#about lexi

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

Glee + Marley Rose

Okay but I love this! Marley deserves more love for sure!

Alexandra "Lexi" Bowen!

Already Famous Baby

Scandal Queen (Not really, she's just a tiny lesbian who wants to disappoint her mother by being seen with older women- and yes, she's 15 so I'm ready to murder all of them but... yeah, that is her vibe pre-canon)

Gets send back to Lima and public school as "punishment"

It's perceived at first as real nightmare but slowly becomes a good time (epecially for the people she meets)

Probably there and joins ND for season 3 TBD

Kind of a bitch at first but that's mainly how she deals with her family problems

FC: Renee Rapp

#answered #oc related ask #plot bunny game #lexi bowen #about lexi #greta's ocs madness era #andromedalestrange

[spacedlexi]

ok but I would play the fuck out of a farming sim in your style filled with butches

if i knew anything about coding it would be So over instead im just sitting in a massive pile of all of my designs. which i will take this opportunity to share i guess :) i have designed pretty much every building and am currently working on interiors

only a handful of the townies have been designed and the rest are just vague concepts but as a bisexual gendie neuch girlie i really wanted to make a cast that has something for Everyone so im taking my time with them. this is my "perpetually on the backburner" project i go to when im feeling lost creatively

#yeah i said gendie neuch girlie dont think about it too hard #harvest moon made me bisexual and i wanted to make a love letter to the game that also feels like it was made by a bisexual HSJKDSJK #sabertoothwalrus #replies with lexi #wip

[stuckinnet]

“babe you just got railed over the net in a closet… it’s just a term to discredit women who are hockey fans. because if we’re not a puckbunny we’re only interested in hockey to impress a guy. and if that’s not the case, then we don’t know enough about hockey. i wanted more people to fall in love with the sport that i loved. i know the purchasing power of women. i know the fandom power of women.”

#ADORING HER #this is also why it bugs me when people talk about wags (derogatory) and treat them as an extension of the “puckbunny” #or a “puckbunny that’s succeeded” #stop looking down on the women you deem puckbunnies or wags #lexi brown #hockey

[babyjapril]

grey's anatomy + my top 3 favorite female characters

#greysedit #gaedit #april kepner #cristina yang #lexie grey #grey's anatomy #userlolo #mine #6x05 #11x23 #1x08 #10x22 #4x01 #8x21 #for anon #i knew top two for sure but i was kinda indecisive about the third #it keeps changing #i wanted to put addison also but then i didn't #actually so jackson coded of me to put these three #since he liked all of them #and fell in love with one of them forever #a simple set but i tried something different with the transition idk

[aevris]

they don’t want you to know this but you can make incorrect quotes memes with your OCs, the bad supernatural romance book you’re reading, and your own twitter post

#xan would not be Weird about the interracial aspect this was just for silly jokes #oc: ryker #oc: xantho #oc: lexi #safer harbours #anthro AU #not art

[lexiene]

POV: You're married to Megumi~ 💍

#(.°✧ lexi's edits ✧°.) #sooo #I edit the one post about his hands #and now hes wearing a ring teheee #jjk #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi x y/n #megumi x you #megumi fluff #jjk imagines #he look amazing in wedding band tehee #were married blehhh

[treebranchy]

The moral of The Ultimatum: Queer Love is that lesbians need to break up more often. Ain't no way some of these couples have been dating for 3,4 years WHOLLY INCOMPATIBLE.

#the way mal talks to lexi about yoly proves she did not fuck with yoly like that #even tho they dated for 3 years! #vanessa was with xander for FOUR YEARS but thinks marriage is too much commitment #not to mention that she doesnt know xander at all??? #the ultimatum queer love

[minimitchell]

There's no one in the world I'd rather have as my other dad.

#eastenders #eastendersedit #ballum #callum highway #lexi pearce #* #honey you are the best dad to that little girl #i'll never stop talking about the way callum just accepted lexi as part of dating ben and totally embraced being a parental figure #he never questioned himself or his role in her life. he was in it from the second he got with ben #and the most important fact is that lexi loves him and considers him her dad

[bayleymania]

I think most people outside of the wrestling community don’t and will never be able to understand what some wrestlers mean to us, the way we connect with them, the way we can watch a 3 hours of a show just for an specific segment, everything that a particular wrestler can make us feel. I’ve said this before, but I can be having the worst day ever, but seeing my favorite win a match could and will change absolutely everything.

They truly mean so much to us.

#wrestling #I’m just thinking so much about what they mean to us #I hope they know it #lexie speaks

[eternalgirlscout]

do you like song lyrics questions on uquizzes? do you like the mountain goats? do you want to be subjected to 10 consecutive questions about my abhorrent taste in music? if you answered no to any of the above, take this quiz anyway!

which popular mountain goats song are you based only on lyrics from other mountain goats songs?

#the mountain goats #i made a joke about this in the gc with jack and ziggy and lexi and it spiraled from there #tmg #uquiz #lyrics questions uquiz from someone who hates lyrics questions on uquizzes #winning tumblr roulette

[bastardmandennis]

only angel pt. 2 (joel miller x fem! reader)

Previously on only angel... You catch your boyfriend Tommy cheating on you at a party. His brother Joel takes you home.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: SMUT, literally pure smut that's it. afab reader, no y/n, lots of pet names, unspecified age gap, pre/no outbreak, crying (a little bit sexually), oral (f receiving), semi-cucking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it). uh. dirty talk, Joel being a MENACE, slight breeding kink, creampie (obvi). i think that's it but if i forgot something lmk! once again tommy defenders dni

A/N: surprise! happy friday!! ik i said sunday but i couldn't wait (sorry). pls enjoy 3k words of just pure smutty smut. glad my anti tommy propaganda is working. xoxo

“Joel,” you whisper. Like Tommy could somehow hear you through the phone, like he knows what you’re doing here with his brother. Joel hums against your collarbone and you shudder. The irritating ringtone blares out into the kitchen and honestly–it’s really harshing your buzz. “Joel,” you say, more insistent this time, and he pulls off your neck with a light pop. “Ignore it,” he murmurs. He looks wrecked, eyes wide and hair wild. You stroke the small bare patch in his beard and the smile he gives you makes you want to forget about everything right now, not just Tommy.

“You wanna come inside?”

The surprise you feel at Joel’s quick agreement is overshadowed by something else, a lingering pulse of want that you can’t ignore anymore. So you don’t, stumbling out of the truck to unlock the door with him right on your heels. Fuck it.

He follows you into the kitchen, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed over his broad chest. You’re drawn to him like a magnet, a need to get as close to him as physically possible. His legs fall open and you move closer, fiddling with the hem of his worn t-shirt. It’s soft and practically see-through from years of washes. You think about stealing it from him later.

“You okay?” he asks quietly. 

Are you okay? Honestly…yeah, you think so. It’s not ideal, obviously, to catch your boyfriend cheating on you so blatantly, so publicly, but then you think about Tommy, really think, and you realize you’re not as bothered by his betrayal as you should be. Maybe this is just the kick in the ass you need to move on, as shitty as it is.

Joel’s eyes never leave your face as you think, reaching out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. He looks even better in your house than he did at the party, somehow. There’s something so sweet and domestic about just standing here with him in your kitchen, no expectations, and you realize you’re more comfortable with him, a man you’d just met, in a way you hadn’t felt with Tommy at all in the few months you’d been together. A stray tear makes its way down your cheek–a happy one, this time.

“Yeah, I think so,” you finally say, throat tight, and then his hand is coming up to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look at him.

“No more tears, angel, c’mon. He’s not worth it.” 

“And you are?” you ask, so quiet you think he didn’t hear you. His grip tightens, smushing your cheeks together in his hand as your jaw clenches.

And then he’s moving closer, leaning in like he’s going to finally kiss you but then–

His breath swirls near the shell of your ear and you can’t help but shiver. 

“Why don’t you tell me?” he says. And then his hands are dropping from your jaw, dropping to your ass to pull you even closer. You can feel him getting hard, even through his jeans, and the realization makes you whine loudly. You’re so wet already, have been since you saw him at the party if you’re being honest, know that you’re soaking through your panties already and he hasn’t even done anything.

“Need to hear you say it,” he gruffs. “Tell me you want this.”

“Yes, fuck, please–” and that’s all he needs, surging against you with a bruising kiss. It’s hot and messy and so good and then he drags his thigh in between your legs, letting you rut against him in search of friction.

“So fuckin’ pretty. This all for me, angel?” His mouth drops to your neck, kissing and nipping his way down to the low neckline of your dress and you moan.

“Ye–ah–yes Joel yes, please.” You sound desperate, fucked out, and he hasn’t even touched you. You reach your hand down to try to open his jeans but he grabs your wrist, stopping the movement.

He ignores your protest and pulls your hand back up to kiss your open palm. “Are you–” 

“If you ask me if I’m sure one more time, I’m gonna have to go finish the job myself.” His eyes darken and he pulls you into another kiss. It’s messy, bruising, so desperate as he runs his tongue against the seam of your lips. His hands ruck the sides of your dress up, pulling back to watch as his hands play with the frilly white panties you’re wearing.

His groan is so low and deep you can feel it vibrate through your whole body, moving his hips slowly against you. His hands move back and forth over the little bow on the front, dipping in briefly to feel the skin underneath and then resuming their movements around your thighs, ass, any bare skin he can reach. It’s maddening and teasing and you need more, now–

And then your phone rings.

You pull away, dread settling in your chest when you hear the stupid cartoon song, the one that Tommy picked out for himself, the one he thought was so funny. What the hell did you ever see in him? Joel is unbothered, sucking harsh bruises into the side of your neck, biting and soothing the skin there with his tongue just as quickly. You’re lost in the feeling of his hot mouth on you and then you hear it.

Your fucking phone rings again.

“Joel,” you whisper. Like Tommy could somehow hear you through the phone, like he somehow knows what you’re doing here with his brother. Joel hums against your collarbone and you shudder. The irritating ringtone blares out into the kitchen and honestly–it’s really harshing your buzz.

“Joel,” you say, more insistent this time, and he pulls off your neck with a light pop.

“Ignore it,” he murmurs. He looks wrecked, eyes wide and hair wild. You stroke the small bare patch in his beard and the smile he gives you makes you want to forget about everything right now, not just Tommy.

The phone rings for the third time, and with a low growl Joel grabs it and shoves it in your open hand. He spins you around, pressing you down against the kitchen island, knocking his legs into yours to slot himself in between them. The denim of his jeans is rough on your skin, but you push back anyway, trying to feel the solid press of his body against you. 

“Answer it,” he whispers in your ear. “Go on, let ’im hear how good I’m treatin’ ya.”

You clear your throat and answer the still ringing phone, but before you can say anything you hear Tommy’s slurred voice on the other end, stumbling over his words almost as fast as he can say them. 

“Where are ya, honey, was uh, was looking for you. Y-you gotta take me hooome. Think I’m fucked up,” he giggles, and the sound of an answering feminine laugh in the background turns your stomach. 

He’s still babbling as Joel runs his hands over your back, gripping your hips before lifting the hem of your dress back up. His warm hands run over your back again, slowly and soothingly, and you’re suddenly so irritated at Tommy’s whining in the background, so done–but when you reach out to hang up, Joel stops you. His grip is ironclad around your wrist, twisting your arm around to pin it behind your back, to hold you in place. He grinds himself into you slow and dirty and the moan that falls out of you is surprising–you weren’t usually this noisy during sex. Or maybe that’s just sex with Tommy, bad sex, your mind supplies. 

“Don’t,” he says. “He needs to hear this, hear how good I’m gonna fuck you right here in the kitchen. You like that, huh? So sensitive ’n I’m not even doin’ anything, fuck me.” He pushes you down harder against the counter. The granite feels good against your overheated cheek. All you can do is roll your hips back helplessly, searching for friction, anything to soothe the ache. 

And then his hand is snaking around to the front of your dress, snapping the waistband of your panties against you before pushing his hand down further, to your soaking pussy. He whistles when he feels the slick there practically running down your thighs and presses himself closer, until his denim-covered cock is pressed right against your ass. He spins you around again and the hard edge of the counter bites into your spine but all you can think is Joel Joel Joel as he touches you.

A moan tears itself from your throat when he finally reaches your swollen clit, rubbing once, twice, three times before he’s moving again, lowering himself to his knees in front of you. You’ve just about tuned out Tommy’s drunken rambling–it’s always the same thing, how liberals are ruining the economy, Reagan was right, blah blah–but then you realize that he’s finally stopped talking.

“Y’there?” he asks. He has the nerve to sound annoyed, like whatever bullshit he heard from the weirdos on Facebook means anything to you right now. Or ever. 

“Ye–ah, oh shit Jo–” you stop yourself before you fully say his name, but Joel looks up from between your legs like the devil, wearing a shit-eating grin.

“Lemme show him how a real man’s s’pposed to treat a woman.” 

He presses a finger into you slowly, pinning you in place against the counter with his other hand when you try to push yourself back. His middle finger pumps in and out slowly, carefully, letting his hand brush your clit randomly. The squelch is obnoxiously loud, louder even than both of your panting breaths and you can barely hear Tommy sputter, “Wha-are you with someone right now?”

You can’t answer, wouldn’t even if you wanted to, and then Joel pushes another finger in, so thick and solid and hooking them just right, dragging another low whine out of you when he removes them completely. The amount of slick stringing between his fingers is obscene, but when he lifts them to his mouth and sucks them clean you can’t tear your eyes away.

It’s all you can do to keep yourself standing, shifting as Joel mouths sloppy kisses up your thighs, licking a broad stripe up before placing a featherlight kiss on your clit. He ignores you when you whine, backs away when you pull at his hair to try and get him closer.

“No, angel, c’mon,” he mumbles. “He needs to hear this. Better yet, why don’t I take a picture for him right now? Let him see your pretty pussy drippin’ all over me, just beggin’ for me to fill her up.” You moan, and you can feel his wicked smile against your thigh.

“Y’like that, sweetheart? Gonna let me fuck you, wanna hear all your pretty moans. Not for him though, he doesn’t deserve it after–Christ–after that.”

His fingers never stop pumping in and out of you, leaning in to lick at your clit lazily and it’s too much and not enough at all but soon enough you find yourself teetering on the edge of pleasure. He grunts when he feels you tighten around his fingers.

“You close, sweet girl? Come on, let me hear you. Sound so fuckin’ pretty, lettin’ me put my fingers in ya. Gonna let me put my cock in this tight little pussy, stretch you out 'til you come all over me? Come on my fingers 'n then I’ll give it to you, promise, you’re almost there angel.”

The pleasure builds and builds and then–you tip over, legs shaking as a gush of cum runs down his still-moving fingers. Another groan gets caught in your throat and when you finally open your eyes Joel’s just sitting there, looking up at you with a smirk on his face. The whole lower half of his face is covered in your slick, shining in the low light of the kitchen, and you pull at his shirt until he stands and crowds you against the counter again. 

He grabs your face with his slick-covered hand, pulling you into another rough kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it sends you into a frenzy, threading your hands through the hair curling up at the back of his head and tilting your head to deepen the kiss. You’re about to drop to your knees and return the favor when you hear more sputtering from the phone on the counter and realize Tommy is still on the phone. Not that he’s ever been the sharpest tool in the shed, but Jesus, you think, take a hint.

Before you can say anything Joel grabs it, grunting out a quick she’s busy and attempting to hang up, but not before you hear Tommy finally register who’s here with you, the indignant wha–Joel?! that cuts out when Joel hangs up and tosses your phone into the corner.

“That wasn’t nice,” you tease, reaching for his belt buckle. He grunts when you dip your hand under the waistband to palm at his heavy cock.

“Never said I was,” he drawls, inhaling sharply when you run your thumb over his leaking tip. He thrusts up lazily into your hand once, twice, and then he’s gripping your wrist.

“Keep doin’ that and it’ll be over before it even starts,” he grits out. He uses the grip on your wrist to tug you closer, presses a quick peck on your lips before he’s crowding you against the counter. You widen your legs automatically and he nips the back of your neck, baring his teeth when you whine.

“So greedy,” he murmurs. “He’s not takin’ care of you, is he?” You shake your head as best as you can facedown against the granite, and he tuts. 

“Figures,” he says. “Don’t worry, ’m gonna take care of you.” He runs his hand through your slick, ignoring the way your hips chase after his hand, and uses it to jack himself once, twice, lubing himself up. Your face burns at the sound and then he presses the wide head of his cock up to where you’re waiting and ready for him and you forget all about being embarrassed.

“Please, Joel,” you mumble. “Want you.”

He presses in slowly, just the tip at first, staring down at where you’re connected.

“Takin’ me so well already,” he says. “Wanna–ah shit–wanna live in this pussy. Whose is it?” He pulls back, drawing himself all the way out and you’re so empty, hands reaching back to try to find any purchase on his skin, to get him even closer.

“Yours, Joel, fuck, ’s all yours,” you whine. You suck in a deep breath and then he moves, fucking himself into you slowly, his hand pressing the back of your neck to keep you down and all you can do is lay there and take it.

He feels so big like this, angling himself to hit just the right spot on each slow drag out. He leans forward even more, swearing and pressing the full weight of his body on top of yours. You can barely breathe but it’s worth it, really, for the way his cock fills you up, the sound of his balls slapping your ass echoing the room on each thrust.

You wedge a hand in between the counter to try to reach your throbbing clit and he slaps it away with a low growl, rubbing quick little circles that have your muscles locking and toes curling.

“Didn’t ya hear me?” Joel asks, a little mean now. His thrusts get slower, deeper, more devastating as he kisses your cervix with each slow push in. “This is my pussy now, right? So who gets to make her come?”

“You, you, only you Joel, just you,” you’re babbling, tears streaming down your cheeks and pooling onto the counter below you as his hand drops from your clit to feel where you’re stretched around him, slick covering his cock and your thighs.

“’S right,” he says. “Good girl, look at you takin’ me so well. So tight, fuckin’–gonna let me fill you up, angel? Let me fuck a baby into you, yeah, gonna walk around all swollen with my baby inside ya, let everyone know who you belong to? Shit–gonna make me a daddy again?”

Your head is spinning and he grinds himself deep into you, slapping your clit lightly and then you’re gone, feeling yourself tighten around him as he groans and all you can do is mumble fuck yes Joel Joel Joel yes as you come down slowly. You can feel him throbbing, growing even harder inside you and despite the sensitivity you want him to keep going, want to feel him deep inside you days after.

“Joel c’mon, fuck me f-uck, want you to come inside me, want everyone to know I’m yours, not T–”

His hand clamps around your mouth and he groans, shoving himself once, twice, three times before he’s shooting hot ropes of come deep inside, fucking it even deeper into your waiting womb. He pulls out his softening cock with a low groan, watching his come drip out before he’s reaching down and pressing it back into your swollen cunt until you clamp your thighs together and whine too much.

Joel presses a kiss to the side of your head, running his hands up and down your arms soothingly. “Y’alright now, angel?”

You’re tired, fucked out and blissful in a way you haven’t felt in a long time. You know you’ll have bruises tomorrow, from the counter and his hands, but you don’t even mind. You run your hand through his sweaty hair, tugging at the curls by the nape of his neck. He nips playfully at the skin of your arm and you giggle.

“I’m good,” you say. “No place I’d rather be.”

His smile is sweet, almost shy as he nods over to whatever corner of the room your (probably broken) phone is laying in now.

“I’ll fix it for ya tomorrow, promise.”

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[riality-check]

It starts, as always, with the bees.

They’re what the locals talk about. If you go into town, especially in the summertime when the air is dry and the sun is hot and any scrap of shade or breeze feels like a five star hotel, the locals talk about the bees. The swarms, the droning, the lazy flutters in the gardens and near the porches. 

If you see bees in Hawkins, Indiana, they say, they’re from the Lab.

The Lab isn’t actually a lab. It’s a derisive nickname for a community five miles outside of town; through the woods, near the woods, in the woods, they’re not really sure. No one from Hawkins goes further than the little sign on the dirt road to and from.

Honey Haven. An experimental community founded on trust, cooperation, and the goodness in all men’s hearts. Est. 1966. Population: 565. Settlement: five miles east.

“Experimental” was all it took for the locals to come up with the nickname. They’re a practical group - farmers, workmen, store owners - and not a creative one.

Steve nods politely and gently shoos a bee away from his face as he listens to the chief of police complain, for the fourth time in the two days they’ve been here, about being barred entry and denied warrants, about nearly being arrested himself when he tried to sneak in.

“Something is wrong about that place,” he insists.

“We know that, chief,” Robin says. “That's why we’re here.”

Well, it’s not the whole truth. The whole truth is that they’ve been asking enthusiastic locals for nearly six months now for help. They’ve asked the mailman for what mail he delivers there (beekeeping supplies and letters in, but few letters out), the garbage collector for what they throw out (wood, clothes, a whole lot of paper), and some bored housewives to root through the phone book and call the main line (a cheerful voice answers and promptly starts asking what got them interested).

All in all, it’s fishy. Maybe not as concerning as their client made it out to be, but worth paying a visit. Worth seeing what the deal is.

Worth meeting Eddie Munson, whose worried uncle hired Steve and Robin to investigate his whereabouts after not hearing from him for a year.

“They limit communication,” the chief - Hopper, his name tag says - “but they’ll let you come and go at first. We’ll be able to get more letters in than out.”

“We know,” Steve says, shooing another bee off of Robin. “We got this.”

“I really hope so.”

They say their polite goodbyes and start walking down the road. No cars in the settlement, they’ve learned. Too much noise, too much pollution. They hurt the bees.

Steve and Robin walk five miles down the dirt road in the middle of the afternoon in July. They’d speak, ordinarily, fill the silence with jokes and stories and laughter, but silence is nowhere to be found.

The droning of bees from swarms unseen fills the air, and Steve thinks, while fanning himself with his hands, that the sound could swallow him whole.

Part 2. Part 3 (background lore)

#ty lexi for screaming about this with me #idk if there will be more but thoughts have been thunk #and are being thunked #and will be thunked #ria writes #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #jim hopper #wayne munson #stobin #platonic with a capital p #stranger things #st #stranger things ficlet #st ficlet #tw cult #this is cult shit babes #have fun

[ijustreallylovethem]

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AAHHH DROP THE JERSEY SEX BLURB ILL DIE A GREAT DEATH

he should’ve known the lexi would be in his bed when he got home from his game, yet for some reason he wasn’t expecting her to be. he knew she had gone to the game but he hadn’t seen her at the arena, too focused on the game he was about to play. he should thank her though, considering she must be the cause of his four point night, one assist and three goals. the crowd had gone crazy over his first hat trick and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t still riding the adrenaline high a bit.

maybe that’s why he wasn’t necessarily expecting her to be there. she hadn’t waited for him after the game. or maybe she had but got fed up with the amount of time he was taking with the media and left before he came out. the apartment was quiet when he entered it and none of the lights were on. he nearly jumped when he turned on the bedroom light and saw her laying there in the dark. she giggled at his shocked expression.

“just me.” he took her in slowly. she was wearing a blackhawks jersey, and even though he couldn’t see the numbers, he had no doubt it was his. however, she didn’t seem to be wearing anything else.

“why are you laying in the dark? on top of the blanket?”

“wanted to surprise you. and clearly it worked. now why are you still all the way over there? you played fucking amazing tonight and i wanna reward you for it.” he turned off the light, making his way over and turning the full bedside lamp instead. he knew lexi wasn’t a fan of the harsh overhead light but he wanted to see his name across her back once he got the chance. she scooted to the end of the bed, letting her feet hit the floor as she worked at his belt. his suit jacket was tossed near the closet as she pulled his pants down his legs. as they went further down, she slid off the bed and dropped to her knees in front of him

“lexi, you don’t have to-“

“oh stop talking and let me suck your dick.” she all but yanked his boxers down, wrapping her hand around his length with a smile. he shuddered at the contact, then moan when her lips wrapped around the tip. he cursed under his breath, letting his fingers run through her hair. he gently gathered it into a ponytail as she slowly started to bob her head, and he used her hair to slightly guide her. of course she knew what she was doing, she had gone down on him more times than either of them could count, so he mostly gave her free range to do as she pleased. it was when she took all of him down her throat that he pulled her away, pulling her hair just enough that she got the hint to stand before he turned her around and bent her over the side of the bed.

he let his hand fall from her hair, trailing down her spine and finally taking in the full view of his name and number splayed across her back. he went further, letting a finger run through her folds.

“christ, lex, you’re soaked.” she moaned at both the feeling and his words.

“it’s hot when you score,” she admitted.

“you been wet for me since my first goal?”

“mhm. been waiting so long for you,” she whined. he pushed his jersey just above her ass, running a hand over it and then landing a slap there.

“good girl.” she moaned at the sting followed by the praise. her breath hitched as he slowly slid into her heat, giving her a moment when he completely bottomed out.

“connor, please.” he set a brutal pace immediately, causing lexi to cry out at the feeling. he gripped one of her hips and the bottom of the jersey for leverage, fucking into her roughly. she reached blindly behind her for him, trying to find some kind of contact to ground her. he reached out and grabbed her wrist, pinning her hand to her back.

“love seeing my name on your back. fucking hot with my number all over you.” she could only moan in response. “hope you know what you got yourself into because i’m not letting you get off just once, pretty girl.” her eyes rolled back at the rasp in his voice as he hit the perfect spot inside of her repeatedly. her toes curled at the feeling and her thighs started to shake. “gonna cum for me already? go ahead, baby.”

her body tensed as her orgasm rolled through her in waves. her free hand was gripping the sheets for dear life as connor fucked her through it. he slowed his pace just as the small little aftershocks coursed through her. he leaned over her so he could speak almost directly into her ear.

“want you on top of me. think you can do that?” she was quick to nod and he pressed a kiss to her temple before standing back up. she whined when he pulled out, but quickly moved so he could sit against the pillows. she moved to her knees, walking on them up over his legs, but he shook his head. she looked at him confused, but before she could question him, he held up one finger and rotated it, telling her silently to turn around. she giggled, knowing he was loving the sight of her in his jersey a bit too much.

“like this?” she asked when she was in position.

“much better.” he lined himself up as she sank down on him, immediately rocking her hips against his.

“oh, fuck. feels good,” she whispered. she did her best to bounce against him but it didn’t take long for her legs to tire out, especially after the first orgasm she had. connor could tell she was losing her pace, so he held her in place above him. she moaned loudly as he thrust up into her, her hand dropping down to rub her clit and give herself that final push over the edge. neither of them were surprised when she threw her head back onto his shoulder, gushing over both of their thighs. he gave her a moment to catch her breath, then carefully lifted her off of him. she was still lightly panting when he moved to hover over her.

“one more?” he asked, never wanting to push her too far.

“going for another hatty?” she teased. her slight giggles turned to a gasp when he once again slid inside of her, lifting her legs and resting them on his shoulders. as much as he loved seeing his name on her back, he also loved watching her fall apart. he dropped his hand to her lower stomach, slightly pushing into her skin. her head pushed back into the pillow and her jaw dropped in a silent scream. she reached out for him, nails digging into his waist. he smirked at the sight of her in front of him, loving that he was the one to make her feel this way.

“that good? can’t even moan?” he taunted. there was no warning that she was close again other than the way she clenched around him. he dropped his hand a bit, letting his thumb press into her clit. only seconds later, she was cumming again, making a mess of his stomach and the sheets below them. the sight had him finding his own release, pressing deep inside of her as he came. the grip on her thighs was almost bruising as he started to come down from his high.

they were both panting and trying to catch their breath, staying still for a minute as they calmed down. connor finally let lexi’s legs back down to the mattress, slowly pulling it off her. but his eyes were drawn to where his release spilled slowly out of her. before he even realized what he was doing, he was dragging two fingers along her folds to collect it, sliding it back into her core. she whined at the overstimulation, her legs trying to close around his hand.

“come on, baby. just one more for me, okay? open your legs.” she did as instructed, gently pulling her knees apart and giving him full access once again. he pressed a kiss to her knee as he settled on his stomach, gently curling his fingers inside of her. her fingers tangled into his hair, tugging at the strands when his tongue came into contact with her clit. his fingers curled inside of her and he moaned against her at the taste of them mixed together.

“oh my god, con.” he smirked, then wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked lightly. her thighs shuddered, closing slightly around his head. even if she was overstimulated, she was still grinding lightly against him. he sat up on his knees when he felt her clench around him, leaning over and pressing kisses to her neck as he talked her through it one last time.

“come on pretty girl. be good for me, cum on my fingers, yeah? one last time for me? know you can do it.”

#WHERE DID THIS COME FROM #raegan talks about blurbs #connor x lexi #connor bedard

[aimeegbbs]

MULTIFANDOM MEME: 1/15 SHIPS ➤ LEXI & FEZCO (EUPHORIA)

#fexi #euphoria #fexiedit #euphoriaedit #dailyeuphoria #userbbelcher #userreina #userlolo #tusercarolina #tuserbea #tuserrachel #lexi x fez #fezco #lexi howard #*mf #** #do people still care about them as much as i do or is it just me

[thepavementsings]

 shoulder to shoulder. (through the years)

#through every stage.. a shoulder to lean on #hi lexie hi mar ty for yelling about this with me <3 #the 30000 (11) GIFs i found of them just knocking shoulders pressed up casually accidentally :\ #the way i was *this* close to photoshopping their shoulders together in the one pic #ill. anyways bye #pierre/charles

[pikachugirltits]

Well, I'm angry. Apparently, the meager Legends of article we got for Thunder Junction yesterday is the only lore article we're getting. No Planeswalker's Guide.

This feels really bad because Thunder Junction is a new plane, and new planes need those articles to help establish their identity and give us reference points for the details on the cards. There's all these references to specific outlaw gangs on cards, but they feel empty without any articles explaining the structure and goals of those gangs. There's this "Thunder" magic specific to Thunder Junction that we know absolutely nothing about.

For me it's also kind of infuriating because I was defending complaints about Thunder Junction's lack of world building by pointing out we still hadn't gotten the Planeswalker's Guide. Now I feel like an idiot for looking forward to something.

I'm a Vorthos before anything else. I'm into Magic for the lore. I was super pumped for Thunder Junction because it was our first new plane since New Capenna and I felt like the Wild West theme could be really cool. Now I can feel my excitement for the set plummeting. If WotC can't be bothered to give us the lore and world building, why should I bother buying the cards?

#lexi rambles on #Magic the Gathering #Thunder Junction #Outlaws of Thunder Junction #Magic OTJ #I will be reflecting my feelings about this when I do the survey