#stepbrother!james

[moonyeyedstar]

omg your stepbro!james fics.. could i request some more pls.. maybe that blowie which ends up turning to a sneaky sex?

Just the Tip pt3- Stepbro!James x f!reader (smut)

*18+* *I hope I didn't disappoint!*

“Fucking hell,” James threw his head back in bliss, “You’re so good, who fucking taught you to suck cock this good,” he tangled his hand in your hair, using the fistfull to pull you down deeper on his cock.  You moaned around him, gagging slightly as your eyes watered.  You looked up at him, loving the way his face twitched each time his tip hit the back of your throat.

“You,” You moaned around him before gagging again.

“Don’t gag, baby, take it, be good, I know you can take it.  You love it, you love having my cock down your throat don’t you?”  James teased as he pulled your head down and rocked his hips, fucking your throat as he spoke down to you.

“Oh, James,” you cried out around him, but only to sound like a muffled down moan.  You bobbed your head expertly, his veins twitching in your throat.

“Such a good girl, maybe I should fuck you instead, promise to be quiet?”

“Mmhm mmhm,” your eyes lit up, you moaned excitedly around him, any sense of shame leaving your body.  James chuckled cockily and pulled your head off of his cock with a pop.  You let out a soft whine from the abrupt movement before licking your saliva-coated lips.  James pulled you up before dropping to his knees.  His head pressed its way through to split your thighs while his strong hands grasped your hips and pulled your slick cunt flush to his face.  Your hand instantly shot to your mouth to muffle your moans.  “Oh, James,” you moaned out into the skin of your palm as James’s tongue worked skillfully around your clit.  You could feel his smirk pressed against your cunt as he laped up your flavor, fucking you a few times with tongue, enough to appease his hunger and make your thighs shake.  You tugged on his soft, fluffy hair, relying on it to stay upright, even though James’s hands held you firmly.

“Taste so fucking good,” James looked up at you drunkenly.  His eyes glowing with lust, and his lips dripping with a mixture of your slickness and his saliva.

“Oh James, please fuck me,” you whispered breathlessly, trying your best to remain quiet.

“Christ, you don’t know what you do to me,” James lifted you from your hips and laid you on his bed.  Wasting no time, he slipped inside you with one brisk movement.  You gasped from the fullness, your toes curling.  James kissed you hard to shut you up.  Your moans muffled in his mouth as you explored his.

“Oh, fuck, James,” you moaned, your back arching, your stomach flush against his firm chest.

“Shit, baby,” James growled into your mouth, your praise fueling his desire.  James picked up his pace, his tempo now rougher and louder, the bedframe knocking against his wall with each heavy thrust.  You cried out a slur of profanities into his mouth, your legs shaking around his frame.  You felt so damn good.  “You’re gonna make me lose it, I swear,” his hot breath filled your mouth.  You took in a sharp breath, gasping as James’s hand slipped between the two of you and pinched your clit.  The stimulation sending you over the edge.

“Oh, James!”  You cried out to him, your toes curled impossibly tight and your back arched as every muscle in your body tensed with your release.

“Shit,” James couldn’t hold it anymore, he barely pulled out in time to not fill you up.  His cum pooled right at your entrance as your walls pulsed and slowly pushed his seed out of you to drip down your thighs and pool on the bed.  James stared down at you in pure bliss.  “Fucking hell.” 

[prettybabybaby]

you know that sex-ed some parents give their kids about what is an appropriate and inappropriate touch and when to tell an adult? older brother james giving reader that lesson, except he demonstrates all the types of touches that no one but him is allowed to give her. instead of “this is your private area” he teaches “this is james’ private area” and while he’s buried between her legs he explains that if anyone but him tries to do this, she has to let him know immediately

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: dubcon, stepcest, very innocent reader

the taste still lingers in your mouth. a salty, bitter musk from your lips to your throat but at least it isn’t sticky anymore. you don’t like these lessons but todays is another level of icky. james had taken his private place out today, claiming it was time for you to see the real thing instead of just resting your hand over the strange area. afterwards, he had made you kiss it and lick it all over, making you feel every inch of his private in your mouth.

you know he just wants what’s best for you and you have always been a hands-on learner. he knows that. maybe that’s why he’s teaching you all of this. he’s making sure you know this isn’t okay. ‘they’re called privates for a reason, angel,’ he’d said.

now, as his tongue flicks over yours, the intensity making your toes curl and your body shudder in ways you don’t like, you really understand. slick sounds come from between your thighs, a slurping sound that makes your stomach burn and your thighs quiver. you squirm in your spot but you don’t get very far, his strong arms holding your thighs in place. you feel your lips trembling again.

“I know, my sweet,” james mutters, his lips brushing your core with every movement. “I know… just hold still, I have a few things left to show you. I can’t have you getting taken advantage of…”

[ohlovxr]

stepbrother!james would be super sweet and literally obsessed with bratty!reader and all you’d do is take advantage of it :((

stepbro!james would drive you places, bail on friends to come and help you out when you’re in a bind, bring you back your favourite drink or snack for no reason at all other than the fact that he was out.

stepbro!james would make you his princess when he’s got you underneath him. he takes his payment for all the shit he does for you in your needy whines and the feel of your cunt tightening around his tongue or cock.

stepbro!james would, though, have a limit. when you’re a little too bratty and bold, he’s got no choice but to punish you (even when it kills him to have to do things like deprive you of your release or bend you over his lap to paint your ass red and tell you that “i don’t like this anymore than you do, baby. remember, we wouldn’t be in this position if you’d just been less of a little brat.”

stepbro!james would always comfort you after you’ve learned your lesson and go right back to being the sweet stepbrother that only encourages your brattiness <33

[tackletofset]

A portrait I commissioned of Sarcean with Ekthalion c. late 2022

artist: rizkiagitawaart @ ig

I told the artist that his crown needs to be crystal clear, shiny and glowy like cinderella's shoes✨️ 😏

[paulaangel]

enemies to lovers discourse is mainly inane and navel-gazing but i feel the need to contribute:

how much of its popularity comes from millennials and gen x-ers growing up with these teen films where the only male characters played by actually hot actors were complete assholes ?

[anni1309-blog]

pairing: felix catton x reader 🎀

summary: felix is your stepbrother. what happens if you hear him moaning your name in the bathtub? no one needs to know.

warnings: smut, pseudo-incest, innocence kink, corruption kink, dom felix, sub reader, size kink, dacryphilia, slight choking, creampie, mdni!

word count: 2k

you tossed in your sheets, impossible to get comfortable. every position seemed make you ache, and you were too warm under the blankets, and too cold on top of them. your frustrated huff was the only sound in the quiet night, so you pulled ourself out of bed. the door creaked open, and you crossed the hallway, bare feet padding softly on the marble floors, on your way to felix’s room. it became a habit that you would crawl into felix’s bed and him pulling you close to caress your hair until you fell asleep in his arms.

felix was your stepbrother. you lost your parents when you were very young, and since your family was always close to the cattons, sir james brought you into their home and raised you just like one of his own. so you and felix were always really close. he was protective caring and sweet as if you were his real sister. when you two got older and went to collage, felix was very overprotective over you when it came to you talking to guys, wanting to protect your purity. people would usually think that you two were a couple, the way you would sit in felix’s lap during break or how he would fix your hair when it’s messy or kiss your cheek or temple goodbye.

but on this night when you slipped into felix’s room, you noticed that it was empty. worried as to where he had gone and a bit fussy, you went to look for him, when suddenly you saw light and steam coming from the bathroom. as you grew closer you heard your name being called a in soft but groaning tone, so you curiously advanced till you got to the gap of the door. looking through the gap you saw your stepbrother in the bathtub, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape and his hand stroking himself. you again heard him moaning your name. happily that you found him but not wanting to scare him, you slowly opened the door.

the sound of your feet made him stop his movements and his dark eyes flitted up to you as you drew closer, taking in the sight of you in your short little nightgown. you had no clue how sexy and cute you looked, even as you knuckled at your eyes with a sleepy pout on your face. his deep voice bounced off the room “couldn’t sleep, doll? come here.” so you slipped off your nightgown and joined him in the tub and he pulled you to sit down sideways on his lap. you snuggled down against his chest, with your head resting under his chin. he sighed gently, running his hand up and down your bare thigh. “can’t sleep without you, lix” you mumble softly against his warm skin. he hummed slowly and he felt his heart squeeze. felix placed soft and slow butterfly kisses on your face while stroking your face with his thumb. the he kissed your lips sensually, his large hands coming to your bum squeezing it and taking the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips as you whined.

“lix?” you murmured against his lips.

“what is it, princess?” his heart melted when he saw your glossy eyes.

"m’feeling achey” you whispered looking up at him wriggling from the feeling of lust that built between your thighs.

knowing what that meant he reached his hands down to your thighs, then slowly trailed his fingers upwards until he touched you brushing over your swollen clit, he had to resist letting out a groan “I can help you baby, do you trust me?” you made affirmative whimper sounds as you nodded quickly looking up at him again with a desperate but curious look “I love you lix, but is this okay for brother and sister to do?“

he laughed softly as he looked at you. his breath hitched in his throat and his eyes became filled with desire. your innocent and submissive persona was too much for him to resist, and he felt like he would burst “we love each other right? and no one needs to know”

he guided his fingers against to your exposed cunt, circling around it as you made needy sounds. working in the first finger making you mewl in pleasure, thrusting and curling it slowly before easing in a second one making you already feel very full. squirming and whining “too big” on top of him made him coo “shh doll, you can take it, I need to work you open for me a bit” placing a kiss on your cheek before moving his fingers more quickly in and out of you spreading them. feeling the pleasure more and more building up you tighten around his fingers, fussing when he went to pull them out “please lix, please I’m not done-“ you blabber as a few desperate tears roll down your cheeks.

trying to distract you from the emptiness he took your smaller hand into his much larger one, dragging it down to place it against his already very hard throbbing cock. "that’s not going to fit, you’re too big, lix," you mumbled, eyes wide like saucers as you keep staring at his big cock, your stomach squeezing as you thought about the tear. felix gave a confident smile into your shoulder, kissing down your chest, taking one nipple into his mouth while massaging the other one, while you arch your back towards him.

"so sweet-" he coos gripping my chin making you meet his eyes, "are you sure you want to?"

"yes." you reassure.

he reveled in your pretty moans, using his hand to stroke and line himself up with your cunt. he antagonizingly but carefully pulled you down on his cock, stretching you open.

you wince and gasp slightly when he reaches halfway, "I know it’s a lot just a little more”. he coils his fingers between yours again, to distract you.

"gotta relax baby, I got you," he strokes your hand with his thumb before bringing his other to rub your clit. the pain melted away quickly as the feeling of fullness overwhelmed your senses.

he continues to bottom out and moves deeper as you got accustomed on the new sensations, the feeling of him filling you to the brim by pure size and the gentle pleasure from circling your clit. your whimper was loud as he bottomed out, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix, you felt impossibly full from his thick and long cock. your nails softly dug into his biceps, he began to gently build up a slow yet punishingly deep pace.

“baby, you are so tight, squeezing me so well” a groan fell from his lips as he threw back his head as your warm walls hugged his cock.

his slow deep pace settled into a faster more desperate one, pounding your cunt, hoisting you up and down by your waist all intent to be gentle with you disappeared.

“such a good girl for me, so small but taking me so well” he grunts and you let out needy moans, desperate tears falling down your cheeks as you sob out his name. felix watched you with a slight smug grin feeling himself getting even harder.

"look so pretty crying for my cock, sweetheart” placing a hand around your neck squeezing ever so slightly making your head spin.

“pleas-“ you try but his pace is so fast and rough now, water is splashing out the tub and your thoughts are completely empty now.

"I think l've fucked you dumb, baby” he said in a slight condescending tone letting him do everything, use you how he wants squelching and thudding as he slams inside you.

“lix, m’feeling funny, feels like I need to pee” you say in a whine, your eyes glazed with innocence. with felix’s orgasm also already close, his thrusts slightly sloppy and mumbles encouragingly “just let go, doll, you can do it.”

you let out a high pitch moan when a sensation hits you like lightning making you shake and shiver as you clench your thighs together clinging to felix. your reaction pushes him to his climax as he pushes one last time balls deep into your tight hole, twitching and filling you with his release to the brim.

felix caresses your hair gently holding you close. “you did so good for me, my girl” he whispers and kisses your forehead. you were too exhausted to move so your eyes fluttered closed as you sank into the full feeling.

“let’s go to sleep, hm?”

[wasiandude]

Wrong shampoo.

The idea of living with his stepfather still didn't seem good to Jimmy, an 18-year-old boy who is skinny, nerdy, gay and a fan of comics, Even though Jimmy had already been living with his stepfather for 3 days, he still didn't like the idea but he had to get used to it, but how would he do it? His stepbrother, Jax, did not help the situation to improve either, Jax almost always made fun of him for being very skinny and short and told him that he would never be a real man and that frustrated Jimmy.

But Jimmy wasn't the typical guy who would cry over insults and that kind of thing, maybe just maybe with the days everything would change, so the days went by until Jimmy came up with an idea So that his brother would not continue making fun of him, he began to exercise at home, like squats, push-ups and all that.

One day when Jimmy finished exercising he went to shower as he always did, he grabbed his towel, his boxers and went straight to the shower, Once he was there he opened the shower, whenever Jimmy felt the water he closed his eyes to feel peace and tranquility, So since she had her eyes closed she grabbed a shampoo, his stepbrother's shampoo, he started pouring some shampoo into her hair and started bathing.

Once the shampoo made contact with his skin, Jimmy began to feel strange and a little hot, as he continued bathing, his feet began to lengthen and look more masculine, A little hair began to appear on his feet as more changes were on the way.

His once thin, hairless legs began to fill with muscle as his texture began to look more masculine, His thighs began to grow in size as they now looked like two soccer balls, Hair began to appear everywhere, now his legs looked like those of a soccer player adducting to the gym.

His bag began to grow and get thicker as it went from 5 centimeters to a mighty 11 centimeters, A forest of pubic hair sprouted on his bag, giving him a more masculine appearance.

His torso began to lengthen while his shoulders grew in size, two large pecs began to emerge while an 8-pack of worked abs began to appear on his stomach, On his pectorals, which now looked like chests due to their size, a layer of hair began to grow on his chest.

His arms also began to lengthen as muscle began to appear on them, biceps and quads They came out in his arms, it seemed like he was having a great time working his muscles in the gym a layer of black hair also began to appear on these, His hands, which were delicate and pretty, began to expand while his fingers lengthened and their texture made way for masculinity.

His back filled with muscles as he became bigger and bigger.

His voice became 5 tones lower,His Adam's apple began to bulge more on his neck, while his once brown hair began to turn black While he now had a cuter, more masculine haircut, his face began to creak, All the baby fat he had began to oxidize to give way to a sharp, sharp jaw, his lips filled out and became more kissable while his eyes grew a bit larger, His nose became cute while a small earring appeared in his ear, once Jimmy washed his hair well, his memories began to fade, A small fever began to burn in his body as he inexplicably cum and with that his memories left him giving way to new memories.

Now he was no longer Jimmy, he was James, Jax's younger brother, James was 22 while Jax was 23, James was well known in college for being the captain of the football team, for his muscles, and for being good in bed and he was also heterosexual.

once James got out of the shower he put on his black Calvin Klein boxers while his pubic hair was sticking out a little, he put on his favorite gold chain while grabbing his cell phone and taking a photo for his Instagram.

[raginghomosexual4ever]

MARAUDERS FANFICS

⚠️None of these are mine, credits to the owners⚠️

*All fanfics are completed except Black Coffee*

1. Maple syrup (Remus Lupin x reader) —— Claudia Maple's entire existence was a mistake. With a dead mum, a father who hated her, a stepmother who wanted her dead, and two evil stepbrothers who followed her wherever she went her life was not easy. It was a burden, so she decided to live it in peace as much as she could, with books and golden syrup. The peace was however destroyed when a certain marauder wanted to know her deal, which led to four boys engaging themselves a little too much in her life. During all of this, Remus Lupin eventually discovers something deeper about the girl - through some stolen books. This 'something' ended up shifting his intentions from wanting to understand why she stole books - to wanting to save her life.

2. Black coffee ( Remus Lupin x reader) (sequel to maple syrup) —— in which two cups of black coffee bring claudia and remus together again.

3. Forever is real ( Sirius black x reader) —— The love story of Y/n Evans and Sirius Black. What started off as a teenage romance leads to a life full of love and laughter. It's two unstoppable forces fighting against anything life throws at them.

4. Losing game (James potter x reader) —— (the summary is entirely too long but here is a shortened version of it) Elsie Figg is in love with James Potter, but he will only ever have eyes for lily evans.

5. Mine (regulus black x reader) —— Y/n Potter and Regulus Black hate each other. It's a known fact of all of Hogwarts; one no-one bothers to question, not even the two enemies themselves. So what happens when after being forced to spend time together, Y/n realises Regulus Black isn't as bad as she once thought?

6. Time stellar ( Sirius black x reader) —— Alasia Victoria Serpens was born in the fifties, a pureblood Sacred Twenty Eight proud witch. Serpens like the northern celestial constellation, Serpentis. Alasia like one of its stars. Greek mythology wise, Serpens constellation represents a giant snake held by the healer Asclepius. Asclepius was the son of the god Apollo who was said to be able to bring people back to life with his healing powers.Unlike and Like , it all connected to Flames and a Phoenix. The moment she had stepped feet into the castle of Hogwarts, students feared her position. So what would happen if one day, the girl who had fought tooth and nail to become the Head Girl, an ice cold Slytherin, would be tricked and sent ten years in the future? Much to her dislike and much to a group of four's amusement, right in the middle of Marauders' seventh year.

7. Pretty boy (wolfstar) (Ao3) by reggiesstar —— In which James is on the ice hockey team and Regulus is a figure skater and they do not seem to get along. which Sirius is on the ice hockey team and Remus is on the basketball team and they do like each other rather quickly.

8. The fifth marauder (Sirius black x reader) —— Sirius Black only thought of two things during his 12 years in Azkaban: his innocence, and his wife. Remus Lupin only had the company of one woman after the First Wizarding War, his best friend. The fifth marauder, the twin sister to their best friend, James Potter. But who is she? And why is she so important to Sirius and Remus? This is her story.The story of the fifth marauder and how she changed their lives.

9. My breath (Sirius black x Oc) —— When Junia Crawford heard about the arrangements her parents had made with the Blacks, she was anything but pleased. And so was the oldest brother of the Black family, Sirius Black. With the war coming up, the pureblood families are more than certain to secure their bloodline. What will happen if a silent rebel meets a loud one? There is only one way to find out.

10. Star crossed in green and gold (James potter’s sister x Sirius black) —— James Potter's sister and her best friend, Alexandra Black, are very well known, popular Beaux batons students, until their fourth year, when both of them join their brothers at Hogwarts: School of Wizardry and Witchcraft. Get ready for a series of emotions, love, and so much more.

11. Poisoned youth (James potter x Oc ) —— Cherry Emmeline Parkinson was never meant to last. A hufflepuff in a family that only values ambition and cruelty, a girl playing both sides of a war that will never leave room for mercy. she tells herself she knows the game, that she can lie and spy and slip between the cracks unnoticed - she's a hufflepuff, they always do, but the closer she gets to the fire, the harder it is to remember which side she's supposed to burn for, why she has to burn at all. She was sent to break hearts, but somewhere along the way, she lost her own. She was supposed to be the villain, but now she doesn't know if she has it in her - what is she hurting for? the war is closing in, her secrets are unraveling, and little cherry is running out of time. Because some people don't get happy endings.

12. All the young dudes —— LONG fic charting the marauders' time at Hogwarts (and beyond) from Remus' PoV - diversion from canon in that Remus's father died and he was raised in a children's home, and is a bit rough around the edges. Otherwise canon-compliant.
1971 - 1995. This IS a wolfstar fic, but incredibly slow burn. Literally years. Long build up but worth it I promise!

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

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Steve Rogers

senior student at Highridge University | political science major (pre-law) | member of Kappa Alpha Nu

Y/n’s older stepbrother (he was a senior in high school when his dad and her mom got married)

golden boy | boxer | motorcycle rides at sunset | addicted to step fantasy porn (wonder why hehe)

last song listened to on spotify: break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored by Ariana Grande

James ’Bucky’ Barnes

senior student at Highridge University | journalism major | member of Kappa Alpha Nu | Highridge University football team

too many tattoos to count | truly and monstrously huge (if you know what i’m sayingggg)

used to endlessly tease Y/n about the tiny crush she had on him, especially after his lifelong best friend became your stepbro, so his bullying could come to new heights

last song listened to on spotify: look at us now (honeycomb) by Daisy Jones and The Six

Ari Levinson

senior student at Highridge University | architecture major | Kappa Alpha Nu president | Highridge University football team

campus royalty | beefy bull of a man who secretly the softest of soft underneath all of that armour

last song listened to on spotify: closer than this by KAYE

Andy Barber

senior student at Highridge University | political science major (pre-law) | Kappa Alpha Nu vice president

always the one to bail his fraternity brothers out of the trouble they get into

last song listened to on spotify: movement by Hozier

Marc Spector

junior student at Highridge University | philosophy major | member of Kappa Alpha Nu

2 seconds away from just taking a semester off to backpack around the world

last song listened to on spotify: too close by Alex Clare

Hugh Ransom Drysdale

senior student at Highridge University | business major | member of Kappa Alpha Nu

cashmere sweaters and reckless decisions | his family donates enough to the school that he and his friends can get away with anything

last song listened to on spotify: maneater by Nelly Furtado

Curtis Everett

junior student at Highridge University | anthropology major | member of Kappa Alpha Nu

tattoos | boxer | beer pong champion

last song listened to on spotify: temperature by Sean Paul

Lloyd Hansen

senior student at Highridge University | finance major | member of Kappa Alpha Nu | captain of Highridge University’s football team

future sugar daddy | once got married on a vegas trip to a complete stranger, but got divorced the very next morning

last song listened to on spotify: beep by The Pussycat Dolls

Thor Odinson

senior student at Highridge University | history major | member of Kappa Alpha Nu | Highridge University football team

in charge of the music at all of the parties at the frat house (DJ Thunder, pow pow!)

last song listened to on spotify: just a friend by Biz Markie

Scott Lang

sophomore student at Highridge University | engineering major | member of Kappa Alpha Nu

cheats on most tests even though he doesn’t need to

last song listened to on spotify: baby i’m burnin’ by Dolly Parton

Miguel O'Hara

senior student at Highridge University | computer science major | member of Kappa Alpha Nu | Highridge University football team

control freak with a short fuse

last song listened to on spotify: complicated by Avril Lavigne

Billy Russo

senior student at Highridge University | business major | member of Kappa Alpha Nu

the fuckboy™ | has slept with multiple professors in the name of bumping up his grades

last song listened to on spotify: work out by J. Cole

Frank Castle

senior student at Highridge University | literature major | member of Kappa Alpha Nu

grumpy but really just needs his dick sucked

last song listened to on spotify: when the sun goes down by Arctic Monkeys

and because i couldn't stop myself, here is a vague little floor plan of their fraternity, made in the sims:

to the left is the living room and the room where they hold all of their meetings and such. straight ahead through the entryway is the direct path out into the backyard and the pool back there, also a few bathrooms. and then to the right, there's a kind of lounge/bar area, the dining room, the kitchen and the stairs down to the basement.

bucky's room

steve's room

ari's room

andy's room

frank's room

billy's room

curtis' room

miguel's room

ransom's room

scott's room

marc's room

thor's room

lloyd's room

the basement/sex dungeon. the sims (shocker) doesn't have any sex toys, so just use your imagination. it helps that it's so dark as well....

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house sitter

the skywalker's call you to watch over their home while they go on a date, but anakin comes home unexpectedly.

desperate

anakin missed you a little extra today.

alley

after acting out for attention, anakin gives you the attention he thinks you deserve.

2:37 am

during a sleepless night, your stepbrother, anakin comes to your aid.

home alone

a week has passed since anakin snuck into your room and it hasn't left your mind since.

early present

anakin comes home after work with a little surprise.

  church mouse

after confessing your sins to the priest, he encourages you to talk to him privately

Farmboy

anakin is your family's farmhand and after inviting him to dinner, you can't keep your hands to yourself

The Serpent and The Lamb

Your family’s beloved priest suggests at home tutoring to help you with your bible studies.

Hitchhiker

After your friends ditch you at a festival, you find yourself stranded on the highway and a kind stranger picks you up.

Town Tramp

james kelly

car troubles

your neighbor james kelly fixes your car for you while you're home alone.

Heist

James couldn’t stay in the van, so he decides to enter the bank himself.

sam monroe

  Give Into Us

you receive a call from an anonymous caller.

Film Me

sam wants everything documented.

clark kent

Ski Lodge

a holiday trip to a ski lodge takes a turn when an unexpected encounter with an ex reignites old emotions

negan smith

Run

negan makes you run into the woods after being in the lineup

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[moonyeyedstar]

could i request.. stepbro!james potter with "just the tip" but then maybe finishing inside reader? thank you! you could just ignore this if not :>

// I hope u like it!

Just the Tip- Stepbro!James Potter x f!reader (smut)

*18+*

“Are you up?”  You heard James’s voice from the other side of the door.

“What do you want now, James?”  Your frustration evident in your voice from your fruitless efforts to pleasure yourself.

“Can I come in?”

“Fine,” you sighed and sat up and cleaned your hand off with a tissue before tossing it into the bin.  James shut the door behind him before sitting next to you on the bed.  “What did you want?”

“I was bored…”  James let his eyes wander to find your panties on the floor.  “Are you nude under the blanket?  Did I interrupt something?”

“No it’s fine it wasn’t-” you just sighed and shifted uncomfortably under the covers.

“I can go… unless of course, you want my help?”

“Your help?”

“Well yeah,” he shrugged carelessly.  You could not deny that you were interested in his offer, not knowing if it was from your pure desperation to finish or how good he looked shirtless in your bed.  “Look I don’t have to I was just-”

“Yes,” you cut him off, “But just the tip okay?”  You gave him a firm look.

“Y-Yeah,” his chest flushed and he began to strip himself eagerly.  James’s cock was hard in an instant.  You gawked at his impressive size as he tore your duvet off of you, James smirked cockily as his eyes explored your naked body.

“What do you think?”   You chewed on the inside of your cheek nervously.

“Shit,” he breathed out and pumped his length a few times before pulling a pillow under your hips to prop you up on display and give himself easy access.  “Just the tip?”

“Yeah, just the tip,” you nodded.  James slipped his thick dripping tip into your cunt.  Your breath hitched from the stretch around him.

“How’s that feel?”

“So good,” you moaned as quietly as you could.  Your walls spasmed around him, and James’s tip was twitching.  He rocked his hips gently to fuck you as best as he could with just his tip.  You placed your vibrator back on your clit and moaned, as good as it felt it just was not enough to send you to your sweet release.  Your need grew around him, you wanted to take him all the way.  “James?”  You asked breathlessly.

“Hm?”

“Fuck me, all the way, make me cum,” you looked up at him with a longing gaze.

“You sure?”  James’s eyes lit up, he needed this more than you.

“Yes, please,” you bucked your hips and James wasted no time.  He rocked his hips forward, filling you with his length.  “God, yes,” your entire body relaxed as your walls stretched around him.  Finally.

“So tight,” he moaned.  James gripped your hips and began to pick up his pace.

“Oh fuck yes,” you cried out whorishly as his thrusts gained momentum.  His cock twitching inside your tight spasming walls.

“Shit,” he moaned as his stamina began to falter and his hips stuttered.

“Just like that, James, so close,” you bucked your hips in rhythm with his thrusts, filling yourself completely each time as you increased the setting on your vibrator.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he fucked you with whatever force he had left.  You came undone under him.

“Oh, James,” you cried out, your walls tightening around him, sending him to his own release, milking every drop he gave you.  He collapsed on you panting.

“Fucking Hell.”

[prettybabybaby]

rating: 18+. mdni.

pairing: stepbrother!james x reader

content: non/dubcon, stepcest

nct version. (I am neocentral!)

james was only meant to stay the first few nights in your new apartment, helping you move your furniture around to your liking and tend to small, broken things around the home. but he never left.

it has been weeks and you can still hear james’s footsteps in the kitchen when you wake up in the morning and the occasional laugh as he scrolled through his phone in your living room.

it has been weeks and what started out as brazen knocks on your bathroom door have completely subsided. james always seems to wander in just before you have the opportunity to shut the door. sometimes, he runs your baths himself and welcomes you home with a hot bath, the steam fogging your bathroom mirror and puffing up his wild curls.

you can shower just fine on your own now. not that you ever needed the help to begin with. but james had always insisted and you were never very good at denying him, dreading the way his eyes would flash with something you couldn’t identify but never failed to make your skin crawl.

so, you wouldn’t make a sound when he’d wiggle the doorknob, twisting it just right to pop the lock and let himself inside. you wouldn’t make a sound as he rolled his sleeves up and dipped his hands into the thick layer of scented bubbles, his soft fingertips roaming down your slick skin, kneading the tender flesh of your intimate areas.

you thought thinks would be different now. that your voice your discomfort as he groped your tits, his fingers gliding over your nipples, occasionally tweaking and tugging on the pebbled buds until you squirmed. you thought you’d push his hands away as he pushed his hands between your thighs, his fingers pushing against your folds but never delving between them.

but you don’t. you simply sit there like you used to, attempting to keep your eyes from tearing up because you have been able to get used to the inappropriate behavior. you let him guide you out of the porcelain tub and pat a towel along your skin, focusing on your delicate areas for far too long. you let him slather a coat of moisturizer on along your body, groping and savoring the feeling of your supple flesh before he slides a pair of panties up your legs and drapes a pretty nightgown over your frame. you let him kiss your forehead tenderly before sauntering out of your bedroom as if nothing ever happened.

just like you used to.

[papillon-mechant]

1k Bakery Celebration Masterlist

main celebration post

asking poly!wolfstar if they've ever shared a girl

neighbor!sirius x innocent!reader

jealous enemy!draco thoughts

maid!reader x ceo!draco fluff

stepbrother!james teaches innocent!reader how to give head

cuddling with poly!marauders

poly!dron punishing you for flirting with someone else

neighbor!draco x innocent!reader

dbf!dragonott x crybaby!reader

poly!wolfstar x innocent!reader

ceo!poly!dragonott x assistant!reader

stepdad!draco x innocent!reader

cnc with remus and crybaby!reader

stepdad!draco cockwarming puppy!reader

innocent!reader in subspace getting aftercare from draco

puppy!reader x hard dom!marauders

doctor!draco x innocent!reader

stepbrother!draco helping reader settle in after a night of partying

crybaby!reader crying to professor!draco because she failed a test

stepbrother!theo wanting to reenact a dream reader had

poly!marauders x free use!roommate!reader

[stoat-party]

What are your controversial fallout headcanons?

Yooooo, what a question. Sorry it took so long to respond. Most of my hcs boil down to “What if THIS thing was connected to THIS OTHER THING???” but I love them.

In vaguely increasing order of questionableness:

The Lone Wanderer:

I would be remiss not to link my conspiracy theory about where the Lone Wanderer ran off to during Fallout 4.

Boone:

Boone can sing.

(His actor sings in almost everything I’ve seen him in.)

He’d be too embarrassed to do it now, but he used to sing to the baby so it would recognize his voice.

He has two older siblings and one younger sister Bailey, who’s nonverbal. Bailey was his best friend before he joined the army.

Boone’s last contact with his family and in-laws was a not-so-gentle letter informing them of Carla’s death, so now they pretty much think he ran off and died. He can’t bring himself to write to them again.

Synths:

The more recently a synth was made, the slower they age. Synths created in the past ten years won’t visibly get older in a human’s lifetime.

Synths feel tired and need sleep for their mental health, but can function fine without it.

They’re highly resistant to disease but can get sick.

They can have unique phenotype combinations not seen in humans, like X6’s dark skin and blue eyes.

The synth component stores fake memories and implanted knowledge. It also translates their neurological impulses to and from binary so they can interface with the Institute’s machines (e.g. scary torture chair). The component can malfunction, which can affect coordination, memory, or language.

Even if they don’t remember the Institute, synths have a massive mother wound from the emotional neglect they experienced early in life, and they tend to be very clingy and affection-seeking once they feel safe with a person.

Vault 101:

Vault 101 is dealing with some very twisted family trees in addition to a declining populace.

Some residents are prohibited from having children because of genetic issues, marriages must be approved to avoid consanguinity, and if you’re unmarried at 25, the Overseer arranges a spouse for you.

Because of this environment, affairs are very common, which makes it difficult to determine kids’ parentage, which causes more intermarriage.

Since the Lone Wanderer is the only person in the Vault known not to be related to Butch, they would likely have been forced to marry if they’d stayed.

Danse:

Danse lived in the Institute for about a year.

He was a teacher’s pet/bootlicker and wasn’t very popular with the other synths. They didn’t trust him not to report on them to the SRB.

He had a bunkmate, an older synth who looked out for him. They were as close to family as synths can be in the Institute.

When her wrist became too injured from prolonged overuse, he kept her from falling behind in work, which would have been a death sentence.

Danse was sent to the Capital Wasteland as a sleeper agent, but his sister escaped through the Railroad and became Barbara.

James:

I think James was born in the Enclave.

He was an apprentice researcher and was fifteen during the events of Fallout 2. He didn’t directly commit any atrocities, but he cleaned up after them. It sticks with him.

After that he lived in Navarro for a bit but quickly decided he wanted nothing else to do with the Enclave and headed east.

That’s why the Overseer was willing to let him into the Vault - he wasn’t a wastelander, so neither was his child.

That’s also why he wasn’t the least bit surprised when the Enclave showed up. He already knew who they were — and that he couldn’t let them have the Purifier.

Deacon:

Deacon’s in-game backstory is legit.

He lived with his mom, stepbrother, and stepdad (whom he hated for no articulable reason) in University Point until he was 18.

He has a tenth grade formal education (a PhD by wasteland standards) and wanted to be a teacher.

tbh I know his name but I don’t thinkkkk I’ll say it here because I think everyone has their own hc on that.

[grlsbstshot]

NEON LIGHTS

Pairing (Original Characters): Jameson Lucas (Aaron Pierre) x Imani St. Cirie (Megan thee Stallion) Story Synopsis: 

R&B singer/songwriter, Jameson Lucas, is well known as a charming playboy. The latest in his line of ‘loved em and left em’ behavior? Imani St. Cirie, an emotive singer/songwriter herself. A common sense pulls them in opposite directions – friendships are tested, old flames resurface, and new opportunities threaten to tear them apart for good. In this industry, dreams can make or break you – but what happens when love becomes the gamble of a lifetime? Chapter I // Chapter II // Special Edition

Chapter Synopsis: Jameson finds himself in New York for work and gets distracted by an old friend. Warnings: toxic relationship, possessiveness, profanity, usage of the n-word (if you’re white and read it, you owe us $20), manipulation – if we missed anything, let us know! Word Count: 4.1k Divider Template: @cafekitsune Notes: The following characters are original creations. Their voice claims are Usher / Lucky Daye (Jameson) & Summer Walker / SZA (Imani). We have no affiliation to any of those artists.

There will be alternating POVs between our leads.

Chapter III: Fade Away

the chatter at her weekly brunch with friends was distracting. sloane lennox glared down at her phone as if it was the reason she was so pissed. jamani back on? what a terrible title for an article. what a horrible idea for jameson. imani st. cirie was everything that jameson didn't need. he was irresponsible, childishly demanding, and easily distracted. he was an artist with an artist's temperament. from what she knew of imani, the woman was the same. they just weren't a good couple. anyone could see that. she didn't get why jameson couldn't.

sloane! we're out of champagne!

"am i your mother? do you need permission? just order another bottle." sloane snapped, rolling her eyes as she continued to scroll.

she got to the images -- proof that jameson was sniffing around his ex. this was bullshit. sloane closed out of the site, scrolling her contact list and finding jameson's name. it rang in her ear, her agitation increasing the longer it went on. his smooth baritone was nowhere to be heard. the phone beeped, indicating she should leave a message so sloane simply hung up.

she stewed in her agitation, forcing herself not to call again. this was critical. jamie couldn't be pushed. if she told him to do something, he went the other way. this was going to take some finesse but sloane knew she was up to it. she had loved jameson since the first time she saw him. she knew him better than anybody

fifteen years old and shy, sloane hadn't made friends easily. only one gravitated towards her: genie adesanya. genie took sloane under her wing, welcoming her into her life with ease. it was because of genie that she'd met jameson. he had been seventeen and practically genie's stepbrother. handsome, and he knew it, jamie had charmed sloane. he'd been flirtatious but never inappropriate. eventually it settled into him cracking jokes and playing protector with she and genie. for two whole years, jamie had been hers. her friend, her protector, her crush. it all changed when he released his first album.

then he belonged to the world. jamie became james lucas. the crooning falsetto that she'd known intimately had finally been heard by the world. jamie's career took off then. sloane never had a chance to make him hers fully. her crush lay dormant, unfulfilled, while he dated his way through hollywood. models, actresses, singers. they came and went. sloane always remained. he eventually left them but he never left her.

sloane had finally gotten up the nerve to tell him how she felt in 2020 -- the same night he met imani st. cirie. she watched him walk into another woman's life but knew it wouldn't last. it never did. three years later, sloane had gotten nervous. jameson rarely lasted a year with a woman and there he was celebrating three with imani. it had practically driven her insane...but then they had broken up. she'd been so relieved that she didn't bother hiding her joy from anybody who'd listen. it caused the destruction of her friendship with genie -- but jameson remained.

he jumped into another relationship and just like clockwork -- it ended before a full year was up. sloane decided not to watch anymore. 2024 was her time with him. he had to see for himself that she was the one and only constant in his life. the only woman he could rely on.

the phone vibrated in her hand and sloane peered down at the screen with a smile. jamie was calling. now all she had to do was...shift his perspective.

it had been years since jameson was inside the moma. he spent many afternoons sitting in front of claude monet's lillies canvas when he was trying to establish a career on broadway. it felt good to return to his old stomping grounds -- this time from special invitation.

sloane had fussed and pouted until he promised to stop by and see her after his gq interview. he was jetlagged after flying to new york the day before and only planned to have a short visit before collapsing into the expansive bed in his suite.

it had been so long since he saw her face to face that he had been successfully guilted into making the time. texts and calls here and there filled the void in their friendship but it always felt better to see her in person. twelve years after they'd met, sloane was different. at twenty-seven, she'd grown up like they all had. she was an art dealer, smart as hell and sophisticated. glasses had been replaced by contact lenses. hasty ponytails had been swapped for expertly styled hair. converse sneakers turned into muaddi heels. but no matter what, she was still the girl who was trying to find her place.

he waited for her on the first floor, hands braced behind his back as he watched bustling crowds of people behind his sunglasses. several slowed to peer at him and jameson easily avoided eye contact. he didn't mind being a celebrity but he was too tired to be charming.

"jamie!" he heard called out and turned to see sloane heading his way. she wore a bright smile, expensive clothes, and heels that he was sure cost as much as her outfit. jameson quickly moved towards her, not letting her pull him into a hug. he turned her around with his hand to the small of her back and quickly walked her up the stairs. "what are you doing?" sloane laughed and he glanced over his shoulder to make sure they weren't followed.

"why'd you tell me meet you at the front door? hella people were down there. i don't feel like signing shit today." jameson fussed, not surprised that she laughed louder. sloane did what she wanted when she wanted.

"i'm sorry." she said softly, grasping his bicep as they moved to the second floor. there were still crowds there but they were much more interested in the art than they were in him. "i'm glad you came." sloane continued. "i missed you."

"i missed you too." jameson grumbled, walking along the floor with her. "we both live in cali though. why'd i have to fly to new york to see you if that was the case?"

sloane quirked a brow at him. "you tell me. last i heard, you were working on album, completely locked in, but then i find out you got time to get imani back?"

he scoffed, shaking his head but not denying the accusation. he had seen the same article and didn't give a damn about it. he didn't feel he needed to explain himself to sloane either. "you called me here to talk about my ex?"

"of course not." sloane told him. "i called you here to talk about me. my favorite subject." she let his arm go, framing her face with her own hands and jameson couldn't help but laugh. "i didn't know you'd be out here anyway until you mentioned the interview. i just wanted to see my friend. make sure he's okay. you know?"

"i'm fine." he told her, stopping in front of a painting and peering down at the brunette by his side. confiding in sloane wasn't strange. he told her and ej everything -- even shit he didn't tell genie anymore. "me and mani aren't back together. she's thinking about giving me another chance."

"i'm happy for you, jamie." she said softly. "but..." "but what?" "it didn't work the first time..." "because of me. i fucked up." "even so. love shouldn't be hard. you and imani? your love is hard." "but worth it. i love her." "i know you do. and you should. she's a wonderful girl. but what about you?" "what about me?" "you're an incredible man. exceptional. singular in every way. i think you deserve to be happy. you shouldn't have to make yourself small to make it work." "that's not what's happening with imani." "no?" sloane questioned. "what is she doing to make sure you guys have another chance? is she reassuring you? is she talking to you? it takes two to be in love."

jameson was quiet for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. no, imani didn't seem to be enthusiastic about their chances of trying again but could he blame her? "you don't understand, lo. i...i cheated. when we broke up? i cheated. it's my fault."

he watched as her eyes go wide with the information and she lapsed into silence. it didn't last long though. she stepped closer to him, wrapping her arm around his waist as they stood together. "that doesn't change the fact that you're a good man. so you made a mistake. anybody who knows you knows that you're good."

her constant belief in and support of him was invaluable. jameson wrapped his arm around her shoulder and hugged him briefly. "thank you for saying that. but anything she says or does to me, i deserve it. and i'm going to take it -- if it means we can start over."

sloane gave him a brief nod of her head and leaned her body against his. "i understand. i still don't think she's right for you. you need someone to believe in you. i think too much has happened between you and imani. i don't know if she's that woman for you anymore."

he hoped like hell sloane was wrong. imani was the only woman he'd genuinely loved. his selfishness had robbed him of love and he was feeling the consequences heavily. she walked ahead, pulling him with her and jameson went -- his mind on imani and if he was fooling himself by thinking they were going to get it right the second time around.

"c'mon. let me buy you lunch. i made reservations at gramercy tavern." sloane told him sweetly as she wrapped both arms around him, stilling his movement. "i didn't mean to upset you. i just want what's best for you."

jameson peered down at her to say no, to make his excuses. he was exhausted and wanted to sleep but one look at her pouting face -- and he couldn't do anything but laugh. "i know you do. let's go eat now. i'm tired." he said softly, pressing a kiss to her head and wrapping his arm around her shoulder before leading her down the grand staircase.

with a kiss to her head and a brief hug, jameson had left her outside the st. regis hotel. as she made her way upstairs, her phone pinged yet again in her purse and she ignored the sound until she crossed the threshold of her suite. once she was comfortable, she unlocked her phone and stretched across the couch.

[ e. ricardo ] : he's not here yet [ e. ricardo ] : if this is bullshit, i'm going to write my next column about you and you won't like the details i give [ e. ricardo ] : he's in place. my photographer is there. [ e. ricardo ] : snapped you two. how cute. [ e. ricardo ] : where are you going with him? [ e. ricardo ] : hello?? my photographer lost you two on 53rd st

sloane sighed, deleting all the texts from her phone. calling the paps wasn't out of the unusual for her but this one was a pushy bastard. she did it when she worked with particularly high profile clients and when she just wanted her name circling with people who could boost her career. but she had never called them about jamie. ernest had practically salivated at the idea of getting exclusive pictures of jameson doing anything. even if it was just a lunch date with a friend.

she pushed call on the contact, listening to it ring. when he answered, sloane didn't bother acting friendly. "are the pics good?"

ernest quickly reassured her they were. he even offered to send them to her but she quickly denied. the less proof they had of a connection to one another, the better. she told him she wanted them up online before the next morning and he obliged before they ended the call. the pictures weren't scandalous but she knew it'd shake imani. cheating boyfriend in another city with pretty friend? wrapping his arms around her? she knew it'd do something to the other woman.

was it a move that could backfire on her? yes. imani could decide to fight for jameson but sloane was okay with that. she had decided to fight for him -- why not have a worthy opponent? she knew jameson would be asleep soon. he probably wouldn't see them when they were posted. even if he had, she could always pretend to be just as dismayed as him. she'd even take to social media to help clear up any rumors.

the pretty, kind hearted friend of james lucas. the classy girl that people would make people say "well why isn't he with her?". that was going to be her new image. and she knew it'd change if those pictures looked as cozy as it felt being with him. suddenly, people would wonder about them. he would wonder about them. all she needed was for that switch to flip in his mind.

sloane rose from the couch and went to run herself a bath. she ignored the buzzing of her phone for the next few hours -- realizing the article had clearly come out. now she had to be careful if she was going to make this happen. jameson would never forgive her if he knew she was going to do her best to stop a reunion with imani.

the familiar ringtone echoed throughout the room and jameson smiled in his sleep. it was the song he'd written for imani. he played it as the ringtone anytime she called. it'd been so long since he heard it playing from his phone. imani didn't call him anymore. he called her. he texted her.

still -- he could hear it and it stirred him from sleep. jameson stretched across the bed, sitting up in the darkened bedroom. he fumbled across the bed, reaching for his phone. by the time he snatched it up, the ringing had stopped. he could see the time on his screensaver and blinked the sleep from his eyes. it was six in the morning...which meant it was around noon for her in italy. they had exchanged texts since she'd been gone. it had only been three days but he had missed her deeply.

seeing he had two missed calls from imani made him frown. he wanted to hear her voice. he unlocked his phone to call her back but then the text came through. he opened it -- thinking it was more of cute and humorous conversation they'd been having for the past few days.

[ mani ]: i don’t know what type of bitch you take me for, but a stupid one, you know i’m not that. i told you no more bullshit so why i’m seeing pictures of you cuddled up with sloane at the fuckin moma? like i said i’m not a dumb bitch. you want to cuddle up with her, then be with her. i’m done.

jameson read the text twice, confusion making his brows furrow. "what the fuck?" he muttered to himself. it felt like somebody had put his ass in the blender and he was all mixed up. he immediately tried to call imani. no ringing. straight to voicemail. he'd been blocked by her enough to know the hallmarks of it. "fuck!" he cursed angrily, pulling the phone from his ear to send her a text that he knew she wouldn't see.

baby, i don't know what fuck you're talking about. ain't no bullshit with me and her. you know that. call me back.

he waited a few minutes but with no response, jameson climbed out of bed as he clicked his way through social media. it wasn't hard to find the 'just in' and tmz articles complete with computers. he and sloane talking. he and sloane laughing. he and sloane hugging. the kiss to her head. jameson groaned. actions he thought of as friendly definitely looked like something more. even he could admit that. reading the comments would do him no good but he saw that each had thousands.

even his instagram had an influx of activity. people commenting on pictures from months ago. even sloane had issued a statement of sorts where she asked people not to speculate about her personal life. this was bad. and he knew there was only one move he could make now.

he scrolled through his contact list and looked for genie's number. it rang -- a sign that she hadn't blocked him -- but she didn't answer. jameson left a terse message, telling her to call him back before he hung up and called ej.

sloane had played her part well. she'd been shocked and aghast. properly outraged on behalf of her famous friend. she scrolled through the comments with relish. for every one that called jameson cheating scum, there were two that said they looked cute together. for every comment that said imani deserved better, there were two asking what sloane's instagram was.

she had posted to her story, demanding an apology for the invasion of privacy and ensured that she named jameson as her 'close friend' -- nothing more, nothing less. that was enough to set speculation off once more. not the conversation wasn't just about "jamani" -- it was about imani, jameson, and sloane.

just as she was about to scroll more comments, a call came through on her phone. genie's name flashed across her screen and she froze before answering it. the two girls hadn't spoken in a year. sloane's opposition to imani had put her on the wrong side of genie. for some reason, genie had chosen imani over her and sloane never forgot it.

still, she answered the phone with a kind, curious tone -- interested in what her former friend could possibly have to say.

"are you sleeping with jameson?" genie asked abruptly and sloane laughed. no hello. no how are you? no fake bullshit. she got right to the shit and sloane knew she had to handle the other woman carefully.

"are you out of your mind?" "that's not an answer." "genie, you know jamie and i aren't like that." "no. but i know you want to be."

sloane frowned, annoyed at the fact that genie would so bluntly state the facts. she couldn't have genie running around telling anybody that. especially jameson. not before she could fully get imani out of the picture.

"that was a stupid crush, genie. and it's cruel of you to bring it up. jamie and i have a real friendship and you know that. or you would if you hadn't cut me off for imani." sloane disputed, pleased when genie didn't say anything for a minute.

"he loves imani, sloane." "but does she truly still love him?" "that's for them to figure out." "i don't think it's hard to decide if you love someone or not." "that is for them to figure out, sloane. you cannot get involved." "i'm not involved. he's my friend and i'm going to protect my friend. just like you're doing now." "it's not protecting him if people think you guys are fucking. if you care about jamie, help him."" that's exactly what i'm doing."

sloane hung up the phone, taking a deep breath as she tried to regain her composure. she wasn't wrong. jameson and imani were too ill matched to make it work. she was just helping him face that fact. the sooner he did, the better it would be for him.

"yerrrrrrr" ej answered the phone unseriously, already knowing why jameson was calling. he had seen the articles and the posts. he'd seen the comments and wondered -- was his best friend holding out on him? jameson and genie and sloane had a shared childhood that ej didn't quite get. but he didn't try very hard to understand. he didn't really care.

"mani blocked me. i need you to call her for me."

ej snorted, shaking his head. "nah." he heard his best friend sigh loudly, frustration covering every inch of the sound. "i don't want to get cursed out by proxy. it did look like something was up with you and sloane."

"it's not! at least call her then click me in on the call."

he could hear in jameson's tone that he meant it. there was nothing happening with sloane. that was good. sloane was a pretty girl but ej could tell that if jameson broke her heart, she'd never recover. she'd never be able to give him what he got from being with imani. what that was...only jameson knew. still...ej denied him. "that'll be a hell nah."

"ellington, i swear to god..." "nigga done forgot his manners and everything, that's crazy." "mani is about to walk away from me for good. and you not gone help me?" "calm your ass down. you said nothing happened so that's one point in your favor. just...gimme a minute. i'll call you back."" i'm serious, man. i gotta -- " "i know, bruh. just...trust me. give me ten minutes."

reluctantly, jameson agreed. it took ej five minutes to calm him down. he had to promise to call back within ten minutes. ej went down his contact list and landed on the only one without a name. she simply had glasses, needle and thread, and a purple heart emoji where her name should be. it was foolish but it summed up their relationship pretty well.

she answered within three rings and ej smiled as he stretched across his bed. "ms adesanya. how you doing?" ej heard her sigh and knew she was already annoyed with him. good.

"let me guess. jameson told you to call?" "how'd you guess?" "she doesn't want to talk to him." "i figured. i had to give it a shot tho. that's my boy." "tell your boy to stop cuddling with bitches in public." "oh, she's a bitch? i thought you and sloane were cool." "we were. then we weren't." "shame. i remember when yall were the three musketeers. you, her, and jameson." "was there anything else you needed, ellington?" "yes, imogen. i'd like you to convince imani to let jameson explain."" i'll take it under consideration. anything else?" "yeah. are you in la? let's grab a drink. we gotta figure out how to help our dumb ass friends." "i'm out of the country. we'll be back next week." "we? you in spain with imani?" "not spain. italy. we're in rome." "oooh. yeah yeah. i remember now. rome. hotel...the fancy place with the birds and the steps." "what? there are no stairs outside here." "yes, there are. they're on the east side of the hotel." "ellington, there are no stairs here." "baby, i googled the hotel. it's hotel danieli, ain't it?" "he told you wrong. we're at the st. regis rome." "ohhhhhh. oh shit. that was somebody else i was thinking of. well -- we should get a drink when you're back. our best friends stress us out. let's relax together." "um...okay. sure."

he could hear the confusion in her voice and ellington grinned, knowing that he had agitated her into telling him what hotel they were at. he'd always thought genie adesanya was gorgeous. everything was beautiful about her. her grace, her kindness. even the way she got her damn nails down. nothing but pure elegance. she stood on the fringes of his friendship with jameson. they never truly got to know one another. so he settled for being the annoying friend of a friend.

over the years, he'd periodically pop in, send her an annoying text, and then pop right back out. she probably didn't even know he liked her and ej wanted to keep it that way. friend groups mixing were messy -- clearly evidenced by the newest round of bullshit with imani and jameson. he was content to tease and provoke genie until she furrowed her pretty eyebrows. that would have to be enough.

once he got her off the phone, ej called jameson back -- two minutes before the ten minute deadline was up. he knew his friend was close to a crashout and figured the only way to stop it was for him to get active. a phone call wasn't going to get it.

"get your ass on a plane, fix it, and then get back before the weekend is over. we got shit to do."

[lavenderstobins]

The Families of Stranger Things

A short post of established family members for all your fic needs, including info taken from the books and the play. This is done for fun and interest only, but the information is accurate.

The Wheelers

“My mom was young. My dad was older, but he had a cushy job, money, came from a good family. So they bought a nice house at the end of the cul de sac, and started their nuclear family.” (Nancy Wheeler, s1)

Nancy and Mike have a younger sister, Holly, who is 13ish years younger than Nancy and 9ish years younger than Mike. Their parents are Ted and Karen Wheeler, with the play revealing Karen’s maiden name to be Childress.

They have a cousin, Joanna, though it’s unclear whether it’s paternal or maternal. They also have a grandmother referred to as ‘Nana’ in s3.

(The blonde wig Mike puts El in in s1 is said to have belonged to their grandmother who died of cancer, but this was stated in an interview with the show’s hairstylist so it’s debatable whether it’s ‘canon’ or not.)

The Byers

Jonathan and Will are the only children of Lonnie and Joyce Byers. Lonnie is shown to have a younger girlfriend named Cynthia in s1.

Joyce’s maiden name was revealed to be Maldonado by the play. She also had an aunt named Darlene who was thought to be crazy, but it hasn’t been specified what side of the family she was.

The Ives

El is the daughter of Teresa ‘Terry’ Ives. Terry has a sister, Becky. Terry and Becky also have an aunt named Shirley.

The book Suspicious Minds reveals that Becky is the older sister and that their father was named Bill Ives. Both of Terry and Becky’s parents died in a car accident.

The book also reveals that El’s biological father was a man named Andrew Rich, who died in the Vietnam war due to Brenner’s meddling. Andrew’s parents were both alive at the time of his death, but neither were named.

The Sinclairs

Lucas and Erica’s parents are Sue and Charles Sinclair. Sue’s maiden name was revealed to Anderson by the play.

Either Sue or Charles has a brother named Jack, as Erica refers to an ‘Uncle Jack’. Lucas on the Line reveals that Jack is the brother of Charles.

The Hendersons

Dustin is the only child of Claudia Henderson. The play reveals that his father is a man named Walter Henderson and that Claudia’s maiden name is Yount.

The Mayfields

Max Mayfield is the daughter of Susan Hargrove. Runaway Max reveals that her father’s name is Sam Mayfield. She also has an uncle Jack (revealed by her writing him a letter in s4) but it’s unclear what side of the family he’s from.

Briefly, Max’s stepfather was Neil Hargrove, and her stepbrother was Billy Hargrove. After Billy’s death, Neil divorced Susan. Susan’s maiden name has not been revealed.

The Harringtons

Not much is known about Steve’s family. Canonically, Steve refers to his father as an asshole and claims that his mother is ‘super well-respected’. Neither of them have yet been named.

Steve’s paternal grandfather is named Otis Harrington, revealed via the essay Steve wrote in s2.

It is unknown whether Steve is an only child or has siblings.

The Buckleys

Even less is known about Robin’s family in the show. Robin notes that her mother reminds her of her flaws on a daily basis.

Rebel Robin reveals that Robin’s parents are named Melissa and Richard Buckley. It also states that she has a grandmother named Minerva, though it doesn’t state which side of the family.

The book states Robin to be an only child.

The Munsons

Eddie was taken in by his paternal uncle, Wayne. His father was incarcerated and had previously taught him how to hotwire cars.

Flight of Icarus reveals that Eddie’s father is called Al Munson, further backed up by the play revealing him to be called Alan Munson. Eddie’s mother was named Elizabeth and she died of an illness when Eddie was just six years old.

The Hoppers

James “Jim” Hopper was previously married to a woman named Diane. They had a daughter together named Sara, who died of cancer when she was still a child.

Hopper’s father was also named James Hopper. He also has a deceased grandfather who is unnamed.

(Hopper’s ex-wife, Diane, remarried a guy named Bill and had another child whose name is unknown.)