex on Valentine’s Day of all days. Really, he’d hoped to never run into Matt Tholomule at all if he could help it. He was still trying to get over him almost a year later, and sure, Gus thought he was just being stupid when every little thing reminded him of Matt. He couldn’t even walk into a hardware store without thinking about his ex’s job, or the sets they used to build together for the theatre department at school. 

So when Gus’s head snapped up when he heard the barista call a “double espresso over ice with light milk for Matt,” he wasn’t expecting it to actually be his Matt. He just figured maybe a lot of Matt’s had a terrible taste in coffee. 

He wasn’t so lucky.

Matt caught Gus’s eye, having noticed him from the spectacle he’d put on when the barista called his name. He grinned that stupid lopsided grin that Gus remembered too well. There was a small scar on the right corner of his bottom lip. His left cheek dimpled with his smile. Gus gulped and tried his best to put a hamper on his emotions when it became increasingly clear that Matt was approaching him. 

“Hi, Gus.” Gus’s insides tensed up hearing Matt’s voice saying his name. It felt so right. It felt so wrong. 

He smiled cordially at his ex, trying to hide all of his true emotions so Matt wouldn’t be able to tell how much seeing him was affecting him. 

Somewhere in his mind, a little animated Augustus was stomping on Matt’s stupid heart and his stupid face, Lizzie McGuire style. 

“Hi,” he said back. Then, before he could help it, “How are you?” 

“I’m good! It’s been awhile. You look really good.” 

Gus felt his face begin to flush. “Thanks,” he said awkwardly, looking anywhere but Matt’s eyes. 

“So, How’s your dad?” Matt asked, changing the subject.

Gus shrugged. “He’s alright, still working too hard.”

“Yeah,” Matt laughed. “My folks, too. Hey, how’s grad school going?”

Gus was a bit alarmed by the small talk. Matt was supposed to know all of these things about him already. He was supposed to be by his side. It was weird there were gaps in his knowledge about Gus. Though Gus realized that, in nine months, anything could be different with Matt. He wondered briefly if Matt was seeing someone new, if he’d already replaced him. Gus hadn’t been able to move on, hadn’t gone on any dates or tried to meet any guys–much to Skara’s dismay. It was Matt, his heart belonged to Matt, it always had. Right now, back in Matt’s presence, he was forgetting why his heart ever stopped belonging to Matt. He couldn’t seem to recall any of the ways they had self-sabotaged their relationship, their fights in Steve’s garage, Matt’s commitment issues. 

“Grad school’s going well, I’m pretty much all geared up to graduate in the fall.” Gus said, smiling a bit. He was proud of the hard work that he had accomplished.  

“That’s awesome! You’re gonna be the most bad-ass librarian, man. I’m still at my job and working slowly on my bachelor’s. I’ll probably graduate next year.”

“That’s great to hear, Matt!” Gus couldn’t be certain right now, but he was pretty sure Matt’s six-year long and counting degree in architecture had been one of the wedges in their crumbling relationship. It really had been a long time.

Matt suddenly looked around where Gus was sitting. “You didn’t get a drink yet?”

“Oh,” Gus said lamely. “No, I was, uh, waiting for Skara. She was taking pity on me on single’s awareness day.”

“Skara running late? Neeever.” Matt laughed. “Can I get you something though, while you wait, I mean?”

Every alarm bell in Gus’s head was screaming no. “Yeah, sure.”

“Venti upside-down caramel macchiato with oat milk?” Matt asked, pointing at Gus to confirm his order even as he started heading to the register. 

Gus sat back in pure shock. “Yeah,” he nodded, eyebrows knit together as he stared at Matt hard. 

“What? You thought I wouldn’t remember your order?” He grinned that dumb lopsided grin again. “Please, Augustus Give me more credit than that. After all, you remember mine too.”

Gus felt his cheeks flush with heat as Matt went to order his drink. 

He came back a few minutes later with Gus’s sugary, caffeinated drink in hand. “You know, this has been really nice. Maybe we should do this on purpose sometime.”

Gus blinked at him. “What, like a date?”

“Maybe,” Matt grinned. “Doesn’t have to be. You free Friday? We could go to Antonio’s like we used to.”

“You don’t think there’s too many memories attached to that place?” Gus chuckled nervously.

“Not if we don’t sit at our old table,” Matt shrugged. 

And Gus couldn’t fathom anything wrong with that. It was just dinner. It didn’t even have to be a date, Matt said so. And he missed Matt. So, so much. 

“Friday it is,” Gus smiled. 

They could just have dinner, it’d be that simple. They’d avoid their old table. There’d be no baggage. They could just exist. 

Matt smiled back. “See you Friday!”

[jinxificada]

MORE ZOMBIE AU CRUMBS‼️‼️‼️‼️🚽🚽

You guys go hunting together, she teaches you how to properly use a gun and how to set up diy bombs/traps for zombies or animals! (Or even humans hehehhehwhehehe) dates consists of stealing from the military (which is piltover, zaun is the rebels/antis/escapees), tormenting sevika/silco's workers, tattooing eachother, drawing/painting/doodling/graffiti, making gadgets, and throwing bombs on a crowd of zombies or cliff! Youre either an independent survivor or part of the zaunite faction (you can choose youre cool either way)

ALSO. YOU GUYS SWIM ON A POND OR RIVER TOGETHER. Skinny dipping? Shes aready taking off her bra lmfao. Would make u a secret entrance to zaun(if youre an independent survivor) so you guys could get wasted in the last drop, THEN. silco sees the two of you and asks who u r, QUICK MAKE A LIE. Phew he believed it, he was kinda skeptical about you but shrugged it off, letting jinx off with a reminder of her task and a side eye to you (hes sassy like that).

You guys fix eachothers clothes if theyre torn or broken, also if one of you guys are injured too (or both) you both got eachothers backs frfr! PLEASE GET HER STAPLER AWAY FROM HER TY.

A reminder to drink water🧊

Continuing, you guys deff have some secret hangout place, somewhere where silco, sevika, or even zombies do not know (the jinx hideout thingy) depends onnyour personality and likes how you two would like to decorate it, but it'll be MUCH more warmer compared to jinx' in the show.

She would open up to you about her past trauma and stuff, always giving her a shoulder to lean and cry on if she needed it, hug her, kiss her, everything will work just fine. Everything will be fine.

HOLY SHIT THATS LONG, NO SEXY PART BUT I WANTED TO ALSO FOCUS ON THE ZOMBIE PART TOO SO....

Skibidi flushed😳‼️🚽���🙏

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[porcelainmortal]

‘Rooftop’ for A+H obvs. Love a good rooftop!

Have a good Friday! 🩷

Thank you for the ask, M! I loved this prompt. 😊

Decided to challenge myself to only write prose with this one, no dialogue. I hope you like!

It's been a bit of a journey getting the rooftop of the brownstone to be a usable space. It was actually already built out as a patio for the previous owners, but Henry's security team vetoed him using it pretty much the moment he closed on the brownstone. They deemed it too big of a risk; a wide open space easily seen and targeted from the buildings around it. It broke Henry's heart because even though trying to see stars in New York is a futile endeavor, being able to go up and stare at the sky, maybe even put a telescope up there, had been one of the things that appealed to him about buying the brownstone.

Still, it hadn’t stopped him from sneaking up there at night. Under the cover of darkness – or at least as much darkness as exists in Brooklyn – Henry would go up there and lie out on blankets or pillows or whatever he happened to bring up with him. 

Once Alex moved in, he insisted that they make it a more usable space. He’d ordered an outdoor couch, which they carried up together and placed under the pergola that was already up there. They’d picked out some small tables and Alex even surprised Henry with a telescope that folded away into a carrying case so they could set it up as needed. 

Now, one of their favorite things to do is sneak up onto the rooftop and lie together in the dark. There aren’t any stars to be seen with the naked eye, and Henry does feel mildly exposed up there, but he’s safe in Alex’s arms. It’s a different feeling than lying in the dark of their bedroom and sharing secrets and plans for the future; there is something about the thrill of rebelling against the constraints of his security team that adds to Henry’s enjoyment. Plus a feeling of the open air, the open sky, that he just doesn’t get down in the backyard. It reminds Henry a bit of being out at Llwynywermod, away from the stifling claustrophobia of Kensington Palace and the watchful eyes of all of London. 

Even though Henry is still a Prince living in Brooklyn, New Yorkers are both far too busy and far too accustomed to the presence of celebrities to pay him much mind anymore. There is a freedom in the air of Brooklyn that Henry never takes for granted.

It’s early summer and the day was exceedingly warm, but the sun has finally set. When Alex grabs the blanket they use for the roof and raises his eyebrows at Henry, he smiles back and nods, going to grab a bottle of wine to bring up.

They’ll lay under the dark night sky and talk about their plans for the summer. Alex is about to start his final year of law school, so they’re taking some time to travel and clear their heads. There will be some mandatory trips to London for Henry, of course, and Alex will want to go see his dad in California. But in between, Henry is thinking they’ll go someplace really remote. Somewhere they can skinny dip and actually see the stars and lay out nude in total privacy.

Henry sighs, pulling Alex closer. It doesn’t matter that he can’t see the stars. He knows they’re up there, shining down on him, same as his father is. It’s times like this, where Henry has basically everything he’s ever dreamed of, that he really knows he’s being watched over. That he’s being looked out for and protected. He smiles to himself, pressing a kiss to Alex’s forehead, and knows.

Ficlet Friday

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Part One

Stancy Headcanon Part Two with a Side of Hellcheer and Rovickie with a sprinkling of Jargyle:

• Steve and Eddie bonding over their bat bites while talking about Chrissy and Nancy but also talking about their shitty fathers.

• Nancy and Chrissy bonding over trying be perfect all the time, Nancy talking about losing Barb and Chrissy about her mother blaming her for her brother's death (Chrissy has a brother, it's canon but I think they forgot they gave her a brother.)

• Steve, Nancy, Eddie, and Chrissy getting high as they talk about the difficult stuff. Steve and Eddie talking about being both comfortable in their femininity and masculinity, which led to Chrissy and Nancy talking about it.

• Nancy confesses to Steve about how she feels while Robin and Eddie decide to make it dramatic with a sprinkler. Nancy and Steve chasing them until they manage to push them into the pool. (Stancy still can't get in yet.) I firmly believe in Robin and Eddie being twin menaces.

• Robin finally gets with Vickie, but before Chrissy and Eddie get together, and after Robin comes out to Nancy, she comes out to them. Nancy and Vickie bond over their different writing styles. I believe Vickie wants to right fictional novels. Vickie revealing that she loves basketball and talks with Steve about it.

• Vickie and Chrissy find out they're related. Nancy and Steve meanwhile are loving having so many friends, but they also kind of want to be alone. It's almost comical. Finally, it's Chrissy who realizes and announces loudly that she wants to make out with Eddie in his van, effectively pulling him away from his conversation with Robin, then it's Vickie pulling her out of the room.

• Stancy spending all of the time in the pool once they start to work through their issues. Nancy was even the one to dare him to go skinny dipping with her. It was a different form of intimacy and a different form of freedom.

• A few months into their new relationship and, yes, new. They didn't pick up where they left off. That relationship is dead and buried. They've both changed. Anyway, a few months in, Nancy rescues a dog, and suddenly, it becomes their dog. Due to the fact that Holly is allergic, Ace Wheeler stays at Steve's.

• Nancy and Steve are stupidly in love with their dog and each other. Steve loves to dance around the kitchen with Ace while Nancy lays on the floor with the dog on her back while she reads Ace the rough drafts of her articles. Ace makes a noise. ("You're right, Ace, that's absolutely ridiculous. This sentence needs to go somewhere else.")

• Nancy is, of course, taking a year off from college, but she definitely is going to Emerson. After the hell that occurred, she needed some off of school. But in the meantime, she's free writing for the paper in the next town over. Steve is fully invested and supportive, while Nancy is fully supportive of him not knowing what he wants to do. ("We don't have to have it all figured out.")

• Nancy and Steve getting high with Chrissy and Eddie again, but this time, after discovering their own gender and sexual identities. Eddie and Chrissy accepted it while Chrissy admitted that she always knew about herself but didn't know there was a word for it. Eddie never did anything with a guy before but admits to being curious, which, of course, leads to Eddie and Steve making out. Chrissy and Nancy watch on for a while before doing the same, which leads them with somewhat of a tradition when they got high.

• Of course, there's Robin slipping into bed platonically with Steve and Nancy, as well as Ace, when she has her first fight with Vickie. It causes Robin to do it a lot more often over pretty much anything.

• And of course, there's also Argyle and Jonathan slowly incorporating themselves into the group once they pull themselves out of their love and drug haze. But also, everyone is just being fucking teenagers on the verge of being young adults who are dealing with their trauma and becoming a queer little family along the way. And as much as they love the younger and the adult members of the Party, it's nice just to have people your own age who just get it.

[sandwormrp]

We recently did a movie night and watched Dune: Part 2 together!

Here's all the most notable out-of-context commentary from it:

When my corgi is hungry she channels Rabban

Stilgar: "Up for a skinny dip?"

STOP IT JAVIER

No Javi go right ahead XD

Is it dangerous? Boy, she just said it was years or pain and sorrow. . .

Hey, he's the Lisan al Gaib, not the LISTEN al Gaib

the gen-z fremen: skibidi

& the older fremen are all, "Empire style toilets waste so much water!" & the kids are like its just a jooooke

Jessica: Convulsing on the floor Paul: But is it dangerous?

I do love that, for all their power and ways… no one thought to ask if she was pregnant?

when you still look like a bean but have the secrets to all the universe

I can only imagine what that feels like. Does pre-born Alia even know Language? If she does, is she sending psychic vibes through the umbilical cord?

I love how Chani and her friend are always perched somewhere and judging during these scenes

"He's not like other strangers" - I wonder if thats a callback to smugglers they don't instantly kill

chani's arc in this one is so brutal. I love it more than the one from the books bc it's more real. she wants so badly for Paul to be different from the other Empire people but he's just better at diplomacy and biding his time

I do love book Chani, all vibes and not giving a fuck about the horrors

she has a very clear line, he crosses that line, she holds her line. FAFO. it's very powerful even though she 'loses' on its face

Weird marriages are what this site's all about Sandworm Unusual Matrimony, The Site

I saw a fan theory about that actually Logjam! Essentially saying that Feyd has trained and fought on sand, like we see later in the movie, and that's what he's used to, while Paul trained on hard ground. And then when they fight, Feyd is on hard ground and out of his element! I thought it was an interesting take

Paul sitting between the girls, he's one of them

He's part of the pink pony club now?

Paul could fart and Stilgar would find a prophecy in it

woober (worm uber)

the dark shapes of their armor against that super burnt orange tone of the sand in the eclipse at the very start was a very pretty and striking visual

crocs best shoes for worm-riding

chani: will you always be with me paul: "well about that"

"Define 'with'…"

Chani: Your mom's talking shit

watching fremen tv (the sand and the sky)

Basically planting variations of myths that say "Hey if some powerful smart women show up, they're super cool and you should help them" as I understand it

Put Rabban on a motivational "Hang In There!" poster like the orange kitten

plankton meme didn't think i'd get this far etc

Irulan playing 5d chess. lowkey loves a good shit stirring

gonna hack into the department store intercom and play Harkonnen speech next time I go shopping

Big hand to hold up a big booty

"Look at all these other hot people we've been keeping from you"

This is the scene that fan theory mentioned; you noticed as he was walking that he sank into the sand, kicked it up with every stride, he's used to fighting hard, in rough terrain, not smooth palace floors

the irony; that disadvantage on a planet of sand

happeh birdeh, dear nephew

It's almost like they're acting like matadors, corralling bulls, using hooks to control them, another mocking of the atreides maybe?

Rubba dub dub, two harkonnens in the tub

High fat high salt and will eventually kill you

The air's like the vapors coming off a deep fryer

bust a nut doing that

FEYD you don't have to one up at ALL TIMES

The party bard hard at work

Gurney not concerned with that one bit

Gurney: Fuck dem kids my son is back

Girls gossiping about pauls new friends xD

Paul: sees friend Chani: walking juice box

Hearing him talk like this is a punch in the gut. Paul became the thing he feared, the thing he hated.

Is now about the time when Paul could've decided to go and become a worm

Stilgar being so unimpressed with Gurney

paul, thinking: adulthood is more about putting your hand in boxes than I imagined as a kid

I love the difference in their 'Voices'. Jessica is rough, aggressive. Where as when we heard Margot's it was softer, more seductive, and the Reverend Mother's was controlled, power in and off itself.

it's… not really that impressive of a 'tactic' "Shoot it until it falls apart" Ah yes, strategic brilliance

apple doesn't fall far

I have beef with that visual display tbh. the worldbuilding says that there are no computers & I feel like the impulse is more often to figure out how to get away with computers than to seriously ask the question of how the world is different under that condition

"Protect my mother" He does a little more than that Paul

mentat cpu

Watches her back … and her front …

Feyd putting on his cape that morning all 💅

How tall is chalameet? Does anyone know?

He's about 5'10

The hair adds about another two inches

Gurney just like, I'm not kneeling, I'm too old, my knees hurt, no xD

she seems like the kind of person who isn't going to "fall for a boy" lightly, like she's committing to Paul because he's Paul not bc she was single and looking

It's so sad for paul he's having to navigate through this alone without any help. What an isolating experience for him

"no one here would stand against me!" chani: you dont know me as well as i thought you did…

Chani: Alright make an orderly line after me, I stab first

pop a squat!!

Him calling out everyones deep dark secrets is so funny

imagine your darkest secret not even being that good don't know what's more embarrassing

I'd get down simply to not be called out

the real reason everyone is on the floor "don't want him to know about my twinkie stash”

Jessica wanted to give Leto a son bc she loved him & this lady's like ok prophecy boy is here lets kill Leto

Add a lil spice Still loves him

Chainmail Princess

She knows shes making a statement on the day of her engagement

Aww, his poor balloon got cut free

no one can convince me that feyd did not just find that look on irulan's face hot

I wish it spluttered off making noises like a balloon

"Vibrators make the worms come." <- normal sentence

The worms aren't the only ones but that's another discussion

theres something really truthy about how becoming really oppressive and scary to other people can be born out of being sure you're the underdog and you won't have anything at all if you don't fight for it (and that's "all" you were doing)

But no, the scene where Paul's setting up the thumper, the way he ever so carefully inserts it into the sand …

Frank would 100% be down with metaphorical sexual interpretations of thumper use

That staredown was so charged

Can see her reconsidering Feyd for a sec there

& yooo culturally the nobles are squeamish about getting too direct with attacks against nobility. Paul walking in there & killing a Baron is like knocking over the chess board & making eye contact and eating the enemy king

like an incredibly bad cat

mess w the gurn?? feel the burn

Feyd: +1 like

Feyd getting a little more turned on every time he sees Paul do something xD

Leia encourages paul to skip slapping, and to get to stabbing the emperor for that insult to their father >_>

I watched an interview with Denis Villeneuve talking about this fight. Saying Paul started in an atreides style in the beginning, but as it goes on you see more of Jamis and his fremen come out

when I saw this in theaters I felt like you really see Paul as a tired and hardened warrior from the desert who is something very alien to the Empire at this point

may thy clothes rip and scatter

feyd: a friend!!

The lack of music here is so spectacular. You can here everything in the right, the raw emotions, the anger, the pain.

genderbend piter and he stays exactly the same

Iruman

hhh feyd is so used to ending fights with 'you've fought well' that its all he can think to say

It's what he said to Margot after their naughty time, too

Jessica went full smug goat

Irulan probably thinking Chani is an enemy, but she's really doing that bc she's someone who loves him

Stilgar steps forward and the Fremen pop up like prairie dogs

Chani is a long way from girl gossip and boy crushes

break up with the guy you thought you knew and take a sad woober home