Thinking about Eddie Munson who was complaining to the rest of the band about his shoulders and neck hurting post show. One of them convinces him to go for a massage.
Eddie shows up day of and is told to strip to level of comfort and get under the sheets laying on his back, his masseuse will knock before coming in. Eddie has not an ounce of care or shame, strips completely naked. Scars and tattoos on full display. He climbs between the sheets and waits. After knocking and hearing a "come in", his masseuse enters and-
The most handsome man he's ever seen walks in. A bit of stubble on his defined jaw, soft pale lips Eddie wants to kiss, big brown eyes Eddie wants to get lost in, slutty little waist and an ass Eddie could-
He introduces himself as Steve. Verifies where Eddie had said his tension was on the form he hastily filled out. Then it starts.
And maybe, maybe, Eddie is a bit touch starved. He could have anyone he wants, but they don't want him just his fame. Pushes them all away. Only gets close to his band, but they all are busy and have their own people outside of work.
And Steve is just touching him. Rubbing smooth circles into his temple, down his cheekbones towards his jaw. Pressing on parts of Eddie's face he didn't even realize were tense. It's relaxing.
And Eddie regrets not leaving at least his boxers on to help hide that he's becoming hard. Kind of embarrassing, which makes his dick harder- which, that's a lot to unpack right now-
"Hey, relax man," Steve says, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. Eddie can see Steve's eyes dart towards the obvious situation," It's natural. Happens to the best of us." "Does it happen to you?" Eddie blurts out. Eddie wants to shove his face in one of these soft plush pillows and scream, but Steve just snorts a laugh and shakes his head at him. Doesn't even respond as he continues the massage.
Eddie tries to hold back his groans as Steve turns his head to the side and rubs his neck into his shoulders. He can feel the tension leave his body slowly. Feel the knots in his muscles release.
Eddie can't, however, hold back the noise he makes when Steve grabs a hold of his hair and tugs it. Eddie's eyes pop open and he stares into Steve's face, who has started blushing. Steve just clears his throat and let's Eddie's hair go before continuing the massage.
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i have an idea of something fun we could do while i work on requests!
send me a member (or members) + a one-word prompt and ill write a smut blurb about it :D
example: jongho + apple
jongho always called you his apple, and he told others it was because you were sweet like an apple, but you knew there was a different meaning to his nickname. the truth was that he wanted to eat you like an apple, to bite greedily into your supple and sweaty flesh and cover his mouth in your sweet juices until they dripped down his chin. he wanted to split you like an apple, forcing your thighs apart until they were buried in the mattress beneath you, leaving your center wide open for his feasting (or fucking). in all the dirtiest ways, you were jongho's sweet apple.
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had the unique experience today of being lucky enough to win a plush kirby prize in an ichiban kuji that is Perfect for holding on my lap while I watch things on my laptop, while the something that I was in the midst of watching today was the seemingly most R-rated show netflix has to offer
this on its own is not much of an issue, except for the fact that due to this plush's design and how i had my hands folded over it it looks like kirby is watching along as well, leading to a particularly fascinating contrast in media consumption- here's a visual aid I put together demonstrating this phenomenon:
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Since (haven’t read CC yet) 3 Maasverse main characters thus far are artists in one way or another (something I love in fandoms and especially these/Maasverse)
With:
Aelin the musician (composer/piano forte player) & appreciator of the arts. Fashionista. & semi-ballerina.
Nesta the dancer (a lil lovely scene tidbit I thought was freeing and mostly fun)
And of course Feyre THE Artist (& best example as this is crucial to how she sees the world).
Especially with the latter 2 in ACOTAR & our Archerons; even their father was a wood carver/sculptor… (let’s stick with the latter phrase… cause it’s too soon for carver to be heard as anything other than CREEPY “bone carver”😅) … so that leaves us with one; Elain.
Random HC here but: what if Elain’s a singer?
Specifically thought of this because of a certain other “singer in the series” ;-) *psst* Azriel the “shadowsinger” cause while I know that’s not what they meant, it sounds fun to me :-)
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pantheon
In between escape attempts through layers of the Underworld, the gods press their influence, and Thanatos notices their touch on his relationship.
5 standalone thanzag stories inspired by 5 gods.
1. ares
The usually still air of Elysium is disrupted by their breathing, by Zagreus’s heartbeat pounding, and Thanatos places his hand flat over his heart and feels it pumping blood dutifully through Zagreus’s body, out through the deep cut under his arm, onto the broken and dead and stained grass around them.
2. hermes
“Than.” Zagreus is impatient, he speaks with a quick ease, he shortens names, he has terms of endearment, he says them quickly. “Love,” and “You,” and “Sweet,” and sometimes a decadent, “Beloved,” or “My sweet,” an extra mouthful of syllables, another movement of his lips, but only when he has time.
3. aphrodite
Attention. Decadence that Thanatos has never known before. Zagreus pays close attention, to Thanatos, to his surroundings, to his clothing and his hair. It feels like standing too close to an open flame but he can’t pull away.
4. dionysus
His fingers are in Zagreus’s hair suddenly, hair that smells like smoke, hair that slips between his fingers and sends a shiver through him. He’s warm and his hands are shaking. He can never find the right words to say. Zagreus’s lips keep pressing on his skin and nothing makes any sense at all, except for this.
5. artemis
His thoughts flicker and race in his mind, synapses firing and misfiring, all rational thought extinguished in Zagreus’s too close presence. He thinks this is what a hare must feel in its final moments, a calmness forced about by the utter chaos unfolding in its mind, and when the hunter silences that chaos—with a hit, with a kiss—it’s a relief.
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