#Rev. H. Heat

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[eddiethebrave]

secret admirer part three

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Eddie is wearing a white shirt. It wouldn’t be weird if Steve wasn’t so sure that the boy was allergic to color. 

Steve pauses his chewing. He turns to Carol where she sits next to Tommy across from him. “Is white a color?”

She looks at him in boredom. “It’s a mix of all of the colors.”

Steve shares a confused glance with Tommy before nodding slowly. “...Right.”

Anyway, his point stands - Eddie is wearing a white shirt. He also seems to be back in high spirits and it wasn’t until Steve walked in and saw him in a heated discussion with his buddies at his table that he realized how much he missed the boy’s usual energy.

For as sure as he was that Eddie didn’t not want his notes, it’s relieving to know he’s probably fine. The realization draws him out of his head a bit and puts it all into a better perspective. The world doesn’t revolve around him. 

Over the weekend, Steve invites Tommy over to hangout and when he shows up, he has Carol with him. Steve idly wonders how long that’s gonna last. Tommy has been interested in her for a while. She made him work for it and honestly, Steve thinks they’re perfect for each other. 

He'd thought that whenever they made it official, that Tommy would be spending less time with Steve. If anything, though, the opposite is true. Tommy seems to hang around Steve more now than ever. He goes on and on about what he and Carol get up to, and Steve finds it kind of odd but assumes his friend is just excited. Still, Steve truly doesn’t need to know every detail from when Tommy and Carol hooked up under the bleachers. 

Steve has always gotten along with Carol in school. She’s a bit bitchy but that only means she can keep up with him and Tommy just fine.

The weekend isn’t half-bad but come Monday, Steve is revved up. He’s already had his note written for days. 

He delivers it without a hitch and excitedly waits. 

Eddie it’s hard to look away from you sometimes, i never would if i could get away with that without getting my ass kicked you don’t seem to care what people think about you or the things you like and i find that really impressive i wish i was more like you your books always look really interesting, do you have a favorite? -H

Steve wonders how hard it would be to get his schedule changed so he has at least one class with Eddie in the morning, too. 

Then he comes to his senses and realizes that would make him insanely creepy and weird. Which makes him wonder if he’s already doing that. 

He spirals. 

What if Eddie had looked so troubled because he doesn’t want to be receiving notes from some random person he doesn’t even know, what if the reason he seemed back to normal on Friday is because he’s resigned to live with the unwanted affection, what if he hasn’t even been reading the notes and he just tosses them immediately, what if, what if, what if.

He goes through his morning classes in a fog that only dissipates when he walks into the cafeteria and sees him.

Eddie is reclined in his chair with his ankles crossed and propped on the table in front of him. When Steve walks past him, he hears the boy whistling obnoxiously and rolls his eyes fondly. It's only when he takes his seat and risks another look that he spots the book in Eddie's hands. The boy is making a show out of reading it; he has the book so close that it's covering his entire face.

Steve thinks it's strange until he remembers his note this morning.

It turns out Eddie's favorite book is The Hobbit.

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Guilty Pleasure (4/7) - dbf!Joel Miller x reader

Somehow you end up in the car with Joel for five hours. With all that heat outside, you just can't be held responsible for what happens next.

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only, mdni Series warnings (tba): Age gap (reader is 22, Joel is 42), masturbation (f), use of sex toys, oral sex, PiV, anal, hair pulling, dirty talk, getting caught, playful use of 'daddy', outrageous flirting, groping, reference to m/m, Joel's arms should always come with a warning. No outbreak!AU. Word count: 3.6K A/N: I thought "Hmmm, maybe I should add this one thing" - and not surprisingly, it got very much out of hand. @magpiepills this one is extra dirty for you!

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“Wait!” You sprint over to the truck as you hear Joel rev the engine and turn out of the driveway - surely he wouldn’t just drive off over being two minutes late? “Damnit Joel, hold on!”

He stops, giving you an amused look as you’ve almost dropped your purse and tripped over your own two feet. “Told you. 10 a.m. sharp,” he said matter of factly, giving you just enough time to open the passenger door and hop on the bench seat before he takes off again, not even giving you the chance to close the door properly.

“JOEL! The door!”

He sighs, once more stopping the car, and he leans over to turn on the radio and fiddle with the dial - giving you just enough time to close the door and put on your seat belt.

“Such a dick,” you mutter under your breath, and you can tell he hears it but just decides to not respond directly through it. “Are you the time police?”, you ask, now clearly audible as you lean back over the console to toss your purse on the backseat. “Jeez, didn’t know you’d get your panties in a bunch over being just a minute late.”

“Two minutes.” He changes the radio station a few more times until he finds a song he likes, humming along with it as he takes a right turn, headed to the main road. “ ‘s nothing but proper manners to be on time if someone gives you a ride.”

You roll your eyes as you settle in, straightening out your sundress. “Okay, Daddy,” you sigh, glancing to see if maybe that gets a response out of him, but he just keeps his eyes on the road. “Your shirt is inside out, by the way.”

“Agai-...?” He seems exasperated as he looks down at his shirt, which then hardens into a frown as he recognizes you are just messing around with him. “Shut it,” he mutters, but you can’t help but grin in satisfaction. 1 - 1, back to being even now.

“What is that awful music? Nirvana?”, you ask him, determined to not let him have the silence he asks for - and if he’s anything like your dad, you know that he’ll get extra annoyed at you trashing Kurt Cobain.

He gives you a look in disbelief that makes you think that you made the right choice there to poke at him. “Are you kidding me? No, that’s not — this is Local H,” he gives a nod at the radio. “Bound For The Floor.”

“Sounds dirty. Are they also from the eighties?” Just to make matters worse and see how far you can go, you prop your legs up on the dash - only for Joel’s large hand to reach over and sweep them right back off again as he gives you a murderous look.

“1996, you little shit. One more move like that and you can walk all the way to the DMV.”

“How am I supposed to know that? I wasn’t even born back then,” you say with a pout, your skin feeling pleasantly like it’s on fire where he touched you. “You’re being mean.”

“No shit.” He shakes his head, refusing to look back at you, but you’re pretty sure he has an excellent view of your bare legs with the way you’re currently sitting. “You’re being a brat.”

“Mmm. You into that, Joel?

There it is; one of those long suffering sighs you’ve heard repeatedly from him before. He refuses to answer your question though, also not taking any of the other bait you try to throw at him during the ride. When you finally get there, he pulls up at the front of the DMV office.

“I���ll be back in thirty to pick you up. Don’t be late again, okay?” His eyes soften slightly for just a moment before he adds, “Please. Got a lot to do today.”

“What if it takes longer? Maybe you should just give me your number so I can text you if I run late,” you suggest innocently, and you see just the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. Fuck, if only he’d give you his number, you could send him some of the spicy pictures you took last night… 

“Thirty minutes,” he repeats without missing a beat. “I’ll wait for five, else you can get an Uber back home.”

“Fine. Thanks, Joel.” You lean back over the console, trying to grab your purse - which not surprisingly is right out of your reach, just as planned. “Sorry, I need to just… give me a second.” You fully turn around in your seat, leaning all the way over to the back as you can reach your purse now, knowing damn well that this position gives him a clear view of your hot pink lacy panties under your dress. As if you needed further confirmation, the way you hear him practically choke is a dead giveaway that he indeed got an eyeful of you. 

You look over your shoulder at him, seeing that he’s intently staring straight ahead as his hands are gripping the steering wheel tight. It’s impossible to not laugh at the strained expression on his face, and you decide to take advantage of being so close to him. “Dirty old man, don’t think I didn’t notice,” you tease, planting a quick kiss on his cheek as you then hop out of the truck, not waiting to hear a response. “See you in thirty!”

When he picks you up thirty minutes later, you’re ready to greet him with a snarky comment. All of that goes away the moment you get back into the truck and find your senses overwhelmed by the rich, sweet smell of coffee and caramel. Which is more than just a bit confusing, because all you’ve ever seen Joel drink is black coffee.

Joel, seeing your surprised face, nods at the cupholder as he takes a sip of his own coffee. “Hope I got your order right,” he offers, then pushes a slightly greasy Starbucks bag over to you. “Didn’t know what you’d want to eat though. If you want something else…”

You open the bag curiously, then gasp as you pull the flaky treat out of it. “Fuck, croissants are always great,” you blurt out, unable to stop a groan when you taste the ham and cheese filling. “This is so good. Thank you,” you manage after swallowing the first bite. When you lift your coffee cup to your lips, you realize he actually got your signature drink - an oat milk latte with extra caramel syrup. “How do you even know this is my drink?”

He shrugs as he takes a turn to the highway, following the signs towards the Home Depot location on the way back home. “It’s how you always make them at the house, right? Oat milk and that caramel stuff. Kitchen always smells like it,” he says as he tries to shrug it off, but you can tell he seems pleased that he got it right.

It’s not just the coffee that warms your chest as you drink it; you’re genuinely lost in your own thoughts for a while as you’re trying to process not just the kind gesture, but how much attention he must be paying to you in order to notice things like that. Your ex never did, nor did the boys before him. Even though they weren’t inconsiderate per se - it just wasn’t something that would register on their radar, it seems.

Boys. That probably was the problem to begin with. Why waste your time with boys when a gorgeous DILF like Joel was so much more attractive, thoughtful and capable?

Following Joel throughout Home Depot makes you realize that it isn’t just about him being capable - it went beyond that. He was a man on a mission, clearly knew what he wanted to get, and gathered everything with ease, including the heavy lumber. You would have happily lend him a hand, but he immediately shot that down, refusing to let you carry anything heavy 

“ ‘s not a problem, darling. I do this day in and out,” he assures you when he eventually loads everything in the back of his truck; the lumber, hardware, some new blades for saws, and other things of which you’re not even sure what they are.

“I can easily pick up things like that,” you protest mildly as you sip from your coffee, and when he bends over to pick up something from the ground, his shirt rides up his back, exposing his narrow waist. Fuck. How is this man so hot? And how does he not seem to be involved with anyone?

“Never said you can’t,” he agrees easily with you, grunting as he puts the final things in the trunk bed. “Just said you don’t have to. You need to stop anywhere on our way home?”

‘On our way home’ – the intimacy of those words suddenly makes you blush. You can’t help but wonder how exactly that would be, a home with him. You’ve never seen his place, as far as you know. Maybe you should ask him, just come up with a reason for him to take you there, affording you a kind of privacy you wouldn’t have at your parents house.

“No, I’m good,” you say truthfully, and he gives you a nod and a smile as he unlocks the cab of his truck. 

“Alright then. Let’s go.”

Somehow it’s already past 3 pm by the time you get home. Five hours alone with Joel. While it had turned out very different than expected, and you enjoyed it, you were also wound up beyond belief. 

Sitting so close to him in the truck, smelling him, getting to see his little frowns, smirks, pouts and sighs in a different setting than at the house. Not to mention how watching him stride through the store and deal with things had developed a competency kink for you on the spot. It felt like somehow he had dripped over every part of you, saturating you with his presence to the point that you felt both overstimulated and woefully unsatisfied.

“Thanks again for the ride. I had a good time, really.” You smiled as you bit your lip, watching the little lines around his eyes crinkle as he smiled too.

“Not a problem. Just don’t be late next time.” 

Your heart jumped as you tried not to respond to that - next time? So he wanted to spend more time with you later? Today sure turned out to have been a success. 

The house was quiet as you went upstairs, your clothing sticking to your skin, and all you can think about is getting clean and calming down a little as you head into the bathroom. You turn on the shower, letting the water heat up a little as you stare at your reflection in one of the mirrors above the sink. 

Being back in Austin, catching up on sleep, not needing to think much about things like meals or rushing somewhere for classes - it has been nice. A breath of fresh air even, not to mention how much more time you’re spending outdoors these days. You look nothing like the person who cried for several weeks while wrestling through your finals, when the knowledge of your ex cheating on you hung around like some kind of persistent ghost, unwilling to leave even now you finally had acknowledged what happened. You weren’t looking forward to needing to return to that place once the semester started, but at least you still had half of the summer here.

You hear Joel’s footsteps in the kitchen downstairs, and you pause as you wonder if he’s going to come upstairs. He too had been sweaty from the hot weather, especially with loading and unloading the truck, so it was likely that he was due for a shower too. So… maybe you should make the most of it. Especially since you two were the only people at the house.

It’s not like you’re trying to trick Joel, you tell yourself as you strip out of your clothes - your underwear soaking wet as expected from having been so close to him. Things happen. Sometimes people forget to close a door. And if that happens to be the case while you’re about to shower, and Joel just happens to walk by… well. How bad can that be, really?

You unlock the door and fully open it, glancing across the hallway at Joel’s room that’s almost right across the bathroom. Yeap, once he comes upstairs and heads to his room, you should be right in the line of sight.

Your heart is thumping loudly as you leave the bathroom door open and head over to the shower, you try to calm your nerves by assuring yourself it’s fine. Don’t overthink it, just take a shower like you usually do. You wash your hair, putting in conditioner for a few minutes while you use the bubbling strawberry body wash to clean yourself. But as you run your hands over arms, breasts and belly, your mind automatically wanders off to thoughts of Joel again. Not just the time you spent together today, but also so many other moments this past week.

Yesterday he came home late, well past ten pm, reeking of sweat, hard labor and wood shavings. He seemed like he had planned to make a beeline for the shower, but your mom had insisted he’d sit down first and have something to drink and eat a sandwich, before he’d go upstairs to wash and crash into his bed. 

“You men are just the same; if I don’t make you eat, you’ll both starve because you’re so busy,” she had scolded him. So he sat down on a barstool, looking slightly begrudged. That all disappeared the moment there was food in front of him though; he wolfed down everything on the plate like he hadn’t seen food in days. 

You had been reading a book, picking at a bowl of cherries as you tried to not pay too much attention to him. Yet something about him all dirty and worn out after a long day of work had accelerated your pulse. Perhaps most of all it was his scent, still, that got your attention. Not overwhelming, but still clearly present - typically ‘Joel after his work day’, and you had to press your nails into your thighs to not inhale it deeply. 

Right now, just the thought of that - along with having smelled him so close to you in the truck - has you dripping wet, sensitive to the point that you almost jump when you slip a hand between your thighs. The shower isn’t exactly the most comfortable place to get yourself off, but the combination of your thoughts and the warm water proved to be impossible to resist. You pinch your nipple as you try to be not too loud, imagining Joel’s mouth on your breasts, biting you until you whimper for him. He would turn you around, make you face the wall while spreading your legs, and…

You hold your breath when you hear someone move in the hallway, then quickly close your eyes tight as you circle your clit with your fingers, ignoring the nervous feeling bubbling in your chest. “Joel,” a soft whine escapes from you after all, begging him to come into the bathroom, get in the shower with you and take whatever he wants from you. “Please…”

For a moment all you hear is the sound of the shower running, then unexpectedly the door slams shut - not by coincidence, but clearly done so deliberately. Your eyes fly open as you’re hopeful for a second that he’s standing there, stripping for you - but all you see is the closed bathroom door. There is, however, the sound of footsteps moving away from the door, going down the hallway. You curse as your building orgasm disappears almost immediately. Great. Blue balls as well as being rejected. 

You try desperately to coax yourself back to the edge, using your fingers, the strong stream of water from the shower, and even change positions a few times. Even when you press your front against the tile, fucking yourself with two fingers while you imagine Joel pounding into you from behind, you can’t quite get back to the same level of excitement - the moment ruined by the rejection of that door being slammed shut.

Eventually you just give up, finish your shower and wrap yourself up in a big towel to go back to your room. But just as you’re about to open your bedroom door, you hear a low groan that you immediately recognize as being Joel.

“Fuuuckkk. Oh, god, baby… please, yes, please…”

You gasp as you turn around, staring at Joel’s bedroom door that’s firmly closed. ‘Go over to him’, you urge yourself. But as much as you want to, and it arouses you beyond belief to think of him jerking off after having seen you in the shower, the risk of being turned down again is too offputting. His moans are something else though, and your nipples are immediately hard as your pussy starts leaking, greedy for the release you didn’t manage to get in the shower. 

So you slip into your room, turn on some music and shove a pillow between your legs to ride it, thinking about being on top of Joel. How he would stare up at you reverently, hands on your hips as you ride him, and he’d be unable to stop whimpering your name. The way he would gasp, beg for you to let him come - apologize for making you wait so long until he gave in. “I’m sorry, baby.”

You close your eyes as your hips work faster, and you slip your hand between your wet cunt and the cotton of the pillow, shuddering as you push two fingers inside of yourself. “That’s it, pretty girl. Oh, fuck, look at you…”, Joel coos, wrapping his arms around you as his hips buck up against you, again and again. “Squeezing me so goddamn tight. You want me to come inside of you?”

You nod breathlessly, the pleading words spilling from your lips, and he just laughs as he lets his hands slide down to your hips - you’re still riding him, but he’s clearly in control, guiding you just the way you need.

“Filthy girl,” he breathes in your ear, letting one hand slide from your hips to your ass. “You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?” Whimpering, you nod again in agreement, but that only gets you a smack against your ass, so firmly that it takes your breath away. “I asked you a question. Use your words for me,” he demands, fucking up even harder into you. “Tell me what you’d let me do to you.”

“Anything, Joel!” you cry out, burying your face into the pillow as you’re shaking with desire, feeling the tension build up so it could soon release. “Anything. Come inside me, please, give me… I want it, let me feel you…”

“You want me dripping out of you? Filling you up so much that you spill over?”

You cry out as you come hard, the words you imagine him saying to you echoing loudly in your mind, your body easing at the long awaited release, but still it’s not enough. Blindly you reach for the silk bag on your nightstand, pulling out the first thing you get your hands on - a bullet vibrator -, and you turn it on while you keep the fingers of your other hand still buried inside of you.

“So greedy. You're a dirty little thing.” Joel’s laugh fills up your head, taunting you, telling you exactly all the things you want to hear, all the things he would do to you, and soon your body convulses for a second time. By the third time, your hand has gone numb and you feel lightheaded, as if you’re going to pass out. The words echoing in your head are no longer the imagined whispers from Joel, just the moans you heard earlier in the hallway, coming directly from him. “Fuuuckkk. Oh, god, baby… please, yes, please…”

Trembling, you click off the vibrator and wipe yourself clean with a shirt that’s within reach while you desperately try to control your breathing. You’re just gonna take five minutes to recover - that’s all. Just close your eyes for a moment. And next time… next time you hear him moaning, you won't hesitate. You'll just go straight into his room.

Next time.

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[mylove-iv]

❝the chase.❞

ʚ motorcyclist! xiao x fem, ballerina! reader ɞ

synopsis: a chance encounter amidst traffic fleeting like the wind, a ribbon tying you two together yet why were you both foolish enough to not ask for names?

genres: romance (implied mutual attraction), modern au + smau.

word count: 680.

author's note: this was gonna be a kuni fic but thinking about it, i think he'd just smack your hand playfully LMAO- but this fic was created by my brainrot induced by this video ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹.

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As the car comes to a stop within a sea of traffic, you sigh tiredly as your eyes drift to your bag.

Frustration blooms within you as you inwardly wince, remembering that your current pointe shoes are basically dead and that you’d have to break in new pointe shoes when you get home.

But with the reminder of you not fully grasping your piece during rehearsals, the frustration welling inside you explodes in a quiet storm in your mind.

Tugging the silk ribbon from your hair, your locks descend down your shoulders in waves, before you’re lowering the window.

Putting your hand through the window, the silk ribbon flutters softly in the night breeze and you pause as you question whether you should let it go, the ribbon—and ballet.

But just as you were about to let the ribbon flutter away, a warm and unfamiliar hand encompasses yours gently.

Your eyes shoot up to meet deep amber ones, red eyeliner lining his sharp eyes as locks of black and turquoise peek from his helmet, his face hidden by the mask beneath his motorcycle helmet.

The man gently closes your hand into a fist, securing the ribbon in your grasp as he gently nudges your hand back into the car. 

“You should put your hands back in the car,” He hums and you find yourself entranced by the lull of his voice, deep and soothing—alluring. 

The man turns his head to face the road yet he keeps eye contact by looking at your through the corner of his eyes, “It’s dangerous.”

He’s gone as fast as he had unexpectedly arrived as traffic begins to move and only then are you able to realize what had just happened.

You feel heat rise to your cheeks as your bottom lip slightly falls, your stomach twisting and turning and you swear there’s a whole swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

Swallowing thickly, your fingers absentmindedly played with the ribbon, tying it into a cute bow.

And as traffic begins to lessen and the driver accelerates, the loud roar of a motorcycle catches your attention.

Instinctively grabbing your phone, you snap a blurry picture of the cute motorcyclist hoping to find him once more.

Boldly, you roll down the window once more as the car speeds up, unwittingly chasing the motorcyclist who unknowingly caught your eyes as your hand tightens around the ribbon in your grasp.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

Xiao quickly revs his bike, weaving through traffic before a flailing hand enters the corner of his vision.

Curiosity blooms within him and he takes the bait as he slows his bike to match the car’s speed.

Being mindful to stay aware of his surroundings, his eyes meet yours once more and a small smile tugs at his lips as he recognizes you as the one from before.

Pretty. He thinks as he finally takes you in, too engrossed in informing you to keep your hands in the car to have noticed your beauty prior.

But you gently wave your hand in the wind, a smile stretching across your face as Xiao brings up his hand to grab whatever you’re holding.

He sees a faint flash of pink as your fingers brush against his and he swears he feels a buzz of electricity dance atop his skin.

The car speeds up and you maintain eye contact with him, a coy yet sweet smile on your face as you wave him goodbye.

Xiao is struck by a sudden fluttering in his stomach that distracts him enough for the car to enter the maze of cars along the freeway.

Realizing that he's lost your car, he sighs as he understands it'd be troublesome revving his bike through traffic to chase you.

Instead, he allows his eyes to drift down to what you had given him.

A baby pink silken ribbon tied into a cute bow.

A smile graces his face as he huffs amusedly behind his mask. His hand tightens around the bow as he quickly shoves it into the pocket of his jacket, noting to tie it to his bike’s keys.

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Important Night

Hannibal lecter x reader

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Sum- you understand how busy hannibal is with work and helping the fbi but sometimes you feel he has no time for you and all you want is hug. But he makes sure you get much more than that. 

Wrote this late so sorry for any errors!

Warning- smut, pinv, sexual content and themes, oral (fem rev), fingering.

You walk into the kitchen the cold tile floor hitting your bare feet. You see your love cutting meat against the mahogany cutting board. 

“are we having company?” You ask. 

“no just making dinner.” He says. Since the day you met hannibal he’s never let you cook, he lets you bake, but cooking is something he loves to do espesically for someone as important to him as you. He will let you join in every now and then but most of the time he prefers to do it by himself. 

You walk around him wrapping your arms around his waist laying your cheek against his soft shirt. The smell of his cologne fills your nose calling your soul. The flex and release of his back muscles working as he cuts the meat into slices. 

“Would you like to help?” He asks. You shake your head no. 

“I’ve missed you is all.” You say running your fingers along his chest. 

“missed me? What do you mean?” He says always wanting to know what’s on your mind. You sigh your forehead against his back. He places the knife down leaning over washing off his hands and drying them off with the towel i for the of him. All with you still attached to him.

“darling…” he says turning around placing his hands on your cheeks holding your face to look at him.

You burry your face into his chest only making him pull you back again. 

“use your words.” He says keeping your face in his hands. 

“i-i just…I know your busy with work and helping the fbi but…i just miss you.” You reply. 

“becuase im gone all the time?” He asks. You nod. 

“lately…i dont know, works more important that me.” You say he kisses your forehead before looking you in your eyes. 

“nothing. Absolutely nothing is more important than you. Not work, Not the fbi, Nothing” he says. You shy your eyes away. 

“Y/n. Do you understand?” He says waiting for your answer but it never comes. 

“okay.” He huffs and pulls off his apron before picking you up and pulling you over his shoulder. 

“h-hannibal!?” You screech out his name as he walks out of the kitchen past the living room and up the stairs.

Your placed down of then bed. 

“since you dont believe me I need to show you how important you are” He replies his hands traveling up your waist under your shirt gripping your sides. His fingers trace your ribs feeling your curves and grooves of your body. Your cheeks heat up a light blush dusting over your face.

hannibal kisses your neck moving his hands up your chest to your breasts happy that your not wearing a bra and giving them a squeeze before he moves back down and pulls your sweater up and over your head discarding it somewhere in the room. He shifts pulling back from your neck moving down your chest kissing the top of your breasts before pulling back sitting up and taking off his shirt.

You sit up with him wrapping your arms around his neck pulling yourself onto his lap he gladly takes you on him straddling your legs around his waist your chests flush against each other as your you kiss. 

he leans you back agains carefully as if your glass his hands move down your side booking his fingers to the side of your underwear’s before pulling them off and allowing you to undo his belt taking off his pants and underwear as well.

He kisses down your front gripping your thigh as his tongue presses against your clit making you whimper. Covering your mouth with the back of your hand. 

He parts your folds as his tongue dives into your core his hands gripping your thighs keeping your squirming body still. Releasing one he inserts a finger and then another sensually moving them back and forth overstimulating you as he sucks on your clit. Making your moan out pornographic sounds.

You clench around his fingers feeling your release coming only for hannibal to pull away leaving you panting and annoyed. He wants to to cum on his dick not his fingers he wants to to feel good with him. 

He leans back over you kissing your lips transferring the sweet taste of yourself, his cock lines up to you pushing it streatching you. You both gasp at the sensation. No matter how many times you fuck the feeling of each other will never fade.

he thrusts into you as he pins your hands to the side wanting to hear you.

“look at me honey.” He groans feeling you already clenching down around him. 

Your eyes snap to his face obeying him in a millisecond. He watches your face scrunch as you cum around him. Your thighs press against his hips as he drives deeper into you finding his release.

Coming down from the high he peppers you with kisses and touches. 

“when i tell you youre more important than anything i want you to believe it. Understand?” He says you nod smiling.

[starrykaulitz]

$. pull over.

☆ synopsis ; you and tom had been casual fuckbuddies for almost a month now, and after tom invited you to an exclusive club, you couldn’t stand to wait to have him at his apartment; you needed him now.

★ pairing ; tom x fem!reader

☆ word count ; 2177 (oops)

★ warnings ; sex, p in v, head, language, smut (18+), dirty talk, oral m recieving).

a/n * hi so this is my first time writing smut? hopefully overtime ill improve bc GOD this is the worst writing ive ever produced. anyways 2017 tom supremacy!!!!!!!!!!!

☆

as tom’s hand gripped onto yours, dragging you to his silver Audi with haste, he opened the passenger door for you and then entered his own side.

the engine revved to life and tom sped away from the curb, eyes glued to the road as his foot hit the accelerator—obviously the man had been just as desperate to have you as you were to have him.

your eyes moved from the street in front of you to tom who sat silently beside you, his thumb controlling the wheel as he weaved onto the freeway.

you failed to resist the urge of observing how the silent man flicked his lip piercing side to side with his tongue, then as if in a trance, your eyes couldn’t help but explore his body further in your desperate and drunkard state.

you squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to rid of the heat developing in your lower stomach, though as you watched his fingers rubbing the leather of the wheel, you couldn’t help but wish that was the now wet spot in-between your thighs.

you observed with intent as toms free hand slowly snaked its way to your thigh, squeezing it as his hand slowly made its way upward until he had lifted your dress, revealing your black-laced panties.

“tom…” you bit your bottom lip as you found your hips bucking slightly forward in hopes for some kind of friction between you and tom’s digits.

from the crook of his dark eyes, he caught your slight movement and grinned at the motion.

“that desperate, huh.” he jeered through his smile. you felt some-what ashamed of how easy this man could turn you on, though you couldn’t help but notice the way his baggy jeans began to heighten as a tent within his boxers arose.

you felt lust growing deep within you, becoming almost unbearable to contain. you needed to see this man in ecstasy, needed to hear his shuddered breath, and thanks to your drunkard curiosity, needed to see his dick.

as you felt his fingers finally brush over your cloth-covered clit, you couldn’t help but grip onto the leather bellow you, letting out a quite whine as his middle and ring fingers slowly began making skilful circles on your bundle of nerves.

his eyes were now only on you, observing as your face contorted into erotic expressions of pure pleasure.

“tom…” you whined his name in hopes that maybe he would travel under the lace and enter your desperate hole, though instead you were met with the icy absence of his fingers leaving your needy pussy.

you groaned out in annoyance as your brows furrowed in frustration.

“patience, sweetheart.” tom mumbled coolly, both hands now on the wheel.

finally giving into your temptations, you unbuckled your seat belt and crawled under his extended arms, causing him to habitually lift his elbows which allowed for your hand to meet the zip of his jeans.  

“I can’t wait that long.” you unzipped them, earning a sharp breath inward from tom as he looked down for a short moment before whipping his head back to the freeway, the car swerving slightly as he felt your hand lower his calvin klein boxers, revealing his fully erect dick.

you couldn’t help but bite your lip at the view beneath you, wasting no time to plant small feverish kisses to his tip before your tongue made slick circles around it.

“fuck…” he cursed under his breath as he watched your mouth slowly lower on his cock, head lolling back for only an instant as he remembered he were in-fact driving.

you continued to lower yourself down onto his dick before finally, you hit its base. you gagged slightly as it hit the back of your throat—you seemed to constantly forget how big tom’s size really was.

tom grunted as you lifted your mouth away from his base, repeating the movement until you’d found a steady pace.

“god, you’re fucking good at this…” he groaned, looking down through the space between his elbows, watching how your hands moved up and down on his lower-half-- you made sure to work the parts which your mouth couldn’t take.

tom's hand made its way to the back of your head, beginning to push down slightly as his fingers became entangled in your hair. you moaned against his length as you felt the tight grip of his fingers yank at your locks, the muffle noise sending vibrations up his length.

“your such a good slut,” he moaned your name aloud into the car as he drew his eyes away from the road and back to your bobbing head, the feeling of your tongue gliding up and down his large dick causing him to begin bucking into your mouth with desperation.

his pace was quick, filled with eager lust as you gagged against his rough face-fucking--the erotic slapping and gagging noises being formed from your mouth only getting him closer to his high.

toms mouth hung open as he constantly switched his attention from the road ahead to the way you gagged and moaned against his length. tom couldn’t help but fuck into you harder, desperate for you to take his entire length into your mouth.

“you can do it, dirty girl.” he moaned through battered breathing and rough pumps, showing absolutely no mercy to your now aching jaw.

you slowly began to feel as his cock twitched inside you, the familiar motion symbolising that he was close to finishing.

“you can take it…c’mon…” and as his final pumps caused his cock to brush past the back of your throat, you moaned harshly at the slick pre-cum dripping down your tongue.

and with that, tom reached his high and moaned your name as you let his semen shoot into the back of your mouth. his hand tightly gripped onto your hair as he pushed himself down your throbbing throat one final time, making sure to milk himself completely before his grip left you’re matted hair and returned to the wheel.

he swore under his breath again, watching as you returned upright to your seat. you noticed how his back slacked against the leather below him as his orgasm slowly sunk in, his breathing laboured whilst he attempted to ignore the ringing within his ears, the outcome of his rough orgasm.

“pull over.” you monotoned, staring blankly at the man before he turned to you.

“what?”

“you heard me, pull over.” you repeated, eyebrows raising in expectance as he fell submissive to your demand, swerving to the lanes next to him until he reached the blank space on the side of the free-way—you were more than pleased that the roads were practically uninhabited at 2 am.

after he shut off the engine--the car’s lights turning off leaving only the blue ambience of the led strips installed--you two stared at each other. expectance lingered within toms’ eyes, though as you watched the dark brown pair slowly move down your body—drinking in every curve and dint—his eyes filled with a shimmer of pure desire.

both of you met in the middle as your lips smashed into each other, his coarse hands instantly groping your body before he hauled you over to the driver’s seat so you’d be straddling his dick, your slick undies making contact with his tip.

immediately you began to grind against his hard dick, moaning into his mouth as the friction sent your nerves into a frenzy. his kiss had been hungry, mouth unforgiving as his tongue fought for dominance with your own—he won like usual. the feeling of his slight stubble ticking at your chin as he slowly planted feverish kisses on your neck, leaving his mark here and there through harsh bights and soft sucks.

tom’s hands clung desperately onto your waist as he guided your grinding against his cock, eager for it to be inside you.

“i cant fucking wait anymore.” he mumbled softly into your ear before removing one of his hands from your waist and pulling your lace undies down from your hips. you relocated your legs so the panties could be easily removed and thrown to the back seat.

soon after, more rough hands explored each other as tom decided his shirts fate in joining your panties behind him. he lined himself up with your entrance, feeling the tip of his pre-cum lubricated dick between your sensitive folds making you whine as you begged for him to enter you.

as he teased at your entrance for only a moment more, his large dick rammed into your aching hole with one swift movement.

tom began pumping himself into you all the way as he stared longingly at your bouncing tits under your dress, giving you no time to get used to his size.

you cried out in ecstasy as he finally began treating you as roughly as you’d wanted him too. his hands clawed at your waist with force—you knew this would leave marks like usual. you watched as his hips left the seat under him in order too ram his full length deep into your pussy.

“fuck…your so wet…” he moaned through gritted teeth as his unmerciful pumping continued at its eager and rough pace.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head before you felt his thrusts gradually falter, you looked down to see him waiting for you to begin riding him-- you promptly did as he wanted.

your body began to bounce on his dick, compelling tom let out a muffled moan as his hands worked at your hips to help quicken your pace. tom threw his head backward as his eyes lolled to the rear of his head, holding in his moans through even louder pants.

“I wanna hear you.” you huffed through your rough strokes, your ass hitting his thighs creating erotic noises which reverberated throughout the car.

hesitantly, he followed your orders and parted his lips to let loose of his once held-back moans. hearing him struggle under you only turned you on even more—the view of his eyes in the back of his head and his grip on your hips slowly loosening as he vanished into pure ecstasy making you smirk.

“god, fuck! you-you take my dick so fucking well.” he mumbled through pathetic whines as he struggled in lifting his head to watch his dick enter and exit your pussy—the view making another whimper escape tom's lush lips.

you felt as his cock twitched again, a sign that you were about to cause his second orgasm.

“you-you close, pretty boy?” you ridiculed with a malicious grin painted on your scarlet face--you knew how much tom despised when you said such things.

“don’t say shit like that.” he attempted a deadpan stare, though found it useless as another grunt was forced out of him, the feeling of your acrylic nails digging into the soft skin of his built abs causing him to cuss under his jagged breath. his muscles tensed as you worked away at making him crumble beneath you.

then, as his thumb made its way to your swollen clit and began circling your sensitive bundle of nerves, your pussy tightened-- you began to feel your high creeping up on you.

the intensity of your clamping walls made tom cry out again, his eyes carrying a longing look as he admired your perfect body.

suddenly, and with unexpected impulse, tom took the hand on your clit and put it to your neck, his other holding your bouncing movement in place. tom began to thrust off the seat and pound into you. your eyes widened as your body had been stuck in place, having no choice but to take his dick as he now worked for his own orgasm.

“fuck!” you cried out at the sudden dominance tom had formed—the man was desperate to see her crumble on his dick.

“I wanna watch it seep out of you once I’m finished with fucking your pretty body…” he grunted through gritted teeth, his hold on your neck strong enough to leave a mark—you loved every second of this unanticipated authority.  

“I’m-I’m gonna cum tom!” you squealed through his grip.

“fuck, me too… cum with me, okay?”

you nodded as you felt tom ram into you a few more times before finally your pussy tightened around his dick, you cried out his name as your head flung backward and your back arched at the feeling of the knot in your stomach undoing rapidly.

tom watched you finish on his cock and cry out his name in pleasure, making him instantly meet his own high as he let out a string of grunts and curses, pumping into you whilst his warm seed shot inside your aching hole.

with a few gentler pumps, he allowed for you both to ride out your high together.

toms grip on your neck had vanished as his arms fell to your trembling thighs, his breathing heavy and laboured as you felt his seed begin to leak out of you.

slowly, the feeling of all your previous stamina seemed to evaporate as the heat of the car seeped from your feverous bodies. your face fell into the crook of toms neck, arms lazily grabbing at the headrest behind his tied-up hair as you both caught your breath.

your eyes slowly fell shut in a state of pure pleasure, though you felt as tom sluggishly lifted his built arm from your thigh, causing you to tilt your head to follow its direction.

he brought his hand up to the now steamy window and began to trace a sketch into its fog.

his long finger had outlined a heart into the heat created by their rough ride home, you smiled.

“i’m glad we pulled over.”

[tenjikyu]

Okay! With your earlier reply in mind, here is my second request *slides it across the nonexistent table*

I've been having major Mitsuya brain rot so obviously this request will be about him :>

Picture this: Final timeline adult Mitsuya doing all his fashion designing stuff x house spouse (gn version of housewife/househusband).

Genre can be fluff, maybe a bit suggestive if that's okay with you, I don't mind either way, I am just dying for some Mitsuya works cuz I swear I've read most of the gn and male reader x him fics out there and I am starving for new content with him

Hopefully this was coherent and had at least something you could work with (if you need anything more specific, I can send another request)

— 🎭

𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘍𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ mitsuya x GN!housespouce!reader , pure fluff n slightly suggestive but it’s nothing more then kissing, I 💗 mitsuya omg, still haven’t rewatched Tokyo rev I’ve been slack 🙁, short n sweet but I was struggling to finish it and I didn’t wanna keep the people waiting much longer so I do apologise.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ I’m so sorry for how long this took!! I desperately wanted to get this out before it hit the 1 month mark but I’ve been super duper busy with personal shit! Hope it’s still good enough lmao.

Takashi ironed the fabric with the upmost care, fondling the silk around the board with a low heat level on. The design itself was a dress resembling a lotus flower. The top was beaded with pale pink rhinestones and the bottom consisted with an array of green silks and gems. It had a sharp yet form fitting feel and anyone could tell the designer put the upmost love into the piece.

A gentle knock came from the other side of his work studio, and there was only one person it could be.

“Here darling, I made you some miso soup to have. Light enough it’ll keep you full but still good for dinner”, your voice charms his ears. Ever since moving in with him, you’ve taken on the role of housespouce. You clean and cook for him, in order to provide the best possible space for Takashi to work in.

It had been twelve years since the two of you got together in middle school. You were the schools vice president, and he was a gang member. Despite the opposite worlds, you hung out frequently and even babysat his sisters when he was unavailable. The day Takashi knew he wanted to some day marry you was the day he came home to his two younger sisters resting in your lap, washed dishes and comfortably lying on the futon.

Now, the two of you reside in an upper class place with lots of room for Takashi’s designs, and none of them are anything short of ethereal. Behind every design he creates, inspiration of you seeps through the thread and needle. Your favourite flower, animal, colour and styles all influence Takashi’s dresses and all of them are of the highest quality.

So, whenever you come into the studio, Takashi gives you a big grin and awaits a hug from his favourite partner.

“How’s your day, darling?” He asks you, and you smile gently at him.

“I’ve missed you, I can’t deny. It seems you’ve been locked in here forever”.

“I apologise my dear”.

“I know another way you can’t make it up to me..” you grin at him, and his cheeks flush with a pink hue.

Kissing his Adam’s apple gently, you guide him up and out of the studio, into your bedroom. Lying his cherished body onto the bed, you feel up his torso as you continue to litter him with small hickies.

He soon follows your lead, pressing a loving kiss to your cultivating lips. You swear there’s nothing closer to heaven than this man’s touch, and you’re convinced you’ve ascended as he grips your cheeks to deepen your kiss.

“I’ve missed you too, darling”, Takashi presses another kiss to your collarbone and manoeuvres his hands around your waist, and you sigh gently at his grip.

“I promise you I’ll give you what you want, after we eat dinner “, you giggle, and his pout is nothing short of cute.

“So you lead me to bed and suddenly leave me high and dry? I’m hurt baby”, he chuckles out, pressing one last kiss to the wedding ring on your finger.

“After dinner, I’ll give you all the desert you desire my love”.

[f1mike28]

Mercedes-AMG ONE „F1 Technology for the Road“.

Affalterbach. Mercedes-AMG ONE (combined weighted fuel consumption: 8.7 l/100 km; combined weighted CO2 emissions: 198 g/km; combined weighted electrical consumption: 32 kWh/100 km)[1].

Exceptional E PERFORMANCE hybrid drive with 1.6-litre V6 engine and four electric motors.

The E PERFORMANCE hybrid drive of the Mercedes-AMG ONE comes directly from Formula 1 and has been realised in close cooperation with the experts at Mercedes-AMG High Performance Powertrains in Brixworth.

It consists of a highly integrated and intelligently networked unit comprising one hybrid, turbocharged combustion engine with a total of four electric motors. One has been integrated into the turbocharger, another has been installed directly on the combustion engine with a link to the crankcase and the two remaining motors drive the front wheels.

The high-revving power unit is boosted by a high-tech turbocharger. The exhaust gas turbine and compressor turbine are positioned at a distance from each other and connected by a shaft. This allows a lower installation position for the turbocharger.

On the shaft is an approx. 90 kW electric motor. Electronically controlled, this drives the turbocharger shaft directly, accelerating the compressor wheel up to 100,000 rpm before the exhaust gas flow takes over. The Formula 1 designation for this unit is MGU-H (Motor Generator Unit Heat).

Mercedes-AMG One man, one engine Handcrafted by Michael Kübler @f1mike28 in Germany Affalterbach.

Driving Performance is our Passion! Mercedes-AMG the Performance and Sports Car Brand from Mercedes-Benz and Exclusive Partner for Pagani Automobili. Mercedes-AMG Handcrafted by Racers.

[ibiggiecheese]

This is an INCREDIBLY old draft that I found in my google docs 😭😭 thought i’d share it here😔😔 Anything revenant related im an immediate dog for🙏🙏

Warnings; a lil NSFW, reader has female anatomy, (im not sure if i referred to the reader as she/her)

Breathy moans could be heard around the voyage ship echoing from wall to wall due to how silent it was.

Almost all the legends were out at some bar in the outlands playing pool, celebrating and drinking. The few other legends decided to stay back at the dropship and enjoy their free time alone.

You were one of the many legends who did decide to go out and celebrate the performances of your fellow peers. Mirage had invited you to go with them stating how a ‘breath of fresh air is good for the brain’ you weren't doubting it was, it just sounded bizarre coming out of his mouth. He had also whispered to let Revenant know about the invitation, seeing how you weren’t scared of talking to the synthetic nightmare considering you had a decent friendship with him.

You’d dressed in a silky black dress exposing your back. The other legends dress in their own formal ways. Valkyrie wearing a suit, Loba a beautiful red dress, and so on.

You touched up your makeup a bit as you awaited the other legends to meet up at Mirage’s ship. You were so concentrated on your plush lips that you hadn’t seen the dark figure which silently entered. You squeaked when you felt cold metal fingers touching your bare shoulder. You were more concerned about the fact that your lips had a red smudge.

“Revenant you made me mess up !” You said as you turned around only to find a tall simulacrum wearing a black hood along with a black suit and a red tie. To say you were stunned was an understatement, you’d grown so accustomed to seeing his regular red robotic body that you never thought about the fact that he might actually be able to wear ACTUAL clothes.

He let out a raspy chuckle as he leaned down, his cold metal fingers softly rubbing the spot your lipstick stained.

“Nothing you can’t fix” He said as he stood up and walked out of the room. You were still in shock at the fact that he was wearing a suit. The noise of the other legends arriving quickly snapped you back to reality.

The small party was entertaining nonetheless but whenever you weren’t conversing with Loba and Valkyrie you’d find your eyes straying to Revenant's bright golden eyes only for his to already be staring back from across the room, he’d been sitting with Path, bloodhound, Octane and Mirage. But he couldn’t careless about what they talked about, only letting out hums of approval whenever they tried to talk to him.

His main focus was on you.

Revenant stood up without saying a word and left the bar, you knew what he was doing and you hated it, all it took was fifteen minutes and there you are following him like a puppy.

You never knew seeing Revenant in a suit would drive you crazy. Which is exactly how you got into this predicament.

Your clothed cunt grinding against Revenants thigh on the main couch of the voyage ship. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, his arms were just laying on the top of the cushions, letting you do all the work.

“F-fuck…” You whispered as you grinded like an animal in heat. Your heels were long off as you concentrated on reaching your climax. Your face hidden on the side of his neck. You whimpered as you felt the electricity-like sensation go across your body as you hit a certain spot.

Revenant would never admit it, but seeing you in that silky black dress did things to him. But he hated how the rest looked at you, Loba slyly flirting with you, and Octane repeatedly looking back at you. He knew you two were just ‘friends’ but that didn’t stop him from treating you like you were his.

You felt tears well up at your eyes, small moans being released as you started to grind against his a thigh a little faster.

“Fuck Rev, making me do all the work h-huh” Your voice broke up a bit as you felt Revenant leg jolt up hitting just the right spot on your soaking cunt.

“Oh shit” You moaned, you felt Revenants long metal fingers run through your hair, his other hand snaking down toward your pussy.

“Shhh don’t want anyone hearing us now do we?” He said as his thumb started to rub your clit in tiny circles. You gasped at the feeling

[starshine-wagner]

Midnight Dip

Pairing: Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Summary: You can't sleep on a hot summer night, so Danny comes up with an adventurous alternative.

Word Count: 1,600

Warnings: swearing, non-sexual nudity

A/N: This is a re-upload to move it from my old blog to my current blog.

The sheets were too sweaty on that humid summer night. Your childhood home lacked air conditioning, so you and Danny were damned to a week of staying as far away from each other as possible in bed.

Clearly, the big fan on your ceiling did very little to aid the cause. Your boyfriend's big body tended to take up a majority of the space, so it was no help that you couldn't cling onto him like usual. Thus, you were resigned to the edge of your mattress in the sweltering heat.

You tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, though in reality it was probably just under one. Unsticking your legs from the sheet, you headed over to the bathroom to splash water on your face and try to reset for a better night's rest.

Not wanting to wake Danny, you waited until the door was shut before turning on the light. Once on, it lit the room in a yellow-ish hue and started the humming of the shower fan.

You opened the squeaky closet door to find a rag made from one of your old beach towels. You were pretty sure it used to be Hello Kitty. Now, it just looked like a mess of colors and old makeup stains despite being fresh out of the laundry.

You wet the rag, squeezed out the excess water, and put it up to your face. Sweet, momentary relief.

You contemplated just bringing the wet rag into bed to rest on your forehead, but you hated the idea of waking up with a damp spot beside your head. So, you dabbed yourself in a last bit of coolness and tossed it into the hamper. You went to open the door and head back to bed, but before your hand even reached the knob, it was opening.

"Hey baby. You okay?" Danny's sleepy voice asked as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed. Normally you'd want to jump his bones when his muscles looked that good. But right now, in the heat, you had negative interest in getting even sweatier.

"Yeah, I just couldn't sleep. It's too fucking hot," you complained.

"I know. Next time we're coming back with a window AC. I'll install it myself."

"Please..." you replied, placing your hands on his cheeks. He smiled softly into them, his dreary eyes blinking ever so slowly.

The two of you shuffled back to the bed and attempted to get comfortable once more. He grabbed your hand and kissed the back of your palm before placing it back by your side. After a minute or so, Danny spoke up.

"Idea."

"Mhm?"

"You're nowhere near falling asleep, right?" he asked, rolling on his side to face you.

"Hell no."

"Perfect. Go put on some pants and meet me by the front door."

Confused, you questioned him. "Danny, it's like, after midnight. Where're you trying to take me? Everything is closed..."

"Don't you trust me?" he asked with a mischievous pout.

A few minutes later, Danny was revving up his car in the driveway. You hopped into the passenger seat and reached to turn on the air while Danny put a location into Apple Maps. The genius he is, he angled the phone so you couldn't see where you were going. It wasn't until the two of you turned down Great Neck Road that you realized where he was taking you.

"Wait, are we going to the beach?" you asked.

"Maaaaybe..." he said, squeezing your thigh with his free hand.

You'd told Danny countless stories of nights spent at the beach when you were in high school. When everything closed at 9pm, the shore was always open and practically begging for stupid teenagers to do reckless shit.

You'd told him of the time that Mark set off a firework on accident and the police got called. You'd told him of the (several) occasions on which you'd fallen asleep with your best friend on the beach only to wake up with the sunrise and a hoodie full of sand.

"I figured we might as well add a little memory to the late-night-beach collection." The side of his mouth turned up a little bit into the tiniest smile. "But if you'd rather, we can ju-"

"No!" you cut him off, "This is a great idea. I'm honestly honored that you remembered..."

"Of course I remembered," he reassured you, rubbing his thumb on your bare skin. "Call me crazy, but I think we should go in." Despite admitting to the craziness of the idea, he sounded completely serious.

"Like... in the ocean? Now? In our clothes?"

"I mean, we don't have to wear our clothes..." he said, wiggling his eyebrows. You smacked his shoulder at the heinous suggestion of skinny dipping in the ocean.

No way in hell were you letting seaweed get up your asscrack.

"Okay, I mean we can wear our underwear if you want, but I feel like we'd want dry clothes to ride back in, no?" he suggested.

"Damn. You're right. What if someone else is here? I don't want to be caught half nude by an innocent bystander who probably knows my Dad..."

The two of you inspected the parking lot and scanned the shore as best as you could. Luckily, the moon was near full and the light reflected off of the sea just enough to make out any other visitors.

"Y/N, we're the only ones here. Everyone else has air conditioning and is happily asleep. Probably cold, even."

You knew he was right. Damn those people.

So, that's how Danny convinced you to strip down to your underwear. You ran (as best as you could in the shifting sand) hand-in-hand towards the water's edge, which was just about at high-tide.

You weren't sure why, in all your years of living by the beach, you never dared to enter the ocean in the dark of night. It seemed so much more intimidating, more ominous... more sacred, even.

"Okay, on the count of three," he encouraged. "One, two, THREE!" On three, he practically dragged you into the waves with him. You yelped just a little, but were silenced when a wave covered your head and cut you off.

"FUCK it's cold!" he whined. All you could do was chuckle as you pulled him closer, this time using your body heat for good. You wrapped one arm around his back while your other hand toyed with his necklace. It was obsidian, you thought. With a black cord tying it around his neck.

"I want one of these," you told him, eyeing the jewelry.

"You can have it, if you want it, baby." Always the giver.

"No, I want my own. That way we can match." You peeked up at him in the moonlight through your wet eyelashes.

His curly hair was mostly held together in the quick bun he'd put it in, but a few strands clung to his forehead. You reached to move one behind his ear as he stroked your cheek with the back of his hand.

"You know you're so beautiful, right?" he murmured. You blushed. "Are you sure you're not a siren?" He knew how embarrassed you got whenever he complimented you, and you hid your face in his chest. "I'm serious, Y/N." You placed a small kiss on his chest as a form of acknowledgement and thanks.

Running your hands down his muscly arms, you mentally thanked him for suggesting you leave your clothes in the car. Even this short time in the water was making you a bit chilly coupled with the slight breeze off the waves.

"Shall we get dried off then?" he suggested. You nodded, but not before pulling his face into yours. You kissed him slowly, sacredly. You kissed him like he'd be gone with the sunrise. You deepened the kiss as he ushered for you to wrap your legs around him. Your lips made their way from his mouth to his jaw and, eventually, his collarbones.

"What was that for?" he asked, once he caught his breath.

"Just because. You love me so well."

"Hm. You're right. I do love you." Danny scared you a bit when he suddenly swept you off of your feet and into his arms, bridal style. It was a bit tricky wading up to the shore with the waves coming against his back and you in his hands, but he somehow made it. You dodged the dried seaweed in your path and padded back to the car.

Once you were both clothed again and settled under the interior car light, you looked him in the eyes.

"Thank you, Danny." You could tell he was about to argue and say it was no big deal, but he caught the sincere gratitude in your eyes.

"You're welcome," he reassured with a kiss to your forehead. The two of you held hands on the center console the whole way back home and snuck back inside like two 15-year-olds trying to avoid waking up anyone else in the house.

With little giggles and sush-es, you made your way back to the bathroom to squeeze the water out of your hair and get the sand out from between your toes.

Finally back in your bed, the heat wasn't so damning anymore. You weren't sticky from sweat, but rather from the salt water that lingered on your skin. The dampness of your hair kept you cool as you lulled off into a deep sleep beside Danny.

His hand found its way to your chest and stayed there until morning.

[batsclass101-blog]

Dead People Book Club - Part 4

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Hero needed to escape, but she was swallowed by fear and confusion. Her thoughts flickered like the flames engulfing her and her home. Trembling she staggered towards a crumbling doorway.

“Shakespeare!” A familiar voice bellowed above the roar of the flames.

Nothing made sense to Hero as her unsteady feet paused. She tilted her head and listened intently. Was someone there? Flinging out a hand she attempted to stay upright, only for a flame to leap alive in her hand. Icy panic raced up her back while black dots filled her vision. 

“H-help?” Hero tried to call out, but her voice sounded less human and more like the roar of wind and fire. The blackness filled her vision and she felt her body erupt in waves of heat and travel high in the air.

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‘Gone.’ Jason curled his hands into fists as the apartment building crumbled. He wanted to scream at the world. Green tinged his vision more fully than it had in months.

“Hood. Batman is requesting patrol reports from everyone.”

“Not. Tonight. Babs.”

Jason grit his teeth and strode towards his bike, mounted. He considered shooting someone or something. The unfairness of Gotham’s life settled so heavily on the vigilante’s shoulders it nearly crushed him.

He slammed his hands against the handles of his bike in rage. Hero didn’t deserve death in an inferno. His one almost-friend was gone. Revving his bike he zoomed past the too late fire engine and towards his current safe house.

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There was no pain, just warmth… and the incessant feel of fear. She felt herself flashing from place to place, her mind in different areas. She was warmth, she was destruction, she was creative… she was… the flame!

Hero let a silent scream engulf her and allowed her eyes to dart open. She could see the destruction of her old home. A quick blink and she could see faces surrounding a campfire… with every blink she saw another scene. Panic swelled in her chest.

“JASON!”

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Jason flicked a lighter in his hand and fiddled with the flame. The pit was clawing his mind and his vision swam with green. Hands shaking he lit a scented candle and settled heavily on his well-worn sofa.

‘Gone… gone…’

A roar of anger ripped from his throat and he jerked up the candle he’d just lit and chucked it to the floor. Green blazed and engulfed his sight almost completely. A flame caught the edge of a blanket.

Muttering in anger, Jason moved to stomp out the flame only to freeze. There in the growing flames was the strange, but real image of a delicate hand.

“JASON!”

He nearly jumped back but instinct called to him and he thrust his hand towards the flaming vision and clasped at the air. Green retreated from his sight and the flames began to die away as he jerked backwards.

Someone covered head to toe in soot shot out of the flames and collapsed into Jason’s arms and he froze. The sodden figure was impossible to distinguish… but something was so very familiar.

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Pt 5

[ausetkmt]

Today in Black History

December 16 Negro Methodist Episcopal Church founded in Jackson, TN, 1890 Andrew Young named Ambassador and Chief US Delegate to the United Nations, 1976

December 17

December 18 Congress passed 13th Amendment abolishing slavery, 1865

December 19 Carter G Woodson, historian and father of Black History Month, born 1875-1950

December 20 Mother Matelda Beasley, nun, born 1834-1903 South Carolina secedes from the union, initiating the Civil War, 1860

December 21

December 22 Henry Highland Garnet, abolitionist, born 1815-1882

December 23 Alice H. Parker received a patent for the gas heating furnace, 1919

December 24

December 25 Operation PUSH (People United to Save Humanity) organized by Rev Jesse Jackson, 1971

[vox-monstera]

H: Handsy

Z: Zoo

Thank you so much for the ask! 💕 I’m really digging that Zoo question. 👀🙃

Sorry it took me forever to answer; haven’t been feeling great lately.

Find all the questions here!

Smut Headcanon Game

explicit under the cut —

H: Handsy (When they can't keep their hands to themselves)

Good luck getting Vox to stop touching you if you’re her partner.

It varies from very chaste, like handholding or leaning her cheek against her partner’s shoulder, to being an absolute menace when in private. When alone, she’ll constantly have her hands on their hips, ass, thighs… more, if she’s feeling particularly frisky. Definitely the type to cut a date short by getting too handsy with her partner and revving them up to the point where they have to leave immediately.

Z: Zoo (Their animalistic qualities in the bedroom)

Vox’s favorite way to get fucked is on her knees with her ass in the air, which a partner once likened to “a bitch in heat”, much to her glee. For her, there’s nothing like being pushed down into a mattress and fucked raw like an animal. She also very much enjoys rough, bareback sex and partners finishing inside her.

… Does wanting to be breedable count as animalistic? Vox has this little fantasy of being kept around just to get pumped full of cum. She doesn’t necessarily want to be pregnant, but she loves a partner threatening to put a baby in her. ☠️🫠

[eliaswoodt]

A Ghost’s Shadow

(A Ghost’s Shadow)

Mentioned canonical character death, hallucinations, psychological horror (not too heavy I think though)

(Also, just like all my other WF fanfics, I have this on AO3 under the same title and username!)

Sometimes he sees Mo.

He sees him when it’s so dark he can barely see his right hand to the point he could almost imagine he still had his fourth finger, so dark that the only thing he can truly see is the window on his right, molded by blue moonlight and yellow headlights of cars zooming by.

Lee sees him at night, in the empty corner of his yellow-walled hotel room, when the only sounds that accompany Lee are the flowing of beige window curtains, the sound of car engines revving up, honking, and the rustling of scratchy white blankets as Lee buries himself in them. Attempting to stave off the cold with the thin and cheap fabric.

The window doesn’t close all the way no matter how much Lee pushes down on it, it doesn’t budge, and so he has no choice but to deal with the night’s air as it gently caresses his skin with its freezing touch.

He doesn’t know if he could bring himself to get up and close it even if he wants to, not with the way Mo stares at him. Brown eyes boring into his own, wide and emotionless. Surely judging him. Surely Mo must hate him? Lee failed Mo, failed him so poorly he died.

If Lee had been there…or maybe if Mo had come with him to meet Linnie that day…maybe then he wouldn’t be…

He shuts his eyes tightly and curls into himself. Attempting to shake off the feeling of Mo’s gaze on him, watching his every move.

Lee never dares to open his eyes after he closes them, afraid of the faceless face he’d find watching him in the hair-raising pitch blackness of his suffocating and lonely hotel room.

And so, eventually, his face relaxes and his fuzzy mind buzzes down to a low hum as sleep finally overtakes him.

But his dreams weren’t ever any better, of course.

Mo never truly gives him any peace, whether he’s in the waking or sleeping world.

But he probably deserves it, and so he never complains.

He never complains when he’s forced to watch Mo be torn apart, only recognisable by the tattoo on his right arm or when his mind places him in Mo’s stead, and he never dares to complain when he wakes up in a cold sweat.

Sometimes, however, the dreams aren’t terrifying.

One of those rare, good dreams featured Mo and Lee sitting on the former’s rooftop. It was snowing, the white covered the roof and ground in a thick fuzzy blanket. It was hard to see anything through the fog of the night, but Lee doesn’t mind. He doesn’t even notice really, because he and Mo were talking. Talking in soft voices weighed down by sleep, as they sit shoulder-to-shoulder, basking in each other's warmth as winter’s bite threatens to zap any heat either holds. Voices bursting with contentment and laughter filling the dark night.

And Lee woke up not remembering anything the two had talked about.

Another good dream was of him, Kaitlyn, and Mo sitting on Kait’s thrifted brown couch, sinking into the surprisingly soft material, the couch was small but the three young adults were able to squeeze in. Mo crammed into his left, while Kait was squished into his right side. His laptop was nowhere in sight, the coffee table had pizza on plates and random, blurry objects on it, and the TV was playing some sort of comedy if the occasional play of a laugh-track was anything to go off of.

But most of the time it was a nightmare that consists of the worst things that’s happened to him since this wretched hell began.

An amalgamation. A patchwork of his worst traumas in a terribly long sequence.

This is how his nights most often go.

His mornings, of course, weren’t much better.

He usually woke up at something-AM and stayed in bed for as long as his stomach didn’t cause a riot.

And even then, he dares a second longer, until he starts to feel sick and finally pulls himself out of bed.

He doesn’t feel Mo’s gaze on him…at least not yet.

He doesn’t feel Mo’s gaze on him until he drags his feet to the bathroom.

When Lee’s eyes meet his own in the hotel’s bathroom mirror, he couldn’t help but stare and watch. He couldn’t ever help but watch in mute horror as his shadow—sharp and harsh under the glare of the flickering white light overhead—morph into Mo’s shadow. Sometimes, if he stares hard enough, he can see Mo’s soulless brown eyes staring daggers into his own.

[f1mike28]

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