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pierregazly · 1 year ago

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1+ 2 = ...4? ꨄ pierre gasly smau

pierre gasly x wife!russell!reader

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of twins, george having a meltdown

in which pierre put his tripod to use and caused two major outcomes, george has a meltdown, and all the fans just want to know what's going on?

ynrussell

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ynrussell joyeux anniversaire mon amour. three years ago today i married the love of my life and became the official mrs. gasly, so excited to give you your present tonight 🫶🏻

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username omg babes post the present!!! let us all be jealous

username happy anniversary mom and dad

charles_leclerc 🥳💗

username feel like it was just yesterday that i was jealous out of my mind about their wedding... still jealous tho

pierregasly joyeux anniversaire ma chère, i am the luckiest man in the world

pierregasly can't wait to give your your own present tonight

pierregasly it rhymes with tierod

username TRIPOD PIERRE

username im SCREAMING send this man right to PRISON

georgerussell63 god every time i see anything to do with you two i have to bleach my bloody eyes. happy anniversary you two, im disgusted.

username poor george, him and carmen are so tame compared to these two... i love the polar opposite sibling trope

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pierregasly i hope the pizza was good ma chérie, and hope it satisfied the little bean's cravings

ynrussell it was delicious... but we kind of want chocolate now too :(

pierregasly ill check ubereats and see what i can do

ynrussell mine and the bean's saviour 🫶🏻

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pierregasly unfortunately not the finish we would have liked, the 15 second penalty cost us significantly and i apologize to my team and all our fans for it. will come back bigger and better next time 💪 now time to go and spend some well deserved time off with my family

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username thank you for pushing through and giving us an awesome race to watch pierre!

username loved your helmet this weekend pierre!

username sad that mother ynrussell wasn't here this weekend, but happy to see her in the likes

username 'well deserved time off with my family' do we think that's alluding to something else????

username girl he's obviously talking about his wife and his family??? like what

username ummm sorry he almost always says 'my loved ones' gotta push the pregnancy rumour agenda some more

ynrussell we're all so proud of you pear 🫶🏻 the track limits and penalties are bullshit and i'll be sending a strongly worded letter to whoever costs you anything good

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pierregasly 😂😭🤍

username who is 'we're all' who is the plural that she's referring to omg

username i'm telling y'all... mother is becoming a real mother idc what any of y'all say

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ynrussell omf make sure you get extra cheesecake... and extra elcairs, and a few brownies... maybe get a few of everything??? the bean's want them!!!!

pierregasly well if the bean's want them....

username this SCREAMS my wife is pregnant and sent me on a late night snack run omf

username tell us your secret!!!!

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ynrussell sorry just have to appreciate how incredibly sexy it is seeing my super sexy amazing husband with kids!!! like how lucky am i!!! can't wait til' you're holding our future babies (my ovaries are exploding, i am crying, it's going to be a long day)

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username girl this seems a little feral idk

georgerussell63 this is certifiably disgusting. please grow up.

username you know who would post something like this??? a wife expecting a baby who is getting more excited about that baby seeing her husband with kids

username seems legit idk

pierregasly is this your nice way of asking me to pickup more eclairs on the way home?

ynrussell cinnamon buns too?? please?? je t'aime

pierregasly can't wait to hold our future bean's too ma chérie

username pierre as a dad is going to be so sexy, ynrussell is so right??? those babies are going to be beautiful omf

ynrussell and pierregasly

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pierregasly october 2024 / gasly thing 1 and gasly thing 2 🐣🚼

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ynrussell omg i'm pregnant???? SURPRISE

ynrussell maman is begging for them to come sooner, her poor back.

username AH I KNEW IT. I CALLED IT. MY HEART.

username THING 1 AND THING 2 AHHHHH

username pierre is gonna be a girl dad AND a boy dad?????? we're so blessed

georgerussell63 excuse me????

georgerussell63 you knocked my sister up????

georgerussell63 i told you to stay away from her??? this is outrageous i am disgusted

pierregasly sorry, tripod's work well.

ynrussell pierre delete this comment rn, i swear to god.

georgerussell63 (i am so excited to meet my baby niece and baby nephew. uncle georgie loves you both so much)

lewishamilton congratulations! roscoe is so excited 🤍

charles_leclerc uncle cha reporting for duty 🫡 congratulations, you two.

georgerussell63 i'd like to emphasize i'm still having a meltdown from when you casually gave me a bottle of gin to announce this. gasly genes should not be casually mixed like this.

username i dont think anyone understands the joy im feeling??? im honoured to be alive to see this

username they're gonna be such amazing parents im literally ????? so excited??????

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ynrussell thank you for the beautiful baby shower, auntie carmen already has spot number 1 🫶🏻

username omg omg omg omg

username this is SO CUTE

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username girl u look like ur about to pop (lovingly)

pierregasly my beautiful wife

ynrussell i don't feel very beautiful right now. i feel huge and tired and exhausted.

pierregasly still the most beautiful woman in the world

ynrussell

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ynrussell things are getting very, very real (not real enough for my back to not hurt, thing 1 and 2 you both are killing me)

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username this aesthetic is so CUTE (that room is fucking beautiful i want a house tour????)

username they're literally due in like less than 2 months???? pierre is gonna be a dad that soon???? praying for u ynrussell

charles_leclerc im personally demanding compensation for the bruises i have from putting the nursery together

ynrussell shut up cha, you literally offered and begged to be involved

pierregasly yeah shut up cha

alexandrasaintmleux can't wait to see my art piece up in the bébé's room 🫶🏻

ynrussell knew i could always count on you angel

username im so invested in this pregnancy none of you even understand

username starting a poll asap on the babies names omf

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ynrussell 2024.10.16 / welcome to the world my precious théodore and éloïse. maman and papa love you so much.

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username omg congratulations!!! such beautiful names.

username they share a birthday with charles im crying

lewishamilton congratulations! so beautiful, you are a rockstar ynrussell

charles_leclerc truly the best birthday present i could've asked for. ellie and théo should be so proud of their maman.

pierregasly the happiest day of my life, given to me by the most important woman in my life. thank you for blessing me.

username again i am so invested in this. i am so happy for these two, they're going to be incredible parents.

alpinef1team welcome to the family baby éloïse and baby théodore!

mercedesamg welcome to the family x2

username oh girl the racing teams are gonna FIGHT over these two just you wait

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lady06reaper · 9 months ago

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Requests you ask for 👀.

I shall give. Viking x Reader

Where said character(s) react to their wife having to defend their children from a bear/forest creature. And easily defeating it. Going from complete deadly killer to momma bear who's hugging her sweet children close.

Love a feral momma bear. - marshmellow

So I really only see this prompt as Bjorn and Ubbe with the kid part BUT since Ivar has a special place in my heart I'll write him with kids as well

HOW THE RAGNARSONS REACT TO YOU FENDING OFF A CRITTER TO SAVE YOUR CHILDREN

THIS IS THE LOOK YOU GET YOU AND YOU CHILDREN ARE STRUGGLING TO HAUL A BEAR CARCASS TO KATTEGAT

LIKE WHAT!?

Bjorn was definitely worried, like why was his beloved and their children carrying a dead bear? Are yall alright?!

"Wife! Are you okay? What happened?" Bjorn rose from his seat on the porch and ran over to you and your kin.

You huffed and threw the bear's head and front arms down to the ground, your kids followed suit and laid down on the ground with the dead bear.

"What happened, Bjorn, is that we were hunting and this foul, loathsome, lowlife, bear thought he could harm us. Jokes on it, we're having a feast tonight!" You roared so all of Kattegat could hear you, everyone around cheered in delight.

"That is quite a feat Y/N," Bjorn looked down at the bear and got a thought. He took your hand and led you up on the porch of the great hall, your children followed their dad up there with you. "Everyone, I would like to introduce you to my wife once more as Y/N Bear-Killer!" Bjorn raised your hand up with his as everyone celebrated and congratulated you. Your kids hugged your legs as their congratulations to you, you bent down and embraced them. Everyone, including the woodland critters, knew now not to mess with you, especially your children.

Out of the corner of Ubbe's eye he saw you and your children hauling a moose in a pull wagon... or at least trying to

First of all, you didn't have the pull wagon when you left so when did you come back and grab it?

Second, WHERE THE HELL DID THE DEAD MOOSE COME FROM?!

He had to do a double take on it to make sure it wasn't an illusion by the Trickster God Loki

"Love! What happened? Are you and the children alright?" You sighed and dropped the handles to the cart, the moose slid off of it to the ground. Your children were small enough to sit in the moose's antler, so sit they did, tired from helping their momma.

"I'm fine, nothing but a long soak with herbs won't fix. But this here moose is obviously not alright for it is dead, a punishment for attempting to hurt us," You stretched out your sore and tired muscles, that soak was really starting to sound good.

"Oh my brave, yet crazy wife, I'm glad you are alright, but when did you get the pull cart?"

"Oh that? We borrowed it from a farmer nearby, by the time we would've came here and back to the carcass it would've been already claimed by the wolves," you shrugged as if it was self-explanatory. You beckoned your kids over to you by kneeling and opening your arms, they ran towards you and as soon as they reached you, you picked them up in your arms. "Now, if you'll excuse me, your very strong children and I would like a bath and a nap. Go ahead and clean the moose, we feast tonight."

You turned on your heel and walked towards the long house, leaving a shocked Ubbe staring at your back. Did all of that really just happen?

I feel like Ivar would get horny if he knew you took down a huge ass wolf (which explains the second pic)

like the first one is "Wow, my wife took down that wolf, who's almost as big as Fenrir? Damn that's hot"

The wolf slung across your shoulders was heavy, but you had no other means of carrying it, and the pelt would make a nice cloak or blanket for your kin. You walked through Kattegat with your child in tow, they were concerned for your wellbeing, but you assured them you were fine. Ivar watched as you hauled the wolf up to the long house, not bothering to get up knowing you were as strong as Freyja. You dropped the wolf at his feet and fell into his open arms and lap.

" It seems you had an eventful hunt, love," Ivar wrapped his arms around your waist, but before he could get comfortable your child crawled up into your lap, it's a good thing Ivar can't feel your combined weight, only the presence.

"Yes, indeed we did, what do you think little one? Should we use the pelt as a blanket, or turn it into a cloak?" The child pondered before saying their answer. "Blanket it is then," you kissed their forehead and let them go. "Now run along and go get Uncle Bjorn, he'll help you turn the wolf into a nice blanket." You smiled as they slid down Ivars legs and ran to get Bjorn.

"Are you alright my love?" Ivar looked over your upper body as he rubbed circles into your lower back.

"Yes, husband, nothing like a good back massage won't fix," you leaned into his touch, being comforted by Ivar was definitely something you needed right now. Ivar gave you a mischievous look through his eyelashes.

"Instead of a massage," he started. "How about I break your back?"

#vikings x reader #vikings #bjorn ironside x reader #bjorn x reader #bjorn #bjorn ironside #ubbe x reader #ubbe ragnarsson #ivar the boneless x reader #ivar the boneless

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garciaasfluffypen · 3 months ago

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the suit stays on (we're feral for you)

pairing: jemily x reader word count: 2.5k warnings: SEXUAL CONTENT. MINORS DNI. (we’re operating under the assumption that y’all have fucked or at least seen each other in various states of undress prior to being in an established polycule), toy usage, fingering (reader recieving), female terms of endearment -- "our girl", mentions of mental abuse/belittling in previous relationships request from this ask a/n: i have no clue if this stayed on prompt or not but its here and its all i could think about while i was at work today

gods, you looked good in a suit.

you adjusted the jacket that tara had helped you pick out for the upteenth time, smoothing invisible wrinkles off the dark maroon fabric as you made your way to the door of the bedroom. well, technically it had become your shared office, but you knew your favorite women barely looked into the closet in this room unless there was a gala they had to go to. it was the perfect hiding spot. you ran into their bedroom real fast, hearing emily humming to herself in the bathroom as you went over to the bag you had brought over to grab your black pumps. you rarely wore them, but you figured since rossi was paying for emily to treat you and jj to an anniversary celebration it was only fair that you pulled them out.

while it wasn’t jj and emily’s anniversary (considering they had been together for years and married before you came along) it had been five months to the day that they had asked you to officially join them, to be more than just a friend and a confidant. to be their girlfriend. sure, it had scared you, but now it was second nature. you had fit into their relationship like a hand sliding into a glove. it was so easy for you to find your place with them. they made sure you felt comfortable from the beginning- separating work from pleasure, each taking you out on separate date nights at least once every other week and a trio date twice a week. making sure to remind you every day that you were loved and appreciated. to let you know it was okay to not mask your stims or feelings- they were always making sure you felt safe. none of your previous exes did that, always belittling you when you would stim in public or forget to take your medication. but with emily and jj? it was easy.

loving them was easy.

your feet slid into the pumps with ease, welcoming the extra few inches they added to your height. with a smile, you went over to the front door to scan the checklist jj had put up for you, reading it over. keys, check. wallet, check. badge, not necessarily needed but you had it in your wallet just in case. meds, which were only a morning thing, not including your magnesium that you took at six pm each day. you didn’t need to take them unless you forgot them, but jj and emily had been good at making sure you had taken them whenever you were over. the adhd brain fog you got when you don’t take your meds was rough, you’d hate for it to show up in front of them.

“baby are you--” jj stopped in her tracks as she looked you up and down, her jaw dropping slightly.

“do i look okay? i don’t, i knew the suit was a bad idea, i’ll go--”

jj grabbed your hand, turning you to face her. “absolutely not. you look….”

“beautiful.” emily joined you two by the front door, slipping an arm around your waist and placing a kiss on your cheek. “the word she’s looking for is beautiful.”

emily had put on a pair of slacks and a fancy blouse, one that she had most likely gotten from her mother at some point. you didn’t know much about ambassador prentiss, but you knew she almost always sent emily stuff that she barely wore. most of those clothing items hung in the guest room closet. jj wore a baby blue sleeveless top with black jeans, her hair falling down behind her in those beach waves that you loved and adored. you had no idea what they had planned for tonight, but all you knew was that they looked hot and you were in fact, very in love with your girlfriends. even if you couldn’t find the words to say it to them yet.

“where’d you get the suit?”

“uh, tara took me shopping the other day. when she heard about the date.” you swallowed nervously. “i hope thats okay.”

jj stepped closer. “you should buy more suits. i can’t even put into words how hot you look right now.”

you blushed. “are you sure i’m not overdressed?” you moved to take the jacket off.

“absolutely not.” emily gave you a stern look. “the suit stays on.”

“you’re not overdressed at all, lovey.” jj squeezed your hand. “you look amazing.”

“are you sure?”

“i promise.” she tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “we got reservations at fiola, that italian place you wanted to try. you’re perfectly dressed.”

the glint in emily’s eyes pointed to other undertones, but you kept your mouth shut. better to not start anything in case you were reading the situation wrong. you let them lead you to the car, making sure you were buckled in before heading out. jj leaned forward to rest her hand at the crook of your elbow, keeping light conversation with you so you didn’t get lost in your thoughts. the two women knew that you didn’t do the best with plans you didn’t know everything about, so they made sure to keep you in the loop as much as they could. granted, they didn’t even know the restaurant they were going to until this morning, but they told you what they were doing as they were doing it. it was a nice change, especially since in the past you would have to deal with your exes just scooping you up and taking you places without asking for your input.

you enjoyed the meal, despite feeling out of place. rossi had made sure to get you a secluded corner booth, far away from everyone so you could make the most of your night together. after dinner, emily and jj took you for a walk through the georgetown waterfront park while you awed at the sights. they knew you would love it, since you always found beauty in small things like this. it was rare that you let your guard down like this, but they knew you trusted them enough to do so. even if these nights were far and few between, seeing you be your true self was something they adored deeply. to end the night, the three of you got ice cream at a little local shop before heading back to the apartment.

minutes within getting inside, you kicked your heels off and went to take your jacket off, only to be stopped by a set of hands. emily walked in front of you, silently telling you to let her take care of it. jj had momentarily disappeared, and you searched for her as emily took your jacket off with care. it was folded neatly on the back of the couch before she ran her hands lightly over your arms again, stopping to hold your hands. you searched her eyes, attempting to figure out what your women had planned for you.

“how are you feeling, y/n?” her voice was low and husky. “are you up for more? if you’re not, you can tell us.”

“can we do whatever it is with jj?”

“of course, lovey. she should be in the bedroom, do you care to join us?”

you silently nodded, letting emily guide you to the bedroom. as she opened the door, you saw your favorite candles lit on either side table, with jj leaning up against the wall as she waited. her eyes practically lit up as she saw you and emily walk in, stepping over to you.

“if you’d rather just curl up in bed, say the word and we can do that, okay?” jj gave you a smile.

“okay. but what are we…”

your voice trailed off as you started to notice that jj had changed into a satin robe, one that she only took out for special occasions. you remembered buying it with her years ago, when penelope had invited you to girls night as a way to introduce you to emily before she had gotten with jj. before you had been asked to join the BAU, even. your hand ghosted over the satin fabric, subconsciously finding the string and fidgeting with it. your head fell to jj’s shoulder, slowly shuffling closer to her.

“we couldn’t help but wish we could have you all night,” jj started. “you’re just so hot and all we could think about was you. we're feral for you." jj paused, looking at you. "is this okay?”

you nod. “more than okay.”

“you’re in control, tonight is about you. you want us to stop, you tell us.”

a noise fell from your lips. “mm”

“i need words, y/n.”

“yes.”

within seconds, jj’s hands started exploring your body, waiting for you to initiate a kiss. you leaned in, your hands wrapping around jj’s midsection and pulling her close to you as possible. emily came up behind you, her hands moving around your waist and starting to kiss your neck. your head fell back, giving both women full access to you. slowly but surely you feel yourself being taken to the bed, emily sitting down behind you and letting you lean against her knees. jj slowly started to undress you, taking her time and practically worshiping your body. emily placed kisses down your back, her hands exploring your upper body. they were taking care of you, taking their time and letting you know how much you truly meant to them. your hands found their way to the tie on jj’s robe again, un-tying it and pushing the fabric off her shoulders. with a swift movement, jj moved you so you were on the bed, emily shuffling to give jj room to adjust everything before continuing. you grabbed at emily, pulling her close and giving her a kiss while starting to unbutton her blouse, being sure to be careful. even if she didn’t care about it, it felt expensive and not worth ruining.

emily helped you push her blouse off her shoulders before laying down next to you, the red of her victoria’s secret bra a stark contrast from her porcelain skin. you found your way to her breasts, kneading one with one hand while you pestered kisses all over the other one. emily’s hand made it's way into your hair, the other gripping the side of your arm lightly. moans fell from emily as you switched breasts, repeating the same process. as you did so, your free hand went down to your center, which was hot with need as your girlfriends took care of you. she slowly pushed you back onto the bed, pushing the hair out of your face and trailing her hand down to your jaw, turning your face to look at her. emily shifted so she could turn your head and envelop you in a kiss. as you kissed, her hand went to replace the one hovering over your center, easily slipping two fingers in with a smirk on your face as you moaned out. your head fell into the crook of emily’s neck, biting and nipping at the skin in an attempt to leave a semblance of a mark.

“emmy… emmy please.”

emily’s free hand grabbed your hip, holding you in place as you tried to move your hips. she was teasing the hell out of you, knowing you all too well. you mewed out as emily’s fingers slowed, the high you were chasing fading away. a pout flew over your features as you clawed at emily’s shoulders, silently pleading with her to continue. you finally regained movement of your hips as emily’s hand loosened, letting you find that high again at your own pace. noises fell from your lips as fireworks exploded all around you, the skin of emily’s shoulder becoming victim to yet another set of bite marks as you worked through your high.

a blush crept up on your cheeks as you remembered jj had been there the whole time, now noticing the baby blue strap now situated over her hips. jj placed a hand on emily’s back and stood next to her, looking over to you to ensure you wanted to continue. you nodded, pulling jj closer so you could grab the strap. jj lightly moved your head to the strap, holding her hand at the back of your head while emily positioned herself behind you, her hands going to knead your breasts as you sucked jj off.

“do you need more, y/n?” you nodded. “words.”

“yes. more.”

“so beautiful,” she placed a kiss on your cheek, then your neck. “our girl.”

“what does our girl need?” emily looked at you.

“more, please.”

you clawed at jj who pushed you down on the bed, hovering over your entrance as you nodded again as a signal for her to continue. slowly she pushed the strap into you, her hands going to hold you in place as she bottomed out. a moan of pleasure left your lips as she sat there for a second, waiting for you to adjust before she started pumping in and out. your hand reached for emily and went straight to her center, finding her clit and starting to rub.

“look at you, taking me so well. laying there and taking me like a good girl should.” jj pressed into your hips. “getting emmy off while i fuck you so good, huh?”

your free hand gripped at the sheets. “oh, oh fu--”

“yeah? jayje is so good to you, huh?” you nodded. “tell me, use your words.”

“so good, jay, so-- fuck-!”

emily came to a climax first, with you following closely behind. jj smirked as the two of you rode your climaxes out together, both of you moaning out in tandem. as your high faded away, leaving you breathless on the bed, jj’s hips starting to stutter as her own climax hit her. emily slowly pushed your hand away from her and watched you through hooded eyes as you whined at the sudden emptiness you felt below. jj fell on the bed next to you, pulling you as close to you as she could before emily joined the two of you.

“was that okay, y/n?”

you covered your eyes and let out a breathy laugh. “how are you so good at that?”

“at what?” jj smirked.

“oh shut up,” you playfully nudged her shoulder. “you know what i’m talking about.”

“what can i say, the best of me comes out when i’m with you. the both of you.”

you couldn’t help but blush. “really?”

“really. we wouldn’t have asked you to be ours if we didn’t both adore the hell out of you.”

emily wrapped her arm around your midsection. “you mean the world to us, y/n. truly. we’d do anything for you.”

it felt as if your heart grew three sizes in that moment. you snuggled further into emily and pulled jj close, inhaling the subtle scent of sea salt from her shampoo. you closed your eyes and let the two women draw patterns over your skin, relishing in the moment before ultimately one of them got up to get a washcloth. your eyes started to slowly shut, the warmth of your girlfriends bodies engulfing you in a hug.

you could get used to this.

and maybe… maybe you were almost ready to say those three words. almost.

#oh to be loved by you (two) universe #jemily #jemily x reader #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #jennifer jareau #jennifer jareau x reader #jennifer jareau x emily prentiss #criminal minds x reader #an i (queue) of 187

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wlfatthedoor · 18 days ago

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SEQUEL TO Bore Into Me

I really tried, I promise.

(Warnings: fingering, oral sex, light public play, rough, penetrating sex, overstimulation/forced orgasms. ) :3

(Masc!Reader/Dom!Masc!Ellie)

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It was admittedly embarrassing as hell to stumble back out onto the floor after Ellie, dazed and wobbly on your feet—although you defended your state fiercely for your drunkness. The uncomfortable wetness from your arousal in your boxers that was cooling against your pussy wasn't helping, either. Ellie really had you feeling like a slut.

However, you had the suspicion that the group knew something was up, specifically by a knowing look Jesse shot at you. Maybe Dina, too, however you deliberately chose not to linger on that for now. You had enough confusion for the night. All that you could focus on was Ellie.

Things partially resumed as normal, you only joined for 2 more songs before everyone else was progressively getting tired for the night. It was nearing 4 AM, now. Knowing the club would close soon, you were swept away with godly relief as the group gathered themselves to leave.

The rest was a blur, really. The group split up, everyone climbing into shared Ubers. You were about to join Dina when Ellie was getting your attention again, insisting that you carpool with her to her place for the night.

By the looks of it, you figured you'd give Dina privacy that night. Jesse seemed to be going home with her after all.

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It was anxious as hell eventually sitting next to Ellie in the car. The driver was relatively silent, the radio almost muted as he navigated towards her home. You were snapped from your thoughts when you felt Ellie's hand creep over your clothed knee. You looked at her, confused.

"How're you feeling?" She asked. Strangely tender.

You assumed she meant physically, not your conflicting emotions over the fact that she had your mouth on her pussy just moments earlier and reeling with the need to cum. You relaxed into the seat a little.

"M'good.. dizzy, I guess." You breathed. Reminiscing of the phantom sensation of her shoe pressed cruelly into your desperate pussy.

Ellie grinned. "Yeah. Me too."

You opened your mouth to respond when you were cut short, your voice falling silent as you felt Ellie's hand slide up your thigh. Oh, so that's where this was going.

The noise around you seemed to muddle together. You weren't quite sure if Ellie was making small talk with the driver now, you were entirely transfixed on the sensation of her hand still rising. Subtle and out of view.

The moment her hot palm leeching through the fabric rested over your groin, you forcibly restrained yourself from lifting your hips, huffing silently. Perhaps you should have expected this.

You glanced over to her. It was so dark, you could only just make out the silhouette of her inside the vehicle, her expression unreadable. You held back a wince when she nonchalantly applied direct pressure over your clothed clit. She was still talking to the driver, cracking a few jokes. You felt entirely powerless. You didn't want to raise too much attention, though. You've already mortified yourself enough tonight.

You dropped your head back against the headrest and clenched your jaw. Ellie was still pressing and rubbing small circles over your cunt. Christ were you soaked. You felt like a feral animal clenching and twitching your fingers against the leather seats.

Combined with your drunkenness, fatigue and overwhelming horniness, the ride went on as a blur. You'd exerted all of your energy into not making a sound as you withstood Ellie's unrelenting touch...

You jolted when she patted your pussy playfully and grinned. "C'Mon. We're here."

You didn't reply. You only straightened yourself and climbed out of the car, mustering a quick 'thank you' the driver on your way out. Closing the door behind you. It was only now that you could focus and read Ellie's face. She looked predatory, almost.

You'd followed her inside, going up the steps into her apartment. It all felt so surreal. With a bated breath you watched her unlock the door and stepped in behind her, only having enough sense to half-assedly kick off your sneakers at the door.

You had lost all care for your pride at this point. You just wanted to get off, for Christs sake.

"You're goddamn mean, you know that?" You sneered, fumbling with your own belt on autopilot.

Now that you were In the privacy of Ellie's home, you palmed yourself idly, relieving some of the painful tension shamelessly.

You winced as Ellie roughly grabbed you by your scalp, dragging you down the hallway into her bedroom.

"On the fucking bed. Now. Or you're not cumming tonight." Ellie hissed. Voice laced with annoyance.

"Fuck.! Ugh, fine. God, dude.." You murmured, falling back onto her mattress, sitting on your elbows and looking up at her as she stood at the foot of the bed.

She wasted no time in pouncing on you like an animal. Her body climbing itself overtop yours and pressing you deep into the mattress. You moaned, vulgarly as she pulled you into a wet kiss. It was so much more different this time. Sloppy, rough, passionate, you whined into Ellie's mouth at the force of her warm tongue shoving itself into your yours.

You exhaled through your nose messily, puffing against Ellie's face in relief as she tore your pants and boxers off in one go, then pushing your sweatshirt further up your body. Your twitching stomach and bare, sopping cunt on full display.

She bit your lower lip harshly, hands scrambling to grip your thigh, forcing it further open while her free hand slithered to your pussy, rubbing ruthless circles on your wet clit.

You yelped, pulling back to moan. "—Ellie..!" You heaved.

She ignored you, mouthing wetly at your chin, then neck, moving down to your shoulder, growling to herself in arousal. You felt yourself blush hot with embarrassment as she pressed kisses into your skin.

You clawed blindly at her back, then pulled at her hair, giving weak attempts to push off her own clothes. She was still working her fingers over your cunt, so quickly you wondered how this girl was not developing carpal tunnel. Christ.

"A—augh..Ellie.. E-Ellie.." You protested, patting her back weakly. "E-Ellie I'm close.. please..p-please don't stop—" You whined, pathetic and breathy. Ellie had an iron grip on your thigh, fingers bruising your flesh as she kept you lewdly spread open. In your defense, you were ready to cum ages ago. Ellie's teasing had you right on edge since the start. Fuck the foreplay, man.

"What, already?" She snickered, forcing her index and pointer finger inside you. You were so wet that the transition went smooth, her slender fingers stretching you open easily, lubed with your cum.

You gasped loudly, clawing and gripping her shoulders for stability. "—Ellie..!" You drawled.

Ellie pulled back to look at your face. Pumping her fingers into you, relishing in the disgusting squelches as she rested her clammy forehead against yours. "Had I known you could be taken apart like this.. I would've gone after you earlier, baby."

Your eyes welled with tears as her fingers jabbed directly into that spongey spot inside you, having your stomach squirm with pleasure. You attempted to choke out something, then dropped your head back and moaned. Loud. Your orgasm taking you by surprise.

She consistently pumped into you throughout it, swearing to herself as she felt your walls contract and squeeze around her slender fingers, prolonging your aftershocks as much as possible.

You sniffled and pushed on her shoulders, quickly becoming overstimulated. "Ellie.." you whined.

Ellie continued to pump into you, eyes transfixed on your cunt, almost in awe to herself before she snapped back into reality, slowing into a stop. She pulled her hand away and watched your stretched hole flutter open a couple times, still drooling cum.

"Gosh, babe.." She groaned. "Don't move."

Ellie stood up from the bed, digging trough the bin in her closet floor until she pulled out a familiar device. You could only lay there, staring empty at the ceiling as you felt your spent, sensitive pussy twitch. Thinking about all of the events that had played out tonight.

You widened your eyes when Ellie was clambering back into bed, this time with a neoprene harness fastened to her hips, overtop her boxers.. with a translucent blue cock.

"W-wait wait wait—Ellie I'm sensitive—" You protested, to no avail. Ellie was manhandling you onto your stomach. Not that you were putting up a fight. Truthfully you were exhausted, dizzy and still recovering from the orgasm, but you were dying to see where this was going. No way was she going to fuck you like this, was she..?

Ellie's rough callused palm between your shoulder blades pushed you into the mattress, your face gnashing into the pillows. God, this was shameful.

Ellie gripped and massaged your asscheeks in her hands, spreading them and staring at your holes lewdly. You clenched your eyes and dug your face deeper, trying to fight off the humiliation.

Your hips jolted as you felt her spit hotly overtop your holes, dripping down all over your pussy. She didn't need lube, no, you were soaked enough as is. She was reeling at the thought of fucking her spit into your body.

"Ellie—!" You barked. "T-that's s-so gross..!" You groaned, turning your face to the side to look at her, seeing her shit eating grin.

"You liked it, you sick freak. You're not very subtle baby."

You made an attempt to turn your body to your side but was pushed back down into the mattress. This time Ellie gripped your hips and forcibly began sliding her cock inside you.

You howled, muffled into the linens as your body stretched around her to accommodate the toy. "Ffffucking hell—" You wheezed. "E-Ellie.. I already came!"

Ellie bottomed out, then pulled out halfway, the toy coated in your translucent cum, then snapped it back in, gliding smoother this time back into your body. "I know."

You wheezed into the pillow, your sensitive cunt painfully pulsing around the toy as she fucked into you. The head of the toy was gnashing directly against your cervix, punching out painful whines from you in unison with her thrusts. You could feel the pain permeating all the way into your belly.. strangely morphing into a new foreign kind of sick pleasure.

Ellie snapped her hips quickly into you. The only sounds in the room were the clammy claps of your skin, your pained moans and obscene squelching from your pussy.

It had quite literally only been minutes since you came, and yet.. another orgasm was building..

You frantically pawed behind you, gripping Ellie's wrist that was holding your hip. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you unconsciously gripped tighter around her.

"Ellie.." you cried weakly.

Her movements unrelenting, you felt a jarring orgasm force it's way through your body again. You heaved into the pillow, damn near squeezing the circulation out of Ellie's wrist as you shuddered through the waves.

Ellie was still thrusting into you, punching your cervix deeper into your body, making you yelp.

This was her fucked up way of making up for the denial earlier, you supposed..

By the way Ellie was fucking into you, you realized she was most likely getting off on the strap herself. Grinding and swirling her hips against your body as her own clit pulsed wonderfully against the toy's base. Panting and moaning quietly to herself.

You winced and tugged her arm weakly, her grip still remaining. "P-please stop—I can't cum again.. Ellie.."

She hunched over to rest her forehead over your shoulder, using both hands to push you flat into the bed and cage your body beneath hers, still being jerked back and forth within the motion of her thrusts.

"J-just one more.. one more baby, okay?" She rasped hotly.

You went lax in defeat, your noises of pleasure and sobs mixing together as the girl fucked you into the mattress. This time, there was no longer any buildup, only hot, wet pressure until you were being forced to withstand another intense, albeit shorter orgasm wreck it's way through your system. Your belly and legs painfully clenching and spasming.

Ellie feverishly humped into you, moaning to herself until she bumped into the strap just right, grinding into it as she came as well not long after.

You laid there, full body trembling as your still partially drunk mind attempted to process what was going on, recovering from your third, almost too painful to enjoy orgasm.

Ellie, still panting herself nuzzled into the crook of your neck, still hunched over you. She silently crept her hips back, the toy plopping out of you with a squelch slowly. She carelessly unfastened the strap and threw it in a random direction away from the bed. Thudding somewhere against the floor in the dark out of sight.

The both of you fell to your sides on top the bed,

panting and beyond exhausted.

Ellie reached out. Grabbing your hand and stroking the top with her thumb tenderly.

"Shower..?" She rasped. Exasperated.

You struggle out with the words on your mouth. "Water first.. please.."

She grinned, tired.

"Okay."

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oneforthemunny · 7 months ago

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EVIEEEEE i’m fucking feral over janitor!eddie rn 🥵 how about this for the blurb game:

janitor!eddie, fluff/smut, maternity lingerie

ur welcome 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

oooh you're about to send the girlies into HEAT!!!! ahhh!!! slightly smutty a little sweet bc how could it not be??? minors dni

"I feel disgusting." You huffed, looking down at your swollen abdomen, your swollen hands, swollen ankles. You felt like a giant balloon, ready to pop, but still so far away from release. Seven months, two more to go, and you weren't sure how you were going to do it.

Lisa frowned at you. "Well, you look good." She countered. "Glowing."

You rolled your eyes, letting your shoulders roll. "You're lying." You muttered. "I'm just sweating. That's not a glow."

Lisa laughed. "You're so hard on yourself! You look amazing!" She insisted. "You're glowing, and you've got the cutest fucking bump in the world!"

You looked down at your overalls, your bump snug against them. "I don't know why you think you look bad. I've seen people who look bad during pregnancy- I looked bad during pregnancy. Believe me, it's not you. You look radiant."

"I'm swollen. I'm disgusting." You shook your head. "I know Eddie has got to be exhausted from all my mood swings. I know I am."

Lisa's lips pursed in thought. "When was the last time you and Eddie had sex?"

"Lisa-" You hissed, looking around at the tables of people around you.

"Seriously. When was the last time you did? Nothing makes you feel prettier than getting some loving." She winked at you. "Put on something sexy and seduce your husband."

You shook your head, looking down at the table. "I don't think Eddie would find this hot." You muttered, nodding down at your bump.

Lisa scoffed. "Have you met Eddie? He worships you." She rolled her eyes, grabbing her tea. "Let's go. We're going shopping for you."

Later that night, Lisa had insisted Ollie come over for a sleepover with her son, giving you a wink before she left.

"Guess we have the night to ourselves." Eddie smiled sweetly. "Do you want me to make you something? Or do you want to try and finish the nursery?"

You shifted nervously. "Um, not tonight." You muttered. "I was kinda thinking we could maybe spend some time together?" Your eyes met his.

Eddie beamed, lighting with excitement, soothing your jittery nerves. He was still there, still your husband, the same love of your life he was before. "Yeah, that sounds great, sweetheart." Eddie hummed, stepping closer to you. "What do you have in mind?"

"I, um, I actually bought something." Your voice shook slightly, swallowing to steady it. "I want to show it to you."

"Yeah?" Eddie's brows raised.

You nodded. "Stay right here." You pointed to the couch. "I-I'll be right back."

The lingerie wasn't as sexy as what you usually bought, but it was still pretty. You spun in the mirror, the fluttering babydoll lace top swaying with you. A matching pair of panties, blush and lace to match the top, that weren't the usual thongs. A little more covering that what you were used to, but looking at yourself in the mirror, you hated to admit Lisa was right but...

You felt pretty. Sexy, even.

You only hoped Eddie would feel that same way, butterflies erupting in your tummy with every soft step down the carpeted hallway. "Close your eyes!" You called.

"Alright." Eddie laughed lightly.

You peeked around the corner, his eyes closed, lounging on the couch. Stepping carefully, you stood in front of him, the coffee table between the two of you.

"Ok," You took a deep breath. "Open your eyes."

Eddie's lashes lifted, eyes widening at the sight of you. His jaw dropped slightly, gaze roaming furiously over your figure.

You felt vulnerable under it, shifting from foot to foot, swaying nervously. "D-Do you like it?" You squeaked.

Eddie stuttered in response, rambling and words jumbled. "Y-You- Yeah, yeah of course I-" Eddie's eyes met yours. "You look incredible."

Your body burned with heat, grinning sheepishly at him. "Really?" You asked. Eddie nodded dumbly. "Because, you don't have to say that if-if you don't want to do this, I get it. I just... I don't know, Lisa thought it would be a good idea, and we haven't in a while-"

"-No," Eddie shook his head, eyes still wide. "I-I definitely want to. I really, really," He stood, stepping towards you, shin hitting the coffee table and shoving it clumsily.

"Shit," Eddie hissed, blushing. "Sorry, I didn't- I- Yes, I want to." Eddie nodded, tongue thick in his mouth, heart skipping, rambling the way he did when you two first started dating. You still made him nervous, made his heart race like he was in junior high again.

"I-I didn't know you felt like this." Eddie admitted, stepping towards you, hands settling onto your hips. "I would've, ya know, we could've taken care of this a while ago."

You giggled shyly, your hands sliding over his tee shirt, toying with his necklace. "I-I didn't think you wanted to." You admitted, not meeting his eyes. "I thought... Y'know, thought you thought I looked... weird or gross or something."

"What?" Eddie gaped, breath strangled in shock. "Gross? Are you- Baby, no, no."

You looked up at him carefully. "Really?"

"Yeah, yeah, like-like the opposite. The complete opposite." Eddie nodded furiously, swallowing the spit that was pooling in his mouth, looking at you in front of him. "I knew you didn't feel good, and I just thought you weren't in the mood. Thought it would be kinda asshole-ish of me to try and fuck you while you're not feeling good."

You giggled, hands snaking up his shoulders, wrapping around his neck. "Well, I'm feeling good now." You purred, the familiar sensual tone back in your voice, a little shakier than usual. "I'd like for both of us to feel good now."

"Yeah?" Eddie grinned, nose brushing with yours. "I can do that. I can make you feel good." He pulled you closer to him, your bump pressed to his skin, his hands on your back, pulling you in for a hot, sloppy kiss.

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baronessvonglitter · 7 months ago

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Baby Daddy

best friend's husband!Dave York x married and fertile! f!Reader

Word count: 1.5K

Summary: you and your husband have been trying for a baby, with no success. Then his good friend Dave offers assistance.

(AKA you're on some hormones that make you super horny and Dave pretty much takes advantage of that)

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, slight D/S tones, forced pregnancy (though reader is already trying for a baby), infidelity (Dave and reader), slight sex pollen, reader is late 30s/early 40s but feel free to use your imagination, unprotected piv sex, pregnancy kink, creampie, use of hormones to get pregnant, some talk of infertility

Author's Note: I wrote this for those of us of a certain age who are not often represented in fanfics but as stated above please do use your imagination, there's no gatekeeping here ❤️ Naturally I wrote this while I was ovulating and suuupppeerr feral. I don't want to have any more kids but if Dave was insistent upon it I might just let him 🫢

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You and your husband's Saturday nights are usually spent with Carol and Dave, your friend from high school and your husband's friend from work, respectively. Mostly you have dinner at your house or theirs, followed with wine and a movie after. Tonight's not any different, except Carol looks at you funny when you politely refuse a glass of pinot grigio.

"Might as well tell them, honey," you husband Jim is all smiles as he addresses the table. "We're trying for a baby," he announces proudly.

You smile but it's masking your discomposure. "Honey I thought we were going to wait until I'm actually pregnant to tell everyone," you say under your breath.

Carol's face is illuminated with joy as she reaches over the dinner table to grab your hand. "That is such wonderful news! Isn't that such good news, babe?" she asks Dave.

Dave eyes both you and your husband, and there’s a mysterious little smile that curves across his lips. “That is great news.”

Jim continues, “She’s on trial pharmaceutical hormones right now, so hopefully it’ll work for us and we’ll be parents soon,” he says excitedly. You manage to be more reserved about it, though your heart rate does speed up when you notice Dave’s eyes on you longer than usual.

After dinner you offer to help tidy up while Jim and Carol start the movie. Really it’s just an excuse to be by yourself for a moment, but then Dave joins you, pouring himself a glass of scotch.

“Are you excited about trying for a baby?” he asks so casually.

In the years you’ve known him, he’s never spoken to you about personal things very often. “Yeah, I am,” you smile at him from the sink.

“How long have you and Jim been.. trying?”

It’s possible this is a normal question coming from a curious friend, but there’s always been something about Dave that gives off the impression that he’s anything but.

“Almost a year,” you answer.

“That’s a long time. Do you try pretty frequently?”

You make a sound of surprise, turning to fully face him. “That’s inappropriate.”

He puts his hands up. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He approaches you slowly. “I just meant it must be frustrating, putting in all that hard, fun work only to have your hopes dashed when you see blood the very next month.”

You’re rooted to the spot, knowing you should turn to leave and join the others, but it’s also intriguing, the way he speaks to you. “The new hormones are going to be a tremendous help,” you manage to say.

“Hmm. I bet you’re feeling all kinds of new things with these hormones.. even earlier at dinner I could tell.. you’ve got this unmistakable scent coming off you.. you’re probably ripe for someone to put a baby in you right now.” He towers over you, eyes roving your body in its feminine floral dress before his hands follow suit, gently tracing the outline of your curves. “You’d look so hot pregnant.. your hips getting wider, breasts getting bigger.. and it all starts with this.,” his hand sneaks under your skirt, skims along your inner thigh and finds your heat, evident through your cotton panties. “If your husband isn’t doing the job, why don’t I step in?”

“Dave,” you whisper, “Carol’s my best friend. I can’t..” but it feels too good and damn it he’s right: the hormones have given your libido a big boost. You take his hand and guide his fingers into your slick center. You both gasp quietly as he starts to stroke you with two fingers, then three when he sees you can take it. His lips trace delicately over your neck, just above your pulse point. Jesus, if his fingers fill you up this good, just imagine what he can do with that cock. “Fuck me,” you whisper.

“Are you sure?” His eyes are dark but there’s a kind of mirth there.

“Shut up Dave, just take me home.”

After making your excuse to Carol and Jim that you’re feeling unwell, Dave “offers” to walk you home, which is how you end up across the street, upstairs in the room you share with your husband. He’s relentless as he kisses you with soft mouth and playful tongue. You fumble together towards the bed, working in tandem to get each other's clothes off as quickly as possible. There's urgency in everything you do, even your breathing is heavy and erratic. Your dress goes over your head; you pull off his shirt and unbuckle his belt. Layers are pulled away until skin meets skin and at last he pulls your panties off, smirking to find them absolutely soaked. You lean over the bed, looking over your shoulder at him.

"Is this how Jim usually likes it?" Dave asks, running his hand admiringly over the curve of your ass.

You blush at the sudden random evaluation of your married sex life. "Well.. yes.."

Dave shakes his head, a little smile forming on his lips as he turns you around and lays you across the bed. "I want to see the look on your face when you cum." With that, he slides into you, relishing your expression as he fills you completely. Your legs wrap around his hips and your arms wrap around his neck, all while your bodies move in perfect harmony. "He doesn't fuck you very often, does he?" Dave whispers in your ear, sending tingles down your spine. "I can tell, the way your pussy is gripping me so tight, like you haven't been fucked in weeks.."

You start a smart comeback but it's impossible to think when he's moving against you like he's fucked you hundreds of times before. Jesus, no wonder Carol's always happy. Her husband's well-endowed and knows how to use it.

The sounds of your combined moans becomes rhythmic, Dave's body strong and powerful yet gentle with you. The bedsprings creak beneath your weight, skin smacks on skin, hands grab everywhere they can, lips meet heated flesh, words of lust become sighs and half-uttered phrases. When you come you clench around him, fingernails digging into his skin as a great wave of pleasure and relief flows through you and you cry out. Dave's eyes are on you, barely registering the slight pain of your nails in his back, feeling how you milk him with your greedy little pussy, and his body tenses against yours, his movements become faster and faster as he fucks you during your orgasm. You barely have time to come down before he starts you up again. You moan "Yes!" over and over, hips meeting every one of his frenzied thrusts. Dave looks smug and self-righteous watching you come for the second time. It's not until you feel him swell and pulse inside you that you panic. "Dave, don't!..." but it's too late. You feel several warm bursts when he presses deep against you. To your shock your body reacts eagerly, milking his cock for every drop he has to give. All this happens with your gaze locked on one another's, and as you pale with the realization of what you've just done, Dave only smirks and pushes forward one more time.

You gasp. "Dave, you weren't supposed to-"

"Quiet now. Lay still and keep your hips elevated. Wouldn't want all my hard work to go to waste." He disengages from you, taking a moment to watch his seed spilling out of you and he gently presses it back in. "Not a drop," he says, and gets up to get dressed.

Still in shock, you do as he says, body still reeling from the aftermath of the intense fucking he's just given you. "Don't.. don't tell Jim about this. Or Carol." A massive wave of guilt washes over you knowing you've been unfaithful to your husband and to your oldest, best friend.

"I won't say a word," Dave promises. "I have no doubt Carol would hate you forever and Jim.. well, Jim would be heartbroken. He's not exactly a fighter," he smirks. "And I'll tell you something else." He sits next to you on the bed, admiring the messy state of your hair, your flushed skin. "Jim's a good guy and a good friend. He deserves better than a wife who betrays him like this."

Anger replaces your trepidation and you push him away. "You're an asshole. Get out!"

He looks amused by all this, rather than shamed or defeated as a normal person would. "I'll be seeing you around, sweetheart. We're friends with each other's spouses. It's inevitable." He leans towards you and brushes his thumb against your cheek. "If this time doesn't take - which I doubt it won't - I'm happy to help out again."

Twelve weeks later Jim makes the happy announcement that you're expecting, after having tried for so long you've finally received a miracle. You manage to look contented and cheerful as your friends and family gather to celebrate the amazing news. Carol dotes over you, making sure you don't strain yourself for the baby's sake. You meet eyes with Dave, who's across the room watching you, a brazen little smirk on his face. He lifts his brow as if to ask the question you know he wants to ask, and all you can do is give a little nod.

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too-much-tma-stuff · 2 months ago

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What They Can't See (18+)

Requested by @traumafactory28: Invisibility exhibition kink jasonxdanny? 😃+ power bottom Danny

Danny and Jason were thrill seekers, had been since they were young, since long before they knew each other. They liked things extreme, fast, hard, and dangerous. That's what made them a match made in heaven, or maybe hell given the fucking trouble the two of them got into, sometimes literally! Their sex life was one of the best places to take such risks after all~

They would try just about anything at least once, but some of them were more exciting then others, and this one was particularly exciting to Danny. The risk of it, the thrill, and the use of his powers made it all his wheelhouse, and tonight he was in charge. If he had wanted to play it safe maybe he would have chosen a rooftop, or somewhere out of the way for their first public excursion. But what would the point be then?

"Are you sure you want to do this here?" Jason whispered to Danny, breathless with excitement and nerves, they were already invisible and intangible in the back row of a church, thoroughly ignoring the ongoing sermon.

"Of course I'm sure," Danny murmured back with a wicked grin. "They can't see or touch us, as long as we're quiet they won't even know we're here. Can you be quiet Jason~" Danny asked softly, palming Jason's dick through his pants making him inhale sharply.

"Sure I can," Jason hissed, agreeing to the challenge probably too quickly. "Can you?"

"We'll see," Danny practically giggled as he shifted off Jason's lap and knelt on the pew next to him, slowly and carefully he undid the belt of Jason's pants and unzipped them, easing them down over his hips. Danny leaned down and nuzzled Jason's cock through his underwear, tracing the clothes outline with his lips and making Jason shiver as his blood quickly rushed away from his brain taking any objections with it. Danny was keeping quiet but Jason could feel the slight vibration of his purr on his lips where they pressed against his member, a feeling that made Jason nearly feral every time.

Jason glanced around them, at the strangers with their backs to them facing the pulpit, and felt a shiver run down his spine and curl into pleasure in his gut. Of course they shouldn't be doing this, but no one knew they were there so... what was the harm? Danny was used to keeping up invisibility through fights to the fucking death! he could do it during sex.

Jason's attention was pulled back down when Danny tapped his leg, and when he looked back Danny offered him a bottle of lube. He must have brought it with him in his pocket which was good thinking. really. Jason nodded and took it from Danny.

The pop of the lid was the loudest noise they had made so far but no one looked up and Jason exhaled slowly as he reached back. He pushed down Danny's pants and underwear together, Danny lifted his hips higher to make it easier and Jason had to resist slapping Danny's ass because that would definitely be way to much noise. Instead he focused on pouring lube over his fingers while Danny pulled down Jason's underwear as well.

Jason bit his lip and tried not to moan as Danny licked along the length of Jason's dick before wrapping his lips around the tip and sucking. Jason breathed hard through his noise as Danny sunk down, refusing to make a sound and waiting until Danny's mouth was well and truly full before reaching down to push two slick fingers into Danny's ass. It seemed to take him by surprise and Jason was glad he had waited so the cut off moan Danny gave was muffled and soft. He smirked down at Danny, who rolled his eyes back but did not pull away.

Jason worked Danny open with practiced ease on both of their parts. Danny knew perfectly how to relax into it and accept the stretch, and Jason knew all the placed Danny liked to be touched to work him up faster. All the while Danny sucked Jason off, both to muffle himself and because he was being a brat trying to make Jason break his own silence, which he was keeping quite well even if he did say so himself.

Danny decided that was enough sooner that Jason expected, sitting up and pulling away from both Jason's dick and his fingers. He moved fluidly to straddle Jason's lap again, never breaking contact lest the invisibility drop leaving Jason exposed, in a church, with his erection fully out.

"Remember to stay quiet," Jason murmured to Danny, and got a firm nip on the neck for his troubles.

Danny took a deep breath as he reached down between his legs and gripped Jason's shaft firmly, making sure it stayed in place, and holding his breath as he sank down slowly. Jason loved the sight of Danny's eyes rolling back as he bottomed out on Jason's lap, finally letting out the breath he'd been holding in a shuddering sigh.

He closed his eyes tightly like he was concentrating hard, pressing his palms against Jason's chest as he rocked his hips to find just the right angle. It was Jason's turn to hold his breath as Danny rose up again.

When Danny noticed he smirked and raised one hand to cover Jason's mouth before practically slamming himself back down on Jason's cock forcing a startled little moan out against Danny's palm. Danny laughed silently and leaned in against Jason, nuzzling against his neck.

"Remember to stay quiet," He teased, before gently nibbling Jason's earlobe making him shiver. "Be a good boy now~"

Jason shivered with pleasure, even as he licked Danny's palm in retaliation. Danny only hummed and pushed two fingers into Jason's mouth to toy with his tongue instead which just wasn't fucking fair! He could have at least kissed Jason as Danny started to fuck himself down on Jason's dick like he was a sentient sex toy!

It wasn't fair how fucking strong, and sexy, and powerful Danny was! Jason was a goner for him, and a goner in this situation which was so delightfully wrong and risky it had adrenaline pumping through his veins like a wildfire as the congregation stood to sing.

The sound acting as a cover as Jason lost control shamefully quickly and moaned around Danny's fingers. He laughed at Jason but took pity on him, and kissed him to muffle his moan as he came, too soon, Danny hadn't cum yet. Danny pulled back from the kiss and smirked down between, looking at his own still hard prick as Jason flushed shamefully.

"It's okay Jason, you can make it up to me later," Danny giggled softly and kissed him one more time. "Let's go home before anyone gets suspicious."

#dc x dp #jason todd #dead on main #danny fenton #my writing #writing requests

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wehangout · 2 months ago

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Every piece of Kinktober 2024 filth for my feral friends. Thanks for all the October love 😘

🥧👊🐮🙏🗡️ 🥧👊🐮🙏🗡️ 🥧👊🐮🙏🗡️ 🥧👊🐮🙏🗡️

Day 1: Against A Wall/"God, you love it like this, don't you?" Day 2: Formal Wear/Love Bites/"Don't Make A Mess, Baby." Day 3: Anonymous Sex/"Harder." Day 4: Cream Pie/"You're so messy"/"Turn over, baby."🥧 Day 5: Deep Throat/"Oh, baby, you're drooling everywhere."🥧 Day 6: Shower/"Faster! Please, let me come!" Day 7: Bondage/"Be good for me and I'll untie you."👊 Day 8: Sex Toys/"I'm going to fucking ruin you."👊 Day 9: Overstimulation/"Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby."👊 Day 10: Fisting/"I never thought I'd hear you say that, fuck, that's hot."👊 Day 11: Leather/"I don't like getting off on my own."🐮 Day 12: Public/"We're really going to fuck here? What if someone see us?"🐮 Day 13: Tattoos/"You know, I could always get you off right here, right now." Day 14: Hate Sex/"Open your mouth for me, baby."🗡️ Day 15: Begging/"Beg for it."🙏 Day 16: Orgasm Denial/"Move an inch and you won't be coming tonight."🙏 Day 17: Edging/“I can’t- please- I can’t-”🙏 Day 18: Body Worship/"I want to see you, want to watch you come."🙏 Day 19: Sensory Deprivation/"Hands behind your back." Day 20: Knife Play/"I won't apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you're taken."🗡️ Day 21: Piercings/"You're so in for it when we get home." Day 22: Romantic Sex/"Slowly, baby, I'm not going anywhere." Day 23: Somnophilia/"You're still horny? Didn't I fuck you hard enough last night?" Day 24: Voice Kink/"Don't tease me."🗡️ Day 25: Temperature Play/"Who says I'm going to fuck you?" Day 26: Rough Sex/Choking/Breath Play/"Fucking is a reward, but you haven't been good."🗡️ Day 27: Phone Sex/"I don't want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do." Day 28: Gun Play/"Do you need to use your safeword, darling?" 🗡️ Day 29: Degradation/"I want it. I want to taste you." Day 30: Sexting/"Do you know what happens when you misbehave?"🗡️ Day 31: Size Kink/"Look how good you take it." 🗡️

🥧 - Series One 👊 - Series Two 🐮 - Series Three 🙏 - Series Four 🗡️ - Hitmen AU

#kinktober 2024 #gallavich kinktober 2024 #gallavich #gallavich fic #shameless fic #shameless #my fic #hit me up if there are any broken links

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the-boy-who-drank-the-stars · 6 months ago

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what if i told you heaven's not a place but a feeling?

Am I post blocked? -> Not yet bitches ^^

long intro below the cut

07/15/24 update: name + pronoun change :3

click here for follower event or search up # 100 stars join the sky

Finn/Quinn/Jess • he/she • audhd + madd + bpd • genderfluid + bisexual + polyamorous • minor • chronically confused I don't really care what names or pronouns you use, just mix it up please Nicknames include but aren't limited to: finnie boy, finnterest, shark finn, star, finn the human boy, finndus the crow king, finnie, finnalicious, finjestinn, jesserescogot, jessie, quintonton, quintum physics, and quinnie. (feel free to add more)

current hyperfixation: dead gay wizards spam sideblog: @hewhoswallowedthemoon i like to write, read, draw, and design things

gryffindor + cabin 11 + intp

fandoms:

harry potter

marauders

grishaverse

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send me asks for ask games

anything but the don'ts, really

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anyone else who supports hateful/immoral things

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mutuals

love you all to bits and pieces but i'll just tag a few

@darrencrissishotasfuck <- my wife, lovely person <3

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@aesthetic-writer18 <- my soon to be wife, james to my sirius

@murderous-butterfly <- my favorite dove here <3

@vivusmortuusexcrucior <- awesomesauce loser <33

@rheas-chaos-motivation <- shakespearan rival who has yet to sue me in court

@moon-sun-star-rat <- my favorite beta and lowkey aspire to be him

@tequilaqueen <- getting secretly unhinged older sister vibes from her

@picklerab23 <- not active rn but still a huge sweetheart <33

@jamespotterbbg <- I LIVE FOR HER MICROFICS

@prongspie <- feral dog vibes but he's cool

@ang3lic-t3ars <- supplies me with the foffers, pretty awesome sauce for that

@definitionoffuckup <- bro is ridiculously nice

@justaboymadeofhoneyandglass <- GAY (also cool)

@totalcharliespringsimp <- fellow richie tozier AND kit connor simp (he got me frfr)

sorry if i didnt tag you, you can ask to be added if you want

shoutout to my 3 lame ass siblings

luis (i forgot how to spell his name)

jarp who is Gender Personified

francis

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#finn's pinned #finn's intro #intro post #intro #blog intro #quinn's pinned #jess's pinned

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hippiegoth97 · 24 days ago

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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 37

Collage by me :)

Master List

Part 36

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, smut, alcohol use, drug use, light arguing, fingering, sex under the influence, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, choking, dirty talk, praise/degradation, squirting, fluff

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Part 37: Spellbound

Tuesday, October 31st, 1989

"Are you ready yet, sweetheart? We're gonna be late to Harrington's." Eddie says from the bedroom as you're affixing a long, blonde wig on top of your head. You're trying to secure it with some bobby pins, but they keep slipping out.

"Just a minute, Eds." You sigh, tugging the damn thing in place again and again, attempting and failing to keep it still. Eddie hears your strained grunts and swears, coming into the bathroom to see what the hell is going on.

"Need some help, princess?" He asks as he leans in the doorway, arms crossed. He's already dressed and ready to go in his costume. The handsome Westley from The Princess Bride. He's covered head to toe in all black, which isn't all that odd for him on a typical day. But man, he looks absolutely gorgeous in this getup. He's got his hair kept back under a tied head scarf, a leather mask covering the top half of his face. A billowy shirt with laces on the front covers his torso, well-fitted pants on his legs. Another strip of fabric is wrapped around his waist, a scabbard and fake sword resting on his hip. Leather boots and gloves finish the look, and a thin penciled-in mustache sits above his upper lip.

You're meant to be his beloved Buttercup, wearing a long, flowy red dress with a golden belt around your hips. You've got some basic flats underneath, no one will see your feet anyway. And of course, this thick, blonde wig is supposed to bring the vision together. But it just. Won't. Stay. "Yes, please." You sigh, giving up on finishing this task on your own. "Can you just hold it still so I can pin it? This damn thing is so finicky." You ask in frustration, waving your hands about.

"As you wish, my love." Eddie says in an English accent, bowing dramatically in the mirror's reflection.

"Get over here, you dork." You giggle at his playfulness, cheeks turning pink as he brings one of your favorite characters to life. It's gonna be hard not to be all over him tonight if he keeps it up.

"Right away, your highness." He says in that same voice. You know he's just hamming it up, but it's seriously turning you on. Your blush deepens to a more reddish hue, and Eddie's eyes sparkle when he takes notice. He makes his way over to you, his gloved hands meeting your waist for a moment. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Gettin' too warm in this dress?" He asks teasingly, his breath fanning against your neck. It sends a shiver up your spine, your eyes glued to his in the mirror. He chuckles at your awestruck face, slowly shaking his head. "You're gonna get me in trouble tonight, aren't you?" He asks, holding your gaze hostage. His hands squeeze your hips, drawing a breathy moan from you.

"M-maybe." You stutter, swallowing hard. You feel a familiar heat building between your legs, though you resist the urge to rub your thighs together. He'll only tease you more for it. He brings his lips right up to your ear, and you hold your breath in anticipation of the filthy thing he's undoubtedly going to say.

"You're lucky we're already late, babydoll. Otherwise, I'd lift this pretty little dress of yours and fuck you right here." His tone is low, almost a growl. His body just barely presses into yours, letting you feel his half-hard cock against your ass. Your pussy throbs, though he has no intention of starting anything right now. No, he's sure to tease you all night, until you're begging on your knees for him to rail you. Well, two can play at this game. But for now, you'll let him think this isn't a fair fight. You don't say anything else, and his expression softens to a loving smile again. "Now, let's get you ready to go." He says sweetly, lifting his hands away from your hips and up towards your head.

You position the wig where you need it to rest again, and Eddie holds it firmly in place while you pin it down. Thankfully, his helping hands finally get the damn thing to cooperate. You both let go, testing to see if it'll stay. You twist and shake your head around to make absolutely sure, and it doesn't budge. "Finally! Alright, let's go!" You cheer excitedly, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the front door.

The last couple of weeks since the two of you got back together have been absolutely amazing. Eddie's been sweeter than ever, if that's even possible. While you're off at school in the morning, he tidies up the apartment. Doing the dishes, scooping the litter box, making the bed. You always come back to a clean, organized home at the end of the day. It leaves you able to relax and put your feet up once you're both done with work in the evening.

He's been cooking up a storm, too. Trying out every new recipe he can find, either in the books you gave him, or even the new magazines he's started buying. Never did he think he'd exchange Playboy for Better Homes. You've been treated to all manner of cuisine, from enchiladas, to chicken fried rice, even roast duck. Eddie's become your very own Julia Child at this point, and you can't get enough. Everything he cooks is complete and utter magic, which leaves you begging for 'dessert' afterwards.

Speaking of, things have of course been unbelievably exquisite in that arena. Not one night has gone by without Eddie giving you some form of pleasure. Even if you're too tired to reciprocate, he doesn't care. He goes down on you anyway, letting you drift off to sleep while he cleans himself up afterwards. But you've done your best to make sure he's taken care of, too. He's been treating you like a queen, and you enjoy being as close and intimate with him as humanly possible. To sum up, life simply could not get any better than it is for you both right now. As one tricky man named Vizzini might say, that would be 'inconceivable'.

"There you two are! You're late!" Steve exclaims as he opens the door to let you and Eddie inside.

"Yeah, yeah. We know." You brush him off, giving him a curious once-over. He's dressed as Johnny from Dirty Dancing, donning some tight, rolled-up jeans and an even tighter black shirt. His hair is slicked back in the typical Swayze style, and he looks great. "Rad costume, Stevie." You compliment, pulling Eddie along by the hand to see who else has arrived at the party. It's pretty crowded already, a complete family affair. You survey the group, admiring their costumes for a moment before approaching.

Mom's dressed as a black cat, her signature costume for the last ten years. She's talking to Wayne by the punch bowl, who's dressed as Clint Eastwood from A Fistful of Dollars. The Wheelers are Wonder Woman and Superman, the Sinclairs are Cliff and Claire Huxtable from The Cosby Show. Erica is Whitney Houston, and Max is Ellen Ripley, the two of them chatting in a corner about some juicy gossip. Robin and a redhead you suspect is Vickie are Andie and Duckie from Pretty in Pink, dancing goofily in the living room to the music that's playing. Their costume is automatically the cutest of the bunch, they look amazing.

Even the Hopper/Byers clan are in attendance, coming all the way here for Nancy and Jonathan's wedding next week. Jim and Joyce are Paul and Holly from Breakfast at Tiffany's, looking as in love as ever. Jane is particularly bloody as Carrie White, pink prom dress and all. Jonathan and Nancy are Adam and Barbara from Beetlejuice, another great pick. And the remaining four kiddos, Mike, Will, Dustin, and Lucas are the Ghostbusters. You distinctly recall them having this costume a few years ago, but it appears they're sporting the gray jumpsuits from the second film this time.

It's so nice to have everyone in one place again. It's been quite some time since you've seen some of them. Everyone is just so busy with life, attending to their own goals and jobs, and school, and so on. Your heart swells at the smiles on everybody's faces, the happiness in the room swirling around you like a warm blanket.

"Shit, we're all a bunch of nerds!" Eddie chuckles loudly, drawing everyone's attention to your arrival.

"Y/N! Eddie!" Various voices cheer, many waves and smiles sent your way.

"You guys look great!" Robin compliments as she approaches, her arm wrapped around Vickie's waist.

"You're one to talk! You look totally bitchin', Rob! Easily the best-dressed here. And I'm guessing this is the lovely Vickie we've been hearing so much about?" You ask excitedly, so eager to finally meet her.

"Yeah, hi, it's nice to meet you! Y/N, right?" Vickie says sweetly, extending her hand to shake yours. You take it, nodding.

"Yep, that's me! And this is the love of my life, Eddie." You present your boyfriend to her, and they also exchange a quick shake.

"You are a very lucky girl, Rob. She's even prettier than you described her." Eddie says in a friendly tone.

"Oh, stop! She did not!" Vickie exclaims, waving her hand in disbelief.

"It's true, she never shuts up about you. And we love it." You reply, giving an affirming nod.

"Well, that's just too sweet." Vickie pouts playfully, turning to Robin to give her a warm kiss on the lips.

"Ugh, you guys are so cute!" You gush at their affection.

"Alright, enough with the love-fest. Here. You two need to catch up." Steve interjects, handing you and Eddie each a shot glass that's filled to the brim.

"Oh, be nice, Stevie." Robin chides.

"Nah, he's right. It's a party. Down the hatch. Right, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, looking at you while raising the glass toward his lips.

"Yep. Party time." You take the shot with him, swallowing as quickly as you can to avoid the thick burn of cheap vodka. You cough once it's down, a violent shiver working its way through you. "Fuck's sake." You suck in a breath, drawing a laugh from the others.

"That's okay, babydoll. You'll get used to it after a while." Eddie chuckles, completely unphased by the straight liquor. You suppose he's a bit more experienced with it than you. You usually mix your booze with something else to make it more palatable. "Another round, Harrington?" He asks.

"Yeah. Kitchen." Steve nods, leading the lot of you over. Nancy and Jonathan notice the five of you leaving the party, following to join you.

"Drinking without the soon-to-be-newlyweds?" Nancy asks as she and Jonathan pop their heads in the room.

"'Course not. Get in on this." Steve waves them over to the counter where he's setting up the shots. He pours them completely full again, trying to get the lot of you as fucked up as he can. He needs to loosen you guys up before his extra special date shows up. He's not sure you're all going to take it so well. Everyone takes one of the little glasses, raising them up. "A toast. To Nancy and Jonathan. May their marriage be full of love...a-and laughter and...all that other good shit." Steve says clumsily, having had a few already.

"Jesus, we'd better not let him make a speech at the wedding!" Jonathan jokes, earning laughs from all of you.

"I know, that was bad. Just...to Nancy and Jonathan!" Steve tries again, keeping it short and sweet this time.

"To Nancy and Jonathan!" The rest of you cheer, knocking back your shots as a group. Twisted faces and disgusted sounds fill the room as you swallow the alcohol. And then the doorbell rings.

"Who's that?" You ask, already starting to feel a little bit of a buzz. If you aren't careful, you'll be on your ass in no time.

"Um, my, uh, date." Steve answers awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Shit, really? Well, who is she? Gotta be a knockout, right?" Eddie asks teasingly, pulling you close to him by the waist.

"Yeah. You could say that. Lemme just一" Steve points toward the door as the bell rings once more, leaving the room abruptly.

"Well, that was weird. Did he tell you about this 'date', Rob?" You ask. If anyone would know who this mystery woman is, it would be her.

"I have no idea. The little shit seems to have kept it from me." She muses suspiciously.

"Yeah, just right over here, baby. Let's get you a drink." Steve says to his date as he leads her to the kitchen. His eyes avoid all of yours as he comes around the corner. And following close after him, dressed as the Baby to his Johnny, is Chrissy fucking Cunningham.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" You shout angrily as her eyes meet yours apprehensively. She's got her hair curled in a short Bob, dressed in the iconic pink dress from the film.

"What the fuck is she doing here?" Eddie asks, his grip tightening on your waist.

"I told you they wouldn't take it well, Steve." Chrissy says sadly, already about to turn away and head for the door.

"You're damn right! After what you did? No fucking way!" Robin adds, crossing her arms as she glares in the little slut's direction.

"Hey, now, quit it! I invited her, so she stays." Steve shouts over your protesting, carefully taking Chrissy's hand in his to keep her from running away.

"Of all the women in Hawkins, Steve...why her?" You ask furiously, staring daggers at the two of them. What the hell is he thinking?

"Look...we've been seeing each other for a couple of weeks." Steve explains, earning a collective groan from the room. "Come on! It's not like that!" He pleads with you all to understand. "We didn't plan for it. We ran into each other at the supermarket, and we got to talking. I really like her, you guys. I know things are...tense and everything, but she makes me happy. And JJ, too." He gives Chrissy an adoring look, one that she immediately returns. She's barely said a word since she showed up, but that glance says it all. She's moved on, trying to put her life back together. And Steve, he's been wanting something like this for so long. This could be the real deal for him. As much as it angers you to see her here, you want him to be happy.

Damn me for wanting to be a good friend, you think to yourself. You sigh, breaking the tense silence. "You really mean it, Stevie? You care about her, and her son? This isn't some fleeting hook-up thing?" You ask, unable to believe the words are even coming out of your mouth. Where's the real Y/N, and what have you done with her?

"Yeah. I care about her. A lot." Steve coos to Chrissy, his smile doubling.

"And you feel the same, Chrissy?" You ask. This is all you need from her, confirmation that your relationship isn't in jeopardy with her around.

"Yeah, I really do." She replies, breaking Steve's loving gaze to meet your eyes.

"Alright. Then we're square." You shrug, letting the issue go entirely. You reach over for the bottle of vodka, filling up your glass again. You down it with ease, not even flinching this time.

"Really?" The others ask in unison. You're being oddly mature about this, much to everybody's surprise.

"Yeah. Why not? It's Halloween, and it's a party. I'm tired of drama." You say calmly, going over to Chrissy for a moment. As much as you're willing to look past this, you need to at least give her one final warning. You stand right in front of her, crossing your arms seriously. You lean your face towards hers, just centimeters away. Your vodka-stained breath fans in her face. The room is so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. "But...if you so much as look at Eddie in a way that I don't like, I'm gonna kick your ass into next week. Got it?" You speak in a threatening tone, holding her stare with intense fury.

"Got it." She nods her head, unadulterated fear pooling in her widened pupils.

"Good. Now, let's party!" You switch off the intimidation tactics, becoming happy and bubbly again. It sends a collective shiver through everyone, how eerie it is that you can flip on a dime like that. "C'mon, Eds. I wanna dance." You take a stunned Eddie by the hand, dragging him out of the kitchen and towards the living room that serves as a dance floor. Some bullshit rock song is playing, loud and thrashing. Just what your body needs to move to right now. You want to let loose, to let go of all the shit you've been hanging onto once and for all.

"You alright, Y/N?" Eddie asks over the music as you turn your back to him and press your body against his. His hands meet your waist out of habit, swaying with you to the music.

"Yeah, I'm fine! I might already be a little tipsy, though!" You reply with a giggle, feeling a bit unsteady on your feet.

"That's alright. Just pace yourself, baby." Eddie politely warns, speaking lowly in your ear.

"I will, Eds. I just wanna have fun." You chuckle clumsily, turning yourself around to face him. Your arms sling over his shoulders, and your eyes meet his. He's looking a little uneasy, though he tries to hide it with a crooked smile. "What's wrong, love?" You ask him, hoping he's not worried about you causing a scene or something. It'd be rather rude of you to ruin the party for everyone.

"Nothin', sweetheart. I'm just surprised. I thought you'd kick her ass or something." He laughs nervously.

"I thought about it for a second. But, Steve looked so happy. I don't wanna stand in the way of that." You reply sweetly, replaying the unbelievably joyous expression you saw on Steve's face in the kitchen. You've never seen him look like that before. But you've seen Eddie look at you that way, the unmistakable face of love. You only hope Chrissy won't break Steve's heart. You'll definitely kick her ass if she does that.

"He sure did, huh? I've never really seen the guy be anything but sad or irritated before. Maybe Chrissy is who he's been searching for all this time." Eddie shrugs, trying to put himself on the same page as you on this. He won't lie, it made him pretty fucking angry to see her here, at first. And the fact that Steve would even get involved with her after everything that happened isn't great. But it's like you said, who are any of you to stand in the way of his happiness? It's not like your relationships are exactly conventional, either.

"I agree. They seem like a good pair. And I bet Steve is great with JJ, he's got that paternal instinct down pat." You smile.

"He certainly does, angel." Eddie smiles back, and the both of you allow the issue to rest. It's out of your hands now, and thankfully so. The two of you just want to enjoy this night, to hang out with your friends and family.

You and Eddie continue to dance for a while, bumping and grinding to the music and subtly teasing each other all the while. You have a couple more drinks, taking a break every so often to stop sweating and chat with the other guests. You catch up with Dustin about his time at Caltech, and Eddie talks to Wayne for a little bit over by the snacks. Your eyes glance over at their conversation, finding them looking rather hushed and secretive. You aren't sure what it's about, but you catch their eye at one point, and they give you identical smiles and waves to deter you from investigating. You put it out of your mind for now, it's probably just another amazing surprise of some kind that Eddie loves to spring on you.

After another rousing round of dancing and holding each other close, you find yourselves needing some cool fall air to turn down the heat a little. You head outside to the pool deck, making a spot for yourselves in a couple of lounge chairs. You sit down beside each other, and Eddie pulls a joint from some mysterious place inside his costume. You watch wordlessly as he lights it between his lips, taking a deep hit before handing it off to you.

"You gonna share that?" Robin asks, startling the both of you as her and the others have followed you outside.

"Shit." Eddie coughs as he's caught off guard, smoke billowing out of his mouth. "Yeah. Join the party." He grins through his light hacking, gesturing at the empty chairs for them to take a seat. He also gets up from his own chair to make some room, snuggling up with you on yours. The other three couples pile onto the remaining loungers, keeping each other warm in the biting night air. You take your turn with the joint, inhaling deeply and giving it to the person to your right, who happens to be Robin.

"Thanks." She smiles, putting her lips to the end of the small roll.

"You bring any more, Munson? I doubt one little joint is enough for eight people." Steve asks at the very end of the line, with Chrissy half-laying on top of him.

"No shit, Harrington. Though I have my reservations about sharing with you and your...date." Eddie narrows his eyes a little in their direction, earning a light smack on his chest from you.

"Play nice, baby. We can stand to make a dent in the ridiculously large stash Rick gave you when you stopped dealing." You scold, gesturing for him to procure another joint for the new lovebirds.

"Alright, hang on." Eddie sighs, digging around inside his clothes to pull out the goods. "Pass these over, Rob." He says, giving three joints to her to transport down the line. One for each couple, that oughta do it. Robin returns the lit one you'd originally passed to her, taking the fresh ones in exchange. "Everybody happy now?" He asks, still sounding somewhat peeved.

"Yeah." Steve says with a pleased smile, pulling out his lighter.

"And what do you say when your good friend Eddie gives you drugs?" Eddie questions, expecting some goddamn gratitude for providing extra entertainment.

"Thank you, Eddie." The others say teasingly.

"Damn right." He nods, happy with the response. "Quit hoggin' it, babydoll." He chuckles, snatching the half-gone joint away from you.

"Sorry." You giggle, exhaling a cloud of smoke. You lay your head on Eddie's chest, waiting for your turn again. After a few minutes, the world starts to slow down. It appears you're already feeling the effects. You listen to the sizzling of the joints burning away, the sounds of heavy breathing as everyone lets out lazy streams of white into the still air. Your hands and face become highly aware of the feel of Eddie's costume against your skin, your head lightly nuzzling into his chest while your hands drag up and down his body as if wallowing through molasses.

"Jesus, it always hits you so hard, sweetheart." Eddie laughs, watching the hazy image of you feeling him up. The contact does feel really good, which is making him get a little hard inside his tight pants. He's gonna have to steal you away to some empty part of the house in a minute if you don't stop.

"Sorry, you just feel so nice." You sigh dreamily, lifting your head up to meet his reddened eyes. You find his Cheshire smile waiting for you, which means one thing, and one thing only. You're turning him on. He's still got the joint pinched between his fingers, only a couple drags left. "Now who's hoggin' it?" You ask with a sexy pout, tapping your thumb and forefinger together for him to hand it over.

"Ugh, get a room!" Robin teases, falling into a cackling fit afterwards. Vickie follows shortly after, and the others as well. It appears everyone isn't too far off from where you're at, their minds turning to mush as the weed takes over their systems.

You look over at the other pairs, namely Steve and Chrissy at the far end. They've stopped laughing rather quickly, and Chrissy is straddling Steve's lap while heavily making out with him. Normally, that sight would bother you, remind you of a certain housewarming party that shall remain nameless. But watching their tongues tangle together while their hands wander aimlessly...it's actually kinda hot. It makes you highly aware that there's a sexy metalhead you're laying on top of right now, which leaves you suddenly wanting him so badly.

"Hey, Eds?" You whisper to him, trying your best not to laugh as you speak. You're biting your lip so hard to keep the giggles in, very amused with the inappropriate things oozing around in your mind.

"Yes, angel?" He says just as quietly, also struggling to hold it together.

"Once we finish this, you wanna sneak off somewhere? Just you and me?" You ask lowly, giving him your best attempt at 'fuck me' eyes.

"You read my mind, princess. Go on, don't waste it." Eddie replies in a smooth growl, coaxing you into taking the last hit. You do, inhaling as much smoke as your lungs can take. You hold it in, bringing your face closer to his. He picks up on what you're doing, allowing you to press your mouth to his, shotgunning the smoke past his lips. You both hum into the kiss, unable to resist rolling your tongues together while he holds the smoke inside as long as he can. You feel absolutely drenched between your legs already, wanting so badly to straddle him on this chair and have your way with him. He carefully pushes you away to exhale, his eyes burning with desire as the smoke flows outwards. The two of you stand up without another word, stumbling as your bodies feel much lighter than usual. Eddie takes your hand, leading you towards the house to find a place to fuck your brains out.

"Where are you two going?" Jonathan asks dumbly.

"I think we all know where they're off to, dude." Steve chuckles, giving Eddie a thumbs up as Chrissy kisses his neck and claws at his chest. "Just don't make too much of a mess, yeah?"

"No promises, Harrington. This one's...unpredictable." Eddie chuckles cockily, winking at Steve.

"Eddie!" You gasp, smacking his chest with the back of your hand.

"Sorry, angel. C'mon." He sweetly apologizes, flashing his best puppy eyes at you. You let his comment slide, focusing on the task at hand. His arm goes around your waist, and the two of you return to the warmth of the house. You manage to sneak past everyone in the party. You'd hate to be interrupted by an unwanted conversation right now. Especially when all you can think about is ripping each other's clothes off. Eddie leads you upstairs, the din of the party becoming muffled as he pulls you into Steve's parent's room. "Go into the bathroom, Y/N." He orders politely as he closes and locks the door.

"Why?" You ask with a giggle, wondering what he's up to.

"'Cuz I wanna look at you in the mirror while I fuck you, baby." He explains seductively, his tongue playing at the corner of his grinning lips.

"Oh, okay." You do as he says, going into the rather spacious bathroom connected to the bedroom. You position yourself in front of one of the twin mirrors, your hands resting on the edge of the sink. Eddie walks in behind you, slowly looking over your body.

"Been thinkin' about this all night, babydoll. I wish we were still at home, but this'll have to do." He speaks lowly in your ear once he reaches you, his hands meeting your hips again. Just like at the apartment. His masked face looks at yours in the reflection, his eyes blown wide with lust. Eddie moves your synthetic hair to the side, lowering his head to kiss your neck.

"Eddie." You immediately melt into him, feeling his bulge poking into your ass like it was a few hours earlier. He sucks your flesh harshly, heating you up from the inside out. The weed has heightened your senses, as it always does.

"Bend over, Y/N. I need you now. I don't wanna wait." He says, his voice burning with desire. You do as he commands, resting your forearms on the counter to lower yourself for him. His hands slide down your hips, reaching to pull the long skirt of your dress upwards. He folds it over your back, revealing your completely bare pussy that's already started dripping on the floor. "Fuck, sweetheart. No panties? Someone's been a naughty princess." Eddie chuckles darkly, bringing a gloved hand between your spread thighs. The leather meets your throbbing clit, making you moan aloud. He doesn't stay there long, his eyes glued to yours as he slips two fingers past your soaked entrance with force.

"Eddie!" You cry out as he rapidly curls his clothed digits inside of you. There's no doubt your juices are making a mess of the leather.

"Better keep it down, love. I'd hate for Claudia to hear what I'm doing to her sweet little sugarpuff." He teases you with his words, in a way that's borderline cruel. But you like it, you want him to be rough and dominating again. He's been so sugary sweet lately, which you appreciate very much. But when he takes control and sexually bullies you, that will always be your favorite version of Eddie. He continues to warm you up, though you truly didn't need much of it to begin with. You can't stop letting out desperate little moans as the pleasure is so overwhelming. This is probably another favorite thing of yours, having sex with Eddie while you're both high out of your minds. "You gonna be a good girl and keep quiet for me? Or do I have to shut you up?" Eddie asks, giving your ass a good smack with his free hand.

"Fuck." You mutter at the harsh sting, which quickly melts down into a warm buzz towards your core. Your head falls forward toward the sink, all you can focus on is the feeling of Eddie's fingers making you all wet and sticky.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." He commands you again, his tone carrying a well-established warning. If you don't behave, he'll stop altogether. Your punishment? He'll make you watch as he jerks himself off, not allowing you to touch him, or yourself. And you can't have that.

"Sorry. I'll be good, I'll be quiet. I promise." You reply breathlessly, forcing your head up to meet his fiery gaze.

"Good girl." He slaps your ass again, harder this time. You bite down on your lip to muffle your scream, almost hard enough to draw blood. "You ready for me, angel?" Eddie asks sweetly, continuing to finger you while he unties the strings on his pants.

"Yes, love. I want you so bad, I need you inside me." You pathetically beg for him to give you want you've been craving all night.

"That's what I like to hear, sweetheart." Eddie smirks as he pulls out his stiff cock, stroking it lazily in his hand. His eyes drop down for a moment, and he lets out a low groan once he sees just how drenched you are. "Jesus christ." Your juices are pooling in the palm of his glove, having spread all down the fingers and wrist. That's definitely going to leave the lasting scent of your sweet little pussy in the fabric.

"Just for you, Eds." You giggle lustfully, very pleased with yourself and the mess you've made. You know how crazy it drives him to see you so goddamn wet, and to have the knowledge that your cunt is just waiting...aching for him to fill you up. Eddie doesn't say anything, far too zeroed in on how much he's dying to be inside you. He positions his cock underneath the hand that's still fingering you, sliding his leaking tip across your clit a few times. "Baby, please...don't tease me." You whine, unable to help wiggling your hips a little as you become impatient.

"Just a sec, princess. Lemme feel you first, you're already such a fuckin' mess for me." Eddie pants, eyes threatening to roll back as your juices slick over him.

"Eddie..." You whimper helplessly, your clit sparking with every slip of his dick between your legs. Everything feels too damn good, and he's barely done anything at all.

"Shh, it's alright, babydoll. I'll give you what you want." Eddie coos, carefully slipping his fingers out of you, and immediately replacing it with his long, thick cock. He slides inside like a knife through butter, your walls greeting him with an affectionate squeeze. "Ah...fuck." His head falls forward for a moment as he's overcome with pleasure.

Meanwhile, you're bent over with your breath caught in your throat, unable to comprehend how amazing such a simple gesture feels. You both stay still for a moment, staring at each other in the mirror with awestruck faces. Your pussy repeatedly clenches around Eddie's length, completely outside of your control. It's like the innermost part of you is doing the talking now, screaming for its life to get what it wants. Needs. He grabs hold of your hip, your leftover arousal wetting your bare skin. His other hand reaches around to cup your throat, ready to put on the pressure once he starts thrusting. Without any words spoken, Eddie slowly pulls back, before slamming back into your weeping hole.

"Fuck..." You moan together as quietly as you can, the vulgar word leaving your mouths as a half-mangled wail. Every single inch of him can feel each last centimeter of you, and vice-versa. Your nerve-endings have been set aflame, charges of electric pleasure shocking through you in an unstoppable current. This-less-than secret screw certainly won't take long, but that doesn't mean you won't enjoy every last moment of it. Eddie starts pumping his hips, gliding his dick in and out of your cunt with ease. He moves steadily, not too fast, not too slow. The perfect speed to keep you both going for as long as possible.

"Shit, you're so fuckin' wet, baby." Eddie groans as he thrusts, dribbles of your arousal spilling out around the seams where your bodies meet. You're creating quite the puddle between his boots. "Mm, I love this pussy, sweetheart. You know that?" He asks breathily, his eyes following his length disappearing inside you again and again, coming out more shiny every time.

"Yeah, and I love your cock, Eds...So big, always able to make me feel better than anything else could." You reply, your brains turning to sludge as he fucks you. The overpowering sensation is nonstop, filling your entire being with warm, fuzzy feelings of bliss. Eddie squeezes lightly on your throat now, making your head even lighter than it already was. You let out a strangled moan at the action, relishing in how delicious the leather feels around your neck.

"That's it, such a good little slut. You always take me so well, babydoll." Eddie purrs, increasing the pressure on your throat the tiniest bit. He smirks at your eyes rolling back, the muted sound that begs to leave your windpipe. He slams his hips against you once, another noiseless emission forming on your lips. He does this a few more times, bringing you very close to the edge. He lets go of your neck to let you breathe, grasping your other hip now to focus on railing you to your climax.

"Am I better than her, Eds?" You ask, unsure how that private thought has slipped out. Eddie stops for a second, eyes widening in confusion.

"What?" He asks, wondering what you're talking about. In his mind, there's no one else. Only you. Only you can drive him this insane. Only you can make him rock hard with a single glance. Only you can make him cum as intensely and as often as he does. Not a single other person he's been with holds a candle to you.

"Am I better than Chrissy, Eds? Is my pussy sweeter? Tighter? Wetter?" You ask again, clearer this time. You already know the answer, but you want to hear it from him. You have to. You don't know why, but you have to.

After a moment, it dawns on him, and he tuts. "Oh, sweetheart. Of course you are. You're better than anyone else in the entire world, Y/N." He says, lovingly stroking your waist in his hands for a moment. "Turn around, baby. And hop up for me." Eddie kindly instructs, pulling out and backing up to give you some room. You do as he asks, resting on the very edge of the counter. He puts himself between your legs, which quickly wrap around his back to keep him close. "I love you so much, angel. You're everything I've ever wanted. You know that, don't you?" He speaks affectionately, bringing his cock back to your needy entrance. He slips inside just as easily as before, if not moreso. Breathy moans leave your mouths, and Eddie's arm wraps around you to make you feel safe and secure.

"I know, Eds. And I feel the same, I love you more than anything." You reply, barely able to form a sentence as that sweet, all-consuming feeling returns to you. You gaze deep into each other's eyes, breath fanning between you in a heady cloud of weed and vodka. "Now, are you gonna rail me, or what?" You ask lowly, very eager to get things going again.

"Anything for you, sweetheart." He chuckles darkly, pressing a bruising kiss to your lips. His tongue finds its way into your mouth in no time, tangling with yours as he starts to build up his rhythm again. You whimper down each other's throats, hands grasping wherever they can reach. His clamped on your hips, yours clawing into his back.

"More, baby. Fuck me harder. I need you to ruin me." You plead between hungry kisses, your orgasm growing to a boil once more. He gives you what you want, his thighs slamming loudly against the cabinets below as he rams himself into you.

"Is this better, love?" Eddie asks through his panting.

"Yes! Fuck, Eds...feels so good. Don't stop." You answer, scratching deep into his back through his billowy shirt.

"I wouldn't dream of it, baby." He grunts, pushing himself to go harder. "Shit, you're so perfect inside, angel. Not gonna last much longer." He moans as the slick sounds of your pussy mingle loudly with the repeated banging against the cabinet doors. You're making quite a lot of noise, despite Eddie's warning to keep it down before. Self-control has gone at least half-way out the window at this point. Someone can probably hear you two going at it, if not everyone in the entire house. But honestly, no amount of shame on earth could ruin the growing swell of love and ecstasy you're both feeling right now.

"I'm so close, Eds. Make me cum, baby. I wanna soak your cock, wanna feel you cum inside me." You spit the words out in a jumbled whimper, unable to help yourself. You're a complete mess inside and out, clinging to Eddie for dear life, sweat pooling in the back and underarms of your dress.

Eddie's not doing much better in composing himself. He's grunting and groaning in your ear, because his head has fallen to rest on your shoulder to have some semblance of stability. His hands are digging so deep into your hips, sure to leave gloriously dark bruises for your admiration tomorrow. "Gonna fill you so good, sweetheart...have my load drippin' down your thighs all night...and no one will know but us, what a filthy little slut you are...just for me. Right, babydoll?" Eddie mumbles mindlessly between thrusts, though you hear every last word loud and clear.

"Yes, baby. Your slut, all yours." You nod your head as you speak, eyes falling shut as your climax hits you like an eighteen-wheeler speeding down the highway. "Eddie!" You cry out his name, far, far too loud for anyone not to notice. But it's too late for you to care, as unearthly pleasure slices its way across your body. It tears you to pieces, rearranging you into an entirely new being like some kind of fucked-up jigsaw puzzle. And you love every second of it. Your legs tremble around Eddie's waist, insides clamping down on his cock. Your nails slash across his back, with such force that you hear the abrupt riiiiiip of his shirt cutting through the typical sounds of sex. Your pussy gushes wetly with hot, sticky cum that covers your thighs and his, as well as spilling sloppily onto the floor.

"Y/N...oh my god..." Eddie gasps in surprise at just how phenomenal you squirting on him feels this time around, his own high taking hold. "Fuck, baby..." He chuckles in disbelief, allowing his hips to buck lazily as he pumps his thick load inside your spent cunt. He doesn't expect much of it to stay inside, given that you're still leaking everywhere. But he's far too satisfied and smiling to care anymore.

Your tired bodies collapse into each other, the both of you breathing so hard as your hearts pound relentlessly. "I love you, Eds." You say, swallowing thickly as your throat has become rather dry.

"I love you too, Y/N." Eddie replies, carefully pulling his softened dick out of you. Another splash of your mixed release comes with it, joining the massive flood on the tiles below. Your heads drift down to follow it, eyes widening at the aftermath. "Jesus, sweetheart." He murmurs, using every ounce of self-control in his body to not fall to his knees and lick up every last drop.

"Steve's gonna be pissed." You blurt, causing you both to burst out laughing. You spend a little too long cackling, your faces going red and lungs burning until you eventually calm down.

"We'd better clean this up. I don't want Harrington sending us a bill or something." Eddie says, clearing his throat to keep from laughing again. He puts his cock away, tying up his pants. He helps you off the countertop, making sure you don't slip on the huge puddle. The two of you find some towels and cleaning spray to take care of the mess. It doesn't take long, and once you clean yourselves off a little and toss the soiled towels in a nearby hamper, you head back downstairs to the party. The festivities appear to still be in full swing once you return, everyone's drinking and dancing and chatting as they were before. It doesn't seem like anyone actually heard you at all, much to your surprise. "Drink, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, guessing you're probably in need of some water.

"Yes, please." You reply softly, nodding. He briefly leaves you, and you approach Robin and Vickie who are sitting on the couch. Vickie is in Robin's lap, legs laid sideways to keep her skirt from riding up. Robin's arms are wrapped around her waist, holding her nice and close. They really are a pretty pair. They look so perfect for each other, despite this being the first time you've seen them together.

"So, how was it?" Robin asks cheekily as you sit down beside them.

"Ugh, amazing. You have no idea." You answer with a blissful sigh, your head falling to rest on the back of the couch. You feel so perfectly relaxed right now, like everything is exactly as it should be.

"Well, I'd hope so. We could all hear you...loud and clear." She teases, falling into a fit of laughter afterwards.

"Yeah, I figured as much. But honestly, I don't even care." You shrug with a light chuckle, still sitting pretty on cloud motherfucking nine. Eddie finds you staring at nothing on the ceiling a couple minutes later, with water and a plate of snacks in hand.

"Still feelin' it, angel?" Eddie asks with a smirk, lazily drawing your eyes to his.

"Oh, yeah. Big time." You reply, forcing yourself to stand so Eddie can sit under you. You return to his lap, and he places the snacks over yours. "Ooh! I'm starving." You chirp, immediately picking up a cheese cube and popping it in your mouth, moaning quietly at the taste.

"You'd better share, babydoll. Greedy girls get punished." Eddie growls in your ear, gently nipping the lobe between his teeth. He's still reeling after what you did together upstairs. The image of your sweet juices all over the floor is stained on his less-than-sober mind. He's getting all hot and bothered again just thinking about it.

"I'm counting on it." You purr, turning your head to look at him as you pick up a pretzel from the plate. You bring it up to your lips, taking it into your mouth and munching slowly. You put in another, and another, not breaking his stare as you slowly eat away at the food. You pick up one more, holding it between your fingers and gesturing for Eddie to open up. Thinking you're finally going to share, he does. But you quickly reroute it inside your own mouth instead, giggling with delight as you chew.

Eddie chuckles darkly, shaking his head in thinly-veiled frustration at your disobedience. "Oh, you're gonna regret that when we get home, honey." He says, his voice carrying a tone you know all too well. A tone that means you won't be getting a wink of sleep tonight. Not until your ass is spanked raw, and your pussy is left overflowing with load after load of his cum.

To be continued...

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year ago

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Otis B Driftwood x Reader || Excerpt

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Nasty Pimp: *Tries to put hands on you* Otis (Who is nastier): 💥!🖕🖕🏒!🔨!🔨!... 🩸.. 🩸.. 🩸...

Warnings!!!!: The setting is a nasty home-brothel, the main characters are you, Otis and a gross pimp called Ritchie Fat-Tits McCoy, and uh- oh yeah, genitalia mutilation. I think that covers it.

"Hey- what do you we have, here?"

"Otis!" You cry, relief flooding through you as you slip away from the guy (Ritchie 'Fat-Tits' McCoy, brothel owner and yours and Otis' and the others' host for tonight's night of depravity) and jumping up from the couch which you're pretty sure is the home to some feral mammal by the smell and the... movement. Otis' dark, heavy-set eyes follow you carefully and non-too-happily as you get behind him, where you feel safe, before roaming down to Ritchie again.

"... So? Y'gonna answer me?"

Ritchie does not understand the peril he is in right now, grinning lazily back at Otis. "Aw, mate don't be like that. The bitch and I were just talkin'- You cant blame me for gettin' a few feels in too; What can I say?" His eyes float over to your thighs shifting in his mammalian infested couch to make his bulge more comfortable. "I'm an animal."

Your lips form a firm line, your eyes hardening as you look away; Feeling sick.

... Otis gives a huff, almost a chuckle, a sound that could almost denote pleasantness if you didn't know him well- or even not so well- or you didn't just look at his face. You don't need to look at his face, because you do know the bastard well, but you can picture it; An evil sneer dragging his face apart and a murderous sparkle in his dead-eyes as he glances around the room . "... cant blame you, huh?? Ehh, well... "

"No harm no foul- Didnt even get my fingers wet." Ritchie shrugs, still not getting it. He is two seconds from irreparable brain damage, or losing his nut sack- if he's lucky. "Just c'mon, siddown with me and- hey, Cass! Grab us 2 warm beers, and don't you fucken spit in them again yeah? Not into that, no- I'm not into that fucken shit!"

You watch as Otis' eyes flicker to a broken hockey stick, just one of the useless, dank trash-things thrown around in this shit-hole; The edge sharp, jagged and dipped in some dark mystery liquid. Casually, he picks it up and you peer around him to catch a smirk on his scary face. Oh, no.

"Ritch, you have got some balls on you." Otis comments, hitting one palm with the end of the hockey gently; Testing its durability.

"... huh?"

Then there was screaming. Blood curdling, all-consuming man-screaming. With one calculated and yet savage thrust, Otis has forced the infected, jagged end of that old broken hocket stick directly into Ritchie's bulge. And its like something popped, because with a crack and a squish, there's suddenly blood, everywhere.

You just stand there, eyes wide and frozen. You were expecting it, but its still horrible.

After twisting the jagged wood in his groin, Otis yanks it out and drops the weapon off to the side; Every movement methodical, and tired. Almost like he didn't even take joy in what he's just done, he just felt like it needed to be done. Eyes flickering over to him, you reach for his arm and wrap you arms around it, almost in a traumatised trance.

He allows you to curl around his arm, but his attention is still on Ritch- writhing and hands twitching towards the bloody, meaty mess. Still screaming and yelling.

"What can I say? Heheh." Finally, a genuine grin slips across Otis' mouth. "I'm an animal, Ritch! We're all just animals, right?" Suddenly the smile's wiped off his face again, as you watch; Your fingers tighten on him simultaneously. He truly is, completely insane. "Cant fucken blame me."

Ritchie doesn't say a damn thing, though you aren't sure he could if he wanted to. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch sight of both Spaulding and Baby sighing and dropping whatever they were doing; Ready to go now since Otis ruined the fun. While all the blood in his body seems to gush out of the filthy bastards privates and he grows sickly pale, Otis shakes you off his arm abruptly, just to throw it over your shoulders, instead, pulling you warm into his body. He smells and theirs old and fresh blood alike soaking his shirt, but you're used to it. And you're happy to have your freak wrapped around you, protecting you, making you warm.

"C'mon now, sweethart- I'm sure we can find somethin better to do tonight." Turning you both, Otis starts towing you out of the gross little home brothel. "See ya, Ritch. Have a fucken night."

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clariannahoney · 5 months ago

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Seduced by the Vampire Prince Part 2

Jungkook's grip tightened around her hand as he led her deeper into the hidden recesses of his mansion. The walls were lined with ancient artifacts, each one whispering tales of a darker past. She followed him in silence, her heart pounding against her ribcage, a mix of fear and anticipation swirling within her.

"We're here," Jungkook announced, stopping before a heavy, ornate door that seemed to pulse with an eerie energy. He turned to face her, his eyes glowing with a predatory light. "This is where your transformation begins."

Her breath caught in her throat as he pushed open the door, revealing a chamber bathed in red light. The air was thick with the scent of incense, and the flickering shadows cast by candles created an atmosphere both seductive and sinister. Jungkook stepped aside, allowing her to enter first.

Inside, she saw symbols etched into the stone floor, arranged in a complex pattern that seemed to throb with life. Jungkook followed her in, closing the door behind them with a resounding thud that echoed through the room.

"Strip," he commanded, his voice echoing off the stone walls.

She hesitated for a moment, then began to remove her clothes, her hands trembling. Jungkook watched her intently, his gaze ravenous. When she stood before him completely exposed, he approached, his fingers trailing over her skin like ice.

"You are ready," he declared, leading her to the center of the ritual circle. He positioned her so that she stood facing him, their bodies close enough to feel each other's heat.

"Tonight, you will become one of us," Jungkook whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "But first, you must endure the pain."

He stepped back, reaching for a dagger that lay on a nearby altar. The blade glinted in the dim light, casting sharp shadows across his face. She swallowed hard, her body tensing in anticipation of what was to come.

"This will hurt," he warned, his voice soft yet firm. "But it is necessary."

Without waiting for a response, Jungkook sliced the blade across his palm, blood welling up instantly. He held his hand out to her, offering the wound. "Drink," he ordered.

She hesitated, her eyes fixed on the crimson liquid that dripped from his hand. With a deep breath, she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his palm and drinking deeply. The taste of his blood filled her mouth, metallic and potent, sending a surge of power coursing through her veins.

As she drank, Jungkook began to chant, his voice low and rhythmic, weaving a spell around them. The symbols on the floor glowed brighter, the air crackling with energy. She felt her consciousness slipping, the world around her blurring into shades of red.

When she finally pulled away, gasping for air, Jungkook moved closer, his eyes burning into hers. "Now, the final step," he murmured, his hand trailing down her body to rest between her thighs.

She shuddered at his touch, her body responding instinctively to his command. Jungkook smiled, a feral grin that sent a thrill through her. "Open yourself to me," he demanded, his fingers parting her folds.

She obeyed, her legs trembling as she spread wider, exposing herself fully to his gaze. Jungkook knelt before her, his tongue darting out to taste her essence. She cried out, her hands gripping his hair as waves of pleasure washed over her.

"Yes," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "Feel it all."

His fingers delved deeper, exploring every inch of her as his tongue worked its magic. She arched her back, her body writhing beneath his ministrations. The room spun around her, the boundaries between pleasure and pain blurring until they became one.

Jungkook rose to his feet, positioning himself above her once more. His erection pressed against her entrance, hard and insistent. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with desire, her body aching for release.

"Take me," she begged, her voice hoarse with need.

With a fierce growl, Jungkook thrust into her, his movements wild and unrestrained. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his back as he claimed her in a frenzy of passion. The room filled with the sounds of their mingled breaths and the slap of flesh against flesh, the air thick with the scent of their combined arousal.

As he pounded into her, Jungkook leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Cum for me," he whispered, his voice a seductive growl. "Show me how much you want this."

The command pushed her over the edge, her body convulsing around him as she came with a shuddering release. Jungkook followed soon after, his own climax hitting him hard as he buried himself deep inside her. They lay there, entangled in each other's arms, the world outside forgotten.

After a moment, Jungkook withdrew, moving to sit beside her. He reached out, cupping her face in his hands. "Welcome to your new life," he said, his tone serious. "From now on, you belong to me."

She stared at him, her mind racing with thoughts of what this meant. Jungkook leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. "Don't worry," he murmured against her mouth. "I'll take care of you."

As the kiss deepened, the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in their own private universe.

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ex0rin · 1 year ago

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End Of Year

continuing the tradition this year:

Fandom: HydraTrashParty (January-July) Fic Count: 37 Word Count: 115,925

Fandom: The Boys/ Jack Quaid RPF (August-December) Fic Count: 12 Word Count: 42,049

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Top Three (Kudos)

The Other Stuff (The Boys) - Butcher/Hughie

Ein Gift (TFATWS) - Zemo/Bucky, Rumlow/Winter Soldier (past)

Something to Remember (CA:TWS) - Rumlow/Winter Soldier

Top Three (Personal) (under the cut)

Easy Intel (CA:TWS) - Rumlow/Steve Rogers

Rumlow’s not expecting the pretty blond who ducks into the hallway with timing a little too perfect for Rumlow to mark down as accidental, she glances up as they pass and, oh, he certainly knows her well enough that he could blow her cover when Steve says a friendly and neighbourly hello in passing; he makes a mental note to update their Intel later and make sure to include Sharon Carter’s name as a possible risk before giving her a wink on the way by while Rogers isn’t looking. It’ll be twice as fun tonight if Steve’s place turns out to be bugged by SHIELD as well as Hydra.

OR: Rumlow has a thing for sticking his cock in super soldiers that could snap his spine; more Intel on Steve Rogers was just an added bonus.

Running Lines (The Boys, RPF) - Karl/Jack (Butcher/Hughie)

This doesn’t feel like Karl to him at all, this feels like – Almost like – “Butcher,” he says, breathes. Karl's smile goes a little wider, a little feral at the edges, dangerous is what it is and Jack tries to swallow around the way the older man clenches his fingers a little more, effectively cutting off Jack’s ability to take another gasping breath. "Ah," Karl starts - just a low, rough exhale, "you wanna play do you Hughie?"

OR: Jack goes to run lines with Karl, gets more than he bargained for (but exactly what he wanted)

‘Til the End of the Line (Series, CA:TWS) - Steve/Bucky, Rumlow/Bucky

It might finally break what's left of him if Steve knew the way he's had to dig his nails into his palms hard enough to draw blood just to shape his breath into the sound of a moan.

OR: Steve will never be able to give Bucky what he needs

We're about 70k less than last year but that'll happen with a mid-year fandom switch up 😅 As always, so much love to all my pocket-friends and cheerleaders/ readers this year but especially to:

@sparklingbinjuice @5ummit @billyboyblue @the-ravening @unlikelymilliner @ladyshallots @crushcandles & @semains

Here's to more words (more smut) in 2024 ❤️

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munsonfamilyband · 2 years ago

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Part 5 of Different Meeting AU

This part is going to be very sappy, enjoy! The boys do imply a little bit more about their sex life so TW for this part: implied sexual content, discussion of torture, mentions of character death

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After Steve left the trailer park, he strapped the new bag of Eddie's things to his bike with the food, grabbed his backpack and started biking toward the lake. To stay out of sight he followed the train tracks, then split off from the woods when he reached Holland road. He pulled up to the house and hid his bike around the back, hurrying over to the boat house.

Steve carefully opened the door, peeking his head inside. "Eddie? I'm back, where are you?" At that, Eddie threw the tarp off and nearly ran to pull Steve into a hug. Steve could feel the anxiety thrumming off of Eddie like a physical thing and just held him tighter for a moment before finally pulling back to look him in the eyes. Eddie gave him a small smile, eyes still tight.

"Hey, did you get snacks?"

"Yeah, I grabbed you some clothes too. Went to see the guys, let them know what happened. I saw Wayne too, he was smart enough to hide anything illegal or incriminating before he called the cops this morning, so I have all of your drugs and my clothes from your place. He did leave the handcuffs and condoms though, probably figured they didn’t scream Homosexual too much." Steve quickly spoke up when he saw the almost feral grin on Eddie's face, "and I am glad he did, we do not need to be getting carried away while hiding from the cops." Eddie's grin dropped, practically pouting.

"Not even a little carried away? It’s not like we ever really use the condoms anymore."

"Eddie, we had sex like two days ago. And we don’t exactly have the ability to clean up around here.”

"Tell me about it, that's two whole days." Steve just rolled his eyes, ignoring the warmth he always feels in his chest whenever Eddie shows how much he wants him.

"C'mon, horndog, let's go into the house. We never cleaned up our picnic last weekend so all the blankets and pillows are still out. I brought our book too, so you can read to me tonight." Steve held out his hand, Eddie grabbing it quickly and pressing a kiss to the back of it as the head toward Steve's bike. They grab the bags and head into the house, setting them down on the kitchen table. "The food is in the duffle bag, can you put it away while I talk to Robin and let her know I'm back? I promised I would walkie to tell her." Eddie nodded, pressing a kiss to Steve's shoulder as he passed him to go put the food away.

Steve dug his walkie out of his backpack and tuned into the right channel. "Robin, are you there?"

"Steve! Did you get back to the lake okay?"

"Yeah, I just got back. I stopped by the trailer on the way here and saw Wayne, he had all my stuff packed up from the trailer, along with any incriminating items." Robin snorted through the walkie talkie.

"So he found all of Eddie's drugs and sex toys?"

"No!" Steve paused as he blushed. “We don’t leave that stuff at the trailer.” He only blushed more when Robin’s laugh came through the walkie.

“But he found all the drugs?”

"Shut up, Robs. Yes, Wayne found all of Eddie’s drugs. I just wanted to let you know I got back safe. Now can I get back to my boyfriend?”

"Good. Also, you're welcome, by the way. I managed to keep Dustin from outing you, I figured you would want to tell Nancy yourself." Steve sighed softly, so unbelievably grateful for his best friend.

"Thank you, Robbie. I'll have to find a time to tell he when we all meet up to plan, hopefully soon."

"Yeah, Nance actually was at the trailer park earlier. She said she had gone to investigate and ran into Eddie's uncle, he said something about Victor Creel? She said he was like a crazy murder from the 50s so I think we're planning on going to the library tomorrow to do some research."

"Alright, keep me posted on whatever you learn. I'm starving and I know Eddie must be too, so I'm going to go make us some food. Stay safe, Rob, over and out." Steve listened to her quick goodbye and pushed down the antenna of the walkie, setting it on the table before heading into the kitchen. "You hungry? I know I am." Eddie was sitting on the counter, flipping a butter knife in an attempt to look cool.

"I'm always hungry, and I have definitely missed your food this week." Steve smiled at him and got out the ingredients for quick goulash, knowing it was one of Eddie's favorites.

"I meant to tell you, Wayne wanted me to let you know that he never thought you were guilty." Glancing over at Eddie, Steve could see his shoulders visibly relax. Clearly, that had been weighing heavily on his mind.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, he knew you would be worried about him thinking you were like your dad, and he wanted you to know that he never did."

"I love that old man." Steve laughed, leaning his hip against Eddie's knee where he was still sitting on the counter.

"He loves you too." Steve cooked quickly, getting their food together so they could move into the living room to eat. Once their food was in bowl, he and Eddie went into the living room, sitting down on the blankets they left there.

After a few minutes of eating quietly, with only the sounds of the silverware and Eddie’s knee bouncing to fill the silence, Eddie finally spoke up. “So…. Tortured by Russians?” Steve sighed, setting his mostly empty bowl down on the floor. Without commenting first, Steve turned and grabbed the bag with his items in it, pulling it closer. He dig through the front zipper pouch and pulled out a small square box, opened it and pulled out a small blue piece of plastic that he carefully wrapped around his left ear. Steve saw the realization on Eddie’s face when he looked up, Eddie reaching a hand out to gently touch his left ear. “Sugar, why didn’t you say something?”

“I was scared, mostly. With the kids... I'm the one who keeps them safe, I didn't want to give them a reason to think I couldn't do that anymore." Steve looked at his hands as he spoke but was forced to look up when Eddie cupped both of his cheeks in his hands.

"Stevie, they are always going to need you around, it is okay to need help sometimes. So, from now on, you are going to promise that you will wear that hearing aid, understand?" Steve stared at Eddie for a moment before he nodded, placing his hands over Eddie's and just keeping him there. The moment was broken when a sharp pain radiated from behind Steve's left eye and he gasped, dropping Eddie's hands to push his palm into the eye socket in an attempt to stop the pain. "Migraine?"

"Fuck, yeah. Of course I didn't bring my good meds with me, shit it's bad." Steve squeezed his eyes shut to keep out the lights and he heard Eddie stand and walk away. Distantly Steve heard the stairs creak then footsteps on the second floor, before the stairs creaked again and Eddie was sitting in front of him once more.

"These aren't your good ones but I figured some motrin is as good as we can get right now. Here, give me your hand and I'll give you the pills." Keeping his eyes shut, Steve put out one of his hands and felt three pills be placed into it. After he popped them into his mouth, Eddie grabbed his hand and placed a glass of water in it so he could swallow the pills. "Good. Did something set it off? Normally you have a trigger."

"Well I would say I'm pretty stressed today so that would explain it." Eddie huffed a quiet laugh.

"Alright, that's fair. Let's lay down for a bit and once you're feeling a bit better we can keep talking." Steve let himself be guided to laying down and he curled himself against Eddie, using his chest to block out the light. Once the medicine kicked in Steve was able to shift backwards enough to look up at Eddie who was looking right back at him. "Meds doing their job, honey?"

"Yeah, you still want to hear about last summer?" Eddie nodded and Steve sighed, closing a fist around Eddie's shirt and gripping it tight. "Alright, well we told you about how we found out that the Russian's had a base under the mall but we didn't explain how we got into it. We had to drag Erica in, which I still feel so guilty for because she was only 10, and she went through the vents to get into this storage room they had on the loading dock. She opened the doors for us and we all went inside to investigate but the doors shut behind us and locked. Next thing I know the room is dropping because it was actually an elevator. We got stuck in that elevator for hours before some guards came to collect stuff from the room and we got out of there only to have to walk for miles. I think Erica actually knows how far we traveled but I wasn't there when she did the math so I don't know how far it was."

"Wait, Erica just did the math for how long you guys traveled?"

"Yeah, Dustin said she did at least. That's why he calls her a nerd apparently. Anyway, we got to the center of the base and Erica spotted the comms room, I won a fight against a Russian guard and then we found the gate they were opening to the Upside Down. At that point, Dustin and I knew this was really really bad. Then the alarms went off and we all had to run. We got cornered in a supply closet and Rob and I held the door shut so the kids could get into the vents and escape."

"You didn't..."

"I did. I couldn't let them get ahold of Dustin and Erica and Rob wouldn't leave me behind so we got captured. I knew Robin would start talking if she had the chance because she was nervous so I decided... I decided I would just be louder and more annoying so she wouldn't be their main focus. It worked and we got taken to separate rooms where I-" Steve cut off, his throat closing up from the memories of what he experienced in that bunker. "I would rather not go into detail, but, uh, they kept asking who I worked for and I had nothing to say other than the truth which they didn't like. I got knocked out eventually and when I came to I was tied back to back with Robin in a different room. She was yelling about needing a doctor and she said that she thought I might have been dead because she couldn't see me breathing. I'm pretty sure that was the broken ribs though."

"Jesus H Christ, Stevie. They nearly beat you to death."

"After I came to they asked us more questions before deciding that the best thing to do next was to give us some truth serum or something. They grabbed these syringes full of blue stuff and stuck it right in our necks. That's why I'm so spooked by needles now."

"Shit, that- well, that explains so much. sweetheart. I cannot believe you went through that and are still willing to put yourself in more danger."

"Yeah, well, the kids would get involved no matter what, and you're involved now. There was no way I would leave you to deal with this alone. There, um. There is something else. I think now that you know everything, it’s probably a good time to mention it.” Steve tilted his head up so his chin was resting against Eddie’s sternum and felt Eddie push a hand under his shirt to rest against the small of his back, radiating heat and comfort.

“What’s up? I thought I knew everything at this point, do you have another head injury to tell me about?” Steve huffed out a laugh, he could tell Eddie was trying to lighten the mood for both of them. He was so glad that he didn’t have to hide things anymore, even if he was terrified about Eddie being involved in the Upside Down.

“So, uh, I’m pretty sure we mentioned how after Billy beat me up in ‘84 Hopper took me to the hospital, right?”

“Yeah, someone mentioned it.”

“Cool, um, the thing is that wasn’t just it. After-after the hospital figured out my parents weren’t coming, Hop stepped in as uh, he said in loco parentis, but basically he was acting as my parent since I was still 17. He ended up bringing me back to his cabin after they discharged me, the hospital didn’t want me to be alone since it was a grade 3 concussion and I had the cuts on my head from the plate.” He felt Eddie’s hand curl a little tighter around his waist at the mention of the head injury again and Steve pressed a kiss to Eddie’s chest. “I’m glad he stepped up, I didn’t have anyone else. But, after that, I don’t know how it happened, somehow I sort of got absorbed into their little family. El and I got really close and that’s why I’m close with Max, and Hop-“ Steve paused as his throat closed up, it had been so long since he had even talked about Hopper’s death and it still hurt. “He became the first real father figure I had ever had. But then, Starcourt happened and he-“ This time Eddie cut him off, pulling him close so Steve didn’t have to push himself to say it.

“I know, I saw the news. I’m so sorry, princess. I had no idea you were close to him.”

“It wasn’t a long time, just around 8 months but it was enough for me to get attached to both of them. And now-now he’s gone and El’s in California, which is the best place for her but it still hurts. It’s why I was so emotional about Wayne just… accepting me the way he did. Hop had just… it had only been a few weeks and Wayne was so much like him. He’s- Wayne has helped a lot with that healing, he and Hop would have gotten along really well, I think.”

Eddie paused, just holding Steve close and rubbing his back gently. “Yeah, I think you’re right.” He hummed gently before shifting them around so he was pressed up against Steve’s back. “Wayne really loves you. Sometimes I think he loves you more than me.” Steve just laughed, holding Eddie’s hands in his own.

“No way, you’re his son, Eds. He does care though which I appreciate.”

They lapse into silence, just holding each other before Steve suddenly snorts a laugh.

“I don’t think Hop would have liked you very much.” Eddie pauses for a moment and then starts laughing.

“Absolutely not, you’re totally right. I don’t think he would want a drug dealer hanging out with his kid. Much less dating that kid.”

“I saw how he was with Mike, and that was just because he thought Mike was annoying. I think you dodged a bullet, possibly literally.” Eddie just laughed and held Steve closer to him. "Eds?"

"Yeah?"

"How are you doing? With all of this stuff." He can hear and feel Eddie sigh against the back of his neck and Eddie squeezes Steve's hand.

"Honestly?... Shit, Stevie, I'm scared out of my mind. For me, for you, for Robbie, for those god damn kids. I was prepared to have a spring break full of alone time where we got laughably high and fucked on just about every surface in this house. Now? I'm potentially on the run for murder and there's an evil wizard from another dimension that can possess people and kill them without leaving any evidence. If you hadn't shown up in that boat house, I think I would have gone insane."

"Eddie, it's okay to be terrified, you know? The first time, hell, the second time too, that I did this I thought I was going crazy. I couldn't stand having the lights off and any time I saw a bulb flicker I jumped. Even last time, you know what I did to just be able to sleep. You're allowed to be scared. So you and I are just going to lean on each other and we can make it through this." Steve felt wetness on his neck and knew Eddie had been crying at some point, so he turned around to face him and he pressed a kiss to Eddie's nose. He was smiling but when they were able to see each other's faces Steve saw Eddie frown.

"Is your nose bleeding?" Eddie asked before Steve reached a hand up and wiped under his nose, finding blood on his fingers when he pulled them away.

"That hasn't happened in a while. Don't worry though, sometimes it happens with the headaches."

"Alright, if you're sure." Steve just curled back up against Eddie without further comment as Eddie's hand carded through his hair. "You want me to read a bit before we go to bed."

"Yes please." He felt Eddie twist to grab their book before a kiss was pressed to the top of his head and Eddie started to read.

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And that's it for this part. I had the part about Hopper written days ago but I wasn't sure how to work it in until today. I'm obsessed with Accidental Parent Hopper who stumbles into being a father for two kids.

Also, there is a good bit of foreshadowing in this chapter, both from the show and some of my own

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