#no idk what came over me it is 9 am-

[divine-misfortune]

I offer you Aether body worship...

Specifically with new bugs...

Aurora sitting tucked up into his side, legs hooked over his thigh, not exactly in his lap not exactly not in his lap. Mouthing lazily at whatever parts of him she can reach without moving too much, everything about this is too lazy and relaxed for that....Her pretty pink lipstick smudged all over his throat, collar, and mouth (also maybe theres a lil trace of it on Phantom). Trailing those sharp manicured nails through the dark hair on his belly and chest, maybe giggling a little and groping his chest, telling him his tits are bigger than hers - and laughs again when she toys with his nipples and he groans because 'oh they're more sensitive than mine too huh-!'

Phantom sits between his feet, leaning against his knee, nuzzling into his thigh like a content little puppy. Pausing to occasionally kiss and bite at the skin there, not too hard, that's not what they're doing here, not what this is about. Just enough to earn those heavy breaths from him. Just hard enough to make aethers cock twitch in his hand. He's gotten it real wet just with pre and a few teasing flicks of his tongue. You can hear it when he drags his hand up the shaft and twists his fist around his head. Phantom loves that he can feel the muscles in his leg tense under his cheek every time he does.

Tells him how perfect his cock is, so thick and reactive, bets his knot is even thicker ('fuck I bet it'd fill me so good aeth...you'd be such a good mate, would make sure I'd catch wouldn't you?'), and Phantom knows from a few very in depth conversations with Dew that his balls are real fucking sensitive and it proves true when Aethers head falls back against the back of the couch the second he gets his mouth on them.

Though it seems what gets the older ghoul is aurora cooing over how good he is for them, how he sits there and let's them play with his beautiful body to their hearts content ('so generous to share yourself like this') - his cheeks flush and the way his dick leaks is so cute. They can't get enough of it...Enough of him either.

And of course the two of them aren't cruel, not here to tease him, so when he moans a soft 'please', Aurora is more than happy to slip to the floor beside the other fresh summon. They make a pretty picture together between his knees. Aether chuckles a little when they sneak a very brief kiss, and Aurora nips at Phantom's lower lip with a smile that could only be called innocent.

They share him, despite not wanting to give him up. It takes them a bit to find a rhythm but they manage. He likes how soft Aurora's hands are around his cock, how she has to use both hands to stroke him properly. He also likes how Phantom drools over him when he takes him in his mouth, the almost missable way a purr kicks up in his chest when Aether's hand finds its way into his hair. Both so eager to please, makes him dizzy, all he can do is breathe praise on the tail end of his little moans and whines. Aurora tells him he's pretty when he whines, not to swallow any of those delicious sounds, and he's almost shy to allow himself to be vocal.

He cums on Aurora's tits, Phantom stroking him through his orgasm onto her chest. She presses what little she has together so Aether can see it pool in her cleavage before Phantom takes it upon himself to lick up every drop.

Aether thinks he might just cum again watching him spit it into her mouth and chase after it with his tongue.

[lovsome]

venting :-) sorry

[earlgreytea68]

LOOK AWAY IF YOU DON'T WANT SO MUCH FOR (TOUR) DUST SPOILERS, OKAY?

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Set list:

(1) That Pink Seashell spoken word thing actually opens the show

(2) Love from the Other Side: I assumed they'd play this first, and they did, and they looked very happy with the reception that it got

(3) The Phoenix

(4) Sugar, We're Goin Down: I overheard two guys when I was leaving saying, "I only came to this show for that Sugar song, and it was the third song they played," whatever to those two guys lol

(5) Uma Thurman

(6) A Litttle Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me

(7) Chicago Is So Two Years Ago: I know they always play this song when they play Chicago but the way the show is set up, there's this spoken intro that references a light being left on in Chicago, and then they launch into this song, and so I feel like maybe it's permanently in the set list for this tour, we'll see.

(8) Grand Theft Autumn: Patrick told the story again of how he wrote the lyrics while jogging with Pete. Here is exactly what he said, because I recorded it, hahaha: "I wrote this song out here, jogging, trying to figure out the words. This was back when I wrote a lot of the words. And Pete was jogging with me and he was like, 'Eh, maybe change this, maybe change this.' Before we knew it he was writing all the lyrics." And then Pete said, "Imagine us jogging" lolololol

(9) Calm Before the Storm

(10) This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race: They added a little Peterick-y moment in here? I don't remember them playing at each other during this song in previous performances? It was cute, it was during the instrumental part before Patrick leads the singalong, maybe I've just always missed it? They played it each other and kind of did some kind of kick thing with their legs??

(11) Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes: Honestly, always a delight to hear this song, this is one of my favorites <3

(12) Heaven, Iowa: THIS SONG LIVE, I SWEAR

(13) "The Take Over, the Breaks Over": OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONG AND I TOTALLY DIDN'T EXPECT THEM TO PLAY IT, I WAS SO HAPPY

(14) Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet: <3 Guess they got over being scared of playing this one lol

(15) Fake Out: I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW EXCITED I WAS THAT THEY PLAYED THIS ONE OMGGGGGGG. Also, there was some plan I wasn't aware of to, like, hold up cell phones with pink paper over the lights so the crowd lit up pink???? I have no idea who engineered that but it was CHARMING and at the end of the song Pete said, "Thanks for that, guys, that was beautiful," and the stage was on darkness so it seemed absolutely spontaneous on his part and I think they really did like the effect, so, Idk, future shows, keep doing it????

(16) Patrick did some kind of piano interlude where he played "Don't Stop Believin'"????? It was random but he was super charming, I think the rest of the band used it as a break, it was just SO GREAT. Part of his intro was: "Pete was putting together this show and he said to me, 'Hey, you should play piano.' And I was like, 'I kinda only play songs I wrote. I don't really play piano. I don't know how to play piano.' And he's like, 'Eh, you'll figure it out.'" And then Patrick sat down and played gorgeous piano ugh THANKS, PETE.

(17) Last of the Real Ones: I am glad Mania got some love.

(18) Save Rock and Roll

(19) PETE RECITED BABY ANNIHILATION WHAT. I SWEAR TO GOD. I SO DID NOT EXPECT THIS AND I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THAT IT HAPPENED. If you're going to the show, pay attention, because I looked away and apparently there's, like, a magic trick at the end of the monologue where he disappears behind a piece of black silk?????

(20) Crazy Train cover: I...don't know what to say about this randomness hahaha but it happened??

(21) Dance Dance

(22) Hold Me Like a Grudge: I think Patrick adores singing this song, I really do.

(23) G.I.N.A.S.F.S.: I KNOW. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, EITHER.

(24) My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light Em Up)

(25) Thnks fr th Mmrs

(26) Centuries

(27) Saturday <3

The show ends with a little piano version of So Much (for) Stardust played over the sound system, so pay attention for that.

The set is super Alice in Wonderland-y and I adored it, it's playful and fantastical and has all these whimsical touches and interludes and I just thought it was delightful and at one point there were bubbles, and I heard some people complaining after the concert that the fantasy thing didn't suit their style of music and really, I was surrounded by downers after the concert, I thought they were perfect hahaha. Like, ABSOLUTELY PERFECT. They looked so, so, so tangibly happy, all of them. Patrick sounded fantastic and he looked like he was having a blast, he smiled the whole time.

I have a lot of videos but they seem like they're all pretty terrible, but I'll see how I feel in the morning lol

[serendipityandbenevolence]

Arlecchino x GN Reader (SAGAU)

I kinda can’t believe that I’ve written 3 fanfics in 24 hours, after not writing for a year, but idk. I’m motivated and don’t have much else to do (except ignoring my bio homework) (send help, what the hell is osmosis?) I thought about writing for Pantalone next, but @nervouseaglelover requested Arlecchino and I am nothing if not a people pleaser. This may be ooc, but idk SAGAU is nothing if not ooc if we’re being honest. I’m starting this at 6'o clock my time, so hopefully it’ll be done by 9 or 10, if I’m being productive.

Contains - Arlecchino girlbossing, gaslighting and gatekeeping you, her being obsessed with you, mentions of death and murder, mentions of Dottore's head collection (don't ask, it came to me in a dream), tartaglia being beat up by Arlecchino for the second time in this series

Part one is here - the masterlist for the other endings is here

“Arlecchino?”

If you were being entirely honest, you expected a little more … decorum when you had called for Arlecchino. Not the veritable swarm of Harbingers that appeared in your doorway, the moment her name had left your mouth. All of the Harbingers, excluding the one whose name you had uttered. 

Tartaglia was at the front of the pack, to little surprise, with his eyes bright with curiosity and a liveliness you rarely saw through a screen. Tucked away to the side was Pantalone, who looked far more … weary than you had expected. His eyes, compared to Tartaglia’s, were bloodshot and dull, with an aura of tiredness radiating off him. You could faintly see the silhouettes of who you assumed to be Capitano and Pierro in the back, looming over the others, and Signora, who stood tall behind Tartaglia, eyes fixed coldly upon you.

You waited, expecting someone to explain why they were ominously standing in your doorway, eyes silently surveying you. But no explanation came and no more movements were made, they seemed almost fixed in your doorway, as though they were waiting for something from YOU. 

“Arlecchino?”

You repeated her name again, craning your neck to see if she was merely hidden behind one of her coworkers, concealed by her taller companions. But she did not appear, and you were beginning to wonder if she was not there at all.

Until a perfectly manicured hand reached through the flock of Harbingers and firmly gripped Tartaglia by his hair, dragging him away from the doorway as she stepped into his place.

“Tartaglia, it is awfully rude to be lingering in the doorway like that, not even bothering to greet Their Grace. Such impoliteness does not make a good first impression.”

Arlecchino’s sweetly poisoned words broke the silence, inspiring a string of curses from the 11th Harbinger and some muffled laughter from what sounded like the Balladeer, although you could not see him to confirm. But Arlecchino ignored them and turned to you, eyes soft and yet … hungry. Possessive. 

“You called for me, Your Grace? How may I be at your service?”

Her honeyed words and dark eyes had you entranced, almost unable to speak, to respond to her question.

“Oh, I was just wishing to speak to you…”

Arlecchino’s smile widened and she stepped into your room, spinning to address her fellow Harbingers.

“Well, you heard Their Grace. I will be … conversing with them, so please give us some privacy. I’m certain that you all can find something else to do with your time, rather than stand here awkwardly.”

The crack of her slamming the doors in the other Harbingers faces made you jump, but you barely had time to process it before Arlecchino started prowling towards you. Her smile was friendly, but the darkness in her eyes remained, making you nervous. At least, that’s what you assumed those feelings were.

“Oh, Your Grace, look at your hair! It must have gotten all matted while you were resting. Here, let me fix it for you.”

“Huh? My hair feels fi-”

Your words were abruptly cut off as Arlecchino sat down on the side of your bed, tugging you towards her as she wrapped her arms around your waist, pressing your back to her chest. One of her hands made its way to your head, but rather than attempting to fix any knots that may or may not exist, she just tucked your hair behind your ears. 

“Your Grace, I understand that you may be worried about those heretics who attempted to take your life. I would like to assure you that you are perfectly safe and that I am ensuring you will never have to worry about them ever again.” She whispered softly into your ear.

Still caught up with the whiplash of the hair, to the hugging, to the thinly veiled threats of murder, you found yourself rather unable to form a coherent response, instead choking out a rather unintelligent sounding ‘mhm’. But Arlecchino didn’t seem to mind, instead giggling softly at your lack of a response. 

“I’m glad to see that you are … unbothered by your attackers. My children are hard at work making sure you are kept safe, but knowing that you are already at ease makes me a little less concerned for you.”

“Your children? Do you mean the children of the House of the Hearth?” You finally managed to ask, only just now able to form meaningful sentences again.

“Indeed, you are very intelligent, Your Grace! My children are fetching the heads of your attackers as we speak, bless their hearts. My children are very devoted to you, I hardly even needed to make the suggestion to track down those pieces of scum. I have a great many heads already, if you wish to see them? I have made sure that they are well preserved, so you can gaze upon the mostly intact heads of your enemies without the fear of them beginning to smell.” 

“Oh! That’s … uhm … very kind of you? I don’t think I need to see any heads though?”

“Very well then, I will give them to Dottore to add to his collection. I’m sure he will find them a rather pleasant gift, although perhaps not as nice as being able to slay your enemies in person.”

While trying to cope with the second round of emotional whiplash in the last 5 minutes, mostly due to the unwanted knowledge of the fact that the Doctor has a HEAD COLLECTION, you turned to Arlecchino, hoping to inquire more about her ‘children’.

But instead, you found her staring at you with an uncharacteristically stern expression.

“Your Grace.”

“Arlecchino?”

She leaned in close to you, so your faces were only inches apart. You would have thought it was romantic if her eyes were not quite so severe.

“I am a Harbinger. But I am a devotee to you, first and foremost. So, should the need ever arise … Say the word and I will kill any of them.”

“Pardon?” You managed to choke out.

“You heard me, Your Grace. Say the word and I will kill any Harbinger, any Archon, any human or beast that you wish.” 

Arlecchino kept eye contact with you for only a moment longer, before smiling and releasing you from her grasp, standing as she did so.

“I believe I hear Pierro calling for me. Forgive me, Your Grace, I must leave you to rest now.”

“But I don’t hear anyone calling for you?”

“Oh? Maybe you were not listening hard enough?” She smiled sweetly and made her way to the door, her lingering words all that remained of her, despite your hurried pleas for her to stay.

“Sweet dreams, Your Grace.”

I actually wrote this in less then 2 hours, I’m lowkey impressed with myself. I know the ending is kinda rushed and vague, but i also totally see Arlecchino gaslighting you like that to get out of a convo. I had a really good time writing this, so I hope yall have a good time reading this! Probably Pantalone next? Idk, we’ll see. I’ve learned not to make promises about my writing anymore.

[jocelynscrazyideas]

Right here? Right now? | Jack Hughes x Reader

Warnings: SMUT!!! Language, breeding kinks, unprotected, alcohol.

Summary: Jack has this incredible idea to have some extra fun at Jesper’s house at a party.

A:N- idk if this has been done, but I thought it was fun!!! Lmk if you’ve seen something similar (sorry)

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Today is December 31, New Year’s Eve. Jesper decided to throw a party to celebrate with the team. Some of us couldn’t make it, but we did party all night. Most of the couples came, and Nico, Luke, and John came as solos.

“We should hit body shots!” Nico insists, obviously I back away from the conversation. I’m wearing a red lacy thong underneath my black leggings, I have a matching bralette lying in between my skin and Jack’s grey navy hoodie. Not to mention the fact I’m like the most insecure person on the room.

I step back into the couch that sits in Nicole’s and Bratter’s living room. I lay on my back lying flat across a piece of the white couch. “You gonna try?” John walks over to me. He sets his cup of beer onto the coffee table in the middle of the sitting area. He scooches over to me and lets me rest my head on his lap.

“No. I’m really tired.” I announce as I rest my hands and let John play with my hair. “You coming baby?” Jack walks over to us.

“no. I’m exhausted from our day today.” I responded to jacks question.

John and I have known eachother from our days in Pittsburg. I’ve followed him down to Jersey, he’s like a brother to me.

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If he hurts you, y/n, I’ll make sure he’ll know not to do it again.

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I mean that’s what John said the first time I told him that Jack and I are going out.

“Please! I want to body shot. I don’t what to do it with Nico, or Luke. Sure as hell not John.” Jack says as he points around the kitchen towards the guys. John picks my head up and walks over to the group of boys.

“Now it’s just you and me.” Jack whined. “You can say it. Just tell me if you don’t want to do it. Just letting you know, it’s gonna look wierd if we don’t do it.” Jack jolts at me. I sit up letting his head resting on my shoulder. I wrap my arm around his back and I lift my legs to cross them over his legs.

I kiss jacks cheek, “well if it makes you happy, I can get up there and do it.” I let go of jacks body and start over to the counter.

I hope ontop of the cold granite and lay flat on my back. Jack walks over and pushes through the crowd and rolls down my leggings. He reveals my belly button and he sets a small lemon ontop of my belly, he pushed my top up until you can see my bra.

Luke hands him a bag of leftover crushed jolly rancher mixed with sour patch kids smashed together. Jack sprinkled a little bit in between my breast. My cleavage slips jacks fingers inside letting him spread a bit. He sets a fireball in my mouth and he backs up, looking at his masterpiece from afar.

The party goes silent as people turn down the music and record. “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5-“

The count down starts for the new year! Jack walks up to me. He rolls his sleeves up from his own hoodie and sets his hat down. “-3-2-“

Jack takes the small lemon from my bellybutton and squeezes it into his mouth. He licks my abdomen from any crumbs that spilt on my torso. His warm wet tounge slips between my breasts and he takes all of the candy onto his tounge. The sourness hits him as he clings to me shoulder. With no hands, Jack takes the fireball from my mouth and takes the shot into his own.

He grabs me to pull me up. He walks over to where he set his beer last. He sips on his cooled drink and hands it to Nico.

“Yeah, goodluck trying tonight! She’s not letting you get anywhere near her. Especially at Bratters house.” Nico chirps at Jack. Jack smiles and walks away.

“I know, and I still am gonna try.” Jack holds his eye contact on my boobs as I pull down my hoodie from our fun event.

I laugh out, maybe I should let him try to buy me in. “Okay, go ahead.” I say and I hold jacks chin, and pull his mouth to my ear letting him whisper into me. He kisses my check before starting.

“I got like really- like really hard, I’m horny- I’m like REALLY , really turned on. Y/n please. Don’t make me beg.” Jack holds my left ass check in his right hand and he holds my back- right under my shoulder blades with his left hand.

He swaddles me in his hold for a minute as he prances around the room. We dance to the music, “it’s a new year anyway, we can celebrate!” Jack convinces me. He slides his right hand into my leggings discreetly and he pulls at my thong. He lets go as he lets it slap into my skin.

“Baby, I can’t wait any longer.” Jack pulls away from our hug that lasted like five-ish minutes. He runs towards Jesper.

“hey, um- I’m gonna need that guest room okay? And don’t let other people walk in, me and y/n are going through it. She’s really tired and I wanna stay so keep the music loud enough where you can’t hear us aguribg.” Jack sets our story up. Knowing Jesper, he already knows that Jack is trying to get in my pants. Jack walks around with his dick pressing against his pants whenever he sees me.

I whisper in his ear before he runs away with me, “seriously? Right here?” I judge him, he doesn’t care.

He takes my hand and runs into the room Jesper sets up for the party people- well Jack requested one, he always does this.

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Jack throws me onto the bed, “legs.” He commands, I’m the only WAG that’s not wearing a sexy dress. I don’t need to impress anyone, Jack is the only one who’s seen me, and will probably be getting it.

I slides off my leggings and let him take off the rest of my clothes. He leaves my bra on, he takes my legs and sets them up. He moves my thing to the side. I’m already really wet.

“Wow, either you peed, or you really are horny.” Jack devilishly looks up from my pussy.

“No, you’re the one who’s horny, I just got off of my period.” I correct him. He’s never right, and I’m never wrong. “Fine, so that means your ovulating? Right?” Jack giggles as he stuffs a finger into my hole. He gets up licks his finger and locks the door.

He comes back and I’m already dry.

“You took to long.” I angrily reply to Jacks confused face. Jack jumps down onto his knees as I scorch up to the head of the bed. I hid a pillow between the wall and the headboard. I open my legs and throw off my underwear.

I unclip my bra and Jack tears it off my chest. He beds me down, my ass in his face, he lays down on his back as I sit ontop of this face. He moans as he takes me in. I start to jump on him. I feel like I’m going to cum, so I get up from him sucking inside of me, the suction form his mouth and my pussy breaks and I turn around.

Climbing into Jack, I face his hard dick, and he faces my very wet cunt again. “Again?” Jack gets annoyed. “Yes, you’re getting special treatment as well.” I pull onto his dick.

I play with his balls bad start taking his tip into my mouth. He lifts his hips up, the bdeige of his back lifted, my naked body lying on his bare skin. He licks my pussy out, cleaning every droplet of cum, and creating more. I do the same, except jack dumps everything at the same time.

“Excited, hey?” I tease him, Jack hits his nose into my bud. I realse more than ever and white juice spill onto jacks face. I get up finishing Jack.

~jacks pov~

Liftibg my hips, my shaft still in her mouth I thrust my dick into her throat, almost feeling her tonsils. I feel her tounge massaging every bit of my skin. My tip almost reaching to her stomach at this point I cum. I can feel her swallowing, impressive.

I pull a special on her as I hide my nose into her pussy, what a slut, a slut only for me.

She arrives and finishes on my face, dumping every ounce of fluid onto my face. I make her lick me clean and I lick her creases dry, leaving her actual holes wet, awaiting for her king to touch her.

“Baby, you can take it can’t you?” I ask her, out of breath already I stand up, I push her down onto her back, in missionary I fall into her. Spreading her legs I grab one and throw it over my shoulder.

Grabbing an extra pillow, I fold it stuffing it under her hips, allowing me to hit her G-Spot. She moan out, the music draining all of her cry’s. She ccleched her pussy onto my dick, closing all of the possible gaps. No air is filling her holes, noting but our cums bonding together, and my cock filling her vagina.

~ur pov~

He stuffs every inch of his cock into me. Jack talks me through it:

“Breathe for me.”

“Come for me, I can’t keep hitting you.”

“You’ve taken it before.”

“You’re such as little whore.”

“Slut”

“I love you.”

“You feel so good”

“You so tight.”

*moaning*

Jack is a horny person, and that’s his personality, I love him for it. He grips I to me and finally finishes his love for me. He pulls out belong up with the inside of his hoodie.

He slides his clothes back on and helps me up, he clings to my side as we head back to the party. My hair is frizzy, the perfect curls that I trwiled in a hot tool for hours are ruined, my shirt is crinkled. My makeup is messy, and I have red bits makes everywhere. Jack just seems out of breathe. But he’s a pretty boy, and he’ll get anything he wants.

We pretend like nothing happened. The party ended when John decided to body shot on Nico- not licking his abs, or taking the shot class for his mouth but performing a dance for us and eating a lemon with eachother. I drove John home and made sure he got to bed alright, by the time we got home Jack was sleeping and Luke had to help me carrru him in the house.

I guess there is no part two to our fun tonight.

[charmedreincarnation]

Ya bitch got into the void state

Champagne anon here and your mf girlll got in the mf void state and manifested her dream life. This happened a week ago, and I’ve been chilling but I do wanna share my story to help others. Gotta give Thanks to Maya, and so many other bloggers and even anon. Y’all hoes will forever be in my heart, and I’m forever grateful 🥹 also Maya girl you told me when I succeed to get into detail and I got nothing to do for the next two hours so imaaa just share it all here in detail.

I also wanna especially thank all the black creators on tumblr!! I didn’t know there were so many of us using the law. It always seems the world is so against us, and there’s nothing we can do abt it but nahhhh!! we can all live our best melanated lives regardless. Periodt, as we should it’s about goddamned time after everything we’ve been though 😂

Anyways!!!! after reading this: https://www.tumblr.com/charmedreincarnation/717864613626134528/im-your-bubble-anon-but-i-made-this-burner-to success story yesterday I got hella motivated. I read that shit and I thought I posted it on accident because it was everything I had been through, and had been thinking anyways. That anon ate your tumblr habits btw. If y’all haven’t seen my good sis’s sucess post go check that shut out rn, On god it will help.

At the end that anon (my mf dawg 🙏) included that they manifested for everyone. Now ion know if that shit actually work tbh. I’ve seen people say you can and can’t, but tbh the vibes were too high for me to doubt. I was like ight, okay fuck it, ima leave my dream life. Whether it me, that anon, or the devil himself ion give a fuck.

So that’s whatssss a bitch did!!! I just affirmed all day it was very fulfilling. People who hate on affirming are mad corny. I can’t lie that shit works hella fast even if you don’t believe it. Idk if that anon’s void manifesting helped or what but I didn’t do much and after 3 months of trying I entered the damn void state. I’m mad I thought I had to be on some ghandi shit to do this (no hate to him hes da man) but you rlly don’t y’all. BUT LEMME TALK MY SHIT ALL YOU NEED IS AFFIRMING AND PERSISTENCE.

Anyways I went go bed excited asl!! I wrote my script that was like 10 pages long I can’t lie I did the most… but it’s whateva. I woke up in the void state after waking up at 4 am or sum, and i was like oh shityyyt lemme manifest rq and skrttt out this hoe. So that’s what a mf did 😂😂

Anyways the part y’all’s is waiting for. This is what ya girl manifested

Desired face and body. I was in shock how all the details came to life. Y’all im a solid 100/10 it’s giving natural bbl and Aliyah. I swear to gahhh everywhere I go people be trying to peep. I’m not used to being treated like a fucking celeb everywhere I go, whole time it’s just my fat gyattttt

Being the hottest 16 yr old IT GIRL at my school, and having lucky girl syndrome. People call me a mini jayda wayda, but tbh I’m better than her now. No hoe is ever gonna cheat on meee like they did her…bye. She’s still gorgeous as fuck tho

Perfect school life. Your girl is set to be the Valedictorian when I graduate (my school has 4!) I’m also sophomore year President, captain of the basketball team, apart of some volunteer programs through my school, and so much more. My resume and college application is abt to be so fuckin fire in 2 years. As I should Columbia is a competitive ass school 😤😤 that aside everyone always tryna link, I got 3 guys fighting over me (whole damn love square), so many people tryna be my friends, teachers love me, and I excel in everything I do.

My Family being rich assss fuck. My dad got a Wikipedia now and his net worth is 22 million dollars. He owns a hedge fund company now, we love a man in finance 😍😍 AS HE FUCKING SHOULD. He got a material gurlll daughter. Two in fact now.

Fire ass crib. Bro it’s a 9 million dollar penthouse, perfect for ragers. I woke up here and my room is decorated to my personality, pintrest clothes all in my closet, I got an exotic pitbull and frenchie, and the house is just mad clean and fire, I’m obsessed with it. Rarely ever wanna leave now.

My mom not being strict. That bald headed ass hoe use to be mad annoying. Y’all know how Haitians are. Mad annoying as fuck and strict for no reason. Now I go out everyday and come home at midnight and no one gives a fuck. Everyone minds their own business as they should.

Having an older brother and younger sister. I was an only child, because I was a miracle baby bc my mom was infertile. Now she got 3 of us, so she can stop being only in my buisness. I’m just playin I love my mom regardless she’s just hella clingy. Anyways my brother is mad protective but also be wrestling mad aggressive for no damn reason. He gave me a bruise but it’s whateva Ima get my lick back. I also always wanted to be an older sister, bc I’d love to be a role model! My sister is 10 and adores me soo much it’s so adorable 🥹 lmfaooo, she’s mad spoiled by me and my mom but it is what it is.

Successful lip gloss business and being a successful drop shipper. Now you didn’t think a sista wasn’t gonna give herself a career just because I’m young right 🤨🤨 we’ll ya wrong. Ya girl is making 200k-400k a year. I barely even use my money cause I got an allowance from my parents… but still, financial literacy and wealth is so important to me especially as a black woman.

A pookie bae. Y’all know I wasn’t gonna deal with finding a loyal cute and funny guy in nyc. It’s like finding a needle in a haystack. Anyways I got me a fine ass boo. I just wrote down all the features I wanted in him like for exampleS finically secure so he can spoil me, handsome as fuck, tall, funny asl, kind, little clingy, deep raspy voice, nice hand, good hygiene and style,yanno yanooo !!! Plus some other shit and whewww the void did me so good. Nowww my boo bear is a lil cracker and I’ve never dated a white boy befuh but my am I surprised. I wake up everyday with some long ass appreciation texts and plans already made ! Y’all know I love me a dominant man who knows what he wants. He’s got some nice ass clothes, nice car and crib, made me a passenger princess and spoils me way too much. He doesn’t complain abt my mood swings and simps in the best way possible. Not to mention he’s fine afkkk he’s giving vinnie hacker. He’s also 6’1 and I’m 5’1 so that height difference is soooo hot I can’t lie I feel so so safe with him 🫣 I could go on all day but in short he’s more than perfect

+ so much more but this is what shocked me the most. Anyways I’ve been living like this for the past week and it just feel so natural. I keep forgetting I got into the void but whateva I’m the only who knows anyways. Anyways live yo best life and neva give upppp. I gotta go but I’ll probably eventually make a blog. My names angela so look out for it. I’m just mad lazy soo idk tho !!!

Angela out 🫡✌️

Girl this was so fun to read, I’m just as excited for you lmfao. I love seeing black women win, and thank you for sharing your methods! Enjoy your best life and come back if it resonates with your life bae !!!

[midnight-black2]

imagine being Janns best friend and you travel with him everywhere for his races. you usually stay in hotels…

you get into your shared hotel room just to find out there’s one bed 🫣 (prompt #9)

“i took her to my penthouse and i freaked it” 😻🗣️

I LOVE YOUR WRITING BTW!!!! 🫶

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

pairing : jann mardenborough x reader

synopsis : what the req says basically

disclaimers : fast-pace smut, dom!reader, sub!jann, masturbation (m!recieving), praise (m!recieving), idk maybe more im prob forgetting lol

note : i hope you wanted smut otherwise i guess just stop reading at the smut part if you didn't bc i wasn't sure whether to write it like this or not but uh nonetheless, hope you like it 😭 p.s, i'm glad you enjoy my writing !! 🫶

it was an exponentially long day, and you were ready to crash.

for context, that day was one of janns big races. of course, he placed. he came in first, which was huge. you endlessly congratulated him, but you felt like you needed to do more. you'd figure that out tomorrow, though. now, you were too beat to think about it.

you, jann, and the others that were apart of the traveling team all checked into the lavish hotel that was booked for that night. since you and jann were the most comfortable with one another, you guys always shared a room. well, that night was no exception. the front desk lady handed you the key, and everyone was on their way to their designated rooms.

you entered the key into the slot, before it flashed green and you two stepped into the room. you let your suitcase fall to the ground, before sleepily rubbing your eyes. janns energy seemed to have switched, and the air felt stiff around you. you looked up, and widened your eyes a bit at the sight you were met with. of course, just what you needed.

"are you serious? there's only one bed?" you mumbled, with a low groan. he was pale in the face, looking as if he had just seen a ghost.

"i can just uhm sleep on the floor if you want," jann suggested, swallowing shallowly. you shook your head.

"no, i'd feel bad making you do that."

"well i'm not gonna let you sleep on the floor."

"then i guess we're sharing then," you said, too exhausted to care otherwise. usually, you'd come up with some sort of solution, but this time you simply plopped on the bed, and made yourself comfortable within the covers, allowing the mattress to engulf you.

"a-are you sure?" he questioned, nervously. you nodded.

"mhm," you hummed. he reluctantly got in bed with you. he was wide awake--there was no way he would get sleep tonight with you in the same bed with him. he felt as though he could burst. you wanted to sleep, you really did. but, jann interested you just a bit more than proper rest. you could feel the tension rise, and you glanced over. he didn't seem tired at all.

"you alright, jann?" you asked, placing your hand on his. you definitely knew what you were doing, and wasn't helping janns situation whatsoever.

"y-yeah, i'm fine. just sleep, i don't want you to miss out on rest because of me."

"yeah but you seem troubled," you replied, as you rubbed the pad of your thumb along his hand. "what's up, jann?"

"it's nothing, really. i promise," he threw you a half smile, trying to cover up. naturally, you could see right through him, and he knew that.

"is it about the next race? you have nothing to worry about, you know. you're good, really good, jann. you got first place today. do you know how excited i am?" you explained, squeezing his hand with a smile. "i also feel like i never properly congratulated you."

"but you did, so many times," he laughed. you laughed along with him.

"yeah, verbally, but i feel like there's a different way to show how proud i am."

"like how?"

"however you want, it's your big day, after all," you answered, knowing exactly what was crossing his mind. you wanted him to say it himself, to use words, but you knew he was never too good at it.

"i guess there is something that comes to mind," he said quietly, not making eye contact with you. his eyes darted across the room, as he sat up to his side and rested his head on his elbow. you did the same, admiring him.

"yeah? like what?" you asked. he couldn't find the right words. would he mess it up? say something stupid? oh, he didn't know. luckily, you seemed to have already know what he wanted when you started to lean in, eyes flickering to his lips. his heart skipped a beat--no, his heart skipped many beats. you kissed him feverishly, his lips soft on yours. when you finally pulled away, the two of you were panting and out of breath. he felt heat spread throughout his body, and it suddenly occurred that he may have needed you more than he thought...hah.

you both sat up. you ran your hand down his body, before resting it upon his inner thigh. his breathing was becoming more and more shaky with every action you made.

"are you okay with this?" you queried, wanting to make sure he was completely comfortable. he nodded, but it wasn't enough. "words, jann." he gulped.

"yes, please." you smiled softly.

"good," you praised, hand traveling to his growing hard-on. he looked at you with such pleading eyes, that you just couldn't stop yourself. your hands went to zipper of his pants.

"may i?" you asked. after all, consent is hot.

"mhm," he hummed, nodding. you chuckled, and undid the zipper. you pulled down his boxers with it, revealing his cock. and god fucking damn, was he big. i mean, it was no surprise, he was a tall guy too. but it looked to be about 8.5 to 9 inches, which was difficult for you to comprehend.

"fuck jann," you mumbled, with a small laugh. he whimpered when you accidentally grazed the tip. and he was sensitive, too? could it get any better? he was the full package. you slowly wrapped your hand around his cock. first, you didn't do much. you wanted to ease him into the feeling.

"Y-Y/N please," he pleaded, his brows furrowing.

"please what?" you asked.

"please touch me."

"aren't i already doing that?" you asked, teasingly, but nonetheless gave him what he wanted, and started moving your hand. up and down, creating a slow, steady rhythm. and god, the sounds he let out. broken moans and groans, whimpers and sometimes soft whines. he sounded utterly divine.

"o-oh god," he whimpered, bucking his hips up slightly. you let him do what he wanted. after all, this was a little gift from you anyway. you didn't quite expect to be getting your best friend off tonight, but now that it was happening, it was hot.

he threw his head back, bundling up the sheets in his fist, and his other arm was thrown across his mouth, in hopes of not becoming too loud.

"doing so well, jann. you always do so good," you mumbled, kissing his jaw gently. he moaned, and shut his eyes. he felt like he was dreaming. was this a dream? nope. it was very much so happening, and he was very much so about to cum, already. you sped up your pace a bit, as you thumbed at the tip a little. he whined, furrowing his brows.

"i-i can't, i think im gonna cum," he warned, groaning softly. you smiled.

"cum whenever you want, jann," you responded. that about did it, he came with a silent cry, mouth hung open slightly, panting out of his mind. he dirtied nearly everything within close distance. the once white pristine sheets were now dirtied with his cum, his shirt was messy, and so were his pants. you kissed his lips softly.

"there you go, you did so well for me," you cooed. he couldn't help the smile that creeped up on his face.

well, turns out you found out the perfect way to congratulate him.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[heartsgettingwiser62]

Ok so I think I may be losing my mind over some plastic wrap lmao

But PLEASE look at this and tell me I'm not crazy and this is actually weird:

Karen I'm begging you to explain to me why the fuck do you have 2 plastic wrap packages from different brands UPSIDE DOWN in your kitchen cabinet. PLS.

Is it just me?? Is this completely normal and I'm losing my mind over nothing??? I mean probably but WHY ARE THEY THE ONLY THING THAT'S UPSIDE DOWN AND PLUS THEY'RE COMPLETELY LEGIBLE

So since I've spent the last 3 hours looking at fucking plastic wrap let me share some thoughts:

First of all, to structure this mess in some way, let's look at the dates. First, at the Reynolds Wrap invention date. Bc PLS LOOK AT THIS

Oh. Looks like it was created in 1947. Do you guys wanna know who was also born in 1947??

I. Uh. What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK.

"It could be a coincidence" Dude I KNOW I'm just doing this bc I've spent hours researching about plastic wrap and I NEED to tell someone ok y'all are my therapists ksjdalkj

Now the Glad Wrap was founded in 1963, and some pages say that Kali was born in 1963, others in 1964, and others that in s2 she's 16/17 so there's no way she was born back then; so idk about this date.

Now let's go with the ads, starting with Glad Wrap bc it's by far the most interesting one.

I've seen multiple commercials but none of them seemed to have anything meaningful EXCEPT FOR THIS ONE WHICH IS MAKING ME ABSOLUTELY LOSE MY MIND:

Am I crazy. Do I seriously need to sleep. Or does that look an awful lot like Karen Wheeler??? Especially here in s4????

I mean, the hairstyle and the blond hair, but much more importantly, the outfit.

Like?????? I mean I get that it's 80's white wealthy woman fashion, fine, but that's a whole load of coincidences???

Now for the rest of the ad, the plastic wrap thingy that attacks the woman is pretty interesting, as well as the clock in the background for Vecna reasons. Regarding similarities with the Wheeler's kitchen, I could only catch due to the low quality the bowl with apples and the phone on the wall (you can't see it on the screenshot but there's a phone behind Mike). I couldn't really find anything about the strawberries, but if y'all know something pls tell me

As a bonus, the ad is from 1987, which as far as I know is when everyone guesses s5 is gonna take place in

Now there's no much to see in the Reynolds Wrap ads, except maybe this one:

(Ignore the yt bar lmao) Although not as much as the previous one, the woman's outfit in that frame does remind me of this Karen s4 look, the same look she has on that scene the damn plastic wrap came from.

Ik this is all probably meaningless, buuuut do you guys want more meaningless shit??

Let's go back to the Glad Wrap ad. The slogan for that specific ad is "Don't get mad. Get glad." Welp, Vecna's a fan of this last word bc out of 9 times it's said in s5, 4 are said by him.

Let's take a quick look at the most interesting time he says that word. We're in Vecna's monologue in chp 7, and in the same scene just some minutes before, he says this:

"I could not do that. I could not close off my mind and join in the madness. I could not pretend. And I realized, I didn't have to."

Let's remember the slogan: "Don't get mad. Get glad."

Then, a couple minutes later, in the same scene:

"And soon, others were born. You were born. And I am so glad you were, Eleven. So very glad."

Now literally two seconds before this last line, this shot was happening:

And. Um. Do you. Do you guys know what's used for tattoos. Um.

Plastic wrap???

Do y'all get why I said I've a hundred percent lost my mind sjdfisdjfil

Ok so. That was it. Anyways I couldn't find anything else important about the rest of items in the kitchen shelve. If y'all have a better explanation as to WHY TF are those plastic wrap packages upside down and perfectly legible, PLS TELL ME. This said, goodbye

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 9 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: Idk where this came from but it hella flowed from my angsty brain. Enjoy :) There is a phone conversation in this one. Steve's will be in red.

Warnings: Daddy Steve and Sir Eddie and all that implies (I regret nothing!), Smut, angst, with a dash of fluff, degrading and spanking, reader gets hurt and ends up going to the ER (not because of anything they did! They would never hurt her like that.) Injury is mentioned in detail (bleeding and stitches), I think that's all.

Word Count: 5792

“Hey Maze.”

Your best friend grins at Steve and Eddie as they sit beside her on the bleachers in the rival school gym. The girls Hawkins basketball team had made it to finals and unbeknown to you the boys had made it a priority to be there especially Eddie who postponed Corroded Coffins band practice to come watch you. 

It had taken some time but Masie eventually grew fond of both boys even coming out with you guys to the movies or dinner at the diner in town. After the game began, she couldn’t help but laugh when the metalhead would clap when everyone else did with a vacant expression in his eyes. 

“Do you have any idea what’s going on?”

“No. I just know Y/N is playing and the ball goes in the hoop.”

“Eh. That’s enough.”, Steve grinned as he nudged his friend with his shoulder. 

Hawkins was ahead in score and after every quarter the opposing team seemed to get more and more aggressive. One of the girls seemed to always be on you the same way Billy had with Steve. 

“I’m going to murder this girl if she touches her again.”, Masie growled.

It happened so fast even you barely had time to register it. One minute you were running up the court, the next an elbow was colliding with your face, knocking you hard to the ground. When you didn’t get back up before a whistle even blew Eddie and Steve were on the court. 

The sound of sneakers skidded to your side. “Y/N?! Honey, I need you to look at me, ok?”, Steve lifted your head as Eddie slid his jacket behind it. Your coach knelt beside him as she spoke on the phone with emergency services. “Y/N! Come on, babe.”

“…Fuck me, that hurt…” You try to reach for your head but your limbs feel heavy. 

“No, hey, no. Don’t move, ok? How are you feeling?”

“Heavy…but that could be because I am.” They laugh as you flash them a tiny smile.

“Well, at least your making jokes.” Steve’s eyes meet Eddie’s as he brushes your hair back to expose where you were bleeding. Your head turned slightly towards Masie who was kneeling by your side as your eyes began to tear up. 

“I’m scared.”

The guys hated this. They had never felt so helpless and it was killing them. 

EMS arrived and started treating you before pulling you onto the stretcher. 

“Sweetheart, we’ll meet you at the hospital, okay?!”, Eddie called after you as they began wheeling you away. 

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You grinned as all three of them walked into your room while the nurse was putting a bandage over the stitches near your temple. 

“If you ever scare me like that again, I’ll kill you.” Masie practically pushed the lady out of her way as she hugged you. 

“Oh, look at that. She’s definitely on some good drugs.”, Eddie grins. 

“Yeah, seven stitches and a lot of morphine later.”, the nurse giggled. “She’s going to be feeling it tomorrow though.” She collected her mess, exiting the room, and Masie followed her out saying she had to find a phone to call her parents letting them know she would be late coming home. 

Eddie came up to your side, gently gripping your cheeks as he kissed your forehead. It was honestly the softest thing you had ever experienced with him, making you want to collapse into his chest.

“Are you okay?”

“I…can’t really feel anything…but I think so.”, you smile. 

Steve’s hand slides into your own. “You did good out there tonight. So good in fact that bitch had to take you out completely.” He grinned as you lazily laughed. “Is this a pattern for you? Bleeding and getting into fights.”, he teased. 

“Oh yeah. On graduation, I’ll get my “fuck bitches up” girl scout badge.”, you slurred as the medicine really began kicking in. “Thank you both…for being here.”

Eddie ran his hand through your hair behind your head right as the hospital door flew open again. 

“Sweetheart! Are you okay?!” 

Eddie and Steve immediately pulled back as your mom came in and tugged you into her arms. 

“Yeah, mama. I’m fine—”

“What happened?!”

“Why are you two here?”, you dad asks sizing up the boys with his eyes. 

“We’re, um, her friends.”

“No. Masie is her friend. She’s never mentioned you especially you.”, he points at Eddie. 

“Dad, please… they are my friends.”

“Hm. We’ll talk about that when you are feeling better. You two can leave now.”

The metalhead’s fists clenched in defiance at the way your dad commanded him. Even worse, you were hurt and they didn’t want to leave you, making them feel helpless all over again. 

“Come on, Ed. Let’s…let’s head back. Y/N, call us later, okay?”

You nodded as you watched them hesitate, dragging their feet as they finally leave. 

“Shit. You guys are in for it now. Her parents are about to make this a lot harder for you.” Masie smiled at them with empathy before entering the room as they left.

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Masie wasn’t joking around with her statement. They tried to call you but they were always met with a busy signal. You missed the next few days of school and your friend said that your parents kept checking in on you at night so they couldn’t sneak in again. 

It had been three days since they had seen your face or heard your voice and their anger began to leak through in their every day. Steve got in trouble for snapping at one of his teachers and Eddie tried to clear his mind with a new D & D campaign but he couldn’t focus long enough to get anything together. 

At 2am on a school night, the metalhead found himself glaring into the void, cigarette loosely hanging from his lips as he strummed his guitar when his phone ringing jostled him back to reality.

“Yeah, what.”, he answered angrily. 

“Eddie?”

“Baby? Hey, hey.” He moved his instrument to the side as he removed the cigarette and balanced it in a nearby ashtray. “Hey. Are you okay?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m fine. Am I bothering you?”

“No, sweetheart, you’re never bothering me. Do you want me to get, Steve?” He quickly puts you on hold as he dials the man’s number.

“Yeah?”, he grumbles sleepily. 

Without saying a word, Eddie pulls him through. “He’s here, Y/N.”

“Daddy?”

Steve’s eyes shot open at the sound of your little voice. “Honey? Jesus fucking Christ, it’s good to hear your voice. Are you alright?”

“I’m so sorry for disappearing. My parents were worried because I got hurt and then quizzed me about you both. My dad saw you both touching me in the hospital and he pitched a fit. He said I wasn’t allowed to talk to you guys. This is the first time in the last few days I haven’t had them looming over me.”

“We can worry about all that later. What matters to us is how your head is.”

“It still hurts but not as bad as that first morning. It was awful. I…I just wanted you two to hold me and tell me everything would be ok…”

“Hey, hey now, baby girl. Everything IS ok. When are you coming back to school?”

“Tomorrow afternoon. I have an appointment with the doctor in the morning so I should be back by lunch.” Your sniffles filled their receivers. “Are you two alright? I heard Daddy got in trouble.”

“Yeah, Steve got feisty with one of his teachers.”, Eddie chuckled. 

“I don’t like feeling out of control…”, Steve exhaled heavily. 

 “We were just worried about you, princess. It’s our job to take care of you.” You’re end suddenly disconnected and with that you were gone again. “Ugh! Fuck this bullshit.”, Eddie growled as he picked up his cigarette again.

“Thanks for calling me, Munson. Fuck, I can’t wait for tomorrow. I need to see her face.”

#############

Steve leans against one of the poles outside while Eddie paces during their lunch period in the front parking lot as they wait for you. 

“Where the hell is she?”

Steve shrugs, checking his watch for the millionth time. 

“God damnit! I fucking hate this!”

“Eddie, relax, dude.”

“Don’t tell me to relax, Harrington. I know you feel the same way. I fucking hate this helpless feeling. This is WORSE than when she was in New York. At least then we knew she would call us to tell us she was ok. Now when she actually fucking needs us, there’s nothing we can do?!”

“Eddie?” Their heads whip around to the sound of your voice. “What’s wrong? Why are you both out here?”

For over three days, this is what the metalhead had been waiting for, you in front of him, but seeing you now had him frozen in place. You had a different type of bandage covering your wound than the last time they saw you at the hospital. Your eye just below it was a light shade of purple as it slowly began fading. 

The mixture of feelings coursing through your own body had you stuck as well. You noticed it before they turned around; the erratic energy surrounding them as they waited. You felt it to; the helplessness of not being able to even call them and hear them comfort you. While you rested you often thought about how they behaved at the gym to the hospital. Steve’s panicked tone as he held you commanding you to keep your eyes open. The fear in Eddie’s eyes and the gentle touches when he brushed your hair back as you spoke to them. 

You also couldn’t help but be a little self-conscious of the injury itself. It looked (and felt) a lot worse those first couple of days to the point where even blinking had you wincing. It was beginning to heal though and the doctor said soon they would be able to take out the stitches. You had so many other unorthodox questions you wanted to ask but didn’t know how. For example, with the current state of your injury, could you still be held down and fucked senseless by two handsome men? 

Seeing them now you kind of wish you had because not only did they seem like they had things they needed to release but you desperately wanted them to because you needed it to. You needed them to take out the frustration of the last few days on you because you needed to let it go as well. 

Eddie’s palm ran through your hair down to the side of your cheek. “I-I didn’t realize she hit you that hard. Are you—does it—”

“Not as bad, no. I didn’t either but they are taking the stitches out Friday and he said I can even start playing again by next week. Not much point now…the season is pretty much over.”, you chuckle. “Why are you guys out here? I was sitting with Masie waiting for you.”

“You said you’d be back by lunch so we were waiting for you to park. We… oh fuck this.” Steve’s hand shot to grab the back of your neck, pulling your lips to his. His kisses couldn’t be described any other way besides hungry. When he pulled away, he placed his forehead on yours careful not to hurt you. “We don’t like feeling out of control…”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I tried, I swear, but—”

“No. You were bleeding in our arms. You were scared and there was nothing we could do about it in that moment. Then you were all alone… we couldn’t get to you…”

Eddie tugged lightly on your arm and you fell into his chest. “We felt helpless… It’s nothing you did. I just keep thinking about you in the hospital with those big, sad eyes and we left you.”

“No, hey, no.” You lean back looking up at him. “You didn’t leave me by choice. I know that.” Following Steve’s lead, you reach for his chin and tilt his lips to yours.

The sound of the bell forces you both apart. “I’m not sure if it’s my head or what but that sound is way more fucking grating.” You grin as they laugh, the beautiful noise shooting straight to your heart. 

###############

The rest of the week was a different kind of hell. Everyone kept staring at your face as you walked by, some even asking for the gory details. Masie being the ever-present best friend made sure to shoo them as far away as she could before looping her arm in yours and walking you to class. 

It was wonderful being able to see the guys again but your parents were still hovering over you not even allowing you to go to Masie’s house after school if you asked. Eddie and Steve started behaving a bit differently as well. Friday you finally got your stitches out and by that following Monday you were feeling a lot better. The cut was still visible of course but the bruising and swelling had subsided greatly. 

Even though you couldn’t go to their house, you at least expected them to utilize the time at school like they had previously but they didn’t. It was almost like they were afraid to touch you. 

“Mom, please. I need to get out of the house! I’m much better, let me hang out with Masie.”

Your parents glanced at each other from their place on the couch. “Just Masie?”

“Of course—”

“You know I don’t want you hanging out with that freaky Munson kid or the Harrington boy especially if they are associated.”

“I know, dad.” You tried to hold in your growl as he insulted them. 

“Fine. Are you going to spend the night?”

They nodded when you asked if you could and you excitedly ran to your car as you headed for Eddie’s trailer.

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“Hello there.” A tall, older man opened the door for you gesturing for you to come in. “I assume you’re here for Eddie. He’s…” The metalhead came into view when he saw you from his room. “…right there. I’m Wayne, his uncle. Are you Y/N?”

“Hi, I am. It’s nice to finally meet you.”, you beam. 

“Likewise. I’ve heard some great things about you.” He grins down at you before turning to collect some things from the couch and tugging on his hat. “Alright, Ed. I’m off to work. Don’t burn anything down.”

“Yeah, yeah.”, Eddie waves after him nonchalantly. “I see the wardens set you free.”

“They did. I thought the three of us could spend some time together.” You coyly run your hand down his shirted chest as you smile. To your dismay, he lightly grabs your wrists and places it on your side. 

“That sounds like fun. Steve is on his way right now, actually. We were going to smoke and listen to some music.”

“Oh…um…ok. I’m not intruding or anything, am I?”

“No, sweetheart, no. Go sit on my bed and I’ll be right there.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He paused then, glancing to the floor before flashing you a half-hearted smile. 

Did…Did I do something wrong? Why he is being like this? Maybe Steve will help.

After doing what he suggested, you looked out to his bedroom window to see the boy smoking on his front steps. A few moments go by before a BMW slowly pulls up to the trailer. His eyebrows furrow in confusion when he sees your car and they both have what seems like a heated conversation. Eddie tosses the cigarette in the dirt, dusting off his shorts before they come inside. 

“Hey, honey. Nice to see you out of your prison.”

You softly smile as you rise to hug him but something’s off. Steve usually wraps his arms tightly around you, pressing your head to this chest as you inhale him. This time his arms encircled you for all of five seconds before letting you go. 

“Are you both mad at me?”

“No, baby. Why would we be mad at you?”, Eddie asks as he sits on the floor and reaches for his black tin lunch box. 

“You’re just acting weird… less…like you were before.”

“I have no idea what that means.”, Steve chuckles. As he sits at the end of the bed, you notice his shoulders tense. Neither of them seemed relaxed at all. 

“Oh? You have no idea? Hm. That’s cool. Maybe Billy Hargrove may know.” You gaze shifts between them, gauging their reaction hoping to get any at all that wasn’t whatever they were displaying now. Eddie froze as Steve’s breathing became a bit more erratic but neither responded to you verbally. “Really? Nothing to say? Misters I-take-what-I-want and call-me-by-my-titles have absolutely nothing to say to me?!”

Eddie moved everything to the side as he listened to you speak. Steve still hadn’t really looked at you so you took it upon yourself, reaching for his chin and turning him to face you. His hand roughly reached for your wrist but instead of acting on your action…he let you go.

“Wow.”, you huffed. “Never thought I’d see the day when the freak and the king became bitches yet here we are. What was it, hm? Is it because I made you guys feel something other than lust? Or are you just afraid to live up to your names because I got hurt. I assure you both I just cracked my head open yet I have more fire than either of you this past week!”

You shook your head, rising to your feet and heading towards the front door. A hand abruptly grabbed your arm and spun you back towards the hallway. “Go.”, Eddie pointed towards his bedroom. “NOW!” He shouted into your face causing you to jump as you turned and quickly did as he asked. 

He brought a chair from the living room and placed it in the middle of his bedroom. “Sit.”

As you took your seat, he sat across from you beside Steve whose eyes were clouded over with rage. 

“I always love when you get angry like you just did. It really gives me insight into how you see us and this relationship.” Eddie’s tone was light but his tense body language betrayed him as he lit a cigarette. “We feel things for you other than lust every fucking day but the helplessness was new. This kind of helpless anyway. The kind that makes you want to do whatever you have to…to make sure the person you care about is ok.”

“But I guess that was all for nothing since we don’t care about you. We just want to fuck you. It’s just Daddy, Sir, and Baby, right?”, Steve glared at you. “It’s just titles, sex, and money… Even if that’s the case, we still wouldn’t have played with you because you were hurt.”, he snickers before he continues. “Can’t really play with a toy when it’s damaged.”

Your eyes start to water at his words but you fold your arms and regain your composure as you sit up straighter. You’re not going to show them your pain. 

“Hurts, doesn’t it? Being referred to like that.” Eddie takes a drag from his cigarette and blows smoke in your direction. “Imagine how it makes us feel when you constantly say things like that. That just because you belong to us all we’re capable of is having sexual feelings for you. That we don’t think about you every god damn day and wonder how you are.”

“If you’re alright…did she eat? Did she get enough sleep since stays up till 2am doing her homework? Are Tommy and Carol leaving her alone because she already has enough on her plate with things at home and school…”

“When is she going to spend the night again because my pillow doesn’t smell like her anymore? Why is the clock moving so fucking slow? I just want it to be lunch so I can hear her laugh across the lunchroom. Is it the end of the day so I can wrap my arms around her before we walk her to her car.”

You wiped the stray tear that escaped as they continued. 

“Those feelings were amplified by ten when we couldn’t reach you. I know she’s in pain but I can’t…hold her. I can’t tell her everything is okay. I can’t fucking kiss her and take care of her like we should.” Eddie squishes his cigarette and lights another. “I hope…I hope she doesn’t think that we’re fine without her.”

Steve glances at him as the boy looks down at the floor. “Because we weren’t… Y/N, when you didn’t get back up and you were struggling to even open your eyes… it scared the hell out of me; out of us.”

“Is that why you won’t touch me?”, you ask.

“Yes and no.”

“Guys…”

Eddie blows smoke in your direction again. “Yes because it scared us and no because… fuck it, Harrington. I don’t know how else to say it so I’m just going to. Sweetheart, we have a lot of fucking buildup of emotions from everything that happened and the feeling of not having control. We know that Miss I-like-to-be-used would allow us to release some of that energy but, baby, we…can’t promise we’d be gentle.”

“And with your injury we aren’t sure what you can handle… and we know that if we touch you we, we may never stop so…”

“Then don’t.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, their answer to your question turning you on. “Please… I need it just as bad as you do.”

They hear it to; the neediness in your tone pleading with them. Their cocks twitch in their pants as you squirm in your chair. 

“Maybe when you’ve fully healed, baby.”

“I’m fine, Daddy. I promise. The stitches are out and it doesn’t even hurt anymore. Please…”

“No.” Eddie didn’t say that with any kind of confidence so you knew you getting through.

Standing from your chair, you kicked off your jeans before taking a seat again making sure to leave your legs wide open. 

“But, Sir, I need you. I need you to make me cum.” Your fingers dip under the fabric of your underwear as you run them through your folds. 

“Seem like you’re doing just fine. I’m not sure what a couple of bitches like us could do, right Stevie?”

Steve was losing his resolve; he wasn’t as strong as Eddie. It had been a couple of weeks since he tasted you and all he wanted to do was bury his face between your legs. 

“I’m sorry for being rude to you. I just…it hurt me that you didn’t want to touch me.”

“Hey. It’s not that we didn’t want to—”

“I know, Sir. I know. You were looking out for me. Thank you for always being so good to me.” Your eyes met his as your fingers slide into your entrance. “Fuck… please. Your fingers are so much bigger than mine.”

His eyes narrowed in your direction. “Did you just interrupt me?”

A cocky grin spread across your face. “Yes, Sir, I did.”

Eddie snapped his fingers and motioned for you to stand in front of them. You did as you were told, shivering when his hands finally made contact with your skin as he lifted off your shirt and slid down your panties. 

“Kneel.”, he commands as he points towards the floor. 

They weren’t sure if you could tell but they were struggling so hard to keep their composure. Seeing you like this, on your knees in front of them as you looked up with those big, beautiful, needy eyes, was torture in it of itself. 

Steve’s palm reached out to touch your face as his thumb traced your lingering wound. Your check turned into his touch as you delicately kissed the pads of his fingers. 

“I’m ok, Daddy. I promise. I wouldn’t lie to you…to either of you.”

Eddie’s foot suddenly slid between your legs. “Why don’t you finish what you were doing, princess? Make yourself cum.”

You hesitated slightly, wrapping your arms around his calf as your started to grind your hips, whining when you couldn’t seem to get enough friction. 

“Need something bigger, pretty girl? I like we spoiled her, Stevie.” He chuckles as his hands grip your biceps pulling you onto the bed on top of him. You bit your bottom lip to stifle the moan as he took off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. “Up, up.” He called as he patted his tummy. 

Eddie quirked his eyebrow as if to say you can continue and a whimper left your chest as you slowly began grinding your pussy against him. He grinned as he placed his arms behind his head, watching you. 

“Harrington, you should really come up here. The view is quite nice.”

“I don’t mind what I’m seeing back here.” Steve’s palm lightly came down on your ass eliciting a soft moan. You could tell he was testing the waters so you offered some encouragement of your own. 

“Jesus, Daddy. I like that.”

This time Eddie spanked you a bit harder. “Say it correctly.”

“I—mmm—I like Daddy spanking me.”

“Yeah, you do. I can feel you fucking dripping.”

Balancing on his chest, you rub your hips harder against him, his happy trail tickling you in the best possible way. The sound of the boy’s moan underneath you gave you pause as your eyes fluttered open and met his.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I…I’m not hurting you…right?” It takes Eddie a moment and a cursory glance towards his friend to realize what you mean. His palms grip either side of your face as he brings you closer to his own. 

“Grind.”, he commands. You hesitate before continuing, gripping his wrist for leverage. “Look at me, Y/N. Stop worrying about your body. You should be more concerned about this…”, his thumb glides over your forehead before coming down to caress your stomach. “…than this. You trust us, right?”

“Yes, Sir. I trust you and Daddy.”

He smiles as you correctly answer his question. “Good girl, princess. We know not only how to take care of you but ourselves. If I couldn’t handle a beautiful girl like you rubbing her pretty little pussy on top of me, I would never have put you in that position. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yes, Sir, I understand…fuck me.” Your body trembles above him as you cum, the hair on his stomach now coated with you. “Please…please, use me.”, you beg. “I know you both went through a lot these past few days. I did to. I missed you so much. Please…”

Eddie gestured for you to get off him, standing to remove his shorts and boxers. As you waited, a now naked Steve patted the mattress, signaling for you to lay down on your back next to him.

“Tap twice to get my attention, ok?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His fingers smoothed your hair back as he sat up on his knees and pressed the tip of his mushroom head to your lips. “Open.” Steve placed his cock between your mouth, guiding it in and out with an obnoxious pop before fully settling in. 

The bed shook underneath you as Eddie placed himself between your legs, holding your thighs open for a good view as he spit into your cunt. After lifting your leg over his shoulder, he sheathed himself inside of your core, your eyes rolling back at the feeling. 

He wasn’t ruthless but he definitely wasn’t gentle as he jackhammered his hips into yours. Steve held the back of your head as he pumped into your mouth, biting his lips as both men pushed themselves deeper into you. 

“That’s it, babe. Taking me and Steve like the good fucking slut you are. Fuck, I missed this fucking pussy.” His thumb came down to play with your clit and you mewled as you jerked your head away from Steve. 

“Fuck! Yes, Sir. Please…”

“Yeah? Is that the spot, sweetheart?” 

The other boy wrapped his hand around your throat, lightly squeezing as Eddie slammed into you. Steve’s lips came down to meet yours as you panted against them as you came. The metalhead aggressively placed his hands on your ass, holding you as tightly to him as he could get before roughly thrusting his seed inside of you.

The boys head hung as he tried to catch his breath, his hair blocking his face from your view. His arm slowly rose, wrapping around your thigh as his palm rested on your mound. A tiny gasp left your lips as his thumb casually began flicking your clit again. 

“So sensitive…”, he grinned. “I bet I can make you cum again by just doing this without moving my cock.”

“It’s not hurting you?”, Steve chuckled making Eddie’s grin stretch further along his gorgeous face. 

“A little.” He licks his lips as his eyes remain on himself inside of you and his thumb moving against you. “But, again, Harrington, the view is worth it. F-fuck. She’s just fucking pulling me in.”

Eddie grunts as his face scrunches together, slowly pulling halfway out before your pussy tightens around him and he slides back in. Your eyes roll and close as he moves faster against you bundle of nerves, your hand blindly reaching for Steve’s cheek so you can feel his lips. 

His tongue sloppily glides along yours as his fingers delicately brush your hair away from your face. You pulled away, moaning as the sound of slick filled the room. 

“There you go, honey. Let go and just cum. Don’t think about anything else except the way Eddie feels touching you. God, baby girl, I can’t wait to be inside of you. After you cum on my cock I’m going to cum in this pretty mouth. Do you want that?”

“Y-yes, Daddy. Please.”

“God damn it…”, Eddie mewled, your cunt squeezing him like a vice as you cum. 

Steve kisses your forehead before he and the metalhead switch places. After lifting you up and leaning his back against the headboard, he positions you on top of him so you were facing away with your legs bent at the knee on either side of him. Unsure of what you should be doing, he guided you with his hands, raising your hips and bringing you down gradually on to his dick. 

“That’s my good girl. Fuck. L-lean forward, baby, and balance on your hands.”

You followed his instructions, pushing on to your hands and using them for leverage as you bounced your hips against his own. Eddie sat on his knees in front of you, his hands cupping your face as he kissed your lips.

“How does he feel, sweetheart?”

“Mmm—so good.”

“Yeah? Funny. I thought you said you had some aggression you wanted to get out to. Doesn’t seem like you’re fucking him that way.”

You whimper as you roll your waist, Steve’s hand coming down to smack your ass.

“Come on, Y/N. I know you can do better than that.”, Eddie coos.

“Fuck, yes, honey.” The other man grunts from behind as your lower half hits his as hard and fast as you can go. 

“I know, baby. I know.” Eddie tangles his fingers into your hair as he presses your face to his shoulder while Steve begins thrusting upwards to meet your actions with aggressive motions of his own. 

Crying out, your body shutters as you tumble of the edge.

“Good…good girl, babe. Shit…come…come put those beautiful lips…on my cock.”, he panted. 

His friend released his hold on you as you slid off his lap and adjusted yourself so you could take him in your mouth. Steve held you still as he pumped into until you felt his spend hit the back of your throat. You quickly bobbed your head, utilizing your tongue to grab every last drop you could before swallowing him down. 

You collapsed on to your back trying to catch your breath until a hand slid behind your head lifting it up till your lips touched glass. 

“Drink this, sweetheart.” As soon as the water hit your tastebuds, your hand reached for the cup and chugged the rest of its contents. “Good, baby. Let’s go take a shower really quick, ok?”

You nod as you allow him to take your hand and lead you to his bathroom before preparing the shower. Standing silently in your bliss, you allow him to clean you. 

Eddie is startled slightly when your arms wrap around him and you nuzzle into his chest. He smiles as he holds you to him. 

“I’m glad you’re okay. It’s been a while since I was…panicked like that. When we couldn’t be there for you, I felt like I failed you.”

“No, Sir. Please, don’t think like that. I know my parents made it harder with how they reacted. Maybe after we graduate, we can look for a place together. That way you know I’m safe.”

“You’d want that?”

You lean back, meeting his eyes. “Of course. I’m yours. I’d love to be able to see you guys every day. I mean, we can talk about it. You and Steve don’t have to say yes or no right now.”

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Eddie’s phone blares angerly on his bed side table making Steve cringe into your shoulder and pull you tighter to his chest. The metalhead groaned as the hand you had resting on his back slid off as he rolled over to stop the God awful noise from continuing. 

“Yeah?!...Hey Wayne…Yeah, she’s still here and Harrington to.”

He presses the phone to his chest and without opening his eyes, addresses you both. “My uncle is on his way home and wants to know if we want anything from the diner for breakfast.”

“He doesn’t have to do that.”, you answer groggily. 

“Yeah, Wayne. My girlfriend says she would like eggs and bacon with some coffee and we’ll have the same. Thanks, man.”

Eddie places the device back down and rolls over on his side facing you. 

“You said girlfriend…”

“Jesus H Christ.”, the boy sighs before opening his eyes to meet your glowing ones. “Do you not want to be?”

“No…I mean yes…I mean…”

Steve chuckles behind you. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

“Am I your girlfriend to?”

“I kinda thought that obvious with the speech we gave you last night.” 

Excitedly, you plant a kiss on each of them as they groan playfully. “Now, boyfriends, I think we should at least put clothes on before Eddie’s uncle comes home and asks some really awkward questions.”

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[ilovebuckers5]

✧.*Not Friends pt 3*.✧

Paige Bueckers x Reader

summary - you and paige are feeling the exact opposite this time.

word count - 2.2k (again omg)

themes:

fluff

angst

warnings:

mild cussing

A/N- sorry this took so long to get out. i think what really helped me finish it was paige and aubrey staying!!!!! (idk why tf i keep on making these parts 2.2k words long its a bit annoying)

I've got to admit that the feeling of Paige's lips on mine was a feeling i really missed. the whole incident that happened was really getting to me and throughout the hours that i wasn't with Paige were hard to insufferable but still what the fuck was she doing in my bed. After getting my enjoyment out of the kiss i quickly snapped back into reality. "Paige what the fuck?" i shoved her hands off of my waist and stood up. an annoyed groan came out of her mouth as if i took a toy from a child. "Paige answer me right now! what the fuck are you doing in my bed?" i yelled at her again until an amused look grew in her eyes. she kept thinking that i was a joke or something. "Nika said you were in a bad mood and said that i should…come over." yeah right. i rolled my eyes and stomped to my bathroom then slammed the door behind me.

Paige flipped herself to face the wall that your bed was pushed against while she waited for you to get over what she thought was just a hissy fit. Paige pulled out her phone and began scrolling on tiktok to pass time by. "i'm not going back out there until you leave paige." you yelled out from the bathroom, where you were sitting down against the wall. "you do realize that i came over to comfort you not to piss you off more?" she yelled back. your hands were gripping onto your own hair, literally almost ripping your own hair out. this time you chose to ignore paige's response and stood up to take a shower. "i am taking a shower! when i get out you need to be gone!" you started running a hot shower and began taking your clothes off. before stepping in, you put out a bath mat and played some music. while you were showering, paige decided to stand up and grab her stuff. just as she was about to leave, she walked up to the bathroom door that was locked shut. "y/n? i'm sorry but-" paige began before being cutoff. "i don't want an apology paige just.leave." you yell out loud enough for paige to hear. "i love you." paige said at a volume quiet enough for it to sound like a whisper to you. then paige left. that was it at this point.

a wave of regret flooded my mind and body. i couldn't help but let out a couple tears that mixed with the water in the shower. the hot liquid ran down my bare back at what felt like the slowest pace to exist. i held back the rest of the tears and continued on with my shower. that shower was filled with nothing but tears that i tried silencing. i began to think about all that had happened in the past four days and how much i fucked up. after 2 more hours of sinking in my thoughts, i stopped the water and stepped out onto my bath mat then dried off my body. there was already a dark blue crew neck and some nike shorts laying out on my counter. i changed into those clothes and ignored all my homework and responsibilities by laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling. it was already 9 so everyone was probably getting ready for bed or already in bed. so here i was again sitting in my loneliness just waiting for something else heart shattering to happen. i held onto my blanket tightly and tried falling asleep for hours before i gave up and pulled out my computer. if i was going to rot in bed i might as well get some work done. as i did most of my homework, i kept on thinking about paige. why would she say she loves me. that girl hasn't been in a serious relationship in, what sounds like, forever. and me of all people? i'm quite literally just like any other bi girl in the world. what should make me believe her when she says she loves me? nothing. all this overthinking eventually got me to sleep everything off and by the time i woke up i was fine.

the first thing i did when my eyes finally adjusted to the light that was shining through the window was grab my phone. when the screen lit up the only thing i saw was a reminder that today was the first day of volleyball practice. the coach said that practice starts at 9am but we need to be there at 8am to go over all the other information for transfers and to get a good look at the practice room. it was currently 7:15 am so i guess it was a good time to get up. the entire thought of volleyball did a good job at distracting me from paige and all the other stresses in my life. i looked to the left and saw my empty duffel bag sitting on my ottoman. it was practically staring at me, calling my name. after i stood up and actually woke up, i went straight to the bathroom. i brushed my teeth and washed my face before the thing i was dreading most finally began. doing my hair. my goal was to have two braids going across the sides of my head and then for those two braids to lead into a twisted pony tail. the only problem was that the last time i did my own intricate hairstyle by myself was in high school.

"caroline? are you there?" i attempted to do my hair by myself but failed miserable to instead of putting myself through torture, i called caroline. i was peeking out of the bathroom doorway to see if she was at the door yet. as i was about to go and call her again, there was a knock at the door. "caroline? is that you?" i stepped up to the door and unlocked it. as soon as i saw caroline waiting at the door i pulled her into a tight hug. she laughed a little at my excitement then pulled me off of her. "ok your practice starts at 8 right?" she asked as we both walked back to my bathroom.

with carolines help my hair only took 15 minutes to finish, giving me just enough time to pack my bag and get out do the door. "thank you so much caro!" i yell out as i walked out of my dorm. i shut the door behind me and began walking to the gym. when i got there, there were already a couple girls along with the coach waiting at the gym. some girls were sitting down on benches and others were in the locker room getting changed. before talking to anyone i headed back to the locker room and got changed into a pair of shorts and a shirt that had my number on it, 17. i was already in the appropriate shoes so after changing i took a sip of water then left to go meet everyone. the first girl that caught my eye was a taller redhead. she was sitting on a bench tying her shoes. i walked up to her and tried to make small talk. i tapped the girls shoulder before speaking "hey i'm y/n! whats your name?" the red haired girl looked up at me with a bright smile on her face. "oh hi, i'm abby. your the new transfer right?" i nod softly. "mhm!" abby holds out her hand for me to shake. "well nice to meet you. i'll see you on the court"

During practice all i could think of was abby. usually i wouldn't start liking someone this quickly (other than paige) but abbys red hair wouldn't leave my head. Neither would her ice like eyes. For almost the entirety of the drills, every time i glanced at abby her eyes would lock with mine. after we finished our drills i went over to the benches to grab some water. i stared ahead and watched as abby approached me. i had to tilt my head up a little just to look at her before she sat down beside me. a small chill ran down my back as her arm grazed mine. one thing that i noticed was that our water bottles were the same color, a pale blue with matching silver logos. "hey you did really good for your first practice!" abby nudged my shoulder to get my attention. "oh thank you! you did too" i say back at her with a kind smile on my face. "have you played volleyball for a while?" abby said before taking a small sip of water. "yeah i've been playing basically since middle school. its kind of the only sport i could get into playing." abby nodded along while adjusting her hair. her hair was in a tight slick pack pony tail. no bumps and no fly aways. yet her jawline was still so defined and sharp. it felt like her jawline was cutting me as i stared at it. "you got a good view there?" the redhead said between the hair tie she held in her mouth while her hands worked at her ponytail. my eyes quickly flashed back up to hers and had a look of fear in them now. "i-i'm sorry- i just.." my words were stumbling over themselves. the mixture of abby's eyes staring into mine while she just caught me staring at her jawline sent me into an absolute panic. "its ok dont worry about it" abby nudged my shoulder again as she stood up and went to the locker room to change. after abby left i couldn't do anything but think about the awkwardness in that situation. i fucking blew it.

once i got changed into my previous clothes, i walked back up to abby. she was currently talking to an even taller blonde haired girl. "no yeah i'm so glad to see yo-" the blonde said before i practically intruded the two girls. " hey abby i'm so sorry about earlier i didn't mean to sta-" before i finish apologizing, the blonde stepped forward. "you know its rude to interrupt peoples conversations." i felt my heart drop to my stomach. this blonde girl was so much taller than me, it was painfully intimidating. she looked down at me with a deathly look in her eyes. the three of us sat there for what felt like forever until the blonde finally spoke up. "im just kidding! your totally good! my names jessica by the way, but just call me jess" a wave of relief flooded my body when abby and jess erupted into laughter. "abby was just telling me about what just happened" she slowed down her words near the end of her sentence. "but really girl your fine it was a simple accident. infact just to ensure you that we are on perfect terms…." abby paused to pull out her phone. "put in your number and text me when you can ok?" still in a form of shock, i reach out and type my number into her phone. i had just met this girl 2 hours ago and i already got my number in her phone? insane to me.

instead of going straight to my dorm, i decided to drive over to the girls basketball team house. this whole abby situation was the one thing i couldn't keep inside for the next couple days. as soon as i pulled into the driveway, i slammed my car door and rushed through the front door of the house. i didn't even know which girls were in the main living room and which weren't. instead i sped over to nika's room and saw her sitting at her desk, working on whatever essay she had to do. "nika nika nika guess what!" she quickly spun around to face me. "what what what?" all i could do was jump and squeal around nika's room. without saying anything, i leaped onto the brunettes bed and shoved my face into her pillow while screaming incoherently. nika stood up and grabbed my shoulders and almost yelling in my face. "what is it!?" i took a moment to catch my breath, then explained to nika what happened. " so obviously today was the first volleyball practice and god i sound like a 12 year old but i met this girl her names abby and shes so cute and shes so pretty and i don't even know if she likes girls but oh my god i got her number and we had this like moment where she caught me staring at her jawline and she was all like 'no yeah girl its cool don't worry about' but like I GOT HER NUMBER." the words just poured out of my mouth like water from a waterfall. the more i began to rant the more i noticed nika's eyelids slowly closing. although i wanted to rant more and more about my new girlfriend who is not really my girlfriend but definitely is my girlfriend, i saved nika the boredom and stopped myself.

[roryslut]

goth and metal-eurory x f!reader (use of y/n)

brothers best friend‼️ (euro is 19 in a high school type band, reader is a senior) idk how norwegian school works sorry

warnings‼️ smut, drinking and drugs, making out, ass slapping, fingering, oral f!receiving, p in v, gagging, creampie, the L-word, a meer couple sentences that have just a wee bit of degration and exibitionism

(this is based off sum random pic i saw on here and my love for my bauhaus vinyls and obsession w my set up 💪)

thank you all for being so sweet frrr, i’ve been an anonymous rory lover and all of these fics are from the archive of my notes app over the past few months :)

Y/N is jan axels sister who doesn’t listen to much metal music, she’s more into gothic music. her brother had two friends he started a band with, she only knew the guitarist, oystein, since he was jan’s friend for a while. she stayed upstairs most of the time but around 9 she got sick of all the noise and decided to go downstairs.

As she approached the basement the music grew louder. she opened the door and the music stopped, all of their eyes hit her, making her feel a little embarrassed in her sleep shorts and a sweater.

“jan, can you keep it down or like, idk go somewhere else becuase i am just trying to have some peace of mind…”

the other members looked at jan who said “yeah, yeah we are almost done.”

“thank you” Y/N said leaving and going back upstairs.

“you really let your little sister boss you around like that?” oystein asked, he was a long time family friend and he knew Y/N for a while. they were friends when they were younger but he just kind of changed. “she’s not bossing me around, i just respect her, i mean, she usually is tolerant when we practice at my place.”

oystein looked pretended to be offended “what do you mean tolerant? she should be moved by my amazing guitar skill.” the bassist snickered, “in your dreams” jan replied, making oystein blush a little and the chuckles to grow louder.

oystein sighed and set down his guitar, “im getting a drink,” he states plainly before running up the stairs. he goes to the fridge and retrieves a cold glass of beer. when he closes the fridge door he finally noticed Y/N is also in the kitchen. she is reaching up high to grab a mug from the top shelf but she couldn’t seem to reach it. the sweater she was wearing rode up on her torso, exposing her flat stomach and thin waist which contrasted her full behind, the shorts hugging them well, leaving little room for the imagination. oystein shuttered, he couldn’t tell if it was because he was seeing his childhood best friends little sister all grown up, or because he was overflowing with desire. he will admit it, he has longed for her for at least a decade but nothing ever came of it. she was out of his league and off limits because of her brother, they had hung out a lot as friends but,

(a/n: idk why but when i wrote this i made the back story from euros first person, idk just imagine culkin like narrating idek, good luck.)

“i knew jan protected her with his life. one day when jan and i were in our last year of secondary school, about to graduate, i actually told him how i was feeling. that was unusual to say the least, we didn’t put our emotions into words very often. i told him how i wanted to ask his sister to the prom and how she had caught my eye in the past. he seemed suspicious and hesitant but eventually got the idea and gave me his blessing. i went to the store to get flowers, but they were sold out, i didn’t want to spend gas going to a different store so I just went home. but after that i lost hope, i never went to get the flowers or ask Y/N to prom, i guess i got caught up in the senior work and eventually i graduated, and now i only see her when im at jan’s.”

(okay it’s over, back to third person <3)

he pulled his eyes away and searched for a bottle opener but couldn’t seem to find one anywhere. he held the bottle up to Y/N and she nodded, she swiftly grabbed a spoon. oystein had his hand by the cap and had the bottle set on the table so she swiftly held his hand in place with one hand and with the other, used the spoon to open the bottle. oystein flinched and shook his hand, Y/N laughed, “it didn’t hurt that bad! and look your bottle is open,” oystein just smiled a little, and Y/N almost melted, his smile was beautiful but he never wore it. “you should smile more.” she she stated facing him. oysteins smile dropped almost immediately but the blush stayed on his cheeks and he reddened as Y/N inched closer to his face.

“you look nice when you smile,” she says, beaming and brushing a stand of his hair behind his ear smoothly. she walked away, giving oystein a second to breathe and hide the massive boner inside his pants. Y/N had abandoned the mug and grabbed a beer bottle from the fridge and opened it. “aren’t you too young to drink, Y/N?” oystein asked, he was 19 but not that new to alcohol. “no” she replied, “well, yes and no…” she said taking a hearty sip. “how old are you these days?” oystein asked slyly, Y/N replied with her honest age, “i’m graduating in a couple months.” “wow, you are mature beyond your years…” oystein states, smiling. “maybe you are just behind,” Y/N laughs and then drinks more. they are both about halfway done but the weather was kind of nice out. it was a summer dusk so Y/N and oystein went outside to finish beers and while they were out there, oystein couldn’t help but retrieve a rolled blunt from his pocket.

Y/N was a little nervous because they think smoking weed with someone is very vulnerable but they agreed to oystein and they smoked the joint. “i’ve always wanted to do this with you…” oystein admits, “do what?” she laughs, “idk, smoking together, drinking, talking, anything… i’ve always wanted to know you better.” she looks down, “i wanted to know you to, but you always seemed to push me away when i got to close, you never opened up to me after middle school you know…” oystein feels devastated a little hurt hearing this, he keeps smoking. “i’m so sorry if i made you feel unappreciated, Y/N. i really liked you, like really really liked you,” he chuckles. “i promise,” she smiles, still looking down, “really?” she asks. he goes on, “really! you know i was going to ask you to my prom last year, gosh i remember like it was yesterday. i asked your brother for his permission, it was the scariest shit i’ve ever done. and i was going to ask you but the store was sold out of flowers and i guess i just psyched myself out…” he admits, kind of laughing at the story.

Y/N is surprised since he never talks about his feelings this deeply. “wow, i never knew. why did you get psyched out?”

“i don’t know, you were almost two years younger than me but i was a nobody at that school. you were pretty and had good friends and were nice to everyone. i figured another lucky guy had already asked you, i wouldn’t want it make it weird.”

“wow, oystein i wish you told me, i would have gone with you.” Y/N said, he was kind of in disbelief at that.

Y/N smokes the blunt and smiles, content with oysteins confession, “i forgive you, cheers…” she says and holds up the bottle, “cheers to what?” oystein questions. “cheers to confession…” she laughs and they clink the bottles. “i confess that i really liked you too, well before you slammed the door on your emotions… but i know the oystein i knew is still in there.” Y/N says, seriously, almost in a stern tone. oystein was frozen for a moments time but in that moment he felt like he had gained the wisdom of centuries.

oystein finished the blunt and tossed it, and that quickly he grabbed her jaw and pressed his lips to hers for their long awaited kiss. their lips locked together, so perfectly they thought they would get stuck and never pull away. oystein even ran his tounge over her lips, meeting her in the middle when she got brave enough to try a french kiss. she was a little hesitant kissing someone she had known for so long, it almost felt wrong, but also so so right. her hands tangled in his wild hair and he held the back of her neck, his other hand subconsciously creeping up Y/N’s soft thighs.

after another moment which seemed like centuries, they pulled away catching their breath. they began to arrange their clothes and hair back to normal. “oystein?” Y/N asks, “yes?” “does this mean… that you still you know, like me?” oystein blushes “what makes you think that??” he states quickly. “well, you just kissed me like your in love, and… it’s just- also, i could see your boner the whole time.” Y/N admits, oystein was flustered but they laughed it off, his icy eyes locked on hers and he promised-not said, promised, “the second I laid eyes on you I was yours, yes, Y/N, I do like you.” she smiled and put herself in his arms, “good, i like guys who like me…” and then they both started laughing in each others arms like they used to.

“i have to get back,” oystein says getting up and holding the door back into the house open for Y/N but they eventually speak, “have fun with your death metal,” Y/N says, “its black metal, norwegian black metal…” oystein says smiling, “either way, my bauhaus vinyl is easier on the ears.” she smiles. “well maybe i’ll come up to your chamber and we can listen to it together, how does that sound?” he asks, she responds quickly, “grood… i meant to say great and good, i’m sorry i-.” he had already walked away thinking about how was he going to get rid of this raging boner.

later in the night, the guys had packed up their things, oystein was the last to leave, “hey do you want to stick around and watch a movie or something?” jan asked oystein, “umm, no” he remembered he promised he would go to his sisters room, “sorry man i’m just tired, see you.” and oystein quickly left with his guitar case and pretended to be going out the door but in reality he went to the next floor and knocked on Y/N’s door.

she had been waiting patiently for oystein to come upstairs and when he knocked she started the bauhaus vinyl, hoping he would be impressed with her music taste.

when Y/N opened the door oysteins jaw dropped, she had changed from her pajamas and into a lacey black top and thong that was covered by a sheer robe, tied around her small waist. he couldn’t believe it, she looked so different, so beautiful and enticing, he didn’t know what to say.

“does jan know you are here?” Y/N questioned, oystein shook his head, still in disbelief, “um- can i come in?”

she let him in and he sat on the end of her bed which also was the best place to listen to the vinyl. “do you like it?” Y/N asks. “yes” oystein says smiling, he puts his hands on her waist and begins to inch upwards towards the lacey bra, his hands still over the robe. “i think it’s really sexy…” oystein says continuing, “no,” Y/N laughs taking his hands in her own and interlocking them. “i meant the vinyl, oystein.”

oystein blushed from embarrassment and arousal, “oh- yes that’s really good too.” he nods. she laughs.

she leans into him and their lips meet, his hands returning to her body as the kiss intensified. she reached under his shirt, he felt electrified when she touched his skin and peeled his shirt over his head, quickly reattaching their lips.

the gothic music blasted through the speakers, him still sitting on the bed, she backed away and he bathed in all her glory. she gave him a small tease, untieing the robe and slowly peeling it off her body, revealing her smooth pale skin that shined in the moonlight flowing through the window. the black lingerie contrasted her complexion and he had a sudden urge to strip it off her.

oystein stood from the bed quickly, pulling her in for another kiss, rubbing his large ringed fingers up and down her torso, he reached behind her back and unclipped the bra, letting out a sigh. he pulled it off her, staring for a second at her chest before grabbing her in his hands and fondling her breasts in his hands. “you are so beautiful, god you have no idea what this does to me.”

Y/N moaned at his words which only encouraged him, he latched to her neck and slurped at it like a vampire, letting his teeth graze her soft skin before sucking a hickey onto her throat. “sorry babe, your brother might get mad about that…”

she sighed, “forget about him.” she said, running her hands into his hair. he moved his lips down her body to her chest and began to suckle and kiss her breasts, Y/N continued moaning as she held his face to her, he bit down a little on her nipple causing her to flinch a little and pull oystein by the hair, but he just let out a low moan and the vibrations ran from his teeth to her bud, making her pussy wetter every second. she had to hold on to the desk so she wouldn’t collapse right there.

he got down to his knees, leaving a trail of kisses down her torso. his ringed fingers pulled down her thong effortlessly. he stared at her, but then slid his finger through the folds and penetrated her hole. Y/N let out a lewd noise but oystein didn’t stop, he kept fingering her, making her moan harder and her legs feel like jelly. oystein placed a hard smack on her asscheek and then brought his lips to the clit, kissing and then sucking on it. she felt close already. “oystein!! i’m gonna- please i’m going to cum”

oystein was suprised that she was going to cum this fast but her pussy leaked all over his hand and he lapped the juices up with his tounge. he stood up and pulled her into a kiss, her cum mingling between their lips, and right then, she came on his fingers- hard, his hand was still on her ass and it held her up since her knees had completely buckled under her.

oystein took down his pants and boxers swiftly, Y/N was suprised at his length, “oystein, that won’t fit!” “i’ll be careful baby” he replies. while he took his pants off Y/N flipped the vinyl which is very important. then he was ready. he took her by the waist and pressed her back to his chest, his hard member pressed between her legs, precum was oozing from the tip of his cock. oystein sat back in the bed, right between the speakers and set Y/N on top of him, spreading her legs. “are you ready?” oystein asks gruffly in her ear, nibbling at the lobe. she nodded and he groaned and his cock twitched between her legs so she wasted no time and grabbed it. she pumped it a few times, lubing it with pre cum and her pussy juices. then she pushed him into her, his cock filled her to the brim. “oh my god,” she muttered, he continued pushing in, inch by inch. she didn’t know if she could take the feeling at first. oystein wrapped his arm around Y/N and grabbed her tit roughly, he began moving her up and down his length. “you are doing so good.” oystein praised as he began to speed up, pounding into her messy cunt. she began to moan louder, over come by the feeling. “let me hear you,” oystein says, “they can’t hear you over the music, unless you want them to you little slut.” he laughs, “yeah, i bet you would like that, if your brother came up here and walked in on his best friend pounding his innocent little virgin sister.” Y/N couldn’t respond more than pornographic moans. “i’m-im” she utters, “oystein, cum-“ she speaks and has and orgasm on oysteins cock. he reaches his other hand around her and puts his fingers deep in her throat, pulling her down on him roughly. she was gagged and fucked into oblivion, his hand squeezing her chest. her moans echoing louding through the room with bauhaus music.

oystein finished inside her, he grunted and spurted cum though her. she was oozing and when he pulled out she sighed roughly and let cum drip and bubble from her hole. oystein left a harsh slap on her ass, almost squeezing it like he was milking her pussy. the whole time serenading her with compliments and love that he had for her. “you did so good, baby, god if i knew that pussy was so good i would have gotten it in grade school.” kissing her neck.

then he left, getting a washcloth from her bathroom to clean them. he got dressed and she pulled on the robe, “are you leaving?” Y/N asks, “i’m sorry- i thought that’s what you wanted, i mean, i would have to leave early tomorrow.” oystein responds. “that’s okay,” Y/N says, “do you want to spend the night?”

oystein couldn’t believe it, it’s not like he had never slept over in the house before, he had hundreds of times, but never in your bed. he nodded and got into the bed. they kissed a couple times before he pushed her hair back and stated, “i love you,” it seemed early but they really did love eachother, and they had for years. she blushed and tried to cover her smile with her hand. “i love you, too, oystein, i never stopped once.” she states, cuddling up into oysteins chest and falling asleep.

[ranaissingle]

Take Me Home

Masterlist

Summary: Reader and Austin have a lazy day together at home with some smut at the end. A/N: This was actually a request but I accidentally deleted it (my bad). I loved the request so much that I decided to rewrite everything because I love sleepy Austin (and I am painfully single). I'm pretty sure the requester asked for smut but I can't really remember. Also, why tf is his laugh so cute in this gif? That shirt must be considered public indecency or something. Rating: M Pairings: Austin Butler Word Count: 1.5k (don't ask me how) Warnings: fingering, handjob, degradation, p in v sex, cockwarming (because I'm a whore), other sex stuff? IDK

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The soft sheets of the bed and duvet laying over top of you did wonders to quell cold air but the single best heater in the world went by the name of Austin Butler. Said heater was currently tucked into the fold of your neck, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist, and his hands under your sweatshirt.

He had gone to sleep shirtless last night despite the freezing temperatures and your warnings. In his sleep, he had slowly crept closer and closer to you until he had practically crawled into your skin; which you had absolutely no qualms with. If the repercussion of him not wearing a shirt to bed was that he was wrapped around you by morning, you wouldn't be the one to correct him on his behavior.

You had been awake for at least the last hour but you were content to lay with Austin in your arms. You raked your hands through his soft locks and your other hand up and down his back in circles. The Sun had started to peak through the curtains and shone beautifully against his naked back and golden hair. He sleepily pushed his head deeper into your chest with his lips against your collarbone and tightened his arms around you. He was starting to wake up.

You could probably fall back asleep if you tried, but you rarely woke up before Austin so you would be damned if you let this chance slip away.

"Mmmm Good morning baby" he said as he kissed your collarbone and chest again. His deep voice rumbled against your chest and neck as he spoke.

"Good morning Austin." He could hear the smile in your voice as you hugged him even tighter. There went any plans of holding him for the rest of the morning. Austin reached behind you to reach for his phone on the nightstand.

"It's only 9 we can sleep a little more, can't we?" Austin was usually a morning person so the fact that he wanted to sleep in was worrisome.

"Are you okay? Are you not feeling well?" You pull his head away from your chest with your hands to get a good look at his face. He looked exhausted.

" Yeah, I just had a lot of press to do yesterday so it drained me a bit." You let him put his head back in your chest.

"I will say that having my head in your boobs makes me feel infinitely better."

The laugh that left your lips was Austins favorite sound. He could feel its vibrations against his cheek and he swore that he had never heard something so beautiful.

"Well, you seem exhausted so I give you permission to use them as pillows if you so choose. I want to sleep some more too."

"Well, your highness if you insist." And both of you drifted into a serene sleep.

You awoke 2 hours later to Austin laying open-mouthed kisses along your clavicle and leaving hickeys in his wake. He lifted his head to look at your face as

"Hey baby, you awake yet?" My God, he thought. You looked breathtaking. The sun was shining into your hair and skin and almost lighting you up from the inside. You were both laying on your sides and Austin pulled you closer to push his knee between your legs.

"Austin w-what are you doing?" You knew exactly what he was planning but hearing the way he spoke to you when he was hot and bothered for you made whatever came next even better.

"How bout' I show you instead of telling?" As he spoke, he moved his hand from around your waist to the waistband of your pants. He inched his hand down further and further into your pants until he parted your lower lips and slowly rubbed circled around your clit.

"aah Aus-Austin, i wan- want", you moved your head up to catch his eyes so you could tell what you wanted but he seemed to already understand. He used his other hand to hold the side of your face and pulled you closer to him and only when you felt like you might burst, did he finally place his lips over yours.

He kissed you so lovingly that it almost made you cry. He pressed his thumb against your clit and when you opened your mouth to call his name, he slipped his tongue inside. Austin was a starved man and he kissed you like he hadn't had the pleasure in years and rubbed circles around your entrance asking for permission.

"Please Austin-"

He didn't wait for you to finish. He inserted his finger knuckle by knuckle to get you acquainted with his thick finger. He used his thumb to keep working your clit and the pleasure only intensified when he eventually found the one spot that made you see stars behind your eyes. You wanted to touch him, you wanted to touch him so badly that your fingers were aching and twitching.

"Austin let me t-touch you hmm? Please I wanna feel you."

His answering groan told you all you needed before you reached forward to pull his pants and underwear down to reveal his aching length. He was practically dripping and he panted as you encircled your palm around him and began to pump.

"That's it baby girl you feel so good ugh, you're doing me so well". A whimper escaped your lips at the obscene words he spoke and as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you.

He was almost out of breath when he said, "Can I put it in baby? I need to feel you around me. I know you'll be so warm and ti-"

"Yes! pleeeeease Austin I ca-can't wait anymore."

The smirk on his face and the look in his eyes was absolutely filthy. He pulled your leg farther into the air to slide into your aching hole. His tip teased your entrance for what felt like forever until all of a sudden he was inside of you.

" Umh baby you squeeze me so well. Your tight little cunt is practically begging for me hmm? I know you love getting fucked like this in the mornings. You're a horny little slut aren't you?"

His sentences came accompanied by a thrust of his length and a kiss on your neck.

"You're so b-big Austin. You always fill me up so well." He thrust harder and deeper into you in response to the praise. he brought his hand down from your face to your clit as a reward.

"Aus-Austin im gonna- im gonna cum soon." The moans and whimpers leaving your lips grew louder and winner as he kissed, licked, thrust, and rubbed you everywhere. You could feel everything everywhere all at once.

"Me too baby, do you want it inside?" Austin was also panting and moaning into your neck as he spoke. He wanted to be inside of you forever. He would never tire of how wet you got for him or the whimpers you let out when he got you close to your end.

Austin kept working your clit and thrusting until he felt you start twitching around him.

"Are you almost there baby, i can feel you twitching around me, your little cunt was made just for me." He thrust deeper and harder as he climax drew near.

" No one will ever fuck you like I can huh? I ruined you for anyone else."

"Austin! uh you feel so good. Finish inside of me Austin, please. Can I, can I cum now?" The pleasure was building up so fast and you were starting to get black spots in your vision.

"Yes baby let me feel it, I wanna feel you all wet just for me." He groaned and thrust deeper into you making the bed frame shake with his force. Your body started shaking and he dropped his head into your neck as his hips stuttered.

Austin's cum glazed the inside of you as both of you came together with moans and groans so loud the neighbors would likely be bothered. Austin collapsed on top of you with his length still shoved impossibly deep into you. He tried to reach for the towel in the drawer of the nightstand but you hugged him closer to you.

" Keep it in, I wanna be able to feel you inside of me while I sleep." Your breathy voice tickled his ears and neck as you spoke.

He groaned and lulled his head into your chest "Jesus fuck baby you're gonna make me hard again." Despite his words, he came up to give you a sensual kiss on the lips and tucked your head into his chest as he reached down to cover the both of you with blankets.

You both fell asleep and didn't wake up until well into the afternoon when the sun was setting and the room had gotten cooler.

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This was my first time writing full-blown smut and I'm not sure how I feel about it. I don't think I did too well so ill have to practice that lol. I hope you enjoyed it!

[flodaya]

let me rank all of Z's outfits in 2023

i mean iconic showstopping, i will never get tired of this look

2. thank you valentno for this absolutely dream of a dress, i know her custom valentino wedding dress will be one for the ages

3, i love a good 2000 versace dress, and she absolutely bodied this dress

4. actually my jaw fell to the floor seeing this for the first time, i had been very underwhelmed by her LV looks up until then but this????

5. an absolute crime that we don't have better pictures of this dress :(

6. same goes for this vivienne westwood moment, WHY did we never get any HD footage of this convention

6. next we have this last mintute suit moment, we really didnt get a lot of suitdaya this year so i'm glad they lost the dress (also.... seeing what the dress later i am even more glad)

7. Z really came back in feburary from a long hiatus and vacation with some of the most iconic outfits

8. Z's outfit performing at Coachella, SHE IS THE MOMENT

9. sometimes the hottest outfit a girl can wear is a white tanktop with no bra <3

10. this look would be like in my top three if it had been fitted better, her boobs are literally about to fall out of this dress, @ law i know you retired but DO BETTER

11. does anyone beisdes me even remember this moment? darnell's birthday party dress, oh to have seen more of this dress

12. sooooo CUTE, she is literally so pocket sized,

13. love the top and the silver, dont care for the oversized shorts and suit jacket

14. going into the meh moments, this one was alright, the cutouts are fun, the long straight skirt was underwhelming

15. and 16. two back to back meh-ish LV looks

17. idk on one hand i really don't like this but then again Z looks totally stunning, literally like a mermaid sooooo what else could i ask for

18. i respect the #fashion girlies being gagged over this off the runway schiaparelli look........ but....... no

19. unfortunately i do not agree with mr holland's comment, i mean the top half looks hot as fuck so if we ignore the bottom half of this dress he's right i guess

20. uhhhhhhh

21. i just dont.... get it?

22. i'm not even sorry for putting this dead last

[neverlookatthisblog]

FairPlay

Smut

A/N: this is inspired the song FairPlay 🤪

The night you went out with your friends you wanted to spend time the your boyfriend Jason but apparently he had plans

"Sorry babe me and the boys are going out tonight" you mentally sighed lately he's been acting distant towards you

"You promised we would hang out tonight I even got our favorite snacks" you said sadly

"I know babe how about another night I swear I won't make any plans" he kissed your cheek walking out the door

So for a little while you ate the snacks you had bought for you two

Your friend destiny called you

"Y/N get ready I'm picking you up at 9" she said you had no plans of going anywhere

"Where are we going???" Of course you had some questions

"Taking you to this new club they just opened yesterday" you sighed

"And the whole friend group is going so don't worry" she said

"Alright fine I'll start planning my outfit" you agreed

....

While you were in the process in you got a call from your friend Jack

You and Jack were both in the same group that's how you guys met

"Heyyy stinka butt" you said

"Hey stink" he said playfully

"You heard about the club we're going to tonight" he asked

"Yea I was in the process of getting dressed"

"Really let me see the outfit"

"I said process I didn't say I had the outfit on"

"And that's fine I let me see what you have planned"

"No jack"

"Why not?"

"Because I said so-"

"Fine whatever" he said

"Can you let me get dressed and stop playing on my phone" you said

"How am I playing on your phone-" jack loved messing with you

You couldn't take it anymore so you hung up on him and finished getting ready

What you wore

••••

On the way there you had texted your boyfriend hoping that he was okay

"I'm fine y/n talk to you when I get home🙄" you left him on seen you were just trying to be a good girlfriend making sure that he was okay

"It's Jason isn't it" destiny sigh quickly looking your way while driving

"It's just he's been an ass lately idk but my intuition is telling something isn't right" you said a little worried

"How about you don't worry about him tonight we came here to have fun yeah" she says parking

"Yea" you agree getting out you met Jack,urban,Sabrina and Elena there they were all ready in line

You all greeted each other

"Damn y/n this outfit looks so good on you" Elena says

"Thank you girl" you said

You all made you way inside the club you we're having lots of fun singing your hearts out dancing you did have a couple of drinks because you were out to have fun so why not

It wasn't until Sabrina tapped you

"I don't want you to be blindsided by this but isn't that-" you turned around to see what she was talking about

"No fucking" Elena said

"What an asshole" urban commented

He was in the arms of some long haired blonde girl that wasn't you she had a red dress they were making out

"Your probably mad right now but I just came up with this perfect idea" jack said pulling you to the side away from everyone

"So what's you plan" it was so hard for you not to walk over there and throw hands

"Okay look"

"Jack I don't have time for any games right now-"

"Will you just listen for sec" you huffed

"Okay so boom what if we make out with each other to make him jealous" he said you smiled

"Jack is this an excuse to kiss me or something" you asked

"I- are you down or nah" you agreed to it because you loved being petty

You grabbed jacks hand walking over to the couch where your now ex boyfriend and the girl he was with making out

You sat down on the couch across from them he noticed you of course he noticed you

Jack sat next to you

You made eye contact with him grabbing jacks face and kissing him you still having your eyes on your ex boyfriend

You kissed jack for a good 3 minutes before pulling away you could tell that this got under Jason's skin you smiled he before you jack got up walking away

"Oh my god that was the best plan ever" you said

"I know I know don't thank me" he said you slapped him on his shoulder

"You guys!!! What the hell was that" Destiny said in shock

You guys all talked you felt someone tap you

"Can we talk for sec" Jason said

"No"

"Y/n please" you rolled your eyes you told Elena you'd be back

You walked outside

"What" you said

"No y/n what the fuck was that back there"

"Oh no you don't get to be mad at me when you're the one that was all over that blonde bitch" you said starting to get mad he was trying to turn this on you as if it was your fault

"If anything I should be mad at you because I've been nothing but good to you and this is how you treat me You don't deserve to be with me and we're done so you can pack your stuff and get the fuck out of my house" people around watch you sigh walking back into the club not letting him even explain himself

"Hey guys I'm getting tired" you said it was a lie you just wanted to get out of this environment now after it being ruined

Jack stood up

"Hey urb are you fine with riding with them" he asked urban nodded before you and jack walked out

"C'mon" Jack said leading you out making eye contact with jason as you made it to jacks car he opened the door for you

...

During the car ride you and Jack talked it even got kinda emotional (for you )

"Am I good enough jack" you asked him as he pulled up to your driveway

"of course you are why would you ask that"

"I mean with everything that happened to night I just-" you sighed

"Don't think about that asshole you are more than enough no man should have you questioning your self worth" jack said grabbing your hand for reassurance

"Matter of fact let's not call him a man let's call him a boy because that's what he is acting like" he said

You smiled Jack always knew ways to make you feel better about anything when you are sad

Your mind start think

'maybe jack would treat you better'

'maybe he was the right person for you'

Without thinking you leaned in and smashed your lips against his

You knew after that kiss earlier at the club, it would change forever for the both of you while in the car you couldn't stop thinking about how it made you feel

it was like having your first kiss all over again and you didn't want this feeling to end

You pulled away

"Y/n" jack said

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to I just-" jack shushed kissing you again this time it was more rough and hard you had no problem with it

•••••

You both rushed into the house shoes and clothes on the floor

Jack layed you on the bed after carrying you through his house

Grabbing a condom from his bed side you waited for him

He walked over to you without saying a word he pulled you closer by your thighs

He slowly thrusted into you making you lightly moaned at the feeling of him stretching you out

"Fuck" jack moaned leaning into you kissing your neck making you wetter

"Could you go faster?" Jack nodded his head going faster

"Oh my god J" you moaned you couldn't hold it in anymore the feeling of him being inside you made you go crazy

"Y/n" Jack grunted thrusting hard into you making you gasp

You wrap your legs around Jacks waist making him go deeper thrusting into you

"I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist" he jack nibbling on your ear making you shiver a bit in excitement

"Jack!!!" Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hit your sweet spot

Jack grabbed your legs pushing them as far back as he could

"Damn baby! You're a lot more flexible than I thought"he said

"Now is not the time for jokes Jack-" you said but got cut off when you felt Jack started to rub your clit in circles

"Your right that's why I'm treating you how you deserved to be treated" he said you felt a tear fall down your face because of the sensation nobody has ever made you feel this way

"I'm gonna cum" you warned him but he kept going smiling as he watched you break down over how good it felt

"Come on princess I got you!" Jack encouraged you which helped cause in less than a minute you came undone

Jack pulled out you raised an eyebrow

"But you didn't-" you said but got cut off immediately by Jack

"It's fine don't worry about me just relax while I go run you a bath so you can get clean up

"But I don't even have clean clothes jack" you said you were worrying when you didn't even need to but it was just the way you are

"It's fine I'll let you wear some of my clothes while your clothes get washed now would you stop worrying" he said you nodded he walked into the bathroom

you heard the water start listening to it you felt yourself drift off to sleep that was until you heard your phone dig

It was a text from Jason that read

"Can we talk I really don't wanna lose you I love you to much to let you go" you sighed rolling your eyes at the Text you weren't stupid and you sure as hell wasn't gonna take him back

You began to think though

'How long has he been cheating on me?'

You quickly snap out of your thoughts when you see Jack coming out of the bathroom to tell you that your bath is ready you get up with jacks help me getting into the bath

[the-family-business-83]

Unexpected Calling – Part I

Masterlist - WIP

Fandom: Marvel

Prompt: A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in short change and a letter handwritten by a 9-year old girl.

Type: Series

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader's daughter (platonic obviously), Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: fluff, action, slight angst, might get smutty but idk yet

Warnings: Be prepared for some adult language! Nothing too crazy in this first part though, we're just getting started so that's my only warning for now.

Word count: 1.6k

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This post was Beta'd by @mariekoukie6661. Thanks a million!

A/N: Thought I'd throw my hand at a prompted fic! Hope you guys like it, I'll add a chapter directory and update as needed as the next parts are posted. So stay tuned 👀 Text dividers made by @firefly-graphics <3

Every morning is always the same when you're paid to kill. He'd been trying to be better about the whole actual killing part lately, but that didn't change his morning routine very much. He woke up to the sound of his alarm clock going off—yes, he still used one. If you asked for his reasoning, he'd tell you it's because it's less complicated and you can always count on it to work because it simply stayed plugged into the wall; in the event that the power went out? It had batteries for backup power, and you can't find that kind of peace of mind with just the alarms on your phone. He's still an old soul, sue him. He woke up at 6:45 am, on the dot, every morning without fail that way so it was rather effective.

After the blaring sound of his trusty alarm clock came the process of forcing himself out of bed and cleaning up for the day; shaving if necessary, freshening up, getting dressed, the works. This was generally when he'd change his appearance should the need arise, as well. But he didn't need to do that this morning and so he flicked the light to the bathroom off as he left the room when he was finished, heading out to his kitchen thereafter. The next step? Food. It was always 7 am sharp by the time he got done with his wakeup process, the only time that changed being when he added any extra steps in the bathroom. And breakfast was always simple: a cup of hot black coffee, sliced avocado, and bread toasted to perfection with an egg over medium to be dipped in. And it never failed to be a pleasant way to start his morning, usually followed closely after by a session of watching the morning news. He found it a good way to see what was going on in the area and across the country so he could plan accordingly.

If he didn't have a job, which by chance was the case today, he'd generally find any sort of quiet way to spend the rest of his morning; reading a book, cleaning up all his weapons, or a walk in the park if he felt like it. Today, he felt like it. And it was mostly peaceful, if you excluded the grating sound of car horns, tires squealing, and buses chuffing past. And of course, if you chose to ignore the rumbling from the subway, the people shouting either in their urgency to get to work or just simply because they were an ass, then it was really utterly plain and quiet to walk through Central Park. By this point Bucky had truly gotten used to it. He supposed in some ways it wasn't too much different from his home in the past. But that didn't mean he liked to spend too much time there anyway. So long as he got out and went back home just in time, he could skip the gradeschoolers and dog walkers that came around for the afternoon.

There had been nothing unusual about his day so far, and he liked that. He liked the rhythm of it all, and how it always went according to his carefully curated schedule. He began the process of unlocking his apartment door after making his way up to his floor, and pushed it open to take a step inside. Crunch.

What the helll...?

Bucky frowned as, seemingly, something sat under his boot and crinkled where he'd stepped, making the same sound again as he carefully pried his foot off. The poor, crisply folded, paper envelope that had earlier been slotted through his dead-drop, suffered a dirt-covered footprint but aside from that, it seemed harmless and intact as he picked it up to inspect it. A curious thing to find when you hardly get mail aside from the bills. What was even more curious was the contents within it, feeling a bit lumpy and—quite frankly—heavy for a letter-sized envelope. He closed the door behind himself with one hand, locking it once again out of habit while the other kept hold of the envelope. Moments later he flicked out a switchblade to slice it open revealing not only a handwritten letter but also $23.42.....Exactly. All in small change.

It was quite honestly the oddest thing he'd seen or received to date, and that was including the number of quite-literal backstabs he'd received, numerous other maiming injuries, and the odd encounters he’d had with a talking raccoon, tree, and robot...man…thing. To name a few. That was also including the number of odd jobs he'd been offered and peculiar payment methods he'd been given. Never had he come across such a specific payment with a letter that….upon further inspection….looked as though its penman couldn't be much older than 9 years old, at most.

'Dear mister,

My name is Rosie Jones. I am 9 yeers old. My mommy says you're vary good at helping people. Well, I need your help. Mommy also said you like to be paid for helping, so I broke my piggy bank open so you wood help us. Mommy doesn't know yet thoe, so please don't tell her.

My mommy dissuhpeered disappeered last night. She told me to hide and I did but now I can't find her and so I need your help mister becuz you're really good at finding people too, mommy said so. Please please help me find my mommy, I don't know what to do mister.

– Rosie'

"You've gotta be shitting me." He muttered to himself. The first question Bucky had, quite honestly, was how did this little girl even know who he was? Or where he lived? Not many people did, if any, truth be told. If they did? They were usually dead within minutes. It was one of many reasons that kept his renowned status intact. But here he was, sitting at his own table, with proof that some little girl knew both of those things. Frowning down at the paper and envelope of change, the assassin ran his hand back through his dark brown hair momentarily, processing what he'd just read. On one hand, it could be an elaborate trap. By all rights he had to assume it, considering the nature of the letter and the fact that a little girl of all people had written it. But on the other hand, there was a certain dedication there that he simply couldn't ignore. And some part of him couldn't help but at least look into it. So moments later, the man was pulling out his laptop and began searching for answers, anything that could give this little girl's story any sort of credit.

Much to his surprise? It checked out. Every last bit of it. There was a mother, connected to the Rosie Jones in question, who had gone missing under rather mysterious circumstances. "I'll be damned, mystery kiddo."

'Y/N Jones, aged 37, a single mother, was nowhere to be found the next morning after reports came in that a struggle and silenced gunshots were heard from the house that night.'

He probably could have gotten away with just keeping the money and letting it go. It was some little kid somewhere hoping for someone to hear her plea, he could get away with it. But it was that name…. he'd seen it before, he knew he had. In all fairness though, he really only remembered faces exceptionally well. Names didn't matter in the long run, names didn't tell him who he was shooting within a crowd of people. So why did it keep nagging at the back of his mind?...

Spoiler alert: he shouldn't have went digging. He should have just left it alone. But he had always been a curious mind and he was nothing if not thorough on top of that. Popping open the top to his bottle of whiskey, Bucky carefully poured out a favorable portion into a glass tumbler, before letting it down onto the counter as he heard an agreeable noise coming from his laptop to signal it had finished its task. Glancing over his shoulder, he sipped on his drink as he made his way back over to the table, having waited for what seemed like an hour to get the information he wanted. And the minute he looked at the screen was the very same minute he regretted it.

He knew that face.

He knew it like the back of his hand almost, he knew it the same way he knew the taste of bourbon or the sound of a .22 magnum. That was the face of Y/N Y/L/N and it was a face he had been trying to forget for years now. But most of all he knew it was a mistake to have even touched this with a ten-foot pole. Because now he had a target, he knew what the target looked like, and he had been paid in- well, maybe not-so-full, but in 9-year-old currency $23.42 was basically a million dollars considering it was all her savings.

In short?

He had to do it now.

He knew that. And it damn near made him groan at the prospect. Because this was going to be a long-ass job, and if he was going to ensure the rescue of that little girl's mother, then he needed to ensure that child's safety. The less leverage the 'enemy' had, the easier his job was. So as he sighed out, "Damnitall, this better be fuckin worth it kid," the hundred year old assassin finished off his drink and went about packing his things to take on a job that he never asked for, but knew damn well he was stuck with until it was over.

But at least if he had to go through with this, he was going to be damn sure he did it right, that was for sure.

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[parkerpeter24]

warm confessions

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

warnings ➳ SMUT. 18+, fluff, idk the description of the smut is not very good 😭

w.c. ➳ 3.4k

summary ➳ peter and you have always been great friends but when the radiator in your shared apartment breaks, the two of you are left with some things unfigured.

thank you to @glowunderthemoon for proofreading <33

you woke up early in the morning that saturday to get started on your assignment because you knew it would never get done until you forced yourself to do it. december was already around and the wind took a few leaves with it as it went, colder and colder.

you had started your work at seven in the morning. you checked the time again once peter was up. 9:34 am. your work was halfway done. you could hear the brunette rummaging around his room before he came outside, carrying the blanket he was sleeping in draped around his shoulders.

“good morning.” he mumbled, sitting on the chair next to yours.

“morning!” you gave him a smile before going back to typing away on your laptop.

“what are you doing?” he asked, taking a peep at your screen.

“i’m working on what you’ve already finished.”

peter waited for a while, probably not to seem rude, but he was feeling extra chilly this morning and his mind was craving the one thing that could fix this, “hey, can you make us a hot chocolate.”

“sure.” you replied, making peter give you a big smile, “after i finish my assignment.”

since then, peter had asked you every minute if you were done with your work and to make him a hot chocolate, to which, every minute you replied, “the college degree isn’t gonna get itself.”

“please make me a hot chocolate.” he gave you his best puppy eyes. you sighed.

“why don’t you make it yourself?”

“i like yours better.” if this was any other day, you would have smiled and felt your cheeks warm up, but right now, your priority was the work, that you knew if you got up from that chair, would never get finished.

“peter-”

“i know. i know.”

“the college degree isn’t gonna get itself.” you both said in unison, making each other laugh.

“why is it so chilly anyway?” peter said, finally giving words to his thoughts.

“it’s the radiator.” you told him, “remember how you always forget to turn it off before leaving for college?”

peter scoffed at your question, “i do not!”

“exactly. you do not turn it off.”

“you’re using my words against me.”

“peter, that college degree-”

“oh my god, you really love that assignment.” peter chuckled, getting up from the table, “i’ll leave you but promise to make hot chocolate when you’re done.”

“will do! now, go.”

you were done with the assignment almost thirty minutes after that.

you walked into peter’s room, carrying two cups of hot chocolate, and found him buried inside his blankets from head to toe, his laptop in front of him, playing a documentary on serial killers.

“boy you’re really into criminals.” you quipped.

peter turned to face you with a smug look, “i’m really into catching criminals.” you shook your head at the your stupid, genius friend before placing his cup of hot chocolate on his bedside table, “come cuddle.”

you and peter had cuddled before, mostly on movie nights when you accidentally fell asleep over his shoulder and he had to carry you to bed– but those incidents had been unintentional most of the time. hearing him say those words so casually made your heart flutter inside your chest.

“i’m not watching your criminal documentaries.” you announced before getting under the blanket, carefully holding the hot chocolate cup in your hands.

peter sat up, resting his back against the headboard, similar to your position. he reached out for his cup, not before giving you pouty lips, “what do you wanna watch?”

“the big bang theory?”

peter gave it a thought before finally giving in and switching the documentary for the sitcom. the two of you spent the whole day laughing and chatting in between the scenes, sharing stories whenever you found something relatable to yourself.

at some point you fell asleep with your head on peter’s shoulder. when he looked over your face, a small smile settled on his face, a warm feeling in his chest. his heart picked up speed when he realized how close your faces were, so much so that his breath was fanning over your soft lips. he shook the thought out of his head and turned down the volume a little. before he could help himself, he turned his eyes back towards you, not expecting you to be looking right into his eyes, with part lidded eyes of your own.

peter froze, not knowing what to do. you seemed like you had woken up from a dream, your hair a little messed from where you had nestled it against the brunette’s shoulder. peter didn’t dare move a muscle but your eyes never left him.

and then it happened. you moved forward and captured his lips between yours. the kiss was so short-lived peter wasn’t even sure if it should be called a kiss. maybe it was a peck but that didn’t stop his heart from beating wildly.

then it happened again. this time your hand moved to the back of his neck and this was a real kiss. your lips moved lazily against his, humming softly. the vibration reached every nerve of peter’s body, pulling a sound out of him like yours. however, to his disappointment, you had moved back before he could place a hand over your waist. your “best-friend” noticed your eyes remained closed. you mumbled a few words and fell back to your peaceful slumber.

‘what just happened?!’ peter thought.

the next few days for peter were weird at a supreme level. he didn’t want to avoid you, but he couldn’t stand to face you either. he felt guilty for kissing you back, his hand was almost under your sweatshirt for crying out loud. ‘best friends aren’t supposed to do that!’ he told himself.

you, on the other hand, were extremely confused as to what was wrong with peter. every chance you found to talk to him, he found a way to run away from you. if you walked into the kitchen while he was in, he would just rush out making an excuse; and there was no way of reasoning with him.

“peter i-” the brunette was alarmed as soon as the words left your mouth, earlier today.

the same mouth he’d kissed two days ago.

he backed away from the stove, making his way outside the kitchen, “i gotta leave. um, for an hour, so don’t wait for me here.” he laughed nervously, “bye then.”

“what about your breakfast?” you ask, pointing to the egg that was still on the pan, getting cooked.

“oh, i-i want it to be well cooked, so.” he shrugged.

“for an hour?”

“you can have it.” he said, rushing out of the kitchen.

and out of the apartment, as you heard the front door shut behind him.

when he made it back home– two and a half hours later– peter cracked the door open as slowly as he could, peeking inside to see if you were in the living room. when he didn’t see you, he tip-toed his way inside, closing the door behind him as quietly as he could.

unfortunately, he was met with your frame leaning against the adjacent wall as soon as he closed the door. how had he not sensed you, was his spidey sense not working now? in all honesty, you weren’t a threat to human civilization or so peter guessed.

“y/n.” he mumbled, standing straighter now that you caught him.

“your omlette is burned, but if you still wanna eat it, it’s in the dustbin.” peter could tell you were pissed.

“look, i’m sorry, i-”

“why are you avoiding me?” you cut straight to the point.

“i’m not?” peter tried to reason but the look on your face told him to not beat around the bush, “the other night, when we were watching the big bang theory…” you nodded, letting him continue, “you fell asleep on my shoulder and… well, i think you were dreaming.”

“wait, did i- was i talking in my sleep?” you felt your cheeks warm up. that dream, it was printed in the back of your mind. you clearly remembered being in a library with peter, where he told you about the feelings he’d harboured for you since childhood– you two hadn’t even known each other since childhood– and then you told him the same, and pulled him in for a-

“no, no. you never said anything, you just. um well you did something…” peter’s cheeks were a shade of pink.

“w-what did i do?”

peter’s eyes were focused on the ground or at the walls since the beginning of this conversation, but as he muttered the next three words, he stared deep into your eyes, “you kissed me.”

“what.” your eyes widened, feeling panicked and guilty and ashamed and maybe a little hopeful, “that’s why you weren’t talking to me.” you realised.

“i-it isn’t like that.” peter said and you looked to him, “i’m sure you didn’t want to kiss me.”

“did you want me to want to kiss you?”

there was a moment of silence before peter mumbled out, “maybe.”

“good. because i did.” you said, taking a quick step forward and placing a quick peck over his lips.

that caught peter by surprise, but in under two seconds, you were pulled against him, his arms around your waist pulling you as close as possible. you ran your hands through his hair as your lips moved against each other.

when the two of you parted, heaving, you gushed out the words you’ve been meaning to say for the longest time, “i really, really like you, peter parker.”

“i really, really like you too, y/n y/l/n.” he chuckled, pulling your mouths together again. this time, the kiss was more serious than the previous one, more eager. you tilted your head, noses bumping, tongues clashing in a sweet battle that was resolved only when you two needed to breathe, “let me show you how much.”

you nodded, giggling when he intertwined your fingers and ran towards his room with you. the two of you made your way inside. you cupped peter’s cheeks, pulling him in for another kiss as he led the two of you towards his bed, lips never really leaving the other’s alone until you were on your back, peter holding himself on top of you in a planking position.

you always did like peter’s room a little more than your own. it was better organised and always smelled like fresh roses, thanks to his laundry detergent.

“hey,” peter nudged his nose against yours, grabbing your attention as you hummed, “you okay with this?” he asked, gently placing his lips against your neck.

“yes.”

scattering a few kisses along your neck, he reached your collarbone, sucking gently on the skin as you closed your eyes, a ghost of a moan leaving your lips. your hand was placed at the back of his head, gently tugging at his brown curls and subtly guiding him until he found your sweet spot.

he nibbled at your skin, sure to leave marks for later, before making his way back up to your lips.

peter’s hands finally made it under your sweatshirt and you more than welcomed the warmth of his touch, breath hitching when his hand reached the underside of your breasts, “can i take this off?” peter mumbled against your lips, breaking the umpteenth kiss.

you nodded.

“say it.” the words would sound like a demand but peter’s tone was honey. a request that you just say one word in case you wanted him to stop.

“please, peter, take it off.” you breathed out and he was on it. peters fingers slid the material up and up your torso, you helping him my leaning up on your elbows, until the cloth was discarded onto the floor. peter’s eyes raked over your body and he gulped, finding himself breathless.

“gorgeous.” he met your eyes and your heart picked up speed. pulling him back on top of you by his science pun t-shirt, you kissed him again, tongue sliding past his lips.

“you’re gorgeous.”

“we can have a competition on that topic.” peter chuckled as his hands went around your back to the hook of your bra. his voice dropped deeper than you’ve ever heard him talk, “can this go next?” sending shivers down your spine.

“i think it’s your turn now.” you whispered back, tugging at his t-shirt.

“makes sense. why don’t you take them off?” peter pulled back, sitting on folded legs as he waited for you to get up and do him the favour.

you sat up, pushing his jacket off his shoulders, piling it on top of your discarded piece of clothing on the floor, his t-shirt was next. your eyes raked over peter’s toned chest and the taut muscles of his abdomen, “dude. you don’t go to the gym?”

“i don’t.” peter confirmed, chuckling a little sheepishly.

“oh please, there’s no way.” you wondered, running down a hand over his sculpted muscles.

peter pushed you onto your back once more, blushing when your hand refused to leave his chest, “now your turn.” you raised your eyebrows in mock offence.

“alright, perv.”

“i’m not-”

“i was joking, i was joking, i know.” you chuckled before cupping his cheek with one hand, scattering soft kisses all over his face.

peter’s hands were around your back once again, trying to get your bra to unhook, “easy, mr. i-don’t-go-to-the-gym guy.” you nudged his nose this time, your hands sliding back to pull apart the hook, leaving it up to peter to take it off.

peter did just the thing, pulling away the fabric gently, giving it a place on the floor as well. his eyes took in your sight, partly naked in front of him. his heart did a little flip, thinking about the intimacy of the moment. you were just his in this moment. and he was yours.

his hand reached up, cupping one of your breasts, kneading the skin gently. this time it was the loop of his jeans which helped you pull him back closer to you, “god, y/n, you’re so beautiful.” he mumbled, making you gasp when his thumb brushed over your nipple.

peter, once again, worked his way down your body. his lips leaving kisses along your clavicle before he reached the curve of your breasts, lips latching onto the swollen bud. you moaned, feeling his hot tongue against your skin, “peter, p-please.”

“please what, princess?” he looked up at once, making your eyes meet.

“i-i want more.”

peter nodded and complied faster than he had to any command in his life. his lips trailed against your skin, down and down until he reached the hem of your lower, hooking his fingers under the material.

“are you sure, this is okay, baby?” your heart melted at that question, and these new nicknames– you had to admit– were sounding like they were only meant to said to you by peter parker.

“yes, please take it off, pete.” you mumbled quickly.

he nodded, working the lower down your legs. to you, it was a painstakingly long process but the moment it was finally off, peter was situated between your legs, fingers now tugging at your panties. you let out a shaky sigh, feeling his breath fan over your sex.

peter focused on your heartbeat and noticed that it was faster than it was a few seconds ago, “everything okay?” he crawled back up in his previous position, face to face with you, “just tell me to stop and we can.”

“n-no, it’s not that. i just… i haven’t shaved, or anything.” you admitted.

“oh. that’s totally normal though.” peter’s voice felt genuine, making you believe in his words, “but if you don’t want to-”

“i want to.” you nodded, placing another kiss on his lips.

the next time peter’s fingers hooked underneath the hem of your panties, you lifted up your pelvic slightly, helping him slide them off. his lips never left yours. his hands, however, traveled down, getting used to every curve of your body, passing over the patch of hair until his fingers were in contact with your clit. you moaned against his lips, him swallowing each one of them.

he flicked over the bundle of nerves with his thumb, two fingers traveling further into your core, making your back arch. your best friend? pushed you back into your place, fingers finally moving in and out, spreading the wetness from your arousal around your cunt.

his fingers curled gently when he was deep inside, stroking that spot inside you perfectly every time he pulled them back and pushed back in again. you would be a whimpering mess if peter wasn’t connecting your lips in a kiss every five seconds. he knew you were looking for a release, leading him to speed up his fingers, thumb nudging at your clit every time he moved. you finally came undone over his fingers, a moan, louder than the previous ones, leaving your throat.

your breathing was heavy when peter rested his forehead against yours. he could feel your pulse where his fingers stilled inside your warm hole. the feeling sent something animalistic throughout his whole body, feeling himself twitch inside his trousers.

when you finally came down from your high, peter gently pulled out, getting up slightly to lick his fingers clean. you watched the very scene unfold in front of you and felt yourself get even wetter. peter sensed your need, unbuttoning his jeans while your hand quickly travelled to the drawer of his bedside, pulling out a condom.

the remaining clothes were finally thrown to the floor and there were the two of you. completely vulnerable. you eyed him stroking his length a few times and couldn’t help yourself from biting your lower lip, “p-peter, need you.”

“i’m right here, baby.” you hummed, ripping open the packet of condom and handing it to him and he rolled it over his cock before climbing on top of you once more, “we make such a good team.”

you chuckled at his quip, “we definitely do.”

“tell me if you’re not comfortable with it and we’ll-”

“i know, peter.” you smiled at him reassuringly, “that goes the same for you, okay?”

“yes.” he nudged your nose with his one more time, positioning himself with your core, pushing himself in, inch by inch until he was completely inside you. the two of you took a few minutes to get used to the feeling of each other, your legs wrapped around peter’s waist, his head resting against your forehead, “you feel so good.”

“you feel so good too.” you said, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, as if pulling him closer was even possible.

“c-can i move now?”

you nodded, “yes, please.”

peter pulled back gently at your request, before pushing back inside, setting a slow rhythm for the two of you until you both had adjusted to the feeling. eventually, peter sped up his actions, his hips rutting against yours, pulling out lewd sounds from both your lips as well as your pussy. his hand travelled down to stroke your clit, your moans only growing louder. you could hear peter curse under his breath and muttering sentences like, “can’t believe you’re finally mine.” mindlessly.

it wasn’t much later that you felt yourself pulled closer to the edge. your head was too much of a mush now to comprehend whether you said your thoughts out loud but the way peter’s thrusts grew deeper told you that you might have, his thumb relentlessly working on your clit was enough to send you spiralling into your second orgasm.

peter felt you clench around his cock, senses going on an overdrive and his thrusts too faltered for a second before he released into the condom, groaning loudly. his hips came to a stop, still inside you as you placed butterfly kisses all over his face, “you okay?” you asked and he nodded.

“you?”

“i’m great.” you sighed in content, which turned into a low whine when he finally pulled out of you. maybe you weren’t ready to feel that because you missed him filling you up the next instant.

“i’ll clean us up?” he asked, pecking your forehead before he took care of the used condom.

“i’ll miss you.” you called out after him, watching him disappear into the bathroom.

you smiled thinking back to the time you kissed him thinking it was all a dream. the radiator breaking might have led to the coldest day of winter, but the two of you would remember it for some warm confessions.

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