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Muriel Smut part 3. The most smut. There will be one more part after this. I know it’s long. But I enjoyed writing it. 18+, NSFW. Enjoy my thirsty hot trash.=D

Pumpkin bread P3~

Your hands clasp your mouth in shock and embarrassment. Did I just say that?

“Muriel– I.” You start to feel yourself fall backwards, he catches you before your back hits the floor, still trying to get his breath under control. You still cover your hot face with your hands tightly, as he sits you up and pulls you into his chest. He awkwardly struggles to find some words. “….Uh…what was– …….Did that– …..was that–….are you ok–?”

You finally blurted out, “Oh god! I’m so sorry!”

“What–wh–why are you apologizing?” Frustration and confusion in his voice.

“I don’t know! Because of Asra!” Your voice is muffled as you speak through your hands.

“Because of…What? What do you mean ‘because Asra’?”

“…..He made a stupid pumpkin bread with seduction elixir. He left it on the freakin’ table in the back room.”

“… what?”

You eye peers through your parted fingers. “…….And– and I ate some of it.”

“Uuuuhhhhhhhh…….” He blankly stares at you. “Why?”

“I was hungry!! I didn’t know! You know how I love pumpkin bread!”

You start to feel your heartbeat ringing in your ears again. This moment of sanity isn’t going to last long. Tears start to overwhelm your eyes but you don’t dare show them.

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when she says she doesn’t send nudes

I had to scream into my pillow

I’ve never been ashamed of my preferences before

hmmm spare billy x hopper! reader where hopper is....NOT a fan to say the least w a lot of sneaking around and mayhaps some getting caught? idk i don’t want you to feel like i’m just copying your steve hcs w the same kind of premise but i’m such a slut for that concept and that hc was SO GOOD

alright so your dad definitely wasn’t ready for you to start dating

like, yes you were a teenager 

and he was used to hearing you gush about how hot tom cruise is

so when he saw you hanging out with steve harrington for the first time he was like yEAH NOPE

he did everything to make sure that you and harrington never had your eyes on each other for more than two seconds

but what he didn’t know was that your eyes weren’t on steve fucking harrington

instead, they were on the californian bad boy that was billy hargrove

so when you came home from school one afternoon talking to el about something that had you smiling so wide that hopper was sure your mouth was going to begin hurting

he didn’t know what to expect

like he thought that maybe you had gotten a good grade on that math test you had been stressed about

or maybe you and el had gone shopping

so when he asked what had you so happy he definitely wasn’t expecting to find out you had a date that night

hopper probably wouldn’t even wait to find out who it was - just expecting it to be steve

so while you were rushing around your room with el trying to find something to wear and figuring out what to do with your makeup

hop would call up harrington and before steve could even utter a hello hopper would just be like “listen here, you better treat my little girl with nothing but respect tonight, do you understand?”

and steve would just be like ???? “what are you talking about sir?”

so hopper would roll his eyes and be like “you’re taking my daughter out tonight aren’t you?”

and just as steve went to say no a loud horn would sound from outside the cabin

hopper would watch as you hugged el and she wished you good luck

you’d give him a wave and rush outside to greet billy who was smoking a cigarette and leaning on the passenger side door that he had opened for you

hopper would watch and be like “who in gods name is that?” to el because he couldn’t see that far away

he’s getting old okay

our precious baby would just be like “billy”

hopper would frown but then realisation set in and he’d look down at his little girl and be like “billy hargrove?”

and el would just nod and hopper would feel his anger grow

because don’t try telling me that he hasn’t pulled billy over a couple of times for speeding lmao

so hopper would slam the front door shut once he realised that you were gone

and sit down on the couch with a couple of beers as he and el watched a couple of pg-rated movies before he sent her to bed when it was her bedtime

you wouldn’t get home until like twelve in the morning

so you’d try to sneak in without waking anyone up

but hopper would be waiting in his chair, his tenth beer bottle hanging loosely between his fingers as his arm was loosely over the arm rest

he was binge drinking because he was worried about you

he’d probably give you a heart attack as you tip-toed over to your room

clearing his throat and being like “and where have you been young lady?” before switching on the lamp

it was then that he noticed that your shirt was definitely on backwards

and MY GOD WOULD HE GET MAD

but he tried to keep his anger in check because he didn’t want to wake el up

he’d look at you with his stern-disappointed facial expression that made you want to cry

because you hated when your dad was mad at you

and he’d just point at you with his free hand, before standing up and being like “we’ll talk about this in the morning when el’s with her friends and i can yell at you.”

so you’d nod and rush into your room, changing and going to bed with a bad feeling in your stomach

you’d wake up later than normal since you got to bed late

and walk out to find your dad at the dining table, breakfast ready for the both of you

as soon as his eyes caught sight of you, they’d narrow and he’d point to the seat opposite him

so you’d silently walk over and sit down, taking the plate of eggos that he had slid towards you

and he’d just be like “we’ve got to talk”

so you’d nod and try to play dumb like “about what?” already knowing full well that he was about to grill you for dating billy

what he didn’t know was that you and billy had been secretly seeing each other the last couple of months because you didn’t want your dad finding out

hopper would swallow the eggo that he was chewing and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand before pointing at you with his fork

“i don’t want you seeing that Hargrove boy anymore, understood?”

“why?”

“because i said so. he’s bad news and i don’t want you caught up in that, did you know that i had to pull him over the other week because he almost ran over a bunch of kids.”

you did know because billy crawled through your window that night and told you 

“he can be a… reckless driver” you tried to nonchalantly shrug it off but hopper wasn’t having it

“i’d rather you go out and screw around with harrington if it meant that you were far far away from hargrove.”

“dad, you haven’t even met him though!”

but hopper would shut up your pleas with a raise of his hand before standing up and kissing your forehead telling you that he was going to work

and that you were grounded

so you’d call billy up when he drove away, cancelling your plans for that night

and billy would just be like “babe that’s totally fine, i can climb through your window like every other time”

so you’d reluctantly agree

that night you’d be waiting in your room, your dad and el already retreated to bed

and billy would arrive, knocking on your window three times to alert you that he was there and about to climb in so you didn’t throw a lamp at him

like you did the first time he tried to sneak in to surprise you

the window would be wide open as your boyfriend tried to clamber in

and usually he could do it without a problem

but for some fucking reason this time his leg got caught on the window ledge and he fell face first onto the floor with a loud bang

and you’d clench your jaw and listen for any sign that he woke your lil household up

when nothing came you’d ask him if he was okay and he’d nod before giving you a kiss and muttering a “i missed you so much” into your mouth

you’d giggle and be like “but you saw me yesterday”

which would pull the cheesy response of “still, that’s too long” from your boyfriend who was now hovering over you on your bed for a make out

and then you’d hear it

a loud set of knocking on your door followed by the familiar voice of your dad

“Y/N, i swear to god if i walk in your room and hargrove is there i will ground you for the rest of your life!”

billy would scramble off you, fucking the both of you up by falling off your bed and let out a string of “shit! fuck! my back!”

you’d be like “shut the fuck up!” while trying not to giggle at your boyfriend who was trying to crawl under your bed

and with that your dad would storm in

his cheeks red in anger and you’d just sigh and tell billy to get up

billy was seriously considering throwing a pillow at hopper and just nose diving out your window

hopper would stare at the both of you before his gaze settled on the mullet-headed boy who was most definitely scared shitless

you’d notice billy beginning to panic 

we all know our baby would get flashbacks of his dad storming into his room the exact same way with the same facial expression

so you’d be quick to jump off your bed and rush over to your boyfriend who’s eyes glistened with unshed tears and his breathing became erratic

and you’d pull him into your arms, gently shushing him and speaking sweet nothings into his ear

all while hopper just stood there in confusion watching you calm billy down

and all hop could think was “fuck did i really scare the kid that bad?”

however once billy was calm and seated on your bed hopper would ask what the hell just happened 

and you were going to tell him to let it go, but billy would tell you that it was okay

finally feeling like it was time to tell an authority figure what was going on in his house

once hop found out he’d realise why billy was seemingly so self-destructive

and also see how much you both relied on each other 

especially the curly haired californian boy who was constantly looking to you for reassurance while he told hopper the stuff his piece of shit father did to him

you best believe hopper would try his best to get billy out of that fucking house

he’s the chief of police and has somewhat of a pull

he’d also tell billy that he was welcome over anytime he needed to get away while the investigation into neil happened

billy would be so grateful for your dad!!

they’d probably end up becoming bros as fuck

like you’d come home to find them both watching a baseball match with each other, beers in both their hands as they looked up to greet you before going back to the game

or sometimes you’d find them both trying to teach el how to read and do homework

el would also end up adoring billy

and although it would lowkey feel like your dad and sister were stealing your boyfriend

you knew that billy had never had a stable family life and that your lil family of misfits was becoming the closest thing to the family he had never had before

iM SOFT™️ 

Holy fuck does this look like a Batfam gathering or what?!!

There’s Jason (Noah), Babs, Steph sitting on Cass and Duke BRUH

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

Don’t scroll past this. Kylie Armstrong was diagnosed with breast cancer and these small dimples were the only signs. She posted the image on Facebook so everyone knows that “that breast cancer is not always a detectable lump.” Here’s how Kylie is doing today.

(If you’re not sure how to do a self breast exam, instructions can be found at BreastCancer.org.)

Underground Kings

Part 4 of the “Call Out My Name” series.

WARNINGS: Mentions of smut

Author’s note: we’re back with some fluffy flash back y/n and john :’) i’m thinking of including gifs of young keanu for the flashback scenes just to set the vibe and then a more current john wick gif for the present tense stuff just so you can visualize how much time had passed by between these two. Thanks for all the notes, i appreciate every single one of them, especially feedback! -samantha 🖤

Translations: 1. “Pochemu, mama?” ↠ Why, mother? 2. “Moya dorogaya” ↠ my darling 3. “zvyozdochka” ↠ little star

Warm puffs of air tickled the back of your neck. It was still dark outside. A single candle burned throughout the entirety of your night. The clock on your wall read 2’o clock in the morning. You both still had plenty of time to sleep. The director was not requiring early sessions like usual. You sighed in relief, snuggling back into the body behind you. The warmth of his bare skin insulated through you. You loved these moments with him. Silence. Skin on skin contact. Nothing on your minds besides each other. Your bed was almost like a safe haven to the world of guns and hitmen just outside your room.

“Why’re you awake?” He slurred sleepily.

You shrugged.

“Muscle memory, I guess.” You rasped. “Why are you awake?”

He wrapped his arms tighter around you before kissing your shoulder and leaving his head there.

“Felt you wake up.” He mumbled.

Jardani looked at the clock and pouted.

“I thought I tired you out enough to at least sleep completely through the night,” He chuckled lazily.

You blushed furiously, quickly tossing yourself around to face him. A mischievous, sleepy grin was etched on his handsome face. His warm eyes still hazy and barely opened. His hair tousled.

“Bold of you to assume I’d be getting any sleep period. You’re the one that snuck in here, dumb ass.” You retorted.

“Hey,” He whined. “we got some sleep,”

“Because no one decided to constantly check the hallway like we’re in some juvenile prison or some shit. How do you not get caught sneaking out of you room all the time?” You mumbled, pressing your face into his chest.

“And we were quiet,” He purred, ignoring your question completely. His hands roamed up and down your back. They got lower each time they descended until you felt him grope a handful of your ass.

“Oh my god!” You quietly whined in embarrassment, pulling up the comforter and wrapping it around you head.

He stifled a loud laugh, biting down on his fist as he stared at your adoringly.

“My little babushka,” He cooed, sprinkling your face with kisses. “Don’t be embarrassed, I love the little noises you make.”

You returned the gesture, meshing your mouth with his passionately.

“I want it to be like this forever,” You whispered.

“Me too, baby. Me too,” He moaned, rolling on top of you. You felt his member stiffen against your core.

“Now c’mere, beautiful. We have a couple more hours.”

John took in your appearance and frowned.

“That’s not the shirt you were wearing when you left.” He noted.

You shook your head dismissively.

“Just had a run in.” You stated calmly.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you down to sit on the couch.

“Tell me.” He said calmly, kneeling in front of you to unbuckle the ankle strap on your heels before removing them. You watched him in slight awe, you jaw slack. Having him back was still a shock to your system. That, and because no one had taken care of you for years. Not since him. After John, you sought out no nurturing or affection from anyone besides yourself.

“An old client got handsy. Viktor Ivar.” You stated.

“Eleazar’s son.” He recalled, placing your shoes side by side next to your coffee table.

“Yeah.” You confirmed. “I took care of it though.” You assured.

“By...?”

You smiled at him sheepishly.

“I, uh, I shot his dick. Twice. And his hand.”

John rose an eyebrow up at you, an amused expression on his face. He patted your thighs with his hands in praise.

“Atta girl.” He chuckled, standing up to gather his coat and blazer.

“As much as I love staying here with you, it’s not safe for you.” He said solemnly.

“Where are you going to go?” You inquired.

“The Bowery King was housing me.” He stated. “If you’re in, he’d like to meet with you.”

“I’ve been in.” You spoke.

The smallest smile appeared on his face. He snapped his fingers at his dog.

“Lets go then.”

You discreetly sought out one of the Bowery King’s men. He provided you safe passage to the underground kingdom until finally, you were face to face with the man himself. He looked like he had gone through hell and back. Bandages that had soaked with blood covered him.

“Athena. It’s always an honor seeing you.” He greeted formally.

“Same to you, my friend. You look horrible.” You joked.

He rolled his eyes and gestured between you amd John.

“How is it that you two know each other?” He asked pointedly.

You and John shared an awkward glance. You have never spoken of your relationship with anyone but each other.

“We were...trained together.” John stated slowly.

The Bowery King shot the both of you a knowing look.

“Whatever you say,” He chuckled. “And the dog? How did you get him back? I was under the impression that Winston had him.”

“He did.”

“I got him back.”

You then began to retell your hunch to the Bowery King and informed him and John of your interection with Winston. John stiffened when you relayed Winston’s message to him.

“I don’t trust him quite yet.” You declared. “For all we know giving the dog back might have been a pawn.”

“I agree. There’s no promise that he’s on our side yet.” John added.

“I got eyes on him.” The King informed.

He looked at you and John seriously.

“Shit’s about to go down. I suggest you get all of your affairs in order before it does.”

John stared down at you empathetically. You gulped and nodded.

“I just have one more person to see.”

Despite it being years since your last visit, stepping inside the Ruska Roma brought all kinds of flashbacks to you. Good and bad. No in between. The goons at the front doors were there to do their usual search, which included attempting to take expensive articles for their own gain.

“The earrings and necklace, ma’am.” The shortest one said smugly.

“These are Dior, fuck off.” You snarked.

The man abruptly stood up only to be shoved back into his chair by the man on the left. He leaned down to whisper something into the tiny man’s ear. The man went pale, his eyes wide as he quickly nodded his head.

“G-go ahead, miss. Enjoy.”

You refrained from rolling your eyes before taking a deep breath and entering the auditorium doors. Your ears were assaulted with classical music as it boomed throughout the building. The director was in her usual seat watching a girl rehearse over, and over, and over again. The same way you used to do. You made your way to her, quietly taking the seat next to her. Neither of you turned to acknowledge the other.

You were the first to speak up.

“You gave him my address.” You said wittingly.

She remained stoic, eyes never leaving the daner in front of her once.

“I did.” She affirmed.

You turned your body to face her, face twisted in confusion.

“Why?” You let out, your voice barely above a whisper. “After years of keeping me away from him, why now?”

She gave you no answer. Just remained still. Her behavior irked you. You felt all of the built up impatience inside you explode.

“Pochemu, mama?!” You said loudly.

“Anya, enough!” She yelled to the dancer.

The girl quickly scurried off the stage away from the director’s wrath. The director finally turned and faced you. Her usual calm exterior slowly faded away.

“You want to know why, moya dorogaya?” She repeated. “Because the decision was no longer in my hands.”

You scoffed in disbelief and anger.

“It was never your choice, it was mine and his!” You argued.

“No, it was not!” She yelled.

You fell into a tense silence. You stared at your hands placed neatly on your lap like the polite, obedient lady you were trained to be. Not knowing how to handle all of the emotions hitting you. Your hands were gripped into a pair of aged ones wrapped in bandages. You looked up at her in worry.

“Do you know what they would have done if they found out about you and Jardani? What they would do to him for sneaking into your room every night? What they would do to you had they known you were copulating in this house?” She stressed.

“They would have punished him severely. They would make you watch him reach the brink of death until they were satisfied, then send you off to be a rich man’s whore!

“Do you see the power you have? You grew up here, in these very walls, being put through the wringer just like everybody else. Now you come back, and everyone bows down at your feet. They kiss the ground you walk on like you’re some deity. They would have taken all of that away from you.”

You grit your teeth bitterly as tears streamed down your face. The director gently cupped your face and patted them away with a handkerchief.

“They would have ruined you. I had to end it before they did.” She whispered. “As much as Jardani said he came here for passage to Casablanca, I know he didn’t. He came back for you.”

You placed your hands on top of hers, running your thumbs over the bandages.

“What did they do to you?” You whimpered.

“Shhh, zvyozdochka. I will be alright.” She assured.

“I’m going to do it. I’m going to make them pay.” You seethed.

“I know you will.” She agreed. “I’ve always known you and him would find your back way back to eachother. I just needed to let destiny take its course.”

When you arrived home John was seated at your couch in your living room.

“What are you doing here?” You asked in surprise, your voice still hoarse.

He stared at you with the softest gaze he could manage.

“I figured you could use some company,” He spoke softly.

You took a deep breath as you felt more tears rise to the surface. You looked up at him, mouth open with no words coming out. You felt more exposed than you have ever felt in your entire life. Your vulnerability showcased itself shamelessly.

“Oh, sweetheart. Come here.”

You scurried into his arms without missing a beat. John situated you into his lap, pulling your heels off like he had done earlier in the day before wrapping his arms around you. The feeling of them brought back so many memories. The late nights spent in your old bedroom. Sneaking away from rich businessmen at galas and into his arms for a dance. Rehearsals when he would effortlessly lift you up into the air with the clouds. Memories that had potential.

You wondered what it would be like if he had married you instead, as horrible as it felt to blatantly disregard the late Helen Wick.

You wondered what it would be like to be in her place; waking up next to John every morning, sipping coffee out of his and hers mugs while watching the news.

You wondered if she knew that she held your entire world in her palms.

And when she died, you wondered if John felt what it was like when you lost him. When a part of you died and along with it, the bright young girl with promises.

“How is she?” John asked hesitantly.

“They came for her. For helping you. Stuck a sword right through her hands.”

A solemn silence fell between the both of you.

“I never meant for anyone to get hurt.” He said apologetically.

“I know. I wouldn’t choose this for anyone.” You rasped. “Not even my worst enemy.”

“Things are going to change, Y/N.” John began. “I want you to know that you don’t have to do this.”

“I want to, Jardani.” You said, turning around on his lap to craddle his face.

You stared deeply into his almond eyes.

“We owe it to ourselves to take back what we lost.”

PART 5

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Home Sweet Home - Spencer Reid X Reader

Description: Reader is extremely horny and is waiting for Spencer to finally get back home to release her pent up sexual frustration while helping Spence relax after a long case.

Spencer Reid X (female) Reader

Category: smut (NSFW)

Rating: Explicit

Contents:  Female masturbation, Oral (female receiving), Penetrative sex, Unprotected sex/Creampie

Word Count: 3,860

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I loved my boyfriend with all my heart, therefore I supported him in doing anything and everything he loved and made him happy. Spencer Reid sure loved his job with a burning passion. There was only one tiny drawback about the said job, and that was the traveling. Don’t get me wrong, I am extremely proud of my boyfriend and understand that as an FBI agent on the Behavioral Analysis Unit traveling was part of the job, but my hormones didn’t.

Spencer had been away for a week, and I could not deal with this any longer. I tried to suppress my pent up sexual frustration in any way I could and patiently wait for my boyfriend to come back. I tried painting, listening to music, cleaning the apartment, I even read two of the books Spence left on his nightstand. However, nothing seemed to work. I wasn’t aware my sexual frustration could get any worse until it did.

Still half asleep, my first thought at 9:00 am was Spencer’s hands; how well my breasts fit into his palms, how small I felt as he grabbed me by my waist, how nice his fingers felt in my mouth. Even small mundane daily actions got my core pulsating; I missed being able to see him sit on the couch reading a book and slowly lick the tips of his slender, long fingers as he turned a page, I missed seeing his fingers gracefully jump around his new piano’s keys, I missed seeing his whole morning routine and how he rolled up his shirt sleeves and tied his tie.

There were many perks to living with Spencer, his apartment felt like home since the first day I walked into the living room, but maybe that’s just the feeling I get when I’m with him. I feel at home, safe and protected, an unexplainable peace embracing me, only felt when I’m around him. Living with Spencer had been a great way to spend more time together without having to drive back and forth between apartments. But one of my favorite perks was the fact that I could steal his clothes whenever I wanted to; specifically, his beautiful collection of cardigans.

Realizing I couldn’t go another day being sex-deprived, and given the fact sex wasn’t a possibility at the time, I went for the next big thing. Masturbation. It wasn’t my boyfriend’s dick, but my fingers will have to do for now. So I slowly removed my pajamas, jumped out of bed, and headed straight to my boyfriend’s closet with a very specific cardigan in mind. He wasn’t one to wear a lot of black clothing despite having many neutral colors in his closet, therefore, it wasn’t very hard to spot his all black, Comme des Garçons cardigan. As soon as it was in my hands, I lazily smiled; his earthy scented cologne filling my nostrils as I put it on over my naked body. I take a second to enjoy the feeling of the soft fabric against my body and continue to take in his scent.

I head back to bed excited to get my much-needed release. However, I take my time, needing to savor it as much as possible. As I lay down, my hands go straight to my breasts, one to each, slowly pinching my nipples in between my fingers. I don’t spend too much time on my breasts as I continue to run my hands down my belly going south.

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Problems of being a fangirl

Asexual as fuck for actual people.

Slutty bisexual for fictional characters.