#after that I’m like nah I’m not gonna get into that

[sturniyolos]

Angry sex with Chris while he’s your enemy keeps me up at night.

“I fucking hate you so much.” Chris says as he’s pounding into you, choking you.

“Right back at ya.” You exclaim, arching your back.

As one would say, he was a bit “ticked off” after seeing you talk with one of the guys Chris told you to never talk to, Jason.

It bothered him that he couldn’t make a scene as everyone who knows you & him know you guys both despise each other—or so they thought.

He knew when he went to this party something enevitable was going to happen, but he didn’t expect something quite like this.

After snatching you from Jason, he found the closest unoccupied room, & that’s when everything began.

Chris slapped your cheek, you moaning as a result.

“You’re such a slut, look at you. You know how much I hate sluts.” He says, moving his hand to your waist.

“Y-you love when I’m your s-slut though.” You say, making him switch positions with you so now you’re on top.

“You wanna play smart?” Chris says, looking up at you.

“I’m not playing, I am smart.” You say, started to go up and down on his hard cock.

Both of your moans become synchronized as you kept fucking him. He loved the sight of you on top of him, your pussy gripping him, not wanting to let go.

And you loved the sight of him under you, his long dick hitting your spots that only he knew.

“I hate you so much but this pussy— Fuck.” He says, throwing his head back.

“If you weren’t such a asshole, I’d be fucking you every night.” You state breathlessly, your hand creeping to his throat to choke him.

“You don’t fuck me, I fuck you ma.” Chris states, flipping both of you again so he’s on top.

He pulls out quickly, making you pissed.

“You can’t even make a girl cum, I don’t know why you act like—“ You say, but being cut off as he turns you around and starts fucking you from the back.

You moan loudly, arching your back and gripping the sheets like your life depended on it.

“Aw, you were just talking shit now look at ya. Can’t even talk can you, mama?” He says while laughing, pulling your hair so your head is up from the sheets.

Chris pulls out his phone & starts recording. Half of the reason was to embarass you, and the other half was for him, but for “no reason in particular.” Yeah. Okay.

“Look at you— does Jason make you feel like this?” Chris asks, showing your fucked out face—your mascara smeared, your tangled hair, and the slight drool coming out of your lips.

“S-shut the fuck up and f-fuck me.” You say as you look and flip off the camera, placing your middle finger in your mouth and sucking it.

“Here, I’ll make this video more enjoyable.” You state, while he’s still recording.

“Oh my God, yes daddy— harder, faster. You fuck me so good, no one does it better than you!” You said moaning loudly, mocking him. Well— part of you was mocking him, and the other part was how he actually made you feel while he was balls deep inside you— but he doesn’t need to know that.

“You always gotta be the one to win huh?” He asks, choking you from behind.

“It’s what I do, baby.” You say, looking at the camera while biting your lip.

He stops recording and throws his phone across the room. He switched positions again so you guys are in missionary.

“D-don’t you have other b-bitches to f-fuck?” You say, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“As much as I hate you with my whole entire heart, no one’s pussy is better than yours.” He says, rubbing your clit gently.

“Always so tight, wet, it’s made for me.” He says, putting a hand on your cheek.

You take his hand, and start sucking on his thumb, neither of you guys breaking eye contact.

“Are you on the pill, yet? Please tell me you are.” He says, sounding all whiny.

“Yeah I am now, why?” You ask, feeling your orgasm coming.

“Because I’m n-not pulling out, I want you to take all m-my cum. Nah, you are going to take all cum.” He says, his thrusts getting sloppy.

“Fuck C-Chris I’m gonna-“

“Hold it.”

“I need to now-“

“I said fucking hold it.”

You were holding it in as best as you can, fighting demons at this point.

“Fuck I’m cumming, let go baby.” He says rubbing your clit ferousicly.”

You guys both cum at the same time, his head going in your neck and your hands massaging his hair. He fills up your tight hole, you giggling as a result.

He pulls out slowly, you wincing at the lost in contact. He take his pointer and middle finger and slowly puts it inside of you.

“You gotta take everything, not lettin’ any go to waste.” He says taking his fingers out, and shoving it in your mouth.

“I hate you.” You say, out of breath.

“No you don’t.” He states, laughing as he cleans you up

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[cheri-2047]

Idk if it's a good request or nah, but can you do a imagine in which the reader got adopted by Lyney, Lynette and Freminett family? Not like adopted by the HoH and arle. The trio adopt us but keep us away from Fatui business. We are obviously young and just got isekai'ed to Teyvat. I hope it's not a weird request, I just really want some platonic time with the trio :')

DUDE THIS IS SUCH AN INTERWSTING REQ, ID LOVE TO WRITE THIS !!

I’m gonna make it so the ages are like, freminet is 16, lyney and Lynette are around 20 and they found you when you were like idk 6

This is so badly written in sorry it’s cause tumblr deleted my progress thrice and my lazy ass lost my motivation on this.

This went from a third person perspective to a first so MY BAD. I’m really sorry like genuinely 😞

Hearth siblings adopt you <3

Tags: none this is in a family situation

Characters: Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, mentions of Arlecchino

Lyney and Lynette were in a mission together, to gather some information from a well-known noble in Fontaine.

The pair had gotten tickets to go to a banquet as requested by father, to “extend connections” and to fulfill their task.

They were in their usual get up, with small extra details such as some pearls on Lynette’s hair and as for Lyney, he had temporarily glued on extra sequins on his hat.

The two introduced themselves, blending in with the crowd smoothly as they had the noble in sight.

“My if it isn’t the greatest magicians in Fontaine!”

The noble recognized them, after seeing them in the Steambird countless times.

“Ah, hello! Pleased to meet you! But ah sir, you must be quite wrong. For we are actually the greatest in all Teyvat!”

Lyney joked, extending his hand for the noble to shake.

“Lyney and Lynette, correct?”

The man said, shaking the boy’s hand. They both nod, as Lynette bowed her head.

“Pleasure to meet you.”

The three chat, as there was a sudden commotion from the food area.

“OUT!”

The Gardes yelled, pointing to the door. The crowd looked curiously, to see a small child running out of the building.

“Ah little dumb kids. Which noble would bring their child to a grand place like this?”

The noble chuckled. The twins (though they didn’t want to) laughed along with his remark.

The twins were smooth, they knew how to talk so they would get answers. They got all the information they needed and decided to linger around longer, to promote themselves as well.

“Ah well sir, we are going to take our leave for now. Thank you!”

The two introduced themselves to others.

“We’re Lyney and Lynette!”

They said, showing others small card tricks.

After a few hours they got all they needed and more, and left the venue. As the two walked out and made their way to the Hotel Bouffe D’ete, they heard small cries.

“….brother look.”

The cat-hybrid pointed towards a bush, walking towards it a little. They saw…a child, a child who looked barely an age over 5. Hugging their knees while shivering and crying.

“…hello..”

The cat hybrid held out her hand, only for the child to look even more terrified.

“We won’t hurt you…”

The hybrid kneeled down to the child’s height, as the young boy approached them and kneeled down as well. The child only looked more scared.

“Hey…your knee is bleeding…”

The young boy said, reaching for his pocket to grab a handkerchief.

“May I?”

The child didn’t speak.

“Ah..parles-vous francais?” (Do you speak French?)

The child shook their head. “Ah…”

“What’s your name little one?”

The boy said, suddenly reaching his hand out with the handkerchief.

“I’m just gonna wipe your wound okay?”

The child nodded, as if saying it was okay before telling the twins their name.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Lyney and this is my sister”

“Lynette. Where are your parents?”

The child shook their head. the hybrid understood.

“I see… are you from here?”

Lynette tried to not talk about parents, since it might have been a sensitive topic for you

“No…”

Her eyes widened in shock, but decided not to question it.

“Ah..I see..”

The boy finished wiping your knee. He could have sworn he had seen you somehwere.

“Can you walk?”

You nodded. Standing up. Suddenly, the magician regcognized you.

“…ah! You were the child who got chased out by the gardes!”

You froze. Were they going to get angry at you? Tell you to scramble off? Were the-

Your stomach grumbled.

“…you were looking for food Weren’t you?”

You nod.

“Well in that case..why don’t you come home with us?”

Lyney turned to his Sister in shock.

“Lynette- we can’t possibly just bring another child to the hearth. You’ve seen how the other kids reacted..”

“They have no home. Where else are they to go?”

“Anywhere but the hearth.”

They kept whispering to each other, not wanting you to hear anything.

Lyney didn’t mean to sound rude, he just wanted to keep you out of fatui matters. He wanted to keep you safe especially since it looked like you didn’t know anything.

“…”

“…”

“…fine”

“Alright Reader… we will take you to a new home okay?”

Lyney sighed. as he carried you up in his arms and started to walk with you.

“We’ll introduce you to our little brother once we get to the hea- at home.”

Lynette pulled some extra sweets out of hee bad, she fed you while her brother was carrying you. As all 3 of you walked, you fell asleep in his arms.

Lynette and lyney were trying to figure out how to take care of you. They didn’t want to tell father, since they didn’t want you to suddenly be forced to enter a life full of a murderer and a criminal.

After awhile, you suddenly woke up in a bed, with a short boy sitting on the edge of it.

“Ah..um…you’re awake…”

“Hello there…I’m freminet..”

The boy introduced himself, as he Pat your head.

“I’m their little brother.. and I’ll be taking care of you today since they’re in a missio- ah- since they’re busy”

You nodded

The three would keep you in a different place outside the hearth. They would do everything to ensure that nobody from the hearth knew you and father would never find out

You hang out with freminet mostly. He makes the clockwork machines a lot while he’s in your room.

The twins always check on you everyday, and entertain you with magic tricks.

Any attempt of calling them your father or mother, they would immediately shut it down and say “no no you don’t have to-“ and laugh afterwards

Whenever you get sick one of the twins would make an excuse to father to not go on a mission, and instead take care of you.

Freminet often gives you some toys, he gets slightly happy whenever he comes back to your home to see you playing with them.

As you grow up, the three teaches you more things (like for school) and they even let you watch some of their shows. On the condition that “you must act like you don’t know us personally. Got it?”

Honestly they would be really nice older siblings to you, they also feel pride in themselves that they “raised a kid normally”

They let you leave your room whenever you want, on the condition that you must say a fake name and call them whenever you go out (and when you’re back).

Sometimes on missions, they feel bad for leaving you out so if they go to another ball, they have an extra ticket for you. They often tell you they’re just “promoting the show” but you don’t mind it.

You get really suspicious and weirded out sometimes, but then freminet would just make an excuse like “since you’re not from Fontaine, people might look for you…”

I bet the three genuinely think they’re being so slick but in reality, arlecchino knows about this. I dont know how she found out, maybe the way all three of them have gotten more food than usual? But she knows about you. She knows your real name, your age and how you look like, but she pretends to not know a thing. She finds it amusing that her 3 kids are trying so hard to give you a normal life and she wants to see the outcome of this.

All 4 of you become really close. Lyneys always there if you need someone to cheer you up, lynette is always there if you want comfort or desserts, and Freminet is literally like your best friend.

They set your birthday in the day they found you. Whenever it’s your birthday, all three give you presents and gives you their favorite food.

On their birthdays, they visit you late (since the hearth also celebrates) but whenever they do, they have their favorite foods and you have a gift for them too that they always appreciate. (And they would always use)

Whenever you’re alone for long periods of time, they would apologize and make up for it by staying with you the entire day the next day.

I’m actually so sorry for the shitty writing like genuinely and this wasn’t proofread either 😔 but thank you so so much

[grimesgirll]

“nah, baby, i’m not gonna be able to stop when i start.”

“let’s share then!”

“blood?”

you nod eagerly and daryl shakes his head again, muttering a no, baby, it’s not a good idea but your hand is on his bicep, bare neck front and center, and you feel him twitch in his pants beneath you. letting out a naughty giggle, you grind further onto your beloved vampire. “c’mon,” you coo. “you know you wanna.”

“you know i do, girl,” daryl breathes against your shoulder when you lean down to begin kissing his own, trailing up to his neck. he shudders with you on atop him. “baby,” he protests as you place hot, open mouthed kisses all over his pale skin.

"then why don't you let me taste you and i'll let you taste me?"

you propose that as if daryl hadn't seen the fucking face of god last time he'd tasted you.

"drinking from your kind is dangerous." he tells you immediately, even scooching back as if to not be so close to your irresistible smelling neck.

"but i trust you!" you insist and wrap your arms around him to pull the cold blooded man close to your chest. "why don't you trust me on this?"

"because i love you too much for you to let me drain you in the fucking bed."

a huff escapes you. "dare',"

"don't start that."

"but you'll be able to control yourself. i know it," you promise and press a kiss to his cheek, then his lips, reveling in how he softened into you. you only withdraw your lips to assure him, "let's just do it. i wanna taste you, dare'." your lips twinge into a crooked grin once daryl slides off slightly to reach off the side of the bed.

a flash of silver from the nightstand and daryl’s raising a freshly incised wrist to your lips.

for me? you mouth before parting your lips to let the thick liquid fall between them.

you haven’t had much vampire blood before. only once before in a dire emergency had daryl offered you his wrist. it feels special - like he’s yielding something sacred when it coats your tongue and you swallow what john hopkins' leading biologists had deemed the ultimate life blood.

daryl drops his wrist after you down a mouthful and is suddenly transfixed by how rapidly black, vivid dilation consumes your once bright eyes. only a thin ring of color remains on the edge of your iris. wooziness sets in and daryl's rushing to curl you into his side and recline you on the satin pillows of your shared bed. he can't help but swell in his pants at the spectacle he's made of you lolling your tongue out just a little to catch the dribble down your lips.

“now it’s your turn.”

“girl i said-,”

“-i know what you said!” you exclaim. daryl’s darkened eyes widen at your outburst. you sweep a tress of hair behind your head and roll your eyes. “i’m gonna be fine. please, dare’!” you pout. “i know you can just take a little. try it!”

“but what if-,”

“-you won’t.”

now you're nearly on top of your undead lover again - hands planted on his uncut forearm to urge him. "dare', it's only fair."

"it's not fair to drain you, baby," your auburn haired boyfriend counters. "you know how vamps get about fairy blood."

"just try it," and despite his speed, he almost misses the knife you're about to clean off. "hey!" you protest once he tosses it across trhe room.

"fine, just let me," daryl gives in.

you beam with delight. your lips find his again and envelope them, slipping your tongue inside as you bring his strong, calloused hand to your collarbone and slant into the welcoming bed. the hesitation you sense, you try to assuage with a thoughtful hand on his chest, twisting to touch his torso and draw him against you.

the sound of daryl's robust fangs coming forth has you already dripping. you squirm against his weight, already tilting your hips beneath him and his dick isn't even out.

"you ready, baby?"

a gentle hand comes to your chin, and daryl's wondering if it's even fair to ask you this in this rapturous state. to no one's surprise, you're nodding and begging for him to "just fucking bite" you already.

without further ado, daryl dips his fanged bite to the delicate skin of your neck. those sharp, penetrating teeth don't even factor into your experience. you're waiting for pain - daryl told you it sometimes hurt.

devoid of it or delayed, the pain never comes. just pleasure.

"ah, fuck!" you croon lustily. echoing your expletive with another moan. you feel daryl stop, not sucking or puncturing further. you whine and hook your leg under and around his. "don't stop," you demand raggedly.

so he doesn't. daryl drops his incisors fully into your neck, murmuring something through a blood filled mouth into your neck.

"fuck, dare'," you rasp.

the tugging through your neck, through your veins is only a dull, thrilling ache with daryl’s blood in your system. he may as well just be kissing your neck - delivering the ultimate hickey. whatever pain the bite victims on the news went on about when the anti-VRA people clearly did not present while infused with vampire blood.

it's not long before your boy is coming up for air.

blood dripping from his mouth, he's never looked more handsome.

you immediately pull him in for a sloppy kiss, not caring for the irony taste of you on his tongue or wondering why he's not insisting that he wipe off before he kisses you. no, daryl's arching into the kiss and returning your bump and grind with his own hips. you giggle into his mouth. daryl's high on fairy blood. your favorite.

ferocity takes over your formerly - somewhat - tame creature of the night. inhabitations dead and buried, daryl's not hesitating this time to get his lips on your neck - or to hike down your skirt. your legs kick desperately as you wiggle your brown skirt past your ass and suddenly your legs are in the air. held by one hand, your knees crunch above your chest and your panties are thrown to the floor. nose sharply inhaling as if he could siphon every delicious scent, every delectable drop of you from his nose through your clit.

"mhmm," you coo needily. "daryl!"

a tongue laves its way around your clit from side to side, then up and down as if blood drunk daryl couldn't decide. those unwavering hands keep your thighs propped up regardless. you buck and thrash but with daryl's hands on you, you remain still and twitch into his touch. your musk still dancing on his tongue and on the tip of every one of his senses just as he digs his fingers into your thighs. that seemingly supernatural tongue flicks around your clit and teases your core.

a buildup is on the brink of collapse before you even know it. there's no warning sign except for an involuntarily husk and the slick suddenly complimenting and wetting his pretty, pleasure driving lips already coated in your whimsical blood. the same fairy blood that he's going to his head. he can't tell if he's pussy drunk or overdosing on your sweetness.

and you can't tell the difference between time and space. both entities flicker on the edge of your peripherals as a blinding, body curling rush crashes through you. lightning can't compare. no tongue in the world could have you coming undone this way. if you two weren't so wrapped up in each other and the potency of your blood, you may be embarrassed but there's no room to be embarrassed with a vampire between your legs. a creature who loves nothing more than to build you up even past the point of breaking. he can't help but grow louder and even more aggressive in his tongue led campaign against your sensitive, fleshy core. you tighten and untighten, coil and burst until you're convulsing and coming onto daryl.

there's no chance to catch your breath as the wild weapon weaves even more neediness into you with the sweetness he's stealing from between your thighs. the campaign proceeds north, detailing a messy, hot, purple trail from your lower lips along your torso, your tits and to the lips quivering, still trying to trap breath in any way possible.

you're indulging in your own sweet, slick musk from daryl's lips and encircling your arms around him for anchorage once more. your hips on top of each other propels daryl in motion to yank his pants down. between you, his boxers are sliding down and he's knocking them off the bed.

an animalistic growl erupts from him just at the sensation of your slick pussy beneath his girthy cock. dick in hand, daryl is lining up with your slip n' slide of an entrance. suddenly you're pleading. puffing out pleases all while daryl sucks up the divine array in front of him.

head buried into your chest, it's easier to combat the chaos your blood has swirling around in your head. its heat inducing and dastardly just how hot you are like this. punctures on your neck healing, tits bouncing with every bated breath, voice dripping like honey. the vampire presses fangless kisses against your skin when he finally pushes his hips forward.

"fuck!" is your exclamation of choice.

"so fuckin' good," daryl husks into your chest.

an inch or two at a time is how daryl takes you. a tit cupped in one hand and yours in the other, daryl is sure to grate against your clit as he eases in. each labored moan eggs him to go further. the vulgar syllables you're uttering only urge daryl. eventually he's eating up every fuck, shit, and jesus christ with a crushing kiss.

hot and heavy, you two rapture yourselves into the most sinfully delightful rhythm. the drag of his cock against you feels like the finest massage. the edges of your vision are already spotty, so you just coax daryl closer and clench down on his cock.

"fuck," you two rasp in unison.

"c'mon, dare'," you're already croaking. "i'm already close."

daryl doesn't need to look up from licking the fervid skin of your breasts to know your lips are swollen, eyes blinking back tears, and dumbstruck. but when he finally tilts his head up, it makes all the difference. then he's diving to meet your lips.

those thigh muscles work into you without pause. thumping and smacking the wall, the bed feels like a faraway universe compared to the world outside.

your muscles tighten around him to remind that you are so close. so close that a finger against your clit has you squealing. daryl only subjects you to the dual motions long enough to feel the tension in your core crumble and crush his cock. he doesn't need every sense heightened by fairy blood to fill you up faster than he'd like. now though, with no resolve or reason he can summon to stop, he's on the edge of euphoria.

daryl immersed in you has you riding the same high. teary eyes long to capture the sight of him so relaxed. removed from any drama or stress, you wish you two could roll around like this every day. to thrust your face towards his and feel his stubble, to kiss hungrily, and feel his lips on yours as he finishes.

spurting into you like no tomorrow, daryl drives his hot seed into you. the hips that have you pinned to the sheets show no sign of stopping. in and out, in and out. the motion repeats itself as daryl rams every last bit of himself into you and you snap and shriek.

tremors trickle through you until they're turning to thunder crackles around daryl's cock. the sounds spilling from you two soundtrack your thoroughgoing, salacious release. "holy fuck, you feel good inside of me," you're cawing into his ear as you canter closer to coming down.

blissed out on the bed, the two of you don’t know where one of you begins and the other ends. tangled together is the only state you can comprehend. a whimper runs through you once daryl gently tugs his cock from your messy pussy. the cool air coasting up and down your folds startled you, not as much as the finger gathering up your slick - which daryl licks clean.

“fuck, and how many hours to dawn?” you ask, sitting up on lazy elbows.

“long enough for you to get some sleep.”

you huff. even through teary, lusty eyes you’re

“you gotta sleep off the v, girl.”

“it’s not v.” you argue instantly. you curl up to daryl’s side and drop your chin onto his shoulder. “it’s you. i don’t wanna sleep you off.”

“well you’re gonna be bouncin’ off the walls if you don’t,” and when your fingers start sliding down your lover’s torso, he takes the time to wrestle you into the soft mattress. instantly, his mouth is attached to your already healing wound - courtesy of the v, his blood.

pinned beneath daryl, you could go to sleep. fade into the mattress or the feeling of pure joy consuming you. but then you hook a leg around his and when your eyes meet, his are blacked out. or you could go for round two?

[sturnwh0re]

*- Just a TikTok. -*

*- C. S. -*

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CONTAINS: Oral fem!Recieving, p in v, dirty talk, pet names, under the influence, rough, sloppy, overstimulation, degrading, praising, flirting, suggestive behavior, Chris!dom, reader!sub

description: Chris was left home alone & bored out of his mind. He decided to invite you over— things got messy real fast..

< YOU > : pink

< CHRIS > : Orange

Chris was left home alone sitting on his couch, he had been in a bad mood when his brothers asked if they wanted to go run errands with them, so out of pettiness he declined hoping to show his frustrations. Once he had no other distraction to keep his occupied he decided to text you.

* texting *

“hey y/n, I’m bored as fuck. Can you come over or something ?”

“I thought you and your brothers were gonna go run errands?”

“nah. I was mad at them so I just stayed home. Kinda regretting it though.”

“ykw, I’ll be there in a couple of minutes. Also, just out a curiousity, y’all got any alcohol over there?”

“alcohol? Yeah, prolly. Why ?”

* read *

Now you had just read Chris’ message almost leaving his on edge on why you would want alcohol. You had went out to your car and started it up to start getting to Chris’ house knowing he wouldn’t leave you alone if you didn’t leave immediately— well— maybe it was also because you were eager to see him.

You had seen Chris’ house in sight and pulled into his driveway. He must’ve heard it because before you even left the car he walked outside and peeked his head through the open front door.

You got out of your car and slammed the door shut while locking it. You walked up to the porch that also had Chris waiting there.

“Hey Chris!” I said happily but I tried to hide away those emotions so he wouldn’t see how eager I was to get here and see him.

“Sup, come inside.” Chris had said almost nonchalantly acting as if his ass didn’t literally invite you over. He waited for you to go inside then followed behind you, smuggishly chuckling at the dump truck you had following your behind.

you hadn’t noticed his stare yet, so you had just normal walked into the living room and jumped onto the couch. “Why are you looking at me like that you weirdo?” I said genuinely curious why I was getting such odd behavior right after the nonchalant responses.

“you have a fat ass, I bet you already know that though.” Chris said smirking while looking down at me sitting. He was almost pushing his hips into my face before he sat down next to me.

“your so weird.” I said giggling and shaking my head as if I was disappointed in him. He was a funny guy but his flirting was so unhinged and extremely bold. his mouth would just let stuff slip out that traveled through his head.

“oh— I almost forgot, you got that alcohol?” I said nudging my shoulder against Chris. He looked over all confused still curious on why I even wanted alcohol.

“You wanna drink right now?— and, you never even answered my text. Why do you even want it?” He said as if he was almost offended that I didn’t respond back to his text. It’s not like he ever answered any of mine either. He sat there squinting waiting for a response

“I dont know, just thought we could drink, make some tiktoks, and just have some fun.” I said shrugging my shoulders. It was true— I did just wanna have some fun and not just rot on his couch.

Chris’ eye brow raised and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Oh really? What kind of fun mama?” He said in his flirty tone. That fucking tone of his was like a magic spell. I couldn’t let it get to me before the alcohol did.

“Let’s pour a couple of drinks and find out— and stop with that name, Topher.” I chuckled. Chris hated the nickname ‘Topher’. If he wanted to used those nicknames on me, i could use some on him. I left the couch and started to walk to the kitchen.

“Fuck off with that nickname.” Chris said shaking his head and getting off the couch to follow me to the kitchen. He bit his cheek hoping to not to hear ‘Topher’ from anybody else or even from me again.

I let out a small chuckle and leaned on the counter “Where do you keep your alcoholic stuff?” I said not wanting to scavenge through every cabinet and drawer out of respect for the property.

Without words, Chris walked over to the fridge and grabbed us both a drink. He popped the tab on them both with just his pointer fingers. He was such a show off. “Here you go mama. These are strong so don’t drink all of it at once.”

He handed over the drink to me and we had started sipping and talking. Before I knew it I was already done with half of it and feeling it all kick in. “Wanna make a TikTok?” I said trying to avoid feeling all the side effects of the alcohol.

“Sure.” Chris responded quickly as he set his drink down on the counter and grabbed my wrist and brang me to the living room to film a TikTok. He grabbed his phone and chose a sound and then started the timer.

He ran back next to me and he had started to clap to the beat. I bent over on him as a tease and just for some spice in the TikTok and before I got back up, he grabbed my hips and grinded into me.

“fuuckk.” Chris grunted, almost forgetting we were making a TikTok video. I didn’t know whether I should regret this or enjoy this— but I feel like I was definitely enjoying this.

“your such a slut.” I chuckled it off and attempted to get up for a 2nd time but now he grabbed my neck and bent over too, his chest rubbing on my back as he grinded into me.

“don’t play these fucking games with me. You know I need you and your teasing me.” He growled into my ear, followed with a grunt. He kept grinding into my ass and his grip on my neck tightened so slightly.

“Chris— fuck.. are we really doing this?” I said mumbling almost hesitant. I knew I wanted this. And I knew if I drank enough alcohol this was going to happen.

“fuck yes.” Chris said as he stood me up fully and spun me around, his hand still on my neck as he pulled me in for a sloppy kiss. Our tongues were clashing together and saliva had dropped to my chin, as well as his.

Chris had walked me into the couch and we were still sloppily kissing before he broke the kiss and released my neck as he breathe heavily into the air that heated up to the tension. “take it off.”

“W—what..?” I said confused not understanding what he meant at first.

“don’t make me do it for you. Take your clothes off.” He growled as he towered over me, watching me sit helplessly on the couch. We both needed this and wanted it badly. If anything— I craved it.

I started to take my shorts off then my shirt. I was left in my bra and panties. As vulnerable as I was I felt comfortable being like this around Chris.

“good fucking girl.” He said running his hands up and down my stomach. “Now help me out baby.” He said pushing his hips towards me almost begging silently for me to undress him.

I quickly bounced around on the couch and started to undo his baggy jeans. He was left in his boxers that he had let me slip his cock out. Fuck. His cock was hard and ready. Like it’s been waiting.

It had a slight tilt to it and a vein that popped out from the base to his tip. “You’re so big..” I almost whimpered out. It had to have been atleast 6-7 inches.

“Do you think it’s gonna fit in that tight little cunt of yours?” He said menacingly. He ripped off my panties before kneeling between my legs as I was rested on the couch. He spread open my folds and groaned.

“fuck. You’re so wet.” He said as he slowly used his thumb to rub circles on my clit. I had jolted up quickly due to the sudden pleasure but Chris put his hand on my neck again and leaned me back down against the couch.

Before another word he buried his face between my legs. I tried to jolt up again but Chris’ hold on my neck kept me back. His tongue was doing circles on my clit and sucking on it harshly.

“F-fuck.. nghh.!” I moaned out, holding his wrist that connected to the hand that was holding my neck. Gosh. His tongue was so smooth and warm it felt like heaven. My eyes rolled back and closed as more noises escaped my mouth.

“You taste so sweet mama.” He mumbled as he licked all over my clit. All of the sudden I felt 2 fingers plemish into my tight cunt. His tongue was still working on my clit as we was just making eye contact the whole time wanting to see me unfold.

“I— gosh— shit..” I moaned out. I felt his fingers hit my G-spot that he never failed to miss. I felt his fingers and his tongue increase speed and if this kept going I’d cum all over his tongue & fingers in no time.

“your clenching around me.. cum for me mama. cmon..” he mumbled as he was still nipping and sucking on my clit. I felt the knot in my stomach get tighter and tighter before it snapped and I had came all over him, leaving a loud moan behind.

“NGHHH..!” I moaned out as I arched my back off of the couch. Chris kissed my clit a couple more times making my legs twitch, before he pulled his fingers out. He popped his two fingers into his mouth and sucked them dry.

“you’re a good fucking girl” he said picking me up off of the couch and wrapping my legs around his waist. The head of his cock was pushing against my entrance as we started to walk down the hallway into Chris’ room.

He closed the bedroom door behind him and placed me on the bed flat down on my back. “You’re so beautiful.” Chris said kissing my stomach and running his hands up and down my waist.

I was eager to be fucked by him. I needed him inside of me as soon as possible. “Please Chris.. I need you so badly..” I mumbled out impatiently. My back was arching against the bed as I was whining. I needed him. I craved him.

Chris’ Hand Fell onto my neck again and he kissed the side of my neck. “Tell me how much you want me mama.” Chris said whispering into my ear and still holding my neck. He nipped at my earlobe waiting for me to beg for him.

“please Chris.. I need you right now please don’t—“ before I could finish my sentence I felt Chris’ cock slam into me and bruise my cervix. “F-fuck…” I moaned out.

Chris still had a grip on my neck as he was thrusting in and out of my wet shaft. “your so wet.. shit..” Chris groaned out as his head fell back. The slight tilt to his cock hit my G-spot repeatedly with no mercy. I felt chris’ thrusts speed up harshly as his groans became louder and more frequent.

“Just like that.. dirty fucking slut.. nghh..” Chris groaned catching his breath. He leaned down onto me, still thrusting in and out of my tight cunt. He left sloppy kisses on my neck, leaving it covered in his saliva.

My eyes shut and mouth opened, unleashing another train of noises and moans. All of the sudden I felt Chris’ free hand start to rub my clit that added another factor to the overstimulation. “FUCK..FU-FUCKK!!” I squealed out.

My legs were shaking so Chris threw them over his shoulder. He leaned over me and kept thrusting in and out of me while rubbing my sensitive clit. “Cum for me ma. Cmon.. almost there..” Chris grunted out as he started to fuck my bruised cunt at a punishing pace.

No words from me were able to be spoken. I was getting pounded from my air and my own words. felt him flip me onto my stomach and continued to pound into my cunt from behind. My legs were still shaking but he ignored that and kept fucking me.

“come on… nghh..” Chris said throwing his head back as he harshly slapped my ass, leaving his handprint behind. I had started to clench around him as I started to whimper and moan into the mattress below me.

Wet slaps continued to fill the room. My own wetness was dripping on the floor as his cock was covered in my own fluids. “I’m— cumming..!” I moaned out before clenching around him one more time and coating his cock with my cum.

“fucckkkk..” Chris grunted before pulling out of me and stroking his cock wildly. He unleashed white ropes of his cum on my back. “You— you did so good mama.” Chris said kissing the back of my sweaty neck.

“M—mhm..” I sighed. I was finally able to catch my breath and Chris flipped me over again to lay on my back. I felt him kneel between my legs again.

“let me clean you up mama.” He said grabbing my hips and pulling me closer to him. He had slowly started to lick my folds and even dip his tongue inside of me a few times. He licked around my clit and sucked on my messy pussy.

“M-mmhh..” I moaned letting my head fall back. I felt Chris open my legs wider as he continued to lick all over my pussy and coat it with his saliva. He sucked on my clit and licked down to my entrance to dip his tongue in a few times. He kissed my clit once more before standing back up.

Chris chuckles at seeing how tired and pleasured I was. He gave me a sweet kiss transferring the taste of my cunt up to my own mouth. “Let’s actually get you cleaned up, princess.” Chris had chuckled again before picking me up bridal style into the bathroom.

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[xariarte]

Hi! Big fan of your existing work 😊 If you’re still taking NBA RPF prompt submissions, I’d love to see a combo of #26 & 27 and/or #74 & 75 for Brunson x Hart x DiVincenzo!

Aw thanks! I hope you enjoy the Brunson x Hart x DiVincenzo (huddling for warmth + bed sharing) fic!! 💖

You can also read it on ao3 here!

DiVincenzo wasn’t sure if this night could get any worse.

They’d just played Jokic and got beaten by the defending champs, then had tried to get on their flight — only to find out that the team plane engine had needed emergency repairs. Then they’d ended up at a nearby motel in cold Denver for the night, only to find out that there weren’t enough rooms for all of them, so the staff and the team had to split themselves up into pairs.

“Nah, not Hartenstein,” DiVincenzo whined, when Brunson tried to pair up with Hart alone. “Let me come with y’all.”

“You gonna be stuck with Hartenstein snoring all night,” Hart snickered.

“I’m going with OG,” Hartenstein said, brushing aside DiVincenzo. “Y’all gonna have to be a trio.”

“Trio?” Hart said, making a face. “We ain’t gonna fit!”

“I don’t have anywhere else to go,” DiVincenzo said, making Brunson shake his head with a sigh. “I’m coming with y’all anyway. It’ll be like Nova days when Hart stayed overnight.”

“We never shared a bed though,” Hart complained. “I bet y’all still snore though.”

“Shut up,” Brunson said, then checked all three of them into one room, despite Hart’s protests that DiVincenzo would fall out of the bed.

In the end, it was probably for the best. 

Brunson eventually learned from Hartenstein that the motel heater had broken. 

“Heater’s broken,” Brunson said, looking up from his phone. “They’re trying to fix it but it might take some time.”

Hart groaned in frustration. He’d been in the middle of pulling on an extra warm hoodie, while DiVincenzo had been perched on the side of the bed, feeling cold in his hoodie.

“Man, I thought the cold was just Denver being Denver,” Hart said, then came over and prodded at DiVincenzo. “Move.”

“Who’s gonna be in the middle?” DiVincenzo asked, standing up instead while Hart crawled under the covers. “Brunson’s head is too big so it’s gonna have to be one of us.”

Brunson glared at him, and DiVincenzo let out a snicker while Hart guffawed. 

“I’m gonna shove one of y’all over in the middle of the night,” Brunson threatened. 

“Hey, I’ll take one for the team,” Hart said, shuffling into the middle of the bed and patting the two empty spaces at his sides. “DiVincenzo on my left, and Brunson, my right hand dawg.”

DiVincenzo pulled the covers aside, then crawled in. He was grateful for the warmth radiating out of Hart’s side, and pressed himself closer. Brunson put off the lights and got into the other end of the bed. The bed suddenly felt small. DiVincenzo wondered if maybe he should have shared with Hartenstein after all, then remembered how loud the dude snored.

 “We barely fit,” Brunson grunted on the other end, in the darkness. “Hart, move over.”

“DiVincenzo, move,” Hart said, pushing his hip into his. 

“I can’t! I’m gonna fall over!” he protested, a laugh bubbling out of him. “You move.”

“Me? You’re squashin’ me—”

“It ain’t my fault your ass is so big. You should have let me be in the middle.”

“Guys!” Brunson grumbled, rustling on the other end. “Maybe if we all turned onto our sides, we’d fit better. Come on.”

It took a few tries, but after some grumbling, bickering, some shoving, and a couple of backhanded remarks from Hart, they finally fell into a position that seemed to work. DiVincenzo huddled against Hart’s back, trying his best not to fall off, while Hart curved himself against Brunson’s back. It was cold as hell now, but at least he was beside his boys underneath a thick duvet cover, and not beside a loudly snoring Hartenstein.

“Are you guys cold?” he whispered loudly.

“I’m sweating,” Hart grumbled, adjusting himself between him and Brunson. “You guys are hot as fuck.”

DiVincenzo let out a sudden giggle. “…pause, bro.”

“Oh…my god,” Brunson said, his voice quivering with laughter. 

“Brunson, you cold, bro? You good?” he asked, reaching over Hart to prod at Brunson’s back. 

“I’m going to sleep now,” Hart announced, after Brunson confirmed that he was good. “Y’all better shut up now.”

“Don’t snore,” DiVincenzo told them.

“I ain’t the one who snores.”

“Goodnight,” Brunson said firmly, ending their conversation. “Y’all speak some more and I’ll shove you out of the bed for real.”

Hart grumbled some more, but DiVincenzo ignored him, closing his eyes. He fell asleep despite the chilly air, comforted both by Hart’s body heat and Brunson’s presence until morning.

[everygayhere]

may the fun commence

Here is the second part so i decided to finish and just post it today hopefully you guy enjoy it its a little bit longer then the last one. Also sorry for the long wait. gif not mine.

summary: Y/N a college student who is traveling to Malibu beach and have a fun vacation and maybe get to know her crush Marlow a bit more, while also avoiding Tara the most annoying person. Little does she know that maybe more interesting paths await her at this beach house. Tara carpenter a free spirted women who likes to have her fun drinking and hanging out with friends and avoiding the one person she knows won't be here Y/N.

warnings: drugs, swearing.

could this mean something new maybe?

part 1, part 2

As Y/n enters the house she can feel the vibrations of the music through the floorboards. A force pulls her towards what she assumes is the kitchen. “Okay so what would you like to drink?” Alva turns to Y/N holding a cup in her hand. “Uh nothing?” y/n questions well looking at Alva who is looking at her with a ‘really look’. “Okay well i'm just gonna mix something up for you then”. 

“Don’t Alva I really don't want to drink tonight especially if I want to smoke something good tonight”  Y/N respondes looking dead serious. “Okay then well there's some weed up in my bedroom last door on the right up stairs” “thank you Alva”  Y/n responds smirking, well walking away, as she’s walking through the crowded room she bumps into someone almost knocking them down but before they could fall she grabs them by the waist and pulls them up. “I’m so sorry are you-” oh hell nah why god why me, it could have been anyone but her please for the loving hell. “Oh Tara, you seem fine, well i’m gonna go now”  as Y/n goes to leave Tara carpenter makes a snarky comment “yeah no i'm perfectly fine thanks for ruining my mood, i mean who the hell invited you.” 

Instead of commenting back Y/n just shakes her head and walks away heading up to Alva’s room looking for weed. As Y/n makes it to Alva’s room she starts looking around in her bag and her room until she finds her tin. “Yess fucking finally” Y/n shouts well shacking her fist in the air well she opens the tin she checks her pocket for her lucky lighter, when she finally feels the shape of it in her pocket she pulls it out well also pulling out a pre rolled blunt. Before she lights the blunt she looks around the room and sees the doors to the balcony. Turning around and heading towards the doors she gets out onto the balcony, when outside she notices the beautiful view of it facing the front of the house and that the balcony also wraps around to the left and right of the house. She heads to the left of the balcony since it's more secluded and she’s able to see the beach and what people are doing at the back without being seen. 

As she sits down and gets comfy on the chair that's there she pulls the blunt up to her lips and pulls her lighter to the end of it and lights the blunt. Taking a nice long puff and staring out at the ocean. After a few moments she starts to relax, pulling out her headphones to listen to music before she takes another puff. Well she has her headphones placed on her head and over her ears, she hears the sweet melody of Alienated, by Zyan. Closing her eyes and taking another puff. Y/n starts bobbing her head to the song and singing along. 

“Try to think away the pain,

 made that age - old mistake, 

tried to disconnect my body, 

from my soul, from my soul” 

Little does she know someone is walking out the balcony through their  doors, well walking to find the perfect spot she neglected to notice that it’s a joint balcony where other rooms up stairs are also connected to it. So well she's singing to herself she doesn’t notice the person standing near them and looking at her with a shocked facial expression. 

See i feel alright already on my own, 

Can you let me be 

Intoxicated on my own 

Do I need to answer? 

Or right my wrongs? 

Am i home if i don’t know this place 

And i’ve been feeling alienated 

On my spaceship alone 

The person gets over the shock of Y/n being there as well as having such a beautiful voice. She walks up to her and nudges her shoulder. Y/n takes her headphones off her head not really caring, believing that it’s just her friend Alva as well as the fact that she is too high to care right now. As she turns around to speak to who she believes is Alva “Alva you know- TARA what the hell are- how long have you been standing there?” 

“Long enough to hear your ear piercing singing and to see you having a little depressive moment. Who do you think you are, the main character?”  Tara asks well, standing and crossing her arms in front of her chest looking down at her with an arch eyebrow. 

“Just cause the song is a little sad doesn’t mean i'm depressed, ever thought about the fact that maybe i just like songs like this to listen too” “I mean not everyone likes to listen to happy songs all the time, when they're happy there's tons of different genres you know?” Y/n respondes with a scoff and turns back to face the oceana and places her headphones back on. 

Tara being more annoyed with Y/n ignoring her she nudges her again, Y/n takes her headphones off and turns back to her with an arch eyebrow. “I wasn’t done talking to you, I was also going to say that this is my spot, it's right outside my bedroom and I would like to have my seat back thank you. So if you could kindly get the fuck off my seat i would really appreciate it.” Tara gives a show of putting on an over exaggerated smile. 

Y/n just turns back and places her headphones back on her head and leans back in the chair. Tara scoffs and looks around to see another chair and drags it to when she wants to sit down. She turns back to see what Y/n is looking at, all she sees is the ocean waves crashing and scoffs. Then she turns to look at Y/n to see what she's doing and notices the blunt in her hand. Tara thinks that since she's on her side of the balcony as well as the fact the party is getting too much and wanting to just have a relaxing time she pokes Y/n. 

“Yes Tara what would you like now, you know i'm not going to move at any point right.”  

“Well if you don’t move or leave you better give me some of that” 

“What? The blunt? I don’t- I really don’t share with short people or people i don’t like”

“Ha ha real funny, but i’m not joking.” 

“What are you going to do if i don’t do any of that” 

“Scream”

“.....Scream?” 

“Yes”

“You wouldn’t do that, plus what could you possibly scream” 

“Fine. HELP OH MY GOD HELP THERE’S A-!” 

Y/n covers her mouth. “OKAY! Jesus, fine you can have some. You psychopath, what the hell is wrong with you.” 

“Mmmh mmmh hmm” 

“What?” 

Tara looks at her like she's an idiot, looking at her hand that is still covering her mouth. 

“Oh.. right sorry” 

“I said i’m not a psychopath i can just charm my way of getting things” 

Y/n looks at her annoyed “i’m not a psychopath i can just charm my way of getting things” she mimics Tara like a child and scoffs shoving the blunt towards Tara. “Just take it and shut up, puff, puff pass okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah i’m not an idiot” 

“Okay could have fooled me” 

“Oh shut up” 

Y/n turns back facing the ocean with only one ear listening to her music well the other is listening to tara so she knows when she's done with the blunt. As she's facing the ocean and listening to her music she can also hear Tara take an inhale. After a while she puts her hand out to get the blunt so she can have another hit. 

Tara places it in her hand as Y/n takes it, Tara watches her as she pulls it to her lips and takes and inhales, holding it for a few seconds and then slowly blowing out then leaning back and handing the blunt back to her. Tara takes it from Y/n's hand and brings it to her lips taking another puff. It goes on like this for a while Tara staring at Y/n’s side profile and checking her out  looking at her well she leans back in the chair. The blunts ends up running out with Tara taking the last hit well Y/n marranites in the high she’s having. When Tara takes the last puff she looks up in the sky staring at the stars. 

“Don’t you think it’s weird that some people believe that there are no aliens. I mean we’re living organisms on a floating rock in the middle of space, not only that but there are other planets and different galaxies out there and yet some believe there are no aliens.” 

“How high are you Tara?” 

“High, but I’m being serious about it. There’s no way we’re the only living things throughout the entire galaxy.” 

“Huh.. I mean you’re right on that point. How about I do you one better.” 

“Oh yeah like what” 

“We as a society have only ever discovered 5 percent of the ocean and the ocean is huge right?”

“Yeah” 

“Well what makes you think us and animals are the only living thing on this planet like the ocean is huge and you don’t think any aliens are in the ocean? And if there are no aliens in the ocean which we couldn’t know is exactly 100 percent correct. What makes us think that other sea animals don’t live in the other 95 percent of the ocean or even further down in the ocean. I mean we don’t have the supplies to enter the deep ocean either, we as humans would be crushed by the amount of pressure down there. As well as our machines. I mean it’s even scarier if you think about the fact that we also have a second ocean underneath our ocean in the earth's crust which is 3 times the size we have above the surface. At this point I really do believe that Meg was right about the fact that the megalodon is in the lower parts of the ocean just unable to break through the minerals that's above them to make it to the surface of where we humans are. Plus the added fact that aliens could be living in the ocean as well. We’ve  also discovered more of Space than the ocean.” 

“How high are you?” 

“High”

“Yeah I can tell. This is probably one of the strangest topics i heard and talked about” 

“Well you started it” 

“Is that why you keep looking at the ocean” 

“A part of it. I also just like watching the waves crash into each other. It's both chaotic and somewhat peaceful like they seem to move all in one smooth motion depending on reflection, refraction, and diffraction. Not only that but they move in sets of seven and each time they start off bigger and grow smaller until they ultimately diminish and break when meeting with the sand. Like if you look out right now you can see them coming in sets of seven and the fifth to the seventh tend to be the bigger ones and that's why I wait till I catch one of those, and other surfers.” 

“Do you always look at things from a scientific perspective?”

“No, that would be boring. Plus I'm only interested in some science. I’m more into movies like how they're made, who made them, who’s in them, shot types, settings, dialogue, lighting etcetera. That's why I'm taking the media communications course majoring in film. To me that’s more fun to actually go to class and learn about compared to science which I can just look up and read in my own time.” 

“You’re weird. I don't think I have ever met someone who’s actually reading science in their own time for fun. I mean I read fictional novels for fun but only sometimes most of the time I'm partying or watching something.” 

“I don’t just read science that would be boring as hell, I also read fictional books, poems, I surf, I watch movies, tv shows go on tiktok instagram and sometimes party.” 

“Okay”

“Plus it’s mostly just the ocean” 

“Why the ocean though?” 

“Cause why should i worry about space if i’m never going to be there in real life, the oceans different I’m at the ocean most of the time and it closer to me then space is and other galaxies, I’m not saying i never read about space im just saying i don’t look into as much cause i’m not in a rocket ship.” 

Tara looks at Y/n thinking about what she said, realizing that in fact she is making sense. “Okay what else do you think about?” 

“Why, so you pick at it more?”

“No because it’s kinda interesting when you explain what you think about”

“Well there’s the theory of the multiverse that Marvel talks about with Loki and the Doctor Strange movie with Scarlet Witch. The theory is that when we dream it’s another reality we live in, so for example I could go to bed tonight and dream about me being a famous rockstar and that could be real in a different reality. That I’m just fading into one where another variant of me is awake and living their performance life. Then I could have a completely different dream the next moment which is another variant of me in a completely different reality. Then again there are these theories of if you dream about someone it means that their your soulmate or your in their dream and you’ll be together soon or some shit like that, which could take the whole, when you dream it’s a gateway to another life in a different multiverse to a new level you have to think about. Like is it a message being sent to you that in that multiverse you’re dating that person and they really are just your soul mate or are you just dreaming about them because you can’t stop thinking about them. Which would destroy the whole dream gives insight to your other life in another multiverse thing. I mean that could just mean your brain is taking your deepest thoughts or most recurring thoughts and using them for a dream. There is another point that there are thousands of different multiverses out there that all steam off our reality  or so we think like how can we be so sure that our reality is the real one. Like what if we believe that this reality of ours is the real main one and yet we’re not like what if we’re just an add on to the real reality `growing and making our own timeline because we made a different decision compared to the actual reality. That’s also another theory to the multiverse: we make a new multiverse everyday when we make a new, different choice because we differed from what the original timeline was supposed to make. For example what if you weren’t supposed to stay out here and talk to me but go inside but you didn’t so now we’re in another multiverse we created from our choice. Kinda like those choose your own path books with different outcomes.” 

“Wow okay never thought of that and now i really am tripping i mean what the hell Y/n goes on through your brain?”

Y/n turns to Tara “so you were going to nit pick at my thoughts huh?”

Tara turns to look at her “well i wasn’t expecting that big speech” 

Y/n stares at Tara “sorry” she then turns back to the ocean one last time before looking at her phone for the time “shit it’s 4 in the morning and i need to ask Alva when i’m staying tonight, i’ll uh… see you around. Bye Tara.” 

Tara looks at her getting up “yeah it is pretty late, see you around Y/n i guess and uh bye” 

Y/n leaves to go and find Alva to figure out where she’s sleeping. “Alva hey you awake?” 

“Huh… Y/n omg there you are i thought you left yeah I’m up” 

“Cool, so where am I staying?”

“Oh right, so since you like your own space and don’t really like staying near other people which i still find really weird. I made sure to leave the pool house to you and don’t worry I cleared it all out so it’s all yours since there's enough rooms in the house.” 

“So i get to keep my normal room then in the pool house? And not share?”

“Yes that is what i just said no? What type of best friend would I be if I didn't leave my bestfriends normal spot locked up for her. I mean you are basically family and you did clam that spot for yourself very early on. You have your keys to it right? I don’t think anything in there has moved since the last time we came up to my parents' beach house.” 

“Yeah, I still have my keys. Thanks Alava, I'll see you tomorrow whenever I decide to leave the pool house. Goodnight and I love you.” 

“yeah , yeah goodnight dork and i love you too.” 

Y/n makes her way to her car to grab her stuff and then heads to the pool house through the back. No knowing that Tara is still on the balcony and watching her enter the pool house that was locked when they arrived.  weird she thought isn’t there like other rooms in this big house as Alvas owns for Y/n she continues to watch Y/n as she enters the door and sees the lights turn on at that moment she decides to head to bed for the night. Still thinking about why Y/n is in the pool house by herself. 

Y/n enters the pool house and is instantly hit with the nostalgia of the place where she spent her time by herself at night when hanging with Alva and her family. The walls lined with all the posters of her fazes in her life and the photos of her and Alva through their friendship. She chucks all her bags to the floor, locks the door and heads for a shower, after that she heads to bed.

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

Randomly, I had a thought on how likely it would have been for different characters to have fallen for Cloud and why they would have fallen for him and now I’m here! Once more! So going in no particular order let us begin (this is just the main sort of batch of characters, let me know if you wanna see any of the side ones like the Turks or Rufus)

Also keep in mind this is just me, my opinions and my blog. Don’t like, don’t read, don’t bring your ship hating or ship wars in here or I’ll punch you. Please and thank you!

Zack: I am being mildly biased with my own shipping head canons when I say that he would’ve fallen head over heels upon first meeting, but also it is canon that he was a chronic flirt and had multiple ‘girlfriends’. So I say it’s not entirely out of the question.

Sephiroth: before he lost his mind there wasn’t a chance in fucking hell it would’ve happened I think. Besides the whole difference in rank thing Seph was already far too traumatised and probably would have just seen Cloud as another guy that saw him as nothing but a war hero. He might have entertained the thought of sleeping with him, maybe, but I really don’t think it would’ve happened. We all know how he is after he loses his mind so I don’t think I gotta delve into that.

Angeal: probably not. He definitely would’ve taken some sort of liking to Cloud, whether as a friend he could find good conversation with or a sort of protege like Zack, I dunno. But ultimately I don’t reckon they’d have too much of a connection, not without some form of poly going on or something. Which leads me to this next one.

Genesis: I for sure reckon he would’ve fallen for Cloud. It would’ve been fucking messy and drama filled and more than likely would have stemmed from an enemies to lovers cause they’re both so incredibly stubborn and head strong, but they would end up loving each other. They’d definitely still butt heads and get into useless arguments but there were far too many pros to even think of giving up on the other.

Aerith: without the whole Cloud resembling Zack thing, maybe. There’s a chance that she could have but it would have been slow. Would’ve been one of those things where they hung out and talked and did all this stuff together so often that one day she would’ve turned around and realised she was in love with him. Like a full on ‘oh’ moment.

Tifa: this is another thing that’s mildly biased based off my own head canons but I honestly don’t think Tifa would have fallen for Cloud. If not for the Nibelheim incident and Cloud being exactly what she always wished for as a kid I do not think it would’ve happened.

Barret: definitely fucking not 😂 besides the fact that he hated Cloud when they first met, Cloud is so far beyond his type it’s not even funny. Plus I feel like Barret would either be one of those guys who’s like ‘my wife was the only woman for me’ or he just wouldn’t wanna put Marlene through the stress of suddenly gaining another parent.

Biggs: maybe. Like a heavy ass possibly honestly. I feel like it would have been the most generic romance in history and it would’ve been so unbelievably normal and it most likely would have been short lived, but maybe.

Wedge: I’m not gonna lie. Wedge gives me aromantic vibes for some reason. I dunno why, he just does. He’d definitely befriend Cloud (eventually) and be willing to wingman him or something if he needed it but yeah, I don’t think Wedge would’ve fallen for him.

Jessie: she absolutely loves flirting with Cloud and teasing him and being all over him, but she is definitely a lesbian. Don’t even argue with me! That woman is a full fledged lesbian and she only flirts with guys so heavily cause it’s funny to watch them scramble.

Vincent: nah, not really. Would they have a friends with benefits thing? Probably. But I feel like Vincent is far too emotionally unavailable and traumatised to even entertain the idea of being with someone again.

Cid: I feel like this is similar to Angeal. He’d definitely like Cloud and they’d bond over mechanic shit and complain about the people they chose to surround themselves with, but he definitely wouldn’t fall for him either. Cloud is way too young for him and not nearly his type in a guy. Plus he has a wife.

[dutybcrne]

Bruh, that Skirk design. My day is ruined and my disappointment is Immeasurable

[bootyful-seventeen]

Anyways as a resident senior to many, I urge you to get physicals of the media you love because you don’t know if they’ll ever remove the digital version of it

[halfricanloveyou]

just wrote out a multi-paragraph well thought addition to a post about modern day farming that i tried to reblog and tumblr was like “posting failed try again” and deleted everything.

that shit took me an hour i hate this fucking app so much

[katierosefun]

i love blocking people i love muting people who are getting on my nerves for 2 seconds too many i love curating my online experience because i deal with too many annoying people in real life, and i don’t need to deal with annoying people in fandom life ! ! !

[lilgynt]

okay not to be self obsessed but i tried on a new fit i was planning and got stopped several times today bc someone wanted to say that im pretty tee hee bonus part of the hannibal cake my friend baked me :)

[rowanhoney]

another day another interaction with my customer crush and there’s some thinking he may like me 🫢

[sickslimez]

QUICKIE! — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...toji just can’t keep his hands to himself after not fucking you for a week...which results in a quickie

INFO...toji x fem!reader, reader and toji have kids, toji calls reader mama, doggy, groping, spanking, missionary (?), praise, cream pie, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

“Hey do you have anything to wash?” You walked up to Toji holding the laundry basket in your hands as he played with your two kids.

He looked up at you from the floor. “Nah, I’m all set, mama.” He smiled, handing your son his favorite toy. With a nod, you walked away with the full basket, heading towards the laundry room. You sighed at the clean pile of clothes that you had to fold, rolling your eyes in annoyance.

You threw the dirty clothes in the wash before grabbing the detergent. You let out a small squeak at the feeling of your husbands hands snaking around your waist. “You scared me,” you chuckled.

“Sorry,” he responded, pulling you against his chest, sinking his head into the crook of your neck. He placed a small kiss on your skin, hands rubbing up and down your waist. “Should’ve asked me for help.”

You closed the detergent, placing it back on the shelf as you started the washer. “It’s fine, I got it,” you replied. Toji hummed in response, his hands moving lower and lower down your body. “Toji, what are you doing?” You giggled.

You tried to turn and face him but he kept you from doing so. “Uh uh, stay just like this for me,” he whispered. He pushed his hips against your ass, his cock semi-hard. “We haven’t been able to do anything for the past week. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little pent up, and you walking around with these shorts and tank top isn’t helping one bit.” He smacked your ass before giving it a harsh squeeze.

You bit down on your bottom lip, feel him grow more hard as you moved your against him. It was true, you and Toji haven’t had sex in the last week or so. Both of you so tired from work and the kids, running errands, it always got in the way of your sex life. You hadn’t really thought about it much before, but now that Toji brought it up, you were feeling quite pent up too. “So, what’re you gonna do about it, hm?” You asked, teasingly.

A low chuckle left his lips, his fingers grazing over your skin, making their way under the fabric of your clothes. His hands came up to your chest, cupping your tits and squeezing them, groping them. Your skin started to heat up and arousal pooled in your panties. Just his touch alone was enough to get you all hot and bothered. “We gotta be quick.” He hurriedly bent you over the washer, a swift hand pulling your shorts and underwear down. “I’ll never get tired of seeing this ass…fuck,” he groaned. He palmed himself through his sweats, admiring the view of your dripping cunt.

Toji wasted no time in pulling his sweats and boxers down, cock springing free and leaking pre cum. He let out a shaky breath, rubbing his tip up and down your slit, mixing his arousal with yours. He could already feel how warm and wet you were, cock throbbing at the thought, anticipating how you feel around him. Slowly, his head pushed past your entrance, your lips wrapping around him, sucking him in. “Ohhh fuck, baby—mmm shit,” he breathed. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you back on him, going deeper to reach your sweet spot.

“Ah, oh my god.” The stretch was so deliciously intoxicating, sending your brain into a spiral and he’s barely moved yet. “Baby, we gotta be quick, please,” you begged, afraid that one of the kids might knock on the door and interrupt. You felt him thrust slowly, letting you get used to the feel of his cock before going any faster.

“Shhh, it’s fine. They’re watching a movie.” He began pulling you back against his hips so you met his thrusts, your walls clenching around him each time he threatened to pull out. “This pussy is so wet for me, goddamn,” he grunted, moving faster.

“F-fuck!” You stammered, feeling how hard and fast he was going. “Feels so fucking good!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, hands gripping onto the edges of the washing machine as you tried to hold yourself stable. “Nnngh! You’re so deep! Oh my god!” You squealed.

Toji pulled you up, your back pressed against his chest as he continued to pound into you. “Shh, mama. I know it feels good, but you gotta keep quiet for me, okay?” He placed his hand over your mouth, his arm wrapped around your waist to hold you steady. Your eyes fluttered shut, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. “Ohh fuck yes. Shit, this pussy feels so fucking good.”

Your muffled moans fell upon deaf ears, your legs felt like they were jelly. Pleasure clouded your mind, all you could think about was him fucking you until you came over and over again. Suddenly, he stopped. He grabbed your hips, turning you around and lifting you on top of the washing machine. He pulled you close to the edge, your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. Both watched as he slowly slid back inside, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he felt you wrap around him again. “Look at me, don’t take your eyes off me,” he demanded.

You stared back at him with lustful eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you fought so hard to hold back your moans and whimpers. Your brows furrowed in pleasure, feeling how close you were to cumming. Your jaw dropped, head falling back as he grazed over your g-spot. “Oh fuck you’re gonna make me cum!” You cried, gasping for air. “Fuck! Fuck! Baby!” You whimpered.

“I know, mama. Let it all out for me. Cum on this dick.” He kept his pace the same, feeling you clench around him, a sign you were close. His hand wrapped around your neck, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, tongues messily moving against each other as he swallowed your moans. Finally, the coil snapped. You pulled away from the kiss, eyes rolling back, body quivering as you came. Toji covered your mouth again, muffling your curses and moans. “There you go, that’s my good fucking girl.”

He pulled his hand away, staring back at you with half lidded eyes, loving the cum drunk look written all over your face. “Cum in me,” you spoke.

“But, your not on—”

“I don’t care, cum in me,” you said with desperation.

“I fucking love you,” he chuckled with a smile, his thrusts growing sloppier. He was fixated the way his cock disappeared in you, each time he pulled back out he could see your cum at the base. It only drove him more crazier. “Nnngh, ah! Oh, baby I’m gonna cum!” His hips stuttered against yours before he buried himself deep inside of you, feeling him coat your walls with his sticky cum. “Fuck!” He grunted. “Ah, yes!” He breathlessly chuckled.

“I think we both needed that,” you laughed.

“I agree.” He smiled, pulling you closer to place his lips on yours. He slowly pulled out, his cum slowly dripping out of you. “We made quite a mess.” He looked down between your legs and then back up at you.

“We’ll clean it up—”

A knock on the door startled both on you, thankfully Toji had locked the door. “Mommy, daddy, the movie is over! We wanna watch another!”

“It’s your bedtime, sweetheart! Maybe tomorrow!” Toji shouted back. Both of you looked at each other, sharing a few seconds of silence before laughing. “I think we might have to start doing quickies more often, yeah?” He whispered.

“Once you put the kids to sleep, meet me in the shower.” You kissed his lips, entangling your fingers in his hair.

“I just can’t get enough of you, mama.”

[obxsprincess]

Just Luke shoving your head into the pillows while he moans the filthiest words in your ear (someone take my phone away)

yesyesyes especially when he’s brat taming !!

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he watches you spring into another cabin boys arms after winning capture the flag, your hair all messy, giggling n laughing like a sweet perfect fool. his sweet, perfect fool. you looked so pretty. n luke knew the tall, asshole of a guy was thinking the same thing

he wasn’t ‘fuckin having it’

“I get, ya’ were just being friendly, princess. but that fuckers not thinking like that.” his hot breath fans the back of your neck, n you’d believe he was mad at you when he drops you onto your bed, all greedy n mean as he sucks hickeys all over your pretty tits

“agh b-ut luke, he was on my team n’ he helped us win-” his brown eyes furrow in annoyance, finally looking up. leaving your pebbled nipple glossy n achy from his salvia

“so you want to repay him? is that the fuckin case, cause he got the flag you want him sucking on these pretty tits mhm?” oh he is mad :(

“n-no I didn’t say tha-” you frown at the oh-so familiar tingle in your tummy, his hands moving lower and lower…

“nah it’s ok baby, wanted some time with my favorite girl anyways. just shush n’ let me give her some…attention”

you didn’t think he meant your pussy when he said his favorite girl :( n his way of shushing was shoving your face into your plushy, pink pillows. muffling your whines in the cotton things n your angelic whimpers when his cock slides into the warm, tight little fit of your gummy walls

“mhmm, fuck-fuck yeah, tightest little pussy I’ve ever felt. ahhhh fuck she grips me so good.” he’s moaning into your dizzy ear like he’s married to your pussy and your merely their for the ride “don’t she baby?” he coos

“l-luke auh! m’here too!” tears of salty jealousy brush your lash line ??

“f-fuck, shush princess. why can’t you be as good as this sweet little cunt? she’d never fuckkk let another dick inside of her.”

your mascara stains the pillow cases as you try to wiggle, clenching around his so tightly cause this is supposed to be about you!! n the angles so deep!! but his pounding thrusts made you forget all bratty sense. now he was just rubbing it in, groaning n moaning all over your flustered skin

“pretty pussy knows only I make you feel this good,”

“your” thrust “fuckin” thrust “mine” finally he was talking to you again!!

”m’ all yours l-luke! g-gonna mphmm! cum!” your squeals encourage his hips to snap against your soft ass even faster. his balls slapping against you shushing you even more than the fluffy pillows

“goddd I’m cumming inside my girl tonight, you thrust deserve it. this- fuck your dripping— pussys mine too right, ma?”

”y-yes!”

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[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.4

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3][Pt.5][Pt.6][Pt.7]

Danny was sitting in the back, his backpack obnoxiously taking up the seat next to him, when the door to the lecture hall creaked open near silently.

“What are you in here for?” Danny asked the guy who crept into class. He sympathetically took his backpack off the Seat of Shame and allowed the guy to sit down. Funnily enough, they had the same hair and eye color.

“Gen Ed. Undecided. You?” The guy grunted quietly back.

“Environmental studies. I’m Danny.”

“Tim.”

With the implicit understanding of two people in a required class they could not give less than two fucks about, Tim and Danny tuned back into the lecture. When the class was assigned group work, Danny looked over to see Tim softly snoring, head slammed down on the table.

“Tim. Wake up, dude.” Danny poked his shoulder.

“Huh? Class over?”

“Nah, we got group work. Discussion board.”

“Oh shit, thanks for waking me up. Wanna team up?”

Danny shrugged. “Sure. We should aim to post it in the middle so the professor doesn’t read our answers to the class.”

“Yeah, sounds like a good idea. Any idea what we’re talking about?”

“Kind of?”

“Good enough for me.”

——

Tim Drake kept seeing Danny Fenton around on campus.

“Danny! Dude, what are you doing?”

Danny turned, gloved hands full of crumpled trash. “Picking up after the student population, apparently.”

“Didn’t think environmental studies was that serious.”

“Global warming is very serious, you jerk,” Danny smirked at him, crossing the grass to put the trash into the trash can. “Reduce, reuse, oil shouldn’t be spilled in water and all that.”

“Basic stuff,” Tim grinned. Nice, he basically had a friend past Bernard now!

They were friends, right?

“And yet humanity fails to comprehend it. Incredible. Incredibly stupid that is.”

“They get it. Major corporations just don’t care.”

Danny sighed. “True that. You on your way to your next class?” He took off his biodegradable gloves off (nitrile and nylon, baby!) and chucked them into the trash.

“I’ve got free time, actually. Prof cancelled for his daughter’s surgery.”

“Oh, shit, that’s rough! You wanna go downtown and join the strike?”

“A strike? What for?” Even as he asked, Tim hiked his bag higher onto his shoulder, ready to go. They fell into step as the two left campus.

“Apparently, Quillan Pharma was doing some shady shit at their manufacturing plants. I think it’s like killing kids, and pouring toxins into the ground.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah. Oh! Poison Ivy’s gonna be there!”

Tim blinked. He casted a sideways look at Danny. Sure he’s been here long enough to know… but it couldn’t hurt to check. “You know she’s an eco-terrorist, right?”

“Okay, but like… people suck sometimes. And all she’s asking for is like don’t kill the planet. And she doesn’t do that whole mind control thing too much anymore! The Sirens are so cool. Plus, one of my best friends at home might actually kill me if I don’t try to get her autograph. Poison Ivy is like, Sam’s personal hero.”

Tim snickered. “Yeah, okay. Mind if one of my friends join? His name’s Bernard.”

“The more the merrier,” Danny nodded. “Ooo! Hot chocolate. Want some?”

Danny bought three drinks as Tim trailed behind, texting Bernard.

“He said yes.”

“Cool! We should meet up somewhere before the drinks get cold.”

Well, Danny got the autograph. Tim got a new friend, and Bernard got a drink from his crush.

——

“Oh, you’re the glowing dude that Batman always talks about!”

Danny blinked, eyes scanning the wing-like cape and the yellow emblem on the hero’s suit. Danny was indeed glowing, stars and nebulas freckling across neon green skin, and glowing hair the color of a white dwarf star, tinged with the blue from his ice core.

“I… have absolutely no idea who you are,” Danny lied, like a liar. He’s found a surprising niche of entertainment in messing with the local vigilantes and he’ll be damned if he missed this opportunity.

He heard a snicker from the comm lines as Red Robin visibly brushes it off.

“I’m Red Robin. Why are you picking up trash?”

“Picking up after you humans, apparently.”

The both of them blink, feeling a weird sense of déjà vu. A moment of awkward silence passed before they both shook it off.

“Are you here to help? No offense, but the track record for you people is terrible.” Danny strode over and grabbed a bag. He opened it, and shook it at Red Robin’s face. “See? Batarangs, these odd bird looking ones, the R’s. Seriously, pick up after yourselves!”

“Oh, woah, can we have these back?”

Danny yanked the bag back before Red Robin could get close. “Pay me. These were incredibly tedious to pick up. Especially the batarangs. I mean, I even found a whole bunch of old rusted ones in the middle of the bay. What did you do, dump an entire bag in there from the air?”

Red Robin sighed and took out a wad of cash, with tracking fluid all over it. Danny grimaced, smelling the odd scent on the money. “That’s not real cash. It smells off. Are you trying to give me counterfeits because you’re broke?”

Red Robin gaped, oddly offended. “No! They’re real!”

“Doesn’t smell like it. It’s stinkier than the trash. Go get the one with the money, the litterer. Tell him I’ll be back the next full moon. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” Danny grumbled, disappearing on the spot to watch Red Robin flounder with the stack of cash and the piles of dead bodies on the shore.

“What the fuck even is my life these days?” Red Robin wondered out loud, stuffing the cash back into his pocket. He looked over the plastic wrapped bodies and slumped, sighing.

Oddly enough, Danny felt a sense of sympathy. Well, he’s not getting paid for sympathy. He’s not getting paid at all tonight, actually. Danny flew off, plunging once more into the depths of the significantly cleaner waters, and used his ice to scoop out oil stains.

Danny glanced around and sighed. He had a lot of work to do.

——

“So you’re saying he’s like a werewolf mermaid fae child immortal god thing, right?”

Bruce grunted.

“B, what the hell are you smoking these days? You know drugs are bad, right? Do we need Superman to give you that PSA?” Jason snickered.

Tim, massaging his arms from having to haul an ungodly amount of dead bodies, grunted. He’s so similar to Bruce that it gave the people currently in the cave hives.

“He said full moon. I don’t think we can track him with regular stuff. The bugs kept shorting out.”

“Oh boy,” Dick sighed. “Don’t fall off the spiral cliff, Tim. You’ve got midterms to think about so no stalking the guy.”

“Yet,” Tim shot back, changing out of his suit.

Bruce grunted, setting aside a huge stack of cash.