#when i was makin lemonade

[moss-flesh]

u guys should really be using honey in ur lemonade

[pepsiboyy]

WHEN THE HOUSE IS EMPTY.

pairing: soft dom!chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: when chris finally gets the house to himself for the night, he invites his girlfriend over to spend the night spoiling her rotten. warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (be smart pls), fingering, oral (fem receiving), praise, use of pet names (angel, love), cursing, fluff fluff fluff, established relationship a/n: this is my first smut on here pls bear w me... but i hope it is AWESOME i love u guys <3 please give me feedback also !! i hope this is ok . <3 3.2k words

i swallowed thickly as i grasped the straps of my backpack, standing at the front door of my boyfriend's home.

chris had texted me last night, asking if i could come spend the night tonight as his brothers had planned to do something that had to do with "business stuff".

i had never really done this sort of thing. chris and i had been together about three to four months, and we had confessed our love to one another and kissed and whatnot, but that's about it. it didn't bother either of us, we just moved at a pace we were both comfortable at.

my eyes snapped up at chris opened the door and grinned ear to ear, opening his arms wide to engulf my body into his. "hi, angel," he greeted against my ear.

i hugged his waist with a soft smile. with a deep breath, i took in the comforting scent of his cologne mixed with the scent of his shampoo.

as chris pulled away, he gently took my hand and guided me inside. once he shut and locked the front door, he reached out to take my bag from me and transport it to his bedroom.

i let out a content sigh as i took in the familiar home, but it was so different when it was just chris here. much quieter, too.

"i have such a fun night planned for us!" chris cheered as he came back up the stairs, his hands clasped together in excitement.

i couldn't help but smile warmly at him.

the white tank that hugged his torso perfectly and his black sweats that hung dangerously low kept my attention on him.

"what do you have planned?" i asked as i took a seat at the table in the kitchen, smiling warmly at him.

chris did a little dance, his slightly dampened hair flopping with each sudden movement before he halted and shot two finger guns at me. "dinner!"

i chuckled at his embarrassing dance, nodding softly and standing up. "what're we makin'?"

chris's jaw dropped. "are you kidding? i already made it." he giggled as he opened the oven to reveal a tin of fettuccini alfredo with grilled chicken, some slices of garlic bread on the side. he also went into the fridge, where behind all the different lyrical lemonade cans, there was a bowl of ceasar salad.

"did you make this yourself?" i asked, my jaw hung open in shock.

"well," he started as he trailed off, "i guess nick helped a bit.. and youtube... matt, too, sorta.."

"it looks amazing," i stood up and smiled as i wrapped an arm around chris's waist, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "i can't wait to eat!"

i moved to pull away, but chris gently took my jaw between his fingers and turned our faces together again, exchanging one quick peck to my lips. "me neither," he replied with a soft smile.

dinner was outstanding. i never could have thought that chris could put something like that together.

"blue shell!" chris's voice boomed as his hands gripped the controller in his hands.

"fuck!" i shouted, my tongue sticking out in focus as i tried my hardest to remain in first place in mario kart.

"please, please, please, please," chris chanted, his entire body straight as he was sitting at the edge of the couch. "yes!!" he shouted, flying past me in the game at the last moment to take first place. his arms flew in the air, controller loosely dangling from his fingers as he shot me a shit-eating grin.

"not fair," i stated quickly.

"it definitely is, y/n, i won fair and square." he defended, moving to hug my waist and press his nose into the crook of my neck.

i chuckled at this, a hand of mine moving to his jaw to caress his cheek softly. "fine. you win."

chris did a small fist pump before pulling away with a bright smile.

we sat like that for a few moments, eyes locked on one another before he gasped at the song that came on. "oh my god, i fucking love this song." he stated quickly as he took my hands and stood to his feet, dragging me up with him.

i gasped at the sudden movement, my smile never leaving my face as i laughed beside him.

3 nights by dominic fike had started playing in the speaker that chris had set up, which was playing ambient music most of our time tonight. he turned it up and smiled widely as he held my hands, waving them around and biting his lip into a wide smile.

i couldn't help but smile at him, the way his curly hair bounced with each silly dance he did, his fingers never unlocking from mine. every once in a while he would stop for a breath before starting again, his eyes locked on mine.

i did my best to keep up, jumping around with him and waving my arms as we both loudly sang the words. no matt to give us shit for being too loud in the living room today.

the song eventually came to an end, both of us panting softly as we both smiled at one another. a soft chuckle escaped both of us, before the next song began playing.

i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys?

"since when do you listen to this?" i chuckled.

"i- it's a good song," chris defended, his cheeks growing pink as he moved his hands to gently take my waist. "also because it's one of your favorites."

i smiled warmly at him. "alright, buddy," i smiled. i moved my arms up to rest on his shoulders, my hands connecting behind his head as i looked up at him and chuckled. "are we slow dancing in your living room?"

"maybe?"

"is this your idea of a smooth move?" i joked, a soft giggle leaving me as chris's face burnt up.

"hey, let a man live." he defended, his thumb gently rubbing circles on my back as we swayed softly.

i had to give it to him - i was having a great time with him.

what started as me being a nervous wreck for whatever reason resulted in me having an amazing time.

"y/n," chris stated softly, dragging me out of my thoughts. i locked eyes with him, smiling. "i love you," he whispered softly.

i could feel my cheeks heat up. "i love you too, chris." i smiled as i gently moved a hand to bury into his hair, gently running my fingers through it. "i've had a great time so far tonight."

chris smiled at this, nodding softly as he removed a hand from my waist to gently press against my cheek, holding my face there softly. "can i kiss you?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

i nodded softly as i closed my eyes and leaned forward, closing the gap between the two of us.

chris's thumb gently grazed my cheek as he kissed me softly, his eyes closed.

no words could express the feelings i was feeling right now.

feeling a bit bold, my arms tightened around him as i deepened the kiss and tilted my head softly against him.

i could feel chris's lips curve into a small smile as he moved his hand from my waist to my lower back, his lips working against mine in sync with me.

when he gently took my bottom lip between his, i parted my lips softly as our tongues collided.

a few more moments went by and we pulled away, both with heavy breaths and a string of saliva that kept us connected for a brief moment.

we stared at each other for a brief moment before i took a deep breath. "chris," i started, before taking his hand in mine and interlocking our fingers, "i'm, uhh... i'm ready.. if you wanna-"

"me too," he quickly stated, a bright smile on his face as he tightened his grip on my hand and began walking towards the steps downstairs, which i followed and giggled as he tripped slightly on the way to his room.

"watch your step, chris!"

"i'll be fine," he smiled as he opened the door and turned us around so that my back faced his bed, his foot lifting off the ground to kick the door shut behind him. the door shut a little louder than he had anticipated, causing us both to flinch. "oops."

"chris-" i scolded, but i was quickly cut off when he pressed his lips to mine once more, gently pushing me against the mattress and hovering over me.

his hand gently grazed my hip and toyed with the hem of my shirt. he pulled away from the kiss to glance down at his hand, and back into my eyes. "is this okay?" he asked softly, which i quickly responded with a nod. "tell me if anything isn't okay, alright?" he stated softly, and gently began lifting my shirt off of my body.

the comfort of chris's voice was enough for me to let him do whatever he had wanted.

the cold air of the room kissed my skin, causing a shiver to run through my body. but every goose bump on my skin melted away when i stared up at chris, who was pulling his own shirt above his head.

"you okay?" he questioned, leaning down again to caress my cheek softly.

"i promise everything's fine," i reassured with a shy smile, and chris smiled back, pressing a kiss to my lips before he pulled away.

he kissed against my neck softly, sending shivers through my body. his lips moved down to my shoulder, down to my collarbone and down the center of my chest.

i felt like he was exploring the entirety of my body.

"can we take this off, love?" he asked, gently tugging at the strap to my bra.

i nodded quickly as i sat up and reached behind me to unclasp it, but chris's hands came around mine as he did it for me.

i felt my face heat up as it dropped, and my arms instinctively moved up to cover myself.

"shhh," chris reached to my wrists and gently lowered my arms, his nose moving up to press against the shell of my ear. "you're gorgeous. no need to hide, not ever." he gently pressed a kiss to my jaw before working down again, his lips moving to press against the skin of my left breast.

my breath hitched slightly at the feeling as i instinctively moved a hand to his hair.

the moment his lips pressed to my nipple, i felt my eyes scrunch shut as i arched my back slightly into him. the feeling was so familiar yet so unfamiliar.

chris's tongue circled around it, his eyes shut as he ran his hand up my stomach to gently knead at my right side.

i let out a shaky moan, one hand burying into his brunette locks as the other dove into the sheets.

chris eventually switched to give the other side the same attention, and after a few moments, i shakily lifted my hips to meet his, which caused a groan to erupt from us both.

chris lifted his head and moved back up to press a soft kiss to my lips, his eyes locked on mine. he admired me for a moment before his hands met with the hem of my pajama pants. "may i?" he questioned softly, his voice groggy. i nodded quickly.

chris gently tugged my shorts down and let out a shaky breath, simply at the sight of the thin, deep red fabric that hugged my hips.

i smiled softly at him. "like what you see?" i joked, and chris simply shot me a knowing glance.

"always, angel." he stated softly before he shifted his body on the bed.

"wait- what are you-?"

"takin' care of my girl," chris stated softly, his eyes moving to meet mine as his face was now inches away from my core. "is this okay?"

i blushed darkly. i was no expecting all this. "yeah, yeah that's perfect," i breathed, shifting my hips against the sheets slightly.

chris moved to press soft kisses against the insides of my thighs, his eyes closed. one hand found its way to move my underwear to the side before both of his hands wrapped around my thighs to lock them in place.

my eyes squeezed shut and my entire body shuttered as he pressed his lips where i needed him most, his tongue gently gliding along my folds until they reached my clit, where he sucked softly. i tossed my head back and released a moan as a hand subconsciously moved to lace into chris's hair. "shit." i breathed.

chris's eyes met mine for only a second before he unlinked a hand from my thigh, pressing a finger against my folds.

i shuttered slightly before a gasp escaped me at the feeling of his finger entering me, my eyes squeezing shut.

"is this okay?" was all he said, his breath hot against my clit.

"fuck, yes," i moaned softly, my volume increasing as chris gently pressed a second finger inside my cunt and began curling them gently.

my back arched as i threw my head back, letting out a shaky breath before i bucked my hips to the best of my ability. my hand gently tugged at his hair as i guided his lips back to my clit.

chris seemed to get the hint, his tongue beginning to lap against me as he sucked on the bud, his fingers pumping and curling inside of me.

"shit, chris-" i gasped as i tugged at his hair softly.

chris removed his fingers and repositioned his body before his tongue entered my cunt, his thumbs prying me open as his nose occasionally grazed my clit.

i let out a string of moans, my hips lifting off the bed and into his face as i warned him of my release.

"i- i'm close, chris, fuck," i breathed.

with the continuous thrust of his tongue, chris moaned softly against me, sending a vibration against my core.

with a gasp and a tight grip on chris's hair, i clenched around his tongue and released my juices against his tongue, my eyes lidded as i panted softly.

chris helped me ride out my high, his hand gently caressing my thigh as he removed himself. he looked at me and licked his lips, a hand reaching to his shirt that he had previously removed. he used it to wipe off his mouth before he pulled away to begin sliding off his black sweats.

"you could have gotten a towel or something," i teased.

"that's too far." he defended, winking softly. "you still okay?" he questioned, gently tossing his sweats onto the floor.

i nodded quickly. "i promise, i-" i took a deep breath, my cheeks still pink from a few moments prior. "as long as i'm with you, anything is okay, chris."

chris simply smiled softly at me. "that's what i love to hear, angel." he whispered before he gently tugged his boxers down, his member meeting with his skin as a small dribble of precum escaped the tip.

your eyes locked on him, causing a chuckle to escape chris. "let's be polite, now," he whispered, moving his fingers to press against your chin, tilting your head up to meet his eyes and press his lips against yours lovingly. he pulled away and shifted between my legs, smiling softly. "you ready?" he asked softly, and i nodded eagerly.

"ready," i whispered, moving my hand to gently interlock with his.

chris used his free hand to gently part my legs and press his tip against my opening, making my breath hitch.

he slowly pressed into me, deep groans and moans sounding from both of us as chris's bangs hung over his eyes. "fuck," he grunted as he continued to move into me, before he bottomed out and stared at me.

with a few moments to adjust, i shot him a soft nod before he began to move slowly. "shit," he moaned softly, his grip tightening on my hand as he rocked his hips against mine.

our eyes locked, and i swear that did something to chris, because his entire face beamed red as he picked up his pace and pressed his forehead against mine.

a low moan escaped chris's throat as he thrusted into my cunt, my eyes rolling back as i allowed my jaw to hang open. a series of moans escaped us both.

chris gently unlocked our fingers to get a grip on my thigh to lift it. he held up my leg, now hitting a new spot inside of me that made my back arch off of his mattress. "oh fuck," i moaned, my eyes squeezing shut as he pounded against my gspot. "right there, chris," i moaned, causing chris to pick up his pace and slam his cock harder into me.

my eyes teared up slightly at the euphoric feeling, my heart racing as i felt my stomach tie into a knock. chanting his name, i gripped the sheets and clenched against him, resulting in a deep moan from chris's lips.

"fuck, angel, careful," he grunted against my ear, his breath heavy against my shoulder.

i gasped and let out a shaky moan, moving to grip chris's shoulder. "fuck, i'm gonna cum," i breathed, and chris nodded softly.

"me too, love, fuck," he moaned softly, his hips rutting into mine.

a few more thrusts resulted in my voice booming as i cried out, the knot in my stomach snapping as i released all over chris's cock, my eyes squeezing shut.

chris's hips sputtered at the pornographic moan, his throat releasing a deep moan as he pulled out and released against my stomach and chest, his hand moving to gently pump at his member.

chris moved to lay beside me, our eyes shut as he laid beside one another catching our breaths.

i let out a shaky sigh as i turned to chris and smiled weakly, sleepily.

chris turned and met my eyes, a sleepy smile on his face, but it was the same as every other smile he had given me today. "how do you feel?" he questioned, his hand moving to lock with mine again.

i chuckled breathlessly, nodding softly. "fuckin' awesome," i chuckled as i leaned forward to kiss his cheek gently.

chris smiled warmly at me before he reached to get a few tissues, wiping off my skin the best he could. "you did so good for me, angel." he whispered, moving a hand to brush a strand of hair out of my face. "fuck, i'm tired." he admitted.

i scoffed at him as i opened my arms. "me too, chris."

chris bit his lip as he shifted to rest his head against my chest, his eyes closing as he hugged my waist tightly. "i love you s'much." he whispered softly.

i smiled and bit my lip as i kissed the top of his head. one hand threaded through his hair as the other gently rubbed his side. "i love you so much, chris.. thank you for tonight." i whispered.

chris nodded lazily in response, and i chuckled lightly. "get your beauty sleep."

the two of us slowly fell asleep, skin to skin as we breathed together and slept soundly.

maybe i should spend the night at my boyfriend's more often.

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[urfavnegronerd]

agape- nicholas britell

summary: miles is takin down ur braids 

published: july 27, 2023

warnings: Grammarly hates me, the patriarchy, a dash of toxic masculinity, miles being a product of that grrah grah boom type masculinity, aave (no im not translating shit for you yall got access to urban dictionary and its not really a warning), i edited it myself so lmk if there are any mistakes

sueñito- little dream, bonito- handsome/ pretty boy, no me importa- i don't care/ it's not important to me

w/c: 1.5 k

reader's black coded cus im black so deal w it <3

i think this something every black boy be needin deep down

“Stop movin, ma” 

“It’s knotty,” 

“You had these in for how long?” 

Silence. 

“There's your answer right there, mama,”  

“Sorry,” 

“Nun to be sorry for, just hold still,” 

Currently sitting on the bathroom floor criss-cross apple sauce, Miles was sitting on the toilet, your head between his knees, while he was taking down the frizzy lemonade braids that barely hugged your scalp anymore. 

“Miles?” 

He hums in response, rat tail comb in one hand, a tub of coconut oil in the other, threading the tail of the comb through the extensions down your back  

“You’re the prettiest boy in all of Brooklyn,” 

“Shut up” 

“Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,” 

“Nuh-uh,” 

“Fuck you mean ‘nuh uh’? The little freckles all over your cheeks? Cutest things I’ve ever seen, especially how they’re all slightly different shades, like lil polka dots all over your face, gives me a map a’ where to kiss. The little tiny dimple on the left side of your face? Adorable, 10/10, no notes. Also very kissable." He's still now, staring at the back of your head, using bundles strewn over his shoulder, mouth agape. “Them thick and long ass eyelashes? I could stare at ‘em all day, they look like teeny tiny butterfly wings when you rest your eyes.” 

“Shut up,” he whispers, still unmoving, the little dab of coconut oil on his fingers slowly dribbling down his wrist 

“Your mind pretty as hell, too, I like listening to what you have to hear when you let me,” you mumble, pressing tiny kisses into his cargo pant–clad kneecap. 

“Stop doin that shit, ma” 

“What?” 

“Talkin all crazy like that,” 

“I’m not talkin crazy, miles I’m being honest,” 

“You makin me out to be some weak ass lil boy,” 

“Miles.” you turn around abruptly, staring at him dead in the eye. “I’m jus being honest wit you. What's going on?” 

“It’s nothin, ma, turn around”  

“Sueñito. Lemme know what's up,” 

“It’s nothin,” 

You huff, turning around to face the bottom of the sink again. Silence bellows throughout the bathroom, Miles rubbing oil on your braids to detangle them to later drag the comb in once again and throw the discarded hair extension over his shoulder. The only sound between the two of you is the Marvin Gaye spinning on the record player, rooms away, dull basslines thrumming through the apartment. 

“Ion like this,” 

“What?” 

“Whatever jus happened, we talk about what's bothering us,” 

“Ain't nothin botherin me, ma,” 

“Then why you start buggin' the second I get to complimenting you?” 

“Cus ian wit all that girly shit,” 

“Fuck you mean girly shit, I’m jus tryna love up on you Miles,” your nostrils flare as you stare ahead of you.  

“Baby, I’m all for that but–” 

“Miles, did someone tell you boys can't get that?” 

A silence. 

“Baby.” 

“What?” 

“Jus cus you a boy dont mean you don't deserve love,” 

“Aint nobody say allat–” 

“Shut up Ian done,” you say, swiftly turning around and snagging the oil and comb from his hand “jus cus you a boy doesn't mean you don't deserve to feel shit miles. Ion know what it was like wit your last girl, but Ian her. Okay? You allowed to be a person wimme, you know that right?” 

“Ma–” 

“Shut up I still ain't done yet. Miles I’m real, I’m right here. real like you, I promise you I’m not goin nowhere right now,” 

“You done?” 

“Yeah,”  

“C’mere,” he motions to his lap, taking the comb and oil out of your hands and setting them on the tiled floor, laying out the discarded bundles.  

“ ‘s oil all up on my hands” 

“No me importa ma, come up on here,”  

Obeying and wiping the excess coconut oil off your hand, you do. Straddling his lap, and looking into his eyes, examining the twinge of sadness in his eyes. 

“Talk to me, mama,” 

“I want you to know that you deserve love and that you’re allowed to feel some typa way. I want you to talk to me, Miles. I care about you so much and I wanna make sure you’re good. I love hearing you talk, but Ion like havin to beg you to talk to me. I love jus bein in your presence, but I hate feelin like that Miles. I don’t know who told you whatever's going through your head right now but they dead wrong. I wanna know how you be feelin, I wanna know.” 

“Why you even talk like this to me?” 

“Cus I’m your girl, n I like to kiss up on you and love all up on you,” 

At this, he averts his eyes, trying to escape your gaze, his breath audibly speeding up. 

“Mm mm, don't do that Miles. Please breathe,” 

You plead, subconsciously pressing your middle three fingers under his jaw trying to measure his heart rate. Almost as a reflex to hide from you, he shrugs your hand away from under his jaw and pulls his hoodie over his mouth.

“Nah nah, don't hide from me neither,”  

“Ain’t nobody hidin from you,” 

“Jus cus you a boy don’t mean you don't deserve them random ass cuddles, or someone to tie up your durag or wash your hair. It don’t mean you shouldn't get flowers or hugs or them lil hickies behind your ear. Don't mean you not allowed to be sad or mad or wanna cry. Now Ion know who told you or made you feel that way but they dead wrong Miles. You allowed to feel with me,” 

“Ian some lil boy runnin around though, that shit ain't for me,” 

“If you wasn't supposed to feel and acknowledge your feelings, why would you be able to feel them? They there for a reason,” 

Still straddled on his lap, he looks up at you with the tiny leverage you have on him. His eyes are big and doe-like, almost as if he’s scared to make this next step, say this next sentence.” 

“Ion know why,” he mumbles, voice soft and scared. suddenly he’s kissin up on you, gripping anything he can get his hands on, like he’s making up for lost time, lost feelings. It's urgent and a little rough, though his lips are soft and velvety, a twinge of menthol chapstick on them.  

“Yo yo yo, slow down. Ian goin nowhere” you whisper into his mouth, nails gently raking across his neck “ ‘m right here Miles, see?” you ask, guiding his hands to feel on the left side of your chest, right above your heart. “ ‘s my heart under there, I'm right here okay? I’m real, Miles I swear,” 

“You’re real?” he whispers, breath shaky and uneven fisting the thin fabric of your camisole under the evergreen zip-up, in an attempt to feel more of your heart. 

“You allowed to feel your feelings the same way you feel my heart,” 

He still looks astonished, scared, and frozen. suddenly it wasn’t him you were talking to anymore. it was the scared little Brooklyn boy who had all these feelings stored away inside him, unsure of what to do or who to show them to.  

“ ‘m sitting right here miles. I’m your girl, okay? This is real, and you are real,” 

“I’m real?” tears begin to swim in his eyes. 

“You’re real miles. and those feelings in that big heart of yours? Those are real too. And if you let me, I wanna hear all of 'em.”  

His body stills once more against you, a small tear gliding down his cheek. 

“I love you,” 

And then he’s sobbing. 

“Sshh, hey it's okay” you whisper, holding him close to your chest. “I love you so much I can’t hardly breathe when I'm around you. It’s okay and you're okay, Miles. I’m real and this is real and you. You are real.” you mumble into his braids, holding him with the protectiveness of a mother with a small child. 

He just sat there, his head buried in your chest as he cried quietly, letting everything out. You just sat and let him cry and vent through his tears. All the things he had bottled up, discouraged to show to anyone. Sooner or later the tears slow to a stop, his face puffy and hot. 

Gently tugging the ends of his braids, he looks up at you. 

“You feel better sueñito?” you ask, dragging the cuff of your sweater to dry his face and pressing butterfly kisses to his cheeks in its wake. He did nothing but nod lazily, seemingly lighter, and nuzzling his face into your chest. 

“Lemme finish wiping up your face n then you can be all up on me, bonito, okay? 

He just nodded, dropping his head back to rest against the bathroom wall, the half-taken-out braids on your scalp no longer th task at hand. Reaching behind him you grab a baby wipe and swipe the tears and snot off his face, leaving his skin with a glossy finish. Holding his chin up, you look dead in his eyes. 

“You so beautiful Miles.” 

And this time, he nods. 

🩷 reblogs are always appreciated for reach <3

[munson-blurbs]

Oneforthemunny's Summertime Writing Game

Thank you @oneforthemunny for organizing such a fun writing game! This is one of two collabs with @corroded-hellfire; the other will be posted on her blog soon!

Eddie comes home to see you sunbathing…topless ;) Janitor!Eddie x Fem!Teacher!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), oral (m! and f! receiving), cum eating, semi-public acts, kinda subby Eddie (more simp than sub tbh), reader wears a bikini (all bodies are bikini bodies and I will run up die on that hill)

WC: 1.7k

Summertime as a kid is great. Summertime as a teacher is complete, utter bliss.

You’re laying stomach-down on a beach chair in your backyard. There’s a glass of lemonade, ice melted from the sun, on the snack table beside you. The yard is slightly shaded by the overgrown oaks, but with your level of relaxation, you might as well be on a tropical island surrounded by palm trees with a frozen strawberry margarita in your hand. 

While you’re off until early September, your sweet husband isn’t so lucky. Custodial staff still has to report to work, albeit only for half a day, because of summer sports practices. Eddie had been grumbling something about setting up the goalposts for the boys’ soccer team, though you hadn’t heard his full complaint since you’d been half-asleep this morning.

It’s just past noon now, which means he’ll be home within the next ten minutes. You grasp at the swimsuit ties at the nape of your neck and around your upper back, loosening them and tossing your bikini top into the grass below. 

Eddie’s van rumbles into the driveway shortly after that, tires crunching over gravel. You shift your weight slightly so that your chest is pressed into the rubber straps of the chair, shielding your exposed nipples.

“Baby?” you call out once you hear his door slam shut. He walks over to the gate separating the front yard from the back and unlatches the hinge, closing it gently. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees you, sans top, splayed out before him.

You turn your head to face him, smiling as his eyes widen in surprise. “Can you put more sunscreen on my back?” you ask, voice sugary sweet. “I don’t wanna burn.”

“Um, yeah, sure.” He takes the bottle next to you–just the drugstore brand, but it gets the job done–and squeezes a dollop of lotion into his calloused palm. You press your legs together, making room for him to straddle your body with one thigh on either side of yours, groin nudged close against the curve of your ass.

You can feel him getting hard through his coveralls, and he shifts slightly to try and adjust himself without smearing lotion on his work clothes. He grumbles a muted “fuck,” under his breath, assuming you can’t hear him.

“Eds? You okay?”

He clears his throat, embarrassment creeping into his voice at being caught. It seems absurd that he’s still so modest about getting turned on when he thinks he’s not supposed to, and you have to bite back a giggle. 

“Mhm. Just makin’ sure it’s even and…stuff.” 

Once you hear him close the cap on the lotion bottle, filled with chagrin as his hands leave the canvas of your skin, you flip onto your back and give him the perfect view of your bare breasts.

Eddie’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly. “You want me to p-put some there, too?” he stammers, starting to reach for the sun lotion again.

“Mmmm, no.” You grab him by the collar of his coveralls and pull him in for a kiss, parting his lips with your tongue as his body practically collapses on top of yours. 

He braces his palms on the edge of the chair. “Baby, baby, baby, what’re you doing?” He’s breathless as you roll your hips up towards him, creating the delicious friction that you both crave.

You give him a playful pout, jutting out your lower lip. “Am I being too subtle?” Eddie’s eyes follow your hands as they make their way down to your swimsuit bottoms and his jaw goes slack as you shimmy out of them. “Are my intentions clearer now?” 

A sound resembling a growl sounds from deep in his chest as he practically tears the zipper off of his coveralls as he struggles to get them off. Giggles spill out of your lips as you watch him finally toss the offending material in the same general direction as your swim top. He’s left above you in only his undershirt and boxers.

“Be a good boy and take that off for me, hm?” you purr. Eddie feels a shiver go down his spine at your words and he quickly nods his head.

“Yes, ma’am.”

The white t-shirt and blue boxers soon go the same way as the coveralls and your husband’s body is hovering over yours. 

“That’s my good boy,” you praise him.

Eddie scoots down a bit, lips pressing against the skin of your neck, then your chest and stomach. 

“Can I taste you? Please?” he mumbles into the skin just above your belly button. 

“Of course.”

There’s no hesitation between your response and Eddie lifting your legs over his shoulders and licking a stripe up your heat. Your hands grip the sides of the lounge chair as your back arches. Eddie knows your body like the back of his hand and how to make you squirm right away. 

You’re pretty sure your lip is going to bleed from how hard you’re biting down on it as Eddie sucks your clit into his mouth. Large, calloused hands run up the outside of your thighs and rest on your lower stomach. You can feel more than hear the soft moans coming from your husband as his tongue moves down to prod at your hole.

“Shit,” you murmur under your breath. The sounds coming from between your legs are obscene but only make it even hotter. 

Eddie lets one of his hands come back down your body and he slips two of his fingers inside of you. The movement of his digits pumping in and out of you starts off slow at first, then picks up speed. It’s impossible to keep your moans to yourself at this point, just trying to keep quiet enough that any neighbors that are potentially outside won’t hear. 

“Close. Fuck, I’m close.”

The feeling of his tongue flicking over your clit joining the motion of his fingers has your muscles tensing, your legs tightening around his head as you feel your pleasure hitting its peak. One hand reaches down and tangles in Eddie’s curls, fist tightening and giving a small tug on the roots. 

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,” tumbles out of your mouth as the wave crashes over you, causing you to clench around Eddie’s fingers. He doesn’t slow down, just keeps working you through it with both his hand and mouth. 

Once your body relaxes back against the chair, Eddie pulls his fingers out and pops them into his mouth. His eyes close as he savors the taste of you on them. When his eyes open, it’s just in time for you to pounce on him. 

“You’ve had a hard day, baby,” you coo, wrapping your hand around his hardened length. Pre-cum pearls at the tip, dripping onto the flesh between your thumb and forefinger. “Let me take care of you, hm?”

Eddie just nods and whimpers, throwing his head back as you sink onto your knees in the freshly-cut grass and give him teasing kitten licks. 

“‘S that enough?” Of course it’s not; you know it’s not, but you love keeping him on edge.

“M-More. Please, need more,” he stammers out, legs quivering slightly. His quads flex as he tries to steady himself.

You indulge him, taking him fully between your lips. You swirl your tongue around his achingly sensitive tip, sucking sloppily. Drool runs down your chin but you make no attempt to wipe it away. He loves the way you so easily wreck yourself on his cock. 

“Feels s’good,” he groans, going weak in the knees when your hand attends to the part of his shaft not in your mouth. “Oh, fuck, that’s it. My beautiful girl.” His whines are loud, too loud considering the proximity to the nosy couple next door. They’re supposed to be at work now, but you never know who could be listening. 

“Shh, gotta keep it down,” you remind him, and he lets out another strangled whimper at the loss of your warm mouth. Pinching his inner thigh in retaliation, you say, “you want our neighbors to know that I’m sucking you off?”

Eddie shakes his head, curls rapidly brushing against his shoulders. “N-No.” Well, yes, he thinks, but he doesn’t dare admit it. 

You cup his balls, rolling them in your open palm while continuing to blow him, all too aware that you’re pulling the trigger. 

Sure enough, his throaty grunts punctuate the still summer afternoon. “Baby, mmm, fuck!” he manages through gritted teeth. You take him deeper, nose nestled in the unruly thatch of pubic hair adorning the base of his cock, doing everything you can to ward off your gag reflex.

“M s’close, shit, please let me cum on your tits,” he pleads, sounding as though he’s on the verge of tears. “Please, baby, I’ll do anything to cum on those perfect tits.”

You unceremoniously release him from your warm, wet mouth and jerk him a few times until he spills onto your chest. Thick white ropes of his spend now adorn your breasts as he stands there, breathless, his softening cock still in your hand. You take your pointer and middle fingers from your free hand and swipe at the cum, bringing them into your mouth and swallowing with a triumphant grin.  

You reach for your discarded swimsuit top, wincing when you try to fasten the ties. “Ouch,” you mutter, “feels like I did get a little burned on my back.”

Eddie’s eyes remain trained on your chest; specifically, the spot where you’d missed a bit of his cum just below your left nipple. He feels his cock start to twitch with the beginnings of another erection. “We have after-sun lotion in the house,” he finally says. “Get on the bed and I’ll give it to you.”

You throw him a wink, following his gaze to wipe off the cum before cheekily licking it from your finger.

“Oh, I bet you will, big boy.”

--

[writing-rat]

Lorraine's Lover

Pairing: Lorraine Day x GN!AFAB! Reader

Content: 18+ Content, no pronouns used, G!P Lorraine Day, Dominant Lorraine Day, Bottom Reader, AFAB Reader, Bit of fluff

Summary: Lorraine comes home from a shoot, prepared to see her lover and is ready for a good night too...

WC: 925

Lorraine was excited as she was ready to see her partner. Today had been a good filming day and it was local! That didn’t stop Lorraine from getting in the truck for a ride home. She didn’t want to get hurt by people in the town due to her losing her faith and her being a porno as well. Wayne was driving her as RJ was in the back with Maxine, Bobby and Jackson. This time they were filming a porno about 3 girls being slutty restaurant workers. Jackson was the patron and had used all 3 of them that day. Lorraine was just excited to see her partner though, and had checked the time constantly.

After around 10 minutes she was dropped off. “There you go Mouse,” Wayne spoke. They kept the same nickname with her without the church due to her not having faith anymore.  

“Thank you,” she said with a smile as she said goodbye to everyone, hugging Maxine and Bobby before running to her house practically. She had invited her lover there after her shoot and they said they would. She was soon through the door, looking for you immediately. That’s when she saw you cooking. “Baby,” she spoke happily and bounded over, hugging you tightly. You smiled immediately, kissing her gently. “Hey,” you spoke gently as you were chuckling. “Makin’ dinner. Good shoot?” you asked, kissing her forehead. “Yeah, we did a few scenes today and only had to redo one. We also had sandwiches and lemonade for lunch so I was cravin’ your cooking,” she responded and you chuckled with a nod. “At least I knew approximately when you came back,” you laughed a bit before plating up. It was just a pasta you had made up in your head, using the leftovers. She sat down eager, as you were soon handing over the food. “Thanks, baby,” she stated, waiting for you to sit down before she started. You loved that. “Want a drink?” you asked. “Yes! Coke please, I do want energy for tonight,” she smirked, causing you to blush and get 2 for the both of you. That’s when you sat down, handing hers over and you started to eat. You were also prepared for the night.

-

It was about 8 pm and you had just finished watching a film with Lorraine when she was kissing your neck. “My special little lover,” she murmured as she was soon rolling on top of you, kissing you deeply. You kissed back, holding her side as you knew she was ready. You could also feel her bulge on your stomach so you were even more excited about it. That’s when she suddenly laid you down and got on top, playing with your shorts. “You may,” you gasped, knowing what she wanted. She smirked, tugging them down and was surprised to see you commando. “Good,” she praised before removing your shirt, revealing you had no bra on too. Her dick twitched at that. 

That’s when she stripped down needily, kissing you before she was rubbing you gently, then entered a finger in slowly. She didn’t want you to be in pain after all. After realising you were loose enough, that’s when she added 2 more fingers and stretched you out fully, getting you ready for her. You appreciated that. “I think I’m loose enough,” you spoke shyly, moaning quietly as Lorraine nodded. “Just say water if you can’t handle it,” she hummed before she was slowly entering inside. You nodded. 

She was slow and gentle as she was entering, kissing you gently to help distract you from the pain. You were thankful for that, holding her as gently as possible. “There we go baby,” she muttered gently against your neck. “I’m fully inside, I’ll let you adjust for a few moments,” she added as she was marking your neck fully. You appreciated that, glad to be her lover as she was so much gentler with you than others in the films. 

Eventually, after a minute, you nodded. “Thank you, my love,” Lorraine spoke before she started to thrust into you. She was gentle and slow at first, kissing you gently to distract you from the slight pain at first. She hated to see you in pain after all. You soon tilted your neck, whimpering as you wanted her to mark you. You needed it. Lorraine meanwhile was groping at your chest with one hand, kissing your cheek as she thrusted.

Soon enough she was marking your shoulders too, as she was speeding up. She was also getting rougher as well. She knew you could handle it though like all the other times. Your moans also proved it as she kept going with a smirk, soon starting to suck on your nipples. She noticed how you clenched your hands around her. From that, she knew you were close. She was close herself, but she always wanted you to come first. She loved it whenever you tightened against her after all.

Soon enough you came, tightening around her dick. That’s when Lorraine kissed you suddenly, stopping the loud moan before she came hard inside, loving how you kissed back even more needier. “You did good baby,” she panted out with a smile, before kissing you much more gently, staying inside. 

“I love you,” you murmured, tired. She chuckled. 

“I love you too baby, always will,” she responded and cuddled you. “After a good cuddle session then we can clean up,” she added. You nodded, happy to be held and too tired to walk.

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I got tagged again for this by @chevvy-yates :3 thank you!

OC INTERVIEW: Sanctuary Zelenko & Joey Armas

▪ NICKNAME:

"Named myself Sanctuary after my favorite cologne, back when I was twenty. Company went under a year later, and then someone drank the rest of the only bottle I had. You remember Axis, baby?"

"That dumb piece of shit? Wait, that why you scrapped with him? Over the cologne?"

"Yeah. That's how I ended up with this. Couple people called me Zipperface for months."

"I 'member that. Won't lie, I thought it was pretty funny."

"'Course you did. Answer the question."

"Oh, my mama prob'ly named me Joseph or John or something but I've been Joey all my life."

▪ GENDER:

"I want you to guess."

"C'mon, I don't wanna be here forever. I'm a boy, and they're Sanctuary. 'f you try to make it make sense, your little head'll explode."

▪ ORIENTATION:

"I'm a man of many tastes."

"Nah, he likes anybody who looks like they'd grab his hips and make him beg. Isn't that right, baby?"

"Ain't denying. Hey, what're you squirming for? You asked the question, choom. We're just bein' honest."

▪ NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY:

"Born and raised here, but my parents both came from Ukraine. Don't really know what that makes me."

"You know more than me. Which is fuck-all, honestly. Whole family is dead now, though, so what's it matter? Sorry, 'm I makin' you uncomfortable again? Don't feel bad. Not like you killed 'em. Fuckers who did were taken care of years ago, don't worry."

▪ HEIGHT:

"Depends on what boots I'm wearin'."

"Flat, he's five-nine. And I'm five-eleven. I like to wear heels, though, so people look at me. Nothing gets someone's attention like a nice pair of heels. Or a big fucking knife."

"Yeah, I got the big fucking knife covered."

▪ STAR SIGN:

"Scorpio."

"I ain't even sure what my actual birthdate is. My citizen record says March twentieth but Mom always said she was just guessing. So that's, what, Aries or somethin'?"

"Not like it matters."

"Yeah, don't believe in that shit anyway."

▪ FAVE FRUIT:

"Ate a banana once. Real one. That shit was good."

"Where the hell'd you get a real banana?"

"Got a donor once who had a suite at the Highcourt, years back. Dub did her copycat thing and got in pretending she was a girlfriend experience or something. Stole everything she could carry. Not much, bitch had scrawny arms, but she got the fruit and some sweet threads."

"Don't remember that."

"Nah, it was right before we met. I remember, 'cause I was wearing the guy's underwear when we did meet."

"Do you still have the underwear?"

"No. Had to toss 'em after I got stabbed one time. Would've kept them 'cept that the bloodstain looked like I shit myself."

▪ FAVE SEASON:

"You think the twenty-degree flux we get counts as seasons? Well, it's winter, anyway. Shorter days, less sun."

"Fall. I make good money in the fall. Everyone's done partying for the summer, got their new implants, lookin' for glory on the streets."

▪ FAVE FLOWER:

"I dunno dick about flowers. I don't even know what kinds I got tattooed on me. Guess those would be my favorite, 'f I knew what they were called."

"I don't pay much attention to flowers, either."

▪ FAVE SCENT:

"Sanctuary. ...You didn't like it when we were talkin' about my "orientation" or whatever. Gonna really hate it if I go into detail about scent."

"I use pomegranate shampoo."

"Yeah, that's part of it."

▪ COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE:

"Don't like hot drinks. I'll drink lemonade, though."

"I used to drink coffee, but these days caffeine just fucks me up. I have enough headaches without it."

▪ AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP:

"Who keeps track? I'm a night owl, anyway."

"I try to get a reasonable amount in so I don't kill my patients."

▪ DOG OR CAT PERSON:

"I've never met a dog. Friend of mine has a cat, though, and I like her well enough, so that's one-zero in cats' favor."

"I like 'em both. Hunters and survivors, in their own ways."

▪ DREAM TRIP:

"Somewhere with a lotta trees. Grew up in the concrete jungle - a little more green'd be nice, y'know?"

"Yeah. I wouldn't mind visiting Ukraine. I don't know how much green is left, though - anywhere."

▪ NUMBER OF BLANKETS THEY SLEEP WITH:

"Two, so we each have our own and nobody's stealing it - baby, what are you doing?"

"Fuuuuuuuuck! My fuckin' fries are cold. 'Cause I've been sittin' here answering stupid questions. Are we done now?"

"We're done now."

▪ RANDOM FACT:

"I'm fucking hungry and now I gotta eat cold fries, that's a fact for you."

[honeybunnie222]

Lemonade

farm hand ellie x farmers daughter reader

this is part one! my first ever fanfic so pls be nice🙈 the next part will have smut…

For a while, it was just you and your dad on your quiet, quaint, farm. You would help out your father around the farm, tending to the vegetables, and various orchards you had, while your father worked with the animals and did most of the heavy work. But recently your father hired a new farm hand. Someone young and strong; some extra help as he reaches more difficulty with his age.

And lately you couldn't reaallyy focus on the farm.

Her name was Ellie, and something about her quiet nature made you curious.

Her warm freckled cheeks, glinting green eyes, toned arms, and short messy brown hair, made you blush like an idiot after each short exchange you had. No one had ever affected you like this before.

So, you stayed as far away from her as you possibly could. What would happen if she found out about these feelings you’re having? Or worse.. what if your father found out? No. This had to stay a secret, and you had to stay away.

“Ouch!” You winced as you felt the sting of the lemon juice seep into your papercut. “fuck” you muttered under your breath, taking your finger into your mouth and sucking to relieve the pain.

The screen door slung open, then shut. You ran some cold water over your finger, not looking back as you said “Want some lemonade Daddy?“

You hear someone clear their voice. You roll your eyes as you turn around. “Did you hear me, I said-“ You stop abruptly as you’re met with Ellie’s piercing green eyes.

She sucked in a breath, as she took you in. Your long hair was tied in a bow at the back of your head, and your soft curves were framed by short cutoff jean shorts, and a white tank top that left little to the imagination.

“Oh- You startled me Ellie.” you say, nervously wiping your hands on your shorts. “Is there something I can help you with?”

You noticed how the rolled up sleeves of her flannel shirt showcased her taught forearms. You blush slightly, wondering what those arms would look like flexing, as they pump in and-

She cleared her throat again, “Uhh yeah actually. I could use a little help with something ,but your dad went into town, and i’m not sure when he’s gonna be back sooo.” she said her voice trailing off as she leans on the countertop, trying not to gawk too hard at the pretty girl in front of her.

“But you’re uh makin’ lemonade so never mind, sorry for bothering you.” She laughs awkwardly, rubbing her hand on the back of her neck sheepishly.

“Im almost done! I just need to clean up. What do you need help with?” You ask, cocking your head to the side and looking up at her, eager to help.

“The sheep. We have to shear them because it's already summertime." She says, as she pulls out a pair of shears that were slung low on her belt.

You threw away the remaining lemons, and wiped down the counter top quickly. “Alright, I’m ready.” you said smiling. “Lead the way.”

Ellie grinned and gestured for you to follow.

The sun was already shining brightly. Ellie’s arm wiped the sweat away off her freckley face.

As you walked to the sheep, you wondered how she could bear the heat, working out here in the hot sun all day. Especially, in that flannel.

She pulls out a lamb.

"Here, I'll need you to hold her down for me.. so that she won't move.."

You snickered. “You’re telling me you couldn’t hold her still?” You question, giggling as you point out the size difference between Ellie and the small lamb.

Ellie rolls her eyes, and places her hands on her hips defensively. “Hey! She’s really fast, and she just wont stay still.” she grumbles. “I sheared all the other sheep on my own, but this one just likes giving me some extra trouble."

“sureee.” you say smiling, as Ellie’s brow forrows. Yet, you follow her commands, holding the restless lamb still.

The lamb bleated loudly as Ellie took the shears and got closer to the her.

“aww, she’s scared. It’s okay sweetie.” You coo, stroking the top of her head. You held her in place.

The way she handled the sheep so well.. firm but gentle at the same time. You couldn’t take your eyes off her.

Ellie was very focused, her lips parted and the tip of her tongue stuck out a bit. “stay still for me…. yeah just like that” she muttered to the sheep, trimming the fur of the animal.

Your cheeks glowed bright red , as her words left your stomach in knots. You looked down, fidgeting with the edge of your shorts.

“good girl” she said as she released the sheep, squinting in the sun and wiping the sweat off her brow.

she reaches a hand out to you to help you up, and you take it. “Thanks for the help.” she smiles.

“Of course!” you hum, noticing the gold flecks in her green eyes. You suddenly realized how close you two were. Her coffee and pine scent enveloped you. A stray hair poked out of her bun, and it took everything in you not to reach up and tuck it behind her ear.

The heat was too much.

“It’s so hot out here!” You say, fanning yourself with a hand.

“And you’re out here working hard all day!” You squeeze her upper arm… feeling the muscles underneath the thick fabric.

“come inside for some lemonade?” you smile sweetly.

Ellie grinned. She grabbed the hand you had on her arm and smiled at you, her green eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

Ellie's hands were big enough to cover yours easily, as she squeezed it gently.

"That would be nice." She nodded.

[marnifein]

In the opulent boardroom overlooking the city skyline, MALACHAI found himself seated across from his father, the patriarch of the family and the founder of their flourishing black-owned media empire, CARMICHAEL. The air was thick with anticipation as the discussion revolved around the succession of the company, a topic that had pitted MALACHAI against his sister, brother, and uncle in a fierce familial competition. Despite the familial dynamics at play, MALACHAI's father couldn't help but be impressed by his son's unwavering work ethic and dedication to the company. The room echoed with the list of MAL’s achievements, from innovative digital media strategies to successful diversification into new markets. 

“I think you’ve been working hard to be next-up and I’m extremely proud of you. I want to hear more from you about plans that’ll continue our legacy. Impress me.” The older Carmichael male, MICHAEL, spoke as he gave his son the floor to speak. 

At his father’s request, MALACHAI eloquently articulated his vision for the company with a blend of passion and strategic acumen, illustrating a deep understanding of the media industry's nuances. He believed he was better suited for the top spot because he created BLADE, a music magazine that boosted so many careers and simultaneously ended a few. Outside of the traditional news stations in the company’s portfolio, BLADE was the most successful one and despite being backed by his father, MAL built it from scratch. 

“We’re the leading media company for our consumers and we prioritize Black stories, so it only makes sense that we continue to expand on that. With that being said, we should acquire Essence.” 

As soon as the words left his lips, a few laughs erupted in the boardroom, namely from his brother, CAINE. The two of them were fiercely competitive and he knew that his brother’s success in the sports media industry made him a strong contender for successor. “Essence is out the question. They’ve never been interested in something like this and their audience doesn’t align with ours.” 

“Is it because they’re women? If so, that’s a new low even for you, Caine.” Their sister, GENESIS, shot back with furrowed brows. She was in charge of overseeing one of their fashion magazines and she often found herself being overlooked by her father when it came to her business prowess. 

“Okay, that’s enough. Have the proposal on my desk by the end of the day and we’ll see. I’m not too sure though, Mal.” His father, caught between the desire to pass on the legacy to a deserving heir and the challenge of choosing among capable contenders, weighed the options. “You think this’ll strengthen your chance of earning this seat? It sounds like a major play and it’s risky.”

“I’m not worried.” He replied, confidently. While each family member brought a unique set of skills to the table, MALACHAI believed he stood out not only for his accomplishments but for his genuine commitment to amplifying black voices and perspectives through the media they controlled. 

“Wait… you already told me that I was taking over, so why you makin’ it seem like it’s up for debate.” Caine spoke up with a look of confusion displayed on his face. Everyone in the room turned towards the Carmichael patriarch expecting an answer, each family member chiming in with their dissatisfaction with the revelation. 

“You fuckin’ married me off to Ivy and said that settling down would be best for the family and for me being a leader. Yo ass don’t want me to lead no more or something?” The frustrated 29-year-old asked as he stood up from his seat. 

“I don’t have to explain a Goddamn thing to any of you! Nothing was finalized, Caine, and quite frankly it don’t seem like any of you fit to run a motherfuckin’ lemonade stand, let alone my company. Get the fuck out my face.” MICHAEL berated the trio in front of the other board members, adding, “NOW!”

Chuckling bitterly, MALACHAI walked out of the office along with everyone else. The meeting became a pivotal moment in the family's history, a crossroads where legacy, ambition, and familial bonds converged, leaving an indelible mark on the future of their media empire. All he felt was betrayal, yet it was a feeling he was all too familiar with.

[oriocookie]

percy jackson fic list

as soon as this list gets too big, itll separate into smaller, more specific categories

masterlist

A School Thrives off of Rumors and Gossip by the_fandoms_have_risen

Percy was different it only made sense that people would talk about it.

confessions of a drive-thru employee by thelordofshrimp for buoyantsaturn

a block down the street from DOA Records is a coffee shop. the mess spills over.

inspired by twenty four seven, i hate my love for you by buoyantsaturn! i was not allowed to say this was inspired by a series so i just linked to the first part. read that before this, or else this will make no sense and you, like our narrator, will be grasping at straws

The Overwhelming Specter of Your Mothers Book Club by 60sec400

Martha Blofis stared at her son in shock. “What do you mean,” she said slowly, “that you’re married?” Her son fidgeted nervously. First, he ran a hand through his peppered hair, and then his eyes flickered down and away. Then he lifted them again and smiled meekly at her. “Paul,” she said, “I need you to tell me what in gods name you were thinking.” “Her name is Sally Jackson?” Paul said, his voice lifting as he weren’t quite sure what the name of his wife was.

AKA Paul tells his mother he hasn't seen in four years that he's married. Really, the only thing she can think about is what she's going to tell her boook club.

crush crush crush by skyekingsleigh

Claire is new, and she's crushing on Percy hard. Only, he's "unavailable." Whatever that means.

through mortal eyes by ysavalkyrie (orphan_account)

Cassandra Fabroa was paired with Will Solace on their final project for Latin class.

She was very grateful. Not only because Cass had noticed that Will was really educated on that particular subject (he was top of that class too) but Will Solace was also hot.

Really hot.

percy jackson and the scrutiny of his coworkers by pqrker

Jim turned back to the tank and looked at Marcie the seal, who was now staring at the spot his coworker had been standing just moments before with that same strange look of reverence in her eyes.

Percy Jackson truly was the oddest person Jim Elpool had ever worked with.

or

5 times percy's coworkers were confounded by his fish magic, plus 1 time they try to figure it out

the jackson files by Ideasofmarch

Makin’ pancakes @makinbaconpancakes Does anyone know who the fuck Percy Jackson is???

Oranges are spicy @ronaldmcd Whomst?

Makin’ pancakes @makinbaconpancakes Check rachel dares insta story

Oranges are spicy @ronaldmcd k

Oranges are spicy @ronaldmcd Okay somebody find out who this kid is right damn now.

-

Rachel Elizabeth Dare posts a video of Percy on her instagram story. it all just spirals from there.

Someone to You by mrthology

Anna wasn't sure what to think of Percy Jackson, truth be told, having only met him twice. She adored her daughter in law Sally and her little granddaughter, but there was something about Percy that put her on edge. She had no idea what - he was a kind boy, eager to help with his baby sister when most teenagers would run for the hills and clearly adored his mother - but there was just something about him, something about his too-bright eyes that made her feel uneasy.

~~~

Or, Paul's parents are taking care of Estelle for a few days. When picking her up, they meet Percy again as well as his older brother (what was his name? Tri?). At this point, Anna just wants to know what the dad looks like to have kids that look like THIS. Especially when, several days later, they meet the stepmother as well.

the kids are all hopped up and ready to go by SammiPhoenix

Annabeth was fighting for her life, for the fate of the entire world, and her soulmate was singing the duck song. “A duck walked up to the lemonade stand and he said to the man, running the stand, ‘hey,’ bam, bam, bum, ‘got any grrrrrrrrapes?’” - - - - Annabeth doesn't try to find her soulmate, they find her.

etched on skin by unsureavenger

After Long Island is struck by ancient magic, Annabeth finds that broken sentences start to appear on her wrist; the thoughts of her soulmate. And she isn't the only one.

To Feel at Home by aMantaRay

There were a few stipulations, of course. Come up to make it look like he was breathing every once in a while, maybe appear a little wet in the water, and maybe, just maybe, let the other kids win every once in a while.

He smiled slightly at the thought, stepping out of the locker room, parka draped comfortably over his shoulders, arms not through the sleeves. Nah, today he’d win. It was the final meet before nationals and he wanted to compete.

After the war, Percy finally has a chance to feel a little bit normal.

The Baffling Transcontinental Road Trip of Percy Jackson by CassandraStarflower

“This week on Buzzfeed Unsolved, we cover the case of Percy Jackson.”

Start Over by RainKiss

Mr. Morelli is not a nervous person by character, but the file in front of him gives the scholastic transgressions of the new kid, who has been allowed to attend Goode High school—the place where he works.

Long Time No Sword-Fight? by ACrazyCooki

Annabeth decides to visit Percy at Goode Highschool. However, a video of them sparring is leaked to the entire school.

Get to Know You Better by the_seaworthy_muffin

If Paul may say so himself, he thinks he’s getting better at all this demigod business. * Or: Percy is struggling in the aftermath of the Pit, and Paul tries to help. Hilarity, Angst, and heaps of Family Feels ensue. A (Step) father-son bonding fic.

The Flood by Hazel652

A flood at Goode High causes Percy to explain the truth about his identity to Paul. Paul and Sally have an important talk.

The Boyfriend by Roselightfairy

The cliche: Annabeth's private-school friend finds out that Annabeth has a boyfriend. The twist: This mortal already knows Percy Jackson, from long ago.

Witnesses by Roselightfairy

Percy and Annabeth probably thought they were being subtle, but everyone knew about them even before they did. These are their "moments" from the perspectives of the people who just happened to be watching.

[jakebark]

Rp Starter - @the-game-warden

When Jake got back to his personal campsite in the fog, he was exhausted. Trials were never easy exactly, but the Legion were particularly difficult killers to go against. They were fast and hypervigilant, and even with the abilities granted to him by the Entity catching them was a challenge in and of itself. By the time the trial was over he was covered in just as much of his own blood as the killer's. He was ready to clean himself off and collapse onto his makeshift bed for some much needed rest.

Unfortunately, something in his tent was blocking him from doing that. Something large and furry. Was that a wolf?

When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. When the Entity gave Jake random, unmarked camps, empty and full of things to dig through, Jake was makin’ fucking lemonade.

Someone here was lucky enough to have a tent, and Jake had about as many qualms about trespassing as he did about theft. Which was to say, none, as he had already dug out a couple of smaller things that he planned to grab and run with when he got the chance. That was always the saddest part about being a wolf, really. No pockets. It was easier to get away with stealing, but he was limited on what he could get. But that was fine.

For all Jake knew, he was at a survivor campfire. It certainly seemed that way, from the smell and the items he’d dug up—or, at least it did until he heard something and his ears pricked back, and he’d turned and lifted his head and stared directly at a person covered in blood. Fresh blood, the kind that clogged his senses with the smell. Jake stared. That wasn’t even the worst part. He was staring at himself.

The wolf didn’t move and his eyes didn’t so much as flick away even for a moment. He did break the staring contest though, hackles raising while a little growl left him. I can’t fucking believe this. I’ve gone so long without this bullshit. Why now?

[goldenguillotines]

Naka my beloved hi!! Do you like going to bars with friends & if so do you have a go to drink at all?

"And Wren over here coMin' to talk With Me? Count Me lucky! CMon.. Ya can pop a squat With Me! Make yourself ar hoMe!"

->He dramtically pats the spot next to him..

"AnsWer your question there.. Of course! Me and the friends alWays end up round places like that.. Bars.. Clubs.. Restaurants.. We like Makin' it an outing, yknoW?"

"But especially bars Man. That's Where I Met Wicata and Milo at. Kinda hoW the Whole group sloWly Met."

"And of course I indulge Myself.. usually I just aiM for Whatever has the Most booze in it.. but recently been diggin' Vodka and leMonade or blue long island."

"S'funny. It doesn't hit Me till Much later... and leMMie tell you. Huge difference noW versus When I Sas younger drinking. That's for sure. Makes Me feel all WarM n fuzzy."

[auxiliarydetective]

Falling for Hogan's Heroes - Day 3: Summer at Stalag 13

LeBeau didn’t know why he had signed up for laundry duty again. By itself, it had sounded great because of one thing: Water! He got to have his arms elbow-deep in a tub of water, not cold water, but water nonetheless. However, there was one very crucial issue: The clothesline was directly in the sun. Of course, it should be. That way everything dried faster. But the same way it warmed up all the clothes, it also burned and cooked every inch of LeBeau’s body. Exhausted, he backed up against the barracks’ wall, hiding in what little shadow there was left.

“D’you want some water?”

LeBeau turned around to look into Carter’s large, kind eyes. He smiled and nodded, taking the bottle he had brought.

“Thanks, Carter.”

“Boy, that’s some heat today, isn’t it? Too bad we don’t get a weather forecast here, we would’ve at least been prepared!”

“The day the Krauts give us weather forecasts, the war is over”, LeBeau grumbled. “They wouldn’t tell us when to send in our planes.”

“D’you think they’ll let us not wear our uniform if we ask them nicely?”

Carter had tied his flight suit around his waist, exposing a grey tank top underneath. Little dark splotches of sweat showed he had probably been to the volleyball field just before coming here.

“That would be nice, wouldn’t it? At least you have your flight suit. I’m melting.”

“Funny, Colonel Hogan said the same thing. And Newkirk too!”

“Poor Newkirk, he’s got the worst deal.”

“Yeah, poor guy with his turtleneck. No wonder he’s been sitting around in the shadows all day. All the other RAF boys have shirts, why doesn’t he?”

“Probably thought it looked too formal”, LeBeau shrugged. “But that’s coming back to bite him now.”

“Summers don’t get this bloody ‘ot in England”, Newkirk grumbled, having snuck up from behind. He looked absolutely miserable. “Come on, get back to work, LeBeau. You need to get this done. I ‘eard Vicky’s makin’ lemonade and I need your ‘elp to steal it.”

[tajthegrappler]

📸 tajthegrappler just posted:

when i see trouble comin’ my way, i be makin’ lemonade 🍋♥️🍋♥️🍋

[josiejohnscn]

Living in this big blue world With my head up in outer space I know I'll be A-O, A-O-K I know I'll be A-O, A-O-K When I see trouble come my way I be makin' lemonade I know I'll be A-O, A-O-K I know I'll be A-O, A-O-K

[blackbird-brewster]

country time for life (or any lemonade tbh)

NO REGRETS!! I was so full of lemonade, tummy makin' splooshy noises. So contented.

I was so hyped when I found a big ass tub of Country Time mix here. I miss lemonade so much, NZ is an affront to all that is good and holy and if you ask for 'lemonade' people hand you fucking Sprite. BITCH, WHY!?!!??!

Anyway, yeah -- you're 100% correct Anon. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to make another 2L of Country Time.

[fartfartass]

"When I see trouble come my way I be makin' lemonade"