It’s Becoming A Beach Episode Situation…..will Post Later

She knows where home is fr ❤️

the way ellie killed 182 people in seattle and still came home in time to fuck this pussy

Your honor, I love him.

Outside of D&D, I am no hero. I see danger and I just turn heel and run. Or at least that’s what I’ve learned about myself this week. The only reason I came in here was ‘cause those ladies came in straight after you. Now, I was too ashamed to be the one who stayed behind.

Joseph Quinn as Eddie Munson in STRANGER THINGS 4

Oh god chubby!bucky having this body type he would rail me but with soft dom vibes 😌

i have watched this so many times holy shit 😳 this screams soft dom bucky looking at you and being like “open your mouth for me pretty girl. gonna get my fingers ‘n wet before they’re curled ‘side you.”

I’m fucking sliding down the wall sobbing crying throwing up

it’s the heart eyes druig has for makkari after he says “deal” and she smirks for me

I’m gonna have a stroke this is so good

Hot Venom (Adrian Chase/Vigilante x fem!reader)

Rated: Mature, Explicit 18+

Word Count: 8.2k oh my god I am sorry 

Warnings: smut, explicit language, mentions of blood/injury, stitches, mentions of violence, vaginal fingering, oral (female & male receiving), overstimulations, multiple orgasms, unprotected vaginal sex (dont be a dick, wrap that stick), brief titty fuckin (lmk if I missed anything please!!)

You hate Vigilante. 

At least—that’s what you tell yourself and everyone else.

It’s easy enough. You’re not a normally personable person anyhow and so the biting responses and quips blend with the act.  

It’s unfortunate how well you work with him—so much so that it’s nearly impossible to shake him from your side. Fuck—even Chris commented on it. 

Avoid, avoid, avoid. It’s all you can do.  

Sadly, there comes a time, following the rather rough mission, that you are abandoned before all your problems and mixed anxieties. A cruel punishment the universe has bestowed upon you—

“Wan’t a ride home?” 

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Okay, so I’ve been wanting to write a a Logan x OC fanfic with the OC as a professor at Charles school and I wrote the first chapter (really short cause its just sort of a bit of background) and I thought I’d post it here just to see how people would receive it!

(Also this is set when she’s about fifteen, the actual first chapter is going to be a major time jump, so through the fic she’ll be about 30)

Warnings: runaway teen (?), sleeping in a diner, she thinks Charles is kinda weird, not proof read lmao, nothing else I don’t think?

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She woke up cold. Her lashes flutter against her cheeks, sore with sleep. It was too frigid in the small diner, the heater did little in the winter and they had put her right by the door that let in a breeze every time it swung open; biting her skin. Her own attire wasn’t much help either, she thought.

The too-big sweatshirt hanging off her shoulders wasn’t thick enough to keep her warmer than her own body heat could, and her jeans were still wet from falling into the snow outside of the empty diner. The only warmth she had was from the thick leather boots on her feet that were two sizes too big.

The heavy thrill of hail outside the small diner window was a heavy patter in her ear drums. The bright beaming twenty-four hour sign hummed against the window, the fluorescent light flickering harsh blue and red light.

She pressed her open palm to the side of her cheek, eyes looming over the other patrons. Most of the diner was vacant, the waitresses bide behind the counters and the heavy steam of coffee burned in the air. She felt hunger nestle in the pit of her empty stomach, if she had enough shoved away in her rucksack she could get pancakes, if she had enough energy she wouldn’t need to pay for them at all. But she had a feeling she would.

She pushed against the table, stretching carefully, ignoring the always present ache in her limbs. Her fingers pushed against her scalp, feeling against her boyish cut hair.

It was just getting long enough for the curls to furl beside her ear, but it still bristled against her fingers. It made people stare less the more it grew, and she was thankful. Soon enough she’d attract even less attention.

Maryn could hear the soft clicking of heels, it was the waitress, she could hear the whisper of her thoughts flutter against her skull. Her mind was always hazy after sleeping, so none of the whispers were coherent enough for her to understand. She didn’t look up until she was right beside the table.

“You want anything, sweetheart?” She had a pot of coffee in her hand, and a southern lilt in her voice. “You’ve been here a while, you must be hungry.”

If she had noticed Maryn sleeping only moments ago she didn’t mention it, but her thoughts fluttered with concern.

“Pancakes?” Maryn blinked up at her.

The waitress nodded, her name tag read Hellen. She had blonde straw-like hair and yellow rimmed glasses.

“How about some chocolate chip pancakes, huh? Knock your socks right off.” She smiled, and Maryn nodded, unwilling to deny the indulgence. “I’ll get those right out, sweet pea.”

She walked away, bright red shoes clicking as she did. She was nice.

Maryn sunk back into her seat, one of the waitresses turned on a radio and through the storm the music didn’t sound like it had any words, covered by static, but its gentle tune was nice enough.

She rubs the ache over her tired eyes, she’d have to walk further when the sun finally came up. If her jeans dried before she left the diner maybe she’d make it further than she did today. Just the thought of more walking made her head throb and ache.

Hitching a ride wasn’t a far idea for her, but didn’t like all the questions that came with asking for help. They can’t help it, always the most obvious questions first, Where are your parents? Are you all alone? Shouldn’t you be in school? She was tired of it.

The soft jingle of the bell hanging over the door rang lightly as it swung open. Maryn tugged her sweater closer when the biting breeze crept through the sleeves.

Another soft flutter of whispers filled her head, she ignored them. She didn’t care to hear anyone else's thoughts. But they grew closer, until someone was coming up beside her table again, and then the whispers were gone.

“Hello.” An accented voice greeted. “Mind if I join you?”

She looked up at the man beside her table, her eyes trailing up the silvery metal of the wheelchair he was sitting in before his face.

He was older, weathered and looked at her with a familiar kind of smile while wearing the nicest suit she had ever seen. A deep blue with a matching tie and one of those pieces of fabric people shove into the chest pocket. It made him stand out, looking strange in the rickety diner.

She doesn’t say anything, but he picks up the menu at the other end of the table and she doesn’t stop him.

“I’m Charles Xavier.” He said warmly, he extended a hand, “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

She looked at his hand curiously before reaching out to shake it slowly. His hand is warm.

“Hi.” She said, wearily. He looks at their joined hands when they touch.

“Cold,” He smiles, “I’d imagine this is the warmest place around these parts.”

“For a few miles.” Maryn shrugs, he didn't seem like the worst person to have a conversation with.

“Did you walk yourself here?” She nodded. “The next town isn’t for miles. You must be exhausted.”

She shrugged, again. She felt how she always felt. Cold, tired, achy. His eyes trail over the rucksack tucked into her side.

“Is that all your things?” She nodded, tugging her bag closer.

“What I can carry.” She tells him. He hums.

“It looks heavy. Must have been difficult in this weather.”

“It’s alright.”

“If you say so.” He smiles.

She nods.

Charles, the strange British man, didn’t seem annoyed by her silence, but she was rather perturbed by his. His mind was completely silent, not a single whisper.

Usually she couldn’t keep other people’s thoughts away, only if she really concentrated she could quiet the noise down for a little bit, but it’s like his mind was completely empty.

Her dark fawn-like eyes trail up his head. She usually didn’t have to focus so much, and even now as she did, she heard nothing.

You won’t get anything up here, Maryn.

She jumped in her seat.

“Alright, baby, I got your pancakes and–oh,” Hellen came back with a hot steaming stack of chocolate chip pancakes. She looked between the two, eyeing Charles, “Is everything alright over here?”

“Yes, splendid, could I get some coffee, please? And,” He pauses to look at Maryn, “A milkshake, for my friend.”

There was only one milkshake on the menu, vanilla.

Hellen looks at her first, and then back at him.

“Of course. Coming right up, sugar.” And she clicks away again.

Charles smiled at her, kindly.

“It’s rude to snoop, you know.” He says, though there’s not much sternness in his tone.

“Most people don’t seem to mind.” She said plainly.

Charles dipped his head with a funny smile.

“I’m sure they don’t.”

“How do you know my name?” She asked, picking up her fork and butter knife as she did. She was curious but still starving. She grabbed the syrup at the end of the table, smothering her cakes.

“Because I have been keeping an eye on you for quite some time, Maryn.” He admits, watching her scarf down her pancakes like they’d run away from her. “You are very special.

“Special" isn't the word most people use.” She says out of the edge of her mouth, still chewing.

“We are not most people.” Charles hums.

“Yeah,” she muttered plainly.

“I’ll admit, your…capabilities are more advanced than I’ve seen in others your age.” He observed, “It’s quite impressive.”

Maryn doesn’t say anything to that. She didn’t have anything to say. Charles continues.

“You know, most mutant children I find are often in groups. They find one another, and protect each other.” His fingers drum on the fake carved plastic, “You remain by yourself. Have you not met others?”

She cuts jaggedly into her pancakes.

“I have.” She chews.

“And what happened?”

She thought about not telling him, then she thought he already knew and was just waiting for her to say it. Either way, he waits patiently across from her, waiting for her to say something; same gentle look in his eye.

“There's something inside me.” She admits, dubiously, “It scares people.”

“Does it scare you?” Again, she doesn’t answer.

Charles looked at her for a long time, she almost thought he was going to go away, leave her there, growing frustrated with her insolence. But he doesn’t. Instead, he looks at her with the same familiar smile.

“I have a school.” He says, “It’s not much now, barely a handful of students, even less teachers, but I created it for gifted children. Children like you.”

Maryn stared at him, her fork stabbing a piece of pancake on her plate.

“A school?”

He nods.

“I’d very much like you to attend.” He tells her, eyes looking her over, “Perhaps I can help you.

He seems to mean it. It’s the first time she can’t see into someone’s mind to know if they’re telling the truth or not, but she has a feeling, an unfamiliar feeling, that she can trust him.

She looked down at her plate, “What if you can’t?”

Charles looks at her carefully.

“Then maybe I can help you learn to control it.” Maryn looks up at him. “At the least, you’ll have a warm bed, food. Clothes that fit.”

For the first time since they started talking, she smiles. It’s small, but it’s there.

“Alright, a coffee for you,” They both looked at Hellen as she came back, “And a milkshake for you, Angel.”

“Yes, we’ll have the check please.” Charles says kindly. Then he places his forefinger and his middle finger to his temple and looks Hellen in the eyes,“You will not remember us once we leave.”

Maryn watches the waitress's eyes glaze over from behind her glasses before she smiles again.

“I’ll get that right out for you.”

Maryn looked at Charles.

“Can I do that?”

“We shall see, won’t we?” His lips spread into a thin smile. “Finish your pancakes.”

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Omg I feel so anxious I literally have never done this before 😭 but please let me know what you guys think! If I do decide to post the whole fic it’ll prob be on ao3 just cause I plan to make it pretty long/slow burn

But I hope u guys like it 🙌🙌

Abby Anderson squeezing her thighs so tight around my head while I’m making her feel good she could quite literally snap my neck. My face and ears are all red after I come up and it’s like a reward

Maybe I’m just feeling hateful but crybaby!reader is always SCARRYYY similar to LITERALLL childrens behavior is so horrifying to see in so many fanfics what are we doing y’all

ELLIE P꩜RN LINKS. mdni (18+)

⪩⪨ CONTENT WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. smut. fem!reader. use of cunt. p 0 r n links below so interact with this at your own risk! these videos include faces fitting, oral receiving on both ends, cunnilingus, use of strap (r!r), reverse and standard cowgirl positions, mutual masturbation, backshots, and orgasms. all videos are from twitter and the hub!

◜◡◝ NOTE: surpriseeeee! i haven't been active too much but i did get a chance to make this for you filthy things ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽ . i hope you guys enjoy this while i work on other things! minors please do not interact or you'll be blocked, i do look. do not watch this with your sound up or in a public setting!! thank you for all of the support and don't forget to like/reblog!! <3 feel free to save btw!

☆⺌ ellie's favorite pass time being you sitting on her face for long periods of time, using her mouth as if it wasn't attached to a whole person. her hands can't seem to find a place to settle as you grind hard and slow onto her tongue, too eager to reach your third orgasm to acknowledge the fact that ellie can only go so long without breathing (not that she minds of course).

☆⺌ ellie has no problem manhandling you around when you squirm and run from her eager mouth that has yet to disconnect from you. she ignores your whines and pleads of desperation for her to stop, only forcing you back onto her mouth with strong arms before fucking you dumb on her tongue in return of your third orgasm that night.

☆⺌ if you were capable of thinking right now, you'd estimate that you've officially been fucked into seven different positions by ellie. you don't know when you got home or how your clothes came off, but you were bent onto your hands and knees, ellie's hands tight around the expanse of your hips and her pelvic area slamming into your backside with every mean thrust she gives. by the grin settled between her cheeks when you look back, you think seven might become right.

☆⺌ the whimpers and screams of ellie's name that leave your filthy mouth only urges her to fuck into you deeper. her hands are locked at the back of your knees, pushing both legs into your chest just for each push inside of your soaking cunt to send jolts of pleasure through the core of your body. you've yet to say anything but her name and 'please' and she's well aware you aren't begging her to stop.

☆⺌ ellie pulling you back and forth dead on her strap, cheeks burning when she can't stop smiling at your voice begging and urging her to keep going, but harder and faster and deeper. she'd lean down a bit and ask you while pushing the arch in your back deeper with the front of her body, her dick now reaching unthinkable places. "is this deep enough, baby?"

☆⺌ your breath is warm against ellie's neck as you huff and pant from the pent of energy inside of you, every bit going into grinding yourself on her strap. there's a pair of hands gripping the fat of your ass, squeezing and pulling encouragingly, paired with slight thrusts of her own, unable to help the ache in her own clit that only seems to go away with every bump of the strap from your movements against her.

☆⺌ there's a consistent pattern of sounds that's heard throughout the room. lewd and vulgar slapping noises sounding from the movements of you bouncing up and down repeatedly on ellie's lap. she's laid back tonight, letting you do most of the work and you truly don't mind. to see the amazed look in her eyes, her lips pulled apart and the pull of her eyebrows after the strap grinds against her clit just right. she's so beautiful and ellie is only thinking the same thing.

☆⺌ you're so appreciative of your girl, so you figured it was time to return the favor. you're happy on your hands and knees as ellie holds the back of your head to keep you still, rubbing herself back and forth on your tongue with restricted moans and poorly hidden cries. "ah fuck, y/n. mouth is so good, baby, gonna cum all over it, kay?" her voice is laced with this dominance that never seems to leave no matter her position and you're more than happy to oblige.

☆⺌ it's 1pm and it looks like the two of your overslept once again, but instead of leaving bed to be productive, you decide to do so in other ways. not too soon after waking you, you find your naked body pull tight against ellie's equally naked body, slowly you two move against each other's lean thighs, sighing deeply at the feeling of burning skin rubbing against your throbbing clits. she smiles at the kisses you give to her cheeks and chapped lips, returning the love as her hands caress every inch of your hot skin with her cold fingertips. you're almost 100% sure this is why they call them 'good mornings'