#anyway gonna fuck off again xoxo

[pohlepen]

me and my crazy smokey eye against the world ig. 💅🍬☺️

#“ ⍀ ooc. « i called about the mountain bike and the locked ipad. #scopophobia tw / #Mun tw / #eye contact tw / #( thank u make up and filters again ) #( owe them my life ) #( im gonna go get fucked up off gin and tonics and then I'll be back to do some stuff ) #( unless this tummy ache kills because I'm plying it with alcohol lmaoo ) #( anyway xoxo happy belated munday )

[transurgender]

I FUCKING BEAT HADES FOR THE FIRST TIME LETS GOOOOOOO

#benjitalk #AND IT WAS ON EXACTLY MY 40TH ESCAPE TRY TOO!!!!! #i feel like im actually pretty decent at this game. which is weird bc i usually suck ass at games LMAO #i cried meeting persephone btw. ma'am i miss u alrdy #hightailing my way back there ASAP. can i give her nectars dear God please let me give her nectars #actually speaking of nectars i cant give any to thanatos anymore?? he just fucks off before i can #and hes not appearing in the house anymore?? do i need to unlock something before i can give him more or. #anyways. doing a heated run rn but im noticing like no difference lmao. maybe its because of the heat i picked idk #anyways gonna go beat up hades again xoxo see u guys in 5 hours

[cosmicanakin]

Satiated Desire.

Part 2 to 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒!

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

Pairing. Dean Winchester x Female Reader.

Outline. You help Dean find relief after the intense hunt.

Warning(s). Smut, P in V (use protection yall - better safe than sorry!!!), Dirty Talk, Use of Pet Names, Oral Sex (F Receiving) Exhibitionism, Semi Public Sex, Strong Language, and Praise Kink.

Word Count. 1285

Author's Note. As promised, here's part two! I like this one a lot actually <3 so I hope you do too :) I'm missing Dean & Supernatural like crazy right now, which is why I'm rewatching it again - but to also mend my broken heart. Thanks to whatever the hell season fifteen was. Lolll. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Cause I know I did. Xoxo. 💗

The moment the hunt was over, Dean was all over you, his strong hands grabbing your waist and pulling you close. You could feel the urgency in his touch, the barely contained desperation radiating off of him in waves.

“Y/N,” he breathed, his voice was rough with barely restrained desire. “I need you, now.”

You felt a shiver of anticipation run down your spine at the intensity in his tone. Wordlessly, you nodded, your own hands gripping the front of his shirt as he began to steer you toward the nearest private space he could find.

It didn’t take long before you found yourself pressed up against the wall of an abandoned warehouse, Dean’s body flush against yours, his lips crashing hungrily against your own. The kiss was searing, filled with a primal need that left you breathless and aching for more.

Dean’s hands roamed your body, mapping every curve and dip with a reverence that had your head spinning. You arched into his touch, your own fingers tangling in his hair as you eagerly reciprocated the kiss.

When you finally broke apart, both of you panting heavily, Dean’s eyes were dark with desire. “Shit, baby,” he growled, his hips grinding against yours in a slow, sensual rhythm. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

You let out a soft whimper, your nails dragging lightly down the strong planes of his back. “Then what are you waiting for, Dean?” you cajole, as you gaze up at him through your lashes. “I’m waiting...”

That was apparently all the encouragement Dean needed. In one swift motion, he swept you up into his arms, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried you deeper into the warehouse, finally depositing you onto a sturdy table.

Your back hit the cold, hard surface with a dull thud, but you barely registered the discomfort, your entire focus solely on the man hovering above you. Dean’s hands were everywhere, tugging at your clothes, caressing your skin as if he simply couldn’t get enough of you.

You arched up into his touch, your fingers working to rid him of his shirt, desperate to feel the heat of his skin against yours. Dean helped you, shrugging out of the garment with practiced ease before diving back in, his lips trailing a scorching path down your neck.

You let out a breathy moan, your head falling back to grant him better access. Dean seemed to take that as an invitation, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips.

“Dean,” you pant, as he sucks vigorously on your exposed neck. “Please, I need you.”

He responded with a low, guttural growl, his hips grinding against yours in a way that had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. “Soon, baby,” he grunts, his breath hot against your skin. “I’m gonna take care of you.”

True to his word, Dean’s hands made quick work of the rest of your clothes, stripping you bare before his hungry gaze. You felt a flush of self-consciousness creep up your cheeks, but the pure, unadulterated desire in his eyes quickly had it melting away.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” Dean rasped, his fingers tracing the curves of your body with a reverence that left you breathless. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

Before you could even process his words, his lips were on you, hot kisses trailing down your body. You let out a sharp gasp as he reached your most sensitive place, his tongue darting out to tease and caress in a way that had your toes curling in pleasure.

Dean seemed to revel in your reactions, his ministrations growing more intense, more relentless, as he worked you closer and closer to the edge. You writhed beneath him, your fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on.

“Dean, oh God, fuck,” you pant again, letting out a high-pitched moan. “I’m so close, please, don’t stop.”

He growled in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. With a final, well-placed flick of his tongue, you unraveled, your body trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over you.

Dean worked you through it, his hands holding your hips in a vice-like grip as he lapped up every last drop of your release. When you finally began to come down, he pressed a soft, tender kiss to your inner thigh, his eyes shining with a mix of pride and unbridled lust.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

You let out a breathless chuckle, your fingers tracing over the sharp lines of his jaw. “Well, don’t keep me in suspense, Winchester,” you purred, your tone dripping with invitation. “Show me what else you’ve got.”

Dean’s eyes darkened, a predatory grin spreading across his face. “Oh, baby, you have no idea,” he growled, surging forward to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

You melted into him, your bodies tangling together as the kiss deepened. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and the knowledge only served to stoke the flames of your desire higher.

When you finally broke apart, both of you panting heavily, Dean wasted no time in shucking off the rest of his clothes. You drank in the sight of him, the firm, sculpted planes of his body making your mouth water with anticipation.

“Dean,” you breathed, your fingers trailing down his chest. “I need you, so bad.”

He let out a guttural groan, his hips bucking against your touch. “You already have me, baby,” he chuckles, giving your hips a light squeeze. “I’m all yours.”

With that, he positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes locked with yours as he slowly, but agonizingly, pushed inside. The sensation of him filling you up, stretching you to the point of delicious fullness, had you crying out in pure, unadulterated bliss.

Dean paused for a moment, allowing you both to savor the feeling, before beginning to move. His thrusts were deep and powerful, each one hitting that sweet spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

You clung to him, your nails digging into the firm muscles of his lower back as you met him thrust for thrust, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. The warehouse was filled with the lewd sounds of your mingled cries of pleasure and skin slapping, echoing off the bare walls.

As the familiar coil of tension began to build inside you once more, Dean leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “That's it, Y/N,” he growled, filthy encouraging you. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you fall apart.”

With a strangled cry, you did just that, your body trembling as the waves of your release washed over you. Dean followed closely behind, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself inside you, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

For a long moment, the two of you stay entwined together, your heartbeats slowly returning to normal. Dean pressed soft kisses to your face, murmuring words of adoration and praise.

“You were amazing, sweetheart,” he whispered, his fingers tracing the curves of your body. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”

You smiled, your own hands caressing the strong lines of his shoulders. “So were you, Dean,” you responded, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I’m glad we finally got to... take care of that problem of yours.”

Dean chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Oh, trust me, baby,” he spoke in that sexy gravelly deep voice of his, hips rolling against yours in a way that had you biting back a moan. “We’re just getting started.”

#﹙ kari writes 𝜗𝜚 ﹚ #dean winchester #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x you #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x y/n #dean winchester one shot #dean winchester imagines #dean winchester angst #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x fem reader #dean winchester x female!reader #dean x female!reader #dean x y/n #dean x you #dean x reader #dean smut #dean angst #supernatural #supernatural smut #supernatural angst #supernatural x reader #supernatural x you #supernatural fluff

[doc-pickles]

voicemail | mat barzal

summary: you’ve left mat many voicemails in the last few months, but he finally listens to them

warnings: mentions of pregnancy and childbirth

a/n: head empty no thoughts. enjoy!

xoxo nina

“Hey you’ve reached Mat. Leave a message after the beep.”

“Mat it’s me… I know we haven’t talked for few months but I would really appreciate it if you called me back.”

“Hey me again. Please call me back, I really need to talk to you.”

“Listen I know we broke up but… This is super important. I wouldn’t be calling if it wasn’t. Please Mat.”

“Since you won’t pick up the phone I’ll just say it. I’m pregnant, Mat. It’s yours. Please… Just let me know you’ve gotten my calls and texts.”

“I don’t want money or anything, I just want you to know about our son and have the chance to be there for him. Call me please.”

“Hey, me again… If you don’t want to be apart of this that’s fine I just… I need you to tell me so I’m not sitting around with this false hope that you’ll show up for us.”

“Mat my water broke and I’m so scared. All I want is you. If you were ever going to pick up the phone now would be the time. Please babe, I can’t do this without you.”

“Matty…. He looks just like you. Please… please pick up the phone.”

+

“Fuck… C’mon Grey,” you groaned quietly as you rocked your two week old son. He was crying loudly and nothing you’d done yet seemed to help. “Bubs please, mama is trying her best.”

His wails continued, your shoulders slumping in defeat as you rocked back and forth. You were seconds away from crying right alongside your little boy.

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. Your brow furrowed but you moved toward it anyways. With a wince you glanced at your reflection in the hallway mirror. Your hair was messily piled on your head, the dark circles under your eyes were almost purple, and you had spit up on your shirt.

“Hold on Greyson, I’m just gonna answer the… door…,” your voice faltered as you pulled the door open to reveal Mat standing there. His hair was sticking up as if he’d been running his hands through it and his eyes were puffy. “Mat?”

Mat didn’t say anything as his eyes locked on Greyson who was still loudly wailing, unaware of the tension boiling between his parents. He blinked a few times before he looked up at you with watery eyes, “Is… Is that him? Is that our son?”

Your lip trembled as you looked up at Mat, heart aching in your chest as your eyes met, “You didn’t answer my calls.”

“I know.”

“You missed my whole pregnancy.”

“I know.”

“You weren’t there to hold my hand when he was born. I…,” tears welled in your eyes, quickly spilling over as you and Mat stood across from each other. “What- why now? What the hell are you doing here Mat?”

You fell into full on sobs as Mat stepped forward and pulled you into his arms, both you and Greyson crying against his chest. His arms held you close as he whispered apologies and sweet words to you.

“I’m so sorry baby, I’ll explain everything. Okay? I’ll tell you everything,” Mat whispered against your hair. You couldn’t do anything but cry along with your son, your shoulders deflating as Mat held you. “It’s okay, I got you. I got you both.”

When Mat gently grabbed Greyson from your arms you didn’t hesitate to hand him over. You’d been rocking him for close to two hours and you were delirious and exhausted from trying to calm your son.

“I’ll hold him while you take a nap,” Mat pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you close for a moment. “I’m here baby, I got you.”

You laid in bed for a few minutes simply staring at the ceiling. You and Mat had gone through a civil breakup, ending things solely because you rarely saw each other. Between his job and yours your schedules were hard to coordinate and it had put unnecessary stress on both of you.

When you’d both decided to break off your relationship you spent the whole night in bed together. You couldn’t even begin to count how many times you and Mat had made love, chuckling as you realized that’s probably when Greyson was conceived.

With a sigh you laid down, your eyes immediately shutting as you drifted off to sleep thinking about you and Mat and your son.

+

Your body wakes you up, the breastmilk leaking through your top a sure sign that you’ve missed a feeding. With a groan you changed before going to hunt down Mat and Grey.

Stretched out across your couch is Mat, Greyson on his bare chest. His eyes scanned over every inch of your son as if he didn’t want to miss a single detail.

“Hi,” you whispered from the doorway, Mat’s eyes finally breaking away from Grey to meet your eyes. “I need to feed him, my boobs are killing me.”

Mat didn’t make any jokes, much to your surprise, as he sat up and handed Greyson over to you. You sat on the opposite end of the couch and quickly latched the baby onto your breast before you looked back over to Mat. His head was in his hands, bent over as he heaved a deep sigh.

“Mat-“

“I’m so sorry,” he cut you off, eyes still locked on the floor. “I… Fuck… After we broke up I was a mess. I started- ah, hooking up with this girl Hayley. It was casual, I literally never saw her outside of our hookups but she clearly wanted more.”

Your heart clenched as Mat told you about this other woman, but you let him keep going. You knew he wouldn’t be telling you this if there wasn’t a point to it all.

“We started casually dating. Just dinner or a movie before we… You know… Anyways last night I woke up to her going through my phone,” Mat stopped, finally pulling his head away from his hands as he looked up at you. “She had been deleting all your messages. I kicked her out and they were all there so I… I listened to every single one and then I drove over here. As soon as I knew I was on your doorstep. I’m so sorry. If I’d known, if I’d heard that first message I would’ve been here for everything.”

You hadn’t even realized you were crying until Mat leaned over to brush the tears staining your cheeks. You met his eyes, hurt and sincerity floating in them.

“I can never stop apologizing for missing all of this but I swear I’ll be here for every moment from here on out,” Mat whispered as he caressed your cheek. “Okay?”

You nodded as Mat kissed your forehead just as Grey let out a whine in your arms. Mat chuckled as you gently patted his back and coaxed a burp out of the infant, “He didn’t wanna be ignored.”

“He’s an attention seeker, just like his dad,” you snorted and watched as Mat’s face lit up. You handed Grey back to him, smiling as your son curled right into him. “He also already looks just like you. Figures since he has your name.”

Mat’s brows furrowed as he looked from Greyson to you, “My name?”

“Greyson Mathew,” Mat’s eyes widened as you grinned. “I knew you wouldn’t have ignored me on purpose or out of spite. And I don’t know what stopped me from just marching down to your place with my huge belly and waiting until you talked to me. I think a part of me was scared that maybe you would reject me to my face. I don’t know but… I’m glad you’re here now.”

Mat pulled you into his side, cuddling you into him as he pressed a kiss to your hair. Grey squirmed around for a second but calmed as you put your hand over Mat’s on his back. The scene was sweet and intimate, what you’d been dreaming of since you found out you were pregnant.

Everything was perfect.

+

“Grey’s screaming,” you groaned as you cuddled into Mat’s chest. “It’s too early for screaming Mathew.”

Mat chuckled as he slowly extracted himself from your hold, “I’ll go get the gremlin. You just lay there and look pretty.”

You grinned up at Mat as he left the room, heading down the hall towards Greyson’s room. A harsh kick landed against your stomach and you groaned, settling your hand against the slight curve of your belly.

“Your brother is already causing a ruckus, I don’t need you too,” you chuckled as another kick hit your hand. “Calm down sweet girl or daddy is gonna come in here and rile you up.”

“My girl is awake?” Mat asked excitedly from the doorway, Greyson on his hip with an identical smile to Mat’s as you rolled your eyes. “Lemme feel her.”

Greyson plopped himself onto the bed and curled into your side, watching with wide eyes as Mat leaned down to whisper to your belly.

“Baby!”

“Yup that’s your baby sister,” you giggled as Mat pressed a kiss to your belly. “Enough Mathew, you already know she’s gonna be a daddy’s girl.”

“I know,” Mat groaned as he looked up at you with a smirk. “But I didn’t get to experience this with Grey. I want to make the most of this.”

You smiled and ran a hand through Mathew’s curls, your wedding rings glinting in the morning light as his cheek pressed against your belly, “You’re an amazing dad Mat, have been from day one. We’re very lucky to have you.”

“I couldn’t imagine my life without you three,” Mat smirked at you before he leaned up and kissed you softly. “Thank you for giving us a family.”

“Thanks for listening to your voicemails,” you grinned as he leaned into your side.

#Mat barzal #Mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl fic #hockey fanfiction #hockey imagine #nina writes

[lovingmattysposts]

Eastside 8

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12 P13 P14 P15 P16 P17

pair: y/n and matt sturniolo

summary: growing up in the outskirts of Boston wasn't really pretty. Life wasn't that great for most people, most people. You had Matt and no one fucked with you when Matt was standing by your side. The chief's daughter and the bad boy deliquent. A perfect love story?

warnings: sad, fluff, cursing

sorry this took so long, I was gonna make it longer but I’m with friends rn and wanted to get this out to you today love u guys

xoxo, Autumn

"Why are you covering your forehead?"

I stared at my boyfriend in fear as he stared down at me. I swallowed and shrugged. He stared down at me raising his eyebrows, before smiling slightly. "What did you do?" He asked grabbing my wrist that was covering my face and shaking his head, but I restricted his hand from pulling mine off.

"Babe" He laughed releasing his grip on my wrist. I shook my head looking at me. "Did you get a tattoo on your forehead?" He chuckled, and I shook my head. He sighed stepping back.

I released my hand looking at him. He smile dropped as well as his mouth as he stepped towards me. "You pierced your eyebrow?" He gasped his hands coming up to my face. I stepped back from his touch.

"Don't touch it, it hurts" I said looking at him. He let out a breath, smiling. "It looks good" He smiled looking at me. I sighed looking down at the ground, wrapping my arms around myself.

"So you like it?" I mumbled. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at me. "Yeah, I think it looks great" He stated looking at me. I swallowed. "What about tattoos?" I breathed looking up at him. He just stared at me.

"Do you like tattoos?" I shook my head. He looked down at his arm. "I mean yeah?" He said looking at his own tattoos. "Would it make you like me more if I had tattoos?" I swallowed looking at him. He blinked at me, before shaking his head closing his eyes.

"What are you talking about?" He asked looking at me. "Like does this piercing make you like me more?" I asked looking up at him. He stepped towards me placing his hands on my shoulder.

"No" He shook his head. "A piercing or a tattoo isn't going to change my feelings about you" He chuckled shaking his head, but I just looked down. He lifted my chin. "Baby, what's going on?" He asked looking down at me.

I sighed closing my eyes.

"I saw Cecilia again" I admitted looking up at him. His face dropped. "What?" His face turned hard looking down at me. I looked to the side. "I-I saw her and she-she's into you and she started talking about how her piercings and how she would make a better match with you and I-I don't know I-" I felt my eyes start to water.

He stepped forward pulling me against his chest wrapping his arms around me. I let out a hard breath. "Y/n" He breathed against me, kissing the top of my head.

"I don't wanna lose you" I whispered. He pulled me back leaning down, pressing his hands to my face. "Baby, you're never gonna lose me" He whispered, wiping my tears under my eyes.

"I don't care if you shaved your head or started wearing dresses 24/7, there is nothing about your apperence that would change anyway I felt about you. I love you for you, not for anything else" He shook his head, amking me smile and take a breath.

"Cecilia isn't in the same planet as you" He smiled shaking his head. "Her tattoos are trashy" He smiled kissing the top of my head and pulling me back against him. I leaned against him. That was all I needed, just some reassurence.

"I'm all yours. No one else can have me" He chuckled, making me smile. "Good" I mumbled pulling back. He smiled looking down at me. "So you like it though?" I asked looking at him. He nodded. "I think you look hot with it. I think you hot without it" He smiled shaking his head. I smiled.

"You're dad's gonna kill you though" He mumbled looking down at me, making me smile and look down. I shurgged. "He'll get over it" I smiled.

-

"What the hell is on your face?"

I sighed looking down as I closed the door. "Hi dad" I smiled looking at him. He stared at him, his face hard as he walked up to me. "Is that real? It better not be real. Please tell me you did not stick a needle through your eyebrow" He said looking down at my face.

I put my hand up to my face slightly covering it. "No, the nice lady with the gloves stuck a needle through my eyebrow" I said looking up at him. He let out a hard breath, stepping back putting his hands on his hips.

"I knew letting you see that boy was gonna--" He shook his head. "Matt had nothing to do with this. He was just as shocked as you" I said stepping towards him. He looked over at me. I sighed looking down.

"I'm just figuring out what I wanna look like, you know? It's apart of expression" I mumbled looking at my shoes. He scoffed. "Expression?" he stepped forward. "Y/n for gods sake you can express yourself without sticking a needle in your face!" He yelled at me.

I shook my head before moving past him. "It was that or a tattoo dad, think you would have rathered this" I said as I walked up the steps

-

matt pov

I pushed the door open walking into the warehouse seeing a bunch of people standing and talking before their eyes snapped to me. I clenched my jaw as I saw her.

"You" I stated glaring at her. She smiled crossing her arms over her chest. Landon stepped in front of me so I couldn’t get to her. I glared up at him.

"You forget who’s ground you’re on Sturniolo” Landon said staring down at me. I shook my head. “I don’t care. You’re messing with someone I care about for no good reason. That’s not what you said. I didn’t mess up any package so there shouldn’t be an issue” I said angrily back.

He smiled. “I didn’t promise anything. Maybe Slim said that, but as far I know the conversation between you and him made it seem like you don’t even like this girl” He smiled. I was fuming with angry as I looked down at Cecilia.

“I just thought the dress she picked out was cute, that’s all Matthew” She smiled as she walked up to us. I clenched my jaw. “Not my fault your girlfriends got her panties in a twist because a real girl wants a taste” She winked at me. I closed my eyes letting out a breath.

I heard the door open behind me. Landon and Cecilia looked up behind me before their face slightly altered.

“Is there an issue?”

I smiled as I felt Nick walk up next to me, their demeanors slightly falling. Landon crossed his arms over his chest. Their Slim was my Nick. Cecilia glared at him.

“No” Landon stated looking at him. Nick hummed. “So I suppose you still want packages coming in then?” He asked looking at him. Landon clenched his jaw and looked off to the side. I smiled.

“Because the longer you keep messing with my blood, there won’t be any. I don’t care what Slim says he doesn’t scare me or my brother” Nick said harshly crossing his arms over his chest.

Landon just looked up at Nick. Nick looked down at Cecilia. “You done sweetie?” He asked looking at her. She clenched her jaw. “Or do you wanna get another tattoo to prove you’re badass because you grew up on the poorest side of town?” He tilted his head. I bit back a smile as an offended look grew across her face.

“We done here?” Nick asked looking down at me. I pursed my lips as Cecilia looked at me. “Yeah, we are. I actually have somewhere to be” I stated looking between them.

Nick shook his head before turning on his heels and walking out. I followed him.

-

I stepped through the window smiling dusting off my hands from the dust from the bricks if her house. I looked up seeing her laying on her side facing away from me. My smile fell. Was she asleep? It's barely 11.

"Y/n?" I said softly walking over to her bed. She didn't move. I sighed as I sat down next her and ran my hand over her arm. "Baby" I whispered pressing a kiss against her shoulder. That's when I heard her sniffle. I paused.

"Y/n, are you crying?" I asked pulling her shoulder back, to see her face. She glanced up at me. "I told you to come at 8" She mumbled. I sighed as I looked down at her hurt face. "I'm sorry there was something I had to deal with" I said looking at her. Her eyes shifted away from me.

"There's always something you have to deal with" She said blankly. I closed my eyes and looked down as she shifted away from me. My heart clenched as I pulled her back.

"What's going on baby? Why are you crying?" I asked leaning over her. She sighed and moved to where she was looking up at me. I just looked down at her, pushing her hair out of her eyes. She let out a breath.

"My dad just screamed at me for an hour over this eyebrow piercing" She breathed looking at me. I licked my lips. "Do you like it?" I asked looking down at her. She shrugged. "It's okay" She whispered. I sighed closing my eyes.

"I know this isn't about the piercing y/n/n, spill it" I stated shaking my head. She swallowed. "I feel like i'm bending over backwards trying to keep everyone happy" She admitted. I just watched her as she spoke.

"I just want to exist and everyone not want something from me" She shook her head. I furrowed my eyebrows. "I hope you're not talking about me" I breathed. She glanced up at me. I shook my head closing my eyes.

"Y/n, I love you for you. There's nothing you need to do to make me more happy to be with you" I said shaking my head. She bit her lip. "You can try to pretend to be someone else with you dad or whoever else you want to" I said. "But not with me. I want the real you. The girl I fell in love with. You didn't have to try to make me fall in love with you, I just did. You don't have to change anything now" I shook my head.

She looked down at her hands.

"I just wish you would tell me what's going on with you" She stated. I just looked at her. "With us" She sighed. "There's nothing going on between us" I shook my head. She just looked at me then looked away.

"I just can't stop worrying about what you're doing" She breathed, sitting up slightly. "You tell me when you're coming over and you show up 3 hours late with no text or call. For all I know you could be lying in a ditch somewhere" She mumbled. I looked down.

I get it, it wasn't fair.

"I'm sorry" I whispered. "You're always sorry" She said back not looking at me. I bit my lip and wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against me, slightly taking a breath when she leaned into me as well.

"I know" I mumbled against the top of her head before pressing a kiss down against her. She sighed wrapping her arms back around me and lifting her legs onto my lap. "This is all I want from you" She mumbled against my chest. I ran my hands through her hair.

"I just need you here" She sighed. I smiled as I looked down at her, just listening to what she had to say. I'm not sure if she wanted me to respond, or if she just needed someone to listen to her. So I stayed silent.

"I don't like when you're not around" Her voice broke. I swallowed. "No one understands me like you do" She whispered. I sighed moving my hands down her arms. "I know my love" I whispered back.

"I feel like I don' even know who I am when you're not here" She whispered. I closed my eyes leaning my head back. "I don't even know why I got this stupid piercing. I've never wanted it before. I don't even know what I'm thinking" She sighed.

I didn't know a piercing could cause her so much emotional distress, but I knew it was deeper than that. Deeper than the piercing. It wasn't about the piercing at all. It was about me. About everything was going on.

"I love you" I whispered, making her look up at me. "I know you do" She said back making me smile. "I was just reminding you" I smiled at her. She smiled softly and looked down. "I'm excited for tomorrow" She whispered, making me smile.

Was i excited for the dance? No. Was i excited that y/n was excited and that i got to see her happy all dressed up? Absoluetly.

"I excited that you're excited" I smiled down at her. She sighed smiled wrapped her arms around my neck and pressing her lips against my face. I looked over at her.

"Thank you" She whispered. I smiled pushing her over and completely rolling on top her kissing the side of her face. She giggled beneath me. I leaned up looking down at her.

"Just give me some time" I said looking down at her. "Then there will be no more secrets, we will graduate, and we'll get out of eastside this eastside that" I shook my head as she smiled up at me.

"We'll get married and have little babies and a little white house" I smiled looking down at her. She raised her eyebrows smiling. "Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend" She laughed pressing her hands against my face before pulling my face down to connect my lips to her.

She pulled back.

"I didn't know you wanted those things" She whispered an inch from my face. I looked down at her, just admiring her beauty. "You make me want those things" I whispered back before pressing my lips back to hers.

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Mom who posts on a forum about how she feels guilty for taking advantage of her son being on antidepressants because he gets oh so sleepy during the day.

vrmom1970: Hello fellow moms! I'm a frequent viewer of this particular forum space, but today I make my first post! I did a bad thing today. But it felt so...good. So exhilarating! LOL! My transgender son (22) has been depressed for quite some time after his girlfriend broke up with him, and so he was prescribed some antidepressants to help him deal with it. However, the antidepressants make him terribly tired! Yesterday, he was asleep on the couch, looking so peaceful and cute. I went to put the blanket that was hanging off of him back over him, when I noticed he had on no panties! Along with that, his tits were spilling out of the only article of clothing he was wearing, a tank top. I've seen my son nude before, he practically is a nudist the way he's allergic to wearing clothing unless guests are over. Anyway, I don't know what came over me. I went to go and tuck his breasts back into shirt, they were very soft, areolas big and round (just like mine!) nipples hard and plump like gumdrops...something disgusting and nasty took over me, because without a second thought, I put his breast in my mouth! I started sucking and groping them, like a madwoman! I never knew I could be so perverted and taboo, but even as I write this my girldick is throbbing just thinking about it! Ugh! I think reading you ladies posts has turned me into a fully fledged pervert! Anyway, I think I was sucking too hard, because he started moaning! I quickly pulled away and he turned over, covering himself with the blanket. I let out a sigh of relief before I headed upstairs and instantly had to relieve myself! I came as hard as the first time I stumbled upon this forum two years ago, cum shooting all over my own face as I laid in bed thinking about how I sucked my son's breasts, and about what else I would've done had he not started stirring! My gosh, I think I'm gonna have to go pleasure myself again, so this ends this forum post! I will keep you guys updated on if I decide to do something like this again! xoxo :)

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Spotless: Arpeggio

Chapter Twenty

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Sam/Madison, Bobby/Annie, Pam/Lee, OFC Gibson, Ash, Benny, Cesar/Jesse, Kevin, Cas, and Charlie

Word Count: 4031

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, recreational drug use, surprise birthday guests, Dean being a giant kid, actually it's everyone, more history and an uh-oh, unbeta'd

A/N: You know how you outline bullet points that you need covered in a chapter and then you write all day long and forget one of the biggest ones until literally the last sentence? Yeah, me neither.

Anyway, I can't believe we are TWENTY whole chapters into this beast. Thank you all, so SO much for hanging around. xoxo Stu

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Dean’s morning began with a blow horn blast compliments of Sam, who then received a bitch slap from his very frightened and at odds older brother. 

“Rise and shine, jerk. It’s the last year of your thirties!”

Dean groaned and buried his head beneath the pillows, poorly hiding from anymore horns. “Hephha waaff to wff agy hpp birfay”

“WHAT?! I can’t hear you?!”

Dean flipped Sam off and rolled over. “Helluva way to wish a guy Happy Birthday.”

Sam laughed. “Don’t worry, that’s not all.”

He pulled out a bag of the greasiest breakfast burritos from a shop around the corner from Charlies that they had discovered after being up all night gaming, drunk and caffeinated out of their minds. 

“Oh my god, you do love me!” Dean snatched the bag out of Sam’s hand and grabbed a burrito and cradled it to his chest. He looked up at Sam and said fervently, “I take back every mean thing I’ve ever said to you.”

“No you don’t. You’re just hungry. You want me to leave you two alone or should I take it back downstairs where the coffee lives?”

Dean stared down at the warm lump in his hand and honestly considered eating it right away, but Sam was right and scrambled eggs and peppers were not something he wanted to clean off his sheets whenever he found them again after the coming festivities.

“Yeah, thanks, let me grab some clothes and I’ll meet you down there.”

“You got it,” Sam took the burrito back as Dean dropped it into his outstretched hand. 

“No fucking with it now, I know how it’s supposed to be wrapped,” Dean warned with a firm pointer finger.

Sam rolled his eyes and his hair along with them and stalked out of Dean’s room towards the backstairs that led into the kitchen.

They ate breakfast in relative silence, coffee and contemplation and all that. Just two brothers celebrating a year that both of them were worried wouldn’t come. Aging might be a bitch, but it is definitely better than the alternative. And for the Winchester brothers, a blessing they weren’t ever quite sure they deserved.

Charlie and you slinked in just after noon, after Dean and Sam had half-heartedly worked off their breakfasts and showered for the day. You had the most obnoxious balloon cowboy hat for him while Charlie presented him with a ‘birthday prince’ sash that he was under orders to keep on all day.

Dean eyed you both with a simmering shame-twinged annoyance. This wasn’t supposed to be a big deal. He already got looks when he went out as it was, plus only a douche of a grown man demands strangers acknowledge his birthday that way.

“Guys, come on. I’m not— this is a little ridiculous,” Dean didn’t want to be ungrateful.

You sighed. “Okay, fine, spoilsport. Just let us take a few pictures and you can ditch the hat.”

“Oh! The hat was the best part!” Sam lamented.

“Can it, Sammy,” Dean snipped.

Charlie chuckled. “Okay, but you can totally wear the sash where we’re going, because nobody else will even be there to see you in it, just your friends.”

Dean pursed his lips and looked the redhead in the eye, she wasn’t going to let him win. “Great—- just great.”

Lee and Benny were gonna have a field day with this one.

“Atta boy! Say CHEESE!” Charlie chirped, taking way too many shots and angles with him and his birthday attire.

They hung out and shared a joint, picking at a cheese tray that Sam had pulled out. Sure they had places to be, but that was the beauty of being the guest of honor, everything revolved around Dean-time. And as absolutely narcissistic as that sounded, Dean could get used to that kind of schedule.

The party bus arrived just before two. It was actually the band’s touring bus, which meant it was roomy and stocked to the brim with alcohol and edibles. Bud itself was never left on the bus to dry out. Inside were Benny, Cesar and Jesse, all moderately sober as they were also acting as light security detail for the day. Pam and Lee brought Gibson along, which told Dean wherever they were headed was going to be fun, however wholesome. Madison and Annie were there with Bobby upfront driving ‘The Proud Mary’ as the bus was so lovingly called. And around the table in the small kitchenette were Kevin, Ash and Cas.

Holy shit, Dean had to blink.

He turned around on the stairs and looked at you, who were the only one daring enough to pull this off. “Are you kidding me right now?!”

“What?” You smirked and batted your eyelashes with fake innocence.

Dean looked at you and felt something in his chest crack.  But before he could get overrun by the emotions, gratitude, fear, even anger, Sam cleared his throat.

“In or out, Dean, air’s on.”

Dean nodded and blinked away the awe. “Thank you,” he grunted beneath his breath and turned to the cheers and jeers of his people.

“There he is!”

“Birthday boy!”

“Hey Winchester, I like your do-hickey,” Benny teased.

“It’s a sash, dumbass,” Cesar quipped, flicking the brim of Benny’s cap.

“HAPPY BIRTH-DAY,” Pam started offkey and then everybody joined in. Dean nodded along, faux-conducting and fighting the blush on his cheeks with every out of tune note.

He bowed as the song ended and then griped, “Yeah, okay, enough of that. Let’s get this shit started, shall we?! Uh, Gibson you good to DD on the way home, buddy?”

Everyone laughed.

“UNCLE DEAN! I can’t drive yet.”

“You sure?”

“I’m only six!”

“I don’t know,” Dean said thoughtfully, bending to look the stringbean over. “I think you could pass for seven or eight maybe.”

“Nuh-uh!”

Dean ruffled his hair and pulled him into a hug. “Fine! I’ll let Bobby keep his spot for today, but when you get your license, come talk to me about a job young man,” Dean promised.

Dean eased onto the bus, with you and Sam on his heels until you broke off to find a seat. He nodded and accepted hugs and high fives before he made his way to the table in the back, well that section’s back. The bunks and the bathroom were down a short hallway past the eating area and bar.

“Hey guys, thanks for coming,” Dean said broadly, but his eyes couldn’t stop looking for Cas’.

“Of course, man! Gotta celebrate another trip around the sun,” Ash exclaimed, his hair bouncing with his enthusiasm.

Kevin sniggered as he looked up at Dean and back across to Cas. “You know he’s real and everything.”

“He even speaks,” Cas deadpanned, turning his glare at Kevin.

“Hey, Cas.”

“Happy birthday, Dean.”

Dean felt the lurch of the bus entering traffic and panic resurfaced. “Good to see you. But, uh, we’ll catch up at some point? I gotta,” Dean sputtered and thumbed toward the general direction of the side-by-side seats along one wall.

“Of course,” Cas nodded, but gave Dean a tentative smile. Dean felt lightheaded but he felt better when he had a solid seat underneath his ass. Talk about a mindfuck. 

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and silently thanked the universe that he agreed to these super secret, group, birthday shenanigans.

The adventure park was suspiciously abandoned, even for a weekend day. But Dean took it as part of the present, no paps, no families with kids too young for school clogging up the Skee Ball lanes or having accidents on the go karts. He was kind of amazed y’all were able to pull this off, but it was far enough away from the busier parts of town that maybe you had scored a good deal. Or maybe Dean didn’t want to think about how much you and Sam and probably Bobby had shelled out for the day.

Even after years of his own success, Dean felt guilty whenever people spent money on him.

“Okay, line up for your wristbands. Everyone gets one, if you run out of tokens, tough luck. Laser Tag and Go Karts are available if we ask, just make sure there’s a big enough group to make up for the staff being pulled to those locations. Pizza will be set out as a buffet at five. I’ll get pitchers of water and soda out in the meantime,” you used a teacher's voice over the rowdy crowd as they beelined out of the bus and up to the gates.

Dean was almost giddy; he was so excited.

You bestowed a lanyard over his head, instead of a wristband. Which meant unlimited tokens for games and a turn in the vortex machine where paper tickets floated around and he was supposed to catch them for prizes. He was banking on letting Gibson take that responsibility, but hadn’t said anything because he knew Pam hated to spoil him, especially on someone else’s birthday. Oh well, being a surrogate Uncle held some leeway afterall.

“First one to the gokarts is a rotten egg!” Ash called out, making everyone turn on their heels and book it through the doors.

Dean laughed at the reversion to grade school taunts, but definitely tripped Sam on his way passed.

Somehow, Bobby and Annie got the first kart, but then again Dean didn’t remember seeing them as you made your little announcement, so they must have had a head start. The line was a mass of people bickering for a turn, which color kart they wanted, or which number if you were Charlie and Kevin. Dean had his shotgun attached at his hip, bouncing on the soles of his feet. But everytime he glanced up and saw Cas talking to Sam or nodding at something Pam said, he had to do a double take.

In all, they filled nearly all the available twelve karts. Dean and Gibson were in number 11, Lee, Benny, Pam, Cas, Ash, Kevin, Cesar, Jesse and Charlie all drove solo. While Sam and Madison, Bobby and Annie paired off. No one could get you in one of those things if they tried, and they all knew better than to try. Which Dean was grateful for, he hated rehashing your shit for other people’s understanding.

They did four lap races for almost an hour, with Dean sneaking past Bobby for the final victory. But everyone (except for Ash and Charlie) had lost count of their stats by the time they got inside to chug some soda and hit the arcade area before dinner.

Dean was sweating, faux satin clinging to his back through his shirts as he polished off a cup of flat cola. But he couldn’t keep the grin off his face long, seeing all of his favorite people milling around, trying to one up each other or just beat one another to a coveted game. It was the stuff of childhood birthdays he had only ever dreamed about, but you had made possible.

Lee held Gibson on his shoulders as they took Sam on at the free throw alleys. Charlie and Madison were playing some kind of shooting game while Kevin and Cesar watched them, obviously impressed by their stances with the fake rifles. It made him think of Jo and Big Buck Hunter for the briefest moment, but he tucked that away and chose to relish in the moment instead. Cas and Jesse were at the air hockey table and Bobby and Ash huddled by the wall of Skeeball machines, not partaking themselves, just watching you as you sank ball after ball into the 300 or better rings.

Dean couldn’t pick what he wanted to do next, so he just watched for a few minutes, soaking in the joy around him.

Eventually, his stomach chose for him. The pizzas were delivered in a tidy row down a side table of every cheap topping option available. There was even a mushroom option, which was probably the only thing close to a vegetable in the place, but it meant Sam couldn’t bitch. Everyone chowed down, standing and sitting in hodgepodge groupings, laughing and debating on what to do next.

Pam was comparing Cas’ and Kevin’s tattoos as Dean approached, paper plate firmly in hand, chewing as he silently butt into the conversation.

“Looks good, I mean, he’d hate them, but you know that would only be for show,” Pam said about the late Rufus.

“Yeah,” Cas agreed, pulling his arm back.

“Crotchety old bastard,” Dean added between bites.

“May he rest in peace,” Pam added, respect and mirth flitted in her eyes.

“So, Cas, how’s the kid and the band and fucking everything?” Pam changed the subject.

“Uh, we’re—- making progress,” Cas said simply, clearly unsure what to do with Dean’s presence. He worried at his lip ring like he always did when he was uncomfortable, but Dean was too damn curious and stubborn to take the hint.

“They’re finding their sound, it’s kind of cool to see it happen. You should go with me sometime to their rehearsals. It’s very organic,” Kevin explained. “It’s like they can sense what the other is thinking and just go for it.”

Dean couldn’t even pretend that that didn’t sting.

He cleared his throat. “So, where do you guys practice?”

“Oh— my place,” Cas said.

The fact that Kevin had been hanging with Cas and getting tattoos was one thing. The fact that he was in on this new band and its budding chemistry all while getting to spend time in Cas’ space was nothing short of getting his knees kicked out.

Not to mention, Cas had barely a townhouse with only one extra bedroom. He always preferred to live simply, as he put it.

“How does that work?”

Pam crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows, seeing where this was going better than Dean. “Are you a garage band, Cas?”

He just shrugged.

Dean chuckled under his breath. “That’s what you meant by organic,” he said to Kevin.

“Not exactly— that’s part of it, but I don’t know if it’s like some gene thing or a psychic connection. They’re just really good together.”

Pamela inhaled as Dean squinted at Cas, who had gone stock still with Kevin’s words.

“Gene thing?”

“Dean—,” Pamela warned.

“Oh, crap,” Kevin said, realizing too late that Dean was apparently more in the dark than he’d known.

Castiel remained silent, eyes boring into Dean, waiting for the explosion. It made Dean sick to realize that Cas was afraid of him, of his temper, still.

Dean set down his slice of pizza and squared his shoulders, trying to keep it civil. To not be that guy anymore. “Cas, come on man. What’s that about? He some long lost cousin or something?”

“Jack’s my kid, actually.”

Dean sputtered. “Yeah right, nice one.”

Everyone glared at him.

“You’re serious? How? When? I would have fucking noticed if you had actually boned down some chick—- I mean how old is he?”

Cas rolled his eyes and Dean had the sinking sensation that absolutely none of this was his business. But Cas had been his best friend for most of their lives— it was important information to have, even if it was twenty years too late.

Kevin and Pam silently agreed to disappear, but Dean couldn’t pinpoint the moment it happened. They were there and then they were gone.

“Dean,” Cas chastised.

“No— I deserve to know. I mean, what the hell? A kid?”

Cas raised his eyebrow, the one with the damn ring in it and Dean wanted, not for the first time, to yank it out.

“Kind of like I— like we deserved to know you were in an underground fighting ring? Like you had some sort of deathwish pact with a pimp and a known murderer?”

Dean felt an icy chill run down his spine, his hands instantly turned to fists and he had to breathe to keep the rage at bay. But his chest was so tight and the shame had become worms in his stomach. He wasn’t going to puke at his own birthday party, not from something as pathetic as his own mistakes. Alcohol would have been an easier taste in his mouth.

The party continued around them, but Dean didn’t reply. He couldn’t.

Cas seemed to register that and looked down at his boots before meeting Dean’s eye once more. “Dean, I’m sorry— that— that was uncalled for.” 

Dean swallowed down the bile and exhaled.

He unclenched his fists, shaking them slightly to feel something other than overwhelming emotion, the kind he’d need a few sessions with Missouri to even name.

“Don’t worry about it,” Dean grunted, head down as he got himself together.

“Dean— we should talk, but I can’t really explain myself in front of everyone.”

Dean hummed.

“It’s just— I think there’s a lot we never got off our chests and it only made the last couple of years harder— on both of us.”

“It seems like everyone else already knows your business, Cas. Just kind of sucks to be the last to know.”

Cas nodded, eyes still tight, still on guard.

“But I guess the way I was— kind of makes sense. I didn’t deserve to know.”

Cas’ face softened. “Dean— that’s not. Let’s not, right now. Later. Okay?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

Dean inched around the corner, weapon drawn and head on a swivel. He couldn’t see much, but endless nooks for the enemy to hide. The arena was dark, out of necessity, but it only added to the adrenaline pumping through him. Dean nodded to his teammate and they spun around the next edge, fingers on their triggers as they stood back to back. 

He really wished they had communication between the other members of Green Team, but that was just rich people thinking for a family entertainment center. It wasn’t like they were storming the beaches of Normandy here.

Something moved in his periphery but before Dean could turn you shot behind him, getting Kevin square in the chest. You both watched as Kevin fell dramatically to the floor, one down, five more to go.

“Nice shot,” Dean said out of the corner of his mouth.

“I feel like that was too easy,” you replied, searching the area while you whispered.

“Might have been a scout,” Dean agreed.

“Yeah, but—” 

He felt you shift behind him and he rounded to cover you, but Benny was already there, a near wall of guns behind him. 

“It was a fire fight!” Ash screamed out of his spot above them, taking Charlie out with the distraction.

You kept your body turned, lessening their target and fired without even blinking, but Sam had height on you and you ended up taking each other out. Dean, unable to make a shot connect, cursed, turned tail, and ran, ducking down a ladder and trying to loop back on Benny and Pam.

Three down to his team’s one, that he knew of, still good odds.

But then he saw Jesse sitting with his back against a wall, clearly down. Dean needed to find Cas and Cesar yesterday. Or they wouldn’t be able to call it in their favor. He crouched down and checked his back, without you to watch his six he felt extra exposed, though he kept to the edges, using the shadows to his advantage.

He heard whispering and he immediately hit the deck, rolling until he was flush with wall length-wise. But the voices stopped about ten feet away, either on the level above him or around the corner out of sight. Dean waited, gun drawn and senses on overdrive.

The telltale electronic chime of a chest plate activating sounded off and the voices turned from whispers to shouts of shock. Someone had gotten Pam. 

Which meant that Lee and Benny were the only ones left from Sam’s team.

And Lee was alone looking to the rafters from the sounds of it.

Dean army-crawled around the corner and got Lee from underneath, his cackle of victory the only way Lee even knew he was there.

“You sonofabitch!” Lee griped, helping Dean up before disappearing to the land of misfit toys, aka following Pam to the nearest exit.

Cesar appeared, seemingly out of nowhere and nodded Dean back to the rest of the team. Cas and Ash were still alive and kicking, strategizing on how to find or draw out Benny. But before Dean could turn and let Cesar back into the huddle, his chest piece crackled to life: Benny had shot him in the back.

Dean waved him off, trying to catch up with Benny’s trail, as Ash and Cas flanked him widely. They tried to cast a broad net, but instead they left too much space and Benny wound around them and took Ash out without Dean or Cas even seeing him.

Dean looked at Cas and Cas nodded, doubling back and letting Dean take point. 

It felt like hours, but really it only took maybe five more minutes of creeping around the obstacles in the center of the arena for Dean to catch sight of Benny. His sturdy frame ducked behind a pillar as Dean slowly followed. But he was too slow, because Benny had spun around and had his gun on Dean’s back plate before Dean could move.

“Bang bang,” Benny taunted, but he didn’t pull the trigger. He wanted Dean to surrender, but that wouldn’t do anything unless… Benny didn’t know Cas was still out there.

Dean held up his arms, but he didn’t drop his weapon.

“Alright, cher, nice and easy,” Benny coaxed Dean to turn face him.

“You got me,man,” Dean huffed, playing it up.

“Well, even the Birthday Prince loses sometimes.”

Then Benny’s chest flashed to life.

“What the—”

“And sometimes they still win,” Cas’ deadpan interrupted Benny’s surprise.

“Nice one, Cas!” Dean held up his hand for a high five, but Cas just cocked his head as the overheads snapped on, blinding them all in sudden light.

It wasn’t the first time that Dean thought Cas had some super-human senses. And he was happy to think that it probably wasn’t the last time either. Not anymore.

Everything considered, Gibson won the day. Every single adult, even Kevin, forked over the prize tickets they had wracked up on their wristbands for Gibson to exchange for a four foot long stuffed dog from some show or another. Dean fist bumped him and helped him carry the thing back onto the bus. But before Dean could haul himself up the first step, Sam pulled him back to the curb.

“Here— don’t say I never got you anything.” Sam handed him a massive rainbowed Slinky.

“Holy shit! I didn’t even see that! This is awesome,” Dean geeked out. “Thanks, man.”

Sam just shook his head and grinned.

Everyone got back on the bus and started in on the adult beverages as you sorted the tab and made sure everything was alright with the staff. Dean sat on his hands, forcing himself not to run back in and add on his own tip. He really did trust you, but some habits were hard to break. 

“Ready?” Dean heard Bobby ask you before cranking the door shut.

The bus rumbled off the curb and into the neverending traffic of the city at night. But they had everything they could possibly need on board. And when you sat down in the spot beside him, Dean couldn’t think of a single thing that could make his birthday any better.

He looked over at you and smiled, soft, just a hint of it on his lips, trying to keep himself from saying something stupid. You rolled your eyes and smiled back. And yeah, today might have been one for the books. But there were still chapters left unwritten between you two and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to wait anymore to find out what they’d said.

Then his phone rang. “Dean? Happy birthday! How did you want to go celebrate?”

It was Bela.

He had completely forgotten to invite Bela.

And apparently, somehow, so had you.

Fuck.

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Chapter 22: Dolce

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[scekrex]

Crack fic, I choose you!

Adam and reader sitting in a park, enjoying the nice day, some other angels on the benches next to them starting up a conversation about kids, not really recognizing Adam without his mask and just some normal clothes instead of his robe, how they adore their kiddos, watching them run around and play and Adma just going "Well, if you're a parent with children, don't leave them around me... PAUSE!! *nervous loud laugh* STOP!! I meant like, I'm going to teach them bad words!". The two angels looking horrified at Adam before chuckling nervously, standing up, getting their kids and flying away, reader absolutely face-palming and wondering why the hell did he marry this dumbass before turning to Adam, smacking the back of his head and going "Absolute idiot. Wait. DID YOU TEACH OUR KID BAD WORDS??? SHE'S FOUR" and Adam just replying with "I DON'T KNOW WHAT, WAS WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH HER???"

Luv, luv, luv, luv, luv ya 🤌💞

Luv ya even more babes also where did the Adam pics go u used to send w ur asks???? anyway, here ya go, xoxo

Chaotically chaotic

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Your little daughter was running around the park, she was a cheerful little girl, full of energy and an extrovert through and through. She made it seem so easy whenever she came up to you with another kid by her side, telling you and Adam about her newest friend.

Adam had decided to leave the house without his mask, a thing he had started doing more often since the two of you had adopted your adorable little daughter. When he had first put it on in front of her, she had started to cry and scream her lungs out and only stopped when Adam took it off again and assured her it was still him. She really didn't like that thing, she'd always trace her hands over Adam's stubbled chin and tell him that he's pretty and he doesn't need to cover his face.

And because that and the fact that the mask scared her, he decided to leave it at home today. That, and because there were other kids around too, other grown ups as well, he just thought it would be a more relaxed environment to let his daughter play in. So he not only ditched the mask but also his robe, instead he was wearing a black T-shirt with an red ‘A’ painted on the front of it, he had done it himself and it certainly did look that way but Adam had simply said it gave the rock vibe he wanted it to have so it didn't really matter.

A couple sat down next to you as they watched their children play with your daughter and had a light hearted conversation. “They grow up so fast, I remember that it was just yesterday when we taught them how to walk properly,” the woman said as she seemed to be reminiscing. “It’s truly amazing how quick they caught onto things,” her husband agreed with a proud nod.

Adam was eager to jump into that conversation, due to the fact that he wasn't dressed like usual and people barely saw him without his mask the couple didn't recognize him. Well, he sure as fuck didn't mind that. “Well, if you're a parent with kids, don't fucking leave them around me,” his words were met with silence and it was just then that he realized what he had said. “Pause, no wait, stop,” he was quick to add, panic was audible in his voice as a nervous laughter escaped him and he avoided looking at the couple, “By that I mean I'm gonna teach ‘em bad words n shit.”

The couple looked at each other, then they looked over to Adam and you, they both seemed absolutely and utterly horrified by what Adam had just said and while the brunette kept assuring them that he had really just been talking about slurs and cuss words, the couple got up with a nervous chuckle and called out for their kids. They were leaving.

You hid your face in your hands in embarrassment and sighed. Once the couple was gone you turned to Adam, “Absolute idiot,” you mumbled as you smacked the back of head lightly, that didn't shake the stupid grin from his lips that had appeared once the angelic couple had left the park. “Remind me why I married your stupid ass again?” you mumbled as you watched your daughter find someone else to play with. “Because my ass is fucking good when it comes to fucking you and,” he gripped your chin and tilted your head his way, “Because I'm irresistible and you love me with every single bit of your shitty little heart.” As if to prove a point he poked your chest playfully.

It was then that realization hit you, “Wait, you taught our daughter bad words?” you asked out of the blue and Adam's confident grin was replaced by a shy smile that gave you enough of an answer. “She’s four!” you exclaimed only to get a “I don't know what I'm supposed to do with her!” back.

You shook your head with a small grin on your lips, typical Adam. “Don’t fucking know, teach her how to play guitar or something.” Adam seemed to actually consider your advice, then gave you a nod in agreement. That wouldn't change anything about how he was going to continue to teach her bad words though, you didn't have to know, at least not now.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

[planet-dusk]

tw: noncon

Forced breeding with sub!minho

Minho was so close to cumming, he was teetering on the edge of a climax. Your mouth moved devilishly on his swollen pink cock, hollowing your cheeks just enough to make him whine. His begs, god, his pretty little whimpers every time you licked his slit, he wanted you to give in, to give him what he needed. “Please, please, I’ve been so good, please,” he repeated like a mantra. It took everything in him not to buck his hips up but with such little self control he couldn’t stop it. You pulled your mouth off him and licked up his torso until you were face to face with him. “Pretty little boys listen right?” After no answer you asked once more. He whined and again bucked his hips up hoping that his cock could touch your soft thighs. You straddled his waist and smirked, “Fuck, I ruined you, my little whore,” taking in his disheveled form; hair a mess from writhing on his pillow, wrists now red from pulling too roughly on the restraints, body glistening with sweat, thighs covered in hickies and his pretty cock twitching. “Please fuck me, ride me, please anything just let me cum.” He cried out whilst trying to move his hips for an attempt to get friction on his leaking cock. Without saying anything you sat down on dick not even letting yourself get accustomed to the stretch. His loud and whinny moans were covering up the wet sounds coming from in between you two. He didn’t need much stimulation, already sensitive from your mouth on him. 

“Baby, fuck, I’m gonna cum let me pull out, I need to pull out.” You stayed seated on his dick all while he begged to pull out. He felt impossibly deep inside you. “What are you doing? I need to- I need-“ you purposely clenched around him making his moan interrupt his own sentence. Once more, twice and then a third time you clenched around him making him cum deep in you. He released with a broken moan followed by a sob, his own hips chasing yours to ride out his orgasm. He pulled on his restraints once more as if that would do anything to free him so he could push you off, but it was too late, he came, he came hard. His cum probably already stuck he thought, when suddenly you moved your hips again, “come on slut, give me one more just to make sure it sticks.”

Anyways drink some water xoxo 💋

fuckkk anon this was 😵‍💫😵‍💫 thank you i will be thinking about this for the rest of the day ugh <33

#answered #anonymous #;skz headcanons #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon

[causeitsagame]

Ok syke one more. Doesnt need to be a whole fic or anything (obviously you do whatever you want) but Fuyuhiko breaching the aforementioned torture subject with Hajime? Like hey bro you're gonna hate this but uh if anyone ever gets captured, you need to let me get tortured bc it's the safest thing for everyone. OK SORRY IM JUST EXCITED. -xoxo hajihiko

OKAY follow-up (or prequel, really?) to this one:

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"I'm taking Kaz's plane and going."

Blinking, Hajime straightened from where he studied the radar. Most of them were edging into panic mode, and the only thing keeping things together was the collective trust they had in him to pull some sort of rabbit out of some sort of hat. "What?"

Fuyuhiko stared at him with a grim sort of calm. "He's going to set the plane to autopilot right toward them. You're going to get everyone else off the island in some other direction."

Well, it was some plan, at least. Grimacing, Hajime began, "I hate to give up that plane he put together, but if it can hold their attention for even a little while—"

"Hajime."

"I'll figure out a way to make it work."

Fuyuhiko stepped forward and gripped his wrist. "Fucking. Listen. To. Me."

Hajime stared back at him. His heartbeat pounded in his ears. "I did. You said that you're sending Kaz's plane toward them."

"For fuck's sake, we don't have time for this." Fuyuhiko's grip tightened. "A plane is not bait. I am bait."

Heat washed across Hajime's face, and his mouth quivered. "No. This isn't how we're doing it."

"This is the only way to do this. We need someone who can slow them down. I can take whatever they throw at me—"

"God, are you serious?" Hajime cried, and wrenched his arm out of Fuyuhiko's grip. "Whatever they throw at you? You mean fucking torture?"

"Yes," Fuyuhiko said simply. "I can, and everyone else can't. They'd be fine with killing most of us, too, the second they get their hands on us. But not me or Sonia, 'cause we had the most information. They'd keep both of us alive to wring it out of us. Years' worth."

Hajime's vision went blurry with sudden tears.

"Who'd stand up to it better?" Fuyuhiko demanded. "Me or her?"

He couldn't swallow, suddenly. Gasping, Hajime turned away.

"I need you to promise me you'll get them away. Everyone." Fuyuhiko's voice wavered, and he coughed hard. "That'll make it all worth it."

"You… fuck. Fuck!" Hajime slammed his hand into a metal support post and turned back to Fuyuhiko as the post crumpled. "We'll come get you out. We won't leave you there."

"No, you fucking won't."

Hajime stepped toward him, eyes blazing, and leaned forward to put every bit of height he had on Fuyuhiko to good use. "We are not abandoning you, and fuck you for even asking."

"You are not rescuing me," Fuyuhiko spat. "If anyone else decides to try, I guess I can't stop them. They shouldn't; they'll just be caught and killed. But I can't stop them."

Hajime's jaw twitched. "You can't stop me, either."

Fuyuhiko reared up and caught Hajime's shirt in his fists, and gripped it with iron intensity. "They'd keep me 'n Sonia alive for some torture. They'd keep you for an entire lifetime of it. They want you more than anyone else on this island, and I'm not letting them get anywhere close."

"So you throw yourself at them, on purpose, but I'm not even supposed to try?!"

"What they'll do to me is nothing compared to you. If you come for me, you're throwing away every last thing I'm about to go through." Fuyuhiko's hands trembled before he shoved Hajime away. "If I see you again, I'll never forgive it. You got that?"

Stunned, Hajime rocked back on his heels. Tears dripped off his chin and splattered against the floor. "A… a week. It won't be me, fine. But a week, and we'll come for you."

"Don't be an idiot," Fuyuhiko muttered, and swiped at his cheek with the back of his hand. "It'll be a damn year until you're settled in somewhere new. Settled in well enough to monitor intel, anyway."

"A month."

Fuyuhiko's eye closed. "Hajime, please…" He turned away, and for one vulnerable moment, emotion threatened to overcome him. "Please, don't."

"Two months. Final offer. Imposter and Peko, in and out." Hajime swallowed hard. He could play dirty, too. "If you don't want to accept that, then you have to tell Peko that she's not allowed to try to rescue you. If there's a way to do it, she'll figure it out. You have to tell her that she can't."

"She already knows." Fuyuhiko's gaze went very distant, and he had to shake his head before it re-focused on Hajime. "There's not going to be any point in an attempt, by then. Don't bother."

"Don't bother?" Hajime repeated in disbelief. "No point?"

"Peko knows the whole plan. She'll tell you… in two months." Fuyuhiko's eye filled with renewed purpose as he confirmed, "In two months, you'll hear why a rescue attempt won't be worth it."

"But—"

"We're out of time," Fuyuhiko said simply, and turned for the door. "You'd better get everyone out."

"Fuyuhiko!" Hajime pleaded, and ran to follow him.

A sure hand caught his wrist as he left. Hajime turned in surprise to Peko, who'd been waiting outside the door. Her eyes were bloodshot, her cheeks blotchy, but her gaze was filled with grim acceptance. "Let him go," she whispered. "He's made his choice."

"But… I can't…"

"If we do not save everyone else, we will diminish that choice." Peko's jaw clenched, then released. "What we can do for him now is to not let his efforts be in vain."

Something about her grip on his wrist kept Hajime there, even as Fuyuhiko vanished into the distance alongside Kazuichi. "I'm supposed to ask you in two months," Hajime said with a shaking voice. "About a rescue attempt."

Peko slowly nodded.

"He said that, in two months, you'd think it wouldn't be worth it."

"I know why he said that," Peko softly confirmed. "I do not agree with him, but I know why." Her hand tightened until the nails began to dig into Hajime's skin, then suddenly released. "We should round up the others. I refuse to let any of them die."

"…Right," Hajime agreed, and felt his shoulders slump.

I'm sorry. But I'll save everyone. I promise.

Two months.

Everyone. Including you.

#Anonymous #fic prompts #my fic

[whatsnewalycat]

This is gonna come out clumsy and like me being a big cry baby probably but idk here we go.

My entry point into the pedro fandom was reading fanfics, then I felt inspired enough to start writing stories I wanted to read. Before I started reading fics, though, I hadn’t been able to read a story for years and years, maybe a decade or more lol. I managed to get through Dreamcatcher by Stephen King in three years, and I listened to audiobooks, but reading is incredibly challenging for me because of ADHD. So I was really stoked that the adhd brain accepted my attempts to read fanfiction.

Once I started writing fanfics, it’s like that switch turned off. I try to read things, and sometimes I’m able to, but it’s like herding cats in my brain. And it sucks because I’ve made these connections with other writers here in this fandom, and I want to read their things and contribute and be encouraging, but I just cannot sometimes. It makes me feel like a shitty friend and a bad representative of this fandom, which is a me problem I know that.

Idk. I guess this is just an acknowledgement… I’m not good about reading and reblogging other people’s stories. And I hate that. And I’m sorry.

If you’re a fellow writer, it doesn’t mean I don’t support you or think you fucking rule or anything like that, it’s just that my brain won’t let me even though I really want to.

Sometimes I think about recording myself reading fics to add a new interesting dimension that might appease the adhd gods. Also sometimes I think about how doing that might be a way for other people who have difficulties with reading to access fics. But that would involve audio editing and boy howdy do I have no fucking clue what that all entails.

Anyway. Until I have this breakdown again, xoxo, aly.

#this is me over explaining myself due to guilt hello hi #just adhd things

[solarnomoon]

love is an art form — 19

design nineteen,,, indecent

“yo, heeseung, did you see this?” yn turns his phone towards the other boy as heeseung stops sipping on his drink, allowing heeseung to read it.

the guy laughs, just waving it off, “yeah. seems like we have our own stalkers.”

yn pouts, now turning his body toward heeseung. “you aren’t nervous?”

“for what?”

the boy pauses, just staring at heeseung, “well cause… you know…” he stares at heeseung, hoping he gets it, but he just smiles back. he bites on the straw of his boba before continuing, “cause like… you’re you! and i’m just… me? i dunno, you’re like popular! and stuff.” he takes a sip, watching heeseung carefully.

“and so what?” heeseung scoots his chair closer to yours, gently placing his hand over yours. “i like you, you know?”

"you do...?"

heeseung just looks at the other boy, blank-faced. "uhh... yeah. i was kinda hoping you'd notice...?"

"i just don't really see how you could see me like that. you know?"

"dude. you're cute as fuck. how could i not see you?"

he just closes his eyes and inhales, not knowing how to respond to heeseung. because of this, heeseung scoots closer to him, and when the other boy opens his eyes, heeseung is practically nose to nose with him. "woah!" y/n yells, but instead of moving away, he allows the other to slowly move in on his own lips, feeling the pressure of heeseung's push into his own.

both of the boys close their eyes, allowing the motion of their lips lead their actions. y/n feels heeseung swipe his tongue over his bottom lip and parts his own lips wider to allow heeseung to roam the rest of his mouth.

he takes the opportunity to explore, both tongues colliding in a gentle declaration of passion, with y/n attempting to hold back his own moans with how heeseung is leading him.

a few more moments tick by, but they get interrupted by two voices further away from them: "oh my fucking god. no WAY they're pda-ing in the middle of this boba place," sunghoon's voice rings through the store, which thankfully is empty.

the other voice chimes in right after, "and we came here for what? to tell them that other people are here? i feel like i'm gonna barf..." eunchae creates a gagging noise that sunghoon seems to laugh at.

the two boys over to them and immediately begin to feel embarrassed: y/n grabs his drink and starts drinking and heeseung grabbing his phone and just laughing. "oh! what's going on you guys?" heeseung questions as they pull up two chairs.

"don't act like we didn't just see you guys smooching in the middle of a boba shop. let's cut to the chase, are you dating or not?"

"we're not!" "not yet." they say at the same time, with y/n as the former and heeseung as the latter.

"so when will it be official cause all the girlies seem to think you two are already an item..." eunchae responds, showing them the texts.

y/n just shakes his head, "can we not take it slow or."

both sunghoon and eunchae turn toward each other, "no."

sunghoon reminds him, "again, you guys were practically fucking a second ago."

"it was one kiss."

"looked like fucking to me," sunghoon shrugs, with eunchae and heeseung just laughing.

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an,,, so... guess who's... arisen! and ready to love write! i swear on my fucking life if i get busy again even though i actually graduated i'm gonna cry. i wanna finish this smau so bad i've had so many ideas and no fucking time. anyway. i lowkey am diverting a lot from my original plan because i don't wanna write angst but whatevs! love you guys lots, thanks for continuing to support me xoxo

taglist (open!): @hyuniiehoney @roulette010 @lovelypitasworld @blehhhidk @curly-fr13s @to-toad @buttersmama @sunshinefox35 @lonewolfjinji @faiired @noredplz @teu-aero @wonyoungsvirus @inarizqkis @thatoneembarrasingmoment @shinsou-rii @ovlmqar @felmierr @mikahrh @xavi-in-kpopland @sunseeking-cryptid

#love is an art form #male reader #enhypen #enhypen smau #enhypen fluff #enhypen crack #enhypen heeseung #heeseung #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen jungwon #enhypen niki #newjeans hanni #le sserafim eunchae #txt beomgyu #txt yeonjun #enhypen x reader #enhypen x male reader #heeseung x reader #heeseung x male reader #enhypen x y/n #college au #solarnomoon

[doc-pickles]

waking up in vegas | matthew tkachuk x hughes!sister (pt. 6)

series masterlist

summary: the tension between you and Matthew finally comes to a head while he’s on a road trip

warnings: smut (fingering, mentions of sex, phone sex)

a/n: another installment of waking up in vegas AND a smutmas story! enjoy!!

xoxo

nina

It’s day five of Matthew’s two-week-long road trip and you’re already antsy waiting for his return. You’d grown accustomed to having him around all the time so his long absence was already messing with you. Not to mention that during your second trimester, you’d become increasingly needy, hormones all over the place. In the days since Matthew left you’ve gone back and forth between upset, lonely, and wanting nothing more than for Matthew to fuck you senseless. 

The sexual tension between you two had grown since you’d moved in but you still hadn’t done anything since Vegas and you were almost shaking with need. You want Matthew more than anything and your out-of-control hormones weren’t helping anything. 

You’d practically been waiting by the phone all night for Matthew’s call. You knew he had a game so his call came a bit later but the second his voice came across the line your body relaxed as you sat across your bed, putting your phone on speaker and setting it on your nightstand. 

“Hey,” Matthew’s voice sounds out as you settle. “How are you feeling?”

“M’fine. How was the game?” you keep your tone light as your fingers brush down your body, running over your sleep shorts. 

Matthew starts to ramble about the game, just his voice stirring up butterflies in your stomach. Your eyes flutter closed as your fingers venture under the hem of your sleep shorts, finding the soaked cotton of your panties. 

“Anyways enough about me, what’d you get up to today?” Matthew asks just as your index finger brushes over your clit. “You still there?”

“Mhmm,” you say softly, your body thrumming with need. “Fuck… Matty…”

“What’s up? You sound out of breath,” Matthew’s tone is laced with concern as you move your hand under the band of your panties. “Is everything okay? With you and the-“

“I want you so badly,” you gasp out, one finger dipping down to tease your entrance. “I’ve been trying to hold off for weeks but I can’t help it anymore.”

“Don’t play with me right now,” Matthew breathes out across the line. “I’m so serious, if you’re playing with me-“ 

Your moan of pleasure cuts Matthew off as your fingers finally slide into your dripping cunt. The sensation has you gasping, your body humming at the feeling after days of yearning, “My fingers aren’t as big as yours, need you to stretch me out.” 

“Holy shit,” Matthew groans and you smirk to yourself, knowing you’ve got him now. “Switch to Facetime, wanna see your pretty face.”

You shake your head as you add a second finger to your pussy, “No, just need your voice. You can see me when you get back home.”

Even the frustrated groan Matthew lets out has your pussy clenching around your fingers, “Baby that’s ten days away. I’m not gonna last that long.”

“You sound frustrated,” you coax another groan out from Matthew as your fingers continue to pump in and out of your pussy. “What’re you going to do when you get home?”

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk,” Matthew’s voice is low, almost a growl, as he taunts you. “Fuck… I want to spend hours between your thighs, baby. Been thinking of how good you taste for months.”

Your breath comes out in a moan as you bring one hand up to palm at your breast, fingers slowly rolling your nipple between them. 

“Want you to ride me, know how much you like that,” you moan, your fingers moving up to circle your clit as Matthew’s deep voice continues to tease you. “Fuck, can’t wait to have your perfect tits in my face again. You’re driving me crazy walking around in those fucking sports bras baby.”

“They’re bigger, so full,” you barely gasp the words out. “Fuck and they’re so sensitive Matty. You did this to me, put a baby in me and made my hormones go crazy. Need you to take care of me.”

Matthew lets out an absolutely filthy moan on the other end of the phone and you gasp at the sound, your body on fire as you listen to the sounds he’s making. 

“‘m so close please, baby,” you cry as you pinch your nipple harshly, wishing Matthew was buried between your breasts. 

“God, you’re a little slut for me, aren’t you? Moaning and making a mess all over your fingers,” Matthew breathes out, his own moan following the words. “You want my hard cock baby? Want me to fuck you until you’re screaming my name?”

“Matty,” you cry out, your orgasm cresting over you as you continue to whimper and moan. “Oh my god baby.”

Matthew’s groan of release has your chest clenching as you come down from your high, “Fuck, such a good girl for me. Can’t wait to come home, treat you so good.”

“Miss you so much,” you breathe out when you catch your breath. “Need you to come home to me.”

Across the line Matthew chuckles and you can picture him laid out on his hotel bed with that stupid grin you love so much. 

“Longest ten days of my fucking life, baby.”

#matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk fic #matthew tkachuk imagine #matthew tkachuk fanfic #nhl fic #nhl fanfic #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #hockey fic #nina writes

[he4rts4alexis]

Can I request Eric Craig Tolkien and Stan x reader separate when the reader wants plastic surgery like a bbl or a bj ?

Imma be honest I didn't know what to write for this it's a little unacaurate because i don't really know what plastic surgery is I do like I know it's getting things changed about your body but like I don't know how it works imma say it like that

I also didn't know if you wanted head canons or not but I did a conversation for all Stan and Eric is platonic and Craig and Tolkien are romantic

Eric

"Cartman I think I want a boob job" "you need a boob job" "no seriously" "I'm being serious your tits are flat" "that's not the type of support I was looking for but whatever" "look if you do get it make sure it's somewhere safe like..." "Miami" "yeah Miami " "I was going there anyway" "had to make sure" "mhm" You go to Miami and get your boob job and to Cartman's surprise they actually look good.

Craig

"Tucker" "what" "what would you do if I had plastic surgery on my ass like I got butt filler?" "I don't know" "that's not an answer" "well why would you get one anyways your butt is fine" " nuh uh look at it" you stand up "it's flat that's what bebe said at the sleepover" "bebe wears a push up bra and bounces when she walks to make her tits jiggle" "yeah your right" " I always am" he gave you a smug grin and you punched him "ow" "sorry" you end up not getting the work done.

Tolkien

You were laying on Tolkien's chest "Tolkien I need money to get my ass done" "okay how much" "You're not gonna talk me out of it I thought you were gonna say like oh y/n your body's perfect" "I thought if I did that you would get mad at me" "I'm just joking" "oh okay" a couple weeks later he takes you to a luxurious clinic "oh okay you did your big one I see" "had to treat you nice babe" couple hours later you get your bbl and you walk out limping "you okay?" "Yeah just a little swelling" you try to sit in the car but it hurts a lot yeah this is gonna be a long car ride

Stan

"stanny wanny" "don't call me that ever again" "my bad" "yeah but what is it" "how would you think people would see me if I get a boob job" "they would probably see you as Kim Kardashian" "haha so funny" "but seriously Kenny will love it he will be all over you" "sounds like a win win to me" "ew gross" "oh shut up I didn't say anything when you were fuck-" "shut the fuck up" he said as he cut you off "ok ok damn don't have to get all pissy" "just go get the damn work done" "No I just take gummies it's less painful" "pussy" You slap him dead in his shit.

I know I didn't finish the rest for Stan but I got a hair appointment in the morning and it's 5 am I will finish once I get back I promise

Anyways quick note YOUR BODY IS BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT ANY LOW LIFE CUNT HAS TO SAY ABOUT IT😘💋 xoxo

#alexis 💕 #south park #craig tucker #stan marsh #eric cartman #tolkien black #south park x you #south park x y/n #south park x reader #craig tucker x reader #craig tucker x you #sp craig #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh x y/n #stan marsh x you #eric cartman x reader #eric cartman x y/n

[johnslittlespoon]

Curt coming untouched from getting John and Gale off and when they realize what happened, Curt all flustered and red faced, they both can’t help but make him come at least one more time. Gale sitting on the edge of the bed (we’re gonna pretend he and John have their own private quarters) with Curt pressed against him sitting between his thighs, John on his knees sucking him off and Curt honest to god whimpering in between his stammered attempts to keep up his usual New York snark. Gripping onto Gale’s arms that are wrapped around his torso as he squirms and bucks his hips, Gale’s chin tucked over Curt’s shoulder so he can murmur all sorts of praise and dirty words that no one, especially not Curt, ever expected to hear coming from good, Wyoming boy Gale’s mouth 😌😌

Anyway, all those gays are switches but Curt will almost never put up a fight about them domming him (tho the idea of Curt/John domming Gale or Curt/Gale domming John is 👀👀 especially John I know that man can be a little shit in the bedroom)

i need you to know this was the first thing i saw when i woke up this morning and i almost had to go back to sleep to recover

gale's strong arms holding curt in place on the mattress between his legs because he's squirming from oversensitivity, but john is kitten-licking him back to hardness while jerking him off with a shit–eating grin, going on about "it's only fair if we return the favour." gale mouthing at curt's neck leaving sloppy wet kisses and whispering the dirtiest things, making both curt and john flush.

gale getting hard again from curt wriggling against him and john getting hard again from hearing the way gale is talking and the pretty sounds curt is making. john pinning curt's thighs down with his big hands when he comes, shaking against gale and grasping at john's hair to pull him off.

they're both worked up again from getting curt off so gale throws curt over onto his back and runs his hands up his thighs and curt whines, slurring an "i can't", too fucked–out to speak coherently.

gale purring out "aw, is it too much?" but they both take pity on him, gale holding curt's legs up, pressing them towards his chest but pushing curt's thighs together so he can fuck them instead of actually fucking him.

curt laying at the edge of the bed so he can turn his head sideways and let john sloppily fuck his mouth and the fucking noises he would let out around john's dick every time gale brushes against curt's own overstimulated cock as he pushes into his thighs!! the way he'd grip john's thigh with one hand and the blanket with his other, eyes all pretty and teary and cheeks flushed, feeling like a lil ragdoll between the two men <3

thx for the fic inspo! ^^ xoxo LOL

(and yes absolutely, john has a mouth on him and needs to be put in his place often and sometimes he acts out just so he can make that happen <3)

#curtgalejohn #we need to all collectively agree on better pairing names #i thought of bucky buck curt = bbc and i laughed so hard #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon asks #curtbuckbucky #johnslittlespoon spicy

[sillygoofyqueer]

The Untamed review: episode two!!

Yes, Wei Wuxian, Little Apple IS a picky eater, because he deserves only the best and KNOWS IT

Bro's complaining about a donkey to a donkey, what a guy

"You're like MY master"

"Yo, there's a well!" Wei Wuxian immediately moves out of the way, what a gentleman

HE'S JUST TALKING TO THEM, WOAHHHH

Wei Wuxian helplessly listening to them argue over his inventions is so funny to me

"IS WEI YOUR DAD?!??" "HE'S MY IDOL!!"

The way that Wei Wuxian just gives up and peaces out

Fighting with a donkey now

Take the fucking apple, you dumbass

How old is this woman? She looks about twenty five

IT'S JUST LIKE IN MINECRAFT

Push her off, it'd be so funny and no one would know

Yo, what is Yan doing?? She's busting some moves

Does he just flick any random person?

Ohhhh, I see

Got killed by the mist, that's an embarrassing way to go

Bro is dead, goddamn. Poor lass has no soul

This woman has been through so much, she doesn't deserve it

Someone's catching humans, cannibals in every universe

JIN LING!!! <3

Laughing at the richness of people

"Naur, stay up there. See you later xoxo"

How is this woman here????

LITTLE APPLE BEHAVE YOURSELF

It's fine, he's wearing a mask that covers his eyes

"It's you?" Aw shit, the guy who was a baby when you were around is onto you

Joking, he knows Mo Xuanyu

Mock him and see how it ends up

BRO JUST INSULTED HIM BECAUSE HE'S MOTHERLESS

Stop trying to get up, jesusss

Nice throw

He looks so done with people's shit

STOP FUCKING MOCKING HIM, WEI WUXIAN

Oh, hey Jiang Cheng, you're baby girling quite hard today

No need to crush it

"break his legs? No, feed him to your dog, kiddo"

His boyfriend has come to rescue him

"I'm so unlucky today", on the contrary, I think you're very lucky, these characters are key to the plot and you didn't even have to go looking for them!!

I like the music that plays when the Lan Clan is around

Lan Jingyi stepping up for his father- teacher

Lan Sizhui, how do you know so much

HE CAST THE SILENCE SPELL, I LOVE HIM

He says it like a slur hahahaha

Lan Wangji is too busy mewing, don't break his streak!!

"If you don't get that spirit, don't come back to me!!" Jin Ling was never seen again 😔

He's like a grumpy toddler, I love him so

"Don't worry, we'll pay for the nets we broke!" "Nuh uh!!" Lan Sizhui, you're an angel, don't listen to him

HIS MEWING STREAK NOOOOO

Nice voice though

"I thought I saw my boyfriend 😔"

There are spirits in the lake, I wouldn't suggest drinking from it

Jiang Yanli 😭😭😭

Stop smiling, you're hallucinating

Slander my boy and sees what happens

Slap yourself, go on, like the books

Don't put the blame all on him!!!

Nice, like the books

Feel the shame

That cannot be comfortable, those are literal rocks

LITTLE APPLE!!

He's like they're little leader

That's a fast old man

Lan Jingyi's first instinct is to point a sword at an old man, lmaaoooo

"anything strange here?" "Duh"

Leaving him alone while he's trying to give important plot information, rude

Glowing grass, what the fuck

I think you should eat some

He just wants to clean, leave him alone

WEN QING!!!!!!

Flashbacks lmao

Where'd the old man go

Dirty

No way is that naturally formed

Lan Jingyi, you're surprisingly knowledgeable..I didn't know you could read

Jin Ling and his group of people

AAAAAHH WHAT THE FUCK

"what's up baby girls"

Ugh, it's been moving for a while now

Maybe you should, I don't know, LISTEN TO THE GUY WHO KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING??

Also, y'all ditched him, minus points

"We're out" "fuck, y'all are gonna soooo be punished"

The look he gave, as if this isn't like, a sixteen seventeen year old. No, wait, he's probably eighteen...how old was he before Wei Wuxian's death? ANYWAY

Criticising the Lan education system while you're at it

"wait, you can't be crazy, because that makes sense!!" Lan Jingyi my beloved

Shit, my cover as a crazy person has been blown

Are they having a mewing contest or what?

Well done, Lan Jingyi

WHERE'S MY NEPHEW

I swear it wasn't that big before

Y'all are doing a shit job at running from something this slow

Nice attack, it's still stone though

Dude, listen to Lan Sizhui

"Hey, my sword 🥺😔"

Considering this flute playing is supposed to be shit, it's not too bad

"ugh, you're playing the flute this bad? You must be crazy" Lan Jingyi, make up your mind

STOOOOOP JIN LING

Nice kick, it's still stone though

WEN NING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HE'S HERE TO KICK SOME ASS FOR YOU!!!!

They both look mildly terrified

Dude killed it so easy, well done. Naur, it's just an illusion.

"y'all, no need to be scared, the Yiling Patriarch ain't here" he's standing over there, wearing a mask

I THOUGHT THE LANS WERE BETTER THAN THIS

Luring him over with shitty flute playing

LET GO OF THE COMEDIC RELIEF

His robes are even blowing, just for you

Me leading my next snack away from the bag

Walk faster, goddamn

"hey bbg, it's been a while"

Listen guys, I know you're in love but there's a corpse there

He flew away, like Jesus

So...how is everyone surprised when they do turn out to be gay???

DON'T PIN THE BLAME ON HIM. MY MAN'S IS GUILTY BUT PRETTY

Uhh uh oh. Mom and dad are fighting again

Lan Wangji already looks so bored

The fucking GLARE I CAN'T

"Take off the mask!!!" "Nuh uh, I'm too handsome"

Lan Jingyi needs to stop being smart, it's scaring me

Stoooop, he didn't kill his brother

Okay, so he did, but he didn't want to!!!

He passed out, okay man

Answer the stupid call

FAMILY!!!!!!!

They're so happy 😔

Give him what he wants, it's SYMBOLISM

Lecturing him better than Lan Qiren

You lost him already, not very good at this, ey?

Alcoholic

Of course he will, it's Wei Wuxian

They're so happy :(

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