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"I Don't Know Anything About Dinosaurs"

Spencer was meant to be at the museum on a blind date, not walking around with a mother and son, listening to him as he spouted off dinosaur facts. But then the kid goes missing and it's Spencer's mission to save him.

Spencer x Single mother! Reader

Spencer Reid hated the thought of a blind date. He didn't know if said blind date being set up by Garcia made things better or worse. At least Garcia was a fellow need. She liked some of the things Spencer was into and hopefully knew people who were also into those things.

Their meeting place being a museum had to be a good sign, he thought as he stared up at the recreation of the Parasaurolophus skeleton. But, so far, there had been no sign of her. He looked around with the knowledge that she'd be wearing a green scarf and carrying a museum tote bag, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, somebody was tugging at his sleeve. Spencer looked down to see a boy with wild, dark curls staring up at him. "Excuse me, Mister," the boy said as he looked up at Spencer. "You're blocking the sign." Spencer looked to his left and saw that he really was blocking the sign.

Not that this little boy would be able to read it from his height. "I'm sorry," Spencer said gently as he stepped to one side.

He couldn't help but watch as this little boy walked over to the sign full of dinosaur facts. Just as Spencer had thought, he'd been too short to read it, but he stood on his tiptoes and really tried.

When the boy gave up, he turned to Spencer. "Hey Mister," he said and put his hands on his hips. "Wanna help a fella out?"

Spencer couldn't help but wonder where this kid had learnt this phrase. He looked around before he crouched down, matching the kids height. "Is your mom anywhere around here?" Spencer asked. The kid shrugged her shoulders and, suddenly, Spencer was trying not to panic. "Do you want help finding her?"

Again, the boy shrugged. "She knows where to find me," he said and turned his attention back to the dinosaur.

Spencer stayed by the kid. He looked around, searching for any sign of his mother. But nobody around him seemed like they were panicked or looking for him.

Suddenly, shouts filled the room. "Jimmy!" Somebody shouted. Spencer looked around until he saw a young woman running towards him and the kid. "Jimmy!" When she got close enough, she grabbed the boy and pulled him into her embrace.

But then she stood up straight and looked at him, her expression stern. "James L/N, you know better than to run off like that!"

Jimmy pouted as he looked at his mother. "I'm sorry, momma," he said. "I just wanted to see the dinosaurs."

Her face dropped and she ruffled his dark curls. "It's okay, baby. We can look at them together," she said softly.

Jimmy took his mothers hand, but he turned towards Spencer. Spencer, who knew everything, but didn't know why he was still standing there, watching them. "This fella was gonna help me read the sign," he said.

His mother suddenly turned to Spencer. She tightened her grip on her sons hand and placed her other on her hip as she stared at him.

Spencer jumped into action. "He, uh, he said his mother knew where to find him. I didn't want to leave him here until someone came to claim him," he explained.

She dropped the hand from her hip. "Well, thank you," she said and lifted her son up. She placed him on her hip so that he could read the sign and turned her attention to Spencer. "Do you like Hadrosaurs?" She asked as she nodded her head to the not entirely real skeleton. (Well, maybe a few bones were real, but not the whole thing.)

Spencer shook his head. "No. I'm more of a science museum guy," he answered. He didn't add that he rarely got time to visit a museum with his job.

"Well, if you wanna know anything about any of the dinosaurs, I'm sure Jimmy would be happy to answer you," she said in reply. Her smile was polite, sweet, one Spencer found he really liked looking at.

Spencer took one last look around the museum, one last look for the blind date that Garcia had set up for him. He'd mentally prepared himself for a date, mentally prepared himself to be confident and out going. He wasn't about to let that go to waste.

"I don't know anything about dinosaurs." A lie. "Do you mind if I joined you?"

That was how Spencer spent his day. If his date eventually showed up to the museum, he didn't much care. He was much happier listening to Jimmy talk about dinosaurs. For the first time in his life, Spencer bit his tongue. Jimmy rarely got any of his facts wrong, and Spencer didn't add to his knowledge base, not when he'd said he didn't know anything about dinosaurs.

Once they got back to the museum entrance, Jimmy dragged his mother to the gift shop, and Spencer was only happy to follow. When Jimmy found two soft toys that he wanted (an Ankylosaurus and a Pachycephalosaurus), Spencer helped him to decide which one he wanted.

Jimmy told Spencer everything he knew about the Ankylosaurus as they walked out of the museum. But, once they were on the steps, his mother squeezed his hand. "We've gotta go, Jim," she said softly to him.

Jimmy pouted, but then he turned to Spencer. "It was nice to meet you, Spencer," he said. "You're a nice fella."

Spencer couldn't help but grin. "Thanks for teaching me all about Dinosaurs, Jimmy," he said as he crouched down to his height. "Take good care of, Anky."

He stood up straight and looked at Jimmy's mother. "He's right," she said. "It really was nice to meet you. Thanks for being so nice to him. I don't know many other people who would walk around and let a six year old talk at them for hours."

Spencer shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked on the balls of his feet. "No, I learnt a lot," he replied. Neither of them had spoken about Jimmy having a father, or his mother having a partner. There had been no ring on her finger, and the profiler could pick up no indications that she had a partner.

So, Spencer took a leap of faith. "Maybe we could do this again sometime."

Her grin only grew. "I'm sure Jimmy will find some more facts for you," she said, her hand on his sons head. But then she went fishing through her bag and pulled out her phone. "Give me your number," she said and handed him her phone.

Spencer put his number into the phone and passed it back. She typed out a text and quickly sent it to him. "Until next time, Doctor Reid," she said and walked Jimmy down the museum steps, leading him to her car.

Spencer couldn't help but watch them go.

***

The case must have been local. JJ had told them not to back an overnight bag and they all rushed to the BAU as quickly as they could.

It had only been a few days since Spencer had met Jimmy and his mother. They'd texted here and there, but they were both pretty busy with their jobs. Still, he couldn't help but think of them as the elevator took him up. After this case was done, he'd make arrangements to see them again. To find out what new dinosaur facts Jimmy had for him.

He and the rest of the team sat around the round table. Within seconds JJ was walking into the room and turning on the monitor. "James L/N has been reported missing by his mother," she said as the rest of the team passed around folders.

Spencer felt his heart stop. James. Jimmy. Reported missing by his mother. Jimmy, the sweet boy who knew so much about dinosaurs, had been reported missing. He suddenly couldn't breathe.

"His mother said she put him to bed and went to clean up the kitchen. When she checked on him before taking herself to bed, he was gone," JJ continued.

"Jimmy." Spencer couldn't stop himself from saying it.

All eyes were suddenly on him. JJ took a step towards him. "What is it, Spence?" She asked softly. She always was soft with him, almost treating him like he was a child. It wasn't what he needed right now, but he was grateful.

"I-I know this boy," he said as he flipped through the folder that was passed to him. "He, uh, his mom calls him Jimmy, not James."

"You know his mother?" Hotch asked him.

Spencer nodded. "They were at the museum last weekend. I walked around the exhibits with them," he said.

Hotch sent them on their way. He, Rossi, Prentiss, and Garcia began looking through all the information they could find on James L/N and his mother, while JJ, Reid and Morgan went to James's house.

Before this, Spencer had been wondering if he could count their time at the museum as a date. It hadn't been, really. But he wanted to take her on one, or at least get to know her better.

He couldn't believe his first time inside of her house was going to be because of a case. Spencer couldn't help but feel a little sick as he, JJ and Morgan walked up the steps to the house. There was an array of flowers in the garden. Some in pots lining the steps, some on the windows, some hanging beside the door.

Spencer raised his fist. The stained glass window panes painted a scene. Water, a clock tower, a bird flying above the ocean. Spencer sucked in a breath and knocked between the window panes.

The door was open within seconds. Jimmy's mother stared at the three ages. Morgan said her name. "We're with the-"

But, before he could finish he sentence, she threw herself at Spencer, wrapping her arms around him. Spencer stood there for a moment, unable to move. But then he hesitantly wrapped his arms around her. "He's gone," she cried against Spencer's chest.

"I know," Spencer whispered, his large hand against her back. "But we're gonna find him."

JJ and Morgan hung back as they watched the interaction. It felt intimate, something they couldn't interrupt. But she let go of Spencer and stepped to the side, letting all three agents into her house.

She wrapped her arms around herself as she shut the door behind them. "I... I didn't touch anything in his room," she said as she led them upstairs. At the very first room she pushed open the door.

Morgan and JJ pulled on gloves as they stepped into the room. But it was perfectly clean. The bed was made, the room had been cleaned up, but there was no sign of a break in. "Reid, take her downstairs," Morgan said as he and JJ began combing through the room.

Spencer did just that. He took her downstairs and sat her on the sofa, sitting himself beside her. She drew in a shaky breath. "He has Anky," she said quietly and wiped at her eyes. "If I had known you were FBI I would have called you before I called the police."

He swallowed. "I'm here now," he said, meeting her teary gaze. "And I need you to tell me everything that happened, starting with when you put Jimmy to bed."

She ran Spencer through her entire evening. Starting with dinner, and then bath time, story time and bed. She told him how she cleaned the kitchen after dinner and took some time, only ten minutes to read. By the time she went up to check on him, by the time she was ready to go to sleep herself, Jimmy was gone.

When she started crying Spencer rubbed her back. There was little else he could do to offer contact as he asked as she had noticed anything or anybody strange recently. He'd already worked out that the unsub must have known her usual schedule to be able to take Jimmy and then clean his room.

Before Spencer could piece together any information from her answers, the phone began ringing. She drew in a sharp gasp as she turned her head towards it.

When she looked at Spencer again, he nodded and she picked up the phone. "H-hello?" She said, voice shaking as she put the phone on speaker.

"Hi mommy!"

Immediately, tears sprang to her eyes. "Jimmy?" She cried. "Is that you, baby?"

"Yeah, mommy," he said. He sounded fine and she had to take comfort in that.

Her hand fell onto Spencer's and she squeezed. Squeezed him to the point of pain. But Spencer didn't say anything. He squeezed her back, trying to be encouraging. "Jimmy, baby, can you tell me where you are? I-It's almost time for lunch and I need to come get you."

"I'm with a friend, mommy," Jimmy answered. "Her name is mommy, too. She said she's gonna make me lunch."

Suddenly, Spencer's brows furrowed. She. The unsub was a woman.

"Mommy, she wants to speak to you," Jimmy said. Spencer watched as her eyes went wide and she began rapidly shaking her head.

But Spencer squeezed her hand and nodded his head. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Okay, Jimmy, But, can you tell me where you are first, baby?"

Jimmy didn't answer her.

There was an indistinguishable noise from the other end and then, "Leave my son and I alone!"

It was a woman's voice, an obviously upset woman's voice. As the rest of the team came down the stairs Spencer pressed his fingers to his lips.

"Please," she said desperately as she looked at Spencer. "Please, just bring Jimmy home. He's all I got."

"His name isn't Jimmy!" The other woman suddenly cried. "He's my son and his name is Robert!" She ended the call after that, cutting off the contact.

Her hands shook as she put the phone down.

"His name is Robert," Spencer repeated. He said it to himself a few times as the rest of the team crowded around her to ask her more questions. Desperately, she looked at Spencer, but he pulled his phone from his pocket and pressed it to his ear.

***

Spencer didn't sleep much on this case. He couldn't, not until he knew that Jimmy was safe at home with his mother.

He had Garcia look into mothers who had lost their children. More specifically, mothers that had lost children called Robert.

The whole team tried several different angles for the case. While Morgan and JJ interviewed mothers that had lost children, Spencer and Garcia desperately searched through records of institutions.

Their lucky break was when the unsub called once again. Spencer had been there, thank god. All she had to do was call and he was running.

Garcia had set things up to trace the call. When the phone began ringing, she held her hand against her chest. "It's okay," Spencer assured her.

He picked up the phone and placed it in her hands. "Hi Mommy!"

"Jimmy!" She sat up straighter. "Jimmy, baby, are you okay?" She asked desperately.

There was a beat of silence, one that had her heartbeat erratic. "I'm okay, Mommy. I've lost Anky, though."

She swallowed. "Well, when you're home, we can go to the museum again and get you another."

"Can Spencer come with us?"

Spencer nodded at her. Of course they could go back to the museum. The moment they got Jimmy home, Spencer would take the both of them.

"Yeah, Jimmy. We can take Spencer."

Suddenly the call was ended. "Jimmy?!" She cried, desperately. But he was gone.

"Garcia, have you got it?" Spencer called down his phone as he stood.

Garcia listed off the address. Immediately Spencer was using his long legs to stride to her front door. "Wait!" She cried, rushing after him. Spencer turned, his eyes soft as he looked at her. "Bring him home."

Hotch didn't want Spencer going with them. He was too close to the case, and they all knew it wouldn't end well. But Jimmy knew him, and he was more likely to actually go with Spencer.

The team entered the house, guns drawn. With noises from the living room and the upstairs, the team split up.

Spencer and JJ headed into the living room. Cartoons played on the television, and Spencer had to hope it was Jimmy.

And Jimmy it was. "Hi Spencer!" He called the moment the FBI agent came into view.

Immediately Spencer felt his heart stop. He put his gun away and crouched down in front of Jimmy. "Hey, Buddy," he said as Jimmy hugged him. "We're gonna get you home to your mom, okay?"

"Okay," Jimmy said as Spencer picked him up.

The rest of the team arrested the unsub, a woman who had lost her child years ago. She fought to get to Jimmy when she was walked towards the police car, cuffs around her wrists.

***

Spencer held Jimmy's hand in the police station. Jimmy told Spencer more dinosaur facts. "I wanna go back to the museum," he said. "And I want you to come."

"Your mom is gonna be happy to take you," Jimmy," he said and handed him a pen. Jimmy began drawing as he waited for his mom to show up.

When she did, she ran through the police station. She ran straight over to her son and pressed kisses all over his face. She pulled away to look at him, to check him over. "Oh baby," she said and hugged him tight. "I missed you."

"Missed you too, Momma," he said and showed her his dinosaur drawings. "Can we go to the museum with Spencer, momma?"

With Spencer standing behind Jimmy, he wore a matching pout. "Can I?" He asked.

"Please Momma!"

How could she say no?

(It wasn't meant to be a first date, but the treated it as such)

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Father Figures

pt. 2 here, and full version on ao3 here

The first time James Edward Hopper meets Steve Harrington is when Steve is thirteen years old. It is back when he is still pushing everyone to call him Chief Hopper, or at the very least James to sound more professional. It is mostly a lost cause, as he has just returned to Hawkins after his daughter Sarah's death and most people can't help but call him Jim and Hop in familiarity, in sympathy.

It didn't mean they didn't take him any less seriously though. In fact, his cold, grieving demeanor gave him quite the reputation around town. Made assholes like Lenny Byers and troublemakers like the little twerp Munson turn in the other direction when they see him. So Jim doesn't try to push the professional name too much. He knows people around here respect him.

They respect him enough to follow his word, they respect him enough to turn a blind eye when he takes an extra pill or two.

Jim doesn't think too deeply about his reputation until he meets Steve Harrington for the first time.

He gets a call from Benny. It's directly to his line at the station, instead of a general 911 call. He doesn't think much of it when he answers, most likely it was a non emergency from an old friend from high school. That's the only reason people call him most days.

"Chief Hopper. Make it quick."

"Jimmy." A deep, worried breath comes from the phone.

Jim immediately straightens. "Benny, what's wrong?"

Benny usually only calls for a laugh, or to invite him out for a drink. The guy doesn't care about too much, or ask too many questions. Hearing concern in his voice was alarming, to say the least. "Listen, Hop, there is a kid here. And normally I don't care, cause business is business, but it's two in the morning, Jimmy. And despite the kid wearing the most expensive pair of sneakers I have ever seen, he only has two dollars on him for a meal. He got all skittish when the plate landed too loudly. And I don't know..." Benny takes a deep breath before he continues. "...I just don't want to be at fault if this kid's trouble and some fancy parents come looking for him."

Jim can tell Benny wants to say something else, he doesn't push though. Jim Hopper tries to never ask too many questions.

"Alright Ben, I'll be there in ten."

———

When Jim arrives at the diner, Benny notices him and nods in the direction of the corner booth. And there, sitting with his head low and scarfing down a plate of fries is Steve Harrington.

Jim has never met the kid personally, but he knows his parents. Cold, calculating, and pretty much owns half of Hawkins. Jim is starting to understand why Benny has called him.

Jim slides into the booth across from the young boy. He's prepared to take the kid by the back of his shirt and drag him out of there. He doesn't need these kids to be causing hard-working people any trouble. But when Jim makes a thump in the booth, the Harrington kid's face snaps up in fear, and Jim's plan for an angry monologue just drops.

Because there, on Steve Harrington's jaw, is a bruise the size of Indiana itself. Jim's face remains gruff, but his body language softens. "Hey, kid. What are you doing here so late?"

Steve's posture remains stiff and small. "Sorry sir, I was just hungry and it was the only place open. I wasn't—I wasn't trying to cause trouble."

It's then, for the first time, Jim thinks that his reputation isn't one of respect. Instead, his reputation might something worse. Fear.

"Didn't think you were. Just wondering what a rich kid like you, is doing on this side of town, at this time of night." Jim doesn't say it like a question, just fact. He tries not to take it too personally when Harrington turns his bruised side in on himself.

"Would have uh—gotten something from home but we—I didn't have any food left. And by the time I was able to eat, everything else was closed."

"Able to eat—kid what are you rambling about. Let me call your parents to pick you up." Jim makes his way to stand but Steve grabs his wrist to pull him back.

"No! I mean—" he clears his throat "—not necessary sir. My parents left for a work trip tonight. I uh—don't have a number for you to call them anyway. They call me instead, they never have a solid line to contact. Nothing bad happens in Hawkins anyway, so it isn't something to worry about." The last line sounds practiced, like it is something repeated to Steve religiously enough it's become his own mantra.

Jim is starting to put it together. The waiting all day to eat. The bruise on his jaw. The lack of money for food. God, the kid probably walked six miles to get here.

Jim isn't stupid, he can connect the dots. But Jim also knows when not to push things. When not to rock the boat. When sometimes, even if it pains him, helping someone would be a lost cause. He thinks of Sarah briefly.

It's even worse when that lost cause is just a kid.

Jim decides maybe the best thing he can do for Steve at that moment is to ignore the obvious problem and offer him a bit of kindness. "Well, I can't have ya here this late. Could look bad for Benny. And we don't want to get Benny in trouble do we?"

Steve shakes his head immediately. "No Sir."

"Didn't think so. Why don't I drive you to the station? Don't worry I'm not arresting you. But we got a nice cot there, and you can get some rest. Then I'll drive you back in the morning when I clock out. Cause I'm still on duty and all. Can't be driving you back Loch Nora quite yet." Jim doesn't mention how he can see bags under Steve's eyes. He doesn't mention how it would be quicker to his house than to the station either. Jim maybe, just a little bit, wants to keep an eye on him. Even if it's only for a short time.

"It's okay I can walk—" Jim levels Steve with a look "—actually that sounds great. Thank you, Sir."

Jim nods with finality and starts to stand. "Oh and kid? Enough with that sir crap. I ain't Mr. Harrington." He almost says I'm not your dad. But that felt wrong somehow, giving Harrington senior that title.

"Okay, sir—I mean Hopper. Okay, Hopper."

---

As the years go by, James Edward Hopper keeps an eye out for Steven James Harrington (Yes he looks at his file for his full name. Yes, it makes him feel some sort of way he has his name as his middle name and not his father's. Richard would make a horrible middle name anyway). At first, it's drive-bys to see if anyone's home. Giving the kid a ride if he sees him walking. Swinging by a basketball game or two, to see how he's playing.

Then it turns into busting his ragers. Hauling him in for the night not to arrest him but to sober the kid up. Pulling him over for driving while intoxicated with that dumb Hagan boy.

Jim wants to be mad, he does. He even yells at Steve sometimes. But he can't find in him to be mean to him, not really. Not when he's pretty sure the only thing Steve has consumed in days is alcohol. Not when even though he has gotten much bigger, and the bruises are less visible, Steve never ceases to flinch when Jim grabs him.

So mostly, Jim either just drives him home or brings him in, giving him a sandwich and bed for the night.

Around when Steve is sixteen though, things get worse for Jim. He becomes more frustrated, with Steve, with his job, and with this town. He takes more pills. He neglects his job. He forgets Steve.

Then the Upside Down happens for the first time. Jim tries to better himself for Joyce and the kids. He mainly though does it for El. His second chance, his new reason for trying, his daughter.

Jim knows it's okay to get a little lost in taking care of her. That it's a good thing, and she deserves his full attention.

He does feel a bit of guilt though, after round two of the Upside Down. When Steve Harrington sits in Joyce Byer's living room, looking like he went ten rounds with a semi.

The kids are all over him (including Mike which shocks the hell out of him). Dustin is trying to stop the bleeding on his face, Lucas is holding ice against his head and even El, who Steve met for all of five minutes, is sitting beside him on the couch, holding his shoulder up. There is a look in El's eyes as she stares up at Steve. Like she can see through him, like she knows him. Like she understands him.

Jim feels his heart break a little.

He approaches Steve in a crouched position. "Hey kid, I think we better take you to a hospital. You look like shit." He is sure there is a better way to say it, but Jim Hopper is a blunt man and that was never going to change.

The redhead, Max, snorts. "That's honestly the nicest way to put it."

Steve glares, Jim can't decide if it's at him or the kids. "No. I'm okay."

Dustin shouts, "Steve you are most definitely not okay. Hop's right you look like shit—"

"Language."

Dustin ignores Steve, "—and that's just externally. Who knows what's going on internally."

"C'mon kid, I can drive ya." Jim moves to help him stand.

Steve bursts with anger and pushes Jim away. "I said no. And you're not my dad."

Jim's jaw tightens and he resists the urge to scream back: and thank god for that.

El speaks before he can yell back. "You're hurt." It's soft, it's demanding and it's so very El. Jim watches Steve crumble back into the couch.

His voice is rougher than before, but much more gentle, "No hospitals."

"Okay. At least let Joyce look at ya. She used to be a nurse." Jim puts a hand on his shoulder, careful not to jostle him.

"Okay, Hopper. Okay, Hop."

———

After that, for a little while, Jim tries to look out for Steve again. It's harder this time though. He's more independent and harder to catch sight of. When he does see him, one of the gremlins is around him, and he can't check-in. And Hop has El, and he can't neglect her in favor of Steve. He tries to balance it out, but in the end, Steve isn't his kid.

Jim finds a small loophole though, which is El herself.

He worries about her every she since she ran away and he didn't even notice. And he knows Steve, like him, has a soft spot for the kids. So under the guise of babysitting, Jim gets Steve in his cabin once a week. So someone other than Joyce or Jonathan (or horribly, mike) is spending time with her. Sure, he's not there to keep an eye out for Steve himself, but it's the closest he's going to get.

Besides, biological daughter or not, El is just like Jim. She has a habit of collecting strays. If it's not going to be him looking out for Steve, he can't think of anyone better for the job than his little girl.

———

After Starcourt, somewhere in a Russian prison, Jim thinks of Steve.

Every day, Jim thinks of El. Misses her. Longs to hear her laugh even longs to hear her yell back at him. Every day, Jim thinks of his daughter and mourns what could have been. But Jim knows she's being taken care of. Knows Joyce and the boys will love her, and take care of her. Make sure she knows nothing else but kindness.

He worries though, between those moments, about how there is no one there for Steve.

———

Months later, in Hawkins Memorial, Jim Hopper finds Steve Harrington in a hospital chair next to Eddie Munson's comatose body.

Jim has a lot of questions but doesn't get any of them out because suddenly Steve Harrington is right in front of him, sucking in a harsh "Hop," and then collapsing in Jim’s arms.

Jim holds him close, says nothing, and cries silently with him.

———

During the summer that follows, James Edward Hopper notices a change within Steven James Harrington. Despite the obvious PTSD the boy suffers, and the scars that litter his body, Steve is visibly happier than Jim has ever seen him. He laughs more, he openly cries more, and he loves more.

Steve's now living with Robin in a tiny two-bedroom downtown. He comes to family dinner with the entire party every Sunday. He shares a cup of tea (no more beer for either of them) and a cigarette every Thursday evening on the Byers-Hoppers front porch.

Most noticeably, the biggest difference Jim sees in Steve is Eddie Munson.

Jim once again isn't stupid. And despite being an ex-cop isn't a bigot (he couldn't find himself back at the force, the corruption is too much for him. And he himself, was never very good at his job). So he can easily come to the conclusion that Steve has a massive crush on Eddie Munson.

Dear. God.

It's not that he has a problem with Eddie being a boy, but it's the fact that out of all people he can choose from, Steve had to go and fall for the twerp who used to trip over his laces when running away from Jim for the third time.

Jim feels, after all the years of neglect that Steve faced, he could do so much better.

Steve is happy though for once, and Jim doesn't say anything at first. But it becomes so painful to watch. The lingering touches. The longing gazes. The nicknames (sweetheart, honey, dear god did he just say big boy—).

Nothing ever comes of it though, it's August and neither of them has done anything but pine. And Jim seems to be the only one who notices.

At first, he thinks it's cause everyone is being kind, and giving them room to explore themselves. But with everyone making jokes about Robin and Steve (from the kids) or Steve and Nancy (from Eddie), it seems like no one notices the excruciating flirting between the two.

(Except for maybe Robin, but Jim isn't quite sure Steve and she aren't one organism. He doesn't count her)

Still, Jim ignores it though. He has learned his listen from Mike and El. Getting involved makes everything worse.

That is until, the second week in August right before family dinner, when he finds Steve and Eddie early, sitting on the couch, with Eddie dabbing the blood off of Steve's face.

"What happened?" Jim is over on Steve's other side in an instant.

"Nothing Hop, it's stupid." Steve tries to shrug off, and he looks towards Eddie briefly.

Jim's vision, for a brief brief moment, is filled with unclear rage. It's enough to consume him and makes him impulsive. Jim can't help but think he got it wrong. Maybe the two are together, and Steve had fallen into a bad relationship. He knew that Eddie was trouble, but he didn't think about it being that kind.

And though he is being irrational, and being for once a little stupid, no one can really blame him when he hauls Eddie up by the collar and into his line of vision.

"Munson, did you put your goddamn hands on my kid?"

Jim can hear Joyce, El, and Will (the only other people in the house) all run out into the living room at the sheer volume of Jim's voice.

Steve sits frozen, Joyce and El yell at him to "put him down, oh my god."

And Munson? He starts to ramble.

"No. No! I would never, ever hurt anyone. Haven't we learned this by now? I can barely kill a spider. I have to put them in a cup and put them outside." Eddie chuckles nervously, waving his hands around frantically.

Jim's grip tightens and pulls him closer. He's pretty sure his vibrating at this point.

Suddenly though, Eddie becomes deathly serious. As if he just realizes what Hopper has said.

"Hop, I would lay down my life before I ever hurt Steve. There is no one in this world that deserves kindness more than him. And if I ever do hurt him, whether it be emotionally or physically, I give you full permission to beat me up. Hell, I'll probably throw myself at your fist."

Jim doesn't let go but stays silent as he listens.

"You see, Steve here decided to pull a you when some jerks wouldn't leave me alone at Family Video today. They were throwing around a bunch of slurs. Nothing I haven't heard before. And even though I could handle myself—“ Eddie gives Steve a look “Steve here always has to be the hero and decided to defend my honor. And of course, it just had to turn physical. And Steve decided to take on three guys on his own. Got to say though, he held his own. It was kinda hot honestly—"

Jim hears Steve choke a little beside them, startling him out of his frozen state.

"—And he only got a cut on his forehead from one of the dickwads class rings. I'm a little worried he has another concussion though. Believe me, Hop when I say, I am just as pissed at those guys as you."

At the end of his speech, Eddie calms down and even holds eye contact with Jim. He still doesn't let go of the twerp, despite being considerably less angry. Well, at least at Eddie.

It's Steve though that finally gets him to let go. "Dad, please put Eddie down."

Steve says it like it's nothing. Steve says it likes its the easiest thing in the world. But to Jim, to Jim it's the best thing he's gotten since El.

Instantaneously, Jim drops Eddie back on the ground and scoops Steve into a bone-crushing hug. "You got to stop scaring me like this kid. Can't lose you again."

Steve's almost his height now, so he tucks Steve's head into his shoulder and lays his head on top of his hair. He hears a muffled, wet "I'm sorry" against him.

Jim chokes back tears as he says, "No, no you got nothing to apologize for. Just be more careful. Okay?"

Steve releases himself from his hold and looks at him. "Okay, Hop. Okay, Dad."

Jim ruffles his hair without jostling his head too much. He thinks he would do anything for his kids. Including pushing along this nightmare of a pining contest.

"And if you like him I like him too."

"Huh?" Steve says confused.

"Eddie here. If you like him, then he's okay by me."

Steve goes to stop Jim, but he's already one step ahead. "But if he hurts you even in the slightest, you're watching me dig the grave I'm going to bury him in. Understand?"

Steve blushes from head to toe and nods frantically, knowing if he protests it will only make the conversation longer. The room is silent until Eddie speaks.

"Don't worry Hop, I'll dig the grave for you." Eddie's voice, despite the threat, is filled with delight, wonder, and hope.

My work here is done Jim thinks as he gives the boys one last nod and leaves the room.

And if later, if Jim sees Steve and Eddie holding hands at the dinner table he doesn't comment on it. And if he sees Eddie give Steve's knuckles a light kiss, and whisper something that almost looks like "I love you", he only smiles at the two boys. Because if one more person loves his boy, it's a win for him.

Because James Edward Hopper, thinks his son Steve deserves that and so much more.

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okay I spent waaaay too much time on this (as per usual) but I wanted to dive in a little more on Steve and Hoppers relationship (and how it impacts Steve and Eddie). I feel like a lot of fics makes them distant friends (which is canonically correct I guess) or surrogate family with no explanation. And I like the idea of them slowing building a father son relationship. Really leaning into you choose your family. I know people have mixed feelings about Steve calling him Dad (honestly sometimes I too think it’s cringey) but sometimes I love it and that boy deserves a good father figure. Even though steddie doesn’t come in until the end, I think it all really blends together nicely. Also in my head either the boys are both out to each other, is at least it’s heavily implied or is a known safe space they are in. We do not support outing people in the house. It’s probably a one-shot, but maybe I’ll add more snippets later on. For now it felt like a good place to stop.

As always I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I just zoned out for like two hours as I wrote it. It kinda made me emotional I’m not going to lie.

part 2 here and the full version on ao3 here

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blicketdabest33 · 4 months

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Y'all remember that MCYT PJO au I asked for help with awhile ago? WELL HERE'S THE CABINS AND MY EXPLINATIONS BEHIND THEM!!

#1 Zeus Cabin: Jimmy, Joel Jimmy: He's a Zeus kid, but everyone somehow forgets about it. Joel: He's competitive and strong. Also, because Jimmy is his half brother through godly parent, i get to make a fun bit about him dating Lizzie. And one of his origins in Afterlife SMP was a thunderborn

#2 Hera Cabin: Scott Scott: Scott's whole thing is loyalty. Hera is the goddess of marriage and is insanely loyal to Zeus. However, I feel like Hera should get at least one affair. So now Scott can use peacocks as weapons.

#3 Poseidon Cabin: Skizz Skizz: Poseidon kids tend to be really, really loyal to a fault and heroic, both qualities I think Skizz possesses.

#4 Demeter Cabin: Sausage, Shelby, Bdubs, Stress Sausage: This man built Sanctuary in a jungle and has flowers in his hair. He sells wood. There is no other place to put him. Shelby: Mushroom gnome, spooky mangrove witch, powerful storm witch, i need not continue. Bdubs: Moss man. Stress: SHE HAS FLOWERS

#5 Ares Cabin: Martyn, False Martyn: His planet is Mars, which is the roman version of Ares. He ended Limited Life in such a violent way, i can't help it. He was also red for the majority of Secret Life. False: I just feel like False should get to kill people more often.

#6 Athena Cabin: Grian, Pix, Owen, Xisuma Grian: This sums it up pretty well

Pix: Smart man. Archeologist and definitely a nerd. I wanna see him skipping out on training just so he can read history books. Owen: He likes to explore and discover new things in Pirates. In Rats, he's a tinkerer. In New Life, he's an explorer who wants to study hybrids. In Empires, he's a Llama who's curious about how humans work. Just a very curious character overall. Xisuma: Admin. I'm not elaborating.

#7 Apollo Cabin: Gem, Oli, Lyarrah Gem: She is an Apollo kid because of her Empire in S2. She's the sunlight princess. Apollo kid. Oli: MUSIC. MAN. Lyarrah: She writes the captions for the hermitcraft recap.

#8 Artemis Cabin: Pearl Pearl: Y'know, Artemis could've just like... had a kid, even though she took that oath. It wouldn't even have to be with a guy. Gods can change to whatever gender they want. Anyway, Pearl gets to be an Artemis kid because her symbolism is moon, she loves dogs, and will commit murder and hunt at night.

#9 Hephaestus Cabin: Doc, Mumbo, Tango, Impulse, Cub, Zedaph, Fwhip, Iskall Doc: Redstone Mumbo: Redstone Tango: Redstone Impulse: Redstone Cub: Redstone Zedaph: Redstone Fwhip: Redstone AND has a red scarf (don't ask me how that's relevant) Iskall: Redstone

#10 Aphrodite Cabin: Keralis Keralis: Okay, I don't know why, but Keralis gives me the vibes of a very charming person. His voice is nice to listen to, so imagine how useful it'd be if I gave him charm speak.

#11 Hermes Cabin: Scar, Etho, Joe Scar: Trader Scar, scammer extraordinar. Etho: All i must say is Shady-E's. I get "jack-of-all-trades, master of none, often better than master of one" vibes from him. He's funny, he's mischievous, it just works. Joe: Comedy man. Excellent delivery. And, yet again, i look at this man and go "That right there is a multi-talented man with a habit for mischief."

#12 Dionysus Cabin: Joey, Beef Joey: *points at his season one empires theme* i need not say more Beef: Idk, food. I don't really have a reason. I don't know too much about Beef.

#13 Hades Cabin: Zloy Zloy: Zombie man. He writes the Hermitcraft recaps in the dark at 2am with nothing but pure spite.

#14 Iris Cabin: Katherine Katherine: SHE. HAS. COLORS. and also I couldn't put her in Demeter cabin because Shelby is already there and i am NOT excluding Nature Wives from this au

#15 Hypnos Cabin: Bigb, XB, Wels Bigb: Sleepy stuff, right? WRONG. Gaslight. Go in everyones dreams, make fake prophecies, peace out, and cause chaos. XB: I look at his fanon design, I see an alien, and I go "aha he sleeps" Wels: This guy (@dingdinghq) said so and i completely agree. Something about sleeping in S6.

#16 Nemesis Cabin: Edit: wels not here no more

#17 Nike Cabin: Ren Ren: VICTORY. I don't know much about Ren's story in the Life Series, but I look at this man and see someone who has won a lot.

#18 Hebe Cabin:

#19 Tyche Cabin: TFC TFC: Man goes mining and gets really lucky. That's it.

#20 Hecate Cabin: Lizzie, Cleo, Jevin Lizzie: Witchy vibes. Also, Arson. Cleo: Arson. She uses her magic for Arson. Jevin: He's a magic slime. Also, Arson. All Hecate kids love Arson.

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creacherkeeper · 1 year

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when you didn't even know you needed a second chance

{the good bones, maggie smith / summer doorway with african lilies, phyllis dodd / sputnik sweetheart, haruki murakami / ashe vernon / phoebe wahl / creacherkeeper / braiding sweetgrass, robin wall kimmerer / love poem with apologies for my appearance, ada limón / @korocore / i am offering this poem, jimmy santiago baca}

[ID: ten images, 8 of text and 2 paintings, in a litstack

1: [...] though I keep this from my children. I am trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole, chirps on about good bones: This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful.

2: a realistic painting in soft colors of a potted african lily plan sitting outside the open doorway of a home. beyond the door there are more plants in a garden

3: I have this strange feeling that I'm not myself anymore. It's hard to put into words, but I guess it's like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

4: So maybe this time, love doesn't kick down the door-- / doesn't rattle the windows or plant weeds in the flower garden. / Maybe you can't smell the smoke because, / for once, / nothing is burning.

5: There is a little house somewhere, surrounded by green cedar boughs, where we are eating oatcakes with honey, dipping them in our tea three times for good luck. Somewhere I am sitting with you in stillness.

6: Calm, for the most part. Also tired, also worried, also nervous, also scared, also sad, but those things were just … always swimming around inside her somewhere. Sometimes they were quiet, sometimes they were bigger. They’d been quiet the last few days. It seemed another emotion had replaced them, a subtle sort of ache around her chest, a pang of longing that she had long come to recognize. / She really missed Morel.

7: [...] found her barefoot in the garden, planting beans and helping me fill my pail with earthworms that were severed by her shovel. I thought I could nurse them back to health in the worm hospital I constructed beneath the irises. She encouraged me in this, always saying, "There is no hurt that can't be healed by love."

8: I do like I do in the tall grass, more animal-me than much else. I'm wrong, it is that I love you, but it's more that when you say it back, lights out, a cold wind through the curtains, for maybe the first time in my life, I believe it.

9: a painting of many pastel flowers. the flowers are painted using thick brush strokes to give the petals a raised texture

10: I love you, / I have nothing else to give you, / so it is a pot full of yellow corn / to warm your belly in winter, / it is a scarf for your head, / to wear over your hair, / to tie up around your face. / I love you,

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#litstack #web weaving #quote collection #your honor romance is not dead #it comes in the form of morel and cat #they mean so much to meeeeee #somft. so so somft #cat losttownship #lost township

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toxophilitis · 7 months

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A Flash of Mom's Flesh cont

CHAPTER SIX

Sarah wondered if she should tell Karen. She bubbled with pleasure, wanting to tell someone how fantastic she felt. She couldn't tell her sister about being fucked gloriously, day after day, by her son and Keith. She didn't know what Karen's reaction would be to that. But she knew that Karen knew she didn't date, go out with a man. If she told, her sister would suspect where she was getting so much cock, and start to question her, and then it would all come out.

Karen, dressed in a white, tight skirt and pale blue blouse, was watching Sarah closely. She sat at the opposite end of the couch, her knees crossed, swinging one foot, shod in a white high heel. Her legs were lovely in flesh-toned nylons. She was beautiful.

Sarah felt dowdy next to her sister. She had been cleaning house, wearing an old, faded housedress, with a scarf over her hair. She had no makeup on, but was still lovely. Her housedress had a tear near one tit, and the flesh showed, letting Karen know she was braless.

"You're calmer lately, Sarah," Karen said. "Maybe the other day was what YOU needed after all."

Sarah smiled, unable to stop the shine in her eyes.

"I think you're hiding something from me," Karen said. "What are you using, a broom handle, or did you find yourself a nice dildo?"

"I don't like those things," Sarah said, although she had never used one in her life. "Nor a broom handle, either."

Karen searched her sister's face, smiling softly. She turned on the couch, bringing a foot underneath her body, her white skirt hiking halfway up her thigh. Sarah could not resist looking, and saw the shadow of her older sister's panties, the creamy expanse of her slender thigh above the top of her nylon.

She wasn't at all surprised to feel the slight lurch of her cunt. She ran her tongue over her lips, slowly, lifting her eyes to Karen's.

Karen saw the inviting gesture, and gave Sarah a nervous smile. "Sarah... what I did the other day," Karen said softly, "It was to help you."

"I know," Sarah answered. "And don't think I don't appreciate it, because I do. But..."

Karen saw the steam in her younger sister's eyes. When Sarah glanced beck at her thigh, she understood, and gave her sister a small, hesitant smile. "Do you want to do it again?"

"I need a bath," Sarah whimpered, pulling her shoulders back, her firm tits pushing against her housedress.

"No..." Karen said, and drew her knee higher, her white skirt sliding almost to her lap, just above her nylon. "Where's Jimmy?"

"With Keith."

"When will he be home?"

"Later," Sarah said, running her tongue over her lips again as she looked at the skimpy crotch of her sister's panties.

"Much later, I hope," Karen said, and pushed her hand outward. Sarah leaned forward, and her sister cupped her tit, gently fondling it, feeling the nipple burn into her palm.

"Karen, should we?"

"That depends on what we should," her sister replied in a husky voice.

"I don't want... need a finger-job now," Sarah said.

They looked into each other's eyes for a long time, then Karen asked, "What do you need, then?"

Sarah ran her tongue over her lips once more. "Karen, have you ever... you know?" Karen shook her head, her shimmering hair gleaming.

"No, not that, only with my fingers."

"Would you..."

"Maybe..."

Karen's hand moved down Sarah's shivering body, along her thigh, then under the housedress, stroking the smooth flesh of Sarah's thigh.

Sarah drew in her breath, her cunt pulsating wetly while her sister caressed her bare flesh. This time she had to touch, too. She slipped across and closer to Karen, and when her hand moved up the nyloned thigh to the hot flesh above, the two sisters' lips met, a long, writhing kiss. When Karen slowly pushed her tongue into Sarah's mouth, Sarah moaned and began to suck on it, her hand darting into Karen's crotch, feeling the drenched panties.

"You're hot, Karen," she murmured, sliding her fingers along the slit of her sister's cunt outside her panties. "Hot and wet. Maybe you're not getting enough, either."

Karen's hand pushed into Sarah's crotch, feeling the naked, hairy pussy. Her fingers rubbed at the distended clit, making Sarah wiggle, getting her hand inside her sister's panties to feel her wetness.

"We... I want it!" Karen gurgled.

"I do, too!" Sarah gasped, and pulled her hand from under her sister's skirt. "Let me unbutton this."

She opened Karen's blouse, then removed it. Karen's tits bulged over a lacy bra, and as Sarah opened it, the creamy tits spilled out, high and wide, firm, with candy-pink nipples jutting in stiffness. Sarah was the aggressor this time, and she sobbed softly as her mouth greedily sucked from one nipple to the other. Karen purred with pleasure, stuffing her tit deeply into her younger sister's mouth.

Sarah lifted her mouth, her eyes blazing with passion.

"No fingers this time, Karen," she whispered softly.

"No," came her sister's whispered reply as she worked at Sarah's dress. "No fingers this time."

They undressed each other slowly, hands nervous, breathing deeply with eagerness. Sarah soon sat naked with Karen wearing her nylons and garter belt. They gazed at each other's body, both of them slender and beautiful.

"Me first," Sarah said, licking her lips as she slipped from the couch and sat on the floor at Karen's feet. She pushed at her sister's knees, and they parted easily. Looking between the nyloned thighs, seeing the softly haired cunt, Karen's straining clit, Sarah wondered about herself. She was anxious and hungry to try new combinations of flesh.

As she caressed the smooth thighs of her sister, Karen slowly scooted her ass to the edge of the cushions, her eyes blazing with heat, her hand running through Sarah's hair. Sarah turned and kissed her sister's nyloned knee, the tip of her tongue licking slowly. She listened to Karen's soft mewls and watched her ass writhe as her tongue reached the top of the nylons. Sarah paused for just an instant, then licked at the hot flesh, tasting, twirling her tongue. Her hands slid along the outside of Karen's thighs to her hips, caressing softly. She moved her tongue along the side of the bubbling slit, through the soft, curling hair, even through the thick hair at the top of the slit. She inhaled the delicate, arousing scent of her sister's clean, fresh cunt. She drew back and stared at the pink wetness, the flesh of Karen's cunt so smooth looking, glistening with slippery wetness, her clit pulsating with hardness.

"Oh, Sarah!" Karen crooned, gently pulling at Sarah's head.

Sarah let her sister pull her face close to her cunt, her tongue running over her lips again. She closed her eyes, and kissed the wet slit very tenderly. She felt Karen's body jerk as her lips touched her pussy, heard the soft moan. The pressure on the back of her head increased, and Sarah didn't resist when Karen pulled her face into her cunt tighter. The fiery wetness smashed against her lips, and Sarah kissed it, letting her mouth open slightly. The tip of her tongue slithered out, and flicked about Karen's clit.

"Ooooh, Sarah!" Karen whimpered, arching her cunt and pushing hard. "Oh, kiss it, Sarah!"

Sarah kissed, lips parted, tongue moving. At first she kissed softly and gently, but as her sister pushed her cunt harder at her mouth, she began to lick and suck on the puffy lips, moaning in her throat as the taste of Karen's cunt sent wild tremors of delight through her own naked body. Opening her mouth wide, she sucked, her tongue dipping into the steamy wet slit, probing the satiny walls, dragging up to twist about the throbbing clit. Her hands moved down and under Karen's twisting ass, clutching the firm cheeks, lifting as she smeared her face into the soft, very hot and wet pussy with greed now.

"Ahhhh, Sarah, Sarah!" Karen sobbed out, grinding into her sister's sucking, licking mouth. "Ohhhh, it's so good, Sarah! Mmmmm, kiss it hard! Kiss my cunt hard!"

Sarah kissed the soft cunt very hard, crushing her mouth into it as hard as she could, her tongue sliding deeply into the vibrating slit. She lapped at the seeping juices, pulling them into her mouth, swallowing them. She squeezed the rounded cheeks of Karen's ass, her fingers working the fine flesh as Karen twisted and squirmed, spreading her nyloned thighs as wide as she could, straining her overheated cunt into Sarah's face.

Making wet sounds as she lapped her tongue up and down the hot slit and about the knotted clit, Sarah's cunt was bubbling wetly, her clit swollen almost painfully. The taste and feel of her sister's pussy in her face were making her so hot and wet. She pulled her hands off Karen's ass and ran them through the soft hairs that tickled her nose. She spread her sister's cunt wide, licking at each lip. She pulled back to look at it, her eyes burning with intense passion.

"Oh, Karen, it tastes so good!"

"Lick my pussy, Sarah!" Karen sobbed. "Please, lick my cunt and make me come! I want to come so much, Sarah! Lick me! Suck my cunt!"

"I will," Sarah breathed, burying her face once more into the wet, steamy pussy.

Her tongue darted into her sister's cunt like an eager, hard cock. She rammed it in and out, making Karen squeal and grind into her face, holding the back of her head, her fingers twisted into her hair. Sarah licked and lapped and sucked hungrily, making sweet wet sounds. The feel of Karen's pussy juices on her cheeks and chin increased her erotic pleasure. Her tits pushed out with very hard nipples, and the cheeks of her own ass bunched while her cunt vibrated wetly.

"Fuck me!" Karen cried out. "Fuck me with your tongue, Sarah!"

Sarah plunged her tongue as deep as she could into Karen's cunt, thrusting in and out, her mouth wide and pressing hard on the puffy, hairy lips. Her fingers spread her sister's pussy as wide as she could, her tongue straining to go deep. The juices seeped over her tongue into her mouth, and Sarah tongue fucked frantically as Karen whipped her ass about, grinding in a frenzy, sobbing out her ecstasy. Once more she shoved her hands under Karen's straining ass, her fingers inside the smooth, hot crack, near the puckering tight asshole. With a muffled moan of pleasure, Sarah began to rub at her sister's ass, her tongue darting in and out of the slippery wetness, over the bulging clit. She closed her lips around Karen's clit and sucked it, stretching it, her tongue flicking the tip. Karen's hips went wild, gyrating even as she humped up and down, smacking her cunt into her sister's willing face.

"Suck me, suck me!" Karen wailed. "Ohhhh, suck my cunt, Sarah! Your tongue... fuck my cunt with your tongue! Ram it deep... ohhhh, I need a hard cock, too! A hard cock and a hot tongue, fucking and sucking and licking me! Ohhh, Sarah, Sarah..."

Sarah lapped with eagerness, moaning as loudly as her sister, her pussy on fire, making a wet spot on the carpet as it dripped her own juices. She could feel and taste the vibrating suction of Karen's cunt when her tongue went deep, and she felt the quivering pulsations of her clit when she sucked on it. Knowing she was making her sister go almost out of her mind with ecstasy made Sarah want to suck on this juicy cunt all day, making Karen come and come until she was exhausted. She felt her sister's fiery asshole crinkle against her rubbing finger, began to rub a little faster and harder. This sent Karen into a bucking madness, pulling at the back of her head, trying to smash her sucking mouth and tongue into her cunt.

Sarah gasped with excitement when she felt her sister's cunt close about her tongue, squeezing it. She plunged her tongue in and out, using it like a hard, eager cock. Karen wailed and thrashed, her legs opening and closing, scissoring about Sarah's face. With a cry, she drew her legs up high, her crotch spread open. Sarah lapped her tongue up and down the creamy slit, over Karen's bulging clit, and back down the juicy slit once more. This time, she probed the tip of her tongue at her sister's tightly clenched asshole, bringing a cry of rapture from Karen.

Sarah whipped her tongue about the pucker, her nose pushing into the wetness of the hairy pussy. She drew her tongue up and thrust it back into Karen's cunt, wiggling it. She pulled her hands once more over Karen's hips and to her bushy slit, spreading the pussy as wide as she could. She pushed her lips into it, sucking hard, drawing juices into her mouth. The hot wetness of her sister's pussy around her mouth sent a lurching ecstasy through her own cunt, and she felt as if she was about to come any minute.

Karen clung to the back of her head, grinding powerfully into her face, sobbing, her head twisting on the back of the couch, her tits bulging with hardness, her nipples very stiff. The strain showed on her beautiful features, her eyes closed. She yelped and cried out, sobbed as her naked stomach rippled with sensation.

"Sarah!" Karen screamed. "Ohhhh, I'm about to come, Sarah!" Sarah sucked as hard as she could, her tongue in a frenzy of licking.

Karen churned her ass up and down, beating her cunt into her sister's face almost violently.

"Ohhhh, Sarah, Sarah!" Karen cried. "I'm so close! I'm so fucking close to coming! Suck my cunt... lick my cunt! Ohhhh, almost... eat me!"

With a powerful lurch, Karen smashed her cunt into Sarah's mouth, the contractions strong. Sarah rammed her tongue deeply, feeling the convulsions while her sister came. She clutched Karen's ass again, lifting her pussy into her mouth while Karen thrashed about, her thighs now hugging her head tightly as she pushed frantically, crying with the intense ecstasy of her overwhelming orgasm.

Sarah kept her mouth smashed hard into Karen's cunt as she came, feeling the rippling pulsations on her lips and around her tongue. She kept pressing and sucking and licking until she felt the spasms slow and begin to fade.

As she came down, Karen's ass slumped, her legs sprawling wide apart, her hands turning lose of Sarah's head and dropping along side her hips. Sarah drew her face back, her cheeks and chin drenched in pussy-juices. She ran her tongue over her slightly bruised lips as she watched the hair-lined slit of her sister's cunt pulsate gently.

"My God, I didn't know it could feel that good," Karen finally said breathlessly.

Sarah looked into her sister's smoldering eyes. "You mean you've never licked a cunt before?"

"I told you, just my fingers," Karen said. "No one has ever licked me so good, Sarah not even my husband. And he's pretty good, believe me." She smiled, then teased. "Are you sure you've never sucked pussy before?"

Sarah shook her head, not smiling. The taste of her sister's cunt had surprised her. She liked it as much as she did a hard cock. She lifted her knees, hugging them to her naked tits while Karen recovered. Her cunt was still on fire, she had not come, although it felt as if she would at any time, even now. She rocked back and forth on her ass, waiting.

When she felt Karen was calm, she whispered, "Now, what about me, Karen?"

Karen gazed down at her younger sister. She didn't say anything for a moment then finally, "I guess I have to repay the favor, huh? But don't expect any fireworks. I've never had my face between a girl's legs before. I've sucked a cock or two, but never a cunt."

"It was my first time, too," Sarah reminded her.

"I'd never know that from the way you just sucked me."

Sarah stood and sat at the end of the couch, pulling her feet up and leaning against the arm rest, spreading her legs, knees bent. Karen turned and stroked her inner thighs, then felt her bubbling cunt just as gently as Sarah had felt hers. When her fingers stroked the straining tip of Sarah's clit, Sarah gasped and lifted her ass.

"Mmmmmm, so hot," Karen whispered, drawing her feet up on the couch, then getting on her hands and knees, her face between Sarah's thighs.

As Sarah had done, Karen began by kissing and licking the silky insides of her thighs, her naked ass high in the air, wearing just her garter belt and flesh-toned nylons.

"You have such a pretty cunt," Karen said. "Soft and wet and fuzzy." She inhaled when her face was only inches away. "And you smell so good, too."

"Suck me!" Sarah pleaded, lifting her ass and twisting. "Please, hurry and suck my cunt! I'm burning up, Karen!"

"Mmmm, I can see that," her older sister breathed, and buried her face into Sarah's dripping cunt.

That was when Jimmy came home, opening the door and finding himself staring right at his Aunt Karen's naked ass in the air, seeing her asshole and bushy cunt, making wet sounds as she lapped at his mother's pussy. Seeing the door open, Karen gasped and yanked her face out of Sarah's cunt but not until Jimmy had himself a good look at her cunt and ass.

Although Sarah tried to hold her head into her crotch, Karen had pulled away and sat up, seeing Jimmy in the doorway. With a squeal, she tried to cover her tits and cunt as Sarah had the day she was found naked by Keith. And she had just as little success as Sarah had.

She leaned over and grabbed her white skirt, trying to cover herself with it, looking anxiously at Jimmy.

While Sarah had not moved, her knees still bent and spread open, Jimmy started to grin widely, looking from his aunt to his mother. His cock pushed against the front of his pants, swelling with hardness, and he made no effort to hide it.

"Oh, I knew it!" Karen moaned. "I just knew we'd be caught!"

Sarah was grinning, feeling her exposed cunt. "It's only my son, Karen."

"Only your son? Sarah, Jimmy will tell everyone now!" Karen sounded as if she was about to cry.

"No, he won't," Sarah said, rubbing at her inflamed clit.

Karen swiveled her head from Jimmy to Sarah, and saw her sister openly and unashamedly playing with her hairy cunt while her son stood watching.

"You mean..." Karen's eyes opened wide. Sarah nodded, her eyes flashing, smiling at her sister. Karen's eyes turned back to Jimmy, then to Sarah again. "But... he's your son, Sarah! I don't believe this."

"You're my sister," Sarah reminded Karen. "What's the difference, son or sister?"

"I just don't believe it!" Karen whispered.

Her skirt slipped down, and one of her flawless tits showed, nipple still erect. She let it show, her eyes now seeing the bulge in Jimmy's pants. "You're fucking your son, Sarah!"

"And you will, too," Sarah said quietly.

"Me?" Karen gasped. "But he's my nephew! I can't fuck him!"

"I am, so why not?" Sarah countered.

"My God!" Karen looked at her sister's hands playing with her cunt, then back at the outline of Jimmy's very hard cock in his pants.

"What if I refuse?"

"Well, I guess we'd have to..."

Sarah let it fall off, her eyes twinkling happily as she pushed two fingers into her cunt.

"Sarah, that's blackmail!" Karen gasped, her eyes burning on Jimmy's bulging hard-on.

"I suppose it is," Sarah laughed softly.

"You can't!" Karen moaned.

"We can, and we just might," Sarah insisted. Sarah sat up, and gently pulled the skirt from her sister. For a moment Karen clung to it, then let it go. She didn't protest when Sarah moved close to her and cupped one of her jutting tits, fondling it as Jimmy stood now with his back against the closed door, his cock pushing at his pants with youthful hardness, watching. Karen had her nyloned thighs crossed tightly together, and when Sarah started to open them, she sucked in a breath of air and reined her knees. She couldn't take her eyes from Jimmy's cock as Sarah spread her knees, and began to tremble as her nephew stared at her cunt.

Working at Karen's clit, Sarah said, "Jimmy, would you like to have some of this pussy, honey?"

"Sarah..." Karen moaned, but her ass twisted. "I... my God! Look at how hard Jimmy is!"

"I know how hard his cock gets," Sarah said, licking the tip of her tongue about the shell of her sister's ear. "It feels so good in my pussy, too. You'll like it in your cunt, Karen."

Jimmy was taking his clothes off, his eyes fixed upon his mother's fingers sliding up and down the hairy slit of his aunt's cunt. When he dropped his pants, his cock lurched upright, almost slapping his stomach.

Karen gasped loudly, holding her legs open by herself now, shaking as Sarah smashed a finger at her straining clit. She kept her eyes on Jimmy's jerking cock as he started forward. She licked her lips, her eyes taking on a filmy expression of heat, shining brightly.

When he was close enough, Karen closed her fingers about his cock and squeezed it, making the head bulge, his piss-hole seeping. She pumped it a few times, her other hand cradling his hot, young balls.

"See, Karen," Sarah murmured. "You can't stop touching him. You have to feel his cock, don't you? Go ahead, feel his cock and play with it and jack on it. It's going up your cunt soon, you know?"

"Yes," Karen breathed softly. "Oh, yes it is!"

"Why not now?" Sarah said.

"Yes, right now!"

As Karen leaned back, Sarah lifted her legs, pushing her sister's nyloned knees to her chest, her cunt vulnerable to Jimmy's raging hard-on. With one hand, Sarah parted the hairy lips of her sister's cunt, her other hand grasping her son's cock at the base, pulling the swollen head to the slit. She rubbed her son's cock up and down her sister's cunt, making Karen gasp and lurch upward. Sarah watched as she smashed her sister's clit on the piss-slit of her son's cock.

"Put it in!" Karen wailed. "Please, push his cock in my cunt, Sarah!"

Sarah kissed her sister's open mouth, dragging her tongue from one corner of her soft lips to the other. "I will, Karen. I'll put my son's beautiful hard cock in your cunt, and you're going to fuck him, take his come-juice in your hot pussy."

"Yes, I will!" Karen wailed, twisting her lifted ass, her cunt trying to close about the swollen head of her nephew's cock. "I'll fuck... I'll fuck his brains out, making him come so hard in my hot cunt! Put his cock in me now, Sarah! Ohhhh, please, put it in me!"

Sarah pushed the smooth head of her son's cock downward, along the juicy fiery slit. When the head was in position, she said to Jimmy, "Ram it up her cunt hard, baby!"

Jimmy lunged, his cock plunging deep into his aunt's cunt.

"Ohhhh, yes!" Karen screamed as her cunt was filled and stretched by his hardness. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Sarah's fingers were smashed between the base of her son's cock and her sister's steamy cunt. She pulled them up, and began to suck one of her sister's nipples, watching her son stab his cock back and forth. Karen lurched her ass up, grinding it as she sobbed out her ecstasy. The wet sounds filled the room, and sucking hard on the stiff nipple, Sarah pushed her hand down her sister's quivering stomach, through the soft hairs, and rubbed at her clit while Jimmy fucked her swiftly.

Jimmy was gripping his aunt's hips, darting his cock back and forth, watching the way her hairy cunt clung to the shaft. He could see his mother sucking at Karen's tits that poked up from between her drawn-back knees. His balls smacked at the crinkle of Karen's ass, fleshy sounds mixing with the juicy, squishy ones of her cunt.

"Is my sister good pussy, Jimmy?" Sarah asked in a tight voice, watching his cock ram in and out. "Is her cunt hot and wet and tight enough for you, baby?"

"Oh, yes, Mom!" Jimmy grunted.

"Fuck her, baby!" Sarah hissed, squeezing one of Karen's tits hard, bringing her hand away from the wet cunt and up the nyloned thigh. "Fuck her hot brains out, Jimmy! Make her come... make her hot cunt come so hard she can't walk! Fuck the shit out of her wet cunt!"

"Yes, oh my God yes!" Karen screamed, thrashing her ass up and down frantically. "Fuck my fucking brains out, Jimmy! Ooooh, ram that hard cock right up my cunt. Fuck me! Ohhhh, fuck me as hard as you can!"

Sarah found herself as excited as possible. Seeing her son fucking her sister sent steamy sensations throughout her body. The juicy sounds made her own cunt tingle, and she found herself wishing there was some way she could get her mouth on Karen's cunt while her son fucked her. The idea of tasting Karen's pussy juices and the creamy sweetness of her son's come-juice at the same time almost made her cunt convulse. But there was no way she could get her mouth on that fiery cunt, or his cock.

She pushed her face down, sticking her tongue out as far as she could, trying to lick her sister's bulging clit, but it kept rubbing at the shaft of Jimmy's cock, evading her tongue. She did taste the wet shaft of her son's cock as he pulled it out, but she had to move quickly when he rammed back in. She drew one foot up on the couch, flinging her knee wide, and began to agitate her own cunt frantically as she watched her son fucking her sister's gyrating ass. She shoved one hand beneath Karen's pumping ass, clutching one cheek hard.

"Oh, that's so beautiful!" Sarah moaned, her head resting on the back of her sister's thighs. "Give it to her good, Jimmy! Listen to that wetness? Oh, it's so sweet, your cock fucking my sister's cunt."

Karen was whimpering as she whipped her ass up and down, sliding and straining her heated cunt onto Jimmy's throbbing prick.

"Jimmy, oh Jimmy!" she sobbed. "More, Jimmy! A lot more! Ahhhh, you're so fucking hard, Jimmy! Ram it to me... beat my cunt with your lovely hard cock! Fuck me, Jimmy! Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me!"

Squeezing her sister's ass, Sarah thrust her fingers deep into her own cunt, arching her crotch up, moaning, self-stimulation, staring at her sister's hairy cunt gripping the plunging cock of Jimmy. Her hand slipped along Karen's grinding ass to her son's balls. She grabbed them, twisting and pulling.

"So hot," she groaned. "Your balls are so hot, Jimmy! Ahhhh, baby, spurt it up her hot fucking cunt!"

Karen strained her cunt onto her nephew's prick, a scream building in her throat, her face showing the strain. Her hands darted underneath her own ass, clutching the cheeks tightly as she pushed her cunt all the way onto his cock.

"Now, Jimmy!" Karen screamed. "Oh, my God -- now!"

When her orgasm burst, it sent rippling waves of wet, hot tightness along Jimmy's cock, massaging and pulling at it. The contractions sent wave after wave of rapture through Karen, her hips jerking spastically. Jimmy gritted his teeth, pushing hard into his aunt's convulsing cunt.

"Come, Jimmy!" his mother cried out. "She's coming now! Squirt it to her, baby! Fill her fucking cunt with that sweet juice!"

She squeezed her son's balls hard, and Jimmy let out a yelp, then began to spray thick come juice into his aunt's gripping cunt. Karen shrieked with ecstasy as she felt him splashing his hot juices into her pussy, drenching her. The spasming of his cock created a more intense orgasm against the tight lips of her cunt, and her clit smashed at the base. It seemed to go on and on, before Karen's ass shivered, then slumped. Jimmy's cock came out of her pussy with a wet sound, drooping in half hardness, gleaming with slippery wetness.

Sarah, with a little cry, darted her face to her son's cock and sucked it into her mouth swiftly plunging all four of her fingers into her burning cunt, her orgasm exploding as she licked and tasted her son's cock, the taste of her sister's juicy cunt clinging to it.

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lexithevalkyrie · 8 months

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Wieght gain tip number 2: what should i eat 🤷‍♀️

Now that we talked about the best nutritional intakes to gain weight, both healthy and unhealthy, next next question to ask yourself is: what do I eat?

Now, let's start with you unhealthy piggies first. Good news for yall! You get to have all the fatty and delicious food you want 😋. Now, what is a good meal plan that will last you a week and won't hurt your wallet 🤔

Well any American knows the magnificent super store called Walmart 😌. Now what if I told you this bad boy can get you so fucking fat with only 40-50$ a week?

At 35-50$ a week: you can get around 3k calories per day for 1 whole week

Let's get the fun stuff out of the way. For your morning snack should be light compared to your afternoon snack, I recommend getting fritters. You can scarf down 720 calories with 2 fritters. A whole box of 6 fritters is merely 4 dollars, sooooo you should pick up 1-2 boxes. Your breakfast should be your lightest of your meals. If you want to go the extra mile and be lazy, I highly recommend Jimmy Dean Sausage, Egg & Cheese Croissant Sandwiches, each sandwich is 400 calories and one box has 4 sandwiches in it, so once more get 1-2 boxes for the week at this point you've spent between $10-$20 and eaten around 700-1.2k calories so far. It's not bad for a start, but im sure that tummy is still very hungry 😋. So let's move on to some lunch, and I know just the meal that will fill that gut! Starting off with your sides, you should pick up some Great Value Seasoned French Fries. 11 servings per bag with 140 calories per serving and only $3.75. As always, I recommend getting 1-2 bags like usual, of course, the more the merrier 😁. For your main meal, I recommend eating some nice and healthy American made burgers 😋, so grab some patties (recommend 20% fat 80% lean). The All Natural brand sells 12 patties per pack at $10! And if course you can eat a burger without buns, sooooo let's grab some big carb filled buns 😌. Great Value Jumbo Hamburger Buns should be the cheapest and most carb heavy buns you can get at only $2 (although you have to pick up 2 for all 12 patties). So let's have the final snack before bedtime, I think something light like walmart's famous Freshness Guaranteed Frosted Sugar Cookies should do, hehe 😉

In total, this should set you around 2.7-3k calories worth of food, which is more than enough to fatten up anyone under 200lbs

(The second part of this post will be about healthy gain, which I will post later today)

#feeding kink #feedee encouragement #feedee girl #feed me #fatty piggy #feedee belly #fat #fatty #unhealthy diet

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dmwrites · 11 months

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What came with the New Life smp was a lot of milling around, talking and showing off the powers of the various origins people were given. The spawn waystone pavilion quickly became the place to hang out, old friends reacquainted and new friends made. And, of course, many, many pranks.

“You know how Martyn has his whole human ice cube thing?” Fwip asked, leaning against a pillar of the pavilion.

Scott nodded. “Yeah, he keeps saying he’s a ‘cool guy’, which is almost as bad as all of Ken’s bad guy jokes.”

“Oi!” Jimmy lightly smacked Scott on the arm. “I am not a Ken doll, thank you very much!”

“Martyn said it happened when he gets scared or excited or any other heightened emotion… do you think he’d freeze if someone flirted with him?” Fwip mused, gazing out towards the lumpy shape of Martyn in his big winter coat, chatting with CPK.

Scott and Jimmy snorted at the thought.

“I bet he would.” Jimmy said. “That would be a sight, that would.”

“Why don’t you give it a shot then, bad boy?” Scott drawled, wiggling his eyebrows at Jimmy.

Jimmy stuttered. “What? No, no, not my thing… why don’t you go do it, Scott, since you’re…” he gestured to Scott in a vague kind of way.

“Since I’m what?” Scott asked, eyebrows raised.

“Well, you know you…”

“Hm?”

“You’re a flirt.” Jimmy finally said, scowling.

“How would you know that Scott’s a flirt?” Fwip asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I- I’ve just heard… Don’t be dragging me into this, Fwip. Scott, go flirt with that man, for the love of everything!” Jimmy was bright red.

“Gladly.” Scott adjusted his hair, blew Jimmy a kiss, and he sauntered over to Martyn, just as CPK was walking away.

“Heyyyyyyyy, Martyn.” Scott said, batting his eyelashes

“Damn, that sounded like eight y’s in that hey- what’s all this about, then?” Martyn asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

“Just wanted to say how cute your outfit is. Makes you look super buff.” Scott reached over and played with the edge of Martyn’s scarf.

“Well, thank you, it’s an absolute chore, I’ll tell you, keeping this hot bod of mine warm… hey, wait, what do you mean by ‘look super buff’? You saying I don’t look buff normally?” Martyn had that annoying twinkle in his eye that told Scott that this may be harder then he thought. But Scott couldn’t give up now- he did have a reputation to uphold, after all.

“You always look buff, Martyn, don’t be silly.” Scott replied. “And if you need something to keep you warm, I can think of a way I could help you out.” Scott winked, laying on the flirty intonations in his voice as thick as the ice Martyn kept dropping on people by accident.

“What, like another coat or something? Gonna knit me a sweater, Scott?” Martyn spoke as causally as he had been the entire conversation, but Scott noticed that his nose was turning blue and white. Martyn may be playing dumb, but Scott was determined now. He stared at Martyn, thinking hard, before speaking again.

“You know, the snow on your mountaintop gets blown pretty hard. That’s not the only top that could get blown.”

“Wa- Scott!” Martyn became a Martyn-shaped ice block at once, and Scott could hear Jimmy and Fwip cheering and jeering from behind him.

“Ah… thanks for playing along, Martyn.” Scott said to the still-frozen Martyn. “Good game.” He high-fived the ice block that was Martyn’s hand, and walked back over to the pavilion.

“I can’t believe that worked.” Jimmy said in awe.

“Never underestimate my skills, boys.” Scott replied.

“So is Martyn just… frozen for a while, or what?” Fwip asked.

“Yeah, he’s giving me the cold shoulder.” Scoff said. Fwip and Jimmy booed him for such a bad pun.

#suggestive #mcytshipping #<- not really but for the sake of it #a little silly new life smp thing for ya #nlsmp #majorwood

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ebby172 · 9 months

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“I made you a scarf,” it tells Martyn. Both Martyn and Jimmy turn to Three. It holds out the scarf. It’s red and green. “Do not get Watcher blood on it. It is not designed for that, and it feels as though it would harm the gesture, if blood like mine was on it.”

Little fanart for chapter 8 of @theminecraftbee 's fic "solving counting sheep" because it's consumed my thoughts and I just had to draw Three handing over the scarf in the middle of that argument

I also used cutiemonster and seawaveleo's designs for the fic (or as close as I could get) because their own art were absolute bangers

Anyways go read the fic pls it's very good

#my art #evo smp #evolution smp #solving counting sheep #solidaritygaming #martyn inthelittlewood #grian #< the way I agonized over tagging him or not but he's tagged in the fic and technically There #even if you don't consider Three to be him he's absolutely haunting the story #also why is Jimmy so hard to make recognizable

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bipbopdepmop · 8 months

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(click for slightly better quality :] )

fanart for solving counting sheep by @theminecraftbee! super super proud of this one :D i absolutely loved this fic! did not stop thinking about it for days. spectacular job.

timelapse here! tw: flashing. please watch it I had such a hard time getting it to upload :(

fun info/rambling about the piece below the cut!

a few little details i wanted to point out:

in case it was hard to tell what was going on, grian is in the top center, watcher three is in the middle, as well as at the bottom, but it is unmasked and a little feathery.

i have intentionally placed the yarn, the sheep and mumbo on the left hand side. they represent the things that help three begin to solidify its identity. oppositely, on the right hand side we have pearl holding the album, the photograph and candles, grian's gravestone, and the main building of the grian empire. they represent parts of three's old identity as grian.

the red is of course, three/grian's favourite colours, but also there to symbolise the sort of duality between the two? (hopefully that makes sense.) as well as the symbolism of the unmasked three being red is that its kinda like? trying to reconcile its old identity with its new one. it is holding its masquarade mask - it is three, it is grian, it is three. the red three is also slightly feathery to show that it looks like grian, but is not anymore, it is something else now.

also, pearl, martyn and jimmy all have some sort of red accent, which is to show their ties to grian.

i know jimmy's scarf is red and green, however, it wouldve messed the colour palette up :( so it's all red! martyn's headband probably wasn't red either, but shh, i took some ahh creative liberties

there's no particular reason for jimmy's wings other than that i needed to fill space and i love drawing butterfly/bug wings.

i was gonna try to tie in something about the listeners (like a symbol or something) but didn't bother to look too hard.

the album might not have said 'evo' on it, but i'm too lazy to go and dig that back up right now. it may get edited later to be more accurate.

the dragon pillars/purple background in the top are there to represent the dragon fight in which grian was taken from and 'killed.' the watcher eyes placed within the purple burst is to show how they were there.

similarly, there are watcher wings along the top edge of the piece. a certain set of them are 'watching' the grian empire, as a nod to how they had their eyes on grian and evo from the start.

there are also three dragon pillars, as a nod to three the person, and also because it was nice and symmetrical that way.

i initially had the middle three wearing the masquarade mask (as you'll see in the timelapse) but realised it made way more sense symbolically to have the lower three holding the mask, and for the middle three to have the watcher mask.

iiii don't know how to draw sheep. (<- too lazy to look it up) i hope that sheep looks somewhat sheeplike.

minor changes may be made if i notice any mistakes / small things i want to fix

overall, very, very happy with this! i hope i did the fic enough justice :D go read it if you haven't!!

#solving counting sheep #mcyt art #grian #<- kinda #if youve read it #you know #martyn inthelittlewood #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #mcyt fic fanart #bipbop art #Martyn is following in the footsteps of the good king Ren #he is only a head #i keep noticing details I shouldv added #aaaaaaaa

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bcofl0ve · 2 years

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4 or 13 with Austin!Elvis bc protective 😩

did both bc why not 😅

You Got Me

ship: austin!50s elvis x reader

prompt: “breathe darling”/“you’re safe with me”

summary: some guys at a tour stop get too close for comfort while elvis is off talking to a reporter. a lil angst + hurt comfort.

content warning: sexual harassment and attempted assault, but it’s not graphic and over pretty quickly. smidgen of homophobia (a ~fairy~ insult).

Elvis made a beeline for you the second he got off the stage, hugging so you tight he lifted your feet off the ground. Kissing the sides of your face as he set you back down, he looked over his shoulder.

“Colonel wants me to talk to some reporter he found,” He started, hand still caressing your hip.

He shouted for Jimmie next, who whipped his head around from where he was distracted talking to a girl. “Keep an eye on Y/N for a second, I’ll be right back.”

And with one last kiss he was running off to where Colonel Parker was standing in front of the Ferris Wheel, leaving you standing alone against the back of the stage. Jimmie gave you a little wave and scanned the area for any immediate danger before turning back around to continue socializing, running a hand through his hair that he’d recently started styling like Elvis.

But you didn’t mind being left to your own devices, you were always one for people watching and this was the perfect place for it. Little kids scarfing down cotton candy the size of their heads, herds of high school girls giggling and stumbling around like packs of sardines. You were starting to see the appeal others did in carnie life.

Then, a voice uncomfortably close to your face pulled you out of your head.

“Hey, you’re Elvis’ girl, aren’t you?”

You could smell the alcohol on the boy’s breath, mostly because he was so close he was practically standing on top of you, one hand braced on the wooden stage fencing you were leaning on.

“Imma be real honest, I was thinkin’ he was one of those fairy freaks.” He continued before you could respond, waving his free hand around meaninglessly. ”But you’re pretty,”

Who you assumed was a friend of his popped up next to him, bumping his shoulder with a laugh as he spoke.

“If the way he moves aroun’ when he’s singing is any implication, he’s gotta be great under the sheets,” He slurred, the first boy moving his hand from where it was braced on the wall to the side of your face. His fingers brushed against your hair and he stepped even closer than he already was. You wanted to scream, but your throat was going so dry you could barley tell him to go away.

“He sing in bed too? You know if you want something more low key,”

He was leaning in then, but just when you thought you’d feel his mouth on yours there was a sharp crack and he was stumbling backwards into his friend. You blinked and saw Elvis standing there, shaking out his hand that you assumed was the reason the boy who had tried to kiss you was holding his nose.

“Either of you so much as look at her again I will kill you.” Elvis practically growled in a low voice, giving both of them another hard shove. “Get the hell outta here, now!”

Turning to Jimmie, who to his credit looked a little guilty, he raised his voice to a yell. “What happened to watching her?” He shouted, waving his hands around as he spoke. “Too busy talking to girls while mine’s about to get her damn head done in,”

He didn’t wait for an apology before ushering you into an empty staging tent, pulling you closer to him when you were alone, your head tucked into the crook of his neck. You were hyperventilating against him, hands gripping the fabric of his black shirt like it was the only thing keeping you on the ground.

“You gotta breathe darlin’, I’m right here.” He whispered and you tried, but your mind was racing.

“I thought,” You started and lifted your head, the rest of that thought not something you really wanted to put words to.

“I know, but you’re safe with me now.” He said gently, rubbing your shoulder. “Gonna talk to the Colonel about getting you security and nothin’ like that is ever gonna happen again.”

A part of wanted to tell him you knew that wasn’t a promise he could make. Guys were always going to be creeps, and it was only going to get worse as he, and you, got more and more attention.

But there was comfort in knowing he’d crawl over broken glass, and punch some strangers in the nose, to protect you. You could make do with that.

xxx

#austin butler #elvis movie #elvis fanfic #austin butler!elvis #austin!elvis x reader #elvis x reader #austin butler x reader

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 10 months

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Pre-Show Ritual (18+)

“Do I have something on my face?”

You ran a hand across your mouth, glancing down to your palm to confirm before looking up at Jack. He was sitting no more than 10 feet across from you in the greenroom, backstage at The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon, in an armchair that matched the one you were sitting in.

You had tagged along with Jack and his team for a quick trip to NYC, Jack set to perform his new single “What’s Poppin” in his first TV performance. There is no way you were going to miss this, and it had always been a secret bucket list item for you to see a taping of Jimmy Fallon and get a chance to meet him.

The greenroom had cleared out about five minutes earlier when Neelam and Urban walked over to the side stage to see the other guest interviews, leaving you and Jack alone. Jack had been weirdly quiet the whole day, giving out one-word answers to your excited questions about his upcoming performance. You looked at him, taking in his form. He had chosen a white bomber jacket with “Louisville” in large, embroidered letters across the front, always taking the opportunity to rep his hometown, khaki pants with random patches on his thigh and knees and his favorite New Balance sneakers. Jack was superstitious, always choosing the same gray New Balance sneakers for his performances. While they felt a little “middle aged dad with three kids from the ‘burbs” to you, he had managed to make them seem cool and classic. The last thing you noticed was the gaudy BB Simon belt he had on, embellished with Swarovski crystals, a prop for his song where he mentioned the brand, a nod to early 2000s rap culture.

While he was obviously looking in your direction, you could tell that he was zoned out, his left leg jiggling in an anxious rhythm, not paying attention to you scarfing down a sandwich from the craft services table across the room, and not analyzing your face for any mustard you may have left on your face.

“Jack- baby?” You snapped in his direction, him reacting with a shake of his head, taking a moment to rake his hand through his mop of brown curls before meeting your eyes. “Everything okay?”, you asked responding to a look of worry across his face.

You placed your empty plate on the table between you two and rubbed your hands on your thighs, the dark wash denim acting as a pseudo napkin. You had chosen to dress comfortably, a basic hoodie underneath a trench coat you had copped from a vintage store in LA. Most of these performance days were sent waiting around in a room, so you knew better than to dress to the nines.

He still hadn’t answered you as you stood and made your way over to his chair, squatting down in front of him, using his knee for leverage. You rested you head on your closed fists and began to study his face.

Jack was usually the most confident man in any room, referring to himself as an alpha male, much to your annoyance and amusement. There was just something about him that made everyone he came across an immediate fan of him and his work. You liked to think that it was that he was so God damn handsome, towering over most people, and had a smile dentists would use in their office advertisements. While you still saw all those things in him tonight, you could tell he was uncharacteristically nervous.

“Talk to me baby, what’s going on?” you placed a hand on his leg to stop his shaking and grabbed both of his hands in yours, placing gentle kisses on his knuckles. He leaned toward you, gazing into your eyes and giving you a weak smile. “Nothing- just pre-performance nerves I guess.”

“You’ve done hundreds of performances in front of way more people then are out there tonight, this is nothing!” Jack dropped your hands lightly into your lap in response to your comment, getting up quickly and making his way over to craft table, fumbling with the basket of fruit set off to the side. “This is not just any performance” he takes a bite out of a granny smith apple with a questionable waxy exterior “this is TV. Millions of people are going to see this performance and I just don’t want to fuck anything up. You know how much my mom loves Jimmy”, his mouth still full of fruit. You reached out toward him to get his attention, knowing he hated green apples, but stopped short when you realized he was occupied. You couldn’t help but giggle as he gestured around wildly, pacing back and forth through the small room and making circles around your standing body, trying to convince not only you, but himself that he was way in over his head.

“What are you laughing at?” he stopped short of you, dropping what was left of the apple core in the trash, his eyebrows scrunched in an inquisitive manner. You grabbed both of his arms, pinning them to his side, hoping to keep him from continuing his tirade long enough to calm his nerves.

“You are fuckin’ adorable when you’re nervous, you know that?” you let out a belly laugh and placed your hands on his cheeks, using your thumbs to rub against his scraggly beard that you loved way too much. It made him look so sexy. You could tell that your attempt was working, Jack placing his hands around your waist, pulling you in closer. You moved your hands down from his beard, slowly tracing your hands down his shoulders, making sure to graze lightly over his pecs, feeling how strong and tight his body felt underneath at least two layers of clothing.

Anxiety quickly turned to lust in his bright blue eyes as Jack followed your movements, temporarily forgetting that he was about to get on the biggest stage of his career, his mind suddenly clouded with impure thoughts. As you continued to make your way down his body, Jack let out an involuntary shiver. Your hand landed on his belt buckle when he started to pull away, against his “better” judgement. “What are you doing, Y/N? As much as I would love to fuck you right here on this couch” he glanced over at the supple leather couch that must have been worth a small fortune, placing a kiss on your lips before continuing “you know I’ve got a thing for sex in public places, and this one would take the cake, I don’t want anyone to walk in on us. I’ve got a reputation to protect!” He gave you a big smile, and you matched it, knowing that he was lying. You both knew he’d love to be the rapper that was known for all his sexual conquests. He had shown you the list on his phone of all the places he wanted you both to “get it on.” (His words, not yours).

“You’re right, but I think I know the way to fix that problem”, you looked over his shoulder at the closed door. You sauntered over to the door, exaggerating the swing of your hips, Jack chucking at your attempt at seduction from afar. You quickly turned the lock of the door, the metal clang echoing throughout the room. You quickly turned to face Jack, your back pressed against the door, eyes narrowed as you focused in on what you were sure was going to release all the anxiety and stress from Jack’s body. “C’mere.” You reached out your hands in an innocent manner, no more suggestive of a hug. Jack quickly made his way to your arms, prepared to sink into your affection, when you quickly flipped the script and swung him around, so he was the one against the door. He hit is head during the flip, his face grimacing, reaching up to rub the back of his head.

“I’m so sorry boo!” Your hand slapped across your mouth in surprise, “are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He replied, now in a full fit of laughter with this situation being just what he needed to get his mind off things.

“Let’s try this again” you pressed into his body, planting a hard, passionate kiss on his lips that lasted a few seconds, both of you leaning into one another and becoming handsy. Jack slid his hands down to your low back, his fingers tangled into the waistband of your jeans, grabbing a handful of your ass in a way that made you moan in surprise. To catch your breath, you broke the seal between your lips, just mere millimeters away from another interaction. Jack kept his eyes closed in anticipation of this make out session continuing, but you had other plans.

“Look at me”, your tone made his eyes shoot open, his vision having to adjust to how close your faces were. You began to work on his belt buckle, slowly pulling the leather out of the buckle, hesitating to pull the prong out of the holes, not breaking eye contact. He had trouble concentrating on your command, his blood supply rushing to a more important area now.

“You know what made me fall in love with you?” the belt was now undone, and you began working on the button and zipper of his jeans, “I can think of a few things” Jack responded, his cockiness coming out through uneven breaths. “My height?” Jack ran his fingers up and down the small of your back as you fumbled with his pants, little space between you to making it more difficult to get to your goal. “Nope, that’s not it,” the only thing keeping you from his erected cock was his boxers, and you slipped your hand down his pants, grabbing his length in your grip, causing him to immediately groan in ecstasy. You used your left hand to slowly begin stroking his length, intent on making him feel good before he went on stage. Your right hand went to the base of his neck, providing support he so desperately needed to prevent him from buckling at the knees. “My smile?” Jack had to concentrate desperately hard to even think of anything past how good this felt, but he was enjoying having both his ego and dick stroked at the same time. “No, although that’s definitely up there on the list”, you responded pressing kisses on his neck, his chin, his cheeks to prolong his pleasure, meeting his lips in another passionate kiss, though he could barely reciprocate, only managing a deep guttural moan in your mouth. You began to quicken your strokes on his cock, his pelvis pulling in towards you at the change of pace, and you realized that he was getting close to cuming.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he praised your actions, leaning his head on your shoulder as his stomach contracted and his body collapsed, his breathing getting louder, frequent grunts and moans ensuring you were giving him exactly what he needed. You leaned your head against his, your lips close enough to whisper into his ear. Without stopping the speed and aggressiveness as you rounded the head of his cock in the way you knew he liked during a hand job, you listed some of his best features. “I love your hair, your shoulders, chest hair that trails down your stomach to your-“ you didn’t bother to finish your sentence; you both knew what you were referencing. “But most of all- I love that you don’t let anyone tell you what you can’t do” the end of your sentence was punctuated by Jack cuming into your hand, you continuing to stroke him through to the end of his orgasm.

You took your time removing your hand from Jack’s cock, relishing in the fact that you were the one that made him cum like that, that you were responsible for his pleasure, his reassurance, his relief. As you turned to wipe your hands clean in the bathroom, Jack adjusted and closed his pants button, and buckled his belt back. He took a moment to regain his consciousness and take a deep breath in response to what had just happened. He wasn’t anxious anymore. In fact, he felt fucking good, and more than ready for his first primetime performance.

After washing your hands, you glanced at yourself in the mirror, adjusting your hair and makeup, downright giddy to see Jack perform. You always felt like a proud girlfriend seeing him doing the thing he loves (second to you of course). Jack appeared in the doorframe, wrapping his arms behind you, humming in your ear. You met his eyes in the mirror and realized that his face had completely changed from earlier. This was the man you fell in love with, the self-proclaimed alpha male.

“Thank you, baby,” Jack brushed your hair off your shoulder and planted a kiss on your neck as you laid back into his hold, leaning your head to the side to expose more skin. He lingered here, planting gentle kisses in the same place, his lips barely touching your skin in a way that made your whole-body shiver. “Whatever are you talking about?” You played coy, hoping to sneak in a few more kisses. “You know just what to do to get me out of my head. And God, you sure do know how to make a man feel good”. You turned in his hold, making your chest meet his, locking eyes on his lips, brushing your thumb against his bottom lip. As if you were making conversation with just his mouth, you held your gaze there. “I meant everything I said, even in the heat of the moment. I love so many things about you,” you looked up at him, his blue eyes sparkling, hanging on your every word, “It doesn’t matter how many people are going to see your performance, live or on the internet tomorrow. You are one of the most talented people I know, and this is only the beginning of what’s going to be an amazing career.” You grabbed Jack’s face in your hands, your kiss this time more delicate, romantic and filled with love then those before. A knock on the door interrupted your personal moment. “Jack, you’re on in five minutes”. The PA sounded rushed and overly tired on the other side of the door, Jack being her third guest she had to round up tonight. Jack bounded over to the door, quietly un-latching the lock, swinging it open to meet a petite woman with wild, curly blonde hair, a headset barely visible through the mess of locks. She was holding a walkie-talkie and clipboard haphazardly, papers randomly held beneath the clip. k

“Great, yeah I’m ready”, Jack looked back at you as he stepped into the busy hallway. Urban was waiting in the hallway, snapping pictures to try to get the best behind the scenes shot as Jack made his way to the stage. “I’m right behind you!”, you yelled behind him, guessing he probably didn’t hear you. You walked down the hall through the crowd of employees and fans of people up to the side stage and stood next to Neelam while you watched Jack get hooked up with a mic pack by the tech assistant. Jack shook off his last-minute nerves like he was about to run through the tunnel at an NBA game, and you gave him two enthusiastic thumbs up, paired with a bright smile that could barely be seen in the dark.

“This song is my jam right now. Making his TV debut, performing “What’s Poppin’”, give it up for Jack Harlow!” Jimmy sat behind his iconic desk as he held an image of Jack’s album, announcing his next guest. The music began playing as the audience cheered. You, Neelam and Urban all began dancing in place to the performance, agreeing that Jack sounded amazing. Neelam bumped you with her elbow in your side to get your attention. “Hey, what changed? When we got here Jack was a mess?”. “I just gave him a pep talk! He just needed to be reminded why he is the best”. You gave Neelam a cheeky smile and then quickly turned back to the performance, so your face didn’t give anything else away. Jack had just hit the final verse of his song. “Well, whatever you did, it worked”. Neelam begins to clap as the song ends, walking towards Jack as he runs backstage.

#jack harlow #jackharlow #jackman harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fanfic

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for the NSFW alphabet

B-E-N-Q for Connor Rhodes and Jimmy Lanik, if that's not too much?

Thank you!

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?)

Connor is very into it so much so he’s invested in some high quality items. He wants his lover to be as comfortable as he is.

He’s a subby boi at heart, he loves being restrained, having his control stripped away from him. He works a very high pressure job and this is an excellent release for him. He doesn’t have to make any decisions and he enjoys feeling like he belongs to someone else, that he can trust them to take care of him.

I can’t see him being in blindfolds or gags, I think that would be a little too frightening for him. The idea of having no voice or agency takes him back to a very dark place.

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

Sometimes he needs it a little rough. I think the only way to survive the job he does is to numb himself sometimes and it can be very hard to get out of that mindset so he needs it to get a little extreme.

I’m thinking a pinwheel or riding crop. I could see him telling a lover they need to press down harder when they use the pinwheel because he needs the pain it causes a little more than the pleasure it brings. The riding crop on his ass and the backs of his thighs. Gets him super excited if he’s on his knees, hands cuffed behind his back and you use the riding crop up tip his chin up to meet your gaze. He leaks all over the place.

N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?)

Only in the bedroom and it’s always you denying him. When he’s in a subby head space he’s yours entirely, he comes when you say he can come and will hold off until you’re ready for him. It gets him off when you tell him ‘not yet, you need to make me come first.’ The act of holding back is exhilarating for him, especially when you tell him how much of a good boi he’s being for you.

Will never deny you anything at all. He’s all about showing you how good he is for you, how he can get you off like no other man you’ve been with. Expect to be overstimulated with Connor, one is never enough.

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

I think he’s quiet, like deep moans, grinding teeth and stuttered breathing. Loads of swearing if it’s a particularly powerful orgasm. When your being dominant with him you always talk in a soft, tender tone and he loves it.

Connor makes it his mission to get you a little loud. He wants the neighbours to know how good he’s fucking you.

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?)

Another one who used bondage to relax, although Jimmy prefers to be the person doing the tying. He needs to take control sometimes because his job snatches it away. He usually uses one of his to bind your wrists and a silk scarf to blind fold you. He never gags you because he loves running his thumb over the shape of your lips and he wants to hear every single sound you make. He takes hours teasing you, bring you to climax before he stops and starts all over again.

You use restraints as a way to get Jimmy to relax, he would work himself into the ground if you let him. Again it’s always on of his ties, it usually starts with a game of ‘Please’ you tease him mercilessly until he says the word and it goes for a while because he’s so stubborn, it gets him out of his head into the moment with you which is the purpose of it.

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

You wearing one of his shirts is one of his biggest turn ons. Sometimes when you want to rile him, you’ll wear one to work and send him pictures, he always asks for more, directing you to unbutton it slowly on the video you send.

Jimmy will deny you as long as he can, he wants that big finish, that crescendo. He wants the neighbours banging on the walls because he’s making his woman come so hard she can’t control the noise she makes. Also Jimmy knows it’s the only way to get you out of your own head, the two of you are alike that way, he wants to keep you in that space for as long a possible.

It works vice versa too.

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

The neighbours fucking hate the two of you. All those denial makes for loud orgasms when it does eventually happen and you can’t hold back.

Jimmy is all whimpers and heavy breathing right up until he gets to the point of climax and that it’s just your name chanted over and over and over again until he’s coming in your mouth. It’s literally how the old lady across the hall knows your name.

#jimmy lanik #jimmy lanik x reader #connor rhodes #connor rhodes x reader #chicago med

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