#my Writing

[write-on-world]

[deers-and-queers]

I had a favorite fetish blog on here that was deactivated some time ago unfortunately. I used to send regular anon messages, usually complimenting their writing or exchanging ideas. I’m finding myself wanting something like that again, maybe less one sided. I’ll have to see where this blog takes me I guess

[allsteddie]

Eddie complains non-stop when the weather is cold.

It's kinda funny, really, because he's always saying how he hates summer and the stifling hot weather, but he's no better when it gets cold. Robin ran out of patience to deal with it a long time ago, but Steve thinks it's cute.

"My hands are getting numb," Eddie whines, pouting like a kid and dramatically laying his upper body over the counter at Family Video. "I think they are freezing for real."

"Then wear gloves next time, dumbass," Robin says, from her place at the register.

"You're so mean, Buckley."

Steve chuckles. "Here, let me," he says, taking Eddie's cold hands and rubbing them with his gloved ones.

His cheeks burn, but he can't take his eyes off his and Steve's joined hands.

"Please, stop flirting in front of me."

"Mean, Buckley. Mean!!" he then turns to Steve. "Keep going, sweetheart. Don't listen to the mean lady."

[kiplex]

You hated parties. They were loud, overstimulating, and there were too many strangers. So when Gideon invited you and Caleb to a party he was having you were hesitant to say the least. You thought having your boyfriend there, your emotional support Caleb, you would be fine; especially once you had a little bit of alcohol in your system. But alas, the universe has a different plan for tonight.

You're three cups of something deep, probably some vodka and a splash of juice, and glued to the side of the wall which were vibrating with how loud the music was, the hum of people yelling over the music certainly wasn't helping. Caleb was god knows where, the second you guys got to the party Gideon whisked him away to go take shots with him and some of the guys they went to college with. Your finger drums a consistent beat against your red plastic cup, your eyes scan the room for any sign of him. Sure, you could go and talk to people, mingle a bit but… Something in your stomach lurches at the thought of doing that.

You take another small sip. You pull out your phone check to the time. “You're Colonel Xia's girlfriend right?" Someone shouts to your left. He looked about the same age as Caleb. “Ah! Yeah! Yeah I am." Your voice wobbles, slightly startled. “Man, he is one lucky guy. I was assigned to his fleet shortly after he took over." The man extends his hand offering his name, that you definitely don't catch. Instead you politely smile, shaking his hand and yelling your name back over the music.

He starts going on and on about fleet stuff, with the amount of liquor in your body you really can't make heads or tails of it, you just politely nod. He wasn't a bad guy or anything, you just clearly were uncomfortable and didn't want to be there. When you feel a hand wrap around your waist, you nearly jump ten feet in the air. “Woah woah! Pips, it's me." Caleb's voice is soft in your ear. Your whole body immediately relaxes into his touch. “Oh Colonel! Good to see you off duty." The man you're talking to acknowledges his superior. “Good to see you too, if you don't mind I'm gonna steal her away for a bit." Caleb smiles at the man. You are always in awe of how charming and charismatic Caleb is naturally. He makes it look effortless.

The man nods, and Caleb grabs your wrist taking you to a free spot farther down the wall. His body blocks your view of the crowd, his cologne flooding your senses calming your nervous system down exponentially. " You okay pretty girl?” He asks, his hands cupping your cheeks intentionally making you maintain eye contact with him. Regardless you down cast your eyes. " I'm fine.” You answer, not wanting to ruin this night for him.

He rarely gets time off, let alone gets to spend it with his friends. His eyebrows furrow. " No you aren't.” He sighs, pulling you against his chest before wrapping his arms around you. " Pips, I've known you, your whole life. I know when you're lying to me.” He kisses the top of your head. " Let me ask you again. Are you okay?” He repeats gently. You shake your head no into his chest. "Not really, it's loud and I'm a little tipsy and… I'm sorry Caleb." Your eyes gloss over slightly, tears threatening to spill over.

He pulls you back a bit so he can look at you. “Aw you sweet girl, don't apologize. You've never really been big on this stuff. I'm proud of you for even tagging along with me. Even Gideon was singing praises about you being here tonight… I mean I did shove him for talking about my girlfriend like that, but semantics.” You giggle slightly.

Caleb kisses your forehead. " Do you wanna get the hell out of here?" He asks, grinning at you. “Are you sure? I know you don't get to do this often…" You mumble. He smiles, shaking his head. “I already got to hang out with Gideon for a while, besides my girlfriend is clearly overstimulated and trying to be brave for me. That's my job Pips, how dare you steal my thunder." He squeezes you slightly. You lean up kissing him gently. “Let's go home." He grabs your hand again, leading you through the sea of people out the door. “Oh also, if I see you talking to another man at a party again I won't be so kind next time, I can promise you that. " You roll your eyes, a dumb smile on your face. If you're being honest, you wouldn't have it any other way.

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[corrodedheartsclub]

I’m Dumb She’s a Lesbian

Steddie. Modern au. Getting together. Platonic Stobin. 1685 words.

Steve’s used to people mistaking him and Robin as a couple. Unfortunately, he’s not used to Eddie’s form of problem solving.

After trying to explain to Eddie, without success, that him and Robin are purely platonic, he mistakenly admits that he did have a crush on her briefly, but once he knew it was never going to happen, they’ve become best friend. Platonic soulmates even.

“It’s honestly so for the best, Eddie. We weren’t meant to be a couple. We’re like cosmically linked on a whole other level.” Ok, Steve might be a little high, but he really believe him and Robin are meant to be in the most platonic way possible. He’s laying on Eddie’s bed, the joint their sharing nearly gone, and he can’t help the goofy smile that splits across his face. “Eddie, you know… I actually-”

“You guys are perfect together though! You’re always together, laughing and leaning on each other. How could there be no chance?” Eddie laments.

Steve shakes his head and groans, turning his face into the sheet. Eddie was hopeless.

“You’ve just gotta find the right timing.” Eddie doesn’t understand a world where anyone would shoot down this newly evolved Harrington. He���s perfect, and if Eddie can’t have him, he’ll make it his personal mission to get Steve and Robin together.

Steve’s watching him, wondering what the heck is going on in that head of his. Eddie was a mystery to him.

-

Kicking off his plan, Eddie starts by asking them to go to the movies, only to bail at the last minute. “I completely forgot I promised Wayne I’d help him work on the truck. I’m the worst, but no you guys should still go! Enjoy the movie!” He urges them on.

They sit through a cheesy romcom, and by five minutes in, they’re both questioning Eddie’s choice in movies. Never mind that Steve did end up really like it.

“That was weird, right?” Robin questions as they leave the theater.

“Which part?” Steve was finishing the last of his candy by turning over the box. He looks over at her, a mouthful of sour gummy worms.

Robin laughs, “You look like a creature.”

Steve crosses his eyes and laughs.

She’s shaking her head. “Eddie. He’s being weird. Did you notice anything last night when you guys were hanging out?”

“Mostly that he’s gorgeous and still completely oblivious every time I try to tell him how I feel,” Steve grumbles. “Plus, he’s so convinced we should be dating.”

“We? Like, you and I?” Robin mock gags, but then she jumps and smacks Steve’s arm. “That’s it!”

“Ow what the fuck, Buckley? What’s it?”

“He’s trying to parent trap us!”

Steve looks skeptical, but he starts connecting the dots in his head. He gaps. “Oh fuck.”

“Ok, we’ve just gotta sit him down and tell him we’re not together.”

“You could just tell him you’re gay and have a girlfriend. That would probably kill this idea that we belong together. I mean, he’s gay, so you shouldn’t have to worry about him?” Steve suggests.

“I’m just not ready to scream it from the rooftops. Plus, Vickie’s in the closet too, and I don’t want our time together being put under a microscope and risk outing her before she’s ready. I know I can trust Eddie to be supportive, but he’s so loud and proud and though I love that about him, I worry he’d let it slip on accident.”

Steve understands. Eddie is bold and outgoing, and it’s all wonderful. It’s just not what Robin needs right now. He agrees they just need to sit him down and set the record straight.

-

Steve leans against the counter at Family Video. The day’s been painfully slow so far, and he finds himself slow-blinking at the door, dozing off against his better judgment.

The door chimes and shocks him awake. He’s greeted by Dustin dumping a pile of returns in front of him. “Good morning,” he teases.

He rolls his eyes and groans at him. “You watch too many movies.” He yawns through Dustin’s offended scoff.

“Did you just go to the movies last night? Hypocrite!” Dustin defends.

Steve shoots him a look. “How do you know that? Stalking me, kid?”

“I was picking up character sheets from Eddie. He had some extras and I’m prepping for our next campaign. He said you and Robin were out watching a romcom. Are you guys finally dating?”

Steve lets out a small chuckle. “Ah, the man of the hour. No, we’re not dating, and we’ll never be dating. Eddie’s just trying to make something happen. Nosy little shits, the lot of you.”

Dustin looks skeptical. “Why would Eddie want you and Robin together? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“You’re the one that just asked if we’re finally dating, and now you’re flipping the script. Who’s the hypocrite now?” Steve is scanning in the movies and shaking his head.

“I just mean that Eddie wouldn’t want you guys together because he’s totally into you,” Dustin says it like an obvious fact. “He’s always so whiny about it.”

Steve freezes. “What?”

The kid’s eyes widen as he realizes his overstep. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

Steve’s already reaching for the phone. He punches in Robin’s number and points at Dustin while it rings. “You shouldn’t have. We’re going to talk later about not blabbing other people’s secrets. For now- scram.”

Dustin has the hindsight to look remorseful.

Robin answers with a theatric sigh. “Are you so hopeless without me that you must call on my day off?”

“Change of plans. I’m going to catch Eddie in his own trap, and you’re going to help.”

-

It’s all going according to plan. Steve and Robin find that it’s pretty easy to give Eddie the slip on his attempts.

Eddie tries to get Robin and Steve on a romantic date? Oh no, Robin’s got a family emergency. Eddie, you should stay so Steve isn’t all alone.

Lined up for Robin and Steve have to ride the ferris wheel together? Whoops, Robin remembers she’s afraid of heights at the front of the line, quick Eddie switch with her so Steve didn’t wait in this line for nothing.

Eddie sent flowers to Robin at family video with a card that says from Steve. Shame that the order got mixed up, and they went to Steve instead. Oh, but look how Steve blushes at the delivery.

The duo is feeling pretty good about their plan, but Eddie is losing his mind. Instead of fixing his crush, he’s fallen harder than ever. Every time he thinks he’s set the perfect trap, it twists around, and he finds himself spending more time with Steve. He’s not complaining necessarily. Any time alone with Steve makes his heart pound in his chest, but if he can’t have this perfect guy, he’s set on getting him the girl of his dreams.

Alternatively, Robin is starting to find it more and more difficult to explain to Vickie why she’s playing a game of set-up chicken with her friends.

Robin decides it’s time to end Eddie’s misery.

Her and Steve plan an elaborate picnic out at skull rock. There’s a big blanket, tons of pillows, and the most classic picnic basket you’ve ever seen.

Steve is pacing at the tree line. He needs this to go well. His crush had settled deep in his chest, and Steve was sure it was love. He didn’t want to play games with Eddie. It was time for everyone to clear the air and be direct with their feelings, but he couldn’t help the nerves that made him question everything. What if Eddie didn’t like him? Maybe he really did think Steve and Robin belonged together.

He tries to clear his mind. Robin was telling Eddie to come meet him here right about now. He should be here soon. Steve fiddles with his hair, trying to quell the anxiety.

When Eddie finally makes his way through the woods, Steve isn’t sure how to greet him.

Eddie’s surprised at the setup, and he immediately tries to rationalize it before Steve can get a word out. “Did you mean for me to come here? Buckley said you were looking for me, but I can go get her? Or do you need help setting up… I’m not sure you can do much else. It looks perfect.”

Steve is dumbfounded at Eddie’s ability to completely misread his intent, once again.

“No, Eddie, I meant for you to be here. This is for you.” He tries to speak clearly, leaving no room for confusion.

Eddie looks utterly confused. “For me?”

Steve can’t help his fond smile. “Yes, dummy. You. If you can stop trying to set me up with my best friend for a minute, I’ve been trying to ask you out for a while now.”

The man is gaping at him. “No. You’re not serious.”

He groans and tosses his hands up. “Eddie, what do I have to do to convince you?” Steve stares at him for a moment before he gets a bright idea. He stands up straight, walks up to Eddie in two long strides, grabs his face, and kisses him.

Eddie lets out a surprised noise before grabbing at Steve’s arms, waist, hair, anything for purchase to pull him closer.

Steve parts, pressing their foreheads together and keeping Eddie close. Eddie whines softly before looking back at Steve, trying to understand it all.

“I just wanted you to be happy. I didn’t think- I had no idea this was an option. Even if it couldn’t be with me, I just knew you deserved all the happiness,” the words spill out as Eddie reaches up to touch Steve’s face gently, tracing along his jaw reverently.

“I’m in love with you. I tried to get the words out so many times, but I was so nervous for how you’d react.” Steve leans into the touch.

Eddie’s breath hitches. “I love you too.”

-

Later, Robin introduces Eddie to her girlfriend, and he spends the rest of the afternoon apologizing for his schemes.

[skating-rotating]

Me trying to get a single person to talk to me about Cadence frfr

getting a new interest that it feels like nobody gaf about is so excruciating what do you mean people aren't going ham nuts over this thing. please start losing your minds

[semperama]

Strong-Willed, Weak-Kneed

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz Additional Tags: Wall Sex, First Time Words: 5500 Summary:

“Okay,” Eddie says. He’s amazed at how steady his voice sounds, even as he flings them both over the edge of the cliff. “You’ve proven you can hold me up for—thirty seconds. That doesn’t mean you could fuck me like this.”

I wrote this for the @weewookinkmeme! Posting it to AO3 now. :)

[healerqueen]

@scarvenartist

“what’s your writing process” i put a pathetic guy in a blender and blend blend blend

[calzone-d]

thinking about how bob would just have so many little moles and freckles

have yall seen lewis??

and the first time you kiss across all of them, thumbing across them too with such a gentleness- a worship, he’d literally cry!! just so gentle and intimate and no one has ever taken the time to know him so intimately before. no one has ever been so gentle before.

you hold him like he’s made of glass, not glass that you’re scared of breaking. glass that you treasure.

soft sniffles while he cries so so softly.

“whats wrong, lovey?”

“just- just never been touched before, like this. no one’s ever held me like this it’s just.. it’s so much.”

and that night he gets the best sleep he’s had in years, holding onto you like you’re his lifeline.

[sheerfreesia007]

You, Me & the Deep End

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Word count: 2,376

Content warnings: Suggestive, handsy Chan, make out

Summary: On a romantic anniversary trip to Bora-Bora, Chan finds himself completely mesmerized by you, especially when you lounge poolside in a dangerously tempting bikini. What begins as a playful tug-of-war between desire and restraint soon turns into a steamy showdown in the water, where love and lust collide under the island sun.

SKZ Taglist: @kayleefriedchicken, @babigriin, @inlovewithstraykids, @channiesrightasscheek, @kaiyaba

@bookswillfindyouaway, @m-325

Part One: Sunkissed

The bright sun reflects harshly against the cool water as Chan swims lazily in the resort pool. It’s been two years since the first time Chan had been sincere with his feelings for you and kissed you at the pool that one summer. He’s thankful for that day because while he known what his feelings were for you he had never managed to gather the courage to confess or even try to find out how you felt about him. But after that kiss shared between the two of you it was as if you both had just upgraded and evolved your relationship.

The two of you had easily slipped into a romantic relationship as if it was the next step in life. And a relationship with you was so effortless, it was sweet, playful and so loving, something that Chan had always dreamed about with you ever since meeting you. He actually couldn’t even believe that you were dating him even after two years, it was just surreal to him but here you both were celebrating two years together in Bora-Bora on a week-long vacation. You had been adamant that you wanted to vacation far enough away from South Korea that he’d be able to relax and enjoy himself without any stress about work. And at first Chan had been unsure about that choice but now as he moved through the water slowly he couldn't deny that it was a good choice and he feels so relaxed and at ease after only a day here with you. 

Today the two of you had taken a tour of Mount Otemanu which had been a lot of hiking in the sun, something that he really enjoyed because he was always active and never really could sit still for very long. Plus the scenery of it was breathtaking and so worth the hike. You, while not being as active as Chan was, had managed to complete the hike without much trouble and had even teased him that ever since dating him you’d grown more active in your life. 

While the two of you had enjoyed the beautiful scenery around you Chan had managed to sneak a couple of pictures of you without you knowing and had even taken a few couple selfies to send to the boys in the group chat. He was quite proud of some of those candid photos he’d gotten of you, you looked stunning and so at ease that it made his chest tighten with love and affection for you.

But now as he kept half of his face submerged in the water and lazily swam from one side of the pool to the other he could feel himself completely at ease. It was almost euphoric how relaxed he felt the stress of his career and daily life just melted off of him, that was until his eyes darted over to where you lay sprawled out on the lounge chair. You had shocked him earlier when you both entered the pool area, while he had quickly shed his shirt and cannon balled into the pool you had set up the lounge chairs to your liking before slowly removing your cover up. Chan’s eyes had feasted on you when you slowly dragged the flowy cover up over your body before letting the material fall to the lounge chair. Your bikini choice this time was a pretty two piece that had a tropical palm design on it in the colors blue and golden yellow, the material was minimal and showed a lot of your delectable skin which made Chan want to thank the bikini designing gods for creating this scrap of cloth. Not to mention when you had turned around and he saw how cheeky the bottoms of your bikini were he nearly ascended to heaven with appreciation and desire for you.

You being none the wiser had simply flopped down on to the lounge chair and stretched out tiredly in the sun. Chan on the other hand hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of you while he stayed in the pool. It had almost become comical how distracted you made him just by laying out in your pretty bikini in the hot sun. Every few seconds his eyes would dart over to you and trail over your sun kissed skin that was on display for him and he felt himself slowly growing more and more excited as desire swirled within him.

Finally feeling at the end of his tether Chan swam lazily toward the edge of the pool where you’re lounging, the hot golden sunlight casting glitter across the water as he moved slowly through it, his body easily slicing through the still water, his eyes never leaving your dozing form. Almost like he was a predator stalking his unknowing prey. He had tried his hardest to stop stealing glances at your body since you shed your cover-up, but now, he’s given up pretending to look away since your body was like a beacon to him.

When he gets closer his eyes drag slowly from your legs to the curve of your waist, trailing along the stretch of skin before alighting on the blue and golden yellow patterned material covering only a portion of your body. He breathes heavily as he notices the way your bikini hugs every part of your body just right, highlighting and accentuating your features perfectly.

”Hey” he calls out to you, his voice low and playful as a sinful smirk forms on his lunch mouth. Lifting your head slightly from the lounge chair you raise your sunglasses from your face with a questioning brow. The two of you stare at each other in a silent moment before a soft smirk flits across your face before lowering your head once more and letting your sunglasses fall back on your face feigning as if you’re about to go back to lounging but you speak up to him with a knowing tone.

“You need something Chan?” You ask sultrily and he takes in a deep breath as the silky tone of your voice immediately pierced through him and gripped the forming pit in his lower stomach in a tight hold. His body felt coiled and taut as if he was ready to attack you, he just needed you closer.

”Yeah…come here for a second.” He says softly in a slight commanding tone that had you raising an eyebrow at him silently. He kept his stare on you not saying anything else and you huffed softly at him with a soft smile on your face before standing from the lounge chair and walking over to the edge of the pool. 

The moment you’re within striking distance Chan is darting out of the water towards you, you’re surprised by his motion and don’t anticipate his move as his large hand grabs your wrist and yanks you into the pool with him. He grins widely as he watches you burst up from the water gasping loudly as water streams down your face and you whirl to him with a heated glare. Laughter pours out of him absolutely delighted in his successful attack on you and getting you closer to him finally.

”Chan!” You snap at him in a scolding tone as you slap water at him which makes him laugh even more. He wipes his face clear of water before quickly slipping through the water and ensnaring you in his arms before pulling you close to his body.

“Couldn’t resist. You looked too good not to touch.” He rasps out to you in a soft seductive tone as one of his hands glides over your shoulder absentmindedly playing with the strap of your bikini top. His finger traces the path of a droplet of pool water as it races from the top of your shoulder down over your collar bone before being soaked up by the material covering your breast.

Huffing at him and rolling your eyes at his words you try to shove at his chest playfully, but he quickly maneuvers you to straddle his hips wrapping your legs around his waist as he begins to move through the warm water. His strong muscular thighs move underneath your butt and your arms wrap around his neck to keep yourself close to him as he holds you while he moves.

”Stop being a perv.” You grumble at him as you try to curb the smile that has stretched wide across your face. Chan’s eyes sparkle with delight before he leans his head closer to yours.

”Oh baby,” he murmurs softly in your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear making you shiver in his hold, “with this body of yours on full display? You’re lucky I’ve kept my hands to myself this long.” His honest words about his desire for you has your lungs stuttering with air that you can’t seem to catch and he smirks smugly. 

You feel the heat bloom between the two of you despite the water surrounding you. He palms your ass with both hands, pulling you snug agianst him and you shiver as you feel how much his palms cover your flesh that peeks out from your bikini. He’s gazing up at you like you’ve hung the sun in the sky solely for him before he leans towards you and his voice drops into something darker, desirous and almost dangerous.

”I swear I’m trying to behave, but all I can think about is peeling that bikini off you after dinner and taking my time with every inch of you.” He whispers against your skin as he leans even closer and trails his lips across your shoulder, his bottom lip catching on your collar bone. You shiver again, breath catching in your throat as his lips trail along your skin chasing the droplets of water that trail down towards the pool water. You shift against him and he grunts softly as your hips drag along his and you know you can’t let him get away with these teasing remarks.

”You really just pulled me in so you could grope me like a horny teenager?” You ask him your voice all honey and heat as your eyes peer at him with a seductive sparkle within them. Chan sucks in a harsh breath before he grins widely at your words while pulling your hips flush with his.

”When the view’s this good, how could I not? You’ve been laying out like a goddess since we got here, acting like I’m not supposed to lose my mind.” He tells you unabashedly. You tilt your head, smiling lazily as you run a finger down his chest. 

“Mmm…you should’ve seen how hard you were staring.” You whisper heatedly to him before peeking at him through your water spiked lashes catching his surprised look. “Oh you thought you were slick huh?” You tease him knowingly before a smirk slips onto your face. “Oh no, Channie.” You coo at him and he shivers against you, you knew exactly what that name did to him and you were prepared to use it to your advantage. “I could feel your eyes on me honey. You’re not subtle at all. Who are you trying to kid?” You tease him sultrily. “If you weren’t in the water, I bet I’d have seen everything you were feeling.” You whisper to him softly as your finger drags down his chest once more.

Your teasing words finally catch up to him and suddenly his ears are turning pink as his smirk turns into a shy bashful wide smile while his hands on your ass tightens almost unknowingly as he drags you even closer to him.

”You little tease.” He mutters in a slightly embarrassed tone and his eyes avoid yours but you don’t allow him to hide for long as your hand travels up his chest to hook your finger over his chin. You guide his face back to look back at you before you respond to him.

”Oh, I’m just getting started honey.” You say as you roll your hips slowly against his in the water causing him to inhale sharply. His arms move around your waist locking around your body keeping you close as he lets you move slowly against him as he floats in the water with you. “You keep making promises about what you’re gonna do to me after dinner, but I’m starting to think you might not make it that long.” You say teasingly and plant your hips flush against his which makes him drop his forehead to your shoulder.

”You like teasing me, don’t you?” He whispers against your skin and you chuckle softly at him. Your hands trail up his chest and thread through his wet hair pulling his head back away from your shoulder to look at you. You’re both so close that you’ve almost melded together so when your eyes catch his and see the love and desire swirling through his chocolate orbs you can’t stop yourself from leaning forward and capturing his mouth with yours.

The kiss is hungry, wet and leaves the both of you breathless. Your lips glide along his in wet sucking motions as he chases your mouth with his own. Love is abundant between the two of you but there’s also a heat that rises in temperature as you both let your lust control your movements. When you pull away you stay close letting your lips graze against his in a sinful caress.

”Maybe I deserve a little reward before dinner.” You husk out to him while your eyelashes flutter at him. Chan chuckles darkly and tightens his arms around your body.

”Say less, baby.” He says confidently before he’s moving through the water quickly towards the edge of the pool. His hands shamelessly cradle your ass once more and you chuckle breathlessly while swatting him in the chest when you feel his fingers dip under the hem of your bikini bottoms. “I’ll be gentle.” He promises softly as he effortlessly lifts you out of the pool and settles you on the pool ledge. But as you gaze into his eyes you know that’s a lie already understanding the look there. He’s going to absolutely ruin you tonight.

[screamlet]

911 what is your pride (week 4; sex & romance)

@911whatisyourpride thank you for running this project 💖🌈

bucktommy, 1k a short future coda to drag bingo night at shelley's (tumblr) leaning heavy on the romance here! this coda is now on the ao3!

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It's been two months since Evan invited him out to drag bingo night, and a month since they decided to give their relationship another try. That's why Tommy's parked outside the 133 at 7:45 AM, his truck packed for their first weekend away. Ever.

This time last year they were together and every time they talked about a romantic getaway, they would end up in bed before either of them could suggest a place to go. Just the idea of getting away was a thrill; a year later, they were starting to understand the value of actually getting away.

His watch alarm lets him know it's 7:50 and Evan will be done with his shift any minute. Tommy's losing time and losing his nerve for this—this stupid little—

"You're an idiot," Tommy says to himself as he climbs out of the truck. "You've flown helicopters through combat zones and wildfires and a goddamned hurricane, but picking up your boyfriend from work, somehow that's scarier. Somehow. Somehow."

Yeah, but if you crash and burn in those scenarios, you only die once, his brain helpfully reminds him. Embarrassing yourself in front of your boyfriend and his coworkers—that's forever.

"Forever? If I'm lucky," Tommy mumbles under his breath as he jogs across the street.

The 133's bay doors are open and both the A-shift and B-shift crews are milling around, saying hi and catching up before they go their separate ways. Tommy looks around for familiar faces, but only sees Cristy as she laughs with a couple of people, and Captain Mehta, clapping the B-shift captain on the shoulder as he leaves his office.

And then there's Evan, half-hidden behind one of the engines with a handful of people. Something makes him laugh uproariously, full-body doubled-over laughter that has him wiping his eyes when he straightens up again. That's when he spots Tommy and waves wildly at him from all of 15 feet away.

"Tommy! Oh my god, Tommy." Evan drops his duffel bag unceremoniously and crosses the floor to him. "Hey, can I introduce you?" Evan asks quietly.

"What? Oh. Yeah, yeah of course."

"Okay, great," Evan whispers, pulling him into a giant hug with a kiss on the cheek. Then he turns around and yells, inches from Tommy's ear: "Hey, everyone, this is my boyfriend, Tommy!"

Cristy laughs loudly. "Tommy Kinard from Harbor Station, were you lurking behind that ambulance? Get in here."

He gives her a quick hug and waves at everyone, trying not to feel like a pageant contestant who's been called on stage to perform his special talent. Evan distracts him, though, as he points to something in Tommy's hand. "Tommy, what's that?" Evan asks, his smile lighting him from the inside. "Is that for me?"

And that's when Tommy remembers what had him ready to crumble from embarrassment in the truck, why it took him so long to actually leave the truck and come get Evan. It's the fully bloomed, dark and rich red rose that Tommy had seen growing off a rosebush as he was leaving his own shift at Harbor. It was from a random wild rosebush that didn't belong to anyone, so no one would mind if Tommy took out his pocket knife and cut one to bring to Evan.

"It's for you," Tommy says, holding it out to him. "Sorry, I—I feel really silly coming in here with like—like I'm on The Bachelor or something, or picking you up for prom, but I saw this on my way over and thought—I thought you might like it."

Evan accepts it with a smile. He looks at it and brushes the petals against his fingers before he holds it out to Tommy again. "Touch the petals, they're so soft. I think that's the best part of flowers. My favorite part, anyway." Tommy touches the petals, too, and their eyes meet as their fingers brush together, touching the rose.

"I love it," Evan says, and throws his arms around Tommy's neck, right there in front of the captains and firefighters and paramedics and anyone walking on the sidewalk past the bay doors. Anyone and everyone can see; it feels so good to hold Evan like this in his arms.

"Thank you," Evan says, his voice gentle, almost a whisper.

Tommy almost says, for what, it's just a flower, but he knows them both better than that. He pulls away and brushes a few stray curls from Evan's forehead, then kisses him. It's quick and chaste (only one whooooo from the crew), but Evan looks at him with those dark eyes and the dazed expression he seems to save for him, for Tommy. They could stay in this spot for years if Tommy's watch didn't beep for the top of the hour.

"Shift's over," Tommy says. "Ready for our road trip?"

"Yeah," Evan says, "wait, yeah, just a second." He slings his duffel bag across his chest and then grabs Tommy's hand to lead him out the bay doors. He waves goodbye to everyone and then holds the rose up to Tommy's face. "I think I've got everything. How about you?"

Some past Tommy would howl and kick his ass at what present Tommy's about to say, but that past Tommy didn't have Evan in his life. Past Tommy could stay quiet and learn a thing or two, like how to be happy. It was a skill, a real thing he and Evan were learning to do, and sometimes it meant small gestures that felt like the whole world.

"Well, I've got you," Tommy says. "I think that's all I need."

Evan looks taken aback, then blushes and lightly shoulder checks him. "Yeah, okay," he mumbles, but he can't hide his grin. As they climb in the truck and buckle up, Evan leans over and kisses him again—they can't hide a damn thing.

[spyrothesquish-0006]

My grandfather had alzheimers and parkinsons. Two very horrible diseases that ate away at the strongest man I have ever known. All my life, he was there for me. He was at the hospital when I was born, in the NICU every day when I had to stay for a month. He always came when I called, and no matter how big I got, and no matter how many other grandkids were born over the years, I was still always "the baby".

I graduated high school and immediately moved in with my grandparents so that I could help take care of my pap. His mobility was getting worse, and his mind was going faster, so my grandmother needed all the help she could get. He needed all the help he could get.

I will always remember the day he passed. He got home from the hospital, and his breathing was shallow. I was at work. My manager at the time (who is now my spouse, and currently snoring next to me as I type this) sent me home when I got the texts from my grandmother that things weren't looking good. I made an 8 minute drive home from work in 4 minutes, praying to every single god I do and do not believe in that he would wait to go until I got home. I needed him to know that I would be okay.

I didn't know this until a few months after his death, but he had a moment of lucidity as I was driving home. He told my grandmother, "You know I love yinz."

"Yes, we know Bob. We love you too."

"And you know I love my baby."

"Your baby is on their way home right now to see you."

He smiled at that. I made it home, and I still remember seeing him in his bed. He looked over and saw me, and smiled again. He put his head back and rested his eyes after that, and I left the room to give him a moment of peace. My grandmother handed me a piece of paper from the hospital. It was the lines of his heartbeat from the monitor. I sat on my bed and held that paper, tracing the lines over and over, hoping that maybe that day would not be the end, but also hoping it would be, just so he wouldn't be suffering anymore. No more pain. No more hallucinations and nightmares.

He took his last breath 10 minutes later. I was the last thing he smiled about. I'm still learning how to function in a world without him, and I'm not sure I'll ever fully understand how it all works without him, but I feel a lot better with his heartbeat on my chest.

I can't wait to catch fire flies with him again.

RIP Pap.

tell me something soft

[waitineedaname]

hey you guys should read my fanfic where I'm smashing Bingge's egg with a hammer

[sizzlingcloudmentality]

for me?

Frank Castle x f!reader | wc ~1.7 k | explicit, mdni | ao3

summary: Frank's lap is the best place for dry humping and being fingered

warnings: no y/n, barely any plot except ✨they are fwb and in denial✨, making out while sitting in Frank's lap, dry humping until it's not, fingering (f receiving), Frank talking you through it, finger sucking because it's me, squint and you miss possessive Frank, affectionate smacks on the ass, petnames (pretty girl, 1x attagirl 🫦), hand on the throat but just for the aesthetics, pussy pronouns, dm me if I missed any, not beta'd because I'm rebellious

a/n: another drabble for my follower milestone event, thank you nonnie for requesting "and what do we have here?". i just need to ride Frank so bad, blame this month's ovulation. 😩 a big thank you and a smooch to @guiltyasdave for literally sitting with me while I was writing this 💛💛💛

There were too many feelings for something casual. For something to just take the edge of.

“You're needin’ me too much, pretty girl,” Frank says when he rests his head in your lap.

“We shouldn't meet this often, just makes things complicated,” you say when you put your stuff in a drawer he has emptied out for you.

“Can never make you happy,” he whispers against your forehead before he places a lingering kiss there.

Maybe you both turned blind to the obvious. Or just got comfortable in the coziness of your ignorance. Whatever it is, neither of you wants to stop playing pretend. Just friends. Just casual. No big deal. We can stop anytime, you both say, like addicts lying straight to themselves.

“Don't need you,” you murmur and climb into his lap.

“Don't need you either,” he replies, gruff voice polished all soft in the crook of your neck.

“Just want you.”

“Mhmm,” he hums, his hands roaming up your thighs to your ass and he pulls you deeper into his lap. Wanting you to feel him.

You learned quickly that there were hardly any boundaries for Frank's hands. What they wanted to break, they broke. What they wanted to rip open, they ripped open. What they wanted to touch, they got to touch.

“Frank,” you whine quietly, pushing back into his hands, dragging your lips up his neck and along his jawline. Whining again when his dark scruff burns on your lips. Yelping when he smacks you and kneads your stinging flesh.

“I know, pretty girl,” he mutters into your ear and nips your earlobe.

He knows. You see it in his eyes the moment before you start kissing. Making out, your hands gripping the backrest of the couch and the back of his neck. He knows you need him. Want him. Not just benefits and friendship.

“Jus’ like that,” Frank grunts, sucking your lip between his. His hands, unbounded in their will to unravel you, start pulling and pushing. Guiding you in your movements when you need no guidance. You let him move you willingly.

He drags you over all the hard parts, belt and bulge. He draws soft sounds out of you, soft and sweet, and he eats them right out of your mouth.

It's leisurely, rolling and rubbing against each other just for the sake of getting drunk on each other, desperate for the other one, hungry for the feeling of hot skin on hot skin. Frank waits until you whine his name, until you breathe more heavily from humping him like a desperate little thing.

He’s patient, he’s able to push his own needs aside, still a soldier, still serving.

“Touch me,” you breathe out with your lips swollen from his nips. Shaky from the relentless back and forth on Frank’s lap.

A finger slips under your top, then two and three fingers. You whine again because it is not what you want. But his nails scraping over your lower back are better than nothing. He shifts, pushes his hips upwards, spreading his legs even wider. He is so hard in his jeans. If you’d care to look down you would see a dark spot in the denim.

If he'd care to look down he would see a dark spot in your short, too.

You press down, in need of more friction when the slick in your panties barely lets you feel any. He grunts, fingers digging into your back and then slipping into the back of your shorts. With a handful of your ass he holds you in place and grinds up into you.

“No. Touch me!”

He grins when you whine again, another breathy complaint coming from you.

“'m touchin’ you, pretty girl. Feel that?”

You do. You feel his other hand slipping behind the elastics and fabric. His fingers connect one spot with another with a tender brush, zigzagging his way deeper into your panties.

“Mhmmm, and what do we have here?” Frank doesn't have to do much searching or probing, he can feel your arousal right on his fingertips.

“Is this for me?” he asks, his nose nudging your chin, making you look at him. “All this wet and just for me?”

You nod your head, unable to put up an act whenever he is like this, so sweet. “Yes,” you breathe softly, “‘s for you.”

“Thought so,” he murmurs, and you can feel each word rumble in his chest.

Frank looks at you, brown eyes flitting over your face. Your droopy lids, your lips ajar the tiniest bit with the tip of your tongue between your teeth. Your impatience shows with how your shoulders tense up. You're holding your breath. Waiting for the impact.

He dips one finger between your folds and smiles when you whimper. He adds a second finger, moves them back and forth, coating you and him with your slick. Curls his fingers, wedged tightly against your entrance.

“Frank,” you whisper and your muscles tighten even more. Ready to pounce. Ready to be pounced.

His hand, the one still on your ass, pulls you closer and onto his two fingers. Joint for joint Frank spreads you open until he's nestled inside you. Knuckles deep with your pussy clenching around him.

“‘s for me, right?” he husks and kisses your moan right off your lips when he pulls you back again with the handful of your ass. “She's just for me? Tell me, pretty girl.”

“Yes,” you whisper, your lips ghosting over his.

His fingers slip back inside you when he pushes you forward again. Frank grunts, satisfied with your answer and your slick walls gripping his fingers. “That's right, pretty girl.”

He's guiding your movements, just like before. Back and forth, letting you fuck yourself on his fingers. Allowing you to bite into the coiled muscles of his shoulder and neck when you want to go faster than he lets you to.

He knows you, knows where to push and rub, when to a third finger, only for a few thrusts, and when to leave you on the edge with just two of his fat fingers stuffing you.

With every tilt of your hip you grind against the heel of his palm, every cant bringing you closer. You tighten and clench, your hands grab for anything that is Frank. His arms or chest. Knowing he doesn't mind it when you forget about being gentle, when you can't really be anything else but gentle. Just desperate and aching, just for him.

“Need me so bad you gonna cum.”

It's not a question. It's a simple fact. Stated with a low hiss when your nails leave small halfmoon imprints on the taught skin of his arms.

What his hands want to break, they'll break. They will ruin and wreck as they please. And so it's three fingers again with the next thrust. Buried inside you, all the way to his calloused knuckles. Making you whimper and your pussy squelch.

“Gonna cum on my fingers? So needy for me you gonna cum all over my hand?” he asks, voice just as breathy as your moans.

Your eyes lock with his for a moment, and if your cunt clamping down on his three digits isn't already proof enough of how close you are, the look on your face is.

He curls his fingers, almost hooking himself inside of you, right where you need it and where only Frank manages to reach. You start rocking against his palm, pinned down by three fingers and just enough range of motion to rub your clit against his hand, coated with your arousal.

“Jus’ like that, pretty girl. Take what you need. Make yourself cum for me,” Frank groans and moves the hand from your ass up, higher, squeezing whichever of your curves he passes on his way to your neck.

And while you fuck yourself stupid on his fingers he gently wraps his hand around your throat.

Holding you up just slightly, holding you in place, holding you close to him. Holding your gaze.

Seeing your face twitch while he feels your cunt twitch. Seeing your eyes roll back when he changes the angle of his fingers and pushes into deeper, just a little bit, just to let you feel the stretch of his knuckles.

You moan his name one last time before you cum. A feral expression is edged into Frank's face now. The last thing you see is his tongue wetting his lips, then your vision turns white.

This is the part he loves most, seeing you letting go, just for him and only because of him. He loves the way your brows pinch together with each wave of your orgasm, loves the way you lose control of your body and are just held together by his hands.

“That's it, pretty girl,” he praises between his own groans, feeding you each one of them, right into your opened mouth. “I got you. You're doin’ so good for me.”

He's rubbing the heel of his palm to your sensitive clit until you start squirming.

“Frank, it's too much,” you whine, but Frank is not yet loosening his hold on your throat. He's still holding you in place, right where you belong. In his lap.

“Thought you wanted me to touch you? Ain't that right?” He chuckles, all rough and warm, like his hand between your legs, but then eases up. “Attagirl,” he murmurs and distracts you from pulling his fingers out of you with a harsh kiss.

A kiss that gets sweeter the moment a finger slips through your lips, followed by a second. You moan at the taste of your pussy, sucking Frank's digits deeper into your mouth.

“You're too greedy, pretty girl,” Frank says and pulls his fingers back only to lick the third one clean himself. “You're too needy, told ya.”

You roll your hips, knowing exactly that he is painfully hard.

“You're looking pretty needy, too, y’know?” you smirk, rocking against his bulge once more. Your move elicits one of his reluctant grunts from him.

“We gotta stop doing this,” Frank huffs, his hand already going from your neck to his belt buckle. “Ain't gonna end well.”

“Too many words,” you chide, working his fly open. “Too many clothes.”

You push your hand into his jeans, his cock hard and hot in your palm.

“Is this for me, Frank?”

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[allsteddie]

Steve melts every time Eddie calls him a pet name.

Sweetheart, darling, baby... Every time Eddie uses any one of these Steve feels his insides become goo and a strong urge to fall into his boyfriend's arms and just stay there.

His favorite one is Princess, but he tries not to show how much he actually loves it when Eddie calls him that; he's got a reputation to uphold, after all.

(It's an useless effort, though, because Eddie is more than aware Steve loves being called Princess, and he makes sure to use the pet name as much as possible when they're alone.)