#I want jack to straight up kill me god

[quietwingsinthesky]

went into the notes of that poll going around about if people want more seasons of supernatural and was immediately slapped in the face with how different my priorities are in this fandom from. a lot of it. what are you talking about ‘destiel endgame’. girl the show has bigger problems to fix than that if it ever had more seasons. they taught a three year old that the best way to be loved was to continuously try to kill himself and then they made him god.

#i can’t honestly imagine any world where there’s destiel and its like. satisfying. in any way. #as in: your options here are a) ignore the last seasons of dean. not treating cas very well to put it bluntly. you’d just have to ignore #that and go straight to They’re Fine :) Happy Ending which is. what i am picking up that the people on that poll want. #or b) go all in and make this a horror story to the end. give them destiel and make it exactly as fucked and miserable as it would #realistically be. and then that whole side of the fandom would be mad because toxic gay people shouldn’t exist actually. too complicated. #and the thing is that neither of these are at all satisfying. the second one is better. but its still. bad. #im being serious here im not trying to beat down on this. i genuinely cannot see a way. with the last few seasons setting things up the way #they did. that destiel endgame would make anyone happy. or be good. at all. #anyway like i said there’s bigger problems. new god went through years of child abuse and believes he deserved it because he was born wrong. #look me in the eyes and try to tell me this will lead to a good outcome. jack is about to do godstiel arc 2 except he won’t explode from it. #he is about to kill so many people who are Bad. and not see why that would be wrong to do. #okay im done im done i swear

[puckinghischier]

Locksmith - Nico Hischier

nico hischier x fem!reader, jack hughes x platonic!reader, luke hughes x platonic!reader

summary: reader has been friends with the hughes brothers for years, and when she finally arrives in Jersey to move in with her best friends, she finds herself locked out and stuck in the hallway, with only the neighbor to save her

notes: this is my first time ever writing ANYTHING, so this could be terrible. BUT it’s really only a peek at where i want the story to go so possible series if anyone actually wants to read it??? 🫣

part 2, part 3, part 4

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You know, three suitcases didn’t seem like enough when you were packing, but trying to roll three suitcases down the long, carpeted hallway is proving to be one of the most difficult tasks you’ve ever had to do in your life.

Seriously, the building didn’t look this long from the outside.

After a trek that felt like miles, you reach the door you’ve been scanning for, only to find it locked tight. “I swear to god I’m literally going to kill them,” you said to yourself, out loud. “They tell the doorman to let me in, have me bring all this luggage up by myself, only to leave the fucking door locked. Why did I expect anything less?”

Grabbing your phone, you dial Jack’s number, silently begging him to pick up. You know he’s at a charity thing with Luke, but surely he’s allowed to answer his phone, right? Wrong. His phone goes straight to voicemail, twice. Classic Jack. You know there’s not any point to calling Luke, he always leaves his phone during charity events in order to connect with the kids better. Usually you find that endearing and admirable, but right now you wish that he was maybe just a bit more selfish.

“Well, I guess I live in the hallway now. Hope the carpet is plush enough to sleep on.” You’ve always had a habit of talking out loud to yourself when you’re nervous or, in this case, annoyed. It helps you work through your thoughts and not dwell on anything for too long. Purges your emotions a bit.

“Trust me, it’s not. Speaking from experience here, you’d be much better off sleeping on the couches in the lobby” a voice startles you.

“Oh my god,” you jumped. You turned around to see the door to the apartment behind you wide open, a dark haired man leaning against the doorway, smile on his face.

“I- how long have you been standing there?” you asked, hand on your chest trying to calm your racing heart.

“Long enough to know you’re thinking about sleeping on the carpet, not long enough to know why,” he states, humor lacing his tone.

“Well, if you must know, my roommates left the door locked, no spare key, and won’t answer their phones. So, until they get home, the hallway is my new bedroom,” you surveyed the stranger.

He was tall, much taller than you were. He wore a simple white t-shirt, black sweatpants, and a backwards hat on his head, hiding what looked like hair that was in need of a trim based on how much it was spilling out the sides of the hat. But what made you stop in your tracks were his eyes. You don’t think you had ever truly understood the phrase ‘warm eyes’ until now. They were the most spectacular shade of brown you had ever seen in your life. And they were filled with amusement. Amusement directed towards you, since he had just heard you talking to yourself like a madwoman.

“Ahh, you must be Y/N! I thought Jack said you weren’t coming until tomorrow?” He asked, understanding washing over his face.

“I caught an earlier flight and was going to surprise them. However, Jack texted me earlier this morning and told me he and Luke had to go to a charity skate, so I had to tell them I was coming early. He told me he’d leave the door unlocked so I could go ahead and settle in, but, as you can see, they did not,” you explained, only slightly shocked Jack told his neighbor about you. That boy sure liked to talk, yapping anyone’s ear off who would listen.

“Well, lucky for you, I happen to have a spare key you can use,” the stranger tells you, walking out of your view for a brief moment.

“Should I be concerned that the neighbor has a spare key? Does he just go around handing out spares left and right?” you ask, starting to feel a bit awkward standing among all of your luggage.

“No, not exactly,” the man laughs. “He gave me a spare after one too many nights of me hauling him home from the bar only to realize he didn’t have his key with him.”

He walks out of his apartment, a small golden key in hand. The stranger, whose name you forgot to ask, unlocks the door and stands back with a warm smile on his face.

“There, you just got upgraded to a real bedroom,” he recalls, standing in the now open doorway.

“I would say thank you, but I’m still a little concerned that a strange man just had to let me into my own apartment,” you (semi) joke, attempting to gather your suitcases.

“I’m Nico,” he explains, taking the suitcase you were struggling to heave into the apartment.

“Oh, you’re the captain!” you exclaim, recalling all the times Jack and Luke had talked about their beloved leader to you. “Jack never mentioned you lived next door!”

“That’s me. I only just moved in about a week ago. Was looking for a place closer to the rink and Jack told me about his previous neighbors moving out, so I decided to move in. Nice having them just across the hall. They’re like the little brothers I never had,” Nico pronounces brothers like ‘brudders’. You nearly forgot Jack had mentioned he was from Switzerland, too distracted to have picked up on his accent before now.

“Yeah, they seem to have that effect on people, huh?” you understood the sentiment behind Nico’s words all too well.

You’ve known Jack, Luke, and Quinn since you were all kids. Your family owned the lake house next to theirs when you were growing up. You spent every summer with them up until Quinn got drafted to the Canucks a few years back. Then Jack to the Devils, then Luke following Jack. Your families grew incredibly close to one another over the years, though. Trips to visit the other outside of the summer months became a regular occurrence. Trips to watch their hockey games, traveling to watch Luke play college hockey, and attending their drafts. These three were the brothers you never had but always wanted. They treated you like their own sister from the very start.

“They especially have the annoying aspect of younger brothers perfected,” Nico replied, both of you fully inside your new apartment now.

“God, don’t I know it,” you laughed.

Looking up, you finally took in your new home. Geez, this place is nice. It shouldn’t surprise you, really, with how much Jack and Luke both make, but the apartment is like, really nice. Definitely out of your price range, by likely a couple thousand dollars. You suddenly feel bad that Jack refused to let you pay any share of the rent. You had fought him on it, several times. He insisted that they had the spare bedroom anyways, and they had no trouble making rent as is. You demanded that you contribute in some way, so you were now tasked with grocery shopping and cooking for two professional hockey players. Honestly, after seeing the meal plans the team nutritionist gave them, it might be a fair trade.

It's only as you look over towards the kitchen at the thought of having to go grocery shopping soon, you realize Nico is still there. He’s just standing there, watching you take in your surroundings, lost in your own thoughts.

“Well, thanks for not letting me waste away in the hallway. And helping me with my luggage. I think someone from TSA filled my suitcases with rocks or something. I swear it didn’t seem like I had that much stuff when I left home,” you explain, not knowing what else to say to the stranger.

“No problem, seriously. I feel like I’m over here more than I’m at my own apartment, anyways. Jack is always calling me to come over or insisting that we have to watch game film together after practice. It’s a little concerning how obsessed he is with hockey. I mean, I’m the captain of the team and I feel like I spend less time thinking about work than he does,” Nico chuckles, not seeming to want to end the conversation just yet.

“God, don’t even get me started. I’ve had to listen to him ramble on and on about hockey for years. I’m just glad someone else finally understands my pain.”

“You know, the only other subject he seems to talk about as much as hockey is you. And his family, but according to him the two are one in the same. Every time I’ve seen him this week, which is nearly every day, he’s updated me on the countdown to when you were set to arrive. He’s seriously excited to have you here. They both are. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name,” Nico reveals.

You and Jack had always been the closest out of the three brothers. With your age falling directly in-between Quinn and Jack, you and Jack had the most common interests as a kid. Quinn was always trying to be the grown one, not concerning himself with whatever you and Jack were interested in while growing up. As teens, Quinn was always training or going off by himself to do who knows what. Luke was still slightly too young to go off with you and Jack alone, so it was usually just the two of you embarking on your own little adventures on those summer days. Once Jack got his boating license neither of your parents would let Luke go out on the water without them. So, more often than not, you and Jack would take the boat to God knows where in the middle of the lake and spend the whole day there, not returning until after dark. Those days were your favorite to think back on. The conversations between you and Jack never ceased to flow. From hockey, to your boy troubles back home, to whatever girl Jack wanted to impress that summer, to what your lives would look like one day, to always vowing to be in each other’s lives, even if he became a big shot hockey player that lived on the other side of the world.

“Yeah, well, he always has been the sentimental type, no matter how hard he tries to deny it,” you chuckle, a fond smile finding its way onto your face.

“Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you around, Y/N. If you ever find yourself faced with sleeping in the hallway again, you know where to find me,” Nico drops his eye into a wink, walking over to the door and opening it once again.

“Thank goodness someone around here understands the severity of the situation at hand. Me and my back thank you,” you wave your arms around for dramatic effect, walking to take hold of the open door as he steps into the hallway and back into his own doorway.

“Welcome to Jersey. We’re glad to have you here,” Nico turns to face you after he’s back in his own apartment, a genuine smile settled on his face.

“Thanks, Nico. It’s good to be here,” you respond, matching his smile, thinking of how well it suits him.

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“Y/n!!!! Where are you!?” you hear, currently elbow deep in suitcase number two, trying your hardest to unpack everything. You really don’t know how you managed to fit so much clothing in three suitcases. Or how you ended up with so many clothes to begin with. You stand up and start making your way to the door of your bedroom, hand on the doorknob as it flies open, revealing a very excited looking Jack and Luke. You suddenly feel your body flying forward, face hitting a clothed shoulder.

“Ow! Jack, that was my nose!” you tried to say, but everything was muffled because of how tight your body was being held in place. Seriously, he acts like he hadn’t seen you in years. You were literally here a few months ago to visit and arrange plans to move in. Leave it to Jack to always bring the dramatics.

“Just a few more seconds, I missed you,” he mumbles, squeezing even tighter, if that was even possible.

“Jack, no fair! Quit hogging her, I missed her too!”

“Luke, please save me. I might suffocate soon if he doesn’t let go,” you beg the younger brother.

“Oh my god, will you two quit being dramatic? Can’t a man be excited his best friend is finally moving in after months of waiting?” Jack whines as he releases his hold on you.

“No one said you couldn’t be excited, Rowdy, but suffocating me two minutes into living together might not be the best way to show your excitement,” you say, smoothing out your sweatshirt and making your way towards the open arms of the younger, yet much larger, brother.

“Oh Moose, how have you been? Have you been getting enough sleep?” You question, always worried about his wellbeing, especially these past few weeks.

“Yeah, m’alright. A little tired, but we have some home games lined up soon. I’ll catch up on sleep then,” he responds, squeezing you a little tighter at the end of his sentence.

Luke’s rookie year has been a rollercoaster not only for him, but for you as well. You worry about the youngest Hughes, having such a soft spot for the boy. You know he’s talented, and you know he’ll do well, but you can see the exhaustion on his face and in his actions. You know he carries the weight of the foul comments he receives about his gameplay, and you try your hardest to take some of it off of his shoulders.

“Alright, but now that I’m here just know I’ll be holding you to that,” a stern look on your face.

Turning back around towards Jack, you find him surveying your room, looking over the mess you created in the few hours it took for them to return home.

“So, are you going to spend the rest of the day unpacking, or can we go have some fun and celebrate the fact that you live in New Jersey now?” Jack spoke, looking at the pictures you decided to display, most of them pictures of you and the brothers throughout the years.

“I mean, I was hoping to get as much done today as I can, but I’m guessing you’ve already made plans, huh?”

“You would be correct. We’re leaving at 8, be ready,” is all Jack says, before dragging Luke out of your room.

#nhl oneshot #nhl blurb #nhl fanfic #nhl fanfiction #nico hischier #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier fanfic #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier x y/n #nico hischier x you #luke hughes #jack hughes #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier one shot #new jersey devils #hockey imagine #hockey

[webslingingslasher]

ok but what if some girl would be saying that she slept with frat!peter after some party (where he was with trouble) and stuff like "oh yeah he had me calling him daddy and he's totally not a boob guy" and trouble overhears her and goes to peter with "you would not believe what i have just heard" and joking that maybe she has magic tits or something

you weren't listening.

minding your own business, pouring liquor into plastic cups, and cracking a can of sprite for a mixer; a group of friends crowded behind you. not listening, but certain words poked out more than others.

"he's fucking jacked by the way, it's like when i hooked up with parker."

your blood ran cold, frozen in place you were straining your hearing for each word to follow, if she didn't add more context you'd be shaking peter by his shirt.

a friend gasps, "you did? when?"

oh, not old news?

yeah, when did she?

flashing your eyes to peter, he's talking to someone and not paying attention. you'll kill him.

"like, around the start of the school year?"

oh thank god, he's in the clear.

"okay, well... spill!"

you can't walk away, your feet are glued to the vinyl floor. maybe, you just want to know if peter's telling the truth when he says you're different than the rest.

"ass man all the way, insisted on doggy. big dick, strong game, threw me around a little, had me calling him daddy and everything. not very affectionate though, i don't think he kissed me, actually. and not a lick of a cuddle after, threw my dress at me and said 'need an uber?' but, hey, i'd still do it again."

another friend cackles, "too bad, nate begged him to do a double date and parker immediately shut it down and said, and i quote, 'no. i have a girlfriend. she doesn't want me dating other girls.' kinda sweet if you ask me."

your heart soars, this is the first time he's ever referred to you as his girlfriend. not that you were, at least not officially, but it's easier to explain than what you actually were, and you had no idea what you were. you assume he doesn't either.

their conversation falls into something else, making you feel confident in moving away from the counter with a full cup in each hand, walking straight to the most interesting man of the night.

peter perking up instantly, leaving his friend with a fist bump, meeting you halfway.

"hi trouble, i missed you." a warm kiss placed on your cheek, you can't help the grin while handing him his drink, "hi handsome, i got a question..." you trail your words off and shift your back against his chest so he'd have a clear view of who you're pointing at.

"see that group of friends, do you know anyone there?"

he barely gives them a look over, one harm slung over your waist, he presses a kiss to your shoulder, "no, don't think so."

nudging him, "no, really. look." a sigh, "looking, no one looks familiar." the back of your head hits his chest, "peter, c'mon. please don't tell me you're one of those guys."

"i don't know what you mean! are you testing me or something?"

turning in his hold, a small pout hangs. "you hooked up with one of them. tell me which one and you earn two brownie points."

that changes things, because now peter knows what the mission is and how to identify previous suitors. mind ticking and eyes running over each body in a different way. watching him analyze is interesting. You wonder what he looks for in a hookup.

"the one in the middle. i'm sure of it, but i can't remember her name. I think it started with an 's' or 'v' maybe 'l'?"

"It's whitney," peter cheers his cup on your shoulder, "oh yeah, that's right."

you spin in his grasp, "liar. i made that up." peter pulls you closer, "you're just so convincing, trouble. call me gullible."

humming, you press a kiss to his chin, "she was talking about you, wanna hear?"

"this feels like a trap, i don't like this idea."

"oh, you should. i heard all about you in bed, and how you told nate i was your girlfriend." peter shakes his head, "i think you've been hitting the sauce hard tonight and you're making things up."

shaking your head like a toddler, "nope, i heard the truth about daddy." peter's head is thrown back with a groan, "alright, wow, we're really doing this. what else did you hear?"

"that you're an ass man, and," you sway on your feet and pretend to twirl a stand of hair, a nasally sarcastic tone rips, "you're like so, super fucking jacked. like, seriously so sexy. ugh! with a big dick too!"

peter presses a kiss to your cheek, "thank you for the compliments, baby." another kiss, the corner of your mouth, "even if you're sarcastic." a delicate kiss to your lips, "and a little wrong."

"which part was wrong? she's right, you've got a fucking wrench."

your cup is pulled from your hand, "alright, it's done. we're done."

a whine, "no! c'mon, please, daddy?"

"i'll silence you and you won't like it."

"will it be with your monster coc-"

a hand is slapped over your mouth, "i'll kill you, and won't have a problem with it."

#peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #tasm!peter x reader #frat!peter drabbles #my writing

[toxicanonymity]

Uber

1.1k / stepdad!Joel x f!reader

#3 in stepdad AU | joel master SUMMARY: When you're drunk, you call Joel instead of a ride share to pick you up, and you try to tempt him on the way home. WARNINGS: I8+ Reader kinda softdom, girthy age gap, brief degradation, stepcest, drunkenness, groping while driving, panty gagging, fingering, mutual masturbation, panty stealing.  

A/N: @megangovier20 inspired his glasses look, and the original post. This is #3 in the AU. Read alone or after Instagram and Snapchat. NEXT after Uber: All Recipes.

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“God, you’re a mess," he says with his arm around you, helping you walk straight.  "How much have you had to drink?” 

“I dunno,” you shrug. “Few shots.”  It was at least your third when you had the bright idea to text him instead of a ride share.

He grits his teeth then adds,  “And why are you dressed like a fuckin’ hooker?”

He looks like a whore himself. Well-fitting joggers, tight white T-shirt, muscles bulging out everywhere, glasses, bed head.  God, he looks hot. Ugh.

You're falling all over Joel as he opens the door to his truck and has to physically help you into the seat.  You’re playing it up with the hope that Joel feels bolder with you drunk off your ass and away from the house.  You’re home for Thanksgiving. It's a tradition to stay over for the week even though you don't live that far. He's been obnoxiously well behaved and smug about it.  The tension is killing you at every meal.

As he gets you situated, he pushes your legs in to close the door and his hand lingers on your thigh.  You flash your eyebrows and bite your lip.

“I think you like it,” you say, looking him up and down.  How is he so hot?  “and at least you know I’m not takin' anyone home,” you mumble and he walks around to the driver’s side to get in.  Meanwhile, you fold up the center console and slide over into the middle seat.  

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“Fuck me,” he mutters when he sees you moved. 

"Yes sir," you say, reaching under your skirt to roll down your slutty stockings and take them off entirely.

"C'mon now. . ." He says, then looks you up and down as he buckles his seatbelt. "Christ, you're tryin' to kill me."

He pulls out of your friend's neighborhood and takes a dark backroad. He takes a sharp turn and you fall over him. He shrugs you off. "Put your seatbelt on.” 

You don't. 

"Damnit." He reaches over to grab the lap belt and you seize his big, veiny hand while it's close to where you need it. He resists but just barely.  Far, far less than his strength would allow. You hold his hand on your thigh.

"Not like you haven't touched me," you say. 

"For two seconds," he justifies to himself.

"You want it as bad as I do." You slide his hand between your legs. Then you you rub your balled up stockings into his nose and add, "I know you've been thinking about it."

He takes a deep breath and his eyes darken, then you put the stockings away.

He says, "You're filthy. You know that?" He cant help himself now. Reluctantly, he cups your bare, wet pussy and begins stroking you up and down. 

Your hips rock into his practiced hand and you counter, "what does that make you?" 

He plunges his middle and ring finger inside you, stroking you gently. Just enough for him to feel it. Not trying to get you off.  Probably trying to memorize the inside of your cunt for the next time he jacks off to your Instagram. 

You ride in silence for a minute while he fingers you.

Then his head falls back against the headrest and his mouth falls open.   He curls his fingers and moans as he really starts fucking you with his thick digits. 

You lean over and grab the thick, rock-hard bulge in his joggers, and he groans. His hips lift into your palm and you push back.  His hardness gives you a shock of arousal.  You turn your whole body toward him and slip your hand into his joggers, massaging him through his boxers.  You feel a sliver of his smooth shaft and reach into the hole, finding his tip where precum is beading. It's the first time you've touched his cock and having it in your hand gives you a desperate need to have it other places.

You begin to lower your head to his lap and he shakes his head, "No, uh-huh sweetheart." He takes his hand out from between your legs.  His wet fingers grab your wrist and take your hand out of his pants.  He throws your hand back into your lap as he turns into the neighborhood.  "Not goin' there."  You can't help but think it's a matter of time.  His boundaries started out with hesitancy to jerk off in front of you. Then quickly crumbled to no touching.  Now you're at hands only? With a brief backtrack into no touching. Out of guilt, you imagine. 

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After parking at the house, he doesn't open the door for you or help you out of the truck. He walks toward the house alone, irritated and determined to stay strong.  

Then you stumble out of the truck and fall on the driveway. 

"Damnit," he says under his breath.  He comes back and helps you inside and upstairs to your room.  You can't help but reach for his cock again on the stairs and he whispers "I swear to god."

If you respect this boundary it might give him the reassurance he needs to push it further next time. 

He helps you into your room and you shut the door behind him. 

"Okay fine, no touching," you relent in a whisper, adding, "sorry, I'm wasted." You're not sorry, you just need his trust.

You lay on your bed and get out your vibrator. "Let's just finish real quick," you tell him.  He sits down at your desk and takes his cock out in silence. He strokes himself and wets his lips as he watches you. When his lips part you worry about his moaning. 

"And keep quiet for once," you say. You get up and stuff the stockings in his mouth and his face looks painfully aroused. 

You turn on your toy and lock eyes with him as he jerks himself off. You want to edge yourself but there's no way you'll last long unless you close your eyes.  You can't physically pry your eyes away from him in his glasses with your stockings in his mouth. 

His nostrils flare as his breathing gets heavier.  His masculine knuckles hypnotize you as his hand moves up and down his length.  His eyelids droop. His neck flexes. His t-shirt stretches. He moans into your stockings and you begin to come. You close your eyes, then as you're riding your orgasm and soaking your comforter, you open open your eyes just in time to see him get up from the chair and cross the room.  You turn off your toy.  He pumps himself just twice more, then aims at your cleavage and comes all over you with a muffled groan.  

When he's finished, he takes the stockings out of his mouth and pockets them.  Then he grabs a tissue from your nightstand and throws it at you. 

On his way out, he says, "get an Uber next time."  

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This is the third of the series, scroll to the top for links. Fourth coming some time between 5/2-5/7. No tag list for this Joel sorry

Glasses look from @megangovier20 who also caused the original stepdad story (Instagram) with an ask.

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All joel: @ethanhoewke @silkiers @eiviea @evyiione @xdaddysprincessxx @queerly-anxious @chernayawidow @ambassadortotrilliusprime @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @jasminespringtime @romanarose @fandomsfallnomore @djarinxore @lokanda @blackvelveteen1339  @manazo @wolvesandvampires 

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #stepdad!joel #stepdad!joel miller #stepdad!joel☠️ #toxicanonymity ☠️ #joel miller/reader #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal #content label #pedro pascal fic #joel miller/you #joel jacks off #PPCU jacks off #PPCU jacks off ☠️ #someone jacks off

[aliaology]

TODAY WAS A FAIRYTALE

summary: quinn and reader have been friends for awhile, still stuck in highschool. it doesn’t take long for quinn to fully ask the reader out and after their date, reader feels like shes apart of a fairytale, one she wants to be in forever.

pairings: quinn hughes x reader

warnings: just pure fluff!

BASED ON the song ‘today was a fairytale’ by taylor swift!

you wore a dress. one that dropped straight to your knees. the white, soft fabric was littered with small sunflowers. the lace sleeves hung loosely on your arms as you sat on your bed, reading. your eyes would flicker out the window after every other sentence you read.

your clock read 6:00 pm as his car pulled into your driveway. you slammed your book shut, rushing to grab your small white bag and throw your sandals on. tucking a hair behind your ear, you closed your front door behind you and made your way to his car.

quinn stepped out. a dark grey t-shirt adorned his body, along with a nice pair of jeans and..air force ones! he definitely got styled by his brother. you stopped and stared. he looked good. he always did. it felt amazing knowing he was here for you.

you brushed your hands threw your hair, feeling like a mess. he walked over to you, grabbing your hand. “you look pretty.” he smiled, pinching a piece of hair between his fingers before tucking it behind your ear again.

it felt like time slowed down, but you know it didn’t. “thank you” you muttered, bashfully. your cheeks turned a slight pink as he tugged you to his car. he opened the passenger door.

“after you, m’lady” he smiled.

you laughed, “why thank you, prince charming.” you got in. he closed the door for you and ran to his side, getting in the car as soon as he could.

the drive was short, filled with conversation. talking about how they were excited for the date. talking about how jack styled his brother and if it were up to quinn, he would’ve worn something more ‘fancy’ in order to match you.

you liked how he was dressed though, it made the night more casual. he pulled into a random, vacant lot that was right next to a small hill that overlooked some mountains. you both walked to his trunk, you grabbed the blanket and two pillows he packed. he grabbed the picnic basket and small cooler, full of more stuff he packed. he didn’t tell you what he brought though.

you neatly set the blanket down on the grass, then placed the pillows down, next to each other.

“thank you for this, by the way. i’ve always wanted to do a picnic for a date” you spoke.

quinn smiled. “thats why i did this, i asked (your friends name) about things you liked and your ‘dream date.’ i hope this lives up to the expectation?” he questioned.

he sat down, taking you with him as he grabbed your hand. you laugh lightly, “its above my expectations.” you spoke.

“‘m glad” he grinned, opening up the cooler and pulling out a bottle.

your eyes widened. “quintin hughes we are not drinking champagne!” you mutter.

he lets out a laugh. “relax, its just sparkling water. my parents would kill me if i got champagne.” he chuckled.

you mentally sighed in relief. your body language relaxing. he pulled out a few snacks. a small charcuterie board was in the middle, along with chocolate covered strawberries, pineapple, some veggies and a few things of candy.

you two talked for hours. your eyes lit up every time he smiled. you liked his smile, one that he didn’t show often around others. you felt special.

you put the utensils and left overs in the basket before settling down next to quinn. your entire left side pressed against him as you two watched stars slowly peak out as the sun set.

the brunette boy looked over at you, his eyes scanning you, your face, your body. you looked at him, opening your mouth slightly, prepared to speak, but instead his lips were on yours.

his hand held your cheek as he kissed you. his lips were soft, they tasted like strawberries. your wide eyes then closed, your hand made its way to the back of his neck.

god he felt perfect. his lips molded perfectly with yours, like puzzle pieces that went together. perfect. perfect. perfect. you loved every second of it.

as he slowly pulled away, you felt yourself chasing him slightly, pulling him back into you. he was intoxicating. you could feel your heart beat, it pounded heavily against your chest.

you grab his free hand and place it against your chest as you keep your lips against his. can he feel it? the way he makes you feel was strong.

when you two finally pull away, his lips quirk upwards into a smile as his head rests on your forehead. “you think we could take this further and perhaps go on a second date?” quinn spoke with a goofy grin on his face.

“i do.” you smile.

the minute you closed your front door and locked it, you grinned. he liked you. he wanted a second date. he liked you.

“how was it, sweetheart?” you heard your mom ask. she had been at the short end of the stick, hearing you constantly talk about the date, before it even happened.

“today was a fairytale, mom,”

i feel like these lowkey suck ass

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #hughes brothers #jack hughes #hockey #vancouver #vancover canucks #nhl hockey #nhl imagine

[maxillness]

“I want this one” // Smut

Pronounces used: She/Her

Paring: sub!Mads Mikkelsen x dom!short!wife!reader

Warnings: Sex (p/v), oral (r receiving), bathroom sex

Summary: Y/N is into oversized clothes, but she doesn’t have any shirts to sleep in, so she asks Mads if she can borrow one of his. He gives in and gives her one, but seeing her in his clothes makes him turned on

Word count: 1014

A/N: Remember when I said that the Jack Thompson post was the filthiest I’ve ever written. This tops that

“Hey, darling?” Y/N poked her head through the door towards the living room where Mads was sitting watching tv

“Yes? What does my pretty queen desire?” He always used royal names towards her

“Can I borrow one of your shirts to sleep in? I don’t have any” She asked with puppy eyes

“Our closet is 95% filled with your clothes” He said not answering her question

“I don’t have any” She pouted and batched her eyelashes which made him turn of the tv, stand up, walk towards their bedroom and look in their closet

“Look. You have two shelves filled with shirts you can wear to sleep” He pointed to the two shelves as Y/N stood behind him and snaked her arms around his waist

“They’re too small. They go to my hips” She said as she kissed Mads’ shoulder blade before walking towards the bed and sat on it “And none of them smell like you” She added as she smiled

“Fine. You can have this” He said as he took a t-shirt from the closet and threw it towards her and closed the closet

“No” She said and stood up as she walked toward him “I want this one” She pulled him closer by his belt and put her hands under his shirt

“Do you, now?” He bent down while lifting her a little to kiss her on the lips “Well, you can’t have it”

“Why?” She asked as she roamed his upper body with her hands

“Because it’s my favourite” Y/N knew that. He always wore it when he was home

“I’ll take good care of it” She said as she started kissing his neck

“Fine. You can wear it” He finally gave in and took his shirt off and gave it to her

“Thank you, love” She said kissed his hands before putting it on and walked out of the bed room to the on suite bathroom to brush her teeth

As she brushed her teeth, she could feel the presence of her husband behind her. She looked in the mirror to see him leaning against the four frame-- shirtless

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer” She chuckled before she held her hair back to spit out in the sink

“Sorry, I don’t have my phone on me,” He said as he started walking towards her and putting his hands on her waist as he started kissing her neck “You know you’re pretty, right?” He said between kisses

“You know you need a shirt, right?” She said as she leaned on the counter

“I don’t need one right now” He said trailing his hands up and down her body under the shirt

“Are you sure you can handle it, baby? I mean, you’re getting quite old” She always joked about his age because there were an age gap between them

“Excuse me” He stopped kissing her neck. He hooked one of his fingers under her chin and turned her head towards him, so he could look straight into her eyes instead of through the mirror

“I swear to god-“ She didn’t get to finish her sentence before she was interrupted

“What? You swear about what?”

Y/N turned them around so that Mads’ lower back was back against the counter “If there’s gonna be any hickeys, I’m gonna fucking kill you”

“You’re cute when you’re angry” He said with and smiled and kissed her after. She wanted to pull away, but at the same time, she loved his kisses and his hands around her waist with a burning passion “I want you right here, right now” He said as he pulled away from the kiss

“Get on your knees. Now” He turned them both around quickly, and got to his knees immediately “Pull them off” The whole time he was pulling her panties down, he was looking up at her, knowing that if he didn’t, she would force him to “Good boy” She said once they were off and kicked away “Go on. Have your fun”

He placed one leg over his shoulder, granting him better access. He started nice and slow, and as Y/N’s breaths were getting heavier and faster, he would speed up as she started moaning

Her knuckles started turning white from the harsh grip on the counter. She took one of her hands and ran it through her husband's hair. She tried to run it through his hair again, but stopped midway as she had to grip on

“Please, baby. Don’t stop. Feels so fucking good” It barely came out between the loud moans, but he heard it

A minute went by, and he stopped. She wasn’t angry, they had made that deal

“Lift me up, baby” She stood up, put his hands under her thighs and lifted her up on the counter. He walks closer to her, so he was standing in between her legs

While she was desperate to get his belt up and get his cock out, he just wanted to kiss her passionately. He managed to get a few kiss in before she had gotten his cock out of his pants

She spat in her palm, and rubbed it on and stroked a few times before she was pulled to the edge of the counter

She started kissing his neck which was his cue to just put the tip in. Once they both were ready, he put it all in. He didn’t move until Y/N was ready, but she was fairly quickly

Once again he started slow, but once Y/N started complaining about how slow he was, he started going faster

Soon, the only thing that filled the bathroom, was the sound of skin clapping, and both of their loud moans

“Don’t stop, baby. I’m almost there” Y/N moaned clinging to his neck

“Fuck you feel good, love” He said quickly after which sent her I’ve r the edge and he came quick after

After they cleaned up, they went to bed

“I’m not gonna get my shirt back, am I?” He asked tired

“No”

#mads Mikkelsen x reader #mads Mikkelsen x reader smut #Mads Mikkelsen #smut

[pedropascallme]

Surprise, Surprise

Pairing: Daddy!Whiskey x f!Reader

Summary: "No, it wasn’t often you got to visit your Agent Whiskey while he worked, but it was always fun to surprise him. Especially when you knew you’d be in for a surprise yourself when he got home."

Warnings: Smut (18+ MINORS DNI), this is porn. Straight up porn. p in v sex, dom/sub dynamics (dom!Whiskey x sub!Reader), Daddy kink, mild degradation, brattamer!Whiskey, praise kink, boot worship, cum play. If I missed anything please let me know!

You pulled down your skirt as you maneuvered your way through hallways before knocking on Jack’s office door. It wasn’t often that you got to visit your Agent Whiskey while he worked, but it was always fun to surprise him.

“C’mon in.” He called from behind the door. You pushed it open.

He sat at his desk, legs spread, hat on. God, he was pretty.  

“My girl,” he drawled out, “to what do I owe the pleasure?” You flounced over to him, taking a seat on his thigh.

“Wanted to see you. Got bored, finished work early today.” You explained, hands grabbing at the collar of his shirt before fanning your fingers out over his chest. He pulled you in, covering your face with kisses before planting one on your lips.

“It’s a nice surprise.”

“Brought you something!” You wiggled slightly atop him, bringing your purse off your shoulder and onto your own lap.

“A surprise from my surprise,” he put a hand on the back of your head, rubbing his thumb slightly against your temple. “Show me, baby.”

“Close your eyes.” You commanded. He scoffed but did what he was told.

You opened your purse, keeping your surprise to him balled in your fist before letting it unravel slightly.

“Gimme your hand.” You reached for his arm, bringing it up to you, dropping the surprise into his opened hand. “Open!”

He opened his eyes, immediately looking down at his hand, which was now gripping a pair of your lacy panties. He growled.

“Fuckin’ minx. This my surprise?”

“Do you like it, daddy?” You feigned innocence, rubbing your thighs together slightly where you sat on him. “Thought you’d like to see what you were missing while you worked.”

“Gonna kill me, sugar.” He leaned in, ready for a heated kiss, but you turned your head, lifting yourself up off his lap.

“Princess…”

“I gotta go. I’ll see you at home, Jack.” You began to walk out the door, pretending to drop your purse in front of you. “Oops!” You bent over to pick it up, purposefully spreading your legs and letting your skirt ride up, exposing your naked cunt to Jack as he looked on.

“You—” He began to speak, but you cut him off.

“Bye, daddy!” You shut the door to his office.

No, it wasn’t often you got to visit your Agent Whiskey while he worked, but it was always fun to surprise him. Especially when you knew you’d be in for a surprise yourself when he got home.

~~~

“Where are ya, sugar?” Jack opened the door, taking long strides throughout your shared house. He opened the door to the bedroom, and there you were: Sitting pretty, stripped down for him, waiting.

“Fuckin’ slut. Knew you’d be in trouble, huh?” He closed the space between you, walking over to the bed and sitting down, stroking your hair. You leaned into his touch.

“Want you, daddy.”

“I know you do, princess. But do bad girls get what they want?”

You smiled, “Maybe.”

“Don’t get smug with me.” He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you into him, grabbing you by the hair and kissing your exposed neck and chest. You let out a small gasp. “Try again, now. Do bad girls get what they want?”

“No, daddy.”

“Good. How ‘bout you get on your knees.”

You did as he suggested, getting off the bed and settling yourself between his spread legs. You reached for his belt, but Jack grabbed your wrists in one hand.

“Didn’t say you could touch.” He threw your wrists down. “Didn’t say you’d be suckin’ my cock, either.”

“Daddy…” You whined.

“Y’see these boots?” He rested his leg on his heel. “Brand new, darlin’. Need’a break ‘em in. You gonna help me?” You nodded, scootching yourself over to rest yourself over his foot. “S’what I thought. Good l’il whore.” You waited for his signal, waited to be told what to do. Under different circumstances, you might just go for it, but you were in enough trouble as it was, and you didn’t want to test your luck.

“Go on, then, sugar. Show daddy how much you like his new boots. Shine ‘em up for me.”

You positioned your clit over the lowest point of the ankle of the shoe, right where it began to curve over the top of his foot. The friction made you moan, and you grabbed Jack’s thigh to anchor yourself. You rocked back and forth, each swipe of your bud over the leather making you grow wetter.

“Knew you could be good for me.” Jack let out a low groan, his hand brushing over the buldge growing under his jeans. He shifted his foot slightly, adding pressure to your clit, and you whimpered.

“Clo—se.” You squeezed Jack’s thigh, feeling yourself speed towards your high.

“Should you be allowed to cum, princess? You were awful naughty today. Showin’ up dressed like a slut, givin’ daddy your panties just to tease…”

“Oh, please, pl—ease! Daddy, I’ll be g-good! Won’t tease anymore, let you do anything!” You sped up your movements, grinding yourself down onto his boot.

“Anything?”

“Anything!”

“Whore.” He smirked. “You wanna be good, now? Cum for me.”

You felt the overwhelming pleasure of his words, combined with your movements, and it pushed you over the edge. You trembled, legs burning from the position you had kept for so long. Jack, tormenting you, pushed his boot into your clit, causing you to yelp and grasp his calf in an attempt to hold yourself up.

“C’mere, baby.” He grabbed you under your arms, large hands wrapping around your ribcage and hauling you up to straddle him. You nuzzled yourself into his neck.

“Thank you, daddy.”

“No need to thank me yet, sugar. Not done with you.” You let out a happy hum at his words. “Give your daddy a kiss.” You looked up at him, placing your mouth on his. His mustache tickled your upper lip as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You sucked on it, before sliding your own tongue over it. He groaned.

“Hands and knees.” He broke away from you, picking you up and all but throwing you onto the bed. You pushed yourself up onto your limbs; legs bent and spread, just how he liked you. You heard the clang of his belt buckle as he undid it, tossing it next to you on the bed. You knew it would be the only article of clothing he took off—he liked having you spread out naked, just for him to see, while he remained fully clothed. The show of power made shivers run up your spine, and you knew he was probably hard from thinking about showing you just how in control he was.

You felt a finger run through your slit, arching your back and letting out a breathy noise.

“Drippin’ for me, princess.” He ran his finger back and forth through you, letting your wet collect on the tip of his middle finger. His feather light touch drove you crazy, and you attempted to push yourself onto his finger, desperate and needy to be filled by him. You raised your hips, and he smacked you on the ass, hard.

“How many times do I gotta tell you to behave today?” He smacked your ass again, making you moan. “Look at you, so fuckin’ greedy. You like lettin’ your daddy hit you like that? Want me to spank you so you remember how to be good?”

“I can be good.” You protested.

“Don’t talk back to me.” He spanked you once more, and you moaned louder.

“Please!”

“Please what?”

“Please will you fuck me, daddy?”

“Well there y’go, finally rememberin’ some manners.” You heard him unzip his fly. He took out his cock, long and hard and leaking for you—he really liked being in total control.

“Gonna take it like a good girl?” He asked, rubbing his cock between the cheeks of your ass before placing the tip right against your hole.

“Yes, daddy. Promise.”

“Good. ‘Cause I’m gonna fuck you like a whore.” He pushed his full length into you, immediately starting a punishingly rough pace. All you could do was cry out, trying your best to remember to say thank you while he ruined your pussy, all but rearranging your insides.

“Fuck, sugar, you got the prettiest pussy. S’it all for me, baby?”

“Mhm!” You moaned out a response. He pulled you up to his chest, still pistoning his hips into you.

“Use your fuckin’ words. This pussy all for me?” He wrapped his hand around your throat, keeping the other on your hip.

“Y—es! All f—or y-ah!-you!”

“Belongs to me, don’t it?”

“Yes, daddy—yes! It’s y—ours it’s all yours! Fuck, Jack!” His cock pounded into your g-spot, and you yelled out for him.

“That’s not my fuckin’ name.” He drew his cock all the way out of you before pushing himself all the way back in at a slower pace.

“Daddy! Daddy! I’m sorry!”

“Sorry for what?” He picked up the pace again.

“S—orry for misbehaving daddy, I’m sorry!” Your arms wrapped around his neck from behind, careful to not push his hat off his head.

“That’s right. Good girl.” You gasped as his fingers began massaging your clit. He kissed your neck, sucking and leaving marks. “See what manners get you, princess? Gonna let you cum on daddy’s cock. Bein’ so good for me.” He rubbed circles on you, feeling you squeeze his cock as you neared completion.

“Oh, there! Yes, yes, yesyesyes!” You let the pleasure Jack gave you wash over your body, his cock thrusting into you as you came. He lowered your body forward, laying you down on your stomach, knees folded under you and arms unable to support yourself, as he gave you a few final thrusts. Your pussy clenched around him, the aftershock of your orgasm leaving you a completely blissed out, fucked out mess.

“So perfect, darlin’. Think you can get on your knees for daddy again?” He whispered, gently sliding out of you. You whined at the loss, but got up and fell to your knees in front of him.

“Good girl.” He fucked into his fist, using your juices as lube to finish himself off. “Gonna give you a reward, baby. Wanna let daddy paint your face?” He looked down at you, you smiled and nodded.

“Yes please, daddy.” You placed your hands on his thighs, positioning yourself right under his cock.

“Fuck, baby, look at me like that. Just like that, princess. Gonna cum all over your pretty fuckin’ face—fuck, fuck!” He came with a groan, moaning your name as he emptied himself onto you. Ropes of his cum landed on your cheeks, your chin, your forehead, and you batted your lashes up at Jack as he gave himself a few final pumps.

“Christ almighty…” He looked down at you, chest heaving. “God, what a sight you are.” He leaned down, giving you a kiss, tasting himself on you.

“What’tya say?” He prompted, straightening up and tucking his softening cock back into his jeans.

“Thank you, daddy.” You slid your fingers over your cheek, bringing his cum down into your mouth as you sucked it off two of your digits.

“Good girl.” He took off his hat, placing it on your head. “All mine.”

“All yours, daddy.” You beamed.

He took your hand, bringing you up to him, both of you falling onto the bed.

“Like when you surprise me at work.” One of his fingers glided through his cum on your face, bringing it up to your lips and letting you suck. “Like putting you in your place, too.”

You released his finger, licking the tip as he withdrew it.

“Be honest with me sugar: How long were you waitin’ for me in bed before I got home?”

“Too long. Wanted you to take me in your office.”

“What a good girl you are for waitin’.”

You slid a hand over the brim of his hat, tipping it towards Jack. “Much obliged, cowboy.” He chuckled.

“Don’t go getting’ all smart with me, now, girl.” He smiled. “Still got another boot that could use a good shine.” He licked more of his cum off your cheek.

“I’ll be good, daddy.” You leaned your face into him, letting him taste himself. “But I can be good and shine your shoes.”

“I know, princess. I know you can. Think you should keep the hat on, this time.”

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #jack daniels #jack daniels smut #jack daniels x reader #jack daniels x you #agent whiskey #agent whiskey smut #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x you

[mentally-a-slut]

Can I request "The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop." For Gale with female reader please?

Ahhhhh tysm for requesting! You are my first request! Since you didn't give any specifics about the time frame, I just assumed you wanted it to take place within the events of the game, but it didn't really matter anyway. The reader is left undescribed, though it is implied that she is shorter than Gale. I hope I did your request justice, and let me know what you think!

Prompt: "The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop."

Rating: E

Warnings: I got carried away and made "spicy" into straight up smut... oops? oral (f!receiving), porn with very little plot, smut

Flirting with Gale was a dangerous game. The back and forth we had going on had been constant, never pausing. I loved bantering with him, but the consistent pull back was beginning to kill me.

Harmless flirts with friends are fun, but I had made it abundantly clear to the wizard that it was more than just friendly banter. And as far as I'm concerned, he's been returning that same energy. And yet, every time we get past the line of flirtatious remarks and balance on the edge of action, he would completely pull away. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was afraid of intimacy.

At first I thought he just didn't like me that way, only wanted to banter with nothing coming of it. But something in the way his eyes glittered when he looked at me told me my attraction was not one sided.

When I went to the others for advice, they gave me jack shit. Astarion thought it was hilarious that I was asking him for romantic advice. I had to threaten to cut off his blood supply just to get him to quite yelling about it. Karlach just told me to "fuck it out," whatever that means. Shadowheart just kind of stared at me blankly. I didn't even bother asking Lae'zel, because I value my life. Wyll had good intentions, but he ended up rambling on about proper courtship methods and respectfully, I couldn't care less.

I had exhausted all of my options, which left me with the one thing I had been avoiding: talk to Gale about it.

It was a cool night, a nice change from the overwhelming heat that had layered over our group the last few nights. The day had been uneventful for once, little more than a few ambushes along the roads and some cackling hyenas. The mood around camp was significantly light than usual, everyone content with the lack of carnage.

I didn't give myself much time to rethink my actions, deciding to force myself into the conversation before I could chicken out.

Gale sat in his tent, reading a book with the doors pinned open for anyone to enter. He always stayed awake later than the others, often waiting until everyone else had closed their tents for the night to follow suit. He thought nobody noticed, but it was one of the many things that made me gravitate towards him. He was so naturally protective, unknowingly watching out for everyone.

As always, I took a moment to admire him before he noticed my presence. He looked so calm, contently scanning the pages of the tome in his hands. His everlasting yearning for knowledge was something I couldn't help but admire. I watched as his fingers curled under the parchment of the book and gently flipped the page, hands calloused from years of magical studies.

Gods, his hands that were so veiny and strong, rough but gentle, perfect to glide across my skin and make me shiver with-

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

I jumped at the sound of his voice, my thoughts that had previously consumed me dissipating. My face felt hot, blushing as if he was able to read my runaway thoughts. "Hi!"

I internally scolded myself for how not-smooth I was being. He carefully marked his place in the book before setting it aside, still seated in his chair as he looked up at me expectantly. His lips twitched into an amused smirk. Handsome bastard knows exactly what he does to me.

"Did you need something from me?"

I tilted my head at his question, blinking as my thoughts grew a mind of their own. I need you to kiss me until I can't breath. Touch me all over and make me shake with pleasure. I shook my head, gathering my thoughts before saying: "Just... wanted to talk to you about something."

He raised an eyebrow, an action that would have had me down on my knees if I had even just a tad bit less dignity. "Is it... a good something, or a bad something?"

My heart started racing in my chest, blood rushing in my ears. "Uhm... well, I suppose it depends. I think it's a good something, but, well, I can't speak for you..."

He stood from his seat, his movements quick but not aggressive. He always took care to control his actions, never making them seem offensive or startling. My eyes widened slightly when he reached behind me to unpin the tent flaps and let them fall closed, his frame slightly hovering over me for a moment as he did so.

His expression was open, concern and care written all over his face. "You can always talk to me. I'm here to listen."

Good gods I want to suck his dick until his brain explodes.

I cleared my throat and shifted nervously, looking up at him. "Right! So, I just... well, I was talking to the others about- actually that's not a good place to start, uhm..."

His amused smirk didn't go unnoticed. He had always liked when I got nervous, especially if he was the reason. "Take your time, darling."

Fucking Hells, he is trying to kill me.

I fought the urge to avert my gaze, forcing myself to keep eye contact. "Uhm, so, you know how we... well, obviously you know, but I mean- Fuck's sake, I mean to say, you know how we, like, flirt?"

His expression didn't falter, smirk growing into a knowing grin. He hummed an acknowledgement that sent vibration through my body, making my heart race even faster. His gaze flickered over my face, then quickly swept down my body, almost fast enough to miss.

"Well, I- Not that I don't like it, I love it! I- I mean, I don't want it to stop I just- Gods damnit, I just wanted to ask- shit... Why don't you just fucking kiss me already?!"

The silence that followed my stuttering words was overwhelming, blanketing over me and making me want to melt away into the earth to never be seen again. My embarrassment only worsened when I heard the slightest chuckle from the man in front of me. My heart dropped as every worst case scenario ran through my head.

He's going to laugh at me, tell me it was just for fun, that he would never want to be with me, he's going to make fun of me to everyone else-

"The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I would be able to stop."

I was suddenly aware of how hot it was in the close quarters of the canvas tent, and how Gale was only a few inches in front of me. I brought my eyes up to meet his, blinking rapidly as I tried to process what he just said. His stare held mine, a underlying air of vulnerability in his confession. With a shaky breath, I managed to utter out my response.

"Who said you had to stop?"

His lips crashed against mine within seconds of my hushed words, heated kiss melding our lips together. His hands, his gorgeous hands that I had spent weeks fantasizing about, were gripping my waist and pulling my body flush against his. My mouth moved in sync with his so naturally, so smoothly, that we could have been made for each other.

When I realized my hands were idle, I quickly remedied it and wrapped my arms around his neck. I didn't even notice I was tangling my fingers in his hair until I tugged lightly and was rewarded with a soft groan against my lips. The noise spurred me on, and I nipped at his lip lightly. Soon, our tongues were wildly clashing together, breathing heavy as involuntary sounds of pleasure were exchanged within the kiss.

I yelped when he suddenly lifted me off the ground, hands firmly gripping my ass as he held me. I held onto him, giggling into the kiss as he pressed against me. The stiffness of his arousal against my thigh was enough to make me shiver with anticipation, and he noticed.

He pulled away from my lips reluctantly, settling his forehead against mine. "As much as I want to do this," he glanced down at our positioning, my core level with his growing erection, "I want our first time to be something special."

I tried not to show my disappointment, silently nodding as I prepared myself to drop back onto the floor. As I loosened my thighs from his waist, I squeaked in surprise when his hands roughly squeezed my ass. "Ah ah, I didn't say I was doing to leave you wanting, did I?"

My cheeks reddened as I realized what he was implying. "Oh, Gale, you don't have to-"

"I want to. Trust me, I really, really want to."

His words were drawn out, almost a moan as he pleaded. His darkened eyes were practically begging. "I... If you're sure-"

He cut me off with a searing kiss, turning us around and laying me down on his bedroll. My whole body tingled with excitement as his body hovered over mine, lips desperately kissing down my neck. With the way he was panting as he nipped and kissed down my body, I could almost say he was more excited then me.

His stare was piercing as he looked up from my waist, silently asking for permission. I couldn't help but smile as his fingers grazed the waistband of my pants, impatiently fidgeting with the fabric. "Yes, please, Gale."

He all but tore them off, taking both my pants and underwear off in one go. His hot breath tickled my arousal, and I sighed as his hands lightly caressed the insides of my thighs. His touches were gentle, slow movements spreading open my legs and bearing my glistening entrance to him. I tilted my head up to look down at him, only to find his gaze transfixed between my legs. He practically whimpered his next words: "So fucking pretty for me."

I couldn't help but moan at his words, the heat of his breath ghosting over my clit. His eyes broke away for a moment to look at me, and he gave me a smile that made my heart swell before he dove in.

His beard rubbed against my thighs as his lips and tongue explored my cunt, the burn of his jaw emphasizing the blinding pleasure of his mouth. He moaned against me as he licked a long stripe along my folds, the teasing sensation sending a jolt of want through me. Before I could beg for more, his lips wrapped around my clit, sucking gently as he teased a finger at my entrance.

All coherent thought was left behind, all I could think about was Gale, Gale eating my pussy, moaning into me, rutting into the air as he pleasured me. "Fuck, Gale, please!"

He hummed against me, the vibration adding to the pleasure. He slipped a finger into my dripping hole, pulling his mouth away from my clit to look up at me. "Look at you, darling, so wet and ready for me."

I moaned as he pumped his finger, keeping eye contact with him. When he teased a second one, I couldn't stop my head from falling back with a moan. "Please!"

With a soft groan, he did as I asked. "As you wish."

The stretch of his second finger burned deliciously, his pace torturously slow. My walls pulsed around him, the softest parts of me jolting as he brushed against them. His thumb brushed against my clit as he quickened his pace. I reached out a shaky hand, tangling my fingers in his soft hair and tugging him forward.

He moaned at the tug, immediately replacing his thumb with his mouth. My back arched off the bedroll as he sucked harshly, his fingers brushing against all the right spots. He teased another finger, and my grip in his hair harshened. It must have encouraged him, because he soon plunged a third finger inside of me and relentlessly flicked his tongue over my clit as he finger fucked me.

My thighs began to constrict around him, orgasm fast approaching. He groaned against my cunt, gripping my thighs open and speeding up. "Fuck, I'm close!"

Another hum against me had my walls pulsating, orgasm crashing through me as he coaxed me down with his tongue sending overwhelming jolts of pleasure through me.

He gently removed his fingers, caressing my thigh as he swept his tongue through my folds, gathering my arousal. His gentle movements soothed me through the slight overstimulation as he cleaned me up with his tongue. My vision was unfocused, aftershocks still rolling through my body as he finally pulled away, slowly kissing up my body before planting a sweet kiss on my lips. I chased his kiss as he pulled back, and he chuckled as I pouted. "You did so well for me, love."

I whined at his words, desperately clawing him towards me and pulling him into a slow, sensual kiss. His clothed erection prodded my bare thigh, and he groaned when I shifted against it. "Don't tease me, darling."

I smiled up at him, tilting my head. "Is that a threat?"

He gave an amused hum against the skin of my neck, speaking between soft kisses. His words were teasing, yet heavy with intention.

"It's a promise."

#fem!reader #bg3 gale #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x reader #x reader smut #one shot #afab reader #azi's creations #female reader #x reader #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 x reader #request

[strrwbrrryjam]

the lengths people in the rdr2 fandom will go to to justify someone else being the rat or that "micah didn't work alone" is astonishing

most of it really boils down to misogyny and racism which is sadly so common in the fandom but, god its still so dumbfounding

from the moment we meet micah, you can tell he isn't a good guy, he's antagonistic, he's racist, he's sexist, he's basically an awful fucking person, an obvious bad guy with little to no redeeming qualities about him

no one (except dutch) in the gang likes him, and for good reason, he's gross to the woman, he kills cain, he makes fun of jack and uses slurs against charles and lenny and javier, and the little good moments there are of him with other camp members he ruins pretty soon after because he is not a man that can hide his bigotry for even a minute

he's an awful fucking guy, and he's extremely greedy! he goes on and on and on about the blackwater money, to the point that arthur has an antagonistic line about him that "he (Micah) hasn't mentioned the blackwater money for a minute," (or at least something like that)

its obvious that he doesn't care about anyone in the gang except dutch, he sees all of them as a means to an end, and the same goes for dutch- dutch isn't nothing but a pawn to him, but he's only kind to dutch and on his goodside because if you suck up to the leader, it doesn't matter if the rest of the gang members don't like him, because they can't do nothing if dutch likes him

while i despise him, i will say that he is a very interesting character to talk about, as he is a man who will do anything and everything to benefit him, it doesn't matter who he hurts or kills along the way, he's only in it for himelf

so of course, if something better comes his way, say for instance... a huge pay out for bringing down one of americas most notorious gang, he will bring them down from the inside out.

i mean jesus fucking christ, if you go to his camp from the mission where you steal a carriage from the o'driscolls, you can find dutch van der linde's wanted poster at his camp! while it may not have been his plan at the start, there is evidence that he was at least thinking about turning in the van der linde gang, the pinkertons just dropped the opportunity into his lap

and really, people thinking that molly and abigail are the rat? do you people not think? do you have a brain in your head? I've even seen people think poor lenny was the rat, jesus christ

molly o'shea was not the rat, milton literally told arthur that they "shook her down a few times but never said a peep" and why in the world would he lie about that? if it was to protect molly, that would be stupid, because arthur asks him to clarify that it was "micah? not molly?" and milton literally rats micah out, gloating to him that micah was the real rat

yes molly confessed, but it wasnt an actual confession, it was the words of a desperate, heartbroken woman, who was so heartbroken that she wanted to die. people need to think for a second, and realise that molly o'shea is not fucking stupid. she knows that telling the gang that she runs with that telling them she ratted them out would be suicide.

"oh but what did she want to say to arthur those times, hm??? what do you have to say about that???" shut up shut up shut up, maybe what she wanted to tell him that the pinkertons were capturing and interrogating gang members individually because that's what they did to her!!! again, confessing to arthur would be straight-up suicide. he's the most loyal man in the gang, the third member of the gang, the old guard, he's one of the worst people in the gang to confess to being the rat too, and I don't care if people disagree with me, molly o'shea is a smart woman, it doesn't make sense for her to tell him that she was the rat, but it makes sense to tell him about what the pinkertons are doing!!

(she could have also been wanting to tell him that dutch has changed, or something like that as we don't truly know, given that she was interrupted, but again telling him that she was the rat doesn't make sense.)

and the people who think abigail is the rat are just, downright stupid.

people like to accuse abigail of being the rat for a lot of reasons, like, for instance, "abigail got away but hosea didn't." and man I laugh at these people.

hosea is an incredibly important member of the gang, he's the second in command, it may be called "van der linde gang" but it began when dutch and hosea joined. he, dutch and arthur are what makes up the old guard, so of course the pinkertons would be going for him and not the young woman who hasn't been in the gang long enough to truly make a name for herself, like dutch van der linde, hosea matthews and arthur morgan have.

its also the fact that because she hasn't made a name for herself, it could be the fact that the pinkertons dont even know who she is! sure, she may have been seen on jobs, but do you really think abigail would been seen on a lot of jobs when she has a kid she cares about with the gang? do you really think she would risk jack being an orphan, since his daddy dont want anything to do with him? do you really think shes that stupid???

shes also dressed in a way to disguise herself with the rest of the civilians in the saint denis!!! so even if she was at some point seen by the pinkertons, shes now wearing something that disguises who she is.

"oh but how did they capture hosea?" hosea is an old man with a chronic health condition, throughout the chapters of the game he goes on about how these are his last days, and he probably wont even survive the year, while abigail is a young, healthy woman who is reasonably fit, she could easily out run hosea and the pinkertons and easily disguise herself

and more importantly, do you really think hosea matthews wouldn't sacrifice himself for abigail? throughout the story, he speaks to john and abigail about leaving the gang, about taking jack and going to a safe space, and live their life without the threat of being downed by a gunshot wound? or having to move everytime they are discovered? its no place to raise a child, and hosea knows that

hosea is also right in saying that this gang is damned. that they cannot survive the year, and he's right, they don't. so why wouldn't hosea sacrifice himself for her? why wouldn't that make sense to you?

(i mean, i think i know why, because it is such a tragic thought to have, but the story of rdr2 is a tragedy.)

and to the people who think that lenny is the rat, but don't give any evidence or thought to it? think logically, man.

do you honestly think a black man in the 19th century would willingly talk to lawman? do you really think that?

all of this to say, its just so stupid the lengths people go to to try to make micah not the rat, or not the only rat, its just abysmal really

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 micah bell #micah bell #rdr2 dutch van der linde #dutch van der linde #rdr2 abigail roberts #abigail roberts #rdr2 molly o'shea #molly o'shea #rdr2 arthur morgan #arthur morgan #rdr2 hosea matthews #hosea matthews #strawberry speaks

[petrssecrethideout]

"Bro, do you wanna hear about something crazy?"

"I mean sure, go ahead,"

"Alright, so I was just relaxing, scrolling TikTok,"

"Already a bad idea."

"I know, I got beef with that fuckin' algorithm let me tell you. I follow a couple of bodybuilders, post a couple of gym vids and suddenly my For you page is filled with the biggest assholes alive. Anyway, I'm scrolling, and I see this guy, he's doing that whole 'alpha top dog' thing even though he's not that big."

"Okay wait pause, how big is not that big?"

"I don't know, I have more muscle in my arms than he has in his whole body, real gym influencer type."

"Alright, for anyone listening to the pod at home, I should probably just say that this guy could be anywhere from 150-300 pounds from Dale's description of him, okay? He's not good at judging what normal guys look like anymore."

"Yeah, okay, you got me. Anyway, this guy keeps going on about his great advice, so I stick around to hear it. You wanna know what he said? 'Stop Cumming, its killing your natural testosterone' What kind of bullshit is that!?"

"I mean that is a big part of the current fitness world, these guys will say anything to get more followers, and a lot of their followers are so desperate for progress that they'll take whatever advice they're given."

"It's a shame, because he's also wrong! I tried that whole 'No Nut Whatever' and its been the only time in these last 5 years that I've plateaued."

"... Really?"

"Yeah! If I'm not cranking a load out every day I can kiss any potential gains goodbye."

"Wait,"

"Like after my workouts, when I got a huge pump going, I just have to crank one out, like what good workout would it be if I didn't"

"Dale c'mon,"

"And its not like I can just hit up a guy on Grindr and go to town every time I need to, there aren't enough guys on Grindr for that."

"Uggggh dude, we are never getting a sponsor with you talking like this."

"What, so all the straight alpha dudebros can talk about semen retnetion and get a ton of followers, but I get censored for talking about jacking off and getting tons of ass?"

"Yeah, we will."

"Well then, listeners, go subscribe to the patreon so that I can talk about my actual tips for growing, and so that you can help Mark get bigger. I'm telling you, I'm gonna make this boy huge with your help. Audio listeners make sure to check the videos so you can see this boy get huge. Now bro, help me out here. You don't want those Tiktok gymfluencers to win do you? How often are you jerkin off?"

"Oh god I can't believe I'm answering this... A couple of times a week maybe?"

"A week? That's fucking crazy. My average is like 4-5 times a day. More if I'm really feeling horny. If I'm being honest I jerked off a few weeks ago on the pod, like I forgot to before I came here. One of the comments mentioned something about my grunting that episode."

"Jesus christ dude, how do you even manage that?"

"Well, you gotta work up to it. I couldn't do that starting out, but once I started growing I was so horny I had to do something about it. I think that's what these guys don't get. You gotta get those balls working, give them a reason to keep making that sweet testosterone. How are you supposed to do that if you aren't jacking it? Honestly dude, I feel like I gotta prove these guys wrong now."

"What, you're gonna be a cum warrior?"

"Hell yeah man, I'm gonna be fighting the war on jerking it, on the side of jerking it!"

#ai muscle #muscle fiction #cumcast

[apollosfavkiddo]

⛧° you promised you’d come back

⛧° 。 ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆༺♱༻⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 。°⛧

content: jason grace x pluto!fem!reader blurb

warnings: angst, not a happy ending, interrupted friends to lovers, death of character, really short.

a/n: i know, i know, i have to post the leo fic first. whatever?? i wrote this late night in the hospital in my phone and i cried, so you’re gonna read it and cry too. this one doesn’t even have wc or song cause i literally left it just like i wrote. shits really short. good luck 🫡

⛧° 。 ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆༺♱༻⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 。°⛧

You didn’t have any news on how the damn quest was going.

No Iris message. No letter. Absolutely no indication that your best friend was still alive. lt was a mix of emotions together, but especially fear.

Fear that maybe he wasn’t alive anymore. Maybe he had finally succumbed to one of those damned quests that your parents put you through, because somehow, they can’t do it on their owns.

But you had to cling to the small light of hope that was alive and that he was okay. After all, he promised you he’d come back.

“Of course i’ll come back, y/n/n. I always do.”

And maybe when you do came back, you thought, i’m finally be able to tell you how much i love you.

But all that hope was completely and totally crushed down the moment that Nico came to your apartment, along with Lester, Meg and Piper.

All of them had a dark and intense gaze, but especially Nico.

You obviously knew about the growing friendship that Jason had with the younger boy. Gods, Jason even talked about him like an older brother talks about his baby sibling.

And that’s when you knew. That’s when it hit you, that’s you’d never see Jason again.

“Y/n… can i come in?” Nico asked, his voice cracked. He instantly cleared his throat and stand up straight, swallowing a lump. “I mean- we. Can we come in?”

You just nodded, the tears already welling up in your eyes.

“Hm… Im really sorry to say this, Y/n, but… Jason didn’t make it. Caligula, he-“ Apollo - Jason’s half brother, cause nothing could be better - said, but you interrupted him with a raise of your hand.

“It’s okay. You didn’t have to come all the way here to talk to me about this. You have a quest to continue, i get it. You can go now.” You said, your voice trying to sound firm and certain.

“Y/n, are you-“ Piper said, reaching out a hand to you.

“Yes.” You said, taking a step back away from her. You and Piper never had the best relationship, and you just thought that she was the last person you’d want around in a moment like this - the girl who first killed Jason. “I’m fine. Really.”

You tried to sound reassuring, but Nico quickly caught in your facade. He cleared his throat again and looked back at the trio behind him. “It’s fine.” He said, and they finally backed off.

Meg was the only one who didn’t. She achtualmy took a step forward and pulled you in to a hug. She was a few inches shorter than you, so it was hard for her, but the hug was very appreciated. You quickly reciprocated, and she finally pulled away. She had puffy eyes and a pout on her lips.

“I’m sorry about him. I know you were close.” She said in a whisper, only to both of you hear, and you smiled. She was sweet. You nodded and whispered back a small ‘thank you’. And then, they finally left.

When you closed the door, you immediately broke into sobs. Your brother was quick to cradle you into his arms, and you just sobbed.

Not that far after, you felt his body also shaking. You didn’t think you ever saw Nico cry, but this was understandable, at least. He was his best friend. He was the best friend to both of you.

“W-why, Nico? It’s- it’s not fair! He’s- he was too young, he-“ You groaned as you sobbed into Nico’s old jacked, damping it completely. Bit you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, not when that happened.

He nodded, caressing your back.

He was gone. Jason was gone. Your Jason. Your best friend. The man you were in love with. The person that you grew to admire, looking up to how kind, generous and intelligent he was.

Your favorite person. Your soulmate.

In the end, all that’s left is a broken promise, a crossed heart and a shattered soul.

#all my love 🍀 #postcards from leah #jason grace #jason grace angst #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #jason grace x reader #jason grace x y/n #jason grace x you #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo

[tellmealovestory]

Jack-o-lantern

Summary: You and Eddie carve some pumpkins.

Warnings: Little bit of drug use and I think that's it?

Spooktober Masterlist

“Why. Is. This. So. Hard!” You whined stabbing the pumpkin with a sharp knife after each word. 

When you had suggested carving pumpkins for the season you thought it would have been easy. Families do it all the time! But you weren’t anticipating that the pumpkin skin would be tough and thick and you’d have to use more force than you were prepared to to get the knife to slide through the skin. 

Eddie had no problem. He had carved his pumpkin in a matter of minutes and then plopped down on the chair at the end of the table, lighting up a joint and watching you with amusement as you sweated and swore and snapped at him when he asked if you wanted some help. 

“This is so stupid. We should have just bought already carved pumpkins. Next year when I suggest this, please remind me of this moment.” 

Eddie chuckled before blowing out a plume of smoke that filled the kitchen with the heady scent. “You got it. Sure you don’t want help?” 

The glare you shot him could have made the devil shiver.

It took another hour of carving and cursing, but soon, you were done and you were thankful. 

“Fucking finally!” you exclaimed. 

Eddie had his hand shoved deep in a box of cereal and was shoveling it into his mouth. Swallowing his bite he gave you a thumbs up before turning his pumpkin around to show you. 

It was damn near perfect. Bats were carved into the deep orange skin and when you set them out on the porch with a lit candle inside the shadows would bounce around making it the epitome of spooky. 

Your mouth dropped open and you sputtered. You knew that he was talented, but you didn’t think he could pull something like that off. 

“That’s amazing, Eddie,” you gushed before turning your pumpkin around to face him. 

However, his reaction didn’t come close to the fawning you had done over his. 

Biting back a smirk and a laugh he had to shove another handful of cereal into his mouth as his head cocked to the side. 

“What’s it supposed to be?” he asked, bits of cereal spewed from his mouth when he talked. 

“It’s a jack-o-lantern,” you said like it was the most obvious answer. 

“You sure about that?” 

“Yes, Eddie, I’m sure!” 

You didn’t mean to snap, but your frustration wasn’t helped when he stood up and leaned down to get a better look of the pumpkin. His eyes slid to yours and this time he didn’t need to ask the question again, it was written all over his face by the purse of his lips and the way his eyebrows met in the middle. 

You took a step back thinking maybe a different angle would help you see what he was seeing, but somehow the distance just made it look worse.

Where two triangle eyes should have been carved one was more of a circle and the other was just mere slashes like a movie monster had been trying to kill the final girl. The mouth should have been jagged with a few teeth showing to make it look menacing, however it was just a line carved, not even a straight one. And there was no nose.

“Do not say a word,” you muttered, shooting Eddie another death glare, but it was too late. He was already laughing with his head tossed back and when you groaned he wrapped you up in his arms. 

“‘S not that bad, babe. It’s uh…” he paused, licked his plump lips and you groaned again when it took him longer than it should have to find a nice thing to say about it. “It’s good?”

“Oh my god you are a horrible liar,” you teased, turning in his embrace to brush back his curly hair. Kissing the corner of his mouth you rested your head on his chest listening to the sound of his heartbeat against your ear. “Maybe it’s so ugly nobody will wanna smash it on the sidewalk?” 

“Or they will cause it is so ugly.” When he heard you gasp he laughed again. “C’mon I’ll help you carve another one. Maybe show you what a real jack-o-lantern is supposed to look like.” 

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #my writing

[maiden-of-rats]

🅲🆁🅴🅴🅿🆈🅿🅰🆂🆃🅰 Story??(Eyeless Jack)

DISCLAIMERS!!!: 

All head-canons well be represented in my writing (Unless paid to do otherwise)

I am very new to writing on tumblr

There will be generally dark themes/mature language in my work 

I may be willing to do NSFW writing (Warning: I do not have any experience whatsoever) Before you ask, yes I am of age, I’m just a loser  

(You are exploring abandoned buildings for your youtube series ;also, I’m listening to house of 1000 corpses by Rob Zombie, if that adds to the experience)  Also what he looks like in my head-cannons (Without mask and very quick 12 am doodle)⬇

  Click! The green light on your camera begins to blink, signaling that you are filming. You shuffle around in the leaves to get in view, zip up your coat and gently wave at the camera.

 “Hey guys! I know it’s been awhile since I last filmed but there have been quite a few brutal animal attacks in the area …. And I wanted to wait till that died down before I came all this way.” 

  “So getting off that topic, Hey everyone! I’m currently about two miles away from the main road exploring this beautiful house built in 1924! Abandoned in 1994 for unknown reasons… maybe we will find it when we head in?” 

  You make your way to the decaying front porch, camera now in hand.The exterior is in relatively good condition for being abandoned for 30 years. The only flaws being the sad porch, a lack of front door, paint peeling and a cracked widow on the second story.

  “Alright enough stalling, I’m heading in!”

You carefully make your way on the porch making sure there is minimal falling through . Making your way in the house, noticing the door was not missing but simply was on the floor. The area was oddly quiet, but you did not think much of it due to the video.

 “Oh! There's the- God, it stinks… uh, god, wow, well, I guess something gone and died in here… I don’t think I want to do this anymore” 

   You recall the 12 cases of horrid mawlings, the questionable photos. Mixing with the smell, you could die at this point. Leaning towards the wall, gagging on the stench of rotten flesh. Till you hear something on the second floor.  You for some reason must be the dumb girl in the slashers and investigate for the video of course. You stand back up straight, covering your nose and make your way through the debris.

  “Ya’ll better be glad I love you all.”

  You step over all the gunk that is carelessly decorating the floor.

“God, I hate this”

   Luckly or unluckly the stairs were straight from the door. The stairs seemed to squeal at every movement.

   “I hope this doesn’t kill me”

  The closer you got to the top the more ghastly the smell got. The higher you went the more apparent that the house was indeed furnished with blackened blood. The noises ceased. 

   At the top there is a short hallway that seems to lead to two small bedrooms. The blood trail leading to the one on the left. 

  “I really hope it’s a racoon or something…”

   You managed to quietly make your way to the door and peek through the door.

“ Oh my god, what the actual-” You mumble.

  Through the crack of the door you seem to see a man. He was in all black, facing away from you hunkered over a decaying deer corpse.

  You begin to hyperventilate. 

  “Oh god, oh fuck, oh god, what the fuck.” You begin to whispershout.

   He stands up and grabs what seems to be a blue mask.

   “HOLY SHIT!”

    You drop your camera. Stand in shock then frantically try to run.

    “God, Fuck, Why do I do stupid shit for 114 subscribers?” 

  He manages to grab you, causing you to fall down the stairs. Then proceeds to drag you up the stairs to the room with deer.

  Panting as you lie there on the floor, fearing. Him standing over you, motionless and silent.

“Please, please” 

  You begin to cry. You are sure this is the end, laying on the floor with a masked man hovering over you covered in rotten deer.

“ Please, I’ll never come back, I swear, please”

       (I realize now that this will need a part 2, So comment if your interested)

#slasher fucker #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta #creepypasta x y/n #horror aesthetic #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack x reader #ben drowned x reader #eyeless jack x you #eyelessjack x y/n #eyeless jack #creepypasta fanart #creepypasta art

[sc0tters]

https://www.tumblr.com/sc0tters/734350281882648576/been-looking-through-the-aus-and-think-we-need-to

Maybe a cheating scandal for Harper and Nico. But Nico never slept with the girl. idea: Nico was on a roadie and they won their game so the team went out to the bat to celebrate and this girl was all over Nico and tried to kiss him but he pushed her always but a picture was taken of the girl all over Nico and her trying to kiss him. And the picture was all over twitter and multiple people kept sending it it Harper.

Luke got injured at the game so Harper said she’d stay in the hotel with him to keep Luke company.

They were literally playing uno the entirety of the night until Jack calls Luke who let his phone go onto speaker “dude whatever you do don’t let Harps see twitter.” Jack gasped as panicked and drunk Nico could be heard on the other side “is Harper there?”

Luke wanted to kill his brother in that moment “Jack what do you mean?” Harper wasn’t even letting him finish his words as she unlocked her phone and went straight to the app.

Seeing what he was talking about “you gotta know it wasn’t what happened.” Jack sighed but it was no use as Harper saw the influx of messages and notifications tagging her in the post “wasn’t what happened?” Harper scoffed “Jack I’m staring at a picture of some girl on my boyfriends lap as she is kissing him!” She was so angry that she was now crying “god to think I thought he was different too!” Harper got up making Luke frown as he tried to comfort her.”

The girl stopped him as she shook her head “I need to be alone right now.” Harper mumbled as she turned to Luke’s phone “and for the love of god Jack make sure Nico stays the fuck away from me.” She spat before Harper stomped out of the room to run back to hers “can we go see Harper?” Nico’s voice could be heard as he looked at Jack “I miss her.” He added sat in his chair as the boys watched him.

#hischier x equipment manager au! #nico x harper #anons talk aus

[now-worst-organ-bracket]

WORST ORGAN BRACKET FINALS - UTERUS vs APPENDIX

This is the final poll! If you want to see the propaganda for the other entrants, please check the #pollpropaganda tag. As this is the final, I'll be putting all available propaganda into the poll. And now, without further ado, the finalists:

The UTERUS is a reproductive organ located in the lower abdomen, around the pelvis. Its main purpose is to hold a developing fetus during pregnancy; it also secretes some hormones.

Prominent diseases of the uterus include endometriosis, cancer, adenomyosis, and prolapse.

Propaganda:

“…for storing babies and hurting … ouchy ouchy ouchy :(”

“ow yeouch owie!!! … Come on. It’s CLEARLY the worst”

“only 2 other species menstrate. Everyone else just reabsorbs the blood. Instead we now loose nutrients and attract predators”

“bleeds, cramps, hurts, and generally is the cause of discomfort for many of those who are in possession of one, particularly if they would rather not be reminded of its existence.”

“It causes pain monthly, can have cysts, growths in places growths should lot be, and all round makes life miserable. but also makes babies, which may or may not be a plus.”

“ENDOMETRIOSIS”

“This organ hurts me for a week every month. And gives me dysphoria so therefore it is transphobic and homophobic.”

“It’s the only human organ that regularly hurts without any sickness or injury going on. … The current workings of the uterus prove God is either non-existent, stupid, weak or malevolent.”

“It’s the one that bleeds for no reason. … Ancient people explained the way uterus functions as God hating women. I’d like to add that he’s also transphobic.”

“THE FUCKER THAT BLEEDS EVERY GODDAMN MONTH … IT FUCKING BLEEDS. EVERY DAMN MONTH. AND ON TOP OF THAT IT(OR MAYBE WHATEVERS CONNECTED TO IT) SENDS OUT WEIRD ASS HORMONES ALONG WITH THE BLEEDING. IT’S PAINFUL AS HELL AND MAKES ME FUCKING SAD WITH THOSE DAMN HORMONES. 'IM HERE TO MAKE BABIES'FUCK OFF. i do not want babies inside of me. have you even considered that. sure some people do want babies in there. not me. did you even ask me for consent before existing in MY BODY HUH? … only around half the population has this organ. the other fuckers should consider themselves luCKY to not have it. anyway i apologise for my excessive swearing i just hate periods”

The APPENDIX is a protruding section of the gut, appended to the small intestine and located in the lower right part of the abdomen. It is generally accepted to play an immunological role and house beneficial gut bacteria.

The most prominent disease of the appendix is appendicitis, which is described below.

Propaganda:

“It can suddenly get infected or straight up explode, which is fatal if not treated”

“it can randomly get infected and explode and kill you”

“Appendicitis”

“man it doesn’t do shit except explode. it might have used to help us process fruits and nuts though … it just doesn’t do shit except explode sometimes”

“…it doesn’t do jack shit … useless motherfucker. also it looks like a dick.”

“does nothing … useless bastard that fucks you up, no one asked for you you little bitch”

POLL RUNNER’S NOTE: Most information on the function of the appendix dates to the 21st century, and thus has changed recently and may change again.

#round five #poll #polls #organs #anatomy

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Steddie Florist AU - Part 3

Part 2

Eddie was in the middle of bringing a half-keg into the bar when the florist walked in. He half wished he was doing anything cooler than that, like making a cocktail with added flare to his shake, or filling up a pint of Dragon’s Milk on tap and sliding it along the bar table to a customer, but instead he’d settle for trying to look stronger than he is carrying the half-keg now with one hand. Gods, please don’t let my muscles kill me tomorrow. He smiled and waved with his free hand then gestured at the florist to sit at the bar. Eddie could feel Chrissy watching him as she was making an Old Fashion for one of their regulars. Thankfully the taps were perfectly centered on the bar station and they could meet halfway for a quick exchange.

“Holy shit, is that him?” Chrissy eyed. Eddie set the keg down and slid it back into it’s place trying not to look to obvious that their subject of conversation is in fact 3ft away, “Ya that’s him.” Chrissy, not as carefully, stared from the florist to him, “That’s a bisexual if I’ve ever seen one. Go get him tiger.” She winked then continued to serve the Old Fashion.

Eddie pranced the few steps it took to get directly in front of the florist and leaned over the counter, “Glad you could make it!” The florist smiled a giant toothy smile and Eddie’s heart fluttered. This had to be the perfect man sitting before him, and even with the butterflies hatching in his stomach there was an air of comfort between them. “Ya me too, glad I caught you as you were inside. Still handling a keg too, and while you mentioned you probably wouldn’t be manning the bar, I’m still impressed with your fortune telling abilities,” the florist noted. Eddie chuckled and gave a soft nod, “I appreciate the flattery my good sir. However I have yet to fulfill the prophecy I have for-told… what is the drink that you desire? Remember on the house, but no top shelf,” Eddie hushed to a whisper and leaned closer to the florist, “…more flattery is required for that.”

Steve had stepped into one of the nerdiest bars he could’ve imagined. It felt like more of a medieval tavern than a bar. The walls were covered in comic posters, D&D posters, band posters, you name it and it was there. He would have to bring Robin and Vickie over at some point. If they ever have an all ages event he’d even bring Dustin, the kid would love this. It wasn’t too busy yet but he had a feeling it was going to get crazier as people started appearing for trivia night. The sign couldn’t be missed on his way in, the neon pink paper instantly catching his eye. Overall it was really welcoming. As he continued admiring all the decor, his eye caught on the familiar blob of curly hair carrying a half-keg with one hand. For a skinnier guy it really made his muscles flex in a way that Steve couldn’t help but commit to memory. Eddie was now sporting a black and purple Black Sabbath shirt that was half tucked into black jeans, simple but boy did it work for him. They exchanged a wave as he approached the bar, taking a seat promptly in front of the single dahlia that was now sitting pretty in a green glass bottle. He waited patiently as he finished setting up the new keg, then went straight into bantering than ended with Steve ordering a Jack and Coke.

“Jack and coke? That’s it? You don’t want something more frivolous?” Eddie questioned. Steve shrugged, his anxiety always got the best of him at bars. The last thing he ever wanted to do was ask for something annoying to make. Most times he just ordered beer. “Come on, there’s gotta be something you’ve always wanted to order but been nervous to. It’s slow right now… it would be the perfect time to ask for something atrocious,” Eddie teased, his demeanor still lighthearted. “You are the professional, I’ll let you surprise me,” Steve winked.

Eddie loved surprising people with drinks, it was one of the only times he could make what he wanted without any limitations. The florist asked for a Jack and Coke, meaning rum was on the table for liquors to go by. He went straight for one of the White Rums they had, grabbed a lime, some Grand Marnier, a few other ingredients, pouring each measurement in a shaker without missing a beat. Extra drama for the florist whose hazel eyes were burning holes straight through him. Eddie poured the drink into a narrow ceramic tiki cup designed to look like a red dragon. He pristinely placed a maraschino cherry on top then placed it in front of the florist. “I present to you, a Mai Tai,” Eddie bowed. The man giggled, “Wow this looks amazing! I need to take a picture of this.”

“One of the highest honors I could receive, thank you… uh. You know… I never actually got your name.” The man stared back confused, like he was quickly replaying all their interactions at super speed in his head, “Oh I’m sooo sorry. I can’t believe I never actually introduced myself. I’m Steve.” Steve reached his hand out gesturing for a handshake but when Eddie went to return it, the florist swiftly shifted their grip so Eddie’s ringed knuckles were facing up like a princess’s would in the hand of her knight. Steve leaned over and gently graced a kiss on Eddie’s rings, released his hand to grab his drink then took a casual sip. Eddie was blushing, full on red cheeks, hell, red face and he knew it. He could feel the fire radiating off them. I think I’m in love. He took a moment to calm himself before flirting back, “Well Sir Steve, if you keep this up you might earn the top shelf elixir after all.”

#steddie fanfic #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #stranger things #mini fic #steve is a florist #florist au #eddie is a bartender