#and i was like 'YEAH. YEAH. HOLY SHIT. THEY DROPPED THE BALL SO HARD THERE. JESUS CHRIST.')

[hua-fei-hua]

i know i have been very "holy fuck guys i'm going outside, touching grass, and making friends again" these past two weeks, but holy fuck guys, in the latest episode of going outside, touching grass, and making friends again, i ended up talking to this fellow queer person about how much it sucks when it feels like stories are just made up of two love interests and no people

[joelsgreys]

not a thing

Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader

part ii

summary: You and Joel had a private moment while Ellie was asleep. Or so you’d thought she was asleep.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. implied smut, but no actual smut. grumpy Joel, Ellie is a little shit.

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n: nervous to write for TLOU but still giving it a shot! poor Ellie for being subjected to what i am about to subject her to lol. Edit: holy shit, i did not expect this to get much attention. thank you all sm for reading, liking and reblogging!

It had been an incredibly stupid thing to do.

So, so, so fucking stupid.

You knew that.

And Joel knew that.

You two were supposed to have been standing watch.

Not to mention, there had been a teenaged girl sleeping close by, just mere fucking yards away from the two of you had been—

Jesus Christ.

Dammit, you and Joel fucking knew better than to be this goddamn stupid.

Careless.

But neither of you could help yourselves.

It had been several weeks—actually, it had been several months since you two had been able to steal a private moment for yourselves. That moment would have been missed had you not somehow woken up in the middle of the night, only to find Joel wide awake, his rifle in hand as he stood watch while you and Ellie had slept. You’d offered to take his place for a few hours so he could get some rest too, but instead, a few minutes and many, many desperate, feverish kisses later, the two of you found yourselves on the other side of Bill’s old white and blue Chevrolet pickup truck, Joel’s jeans unzipped and your own jeans pulled down around your knees along with your underwear. He’d had you bent over, but still standing at a point where you could peek over the bed of the truck so that you could somehow keep a watchful eye out in between the moments of mind-numbing pleasure—both for any signs of potential danger and also for Ellie, who was passed out, curled up into a little ball in her sleeping bag and completely unaware of what her two reluctant protectors were doing behind the vehicle right next to her.

Your bottom lip was busted, bruised from biting down on it so hard.

The deal had been no noise, not even a single whimper, although you couldn’t remember how well either of you had stuck to that rule in the heat of the moment. It had been a quick fuck, just enough to give you and Joel some much needed relief from all of those pent up stresses and frustrations you two were carrying on your shoulders since Ellie had entered your lives just the week before. And just like back in the Boston QZ, Joel said nothing to you once it was over and done with.

It never hurt your feelings. It was just how things were.

It was some sort of twisted, fucked up unspoken pact the two of you had. 

Joel Miller fucked you, and then he just pretended like nothing ever happened, not until the next time he found himself buried inside of you.

It’s not like you expected Joel to return your feelings.

Hell, you weren’t even sure the man knew how to feel anything but anger, bitterness, and violence. 

Afterwards, Joel took you up on your offer to keep watch and slept for a couple of hours until sunrise came and had you both moving, packing up the truck and getting ready to continue the long drive ahead to Wyoming.

“She’s been oddly quiet,” Joel mumbled to you as he packed up the remnants of the small campsite into the bed of the pickup truck. “Go check on her.”

Obediently, you nodded and dropped the sleeping bag in your hands before turning away and walking over to where Ellie was sitting cross legged on the ground, her fingers mindlessly fiddling with a small, broken tree branch on the ground. “Hey,” you offered her a small smile. “It’s almost time to get going. You doing alright over here?”

She looked up at you and gave you a small nod. “Yeah. Just cold as fuck since we can’t have a fucking fire going,” she said, tossing a tiny glare over in Joel’s direction. “But other than that? I’m just fucking peachy.”

You chuckled and shrugged out of your worn out, brown windbreaker jacket. You draped it over Ellie’s shoulders before taking a seat beside her on the ground. She may have been a thorn in Joel’s side—then again, who wasn’t a thorn in Joel Miller’s side—but you’d warmed up to her fairly quickly. A lot quicker than your partner, anyway. He was still a work in progress.

“Did you sleep okay?”

Ellie nodded, clutching your jacket close. “Kinda,” she shrugged her small shoulders. “The ground was really hard and uncomfortable. I woke up a couple of times throughout the night and had trouble falling back asleep.”

Your smile faded ever so slightly. “Oh? You did?”

Noticing the sudden change in your demeanor, a small smirk crossed the girl’s face. “I knew you and McGrumps over there were a thing.”

You nearly choked on your own saliva as you nervously sputtered out, “W-What the hell are you talking about?”

Ellie raised an eyebrow at you, shooting you a knowing look as her smirk widened.

Oh for fuck’s sake. Ellie had caught you and Joel while you two were—fucking?

Mortified did not even come close to cutting it.

“Oh god,” You muttered, your face on fire. 

“I really hope you two are being smart and using protection,” she added teasingly. “What’s that saying? Wrap it before you tap it?”

“Ellie!” You hissed, glancing over your shoulder. Joel went about his business and it was times like these where you were actually thankful that his hearing wasn’t what it used to be. You turned back to her and quickly started trying to explain yourself. “Ellie, I don’t know what you think you saw but—”

“Oh, it was too dark to see anything. I heard you guys.” She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder. “Back behind the truck.” She paused, thoroughly enjoying every single moment of complete and utter discomfort she was causing you. “You know, if that’s gonna keep happening, I’m really gonna need you guys to find me a Walkman with some headphones. Noise cancelling headphones, please and thank you.”

You dropped your head into your hands and anxiously rubbed your face with your palms. “Fuck. I’m really sorry, Ellie,” Was all that you could say.

What else could you say?

Sorry you had to hear me getting fucked by my partner while you were laying just feet away in your sleeping bag?

“Sorry for what? For not being able to keep it in your pants?” Ellie giggled, slapping your knee with her hand in an attempt to get you to lighten up. “I get it. Nature. Hormones. Biology and shit.”

You lifted your face from your hands. “Joel can’t know,” You warned her. “Or he won’t be able to look you or me in the eye ever again.”

Ellie groaned in exaggeration, throwing her head back. “Aw, come on! I really wanted to see him squirm.”

“Me squirming should be fucking enough you little shit,” You laughed, shoving her playfully with your elbow. Once both of your giggles had subsided, in a more serious tone, you told her, “And for the record, we are not a thing.”

Ellie stared at you in disbelief. “Get out of here, you lying sack of shit! You totally are!”

“I know it’s hard to understand. But just because two people—” You trailed off, trying to choose your words carefully. It was more often than not that you had to remind yourself that despite what Ellie had been through and all she had seen, she was still fourteen. A fucking child.

“Bump uglies?” she suggested, wiggling her eyebrows.

You sighed. “Jesus Christ, please don’t ever fucking say that out loud again.” You paused briefly, running a hand through your hair. “But yes. Just because two people do what he and I were doing, that doesn’t mean anything. For a lot of people, it can be quite meaningless actually. It does not mean they are a thing. Me and Joel? Not a thing. Understood?”

Ellie blinked. “That’s probably the biggest pile of bullshit I’ve ever heard. Even before last night, I knew you two were a thing. Whether either of you admit it or not. I can tell.”

You knew better than to play into what she was saying, but the sheer curiosity got the better of you.

What had Ellie noticed about you and Joel?

“What do you mean?”

She shrugged, bringing her knees up to her chest. “I dunno. The way you look at him. The way he looks at you. He’s a guy who doesn’t seem to give a shit about too many things or too many people. But I know he does give a shit about you. He cares about you. Even if he might have a shitty ass way of showing it.”

You glanced back over at Joel and then back at Ellie, confused.

“And you can deny it all you want. But if there’s one thing that stone cold asshole cares about, it’s definitely you,” Ellie stated firmly.

Your mouth fell open slightly, unsure what to say to her.

“What the hell are you two yappin’ about over there?” Joel called, looking over his shoulder.

“Nothing!” Ellie practically sang, causing him to roll his eyes and turn his attention back to his task.

“Well then, get off your asses and let’s get a fuckin’ move on. Ain’t got time to waste.”

[hoesformatt]

SEX SONGS

chris smut, Inspired by Sex Songs by Tory Lanez (it’s so chris)

dom!chris • poc!reader friendly

contains: CHRIS A EATER IN THIS ONE, oral (both ends), missionary, talking through it, some spitting, naked sex (skin to skin contact), unprotected sex (Don’t fucking do that), pet names, no use of y/n

word count: 0.8k (OF PURE SMUT)

the bold are the lyrics

we get straight to it, there’s no buildup…

not-proofread

I make all the bad girls horny

He propped me against his desk holding my legs up by my knees as our lips and tongues meshed together.

“I wanna eat your pussy so bad mama, I wanna know how you taste” Sitting up on his desk he spread my legs opened to get on his knees going down on me. The warm and wet sensation touched my heat, moans escaping my lips.

I bury my face in it ‘cause you’re gorgeous, yeah

Chris’ pulling me towards his mouth, he laid his tongue on my soaked cunt, sucking on my clitoris to then lick on my folds. “Fuck yeah Chris— Hnghh— Shit” He kissed my clit with his nose digging into my pussy.

He spit on my cunt continuing to violate me making my back arch while I gripped his brunette locks in my hair for a sort of comfort. Chris’ hot breath sent shivers down my spine and pleasure along my pussy “Just like that and I’ll cum, fuck, fuck—” My climax inches on me as I quivered uncontrollably and cream-like liquid spewed out of me.

Chris didn’t hesitate to lick the moisture off of me though I was still catching my breath so I then looked down at him picking himself up to pull me close to him and macking on my lips biting my bottom lip. I tugged the band of his sweatpants, dropping them to the ground.

Crawling off the desk falling to the floor, I rested my cheek on his rough and hard cock inside his undergarments, I sifted his dick from his boxers holding it to my lips. I taunted Chris by playing with his slit, dragging the tip of my tongue along it as he kissed his teeth.

I began to swirl my tongue against his shaft gazing up at him to see his expression of pleasure; lips slightly separated, eyes slipping close, enjoying the sensation. “Baby please, I need it”

I let my saliva slip onto his cock putting it into my mouth, bobbing my head while rotating. I held his balls in my left hand massaging them and jerking the end of his length with the other.

Chokin’, spit in her mouth she want more, oh yeah

“Split those lips” Popping my lips off, I left my mouth wide open for Chris to spit in mouth, catch it, I mixed our saliva, I sucked Chris off methodically and his whimpers got louder, turning into moans ringing in my ears causing my arousal to rise.

“Your mouth feels so good mama, I-I can’t wait to dive into y-your pussy”

Shit I couldn’t wait either

He was put in a trance by the bliss he was experiencing resulting with his eyes rolling back aggressively withering to stay open. “You know what you’re doing to me baby” He gripped my head to stay in the position I was in to swallow his cum, he finally finished and I let go, detaching from his length.

“Lemme feel you mama” Chris lifted me up and latched onto him, our naked bodies hugging and complimented each other, his pale and light skin, with my darker caramel skin tone. He placed me on the bed, ever so carefully, caressing my soft, warm skin.

Aligning his dick with my pussy being at my eye level, he was holding my hips slowly entering me never breaking the eye contact. I was stretched out by Chris’ girthed cock and being in pain as he stopped before I allowed him to move into to me.

Slipping out he spit directly on his length and he slid within me “Holy shittt, you’re so— warm and tight baby” He cut his word, moaning straight in my ear.

Tell me you was freak, didn’t know you was that way

Chris’ thrusts were laboured but deep and his cock grazed against my insides, feeling filled up with his inches “Yes Chris yes, fuck yeah, don’t stop please” Everything hit me at once, his cock touching my g-spot, our fast paced breathes and the slick sweat building between our skin.

“Tell me how much I make you feel good mama” I was dickmatized, completely unaware of to everything but his movements “So good Chris, so fucking good” Our skin-smacked together sending clapping noises bouncing off the walls, he lands his lips on out of satisfaction.

“Chris keeping fucking meee, i’m gonna cumm” I felt the knots in my stomach begin to twist and I suppressed the feeling. “Cum for me baby, show me how good I make you feel”

“Hah—SHIT!” My rolled back without warning and legs started twitching as Chris supported body after pulling out to cum over my belly.

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[angelltheninth]

Denji getting head from a female s/o 😔 gotta be good and caring to him yknow

Gotta be best and caring for best horny, chaotic protagonist.

Pairing: Denji x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, first time getting a blowjob, teasing, oral cockwarming, whimpering, praise, virgin!Denji, fast orgasm but Denji is no quitter

A/N: Denji is pervy but damn he would be probably be more clueless then pervy. Fun to tease though.

As eager as Denji was to get started when you told him you wanted to give him his first ever blowjob he might have been a little too eager. Hard as a rock and dripping just from feeling your hand wrapping around the base of his shaft.

"Holy shit, its really happening." He whispered a little delirious with pleasure and not completely sure he wasn't dreaming again.

You smiled up at him, giving the cockhead a little kiss. Denji whimpered and tried to stay still, tried to stay focused on you. His reactions were adorable, his blush reaching his ears, past his neck even. Didn't even need to put your mouth on him to make a mess of him, or his cock. Just your thumb passing over the head had his cum webbing to your finger in a warm white string.

"You've jerked off before right?" You ran your hand up and down his pulsing cock, spreading the cum drops all the way down his balls.

"Of course I have. But your hand feels better. Not as rough or callous. It's uh... nice you know?" He bashfully rubbed the back of his neck, "I may have also jerked off while thinking about this exact scenario."

"Good that you're so honest with me." With the flat of your tongue you licked a long line up his cock, and then back down, making sure to let your lips brush against him. "I always liked that about you Denji. And I'm happy that I'm discovering more and more about you to like." His cock twitched at the attention it was getting, his sharp teeth clenching along with his abs. "I'll go down on you now okay?"

"Okay? More then okay! Hell yeah!" Because he was so eager, so innocent, so touch starved he didn't last even a minute. As soon as your mouth wrapped around him he let his head fall backwards, his hands hanging, digging into the couch cushions, "Oh god, oh, you... really know your stuff! Ah, fuck me! Wait! I'm... hold on... fuck that's so good, your mouth is so good! How the fuuc-!"

Denji came with a cry, flooding your mouth with shots of warm cum. Although a surprise you tried to dink it up but the surprise was evident on your face, as was on Denji's who stared at the cum dripping from your mouth in both awe and disbelief.

"Fuck." He cringed in embarrassment.

You chuckled as you pulled away, thick drops of cum still coating your lips and his cock, "Nothing to be ashamed of Denji. Just look," You licked up his cock, letting the flat of your tongue scoop up more cum in your mouth, "you're still hard. We can do this more then once."

"Oh." He looked so cute, all embarrassed like that. Some of his bravado seemed to have come back when he looked back down at you, his fingers twitching as they eased your mouth closer, "You'll help me with stamina training then?"

"Gladly." You closed your mouth around him again, ready to do this as many times as it takes.

[jungle-angel]

The Cowboy's Christmas Gift (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Rhett gets an unexpected surprise when he comes in one day

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only), kinky bedroom shenanigans, a whole lotta kinks etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @sebsxphia

"You're sure we've got everything we need?" Rhett asked his father as they drove back home through the snow that had begun to fall.

"Rhett I checked, double checked and checked again after that," Royal told him. "Trust me, we've got everything."

"Everything?"

Royal was trying to hide the cheeky grin as he pulled a little something out of the brown paper bag between the seats, a bottle of Grand Marnier to make mimosas. Rhett went bug-eyed, his jaw dropping upon realizing what it was.

"No fuckin way!" he laughed.

"Yep," Royal told him. "Your mother and I will most likely be plastered Christmas Day so we're gonna need that 'do not disturb' sign ya'll made for when you and (y/n) stayed at the hotel after ya'll got married."

"UUUUGH!!!" Rhett groaned, completely disgusted at the image Royal had put into his head.

"Will ya'll relax?" he said. "Wouldn't be the first time we caught each other after the bedroom shenanigans."

Rhett made a gagging noise as they pulled into the driveway and followed Royal into the house. Royal and Cecelia had decided to take Amy, Hannah and the boys out to do some last minute Christmas shopping, leaving Rhett to his own devices and wouldn't be back till dark.

He flopped onto your shared bed and tried to put that image out of his mind but it didn't do any good at all. Only when he felt a set of hands rubbing across his shoulders did he forget it, albeit for a few seconds.

"Darlin?" he asked. "Whatcha doin?"

"Nothing," you purred, kissing his cheek.

"You sure?" he chuckled.

"Got a little surprise for you," you told him.

"Good because I really need to forget what just happened on the ride back."

You scrunched your eyebrows together, unsure of what he meant. "Everything ok?"

"Yeah until Dad put a nasty image in my head of him and Ma."

"UUUGH!" you groaned.

Rhett chuckled a little.

"Oh yeah," you concluded. "You definitely need it then. Wait here and I'll be right back."

He didn't have to wait too long, but the moment you emerged from the bathroom wearing a devilishly red lace slip, he somehow managed to forget most of what happened in the last half hour.

"Merry Christmas Cowboy," you purred, twirling your hair a little.

"Holy fuck," Rhett hissed.

"Oooh, didn't your mama ever tell you that swearing will get you on Santa's naughty list?" you teased.

You yelped a little when you felt his hands grab your hips and pull you in. "Don't tease me darlin," he chuckled. "Cuz I made that list a looooong time ago."

You threw your head back and laughed, even as he kissed your stomach and trailed along your thighs, his lips warm against your chilly skin. You let out a bit of a moan when his head roamed up the skirt of your slip, leaving wet, sloppy little kisses along your folds.

"Aw shit, what are you up to now?" you laughed when you felt his teeth tugging on your panties.

You felt an embarrassing heat rising into your cheeks when he pulled your matching underwear down to your ankles, leaving plenty of room for you to step out of them. Rhett released them from his teeth and into his hand, balling them up and throwing them into the laundry basket near the adjoining bathroom door.

"Alright Missy," he teased. "This reindeer needs a good ridin."

He fervently kissed you as your deft hands slipped up the back of his shirt and pulled it off in one go, the two of you never once breaking the kiss. Rhett helped you with his belt and then his jeans until his shorts were the last thing to come off, his monster hard-on practically flinging itself from the threads.

Rhett fell backwards with you on top of him, guiding your hips onto the throbbing stiffness that awaited your center. "Oh darlin, there we go," he groaned. "Good girl........aw honey ya'll just take me so well don't you?"

A rather unladylike moan fell from your lips as his cock went deeper and deeper in. You and Rhett worked together with each other's rhythms, rubbing against each other and feeling and immense amount of pleasure as the unholy moaning from you both rose and fell in different pitches, echoing throughout the room.

You moaned the loudest when you felt that hot, liquidy bursting between your legs, the both of you falling against each other and your heads clouded by the sensations you had just experienced together.

"Feel better Rhett?" you asked him.

"Oh I feel fuckin perfect darlin," he chuckled.

"Good," you said, kissing his cheek. "Because at any rate I think we'll need to go for round two if everybody's still out of the house and assuming those nasty images are still there."

"Believe me sweetheart," he said. "I'm hell bent on havin'em fucked outta me if you are."

"Challenge accepted, Cowboy," you purred, kissing him again.

[obx-pogue4life]

Donut Dick

Summary: JJ thinks he's funny when he puts a donut on his dick and tells you he's got a snack for you but you turn the tables on him and go from silly to sexy, making him absolutely insane and dying for his release

Warning: Cum play, daddy kink, oral sex, dirty talk, squirting, ball play, kissing, fingering, hand job, food (mentions of eating a donut), begging, taunting, teasing, orgasm denial, boob and nipple play, intense orgasms. I hope I didn’t miss any and if I did, let me know

Author's Note: Hi everyone! So it’s been quite a while since I’ve written and posted anything- I can’t believe it’s been over 6 months! I just wanted to take a minute to say thank you for sticking with me after all this time! Whether you are someone who follows me or just someone who happened to stumble across this post, I appreciate your support and taking the time to read my work very much! I hope you enjoy this weird and sexy story I’ve come up with, it’s basically 5000 words of ridiculously silly filth haha I figured I might as well come back with a bang! GO BIG OR GO HOME, RIGHT??!? 😂❤️

"Hey babe, come here," I hear my boyfriend JJ yell from the kitchen.

Groaning to myself, I put my phone down and yell back, "What is it? I don't wanna get up!" and go back to scrolling on my phone.

About a minute goes by and I hear JJ say again in a weirdly peppy sing song voice, "y/n... I've got something for youuuuu" he drawls out. "Come on babe, I made you a snack" he says again trying to coax me.

I groan again but start to get up because I'm sorta hungry and a snack sounds pretty good right about now. I make my way towards the kitchen and nearly drop my phone when I see the sight that's presented before me. Standing smack dab in the middle of the kitchen is a completely naked JJ, standing there in only his black socks! He's got one leg up on a kitchen chair and his arms proudly on his hips, grinning at me like a lunatic. This man also has a full on erection and has decided to hang a fucking donut from his cock. I'm desperately trying to hold in my giggles but then he starts swiveling his hips in a circle and puts his hands behind his head and gives little thrusts and I just lose my cool completely and can't stop laughing at him.

"Like what you see babe," JJ says in a fake sexy accent, adding to my laughter.

"Oh yeah baby, dance for me you sexy hunk of man," I manage to get out while he try's to spin the donut on his cock like a circus trick.

I'm laughing so hard at this point, I have tears streaming down my face and I can't breathe. He is so silly sometimes, I just don't know what to do with him.

"Come on take a bite of the snack I made you," he coaxed cheekily. "I want you to pull it off my cock with your teeth."

I roll my eyes and flip him off but he just laughs at me and grins that goofy grin again, still playing with his dick and twirling that damn donut.

I decide to have a little bit of fun of my own and slowly walk over to him, stripping my pants, top and bra off on the way, before immediately dropping to my knees in front of him.

"Oh my god, are you actually going for this? Holy shit! I was just kidding y/n but fuck, yes! Will you really eat a donut off my dick?" He asks, genuinely unsure if I'm really gonna do it.

"Anything for you J," I say in a mock of his sing song voice from earlier. I can hear his breathing hitch and I lean forward ever so slightly and stick my tongue out and gently lick the tip of his still hard cock, making him softly groan out.

"Oh shit" I can hear him mutter a few times as I open my mouth a little more and swirl my tongue around his head and start gently sucking. I decide to keep my hands to myself and while I'm sucking his tip I start to play with my breasts and squeeze my nipples. It feels so good I moan out in my own pleasure, causing his cock to twitch in my mouth. I look up at him through my eyelashes and continue what I'm doing, looking right into his eyes. A few more moans from me and he's nearly there and I've barely touched him yet. I stop abruptly and sit on my heels and wipe the corner of my mouth with my thumb, sticking it in my mouth after and licking off and precum that got on my face.

"Hmmm," I say to him sort of as a question. I really am hungry and lean in to take a bite of that donut that's been staring me in the face. I hold it with my hand so it doesn't crumble and lick some of the frosting off before swallowing and taking another nibble. JJ is looking at me with wide eyes and I can tell that this weird show I'm putting on for him is really turning him on. I take one more nibble and let the donut break apart in my hand and sexily lick the frosting off my wrist purposely leaving the remaining frosting on my fingers. "You want some," I ask him innocently and put my fingers up to his mouth, teasing him. He leans down and licks the chocolate off my fingers and swallows hard, still looking down at me while I'm kneeling before him and wondering what I'm gonna do next. I don't waste any time and put the rest of the donut on the tabletop. "Looks like someone's been playing with their food... such a naughty boy. Guess I'll just have to clean you up..." and I hear him suck in another deep breath in anticipation.

I lean forward again and begin to kitten lick his cock, making sure to tease his tip and the underside of his shaft while I lick up all the remaining frosting and donut bits that are left behind. He lets out a content sigh and I smile into him, temporarily releasing him from my mouth. "Do you like that baby?" I coo to him. "Does my tongue against your cock feel good?" I ask. He nods his head quickly while I look up at him, putting his dick back in my mouth, taking him in completely. "Fuck yes y/n, that feels so good," he moans out and gives me an animalistic growl. "Fucckkkk."

I start bobbing my head and swirling my tongue, letting him go further and further down my throat. I love the way he's grunting and moaning. I love being able to make him lose himself in such a short amount of time. He reaches down and brushes some of the hair out of my eyes that has fallen forward and I pull back to get a breath. "You look so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth," he breathily says to me, instantly making me blush. I look away for a minute and notice he's got some frosting on his balls and an idea plants itself in my head. I quickly lean forward again and gently cradle his balls in my hand. "Y/n what are you-," he begins to say but I quickly cut him off.

"I promise I'll be extra gentile J, can I?" I ask him, half thinking he's gonna tell me no and to stop. He doesn't usually like his balls messed with but the few times he has let me play with them, I know he enjoyed it.

"Sure babe, I trust you. Just be extra careful, ok?" He says a tad hesitantly. A huge smile spreads across my face and I gently move my fingers up under them and feel around a little.

"Such cute little donut holes you have J," I say sitting back on my heels. He grins at me and and laughs.

"Oh I know you did not just call my balls donut holes, you weirdo," he says throwing his head back still giggling.

"I am not the weirdo here, sir, you are!" I say, clutching my chest and faking great shock. "You started this whole thing baby and I'm just finishing it," I smile coyly. "You made quite the mess earlier, J. I think I'm just gonna have to lick that silly left over frosting right off of you if we're ever gonna get you cleaned up," I say and bat my eyes as I look up at him. His leg is still propped up on the chair and he nods his head and opens his leg up a little wider so I can get in there better. He gives me another nod and an excited smile and I lean in forward once again, putting myself face to face with his cock and balls.

I grab his cock with one hand push it up towards his stomach. With my other hand I trace the veins on the underside of his shaft with my fingertips and then my tongue. I can hear him take another deep breath in and out and I can feel his body relaxing. I continue to run my tongue along his veiny underside for a minute and then move down to where his cock actually meets his balls. It's fleshy and sorta squishy and as soon as I press my tongue to it I can feel him stiffen up a little. I put my hands on his thighs, rubbing them reassuringly. "I promise I'll be gentle baby, don't worry," I breathily say. He lets out a deep breath and his body relaxes again. Just using the tip of my tongue, I tease that delicate space between his cock and balls, gently licking up and down and back and forth. His breathing quickens a little and I can tell he's starting to enjoying this. I move down a little lower every time I lick and pretty soon I'm right on top of his balls. I decide to place a gentle kiss on them and to kiss all around his pelvis and at the base of his shaft. Anything I can do to ease his mind and let him relax so he can enjoy this. I notice his tip leaking again and brush the precum off with my fingertip. "Looks like you're starting to enjoy this baby," I tell him. He smiles and nods again and just watches me silently, waiting for my next move.

I use his cum like lipgloss, spreading it evenly on my lips and puckering them. "Jesus Christ" I hear him say under his breath. I look directly at him and suck the remaining cum off my finger as seductively as I can. I hear a loud gulp come from him and I smile to myself knowing that all this is working. His dick twitches in my hand again and I immediately lick my lips a little and start softly kissing and licking his inner thighs, head and shaft. He moans out in appreciation and slightly bucks his hips into my face. I quickly make my way back to his balls and feel his breathing quicken a little but he's still very relaxed. With just the tip of my tongue I circle each orb with feather light touches and can feel the weightlessness they each seem to possess. Running my tongue all around them and over the seam in between cause my boyfriend to let out a manly shriek and groan and his sounds make me instantly stop, not knowing if it was a good sound or a bad one.

"Oh my gosh, are you ok baby? I'm so sorry, I was being so careful, I -" Fuck, no. Feels so... good... babe please... keep... going..." he barely gets out, his breathing is so erratic. "Aww baby I love how good I'm making you feel, you sound so sexy coming undone for me. Don't hold back J, you're making me so wet every time I hear you moan. My panties are soaked for you. Your voice alone in driving me crazy but it's still your turn baby," I say as he reaches for me. I gently push his hand back towards his chest and put my hands on my tits and massage them a little and tweak my nipples. "Mmmm," I let out slowly as I rock my body a little. "This feels good but it's better when you touch me, baby," I tease. His eyes go wide and he licks his lips but I ignore it. I squeeze my breasts together and bounce them with my hands a little and just stare at him and then stop and just smile. "Later," I say and wink at him. "Shit" was all my boyfriend could say.

Satisfied that I had teased him long enough, I dove right back in and started to sensually and slowly lick all around his balls and his ballsack. I could tell he was as relaxed as ever because when I gently started sucking on one of them and ever so delicately pulled it into my mouth, he didn't even flinch. I made a humming noise as I swirled my tongue around and gently pushed my mouth all around it, cupping it around my lips. He grunted and squirmed in satisfaction as I released that ball from my mouth and quickly but softly licked up and down his seam. A long, breathy string of shits and fucks left his mouth and I used my hand to tease the tip of his cock again, the feeling of the two together giving him an extremely pleasurable sensation. I quickly repeated the process on his other ball and as I started to make my way back to his seam and started licking again, he gently tugged on my hair so I stopped. "Too much baby?," I half tease.

"Girl I need to sit... down," he part moans, part chuckles. "So fucking good," he said plopping down on the kitchen chair. Regaining his composure, he tells me he is so full and he needs to cum. "I swear if I don't cum right now, I'm gonna fucking explode," he pleads with me. "Please y/n let me fuck you. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Wanna hear you moan and scream my name over and over again. Plant my seed deep within your pussy and watch you get all swollen with my babies. Fuck, please babe, I want you. I need you," he pleads again.

"That sounds like a lot of fun baby, but it's gonna have to wait," I say getting comfortable on my knees. "I'm not done with you yet," I simply say and smile. A confused look spreads across his face and just as he's about to protest I bring my hands to my chest and start pulling and pinching my nipples. Rolling them between my fingertips, I let out a filthy cry of pleasure and he instantly goes silent and leans back in his chair to watch the show I'm putting on at his feet. I smile at him again and begin to kneed my breasts as I rock back and forth on my heels. I lean in slightly and grab his cock, licking it from base to tip and then stick it as far as I can down my throat while trying to swirl my tongue around him and not choke. I swallow around him and can hear those familiar grunts I love so much coming out of his mouth. Needing air, I pull him out of my mouth and take a much needed breath. "God I love you," JJ says to me, drunk off my mouth.

"You think you love me now J, just you wait baby," I say with a wink. I gently grab his hand and put it on his cock and place mine over his and start to pump his dick. Using my other hand I start teasing my nipples again, pleasuring ourselves in unison. As he starts to get the picture, I let his hand go and massage both my tits with both my hands. He continues to stroke himself while he watches me tease and grope my breasts and his dopey grin is all I need to see in order to know he's loving this just as much as I am. I start to moan his name and tell him I can't wait to feel him inside me when he quickly says that he's gonna cum. I immediately sit up and stop his hand movements and he groans out in frustration. "Why are you stopping me, do you need me to beg? Fuckkkk. Please let me cum babe, I'm so close. I was right there," he says slightly annoyed.

"I get to make you cum," I say sternly. "I get to make you feel good this time baby," I say a little softer.

"You're a terrible tease," he says sighing.

"I know!," you reply happily and then lean back on your heels again. You look at him with innocent eyes and squeeze and push your tits together and shake them a little.

"SEE!," he exclaims! "TEASE!," he fake yells.

"Look JJ, I just thought you might like to titty fuck your way home today, ok?," you say as nonchalantly as you can muster and shrug your shoulders. He leans down and roughly grabs your face with his hand and pulls you up a little so he can kiss you. His kiss is so needy and so rough. It's sloppy and wet but I love it. I smile into his desperation and let myself moan a little. He's so horny he is literally grinding into the kitchen chair and bucking his hips into my stomach. I pull away and grab my tits again and just stare at him for a minute while he eye fucks me. "So...?" I proposition him again. "You wanna cum all over these titties baby?," I say confidently, shaking my breasts and making them jiggle.

JJ licks his lips and mutters something incoherent while I lean back a little, offering my chest to him. He pumps his cock a bit to get himself started up again and then slaps his dick against each of my breasts a couple times. He takes his tip and circles my hardening nipples, getting them a bit sticky with his ever leaking dribbles of cum. I continue to hold my tits up for him while he plays with me and that dopey smile is back, plastered across his face. This man loves boobs. He'd play with them all day if I let him. I hardly ever let him cum on them though because it's messy and I just prefer him to cum inside of me so he knows that I'm doing all of this for his benefit. After a minute more of him rubbing his cock all over my tits and body he's made me sufficiently horny, way more than I thought I'd be with him just slapping my tits with his damn cock. Somehow it works for me though and I am slowly becoming an insane mess. Seeing him get so turned on was making me turned on and hearing him was even worse. He was overly ready, his tip was so red it looked like it might hurt, and that was fucking with me too. All I wanted to do was put it in my mouth and suck him dry but this wasn't about what I wanted. I was doing this for him.

I leaned forward and sat up a little again and kissed him. He stopped his movements and kissed me back. I pulled away slightly and kissed his cheek, down his jawline, down his neck and stopped right over his Adam's apple causing his head to roll back in pleasure. He loved when I sucked his skin right there and loved it even more when I left love bites for him to see later on. It was a sexy kink of his that I loved too. "I love you JJ," I quietly say into his neck.

"And I fucking love you y/n," he murmurs back immediately running his hands through my hair. I decided to take this opportunity while he was still blissed out from my neck kisses to put his eager cock between my breasts and start rubbing them up and down his shaft. With my hands, I pushed my tits together as tightly as I could while encompassing his rock hard dick. Up and down I went, letting my whole body bounce and trying to give him the most pleasure I possibly could. "Uhhhh... yes babe.... Fuck! I'm not gonna last much longer y/n.

"Let go baby, cum for me then," I sweetly coo. He groans and starts to buck himself up in between my breasts. Faster and faster he went, both of our breathing increasing as we meet each other's movements. His pumps getting rougher and faster yet. He was so close. I can't believe he's lasted this long, his stamina is always so sexy to me. I love the control he has over his body and just thinking about it makes me sweat. I am dripping wet and very thankful I've kept on my panties this entire time. After a few more quick thrusts he finally lets out that manly wail I've been longing to hear and I can feel his hot, thick ropes of cum go all over my upper body and onto my neck and face. We both slow our movements and just breathe together for a few seconds. I let go of my chest and his cock, pushing a little of the cum off my face and lick it off my finger. "Mmmm you taste so good, J," I sexily say and lean forward, kissing him on his wide open mouth. He's gawking at me again so I decide to finish my little show for him the only logical way I can think of. I pull away from the kiss and start massaging his cum into my breasts. "This feels so good, baby," I say, trying to keep eye contact. "I hope it was good for you."

"Best afternoon of my life, y/n," he says earnestly. He pulls me up onto my feet and pulls me onto his lap and kisses me again. I can feel his truth through his kiss and it makes my heart flutter.

Instantly his hands start roaming the sides of my body. His one hand brushes back and forth over my nipple while his other hand travels down to where I've been aching for him the most. He gently brushes a finger tip over my opening and immediately I can feel him smile into the crook of my neck. "You're actually dripping, y/n. Like legit dripping wet," he says completely in awe. Still stroking just my opening, he begins to kiss my neck and I can feel him start to suck on the spot that I know, he knows drives me crazy. "Mmmm that feels so good baby, don't stop," I moan out, arching my back slightly and letting my head fall back against him.

"You really have been torturing yourself as much as you have been torturing me, haven't you?" he lustily murmurs into my neck.

"Mmmhmmm," is all I can get out, followed by a sharp and deep breath in. He chuckles at me and says "does my pretty little tease of a girlfriend want to cum?" He questions. I shake my head yes and instinctively start to grind my ass against his leg. "Jesus, you're desperate for a release aren't you babe'" he whispers.

"Please," I whisper back, sounding way more needy than I intended.

"You want my fingers in that pretty little pussy? Like this?" He questions, slowly moving my panties to the side and dipping one finger into my waiting folds. In and out, he shallowly teases my entrance. It feels good but I need more. "Please," I say again. "More please, baby," I plead.

"Whatever you want babe," he complies. Quickly he stops his teasing and puts three fingers deep into me, plunging in and out at a rapid pace. I involuntarily arch my back and hook my one arm around his neck and use the other to hold onto the seat of the chair so I don't fall. "Oh! OOOHH!" Is all I can groin out, the feeling overwhelming all of my senses as I melt into his body. He uses his free arm and hand to hold onto my hips to help keep my now shaking body steady. His arms are so long that he can reach all the way around me to my pussy and uses his fingers to dip into the top of my panties and rub circles onto my pulsating clit. The material of my underwear is so tight against my skin I can feel it start to rip but I couldn't care less. I just need more. I frantically start moving my hips and fucking myself onto his his fingers in rhythm with his hand thrusts. I'm getting so close, I can feel it beginning to boil over within me. He notices my worsening desperation and fucks me faster yet with his fingers, adding an insanely pleasurable fourth finger to the mix. At this point I feel like I'm about to lose my mind any second when he decides to stop rubbing my clit and to pinch it instead. Gentle at first but then a little harder, him being careful to make sure it was making me feel good and not hurt me, before giving me more. Quick and rough pinches followed by firm, repetitive tapping on my most sensitive and over stimulated area was enough to make me yell out his name in pure unashamed pleasure. "j...J...JJ!" I practically scream but I just can't help it. I'm so worked up that I barely recognize my own voice. My body is trembling and I'm randomly convulsing and I seem to have lost all control of my movements. If he wasn't strongly holding me in place, I'd have been on the floor a long time ago. He repeats the pinching and tapping over and over again while his thick fingers stretch me out more and more. All of the sudden I feel an indescribable high wash over me and my vision starts to go fuzzy. He does not let up though and the euphoria I feel is more than incredible. It has me screaming out like a wild animal and I feel like my entire body is on fire. Before I can even realize what's happening, I feel another intense pressure building up within me and there is no turning back now because I am on the brink of explosion. JJ can tell how close I am because all it takes is a few dirty words from him to send me over the edge.

"You're so fucking sexy like this y/n. Completely at my mercy. Show me what that body can do. Show me how you squirt for me y/n. I want your pussy to squirt all over my hand. Do you understand me? If you can do that like a good girl, I promise I'll make you squirt all over my cock when I give you the fucking you deserve, later. Come on gorgeous," he says leaning in to my ear, licking and sucking on my ear lobe. "Squirt for daddy," he whispers.

That whisper was all it took for me to come completely unraveled on his lap. The waves of pleasure circulating through my body were some of the most intense sets of orgasms I've ever experienced. I could feel myself leaking all over him and the pleasure I was receiving from it was enough to bring tears to my eyes. I was sweating, crying and panting over my ragged breathing and loss of breath. The only thing I could do was scream out in pure ecstasy and I was so intoxicated by this wonderfully strong feeling and waves of feel good emotions that I didn't care one bit how loud I was or how I sounded.

As he helped me ride out my incredible high, I got lost in a state of bliss for a few minutes. He stopped all his motions and just held me while I continued to have my tiny tremors of pure lingering pleasure every so often while I was slowly coming back down to normal. Once I finally opened my eyes and looked at him he was just staring at me again with a cocky but semi concerned look on his face. He sighed out in relief and brushed a few lingering tears off my cheek. "What," I said breathily, wondering why he was once again, staring at me with his mouth hanging open.

"Y/n," he grins at me lustily. "It's been like 5 minutes since you came babe," he says incredibly cocky and proud. "I fucking thought you were possessed for a minute," he laughs. "You just kept going and going and moaning and shit. And babe- look at us! Look at the floor! You squirted like a fucking fountain y/n. It was so hot, I'm fucking hard again. You did so good for me, gorgeous. Such a good girl." He praises me, spinning me around so I'm straddling his lap. He leans down and kisses me, making sure to take his time. I feel my cheeks heat up at his words and pull away from his kiss to take a breath. He strokes my cheek lovingly and leans in and kisses my neck reassuringly. "Daddy is so proud of you," he quietly says into my ear between kisses. The feeling of his breath on my neck and his dirty words makes me shiver a little and he pulls back and smiles at me, leaning in to kiss my lips once more. He breathes into me and I can feel all the life coming back into my body. I instantly relax and smile into his kiss. The way he contently sighs back and the way his tongue gently and passionately explores my mouth while his hands tenderly cup my face make me feel so loved in this moment. His kiss always gives it away. If he never told me again how he feels, I'd still know it because I can feel it in his touch.

He eventually and reluctantly pulls away and presses me into his chest, hugging my body tightly and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Who knew my dumb joke would turn into all this," he chuckles. I smile into his chest and chuckle back. "Yeah who knew your donut dick would turn me on so much," I say, shaking my head. He laughs again and kisses the top of my head lovingly.

"I love you, my little freak," he says affectionately.

"Love you too, my little weirdo," I say back.

[angelagiarratana]

You're Staring Darling

so um, we can all agree that Angela's arms are incredibly hot so here we all go. sorry for the delay, work has been insane.

tw: slight smut

This is a completely fictional story.

The shoot day had all gone according to plan, with slight mishaps but nothing big. The last shoot of the day was some stupid idea Shayne had, Sniper Chess. You were sitting off camera, watching intently as the cast used the very high-powered ball-shooting NERF gun. You were responsible for calling out when the safety was off and ensuring the cast members kept their goggles on. Essentially Courtney made you a safety watch. You didn't think anything of it until Angela walked onto set wearing a tank top, her arms on display. "Shit," you thought. Angela's arms were an incredibly weak spot for your silly little crush on her.

Since day one of her working at Smosh you had a serious crush on her, but always brushed it away for the sake of being professional. However, anytime you saw her arms or freshly painted black nails, it became increasingly hard to stay professional. You had caught yourself staring at one too many times. Today was no different.

"Safety off." Angela announced as she lined up her shot, you echoed, "Safety off." The way her bicep tensed as she held the gun straight sent a shiver down your spine. Around round 3 Angela slipped her button-up back on, you assumed it was because she was cold. You were still gawking at her hands during the rest of the shoot. It never got in the way of your job, but it was still happening. As Courtney called cut you took off your own goggles and walked onto set to retrieve the gun. Angela handed it to you with a smile and wink. A WINK. Your knees almost buckled under you. "Thank you, I can take your goggles too." You held out your other hand and she placed them in your hand, letting hers linger for a second, "Hey could you help me get something from my car when you wrap up here?" You were taken aback by her question, she usually would've asked Amanda or Shayne but you agreed.

After emptying the gun, collecting the balls, and placing them into prop storage you found your way to Angela's desk, "Ready to be of assistance." She giggled at your faux British accent. "It'll be quick." She led the way to her car, comfortable silence falling between you two. She unlocked the car and opened the trunk, inside was a box full of different costumes, "Angela you literally weight lift, you could carry this." She smiled at you, "Yeah so I lied to get you alone. I have a question." You quirked your brow at her, "Okay?" Her tone dropped an octave, her entire demeanor changing. "Do you know why I put on my shirt during the shoot?" You shook your head, "Because it was cold as hell in the studio today?" She laughed for a second, "No. It's because I could feel someone staring at me and then I saw it was you, staring at my arms." She paused for a moment taking in how you were trying so hard to remain calm, "But then I wondered why you would be looking at my arms like that. Then I realized you do it every time I wear a tank top." You took a step back, your back hitting the car beside hers, "I don't know what you're talking about. I was making sure you were being safe." She stepped closer to you, then took off her button-up, tossing it into her trunk, "Oh really? So if I just," she then pressed her hand beside your head, leaning into you fucking booktok style, "it doesn't have any effect on you?"

HOLY SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING? You knew Angela could flirt but Jesus CHRIST. You swallowed hard and shook your head, "Uh- nope. It's just an arm." She leaned in closer, her lips inches from yours. She made direct eye contact and then grabbed your hip with her free hand, "I think that's a lie." You couldn't take it anymore, how close she was to you, the way her arm muscles were being perfectly lit by the California sun, the smug ass look in her eye, you grabbed her shirt pulling her lips onto yours. She smiled into the kiss and pulled your hips off the car and into hers, deepening the kiss. You let out a moan when she gripped your hip tighter and bit your lip softly. She pulled away smiling, noticing how your eyes immediately trained on her arm, "You're staring darling." You rolled your eyes and finally, after months, reached out and ran your fingers along her triceps, "Yeah for good fucking reason." Her hand on your hip loosened and her thumbs drew lazy circles on your hip bone, "You know you're not as sneaky as you thought you were Y/n." You grimaced, "I hate the thought of how long you knew." She dropped both her arms, turned away from you, and grabbed her shirt from the trunk, "6 months." Your jaw dropped, "6 fucking months! You waited 6 months to say something?" She laughed, grabbing the box from the trunk, "I had to one, make sure it wasn't all in my head, two you were actually gay, and three single." She closed the trunk and reached one of her hands out, you took it, "I'm glad I wore this shirt today." You giggled, "Me too."

[familyvideostevie]

Okay so I would die for "breathe through your nose" with Eds

Only because

I feel like Eddie would say this, but in a panic thinking you couldn't actually breathe 😂😂😂

this cracks me up. i went with the idea of like, giving eddie head for the first time! hope this satisfies ;) 18+, fem!reader

"breathe through your nose" __

"I want to suck your dick," you say. "How do you want me to do it?"

Eddie short circuits in front of you, sitting down hard on his bed with wide eyes. "You want to...you want to blow me?" His voice gets high at the end and he coughs into his hand. "You sure?" You haven't before, which Eddie knows, but you can't stop thinking about it.

"Talk me through it." You get on your knees right there between his legs, moving to put your hair in a ponytail.

"Wait," he says, unbuckling his belt, clearly on board with your plan. "I'll uh, I'll hold it. Gently, I swear." He shimmies his pants down his hips and kicks them off and there it is: his cock, already half-hard. It's nothing you haven't seen before -- it's been inside you, after all.

"You sure you want to?" he asks again. You look up at him before licking your lips. His pupils widen.

"Eddie, we've been having sex for like, a month. And I've been thinking about sucking your dick for twice as long." He twitches at your words and you wrap a hand around him. He hisses, one palm cradling your jaw as precum beads on his tip. "Just tell me what you want."

"I-- Christ, okay." He's flushed. "Gimme your hand." You let go of him and hold your palm open and he spits into it which makes you gasp softly. He grins. "Just uh, take what you can, I guess. I'll like it, I promise." You jerk him slowly from root to tip, before leaning forward and licking the length of him.

"Fuck," he says. "This isn't going to last long."

"I know how big you feel when you're fucking me," you say. He groans. "How big will you feel in my mouth?" He's heavy on your tongue when you suck on his head. You bob up and down slowly, your hand making up for what you can't fit. Eddie, true to his word, fists his hands in your hair and pulls only a little bit. You feel your gag reflex work when you take him deep.

"Breath through your nose," he says between pants. You feel unbelievably powerful to have him at your mercy like this, even if you're drooling and making filthy sounds. "So good, sweetheart," Eddie says. "Look so pretty sucking my dick." You hum around him and he throws his head back.

"Holy shit," he says. "I-- not long now, baby. Where can I come?" You pull him out of your mouth with a wet pop and continue to stroke him. Your jaw aches but it's worth it for the fucked-out look Eddie's got on his face.

"Can you come in my mouth?" Eddie nods frantically and you lean back down, moving one hand to play with his balls.

"Oh, sweet Jesus," he moans. "I'm --" He pulls on your hair a little hard as he spurts in your mouth. It's salty and a little metallic on your tongue, almost like pennies. But it's Eddie, and you find yourself into it. You release him with the same wet noise as before and he looks down at you through hooded eyes, thumb swiping across your chin to wipe away some of the spit on your face.

"Was that okay?" you ask. Eddie's mouth drops open.

"Okay? Sweetheart, you just rocked my world. C'mere." He pulls you up to the bed and kisses you soundly, not shying away from the taste of himself on your tongue. "Lemme return the favor, yeah?"

[boywifesammy]

careful what you wish for (deanjohn nsfw)

Dean is surprised to wake up after his encounter with the Djinn and find that his wish has come true. The fire never happened, Sam is on track to becoming a lawyer, and both his parents are alive.

The strange part of it all, however, is how excited John is to see him. That and the weird salacious winks that he keeps giving him when no one else is looking.

Everything here is part of the wish, right? So what exactly has Dean wished for?

another very late submission for @dadfuckerfest. this is literally just porn. the plot is not integral to the story it is just dean having a daddy kink. ao3 version linked above :)

It takes Dean a second to orient himself after the Djinn attack. His hunter instincts are blaring sirens, but when he picks up the picture frame on his and Carmen’s bookshelf, the pieces fall in place all at once. It’s a picture of his family. His nuclear family.

He’s on autopilot the whole drive home.

Good things don’t happen to Winchesters. That’s why the first feeling that Dean gets when he sees his mother, happy and healthy, is a deep, deep feeling of dread. Following the disbelief is shock. Then, lastly, an overwhelming wave of love washes over him, because, God, that’s his mother. That’s his mother, and she’s alive.

Mary doesn’t comment on the desperation in Dean’s hug. She ushers him inside and watches with a careful eye as he oggles at their shelves. Each picture frame immortalizes a moment from this dream life, like the mundane is precious, because to Dean, they are.

Dean didn’t even know that this is what he wanted, but now that he has it, he can’t argue against it. Sam’s graduation, tacky family photos, ball games and birthday parties. Hell, there’s even a picture of John holding up a fish the size of his torso, because this version of his father apparently does things like fish and play softball.

Good things don’t happen to the Winchesters. Dean wants to stab something. His terror sits thick at the back of his throat and no matter how hard he tries to push it down, it manages to worm out through the cracks. He takes a deep breath and hugs his mother again. His chest is not big enough for all of this hope.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Darling?” Mary’s worry is more pronounced now. Dean forces himself to calm down.

“I’m okay, Mom. I just— I missed you, you know?” His voice is still slightly wavy when he speaks. Mary pulls back from the hug and gives him a concerned look, her slight wrinkles crinkling at her eyes.

“Have you been drinking?” She says, accusatory. Dean’s response is cut off by a creak from behind and he whips around, hand already shooting down to his waistband. His pistol isn’t there. He starts flailing around for his knife but freezes when his father walks down the stairs.

“Dean?” John’s voice is deep and sleep-rough. He’s standing at the bottom of the steps in a wife beater and boxers. Dean’s heart stops.

“Dad.” Dean gasps, and it comes out horribly broken. John’s heavy eyelids slowly slide open. He gives Mary a questioning look.

Good things don’t happen to Winchesters, but apparently in Djinn dreams, the rules are different. This John looks happy. Fulfilled. The scar across his cheek that parted his beard is gone, and his dark circles have given out to slight wrinkles. He’s strong but not hunter strong. His arms are thick and his eyes are soft and his belly is slightly rounded from middle age. He’s alive. Holy shit. Dean’s father is alive.

Dean stumbles forward to the stairs. John’s confusion turns to worry but he throws out an arm and Dean doesn’t hesitate before falling into his chest. His forehead drops to his father’s shoulder. John gives him a comforting pat on the back.

“You okay, son?” He asks, and Dean sets his jaw. He lets himself enjoy John’s strong grip for just a moment, to appreciate the ease of his affection, then he leans back. He can’t bring himself to hug back. He just can’t.

“Yeah.” John raises an eyebrow. He glances over at Mary.

“Yeah, I’m great.” Dean repeats, more steady this time, but not fast enough for John to miss the sheen of his eyes. He looks over at Mary and gives her a reassuring smile. It’s skinwalker-ish in how ill suited it looks on his face. The only smiles that John ever gave Dean were sly little smirks or wide-eyed, adrenaline-induced grins of bloody teeth.

“Go get some sleep.” John nods his head towards the stairs. “I’ll be up soon.”

Mary looks back and forth between Dean and John, unconvinced, but it’s late and she’s tired. She sighs and makes for the stairs. She gives Dean a brief kiss on his temple as she walks past.

“Night, sweetie. I love you.” Again, Dean’s brain screams skinwalker. His heart screams to follow her. His body, however, stays rooted in place.

“Me too.” He whispers back. Mary smiles warmly and turns to trudge up the stairs. Her baby-pink nightdress scuffs the floor. Dean watches her go.

“Dean.” John motions to the sofa. “Sit down, will you?”

Dean doesn’t know how to approach this new dynamic with his father. This man isn’t the hunter he remembers. He isn’t even the same father. Dean responds with yes sir to John’s question and he laughs, smacking him on the shoulder like he just said a funny joke.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to see you, but why the sudden visit?” John asks and leaves his hand on Dean’s shoulder. Dean tries not to flinch at the warmth of his palm through his shirt.

“Not sure. I… I had this nightmare. Where Mom— Mom was gone, and you…” Dean starts, and trails off when he realizes how nonsensical his words must seem to this version of his father, oblivious to anything supernatural and soft around the edges from civilian life.

John raises a questioning eyebrow. His stubble is neatly trimmed and his hair soft with conditioner. He looks well-rested despite the slight wrinkles and eye bags. Dean immediately averts his gaze. It feels blasphemous, seeing this warm, happy version of his father after burning his corpse on a pyre.

“You been drinking, son?” John asks, and Dean squeezes his eyes shut.

“No. No, I’m just… forget it.” They sit in silence for a beat. Then John gets up and heads for the liquor cabinet. He pours them a glass of whiskey each and walks back to the couch.

“Here.” Dean awkwardly accepts the glass, a strange shiver running through him when their fingers brush. John sprawls back against the sofa with his own drink. They drink in amicable peace, avoiding each other’s eyes.

The whiskey is good. It’s smooth and heavy-bodied, definitely more expensive than the cheap stuff John bought out on the road, but not so overpriced to be a guilty purchase. Dean follows it down his throat. He focuses on the warmth of his drink and not the warmth of the man next to him.

He can’t stop staring at his father’s body. His lightly tan skin is smooth and free of scars. He has a faded USMC tattoo on his inner forearm. A slight beer belly pokes through the front of his wife beater, and a spattering of chest hair peaks up from the hemmed neck.

His nipples are peaked up underneath the soft cotton. They look perfectly hard and pebbled, like they’d fit perfectly between Dean’s teeth.

The thought makes the whiskey sneak back up Dean’s throat. He looks away quickly from his father’s chest. What the fuck was that?

“Whatever it is, Dean, you’ll figure it out. You’re more smart than you give yourself credit for.” John’s voice is softer now, protective. Dean doesn’t let himself look at him.

“You’ve always got your old man on your side. Don’t ever feel like you have to do anything alone.” The whiskey comes back up a second time. Good things don’t happen to Winchesters. Dean clenches his jaw to keep back an ill-timed tear, forcing himself to turn and look his father in his eyes.

“Thanks, Dad.” Dean doesn’t think he’s ever said thank you to his father in his life. Then again, he can’t remember him ever doing anything for him worth thanking.

John gives Dean a hearty pat on the back and puts down his empty glass. He gets up from the sofa. Dean looks down at his drink, listening to the distant patter of his father going up the stairs. Even his gait is unfamiliar. Slow, patient, void of any panic or anger.

Dean swirls the whiskey in his glass. He watches it slosh up the sides and thinks about the Djinn. He thinks about Sam and Carmen and softball and his mother’s sleep-scratchy voice singing him to sleep.

Dean thinks until it starts to hurt, then he throws back his drink and puts his glass down on a coaster. He spreads out on the sofa and listens to the silence of his childhood home ring loud.

Dean sleeps surprisingly well. He wakes up feeling well-rested and considerably less panicked than the night before.

Good things don’t happen to the Winchesters, but when was the world ever predictable? Wasn’t it about time that their bad luck changed? They deserved better. Sam deserved better. He deserved a normal life and a stable job and a girlfriend who isn’t burning up on the ceiling.

His father deserved better. He isn’t about to destroy all of this just because he’s too keyed up and anxious to trust a good thing. This isn’t just his wish, it’s his family’s too. Maybe good things do happen to the Winchesters. It’s nice to hope.

The sandwich Mary makes him for lunch is the best damn thing he’s ever eaten and Dean’s tried every gas station sandwich known to man. It’s perfectly layered, a tantalizing blend of honey mustard, cured meats and thick bread. Mary tells him to eat slowly so that he doesn’t choke. Dean moans incomprehensibly around a bite and she laughs, shaking her head fondly.

John is sitting at the other end of the table. He’s absentmindedly flicking through a copy of the Lawrence newspaper while wearing a pair of reading glasses. His coffee cup from this morning is sitting on the table. Milk and sugar. Suburbia really does change a man.

“Shouldn’t you be at work?” John flippantly asks, then turns a page. Dean looks up from his sandwich.

“Work?” He mutters, mouth full of bread and salami. Mary tuts from the kitchen.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, sweetie.” John turns a page and readjusts his glasses.

“You know, I spoke with Maggie the other day. Her car broke down again and she swears that you’re the only one who can fix it.” John’s smiling slightly, his teeth flashing white. “You ask me, she’s got the hots for you.”

Mary clicks her tongue and smacks John’s arm with her dish towel. She’s trying to frown, but her lips still quirk up slightly.

“John.”

“What? He’s a catch, I can’t be proud of him?” Mary huffs out a laugh and shakes her head. She goes back to the stove, stirring something or another, and John catches Dean’s eye over his newspaper. He gives him a cheeky wink.

Dean chokes on his sandwich. His cheeks are suddenly alarmingly red and he feels like he’s buzzing out of his skin.

“Eat slowly!” Mary calls again from the kitchen. Dean puts down his sandwich. John isn’t looking at him. He doesn’t seem shaken at all by the exchange, in fact, he’s smirking to himself about it like that’s a normal thing for fathers to joke about with their sons.

Dean blinks in confusion at his sandwich. Maybe it is normal. How the hell should he know? He isn’t exactly the poster child for a healthy father-son relationship.

“I’m going out for a beer.” John folds up his newspaper and places it on the table. He looks up at Dean. “You coming?”

Dean flails for a response. How is he supposed to tell his father that, yes, he does want to have a beer with him, but also that he’s still flustered by the strange almost flirty exchange they just had?

“Yeah.” He settles for instead, and John’s smile is worth the discomfort.

The beer is a perfectly icy bottle of El Sol, because everything here must be tailored exactly for Dean's preferences. Him and John sit in a comfortable silence as they drink. It’s strangely familiar. The moment reminds Dean of all those silent nights cleaning guns or racking salt shells while his father drank quietly in the corner.

God, his life really is crap. Or, was, he supposes.

John finishes his beer and sets it down on the porch. He stretches with a groan, his shirt rucking up his belly. Dean’s eyes automatically flit down to the flash of salt and pepper hair peeking up from his pants then scramble away in shame once he realizes what he’s doing.

“The uh— the lawn looks like it could use a mow.” He mutters. John gives him a disbelieving smirk. He raises an eyebrow.

“You want to mow the lawn?”

“Are you kidding? Hell yes.” John doesn’t seem entirely convinced but he shrugs and leans back on the porch.

“Knock yourself out.”

Dean does not know how to mow a lawn. That was the appeal of the whole thing at first but after struggling with the lawnmower for a minute with his father watching in silent amusement, he’s decided that the novelty of it is not worth the humiliation.

“You’re doing great!” John yells from the porch. He’s onto his second beer, his feet thrown up to enjoy the show. Dean sends a glower in his direction and his chest stutters when John laughs. It’s high, unrestrained and genuine.

“Christ, you’d think that you’d never mowed a lawn in your life.” John sets his half-finished beer on the steps and dusts off his hands before making his way over to Dean.

“Carmen really does spoil you, hmm?” Dean freezes when his father slides in behind him and straddles his lower back. He reaches around to grab the handle on the mower.

“Like this. Pull the string.” He yanks the pull cord and the lawnmower starts up with a deep growl. John doesn’t move away. He leans in closer, his chin resting on Dean’s shoulder, and Dean’s brain totally short circuits.

His father smells like beer and summer sweat. The heat from his body sinks into Dean. His soft belly pushes into his lower back and his arms curl around Dean to pull him back into his chest. They’re plastered together, John’s hips nestled into his ass.

“Uh… Dad?” Dean’s voice comes out strange and choked. John isn’t hard, but he isn’t exactly soft either. It’s not overtly sexual yet that only makes the whole thing weirder.

Dean’s entire body tenses up tight. Is this a thing that normal father’s do? It’s not like John is making any advances or acting like this is out of the ordinary. He’s simply holding Dean and nuzzling his beard into the soft skin of his neck.

Then again… all of this is Dean’s wish. Maybe somewhere, deep down, this is what he wants. What he needs. His father wrapped around him, smothering him in his warmth like a blanket.

“Yes?” John asks, voice gruff. Dean barely hears it over the motor of the lawnmower.

He takes a second to gather his thoughts, but he can’t come up with an argument. It’s not like John’s doing anything untoward. His lips push to Dean’s neck, not moving, just resting on his sweaty skin. Dean shivers.

“…Nothing.” It comes out a bit too breathy. Thankfully, the rumble of the motor is too loud for John to catch it. Dean leans back into his father’s body and shivers when John hums in approval. His strong arms move to wrap around his stomach.

“Dad.” This time, it’s definitely too breathy. Dean basically gasps the word. John laughs, low and deep, and he gives Dean a pat on the side before backing up.

“Finish up here, I’m heading back in.” Dean watches him go, flustered and confused and more than a little hard.

“Okay?” He mutters, and John winks. Again.

The front door shuts, and Dean forces himself to shift his attention to the lawn. He fumbles through it and manages to get the lawn looking somewhat decent by the time Sam pulls into the curb.

Jess gives Dean the same confused look that Mary did when he hugged her. He starts up an awkward conversation with Sam, who’s standing there in the most hideous combination of expensive clothes that Dean has ever seen. Seriously, a sports jacket over a button up? He looks like the king of preps.

“So, I see you started off Dad’s birthday with a bang, as usual.” Sam huffs and points to the bottle in Dean’s hand. Dean brings it up to eye level and squints.

“W-wait, Dad’s birthday— that’s today?” Another huff. Dean glares at him out of the corner of his eye.

“Yeah Dean… that’s why we’re here.” Then Mary comes out to greet them, and Sam completely tunes him out. Dick.

“It’s good seeing you boys get along.” John whispers into Dean’s ear and Dean jumps at how close he is. He whips around to see him glancing over Dean’s shoulder. When did he get there?

“Yeah, it’s nice.” Dean mutters, watching Sam greet their mother with a hug and kiss to the cheek. Ugh.

“California did something strange to that boy.” John mutters slyly, and it makes Dean feel a little better that he’s not the only one put off by Sam’s demeanour. It’s not what Dean pictured when he imagined “normal”.

Then John’s hand sneaks around Dean’s waist, thumb rubbing right above his waistband, and Dean is reminded that his understanding of normal is apparently way off from reality. And if he gets a bit chubbed up from the touch, then he can pass it off as him adjusting to this new normal.

Apparently, it’s Winchester tradition to go fishing every year on John’s birthday. It’s an inexplicably surreal and bizarre day for Dean. John goes the whole mile; bucket hat, board shorts, fancy propellor boat and carbon-steel fishing rod. His lure box even has a Bass Pro Shops sticker on it.

Dean doesn’t remember ever going fishing in his life. He’s always loved the idea of it, the serenity of being out on the lake with a cooler full of beer, but there isn’t exactly much time for them to fish between burning bones and finding yellow eyes. There are very few things that take priority over the hunt. Now that Dean’s given it a try, he kind of regrets not doing it sooner.

Sam is terrible at fishing. This is supposedly well-known, because John pokes Dean in the side every time Sam loses a fish, in a ‘get a load of this guy’ motion. Eventually, Sam throws his rod aside and storms off to Jess. They have a brief, heated conversation, before Jess kisses him on the cheek and he settles at the other end of the boat with a huff.

Dean turns out to be pretty good at fishing. It’s a lot like hunting without the life-or-death pressure. Setting out the bait, waiting for a bite, then reading what’s on the other end to get a grasp on how to reel. Still, it takes one or two chances before he gets the hang of it.

John hands him a consolation beer when he loses his first fish. ‘I never get the first one either. Slippery bastards.’ When Dean does manage to reel one in, he earns a hearty pat on the back and an attaboy. Afterwards, he finds himself unconsciously leaning into his father. John doesn’t move away when their shoulders brush.

They set off on the little sailboat at quarter to two and come back right as the sun starts to set. John steers them to shore. Dean leans back on the deck next to Carmen and watches the splash of colour spreading across the sky. He sighs loudly, content.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you so happy in a long time.” Carmen whispers. Dean is laying on her lap and she’s absentmindedly running her thumb over his shoulder. Dean smiles and opens his eyes. Her soft features look beautiful in the shadow of the setting sun.

“It’s a good look on you.” She leans down to kiss him. Dean pecks her back and grabs her hand. Their fingers loop together.

They hold hands the whole way back to shore.

Sam’s engagement announcement during dinner is met with hugs and teary congratulations. Dean picks at whatever horrific asparagus abomination is on his plate and wordlessly thanks Carmen when she slips him a pack of jerky under the table.

Between the six of them, they manage to finish off two bottles of wine and get pleasantly buzzed by the end of the night. Dean’s face pales when he sees the bill but John doesn’t hesitate before throwing a few hundreds out onto the table.

They split into two cars on the way back. John drives with Dean and Carmen in the backseat of his SUV. Carmen dozes off onto Dean’s shoulder halfway through, a safe, comfortable weight pressed to his side. Dean chews on a strip of the jerky she gave him at the restaurant. He avoids his father’s eyes in the rear view mirror every time they dart to stare at his mouth.

When they get back home, Dean lays Carmen to bed and comes back down for a glass of water. He finds John sitting on the sofa, watching a rerun of a nondescript ball game.

John looks over his shoulder at Dean. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes half-lidded, and there’s a glass of whiskey in his hand.

He gives Dean a cheeky little smile. He looks so warm, wine-drunk and soft under the glare of the TV. Dean stiffly walks over to the sofa and pours himself a glass from the decanter on the coffee table.

“Where’s Sam?” Dean asks, settling next to John on the sofa. John lazily gestures towards the stairs.

“He turned in for the night with Jess. You know he gets handsy after a drink or two.” Dean startles when John’s palm comes down to rest on his thigh. It squeezes at the junction of his thigh and crotch, dangerously close to his dick. John’s laugh is more of a growl.

“Guess it runs in the family.” The humor in his tone is overshadowed by the liquor. Dean is frozen solid. His thoughts are running a mile a minute, a blurry mess of excuses and explanations and denials.

John’s hand slides up towards his crotch. For one long, terrifying second, Dean is sure that he’s about to slip it between his legs, but it drags past his hip to rest on his quivering belly. His fingers dip under the edge of Dean’s shirt to pet at his happy trail.

“I’m real proud of you, you know that, Dean?” John is so close that his breath washes across Dean’s lips. An involuntary noise escapes Dean’s throat before he can choke it back. He’s never heard his father say that to him in his life.

“Sam too, of course, but you… you make all of this,” he gestures around vaguely, “worth it.”

“All of what?” Dean asks, breathless and strained. John smiles softly.

“You know, life. I wake up every day and ask myself what it’s for, then I see you and I understand.” His hand drags up under Dean’s shirt over his washboard abs. Calloused fingertips skim the peaks of his nipples.

“You’ve done well for yourself, Dean. You have a job, a house, a lovely girlfriend, and most importantly… you’re happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you. For you to build a life for yourself.”

Then John dips closer, and Dean whimpers. Fucking whimpers. It’s embarrassing as hell. He grabs John’s arm reflexively and shivers at how big he is. He’s never been on the receiving end of that. Usually, it’s something with fangs or claws.

“Still, I miss you, kiddo.” John wet lips brush against Dean’s pulse as he talks. His rough fingers toy at his nipple. Dean grabs him tighter and his jaw drops open. He should be pushing him away. Why isn’t he pushing him away?

“Seeing you today… that was the best birthday gift of all.” John’s palm suddenly drops down between his legs. It rubs up against Dean’s very hard dick and his hips automatically grind forward into the friction. John hums in approval.

“Dad?” Dean pants, far shakier than he intended for it to sound. John nibbles at the shell of his ear. His lips trail down to Dean’s pulse point.

“And I think I know how to make this birthday even better.” He whispers, then he sucks a hickey into Dean’s throat. Dean gasps.

“Dad—” And that time, it’s more of a moan than a question.

John spends some time nibbling and sucking at Dean’s skin to darken the bruise. It gives Dean some much needed time to process all of this, even if most of it is a hazy blur of confused arousal and shame. John’s fingers start working at the button of Dean’s jeans.

“Come on, baby. Lay back and let me show you how proud I am of you.” The pet name is what finally breaks Dean out of his stupor. John unzips his jeans.

“Dad, wait.” His fingertips skim over Dean’s hard cock and it’s like fucking lightning in his veins. He scrambles back against the sofa.

“Wait— stop!” John immediately pulls back. He gives Dean a worried look.

“What’s wrong?” Dean wipes his hand over his face to hide his furious blush.

“Nothing. I just… need a second.” The ceiling is hazy. The edges of his vision swim. He hears his father sigh.

“Okay, sport.” Dean squeezes his eyes shut and ignores the uncomfortable twitch his dick gives at that name.

The worst part of this isn’t even the incest. It’s how hard he is right now. If this wish world is truly a product of Dean’s subconscious, he must be one sick motherfucker, because this is leagues better than anything that he could have dreamed up.

It isn’t all that surprising, really. Sure, it's so goddamn humiliating that he will never live down, but Dean Winchester having daddy issues? That isn’t exactly news. Even Dean can admit that he’s had some weird dreams once or twice, but dreams are one thing. This? This is beyond depraved.

“What’s wrong?” Dean eases open his eyelids. John is hanging over him with concern in his eyes.

He doesn’t say anything as Dean slowly sits up. He looks so nervous, so apologetic that Dean’s shame dulls out to confusion.

Does he really want to do this? Dean takes in his Dad’s salt and pepper beard, his middle-aged body and the gentle wrinkles around his eyes. John’s chubbed up dick is heavy in his slacks. He’s staring at Dean with raw hunger in his eyes.

Dean shivers. God, yes. He doesn’t think he’s ever wanted anything else in his life so bad.

“Nothing.” He mutters. He pushes up onto his knees and moves to the other side of the sofa.

Then Dean kisses his Dad.

It’s good. Really good. Rough and wet and perfect. John leads the pace with a bruising grip on Dean’s jaw, sucking his tongue and grunting into his mouth. It’d be disgusting if it wasn’t so hot. Dean’s hands scramble up to grab his father’s collar and he whines into his mouth, lapping up the taste of whiskey on his teeth. He can feel the rough bite of his father’s stubble on his chin, turning his skin a bright red. He leans into it, moaning louder. It feels like coming home.

“Baby…” John says again, that damn nickname, and Dean melts in his arms. He lets John lay him back against the arm of the sofa. He sucks on Dean’s tongue one last time, then, all at once, he shoves his hand inside Dean’s boxers.

Dean makes a disproportionately loud noise and his heart stops. John drifts his knuckles over a vein on the side of his dick, forcing him to bite his lip bloody to keep back a moan.

“What if they hear?” Dean hisses. John laughs and keeps teasing his dick.

“You care about that now?”

“But— Carmen—”

“I can’t help that she’s a lightweight. If she wanted in, she should’ve laid off the pinot noir.” Dean’s mouth falls open. Partially from the insinuation that his girlfriend is somehow in on this, and partially from the way that John is thumbing at the tip of his dick. He’s starting to drip now and it’s making everything sinfully slick.

“You’re my present, Dean. Today is all about me and you. I don’t want anyone else interrupting.” That sends an unexpected jolt of excitement up Dean’s stomach. His foreskin slides back in John’s grip and John’s thumb rubs at the bead of precum dripping from his slit.

“Okay?” Dean gasps, and it’s more of a question than a statement. John laughs again, gruff and deep.

“Lay back.” Dean lays back onto the arm of the sofa. The motion grinds his dick up into his jeans and the sensitive tip drags across the denim. Dean’s entire body jolts up but John pushes his hip down. He tugs on his belt loop.

“Turn over.” Dean, ever obedient, does so without any questions. After he’s on his stomach, though, he suddenly feels uncomfortably exposed.

“What are you–” John spreads his asscheeks and spits. It lands haphazardly on top of Dean’s hole, and he clenches up with a jolt.

“Shh, I know what you like, darling. Just let me take care of you.” Dean forces himself to relax. His heart is beating a mile a minute and his throat is choked up with shame but he can’t pretend that this isn’t making him rock hard. He pushes his ass back into his Dad’s hands. The knowledge that it’s John back there, groping him with those massive hands and groaning at the sight of his fluttering hole? That does things to Dean that he wouldn’t admit to under the worst of torture.

John plays with his cheeks for a bit. He kneads them, skirting his thumbs over the edges of Dean’s asshole. Then, without any preamble, he leans down and licks a stripe from Dean’s balls up to his sweaty hole.

“Dad! Holy fuck–” Dean moans out, then shoves his face into the crook of his elbow to muffle his noises. John’s elbows are balanced on either side of Dean’s thighs on the sofa. His tongue is rasping over Dean’s puckered hole, the tip teasing at the opening and trying to slide inside.

The rough prickle of John’s beard between Dean’s cheeks has him grunting out in surprise. It’s not entirely bad. Actually, it feels surprisingly good, the tingle of pain along with the insistent pressure of his Dad’s tongue massaging his hole. Dean pushes back into the mixture of sensations.

John growls as he buries his face deeper into his ass, his hand coming up to hold back one cheek. He eats Dean out like a fucking animal, using his grip on his ass to yank him back onto his tongue and make out with his hole like he’s being paid for it.

“You taste fucking amazing.” The buzz of his voice against Dean’s bare skin has him bending back. Dean really doubts that he tastes good at all considering how sweaty he’s gotten since he showered this morning, but John seems to think differently. He gets both hands on his ass and lifts him up so he can shove his face deeper.

The drool he’s spilling is dripping down his chin and Dean’s ass, down his balls in thick streaks. John’s slick lips latch onto Dean’s hole and suck. Dean makes a humiliating, keening noise at the back of his throat and bucks back onto his mouth.

“Dad! Please, Dad, please–” John sucks again at the sensitive skin and Dean breaks down into a mess of whimpers. Fuck. He didn’t think he’d like this so much.

“Please what, baby boy?” John’s voice is sly and cheeky. His thumb dips between his cheeks to rub at his soft asshole, slick with spit, and Dean forces himself to focus.

“Please. I… I think I–” ‘I think I’m going to cum,’ Dean is about to say, because his dick is dripping like a facet down his leg, but John interrupts him.

“If you can still think after I’m done with you, then I haven’t done my job.” He takes that moment to spread Dean’s cheeks as far as they go and start wiggling his tongue into his ass.

By the time he manages to get the tip inside, Dean is a sweating, panting mess against the sofa. His mouth is hanging open and his arms are slick with drool. His eyes might be crossing a little bit. John uses the spit pooling at his crack to slick up his finger. He slowly works one in along with his tongue, quirking it until he brushes something that makes Dean jolt.

“Oh– oh!” It’s good. It’s too good. John keeps hitting that perfect spot inside of him and spewing filth and it’s rewiring something crucial in Dean’s brain because he has never been this turned on in his life. Dean doesn’t think he can cum hands-free, but If John so much as brushed Dean’s dick right now, he’d go off like a shot.

“Come on, Darling, show Daddy how good it feels.” Fireworks shoot off in Dean’s brain. His vision spins dangerously. Something awful in his chest that never should have seen the light of day explodes and fills every part of his body.

“Yes yes yes!” Dean might be screaming. He doesn’t know, and he frankly doesn’t care. John slides his tongue out of his hole and slips a second finger in to pummel that spot.

“There you go, just let go.” John mutters into his asscheek. Dean is convinced that he can’t cum just from this, but the feeling building in his stomach is indescribable. It’s almost painful how violent it is.

John kisses a freckle on Dean’s asscheek. He laps at it with his tongue, then gets his teeth around the peachy flesh and bites. Hard. Dean seizes up on the sofa.

“I c-can’t, Dad– Daddy! Daddy!” Dean’s brain to mouth filter is one hundred percent offline when he moans those words. He can vaguely recognize that it’s possibly the most humiliating thing he’s ever said, but he really can’t give a fuck. He’s in the middle of the best damn orgasm of his life and it just won’t end.

“Always so full.” Dean hears John mutter over the haze of another orgasmic pulse. Soft lips wrap around his balls to suck and massage them with a tongue, and Dean lets out another unintelligible garble. It’s warm and slippery and the perfect amount of pressure. He bites down harder on his forearm to suppress his grunts, riding John’s mouth and fingers as he hits the tail end of his orgasm.

John gives Dean a few seconds to recuperate. He flips him over and lets Dean cling to his shoulders as he comes down from the high. A few seconds before Dean can doze off, he reaches down and nudges his thighs open.

“Legs up, Sweetheart.”

Dean hooks his arms around his legs and lazily pulls them up to his chest. John’s full weight crushes his front and he pushes up into the grip, just to feel the broad edges of his father’s chest and shoulders when he bears down harder on him. John smiles against his neck.

“You like how big I am, baby?” A shiver runs up Dean’s back. He sighs and nods.

“Yeah, Daddy.” It sounds ridiculous in Dean’s deep voice but he’s too far past the point of humiliation to care. He wraps himself around his father in a koala grip, nails digging between his shoulder blades. The muscles of John’s upper back flex under his palms. His skin is slick with sweat.

Dean buries his face into John’s throat and just lays there for a second. Taking it in. The heavy weight of his father’s chest pushing him into the cushions, the slight brush of hair on his chest, the fevered pants clouding up their shared air.

“I got you, okay? Just lay back. I got you.” John whispers into the crook of Dean’s neck. To Dean, it translates as an order. He burrows deeper into John’s chest and pushes all his reservations out of his mind, leaving space for nothing but his father, surrounding him completely.

John wipes his hand over the mess of cum on Dean’s stomach and uses it to slick up his dick. Dean is already blissed out from his orgasm. His breath catches when John’s cock nudges up against his hole, sloppy and spit-slick but still tight. John teases the opening with his tip.

“I’m big here too, hmm?” He hums. Dean distantly registers that the porn-worthy bad acting is probably also part of this wish, and that he needs to stop watching bad erotica because it’s melting his brain. He does really want that dick in him though. And it’s not like the dirty talk isn’t working for him.

Well… when in Rome.

“So thick.” Dean moans back, only cringing slightly at the high pitch of his voice. It was definitely the right choice because John’s eyes pool up with lust and he rolls his hips to shove his dick into Dean. The tip pops into him and Dean gasps for air.

He’s never done this before. He doesn’t know why everyone assumes he has. Dean isn’t gay. He’s just… a little fucked up.

It’s a lot. Dean’s head rolls back against the headrest. His eyes are rolling back into his skull. John braces his body weight on his shoulders and bucks his hips up. It shoves more of his dick past the resistance of Dean’s hole. Dean bites his lip and tries to relax.

“It’s all for you, darling. Every inch of it.” As promised, another inch slides inside. Dean nuzzles up into John’s rough cheeks like a cat. He’s so cock-drunk, drooling all over the sofa and his chest.

“Dad—” The sentence is cut off by a gasp when John bears down on Dean and shoves the rest of his dick inside. His hips slap against Dean’s ass with a loud smack.

“Dad!” Dean can feel his dick all the way up in his fucking throat. John bends him in half and puts their foreheads together. He licks his lips as he slowly grinds his hips down. The thick head of his dick keeps rubbing at Dean’s prostate, glancing over it with each grind like a bone deep massage. Dean cries out in pain-ecstasy.

Everything after is a mess of messy thrusts and breathless moans. Dean shoves his face into John’s throat and lets go. He lets himself sink into the pleasure, thighs trembling as he’s drilled into the sofa, and all that’s left is the satisfaction of being filled completely and the warmth of his father’s body so close that they share the same air.

In some roundabout way, this is everything he’s ever wanted.

By the end, they’re both sweaty, panting messes. John’s breakneck pace has slowed down to a leisurely hump, dick barely pulling back from Dean’s sore hole before grinding back in. Dean can feel another orgasm building at the pit of his stomach.

“I love you, baby.” John mumbles that right before he cums. He stares into Dean’s eyes the whole time, his breathing stuttering with every wave, and it’s too much for Dean. He death-grips the sofa back and spills across his belly.

“Love you too, Daddy.” John fucks him through it. He rubs up against Dean’s prostate until he wrings out the last of his orgasm, his thin, watery cum pooling at his belly button. The last few spasms are completely dry but they’re still incredible. It feels like it goes on forever.

A few minutes later, John pulls out of his ass with a hiss. Dribbles of cum drip down Dean’s crack and onto the sofa. Suddenly, he’s full again, and Dean whimpers. He grinds back down into the hand, slowly realizing that it’s John, stuffing the cum back into him.

“Keep it in.” John growls. Dean shivers.

Laying in John’s arms is the most soothing thing in the world. Dean snuggles into his chest and lets him pull him closer to his chest. They’re cuddling. It’s as strange as it is amazing.

John’s soft belly and chest are a perfect cushion for Dean’s body, all hard edges and fear. He burrows deeper into his neck and lavishes in the smell of his father, thick, rich and sweaty. John places soft little kisses across his temple.

“God, I’m never going to get over you.” He mutters. There’s genuine love in his voice, a deep, terrifying kind of need that makes Dean shiver. He closes his eyes and dozes off on his father’s chest.

The Djinn, Sam, Yellow Eyes, none of that matters right now. It might never matter again. As long as John is happy, Dean is too.

“My pretty boy.” That’s the last thing that Dean hears John say before he drifts off into half-sleep. He can feel John stroking his pink cheeks, and he realizes that he might be absolutely smitten with this man. When Dean smiles faintly in his sleep, John strokes his lips too. Dean can’t help but smile wider.

Maybe good things do happen to Winchesters.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Cursed or Not

Not Natural ✨ The Devil's Trap ✨ Holy Water ✨ The Demon's Altar ✨ Midnight Meeting ✨ The Hunter's Trap ✨ Sharp Secrets and Bloody Blades ✨ A Hunter's Beast Tamed ✨ No Chick Flick Moments ✨ Witches, Bitches, and Beasts

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: SPN inspired, ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), demon Kells, hunter Dom, stripping, magic, desperation, panty gagging, cunnilingus, rough sex, aggressive sex (seriously guys- ouch!), spanking, bruising, biting, insults, threats, Kells is FILTHY, naughty boys, I can not stress enough this is pure smut with a tad fluff if you squint, body worship, so much teasing, heavy d/s undertones, rough hand job, nipple play, unnatural speed, terrible Pollock reference, nervous boys, boys not so secretly in love ⚰️ rating: explicit af

One snap and Dom's shirt was gone. The cool air hit his overheated skin and he whimpered. He was almost tempted to crawl away as the other man came closer, stalking up the bed like some jungle cat. A second snap and his shoes and socks vanished. A tap to his ankle and his pants were gone. Kells pushed up on his knees and toed off his own Converse, his palms rubbing down his inked chest before he played with the button of his black pants. The Hunter's breath was coming faster and faster and the thin cloth between his legs was so drenched in slick he thought they might be ruined.

"Gonna dirty dance for me?" He tried to joke but he almost wanted to beg the universe that he wouldn't. He'd basically just realized he truly had ovaries and if Keliphos moved like that just for him he was positive they'd explode.

Kells bit the inside of his cheek not to cackle at his omega's thoughts but it was a hard one to swallow and then it hit him he was trying not to hide anything anymore. "I promise if that happens I'll heal you."

"I bloody well knew it!" Dom huffed, but he wanted to reward his lover for his honesty. Instead of waiting for Kells to magic his boxers away he pushed them down himself, wriggling free of them before he tossed them at his face. Kells growled low, catching the fabric between his teeth and sucking at the mess. He got so distracted by the perfect flavor of his boy that he jumped when Dom started helping him out of his jeans. The human was fast and fumbling but the eagerness drove the devil wild.

"Yeah yeah." He slurred around his mouthful and Dom huffed before tugging his boxers free.

"If you want a taste you can 'ave one, but get naked for me?" He barely got the words out before fingers were gripping his thighs and tugging until he fell flat on the bed. A soft 'oof' escaped him as his spine hit the mattress but he felt enraptured as he watched his man finish undressing. The monster's dick was so red and it looked achingly hard as it hung heavy between his lithe strong legs. The beast was coming for him again but something inside him had him rolling over and pulling his legs up under his belly until his ass was up in the air.

"Oh holy fucking shit fuck- what are you doing?" Kells growled so low his throat hurt. Maybe it wasn't completely healed from before. He dropped himself closer to the bed until he was eye level with his boy's beautiful pink drenched holes. "Do you even know?" He wondered, inching closer. Dom's scent was so fucking thick he was surprised there weren't visible whisps of it drawing him in like some old cartoon. It certainly felt like it was grabbing him by the balls. Dom's thighs spread open until his cockhead was kissing the mattress. He was so hard his foreskin was rolled back and he was leaking a puddle of precum on the ratty sheets. Snap- the fabric underneath them was soft. Egyptian cotton. Black. Of course. "I want to see the stains you leave."

"Oh fuck-" The boy groaned, resting his cheek against the pillow under him and biting it gently. "Keliphos, please?" A hand came down on his ass so hard he cried out, his hips rolling as if he were already getting fucked.

Kells choked on nothing at the sound of his name on his bitch's pillow perfect lips. It didn't sound like the curse it was coming from him. It was supposed to mean a hollow and empty shell but from Dom it sounded like he was something special to be filled with love. Or… whatever the human wanted to put into him. He crawled closer, fitting himself between Dom's long slender feet and he pressed a kiss to his bright red cheek. When his lover shivered he scraped his teeth over the pulsing skin and let his mouth search out his elixir of life dripping between quivering folds. He flattened his tongue and swiped slowly from balls to tailbone and the boy melted into the bed like liquid gold. He was certainly precious.

"Wha' am I doing?" Dom asked. He couldn't help but be curious even when his brain was melting out of his skull. His fingers gripped at the sheet and twisted, he was trying not to reach back and drag the wanker up and inside him. It didn't go very well when he tried to help before. "Don't make me- like- like 'is yet please? You too close." He whimpered softly. He didn't want to admit it out loud but he knew the devil was listening. He wasn't used to all of this yet and he knew he'd be embarrassed to orgasm directly in his face.

"Shut the fuck up. You kidding me? I'd love to make you squirt for me. Shower me in it. Fucking drown me in it babe. Wanna feel you go wild."

"Kells oh me God no, fuck- Tha' word?" The boy full body flushed and giggled nervously against the pillow. The beast could feel the truth in his body though, his pussy dripped honesty like honey for what turned him on. Got him hot and desperate and aching.

"Such a good bitch presenting for me. I get it, you'd rather squirt on my dick, yeah?" His voice was barely more than a rasp, his cock in question was pounding. They both knew he was giving Dom an out but at the same time he wasn't sure he could wait that long to hollow out his space inside him again.

"Presents?"

Kells snorted and unglamorously choked on his boy's slick but Dom was so worked up he didn't care. His fingers groped rough at the human's thighs and he shoved his tongue as deeply inside his core as he could before pulling back. "No but… if you want. Presenting-" He reiterated as he crawled up over his omega and pressed himself chest to spine. He tangled one hand in Dom's hair and tugged gently. "-is how you're sticking that pretty ass and tight little cunt out for me like a special treat. The way you're curled up and offering me all the power." He purred, licking a stripe across the kid's shoulder, up his neck, and over his jaw. Dom shuddered and whined so sweet, grinding his ass back. He was definitely searching out Keliphos but the demon took a moment to breathe him in.

"Please?" Dom was trying, he wanted to open up to things he hadn't been able to do before. He had trouble begging, he found it impossible to give up his power or be sweet, this was all new for him but Kells had lowered his walls for him so it was only fair. "Wanna-" He slurred, hiding his face against the pillow though he knew his cheeks were as pink as his ass when he whimpered out- "Wanna squirt on ya cock."

The noise that left the demon's chest was primal but that was probably the kid's point. "Yeah you do." His voice was gravel but he got it almost working as he curled a palm around his dick and started pressing inside his lover. His crown caught against the Hunter's hole when he thrust too soon and slipped up, grinding against Dom's ass hard enough he almost dipped inside. They both froze, shuddering together, but the kid wiggled as if he wasn't sure whether to buck back or pull away. "Fuck- soon but not yet." The devil tried to soothe as he angled his dick down.

Dom nodded fast, a puddle of drool, sweat, and probably even tears wiping across his face. "Wha'ever ya say. Need yas!" He whined, trying to abandon all reticence. There was a heat in his belly and a need burning through his veins that couldn't be quenched until he felt full again. He just knew it.

Keliphos groaned, he could already feel his omega's thoughts quieting and he couldn't wait to feel him blissed out again. He gripped the base of his cock tighter and stroked up until he was teasing the head of himself through his lover's folds. With every tease the boy tried to slur out a beg but he kept playing. Maybe he was scared to lose parts of himself inside the first true warmth he ever felt welcomed inside. Especially after tearing himself open for the kid. "So fucking wet-" His voice dropped somehow lower and his partner answered by trying to fuck back. "Bad boys don't get treats."

"Bad demons get surprise 'oly water blowjobs. Fuck me already." Dom didn't mean to get bratty but it was hard not to. He wasn't used to giving up his control.

"Mmm, kinky bitch. See that's where you seem confused…" He trailed off, holding himself tight to feed just the tip of himself inside the boy before he pulled back out. He relished every broken noise his punk cried. "I'm into that shit."

Dom would have rolled his eyes but he was too lost already. His skull felt like cotton and his brain a sparkling soft mess. He wanted to say he'd file that away for future reference but instead he just mumbled another beg and tried to bounce on his beast's dick. A thought struck him and he knew it was a gamble but if it worked it would be so bloody worth it.

Kells felt his boy working up to something, his jelly-like mind was circling one word but he knew he wouldn't say it. All of this was far too new. Instead of waiting to see what might slip out of his mouth he went back to his game, pushing in until his mushroom tip caught and just to make his bitch blush he circled himself until they squelched.

"Keliphos!" The Hunter flushed even hotter, his palm slapping down on the bed. He could hear the creature chuckle and it caressed over his skin like silk.

"Just wait until I-" He growled low, pulling himself free of Dom's core but he kept the head of himself pressed hard against the kid's skin as he traced precum up over his asshole. "-fuck all of you sloppy open. You'll make such pretty noises for me." He vowed but he didn't know how much more he could tease before he broke too. The omega felt too good not to be buried deep. Always.

Dom waited until his devil was back against his pussy before he uttered one simple word- "Alpha?"

The nephalem's hips jerked rough, his cock breaching the boy's core and hitting home in one quick thrust. The vise-like squeeze was so intense he cursed from the pressure. Dom cried out, his body convulsing like a stripped live wire. The pain was overwhelming but in the most delicious way. He could feel his inner walls pulsing, his guts trying to fit the monster inside. He was quite sure his insides were bruised up. It shouldn't be so hot but the thought of being marked up from the inside out by his devil was intoxicating.

"Dangerous game." Kells snarled, setting his teeth against the kid's pale freckled shoulder. "So fucking human. Can feel your heart in your cunt." He slurred against hot skin and Dom whimpered below him.

"Alpha please?" He wasn't ready for the slap against his hips or the monster strength grip that followed. He tried to take a breath but he couldn't prepare for the way the devil's rock hard cock felt when he slid back and pounded him deep. Nails dug into his skin, blood dripped softly down his trembling thighs to get lost in the black sheets. They bathed in crimson already- Kells wanted to turn the darkness white.

"Say it-" The nephalem grunted between stuttered rough thrusts. Maybe neither of them were ready but fuck- it felt amazing. Perhaps he was an angel because he was certain he was seeing heaven. He sat up enough he could kneel behind the boy and watch where they were joined. The sight of his straining red shaft being swallowed by shiny sweet pink had him shaking. The Hunter's pussy matched his mouth and he couldn't wait to see himself there too.

Dom felt his ass jiggle with every sharp snap of his lover's hips. He knew he was drenched wet and leaking fresh with every move. He felt both wild and calmer than he'd ever been. He felt something he never had before- safe. "Alpha?" He wasn't used to following orders but that was a favor he could grant. Every time he whined it he could feel the devil's dick jerk inside him. The beast was close already and Dom wanted every drop of his spend.

Kells slid his hand under the boy, his fingers teasing against Dom's cock and balls. He wasn't gentle, he couldn't be, but he was closer than he wanted to be and he needed his lover on the same edge. "Again." He demanded, his voice as deep as his shaft. He could already feel his knot threatening to pop, half full and forcing its way inside.

Dom clawed at the sheets, he was overstimulated to the point of too much- just there. It wasn't pain but it was dancing close. He was surprised how much he trusted his man to take him there and keep him safe. "A-al-alphaaa-" He whined long and loud.

Every time the punk called him that it pushed him even closer. He could feel his lover's mind quiet in the rush of hormones drowning them both. It wasn't like either of them could hear themselves think over the noises their bodies made echoing off the walls. "A-a- fuck!" Kells cursed when he tried to ask for it again but he couldn't get anything out besides that. Curses were easy, praise was hard.

Dom felt the devil's palm slide back up his body. His cock fell sloppy wet against the sheet to mess it more. He felt filthy as his partner flattened his hand against his chest and pulled him up until he was sitting in his lap, impaled somehow deeper. He tried to find traction against the mattress to help but Keliphos gripped under his thighs and lifted him like he was nothing. He moved so fast the room became a blur around them and he couldn't tell one thrust from another. His voice wouldn't work past his grunts and cries so instead he thought the title as loudly as he could and he turned his face up to his monster and mouthed wet kisses along his skin.

Kells felt the bite on in his neck and he jerked hard, slamming the boy on his cock. He felt himself filling fuller by the second, his balls tight, his need right on the brink. He stared over Dom's shoulder and watched his dick bounce, droplets of precum making the bed a Jackson Pollock of pleasure. The human panted and suckled loudly in his ear but he finally pushed one more word out. "Cum."

The omega's soul felt the command and he had to unlatch to scream. His rapture rushed through him like a shotgun blast- hard, fast, and incredibly messy. He knew he was doing exactly as his man wanted, his pussy clenching tight as he flooded the bed. He tried to hold on but they were covered in sweat and he couldn't find a spot to grip. The demon kept him off kilter, completely owned.

Kells watched rapt as the human came alive and their minds were so entangled he felt the rush of hormones as if they were his own. Cumming always felt good but it was different for a human and his own mind got lost inside the boy's. Distantly he felt his knot catch, locking him inside his bitch as his tip twitched the first load inside his womb. He could barely focus as his thoughts were drowned out by chemicals he'd never felt before.

They moved through their pleasure, the push-pull-grind of their bodies following their desire but everything inside felt bright. Light. They were locked together in more ways than one and if Dom listened he was almost positive the devil was crying.

They fell forward, Kells driving himself deeper as he wrapped the kid tight in his hold. Their hips rolled, wringing out every drop they could spill together until Dom's belly was swollen with it. The human turned his face, panting and gasping for breath but they held each other through it. Both were thankful they couldn't really speak, oxytocin might have them whispering sweet nothings that meant everything.

Keliphos wasn't sure how long they laid like that but eventually he turned them on their sides to let the boy breathe. Sweat and cum was drying on their skin and sticking them together. He was slowly coming down from the rush but something felt altered inside him. He couldn't feel emotions like people could but now he couldn't make them go away.

"You good Kells?" Dom sighed, keeping his head down. He pulled his lover's hand up to play softly with his fingers though. It was a way to let him know he was there without overwhelming him he hoped.

"I don't know." It was muffled and almost childlike, whispered against wet freckled skin and it made the Hunter's heart skip a beat.

"Tha's alright. I dunno neiver."

The devil cleared his throat and tried to shake it off. There were cobwebs of emotion stuck on the walls of his mind though and he couldn't help but ask- "Are we okay?"

"Wha' ya mean?" The boy asked softly, looking over his shoulder to try and make eye contact.

Keliphos tightened his hold around the kid's chest, his fingers absent-mindedly teasing over his petal pink nipples. He tried to let the subtle clench around his cock from his play distract him, his omega was sensitive and beautifully reactive. "All I said. That I'm not… I'm not made right." He shrugged.

Dom took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh, he wanted to pull off and turn around but there was no possible way. His alpha's knot was keeping him plugged full but even a mild tug would hurt them both. "I'd raver 'ave you Keliphos. Cursed or not. It ain't like tha' was summat I ever fhought about." He lied. He was sure the beast knew he was but the first part was true and he hoped that was enough. "Besides, 'unters don't need families. I jus' need you."

The nephalem felt the ache in his chest lessen and he nodded as he held the boy closer. They weren't cuddling- of course not. They just had to lay that way because of his knot. Part of him hated that he'd gone so soft after such an intense fuck but his lover didn't seem upset. "You never know. It works for some of them." He hummed, it wasn't like he thought the kid would always want to be with him. Forever was different for a devil, he didn't want to try and tie his lover down more than his dick was. He just needed to make the voice in his head shut up that really wanted to keep him and join them forever. It was fine. It was just the fuzzy chemicals.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

Another post too soon, maybe I can let myself rest tomorrow. I hope you enjoyed it and it was worth the smutty cliffhanger yesterday! How is Kells feeling Dom's chemicals? Why is he so scared of being with him even after opening up? What will they do next? Keep reading to find out! 🖤⚰️

[ohtobeleah]

Was this the first reveal that Amilia has a hangman tattoo? If not is there a scene you’ve already written where Jake sees it for the first time because it’s missing from my life! The possessiveness would be of the charts.

I feel like Amilia would have been under the influence when she got her H_ngm_n tattoo. I also firmly believe Rooster would have been involved to a certain degree. He wouldn’t have done much to talk her out of the decision once it was made. He kinda just wanted to see if she had enough balls to actually get his ‘Brother In-laws’ Callsign tattooed on her body.

“You won’t—“

“Like fuck I won’t.” Amilia just scoffs as she heads out of the Hard Deck. Bradley Bradshaw is hot on her tail and her designated driver of the evening. “Where’s the nearest tattoo shop?”

“Fanboys Spare bedroom.” Bradley never should have mentioned it, but the lightbulb only glows brighter atop Amilia Fishers intoxicated noggin. She beams up at the moustache having aviator she’d grown closer with over the last few months.

“Perfect! Call Fanboy and tell him I’ll shout his beer for the next week if he tattoos me tonight.”

“You aren’t serious are you?” Suddenly Bradley has his hands on his hips and a stern dad tone evident in his voice. Amilia just laughs almost childlike in her current care free state.

“Mate I’m deadset serious.”

Next thing Bradley knows Amilia has a tattoo of Jakes callsign and he’s carrying her to Jake’s front door like a damn bride. Her mouth is open and her head is thrown back and she’s passed out. Drunk as a skunk and totally unaware of how in love with her Jake Seresin really is.

“Holy shit what happened to her?” Jakes chuckling with a smile so bright it consumes his whole face. “You guys were going for a few drinks—“

“Yeah well.” Rooster shrugs as he carries Amilia past the threshold of Jakes front door. Amilia didn’t technically live there, but she was apart of the furniture enough that Jakes had become her home base. “Leave it to Oz to out drink the entire bar.”

Bradley doesn’t stay for much longer after he’d dropped Amilia on the lounge, he leaves her in Jakes capable hands.

“Okay superstar let’s get you into bed.” Jake sighed as he picks Amilia up. And Jake is ever the gentleman about it too. He lays Amilia down as gently as he can on her side of the bed they shared more often then not.

“I got a tattoo.” It barely comes out as an audible mumble but Jake hears it nevertheless as he wiped Amilias makeup from her face with a few makeup wipes. “Rooster said I wouldn’t so I had to.”

“What did you do miss Amilia?” Hake asks softly as he plants a kiss atop the love of his life’s head. “Where is this so called tattoo of yours?”

“Help me get undress and you’ll see—“ So Jake does exactly that. He fetches some sweats and a shirt of his for Amilia and gets to work. Carefully undressing the inebriated soul lying in his bed. As Jake strips Amilia of her jeans, he pauses when the fresh ink underneath a piece of glad wrap takes his breath away. “Oz you didn’t—“ He can’t believe it. “Is that my?” Before Jake can get the words out that he’s looking for Amilia has him overwhelmed even with her eyes closed.

“You’re forever my Flyboy.”

Jake can’t get it out of his mind. He thinks about it constantly for days after. All he wants to do is run his lips over the ink that’s embedded in Amilias hip. When he finds out who actually tattooed his girl though Jake nearly looses his mind.

“Listen here and listen good Garcia.” It’s almost threatening the way it comes out of Jakes mouth in the locker room. Rooster can’t help but to chuckle at the possessiveness oozing from his wingman. “That’s my girl you had your dirty little mits all over.”

“Should’ve heard the sounds coming out of her mouth when I did too.” Fanboy knows he fucked up the second Jakes eyes darken and Bradley is stepping between the two of them. “I’m sorry! Don’t hit me man! I was fucking kidding! She was getting a tattoo!”

“Jake walk away—“ Is all Rooster says. But that night the sex is possessive and it’s rough and it’s nasty because Amilia is Jake’s and Jake is Amilias.

[butwhatifidothis]

You know, i've long wondered whether or not Fodlan being left in a miserable state after CF was intentional on IS's part or not; the fact that shit like “Edelgard ordered a historical play to be shut down just because she didn't like how it portrayed her” is pretty clearly meant to be seen as a “cute girl getting embarassed lol” moment instead of the blatant and horrific abuse of power that it is, along with the information that Edelgard installed a secret police and orders her henchmen to spy on her citizens only being revealed in a throwaway line in a random paired ending, with no acknowledgement of how fucked all that is, leads me to think this might have been unintentional.

Ehhh, I wouldn't say it's unintentional - there's a good bit more in 3H to show off how deliberately villainous Edelgard is. Off the top my head and not including what I already said regarding the endings, there's the facts that Edelgard:

is the only person to be readily okay with sacrificing her own citizens (with the only other people who do the same being TWS and a crazed Rhea who is visibly not mentally stable - a state which neither Edelgard nor TWS are ever in when they sacrifice innocents)

has her path be constantly riddled with direct links to the "need" for mass death ("the pool of blood at my feet," "the scarlet path" Hubert prepared for her to walk, "no matter how much blood flows at her feet" - yes, that is a completely different reference from the first link - etc.)

shares much of her motivation (destroying the Church and eradicating the Nabateans) with TWS

has her route be the only one where the story cuts to the other side so that you the player can see the effect your actions have placed onto the antagonists when you kill their close ones (Claude, Rhea, Dimitri)

is the only protagonist to be explicitly and violently racist

initiates extreme and mass violence for the explicit purpose of imperialism

Along with a myriad of other things, one being that she's, uh, literally called a villain by her creators lmao. And imo, 3H would have done a good job of writing her as such... if it weren't for what this other nonnie points out:

Man if you get rid of the uwu cutesy moments, Edelgard really is a sinister villain. The racism, the victim blaming, her desire for genocide, what you mentioned before about taking out anyone who opposes her and spying on her citizens, taking over a religion and remaking it your way i.e cultural erasure, getting rid of two countries' autonomy over revanchist nationalism. Like holy crap, how does anyone not see this and say "yeah that's definitely villainous". Oh right because she wanted to walk with you, isn't it sad ;_;? Seriously though, Intsys kinda dropped the ball here. Like we could've had a sinister villain and in bits and pieces we get that, but a lot of it is obscured by "I wanted to walk with you sensei~", and "I drew a sketch of you. Don't see it uwu." It's like having a cake with a great batter but you put all your effort on the hard frosting instead.

Her villainous behavior, methods, ideologies, etc. are all obfuscated by the ever-present need for her to still be a waifu that's marketable. Yeah, sure, she's realistically speaking a massive piece of shit to put it lightly, but she wants to walk with you :( and draw you :( isn't it cute when she screams at rats :) and she opens up to you that she's scared of rats actually she trusts you so much :) and she asks you if you're sure you wanna fight with her on CF she cares so much about giving you a choice ignore how choosing to NOT fight for her means getting murdered by her instead :) and look at how sad everyone is to fight her :( Doesn't that endear you, the player spending money on this game and its DLC and its gacha spinoff, to her, the cute waifu who's the main face of the game's marketing and who just cares about you the player oh so much?

It's not that her villainy is unintentional, it's that her marketability takes precedence over her character

[cevansbaby-dove]

Just a quick one shot 18+

I don't hate the grey Mister Evans.

It was the big night for You and Chris, Your first red carpet sighting with your boyfriend Chris.

Chris is getting his suit on when he sees you in this dress.

Chris smiles. "Holy shit babe you look...stunning." You look at him as you put some hairspray in your hair. "Thanks my sexiest man alive." Chris laughs. "Still calling me that uh?"

You walk to him and help tie his bow-tie saying. "Yes and I love the color you have on, it matches your eyes." You kiss him and walk away.

This is what Chris wears.

Chris turns and fixes his hair and he says. "Damn, babe?" He walks downstairs. "Honey do you have my hair dye?" You grab your purse and say looking at him. "What?! Why do you need that?"

He says pointing to his beard. "I look so fucking old right now"

You say. "Oh please Chris, come on we'll be late." You walk out and Chris says shutting the door behind him and walking to the car. "Okayy but if i get news about the grey i'll be pissed." You say as you open the car door. "Uh uh sure" Chris smiles and gets into the car and drives off.

You look at Chris with a smile and you say. "You really do looking amazing" He smiles. "thanks" He takes your hand and kisses it.

You guys get to the place the red carpet is being held and you say to Chris. "darling..why not go in the back way?" Chris looks at you. "why darling?"

You lean closer to him saying.

“I want you..” you whined, running your hands through his hair, railing your boyfriend up.

Kissing his cheek, dragging your lips over his beard, his jawline. Biting gently, making him moan.

The red backdrop curtain shielded you both, away from the crowd and flashing cameras. “Jesus Christ..”

Chris breathed, meeting your lips with his own, kissing you hotly. Your mouth was on his, hand gliding down his muscled chest.

His dress shirt was in the way as you groped his peck, feeling his muscle tense under your touch.

Making him whine into the kiss, your tongues playing with each other.

Finally you opened his belt, sliding one of your hands under his dress suit pants, beneath his boxers to feel his growing cock.

Wrapping your hand around him, swiping the pre cum with your thumb using it as a lube. He was gasping, letting you back him up against the wall.

Smirking at him, you stroked his cock from the base to the tip. Closing his eyes, your boyfriend was smiling yet moaning breathlessly.

Dropping on your knees before him, you freed his cock completely, grabbed his hips making him hiss with pleasure his hands touching your hair. Your mouth engulfing him.

Sliding his cock down your throat he became needy. “Yeah? You love my cock babygirl?”

Breathing, his lips were agape with bliss. You nodded and hollowed your cheeks out, bobbing your head up and down at quick speed. Making him bite his lip and close his eyes tipping his head back against the wall.

Your robbed him of the ability to think straight. Suddenly everything was forgotten.

Your mouth on his cock was heaven. Hand on his balls now, tugging for added pleasure you made him moan loudly. You slurped on his dick like a bitch in heat.

Soon he was manhandling you, guiding your lips up and down on his hard cock. “You’re drooling all over my fucking dick, baby.. god you make me feel so good..” whispering with soft moans Chris was lost and on the edge.

You sucked harder, quicker. Tongue licking and teasing the underside of him, he popped in your mouth.

Hips fucking forward, cumming violently at the back of your throat making you swallow his load and you did. With a moan. He was touching his face, breathing harshly, chest rising quickly with pleasurable breaths. “Fuuuck..!”

Cursing softly, you licked him clean and pulled away from his softening cock with a pop.

Standing back up, adjusting his pants and boxers buckling his belt up for him.

He was taken by surprise once again. Arms circling around you, kissing your mouth.

You hummed, satisfied with your job. Grabbing him under his chin, whining. “You and the gray bits in your beard, will be the death of me..” he laughed at your words, pressing you against the wall in return. Cupping you between your legs. “Now it’s my turn, sweets..”

Short but so hot!! Thanks for reading.

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[dafukdidiwatch]

One Piece - Episode 2

It’s actually a lot easier to review one piece now that I’m at episode 2 to be honest. I mean I still have that ping of “oh this came from the anime/manga” or “oh this is pretty different”. But I feel like it’s less prevalent now. I’ve gotten over the shock of OMG LIVE ACTION ONE PIECE GAH and now can actually see it for what it is. Another story. Which is good because Hoo Boy, they do not drop the ball in the second episode

Overview: Luffy, Zoro, and Nami discuss the Grand Line Map. But before they get anywhere with it, Buggy the Pirate Clown has captured them and forced them into his Circus Tent of Terrors to get the map back. While this is happening, Commander Garp is investigating the theft of the map back at Morgan’s Marine Base, and meets a nervous wreck of a cadet Koby just trying to get through his first day. 

So let’s start off with the obvious

Buggy is a nightmare

Holy Shit I mean I know people don’t like Clowns, but they went hard on his craziness. How everyone, even his own crew, is tip toeing on eggshells around this guy. He’s maniacal. Huge inflated sense of self worth and grandiose. Also a psychopath that let people keep their Hands so they can Applaud on cue To Him. Anime was all “ha ha giggles he’s clown wait uh oh he’s actually dangerous”. Naw they ain’t pulling that shit here. Buggy is a threat. Always a threat. 100% destroys everything and tortures everyone to get what he wants. He has some goofy moments like being a dumbass and punching glass like a moron, but he’s 100% Capital B Bad Guy for the entire thing. 

(Which got to say, I was lowkey waiting for Luffy to flip him off. No reason why, I just thought it would be funny at that moment.)

I have mixed feelings on the Buggy-Luffy “join me” type of deal. On the one hand, didn’t really like Buggy calling Luffy an outcast. He isn’t tho. Not like Buggy gave a shit since his whole goal is to mettle for the map. But Luffy wasn’t outcasted or a freak. He’s too happy-go-lucky to let insults like that impact him. And look there, Luffy never really gave into Buggy because yeah he knows who he is and is confident about that. So that felt a bit Meh to me. 

On the other hand, I liked how they handled the parallels between Child!Luffy and Shanks and Current!Luffy and Buggy. Shanks fought the bandits, defended his friends, literally lost an arm to help his kid. And Luffy took those lessons to heart, defends Shanks and his honor, says the same line about hurting his friends against Buggy with Known History to Shanks. The Antithesis if you will. For the live action episode, that felt well written and excellently handled, especially for an audience that might not have seen One Piece before. 

Also the Shanks Fight to get Luffy was super cool. Love seeing the crew in action and beating/killing all the bandits. A little lowkey sad that they didn’t keep the “guns aren’t for threats they’re for action” and the “Fair? What do you mean fair, we’re pirates” line. Those were great lines that really highlight that they are still hardened fighters/pirates that do still kill. But they kept the “Hurt me but not my friends” line so that’s acceptable. 

Sea King animation was terrifying and really cool. Love to see that in action, and we got to see basically Shanks using power of will against the monster to fuck off. Best, love it. Also laughed a bit when I saw Shanks arm just flying into the ocean after the Sea King’s first strike. It’s in the middle of the screen if you pay attention to it. I just thought it was a funny bit that the Sea King didn’t actually eat it, just tore it off. 

Keep rolling with the badguys here, Cabuji coming in with vengeance exposition backstory about how Zoro hunted down him and his brother and killed the brother for a bounty. Tells how badass Zoro is, shows how stoic, serious, and snarky Zoro is in the face of torture and death. Like they are locked in the circus prop section, this entire set up is really good. But I’m just sitting here thinking that Zoro didn’t track them for shit, he got his ass lost for 20 miles and kept running into those guys accidentally. I don’t know if or when the live action would ever touch on Zoro’s shitty sense of direction, but I hope they do. I’m just waiting for that reveal moment. 

I’m glad they are still keeping the mistrust and traitor vibes with Nami here. She never said she’s part of the crew, she tried to dip as soon as she could with outing Luffy’s powers. She hated the devastation that pirates made in the town, while also sneaky enough to have 4 different lockpicking sets. Love a girl bastard and thief. Especially the end hints of her having *le gasp* a secret corresponder snail working for someone! Oh That’s gonna be so good when we get to it. 

Another small thing about Luffy while I’m talking about the crew: Is it weird I find Luffy too smart? I mean, yeah his first instinct was to eat the map. But he’s rubber, his stomach can literally stretch. And the best place to hide something is on your person. Also he figured out the boxes and getting rid of body parts in reality that smart grab was Nami’s ploy. Though I guess the writers thought it would be best to make Luffy a bit more competent than just the original dumbass he was. Maybe the audience wouldn’t latch onto him as much or something. 

But I did love how Luffy states he’s “a different kind of pirate”. Still a pirate. 100% still a pirate. But not the pillaging or destroying kind. The “I can help my friends out just via violence” type. Not afraid to fight, won’t stand rules, just wants to do his own thing without hurting everyone. Given Nami’s stated mistrust on pirates, as well as the rest of the town, it’s nice that we have Luffy to be that distinction of a better pirate. 

Clown outfits and costumes were really on point. Like the design production went all out to make sure everyone is as wacky and crazy as One Piece is known to be. It’s a bit too bad that we don’t actually see all the clowns fight in one go. Like having Zoro kill/defeat them all offscreen felt like a waste. But the core of this episode was definitely focused on Buggy and Buggy v. Luffy. So it makes sense that they don’t want to…share the spotlight. (see I can make bad circus jokes too)

They’re also giving Garp and Koby a bigger spot in the series too. Anime/Manga we sort of forget about Koby until well after a lot of arcs. But now they are tying his story to Garp about Koby trying to be a Marine like how he wanted. He’s a lot more timid with being a marine though. And Garp, really threatening. In the “I’m a powerhouse and we all know this but I’m still polite” type of way. Still like him, and the live action has this as the parallel of “Luffy Pirates” v “Koby Marines” so two sides of the same coin. 

Too bad we didn’t see Morgan going down either. Or how Helmeppo spontaneously became a Cadet while Morgan was still in charge. But that goes under the “clowns killed offscreen” bit. 

Overall, really good horror circus vibes here. All the fight scenes were on point and clever. They are still blending in a lot of the original source material while making smart and fun changes to the story. And my sister wants to blast through the episodes because she just wants to get to the Sanji bits lol. So stay tuned!

[thundersoothers]

sex with me, so amazing

or, genshin men as people i’ve hooked up with.

who: multi/basically everyone (mentioned: childe, diluc, itto, kaeya, kazuha, zhongli) 

what: drabbles; describing my hook ups and who in genshin would be like them. don’t take it too seriously.

wc: 2.1k

warnings: ns/fw and angst :)) just a little bit of angst though, mostly smut ofc :D

1. 8 inch cock. even when you take him down your throat the deepest you can go, until your eyes water and you gag, you still can fit 5 fingers between your lips and the soft hair on his pelvis. so thick you can’t wrap your hand around it. big, heavy, hot. so long that he has to stretch you out in order for it to fit inside.

the first time you see it, your jaw drops. “holy fuck,” you gasp. “I don’t think it’s gonna fit.”

“you’ll make it fit,” he says. “stop running away; be a good girl and take it.”

sometimes it really is too big, though, if he doesn’t take the time to stretch you out. after the first time of his cock being too big, hurting a little too much than it feels good when he tries to go all the way in, he never lets you or himself rush into things.

foreplay is methodical. he eats you out because he loves it. he loves the feeling of your hands fisting his hair as he slides one, then two, and finally three fingers inside of you. loves the taste of your pussy, the hardness of your clit on his tongue. loves digging his fingers into your soft thighs that tremble and squeeze around his head. loves the sounds you make, the whimpers and the whines, when you beg for him to just fuck you already. loves the way your body writhes, the feeling of your cunt loosen then tighten and spasm around his fingers, the cries you make when you cum against his face.

he’s already hard when you kneel on still quivering legs in front of him, kissing up his thighs, leaving little marks and bites, running your hands over his soft skin. you don’t give him head with the purpose of trying to make him cum — not that often, at least. most times, it’s foreplay and also a game: a competition of whether it’s you who will pull away first, heaving for breath, asking for him to fuck you, or him who will get frustrated and push you off of him so he can turn you over and fuck you.

he’s most sensitive around his tip, which is wide and red and tastes tangy but not bad, so normally you focus on sucking the top half of his cock while your hand works around the rest. “take what you can, that’s— yes, fuck, that’s it. just like that. just like that, baby, keep doing that.”

when you do try to take him all the way down your throat, though, the incentive to keep going is the way his breath stutters and he wheezes, “oh, fuck, yes.” but when his cock inevitably presses too hard against the back of your mouth, you gag and pull off with a cough.

you let his heavy cock rest against your face while you suck on his balls to give yourself a moment to breathe, and you look up at him with teary eyes. he looks back down at you and says, almost in disbelief, “fuck, you’re so hot.” then he picks you up, throws you onto the bed, tells you to get on your stomach, and then pounds you into the mattress.

says shit like:

“relax, just relax. I’m gonna give you everything you need. don’t be impatient.”

“‘it’s too big?’ it’s barely even in, baby. you can take it, I know you can.”

“you’ll make it fit. now, be good for me and keep still.”

he moans your name.

“fuck, you feel good. you’re so fucking wet. you take me so well.”

“that feels good, doesn’t it? yeah? tell me how it feels. what was that? oh, you can’t even use your words?” he laughs when you get breathless, when he’s fucking you too hard and too fast for you to form words.

and always amazed, like he can’t believe it, “you’re so hot.”

when you both get close, he flips you over onto your back. he puts a pillow under your lower back, and leans down to spit on your cunt and kiss your clit. he put one of your legs over his shoulder and you wrap the other around his waist. he grips the headboard with one hand and touches your body softly, like he’s not saying obscene things and fucking the life out of you, with the other. and then he fucks you even harder.

he’s so deep that you can feel him in your stomach.

when you reach down to touch your clit, your other hand scratching down his back, he says stuff like:

“yes, that’s it, baby, go ‘head, make yourself feel good.”

“you gonna cum? yeah? you’re gonna cum all over my cock?”

“you look so pretty like this.”

he pulls out after you cum so he can finish on your stomach, but he cums so hard and so much, with his hand wrapped around his thick cock, pumping quickly, that it goes from your lower stomach all the way up to between your breasts. while you lay back to catch your breath, he wipes you off with a towel and licks your tits clean.

his dick is big and he knows how to use it. he says and does the right things, even if it’s not exceedingly kinky – (maybe you’ll get to that point later, you think). honestly, it’s the best foreplay, head, and sex you’ve ever had.

but he never stays for long after. there’s no emotions in your arrangement, really; it’s just hooking up. there’s no hanging out after and talking. and that’s fine with you, really. you aren’t sure there would be any compatibility between you for being in a relationship, anyway. but you definitely have chemistry in bed.

once he’s sure you’re coming down okay, he kisses you on the lips and rubs over your cheek with his thumb. he murmurs a promise of, “I’ll see you later,” and then walks out the door.

he doesn’t follow through.

this time, when the door closes behind him, it’s the last time you ever see him.

↳ diluc, ITTO, zhongli?

2. solid 5/5.5ish inches. fits perfectly; not too big, not too small. the weight feels good on your tongue; it isn’t as hard to take all of him in your mouth, until you can look up at him with your lips wrapped around the very base of his cock. sex is less about finishing and more about the process—about feeling, about the sensations. 

after the first time you hook up, you realize: it’s making love, not fucking. you really don’t know each other that well, but he holds you like he’s afraid you’re going to disappear. speaks to you like you’re one of the most important people in his life. touches you like you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. fucks you like he’s in love with you. 

it leaves you reeling. it’s confusing being treated like that so immediately, but it’s also nice. the orgasms you have are different than you’ve ever experienced before. the physical vaginal pleasure isn’t anything special, really (… you’ve had better dick), but the way you feel throughout your body and mind when you’re with him is so intense. 

it’s not about the orgasm specifically; it’s about the way you feel leading up to it, the process; the slow build leading up to an orgasm where you feel pleasure and relief throughout your entire body. 

hooking up is about you. he loves kissing you; sometimes it feels like he likes it even more than having sex. his lips are on yours for so long, seemingly not in a rush at all, even with his hard on pressing against your thigh and making a damp spot on his boxers. he only stops when you get restless and pent up and force him away. then his lips are on your neck, over your chest with his tongue circling your nipples in a way that has you shuddering, down your stomach until he kisses your hip bones—the left and then the right, skipping your cunt and going straight to your thighs. 

after all of the drawn out foreplay, when he finally puts his cock in, it feels like a hot, striking, all-encompassing instant relief for both of you. like it’s everything you’ve ever needed and wanted in your whole life. moaning into each other’s mouths, both your and his eyes rolling back, your bodies shuddering against each other. 

it’s overwhelming. it feels like you’re burning, like there’s nothing else you could possibly think about or focus on other than him, like this is all you’ve ever needed and wanted. you feel good all over, and it’s clear he does too. 

he doesn’t stop kissing you, touching all over your body, making sure as much of his skin is pressed against yours. moaning in your ear, telling you how beautiful you are, how sexy you look, how good you feel, the way your cunt is so wet and warm and tight for him and him only. how he wants to feel you cum around his cock, that he wants to see how hot you look when you cum for him. 

“I want you to cum. it doesn’t matter how long it takes,” he says. “we aren’t in a rush. just make yourself feel good, baby. take what you need.” 

his dick isn’t huge, but it isn’t small either. it feels best when he puts your ankles over his shoulders and kisses the inside of your leg gently as if he isn’t fucking you into the mattress with his hand resting against your lower stomach; when he presses his body to yours and makes love to your body until you write under him and cum hard around his cock; when he grips your waist as you ride him and digs his fingers into your hips, worshiping the plush of your thighs, the softness of your ass, until he pulls you against him so he can moan into your mouth as he cums. 

he says stuff like: 

“fuck, that feels so good. you’re so good, baby, shit, don’t stop.” 

“don’t hide, let me see you. fuck, you look so pretty. you’re so beautiful.” 

“you gonna cum? yeah? that’s it, baby, cum for me. you can do it. be good and cum for me.” 

of course, it isn’t all lovey and vanilla and soft. like when his hands stop exploring your body and instead squeeze your throat. or one time when he said, “you’re so loud,” and then stuck his fingers into your mouth. or when he pulled your hair and held your face in his hands as he fucked your mouth until he came down your throat and then kissed you after.

you find it unfortunate that the way he treats you is so refreshing. you find it special, different, even surprising, that he treats you so well when you’re with each other. he doesn’t act like you matter as a person only when you’re having sex, and that makes you sad for yourself. 

but it also makes you care—a little bit more than you should in your fuck buddy arrangement. it’s hard to eliminate emotions when it feels like you’re in love with each other when you hook up. 

he just seems so fucking into you. like, who fucks you like he loves you and says this shit kind of shit when you’re just supposed to be fuck buddies? 

“you should sleep over.” it wasn’t all that ‘you can stay if you want to’ bullshit. no, it was, “I want you to.” and it was every single time you came over, too.

“when can I see you? I’m hard as fuck thinking about you. you wanna do something about it?”

“you should come during the day. I want to see your face.” 

“if it was going to be anyone,” he said when you asked him about the boundaries of your arrangement one night, if you’re exclusive, if it’s just hooking up and there’s no feelings, etc. “it’s you.” 

he’s a liar. 

you don’t know if he means to be. you don’t know if he realizes that he’s stringing you along in the grey area of whatever the fuck “it’s you” is. you don’t know if he wants to see your name in his phone apart from wanting to hook up. you don’t know if playing pretend being in a relationship and being in love with each other is hurting him, too.

but you do know that when you kiss him goodbye one morning, it’ll be the last time you’ll ever see him.

↳ CHILDE, KAEYA, kazuha, thoma

note: thank you for reading! and thank you so much for your patience. summer has started so I should be able to write more! :DD (though I am working full time ://)

I have more hook ups so if u want more just lmk lmfao. and as always, if u want to be tagged when I post, send an ask/dm. <33

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posted 06.13.2022. do not repost or modify any of my original work on any other platform. to genshin masterlist.

[spacedhead]

homestuck reread #11: act 6 p2

aranea first appearance!!! shes so beautifullll hi girl

okay so i think i misremembered this specific comversation. in a previous conversation with roxy, roxy accidentally IMPLIED that jane might have feelings for him. but then jake was like yeah i already know that she has a thing for me but then since he knows roxy isnt supposed to talk about it he agrees to drop it. then here he is like hey jane do you like me? be honest. just come out and say it. do you? and she is like clearly not ready to be honest yet so shes like uh no i dont

so then hes like oh you dont well thats crazy i thought you did. but then hes like . are you sure? and she is like... haha i guess not... GAHHH THIS IS SO PAINFUL TO READ. but the problem im finding is that i feel like jake is in the wrong here but like i dont know i might do the same thing. if i suspected someone liked me and then got soft confirmation from their best friend i might also approach the situation by asking for confirmation rather than being like I KNOW YOU LIKE ME. but maybe the real thing i would do is wait for them to tell me... i honestly dont know what the right answer is... like what was his best option here because what he did felt so wrong. and jane. poor jane. she is suffering with the weight of liking this FREAK . its just hard cause i wanted her to be honest but i also get why she wasnt

i dont even want to show this next part but jake after this is telling jane about how he thinks dirk wants to date him (which he does) and jane is just. suffering . but she keeps telling him to like go for it? like why are you sabotaging yourself like this?? i get shes trying to be a good friend but like at what cost girl your sanity?? and how is he this socially unaware when he has proven that he can pick up on the hints that jane liked him even BEFORE roxy accidentally implied it?? but now he cant tell that jane is OBVIOUSLY not happy with the situation. i actually cant tell if hes being a cruel person and deliberately ignoring her feelings or if hes just suddenly unable to pick up on her feelings. i GUESS in his defense there has been this ongoing theme of his friends saying that he has a tendency to believe people at face value and believe IN people. get it. because hope. but that is dumb and in my opinion a weak defense

to be fair. he is glasses

what heaven looks like (without the dead cat)

AHHHHH JUMPSCARE

god damn you. tumut

this is really cool

me every time i get mad and my friends call me delusional

this section of dirk giving jake the Lore is cool. look at alpha dave he is so awesome

holy balls look at rose too

HELL YEAH

Sadge

DO YOU OR DO YOU NOT KNOW THAT JANE HAS A THING FOR YOU....... WHAT IS HAPPENING

hee hee look at lil seb

this baller ass panel. hes so cool he has a fucking SWORD

look at him go!!!!

AHHH I LOVE THIS PANEL EVERYONE IS SO SILLY!!!!!!

me when im the dumbest boy in paradox space

wait this makes sense to me. the seer of mind can see brain ghost dirk. that is so cool

I AM CRESTFALLEN. (also jane and roxy just died so that is very sad too. but they have dreamselves.) shit is kind of hitting the fan when all the alpha kids are trying to enter. also calliope just got name and appearance revealed so... hey

this is funny

HUHHHHH

ok so i watched s dirk synhcronize. really good flash! some things i noticed. 1. there is that tumblr post that is like dirk just high fives meenah without even knowing who she is or what a troll is. that is wrong he DOES know what a troll is and had already briefly met her like right before the high five happened . 2 its crazy that he has no fear or hesitation when he puts his own head in the transportalizer. like bro really just was willing to kill himself for his friends. i know that he lives bc of his dreamself but still to have ZERO hesitation shows how much he loves them all. 3 in the beginning of homestuck john needed a sledge hammer to open his cruxtruder and throughout the comic most of the characters have needed to drop something heavy on the lid to pop it open but dirk just fucking kicks it open with little effort . actual baller

based hal

this goofy ass scene look at roxys face its so me

fuuuuuck i just watched caliborn enter... lord english destroyed the dream bubble with the john who died and a couple dead daves... (and a bunch of alternate trolls) man i fucking HATE that guy....

shes real or somefin

dude. not cool

i fuckin love his hashtags

LOOK AT THEM

gender envy

im out of image space but ........ to be continued. this is definitely... like... i feel like after cascade the comic came to an abrupt stop. and it is taking a while for things to get going again. maybe once they arrive at the new session