#can’t help but smell something here 😂

[angeldreamsoffanfic]

content warning: this took SUCH a turn to dom eddie munson wanting to make steve harrington just absolutely one, turn his brain off, and two- realize that his interests aren’t stupid. like it’s not… necessarily explicit on here but when this gets a bit more fleshed out… it’s gonna have to be posted on ao3 😂

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The thing is, Steve Harrington knows hair- okay?

And he also knows that his friends completely like to tease him about it, that they think that most of the time his affinity for it is a bit narcissistic. That he shouldn’t spend as much time as he does on it and he should “let go sometimes”, but he can’t.

He can remember watching his mother years ago in the bathroom mirror teach him how to style his hair, with little spritzes of water and a just a few puffs of sweet smelling hairspray. He can fully and thoroughly recall flipping through magazines when he was younger, back when his parents had started to travel, and taking beauty tips from the pages in regards to detangling. He’d spent three days with a knot at the nape of his neck, after a few days of swim practice, and he had too much pride at the time to ask anyone for help.

But anyway, Steve Harrington knows hair- and it’s not that he thinks other people don’t… but he also knows that some people don’t care as much as he does. And that’s why watching Eddie Munson take a brush to his curls (completely dry which is painful in it of itself) is absolutely heartbreaking in the weirdest way possible.

Steve also is completely and totally aware that his face must be doing… something, because Eddie has turned around to fully face him- instead of glaring daggers at his own reflection.

“What, Harrington?”

Steve shook his head quickly, fingers drumming against his thighs as he diverted his attention to the tv again. He hadn’t had a television in his room before actually, had figured it’d be a bit too much of a distraction from trying to sleep. Steve is sure there’s some study about the light too, a study Robin had rambled to him before.

That’d been before Vecna though, before the year 1986 and all of it’s horrors that it brought along to the town Hawkins once again. In Steve’s mind? A small tv and a couple of VHS tapes was probably the least of his worries after surviving everything. The tv itself had some poorly made horror movie on, something Eddie had brought along from his government provided home, while the two waited on Robin and Nancy to make their way over.

“Stevie?” Eddie had moved closer, brows slightly furrowed as his dark eyes widened. “What’s on your mind, man? Not getting like…” Eddie mimed wiggling his fingers at the side of his own head, and Steve couldn’t hold back the laugh that made it’s way out from his throat. “Okay so Vecna is not getting his creepy hands on you… so what’s up then?”

Steve took a moment and shrugged, before he let himself card a wide-splayed hand through his own hair. The hairspray was just ever so slightly crunchy under his fingers, and Steve huffed as he shrugged again.

“It’s so stupid man, like don’t even worry about it.” Steve flapped a hand in Eddie’s direction, and Eddie was quick to click his tongue against the back of his teeth as he moved closer.

“Nuh uh, big boy.” Eddie eased himself onto the foot of the bed, and Steve forced himself to not scrunch his nose as Eddie’s dry curls swished a bit around his shoulders. “C’mon I can see it in your eyes! Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell m-”

Steve cut Eddie off with a press of a flat palm up against Eddie’s lips, and Steve tried to not think about how soft Eddie was up against Steve’s skin. Steve groaned as Eddie’s tongue swiped against his flesh, and Steve hissed as he reared backward away from the older teen.

“Fucking gross dude!”

“Usually I’m the one doing that, big boy!”

Steve and Eddie both spoke up at the same time, and the two eyed each other warily, before they split into soft laughs between the two. Eddie then shifted further up onto the bed, back pressed up against the footboard, before he knocked his leg against Steve’s.

“C’mon dude, what’s up?”

“Your hair!” Steve finally answered, before he then folded his arms over his chest. “I know it’s stupid, but watching you tear a brush through it dry is actually breaking my heart, Munson.” Steve groaned, and ran a hand over his face before he continued. “And I know it’s stupid and everyone always says it’s stupid of me to care about hair so much-”

“It’s not stupid.” Eddie’s firm tone cut Steve off, and Steve glanced back toward the man through his lashes. Eddie’s jaw is set, firm and unyielding, and Eddie let out a dry laugh. “Fuck man, what has everyone in your life done to you?”

“Huh?”

“You’re… fuck sweetheart, you’re allowed to enjoy things.” Eddie’s voice has gone saccharine sweet, soft and gooey- and the tone has an immediate effect on Steve, making his brain feel all fuzzy and soft. “So, what has everyone in your life done to you?”

Steve doesn’t answer and instead just shrugged again, and it draws a quick intake of breath from Eddie- before the man has pushed himself up and off of Steve’s bed. He’s quick and methodical in his movements, scraping his curls up and off of his neck into a low bun at his nape. Eddie then pulled his boots back on, before he checked his pockets for a moment, and then proceeded to nod to himself. Eddie then extended a hand out to Steve, and wiggled his fingers with a small grin on his face.

“C’mon then, dude. We need to go to the store.”

Steve let his hand meet Eddie’s, and is quick to ignore the flutter in his stomach at the touch. His hands, Eddie’s, are larger than his but the fingers skinnier and calloused from what Steve knows to be years of guitar playing. That, and Eddie now has a pretty decent job at the local mechanic shop, and Steve knows that Eddie enjoys the job. Knows that Eddie likes working with his hands, and Steve tried to ignore the idea of Eddie getting those hands on Steve—

“Stevie?” Eddie snapped his fingers in front of Steve’s eyes, and Steve shook himself out of his revere. Steve sent Eddie a nervous smile, and he tried to ignore the flush of heat he can feel under his cheeks at the soft coo that Eddie let out. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“Mhm,” Steve bobbed his head in a quick nod, even when Eddie hummed before he moved as to grab the pair of Nikes that Steve had on earlier in the day. “Where are we uh, headed?”

“You and I-” Eddie moved back to Steve, and he curled a hand around Steve’s right ankle before he pulled- which caused Steve to unsteadily rock back, before he clamped a firm hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “I gotcha don’t ya worry baby-” Eddie murmured, soft and saccharine again, before he continued on as if Steve’s heart isn’t about to beat out of his chest. Eddie worked Steve’s Nike onto his foot, methodical in tying the laces tight, double-knotted just like Steve does. “You and me are gonna make our way out to Anderson for the afternoon.”

“But why?”

Eddie just sighed, soft and slow at Steve’s softly asked question, before he grabbed at Steve’s left foot, and set about slipping the other shoe onto it. Eddie took a moment, made sure to tie the laces of the shoe tight, before he stood back up so he could peer down slightly at Steve. Steve doesn’t move as Eddie pinched Steve’s chin soft in between his thumb and pointer, before Eddie slightly shook Steve’s face from side to side.

It’s enough that something in Steve just burns.

“Because Anderson has a nice and big hair supply shop in it, and we’re gonna go spend a little bit of government hush money there.” Eddie cooed, his voice soul-achingly sweet again, and Steve forced himself to swallow down the saliva that had been quick to pool in his mouth at Eddie’s tone. “And then when we’re done, I’ll drive us back here and you can do anything you want to my hair.”

“Anything?” Steve croaked, eyes wide as he kept his eyes on Eddie’s from under his lashes. Eddie’s smile is gleaming, and Eddie hummed quietly as he nodded himself.

“Absolutely anything, sweet thing.”

Steve Harrington knows hair, and he knows that.

And he also knows that his friends completely like to tease him about it, well, it’s seems like except for Eddie. So Steve let himself smile and nod, and he reveled in the way that Eddie grinned- a quick flash of teeth as he pinched a little firmer at the meat of Steve’s chin, before he let go.

“Atta boy.”

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just a little sacrifice to the tumblr readmore gods

[joelmillerisapunk]

Girl Next Door

Neighbor!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Masterlist

Wordcount: 3,646

Summary: Joel finds himself overwhelmed by the desire to possess something that belongs to you, leading him to indulge in a secret fantasy.

~Or~

What Odette dreams about

Warnings: 18+, mentions of Tommy being in jail, underwear/ underwear sniffing kink? Unprotected bathroom bar sex, hair pulling, no physical description of reader minus hair being pullable, oral - m!receiving

Notes: NERVOUS AS ALL HECK TO POST THIS AS MY FIRST FIC IN A MINUTE. didn't know I had this kink until I had a similar dream, so don't look at me, but also, if anyone else likes this, please let's talk so I don't feel weird 😂 thanks as always @saradika-graphics for the divider

Joel is restless as he mindlessly tosses his clothes into the washing machine in the shared laundry room of his apartment complex. He can't stop thinking about the woman he saw moving in across the hall. There's just something about her that captivated him, and he can't shake her from his mind.

As he goes to add the detergent to the machine, he notices a basket of laundry sitting next to his. His eyes scan over the pile of clothes until they land on a pair of lacy panties. A thrill run through him as he realises that they were hers - yours.

The ones he saw when he was watching you move boxes, the ones he watched appear when you bent over and your shirt exposed the small of your back.

And before he can talk himself out of it, he quickly grabs the panties, stuffing them into his pocket. He turns around just in time to see you walking into the laundry room.

"Oh, hey there," you say with a friendly smile. "I didn't realize anyone else was using the machines right now."

Joel feels his face flush with embarrassment as he stutters out a response. "Uh, yeah, was just finishin' up."

You chuckle softly. "Well, don't let me interrupt you. I just need to switch my load over to the dryer."

As you bend down to transfer your clothes, Joel can't help but steal a glance at your body. He feels a stirring in his pants, and he quickly looks away, hoping you don't notice.

When you straighten up, you catch him looking and raise an eyebrow. "Everything okay?"

Joel feels his face grow even hotter. "Uh, yeah, sorry. I just got a little distracted."

You smile knowingly. "Well, I hope it was a good distraction.”

You make small talk as you wait for your laundry to finish, and Joel finds himself even more drawn to you.

As you’re about to leave, you turn to him. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it darlin?"

"Well, I seem to have misplaced a pair of my favorite underwear. I was wondering if you might have seen them around here?"

Joel's mind races as he tries to think of a response. He can't very well admit that he had taken them, could he?

"Uh, no, I haven't seen them," he stammers, hoping you don't notice the lie.

You look disappointed. "Oh, well, thanks anyway. I guess I'll just have to buy a new pair." And with that, you're gone. Shortly after, he gathers his things and leaves.

As soon as he’s outside the room, Joel lets out a sigh of relief. The adrenaline rush from stealing your underwear sends shivers down his spine. He can’t believe how easy that was. This is definitely the highest he's ever felt.

But as he walks away, a wave of guilt washes over him. What kind of sick fuck gets off on stealing women's underwear? He knows how wrong it is, but damn if it doesn't turn him on like nothing else ever could.

He walks aimlessly for a while, trying to distract himself from the thoughts in his head. But every time he thinks about those lacy panties clinging to his thigh, he feels his cock throb.

He needs to do something with them. He needs to feel them against his skin, to smell them, to touch them. But what? Should he hide them away in a drawer? Or should he just keep them nearby for whenever the urge struck?

Joel hesitates for a moment before finally making up his mind.

As he walks back into his apartment, he can’t help but imagine what it would be like to feel those panties on his body. The idea of feeling your softness against his skin makes his cock throb even harder.

Joel decides to try and sleep it off. Maybe by morning, the urge would pass, and he would be able to put this whole thing behind him.

He walks toward his bedroom and strips off his clothes before he climbs into bed. But try as he might, sleep eludes him. The urge to grab those panties and explore them with his tongue is too strong to ignore. He continues to shift restlessly in bed until finally giving in to temptation. He reaches down grabbing the soft fabric from his jeans wrapping one hand around his hard cock and using the other hand to bring the fabric up to his nose and inhales deeply.

Joel's hand moves up and down his shaft, stroking with a rhythm that he knows will bring him to climax in no time. He focuses on the sensation of his own hand, the softness of you on the lace, letting out a low moan as he feels himself getting closer to the edge.

But then, just as he's about to come, Joel hesitates. What if you found out? The thought makes him pause, making him wonder if it’s worth the risk. He decides to take a break for now. Throwing the panties to the floor, he lays there for a few moments, trying to catch his breath. But then he can't resist. The urge takes over slowly and then, all at once, crashing over him like a tidal wave about to suffocate him. Joel picks up the panties one more time and brings them close to his face, inhaling deeply.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath as he licks them slowly, savoring their scent. He runs his tongue over every inch of fabric before finally taking them into his mouth, sucking on them hungrily. "You taste so sweet baby."

He stops to hold the panties in front of his face, admiring their form, admiring the cut and color. He imagines how it would taste if he were to lick your pretty lips and your pretty little clit, imagining how it would taste when he slips his fingers inside you as you’re making a mess all over his face. It almost makes him come right then.

He moans softly as he imagines all the things he would be doing to you once he gets you alone. How you would feel wrapped around his cock, moaning as he pushes into you. His eyes light up as he envisions how you would feel, naked against him, begging and whimpering as he fucks you. He knows the perfect way to drive you insane; torturing you for pleasure before finally plunging into you, making you scream his name, begging daddy for his big cock. He pictures you writhing and crying underneath him as his seed spills all over your soft skin, filling the air with the musky scent of sex.

His fantasy is interrupted, however, as his phone rings, shattering the illusion of the forbidden paradise his imagination created. Joel groans in frustration, reluctantly answering it.

"Ya?" He demands, his voice rough with need and lust, not bothering to ask who it is.

"Hey, big brother. It's me." it was Tommy, and Joel could only guess what this was about. Tommy had seen himself in jail, his fair share these past few years, and Joel was tired of bailing him out.

"Tommy, I swear to god -" Joel starts, ready cuss out his brother and give him the old "I'm gonna kick your ass..." spiel, but Tommy cuts him off.

"I know what you're gonna say. You're gonna kick my ass. But it wasn't my fault this time. The guy had it comin. He was gonna hurt her. I was just tryin' to help. You gotta respect that, Mr. Southern gentleman himself." Tommy says, sounding sincere enough for Joel to believe him. He relaxes slightly. Tommy never did anything particularly bad, but he always manages to get himself in trouble somehow. Even as kids, he was always bailing Tommy out.

Joel rolls his eyes. “That's what you said the last time. I'm gonna kick your damn ass Tommy. I should leave ya in there."

"Alright, alright, look man-"

"What? Make it good, or I'm goin’ back to bed." Joel says impatiently.

"You bail me out this one last time, and I'll buy you the next round'a beer." Tommy bargains.

Joel can't help but laugh at his brother's proposal. "You're really tryin’ to bribe me with beer, huh? Fine, I'll bail you out one last time. But you better not fuck this up, Tommy, you ain’t gettin' another chance." Joel warns.

"Thanks, Joel. I won't let you down this time, I promise - promise on our mamma," Tommy replies, sounding genuinely grateful.

Joel sighs and hangs up the phone, shaking his head. He can't believe he was letting his brother talk him into this again.

But as he gets dressed and heads out to bail his brother out of jail, Joel can’t shake off the feeling of excitement that still lingers from his earlier encounter. The memory of those lacy panties, the scent of you on his fingers, the taste of you on his tongue - all of it is still fresh in his mind.

As he drives, Joel's mind starts to wander. He can't stop thinking about you, about the way you probably look in those silky panties, the way you feel and taste. He feels himself getting hard again just thinking about it. There’s something about you that draws him in, something that makes him want to possess you, to make you his own.

With one hand on the wheel, his free hand pulls out the underwear from his pocket, his hand shaking with desire as he holds the lacy panties up.

He lets out a low moan, his cock already rock hard in his pants and without thinking, he begins to rub himself through the fabric, imagining it’s your hand on him instead.

The sensation is overwhelming, and Joel can feel himself on the brink of climax almost immediately. He tries to hold back to savor the moment, but it’s no use. Within seconds, he’s coming hard, staining his jeans with his own release.

Panicked, he starts feeling around his truck for something to cover up the stain on his pants. He rummages through the glove compartment and the back seat before finally finding an old sweater that Tommy had left behind on a previous visit.

Joel quickly places the sweater over his bulge, hoping it would be enough to hide the stain.

When he arrives, he parks in the loading zone and jumps out of the truck, still trying to act casual while tying the sweater around his waist. But as he approaches the entrance, he can feel the eyes of the other visitors coming in on him, no doubt noticing the bulge in his pants and the sweater tied around his waist.

As he walks into the jail, his face flushes with embarrassment, and his mind still preoccupies with thoughts of you. He makes his way to the visitor's area, scanning the crowd for Tommy.

When he finally spots his brother sitting at a visitors table, looking bored and impatient, Joel approaches him, trying to act as casual as possible.

"Hey, Tommy," Joel says, as he sits across from him.

Tommy looks up and does a double-take when he sees the sweater tied around Joel's waist. "What the hell happened to you?" Tommy asks, with a smirk on his face.

Joel feels his face grow even hotter with embarrassment. "Nothin’, just spilled some coffee on my pants.”

Tommy raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced.

Joel shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to discreetly adjust the sweater tied around his waist. He can feel Tommy's eyes on him, still skeptical about the "coffee" stain.

"Sure thing, big brother. Whatever you say," Tommy says, chuckling to himself.

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Joel and Tommy walk out of the jail, the weight of the situation heavy between them but still Joel can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him as they step out into the cool night air. He had done his duty as an older brother once again, bailing Tommy out of a sticky situation.

As they make their way to Joel's truck, he can’t shake off the thoughts of you that have been consuming him all day. He wants you, needs you, in a way that he has never felt before.

Tommy notices Joel's distracted state and ribbs him about it. "Hey man, you got a girl on the brain or somethin’? You've been acting weird since you got here."

Joel hesitates for a moment, as much of a dumbass his kid brother is, he’s really all he’s got, "Uh - yeah, there’s this girl... Can't stop thinkin’ about her."

Tommy chuckles. "Well, maybe you should ask her out or somethin’. What's the worst that could happen?"

Joel shakes his head. "It's not that simple. I... I don't even know her name."

Tommy raises an eyebrow. "Well, where’d you meet her?"

Joel hesitates for a moment before admitting the truth. "I saw her move the other day across the way. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Just sat there starin’ for a bit, I just couldn't help myself.”

"Well, maybe you'll run into her again sometime. And this time, you can introduce yourself like a normal person."

Joel nods, feeling a glimmer of hope. Maybe Tommy was right. Maybe he would run into you again. And this time, he could do things differently.

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The next evening, Joel finds himself at the bar down the street, hoping against hope that he might see you again, somewhere, somehow. He sits at the bar, nursing a beer and scanning the crowd for any sign of you.

As he sits there, he can't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. Has he been here before? It was like a fog had settled over his memory, making it difficult to recall the details.

And then, just as he's about to give up hope, he sees you walking towards the bar, your eyes scanning the crowd. And then, as if by some miracle, they land on him.

You smile, a shy, tentative smile that makes Joel's heart race. Joel can't help but feel a wave of nervousness wash over him as he sees you approaching him at the bar.

He's always been awkward around women, especially ones as beautiful as you. He tries to play it cool, taking a sip of his beer and glancing up at the TV, but his eyes keep flicking back to you.

"Hey there, cowboy," you say, a playful smile on your lips. "I haven't seen you around here before."

Joel feels a wave of nervousness wash over him, but he tries to hide it with a grin. "Oh, I'm just passin' through," he says, hoping he doesn't sound as awkward as he feels.

But you seem to be enjoying his discomfort, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I'm glad you stopped by."

You lean against the bar, your body close to Joel's. He can feel the heat radiating off of you, and he finds himself struggling to focus on anything but you.

"So, cowboy, tell me what really brings you to this little dive bar?" You ask, your voice low and sultry.

Joel takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. "Just needed a break from the rodeo, I guess," he says, trying to play along.

You laugh, a loud, genuine laugh that makes Joel's heart skip a beat. "Well, I'm glad you found it. Maybe we can make each other's night a little more interesting."

Joel feels a thrill run through him at your words. He knows what you're suggesting, and he can't help but feel a surge of desire. "I'd like that darlin."

You lean in closer, your lips brushing against Joel's ear. "Follow me."

Joel follows you through the crowded bar, his heart racing with excitement. He can't believe what's happening, but he doesn't want it to stop.

You lead him to the bathroom, pushing open the door and pulling him inside. The room is small and dimly lit, but Joel can see the desire shining in your eyes.

You push him up against the wall, your body presses against his. Joel can feel your breath hot against his skin, and he finds himself struggling to breathe.

"I've wanted you since the moment I saw you."

Joel feels a surge of desire run through him. He's wanted you just as badly, and he can't believe this is finally happening. He reaches out, his hands tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, your tongues dancing together as you explore each other's mouths.

Joel's hands move down your body, sliding under your skirt and finding their way to your panties. He can feel the heat radiating off of you, and he knows you want him just as badly as he wants you.

He slides your panties down your legs, his fingers lingering for a moment before he lets them fall to the floor.

You break the kiss, your breath hot and heavy. "Take me."

Joel doesn't need to be told twicn.sbb

De. He helps you up onto the sink and your legs wrap around his waist as he slides inside of you.

You moan with pleasure, your head thrown back as Joel thrusts into you. The bathroom is small and cramped, but neither of you care. All that matters is the heat and the pleasure between you.

Joel can feel himself getting close, the pleasure building up inside of him. He knows he won't be able to hold back for much longer.

But just as he's about to reach his climax, you pull away, your body sliding down his.

"Not yet, cowboy," you say, a playful smile on your lips.

Joel watches as you sink to your knees in front of him, your eyes never leaving his. He feels a surge rush through him as you reach for his hard cock, you wrap your hand around it, stroking him slowly. Joel lets out a low moan as he feels your hand on him, the sensation almost too much to bear.

You lean in closer, your breath hot against his skin. He can feel your lips brushing against the tip of his cock, and he holds his breath in anticipation.

And then, finally, you take him into your mouth. Joel lets out another moan as he feels your lips around him, your tongue swirling around his cock. His thoughts are consumed with desire as he watches you pleasure him.

He reaches down, tangling his fingers in your hair as he begins to thrust his hips, fucking your mouth with a roughness that takes you by surprise. You moan around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. He can't believe how good it feels and how much he wants you.

He feels himself teetering on the edge, and he knows he's about to come. He pulls out of your mouth, your saliva glistening on his cock.

Without a word, he pulls you up and turns you around, bending you over the sink. He can see your face in the mirror, your eyes wide with desire and anticipation.

He slides inside of you, your wetness coating his cock as he begins to thrust. He can feel you clenching around him, your body trembling. Joel reaches around, his fingers finding your clit. He begins to rub slow circles, hearing you moan with pleasure as he hits the right spot.

He knows he won't be able to hold back much longer, and with one final thrust, he spills his seed deep inside of you, filling you up as you moan with pleasure.

Joel watches in the mirror as you come with him, your face flushed with pleasure, and your eyes glazed over with desire. He can't believe what just happened, but he knows one thing for sure - he needs more of you.

He pulls out of you and helps you to your feet. You lean into him, your body trembling with pleasure.

"Wow," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel chuckles, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him. "Yeah, wow," he says, pulling you close for a kiss.

He helps you straighten your clothes, his fingers lingering on your skin for a moment before he pulls away.

You reach down, picking up your panties from the floor. You hold them out to Joel, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"A souvenir," you wink.

Joel takes the panties, his heart racing with excitement.

You lean in, your fingers putting a pre-written note in his pocket, and your lips brush against his ear. "Call me, cowboy," you say, your voice low and sultry.

And then you're gone, leaving Joel alone in the bathroom with nothing but the memory of your body and the scent of your panties to remind him of what just happened. He can't believe what just happened, but he knows one thing for sure - he's never felt this alive before.

[harrywavycurly]

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why is this so reader x killer eddie coded? reader is so sweet and innocent, they’re like “let me make my husband a bath so he can decompress after a long night at the plant🥹” plant aka killing people 😂😂😂

Hiii babes!! This made me laugh because it’s sooo Reader and Killer!Eddie!! I hope you enjoy this little thing where you are just trying to pamper your husband because it’s what he deserves (at least to you)😂💖

TW: Eddie is a serial killer

*reminder in this series you’re a Princess reader aka slightly spoiled*

-find all things A Killer’s Love here✨

You smile to yourself as you step back from what you’d call a masterpiece of a bath setup that included a glass of red wine and a snack, even went as far as to drop in one of your favorite bath bombs to make the water a milky color as well as make the bathroom smell like almonds with a tiny hint of vanilla. Happy with the set up you turn so you can try to figure out how to work the towel warmer Eddie had bought you for Christmas a few years ago, you open it up and place one of your giant fluffy towels in and close the lid expecting it to automatically start warming the towel. You raise an eyebrow when nothing happens and no lights on the buttons turn on, you check the cord to make sure it’s plugged in all the way and to your annoyance still nothing starts to happen.

“Honey can you help me for a moment?” Eddie turns his head in your direction when you poke your head into the living room. He just smiles and nods his head in response as he gets up off the couch and follows you into the bedroom. “Now before we go in I just need you to do a few things for me.” Eddie gives you a confused look as you stop right outside the bathroom door and turn so you can face him.

“You’re up to something aren’t you princess?” He teases as he crosses his arms in front of his chest. “What would you like me to do?” You just smile and reach up and place a kiss to his cheek before you hand him a hair tie. “You want me to put my hair up?” He questions as he begins gathering his curly hair into a bun at the back of his neck.

“I know you don’t like to get it wet if you can avoid it.” He just nods as you then place the laundry hamper next to him making him pause his movements so he can look from it back to you. “You can’t take a bath in your clothes so…gonna have to get rid of them.” Eddie chuckles as you get a sly little smirk on your face.

“A bath huh? That’s what you need my help with?” You just turn around and open the bathroom door letting Eddie get a glimpse inside and he can’t help but smile because he can tell you put a lot of thought into this bath.

“Uhm actually I need your help with this,” you take a few steps inside the bathroom and point to the towel warmer. “It won’t turn on for me…I think it only likes you.” Eddie laughs as he quickly takes off his shirt and tosses it into the laundry hamper, unbuttoning his pants as he takes a step into the bathroom so he can get a look at what the problem is.

“Well baby it helps if you turn it on.” You let out a huff as Eddie simply pushes the button on top making the lights turn on and a timer appear on the little screen letting you see it’ll start warming up in about five minutes. “Now what’s all this for Princess?” He asks as he quickly wraps his arms around you from behind so he can nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck.

“I know you’ve had a hard week with all the late nights you’ve been working at the plant.” Eddie feels his heart drop a bit at the mention of working late because while he has been working late nights it hasn’t been at the plant. “So I ran you a little bath and got you some wine.” Eddie smiles as he sees the little assortment of things on the bath tray he got you for your birthday last year. “I even made the bed up all nice and cozy for when you get out.” Eddie’s hold on you loosens as you can turn around in his arms.

“You’re not gonna make me enjoy this bath alone now are you?” He asks making you playfully roll your eyes as Eddie leans down and places a kiss to your forehead.

“Sorry I only warmed up one towel.” Eddie laughs as you wiggle out of his hold so you can start the bath water up again to add more hot water. “Now you just enjoy yourself.” Eddie watches you pause before leaving the bathroom and look over your shoulder. “Honey?” Eddie raises an eyebrow as he finishes taking his pants off. “Please…try to relax a little bit okay?” He just smiles and nods his head because he knows you’re well aware it takes a lot for Eddie to relax but you also know this bath will do a good job at helping him pause and enjoy a few moments a peace at least for a little bit.

“You’ll be waiting for me when I’m done?” He asks with a wink and you just laugh and nod your head as you walk out of the bathroom and close the door so Eddie can enjoy his time by himself.

[svftvluv]

here to request sloppy drunk sex with vin 🙋‍♀️

had some friends over yesterday and someone mentioned sloppy sex and now i cant get it out of my head HELP 😭😂

Sloppy & Messy

Pairings: Vinnie Hacker x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Never put a drunk Vinnie and a drunk Y/N together in a room.

Warnings: smut, p in v, hair pulling, face slapping, manhandling, spit kink, use of the word ‘daddy’ once, cheating, use of alcohol, choking kink, but of possessiveness

Author’s Note: Don’t know if a lot of dirty talk goes in drunk sex, but let’s pretend it does. I added a little something to the end :)

didn’t proofread

They were in stable, happy relationships, but they craved each other. Five shots in and they both were completely drunk. It didn’t help that they’re friends were complete assholes as they put them both in the same room. “Fuck her good, Vinnie.!” “Get that dick, Y/N!” And other things were shouted before they locked and shut the door. All it took was for Vinnie to take one good look at her and he had her pushed up against the wall. With one hand on her throat and the other pulling her closer to him, he whispered to her, “You’re all mine tonight.”

Vinnie pushed her on back causing her drink to spill, but they didn’t mind. The kiss was sloppy, but hot. She lifted his shirt letting him she wanted it off. He unbuttoned her blouse exposing her breasts as she had nothing under. “Fuck, these are hot.” He said before taking one of her nipples in his mouth and massaging the other one. He, soon, kissed her on the lips, leaving a trail of saliva behind. They both lout out desperate groans. “Gonna ruin you.” He said before opening her mouth with thumb on her bottom lip and spitting in it. She swallowed and opened up her mouth to show him. “Good girl.”

He held her hands above her head as he relentlessly pounded into her. Her mascara was smudged along with her lip gloss. The room wreaked of alcohol and sex, if sex had a smell. They were both sweaty and desperate to reach the amount of pleasure they both desired. “You love how my cock feels inside you, don’t you.” She frantically nodded her head, feeling him hit her cervix making her scream. “Scream my name, slut. Let your entire neighborhood know who’s fucking you.” He let go of her hands and put her legs over his shoulder, giving him a better angle. She arched her back as he began repeatedly thrusting. “V-Vinnie, feels too good… t-too much!” Her small hands tried to pry herself away from his grip. Getting annoyed with her, he flipped her onto her stomach. He gripped her hair pulling her back, making her whine. “Is it too much? Feels so good your pussy can’t take it?” He teased her as he slapped her face around. “Sounds like you want me to go harder.” He said before sliding back in evoking a moan from her.

As they were reaching their orgasms her phone rang. She was too fucked to realize who it was before Vinnie answered the call seeing it was her boyfriend, putting it on speaker. “You’re so close, baby. Can feel you clenching around me.” He teased as he held her head up by her throat to hold eye contact. Just when her boyfriend was about to hang up whatever he was listening to, he heard her fragile little voice. “Please, I need to cum daddy. Let me cum.” Vinnie smirked to himself at her response and seeing that the call was still going. “Of course, you can cum, baby.” He purposely made his thrusts more animalistic to bring her to a body shuddering orgasm. She held her hips against him, screaming out his name multiple times as all she could think about was Vinnie. “Atta girl, scream my name. Let your lousy boyfriend know you’re mine.” She was too out of it to comprehend what he said, but after tonight she was all his again.

Taglist: @venicebixch @writereleasexoxo @ssuziess @xolunamoonxo @honestlywtf04 @kayleiggh @jess-wither @ellabellabus07 @onmykneesforrafe

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[hyunsvngs]

A full length!? You would bless us with full length!? Did you hear me scream??

Oh oh on topic of betas, what about our beta boys feeling like insecure about not being an alpha or even omega and you reassure them they are perfect and enough whether it be in a cute way or....our nasty favourite way 😂😂

-🦇

i WOULD AND I WILL BLESS YOU WITH A FULL LENGTH FIC. lemme just think on who to do it abiut and it will happen:3 HERES COMFORTING BETAS BINNIE, HYUNNIE AND SEUNGIE:3

changbin:

“do you ever feel… disappointed that i’m a beta?”

you let your book fall to your lap as soon as changbin speaks. when you look at him, he’s timid, glasses on his nose and his fluffy hair ruffled. he was scrolling through his phone and had undoubtedly seen something upsetting, which always annoyed you - how could you feel disappointed when he’s so fucking beautiful?

“binniebug, you’re perfect,” you coo, sidling up close to him on the sofa. he immediately blushes, the little downturned smile coming to his lip as he pulls you in with his massive arm. “you’re so perfect. i love the way you smell, and i couldn’t handle you being an alpha. y’know they’re too… alpha-y for me.”

changbin giggles, rubbing his head against yours with a sweet ‘aaaang’ sound. “so, you don’t ever wish it even when, like, you’re in heat?”

you scoff. “if you’re looking for sexual validation honey, i think you got enough of that last night. you do more than enough for me during my heats and i could never wish for anything more. not even a knot - not when i’ve got your pretty cock at my disposal.”

“hey! i’m not at your disposal, i’m not an object-“

you grin, looking up at him. “not an object at all, binnie. what i’m saying is… you’re telling me you wouldn’t want to have sex right now?”

changbin blushes brighter, his nose scrunching. “well, yeah.”

“exactly my point,” you chime, looking at his phone. he’s watching some podcast on youtube that’s guaranteed to have said something upsetting. “you’re perfect, binnie.”

he’s timid when he replies. “you promise?”

“i promise.”

hyunjin:

hyunjin’s never gotten annoyed about his presentation. it made sense to him. he was the perfect balance - soft and beautiful, but tall and broad. what more could he want? it all changed when he learned you had an omega ex and went and pouted in the other room for a solid ten minutes.

you knocked on the door, not waiting for a response before you opened it a crack. “hyunnie?”

“you can come in.”

when you entered, he was fiddling with a canvas. he’d stress cleaned his studio, sitting cross legged on the floor in his pyjamas. it didn’t surprise you, but you still cooed, going over to sit opposite him. “hyunnie, baby, you know it doesn’t mean anything. i’m way happier with you than i was with him.”

hyunjin perks up, scratching the back of his head. “really? was he an asshole?”

you scoffed. “beyond the level of an asshole. you’re perfect. the one thing i would change about you is that you’re way too hard on yourself.”

“i can’t help it,” he mumbles. he starts fiddling with the canvas nervously again. “i just want to be perfect for you.”

“baby, you are,” you lean forward, wrapping his arms around him. he obliges to the hug, pulling you onto his lap with a swift motion. you hum, wiggling around until you get comfortable. “see? look how strong you are! and so, so beautiful.”

hyunjin blinks, and then he’s grinning. “i guess i am beautiful. versace rep, and everything-“

“shut up,” you giggle, slapping his shoulder playfully. “i’ve boosted your ego way too much now.”

“it was already boosted,” his tone is soft now, rubbing circles on your lower back. “i feel like i must be the sexiest man on earth because i’ve got you.”

“softie.”

he hums, nodding in agreement. “but i love you, so it’s fine.”

seungmin:

heat sex was a must with seungmin. he would never leave you without his cock in such a delicate, vulnerable time for you - and it’s after another one of those times when he flops over next to you, chest heaving. your heat had finally broken, and you finally feel clear headed.

until seungmin spoke.

“can we talk?” when you turn to look at him, he was leaning up on one arm. his eyes are soft, but his lips are pressed in a firm line. you blink a few times before nodding. this bastard better not about to be able to break up with you after he just gave you the best fuck of your life. “do you ever wish i was an alpha, or even an omega?”

you gasp. “seungmin! what the fuck? i’ve never said that.”

seungmin sighs. with a quick move, he’s bringing your naked, sweaty body on top of his. his body is just as sweaty and naked. “well, i guess i don’t really understand heats and ruts fully. it had me thinking just now… do you ever wish i understood?”

“you do,” you reply, brows furrowing. “you fuck me every single time and do all the breeding dirty talk, and it’s not even fake. you can actually breed me.”

“well, yeah, i know that,” he scoffs. “but i don’t even have a knot.”

“i don’t want a knot when i have your amazing cock, thanks.”

seungmin lets out a puff of air, amused at your statement. “so, you’re really okay? like, you’re satisfied being with me and everything?”

you wiggle up to face him, kissing his button nose. he scrunches it in response. “seungmin, i’m in love with you. i promise i’m happy.”

seungmin’s lips part in shock, then he’s shoving you off of him playfully. “ew, go shower. so sweaty.”

“love you, seungie!” you giggle as you jump off the bed, and he sighs. when you get to the bedroom door, you stop and turn around. just as you thought - he’s behind you, ready to join you in the shower.

you smile fondly when his arms wrap around your waist.

“i love you too, but don’t tell anyone i said that. now, can we actually shower? we are sticky in multiple ways.”

[andguesswhat]

Timmy said he swam in chocolate....

Not much time to think, not much time to write, so if you are not satisfied, please complain to @zuzla33! 😜 She somehow managed to coerce me into it. And maybe to @Valgal78 and @gatoenlaciudad, too 😂😘 Oh yes and the butthole anon may also be somewhat to blame 🙈

Not beta-read. But I hope you can enjoy it nonetheless. If there are stupid mistakes in it, please let me know.

Drenched

*

Timmy turns the key and pushes the heavy iron door open.

"I wonder what they're doing with all that choc- " Armie is about to ask when Timmy interrupts him in a panic.

"Shhht!"

"What?" asks Armie in still relatively normal volume as they step into the hall. "It's in the middle of the night. No one is here, right? You made sure of that, remember?"

Timmy rolls his eyes. "Can you please be quiet anyway? I'm getting scared. You never know!"

"Yeah, you never know!" Armie imitates Timmy with a grin and then adds in an exaggeratedwhisper, "Okay, I’ll whisper but only if I get to choose the music and the volume on the way back because seriously my ears are still ringing and that might be the reason that I talk so loud, I can’t hear anything.”

Timmy rolls his eyes again, this time apparently at Armie's stuffiness, but can't help a little smile.

The hall is dimly lit, only emergency lighting everywhere. Armie considers asking if they could turn the lights on, just to annoy Timmy a little more, but of course there is something about it, this mood of an abandoned movie set in the middle of the night.

He follows Timmy down the hall. He's been able to see a bit of the set while he's here in London with him, but the set in this hall had only been finished at the last minute before the shoot.

And then they're standing in front of the river. The chocolate river. All around is lawn with lots of green plants and colorful flowers and it really looks pretty awesome actually.

Timmy grins enthusiastically at Armie.

It's not at all clear what they're exactly doing here. Or will do.

Timmy had sent him some photos of the shoot in the chocolate river in the morning, his clothing covered in chocolate, his face smeared with chocolate, and Armie hadn't been able to resist sending a few raunchy comments.

Although he didn't even know if the chocolate was edible.

Yes it is, Timmy had written. Just chocolate, milk and honey.

And that's how it smells now. Very pleasantly sweet.

Timmy had glamoured the security of the hall. He knows how to do these things. He's nice to everyone, and when he wants something, he's even nicer. And then a few bills, of course, to keep quiet.

Timmy's request didn't sound that strange though. Armie is used to much stranger things from celebrities. Timmy had told the security guard that he had heard that chocolate baths are the latest shit and oh, so healthy, and it would be a shame not to use all this, right? So he wondered if he couldn't take a quick bath tonight?

"You weird Americans,” the very British security guy had replied, shaking his head. “But don't you dare do anything ugly that gets me in trouble, or I'll have you drowned in that river and then you won't be able to smile so nicely anymore."

Armie hasn't met that security man yet, but likes his humor already.

"And what if this guy has a crush on you and shows up here too?" he wonders.

"Don't give me that shit! You better take your clothes off!" Timmy answers while starting to undress himself.

"Me? I'm not going in there."

"What?"

"I said I'd be happy to help you lick it off, but I can't imagine -"

Timmy's t-shirt hits him square in the face. "Pussy!"

"What?" Armie's voice is way too high. "Well, I really don't know if that necessarily has anything to do with being a pussy, if-"

"Oh fuck you!" laughs Timmy as he takes off the rest of his clothes and finally stands stark naked in front of him.

"Okay..." Timmy looks kind of nervously excited at the chocolate pond and Armie feels way too many feelings for his man again.

How he now stands there so skeptically with his beautiful slender figure, indecisively crosses his arms in front of his chest and finally carefully dips a toe into the chocolate river, looking like some modern version of Botticelli's Venus.

"I don't know... So completely naked now it's something else..."

Armie laughs. "But making me look stupid. Come on! Go for it."

"I thought we were doing this together! You could have said something about not going in!"

"But I didn't say I was going in either!"

"But so alone now... feels kind of stupid!"

"You know, we can stand here and argue... or - "

And then he pushes Timmy unceremoniously into the chocolate.

Blutsh!

That fall alone is a sight he will never forget.

How the chocolate sloshes around Timmy in huge waves and coats his body with the liquid chocolate.

Epic!

And Timmy squeals happily. What more could you want.

"Oh god, this is so good!"

Armie lies down contentedly on the grass, one arm propped on his elbow, watching his man move happily in the chocolate pond.

"Please come in. It's so much more awesome when you feel it on your bare skin..."

"I'll take your word for it, but thanks, no."

Because he wants to watch Timmy experience this, explore this. It’s just so adorable. How he's fascinated sliding his arms through the chocolate, making ripples, and then doing some steps, bending his knees a bit and realizing in amazement, "God... it feels so good…” he wrinkles his nose, “Especially in certain places…"

And when Timmy then curiously lets his hands disappear behind his back in the liquid chocolate and everything looks like he's pulling his butt cheeks apart, plus his facial expression suddenly becoming all sensual, including a slight opening of his mouth, a little excited gasp... Armie involuntarily has to swallow. And is suddenly horny as hell.

With Timmy, the switch is apparently also flipped, as he puts one arm somewhere in front of him, and yes, he certainly is touching his cock and definitely liking what he feels.

That little sexy bastard. Armie gets hard just from watching him.

He wonders if he will have to get into the chocolate now after all, but then Timmy looks at him so darkly, wades towards him through the chocolate, crawls out of the chocolate, and Armie can’t think straight anymore.

Timmy’s whole body is covered in this sweet, wet chocolate, some of his curls are drenched, too, the chocolate is dripping, dripping from his curls, from his body, and fucking dripping from his already hard cock…

Who wouldn’t find that extremely delicious?

Even more delicious when Timmy crawls over Armie; it’s dripping everywhere, and then he already has Timmy's chocolate smeared hands on his cheeks and Timmy's chocolate smeared lips on his mouth and he can't say that's bad, quite the opposite. It’s fucking luscious.

Chocolate, milk and honey. Everything smells so good, tastes so good.

He lets Timmy kiss him, enjoys the moment, enjoys the literally sweetest man imaginable kissing him, tastes the chocolate on Timmy's lips, on his thumb sliding into Armie's mouth and running over his tongue, sucks on it, and then he can't stop himself, he has to slide his hand over Timmy's smeared neck, has to lick the chocolate off his lips, off his chin and god, off his neck. And Timmy moans with satisfaction.

Armie feels like he is in heaven. His naked man smeared with chocolate, looking so sexy and apparently feeling so sexy, all that smearing and licking… it is just so fucking hot. Plus the sweet smell, the sweet taste, and he wonders why didn't they think of this before?

Armie runs his hands over Timmy’s chest, smearing the chocolate as he licks Timmy's neck, licks it clean, inch by inch, wants to taste Timmy’s chocolate nipples, sucks at them, and licks them clean, too. All the while Timmy's eyes darken with lust, low moans coming out of his mouth.

And that's why Armie then grabs Timmy's cock too, is about to pump the already hard chocolate dripping dick, when Timmy suddenly whispers, "I can't do this here. I'm shooting a movie here! I can't do this."

What?

Armie tries to stay calm because he wants his man way too much right now and is afraid that if he says something wrong he won't get him, but he has to at least comment on the obvious."You already are totally naked and you already have a boner."

"Yeah, but making out like that is another thing from actually doing it!"

"Timmy!" Armie takes a deep breath. He'd like to say, ´you can't get me all hot and bothered here right now and then say, nah, you don’t get me`, but he knows he won't get anywhere with that line of reasoning, so he says softly,

"God, Timmy, you look so fucking hot, you smell so fucking good, taste so fucking good, I want you so bad, baby" because this is so fucking true and he kisses him, on the lips, on the cheek. "And besides, what are you going to say to the car rental company when you smear the chocolate all over the car seat, I kind of need to lick you clean first, don’t you think?” More soft kisses. “And that’s what you want, too, isn’t it?” He whispers into Timmy’s ear before he licks on Timmy’s neck again.”You want me to lick you clean, right? Like everywhere. You love that, don’t you, baby?" Timmy’s breathing is getting heavier, so Armie dares to carefully put his hand back on Timmy's cock, starting massaging it lightly, with all the slick chocolate around, and smiles contently when he sees Timmy's eyes flutter shut.

"God, you're so fucking hot, baby. Can we please go on a little more?"

"Okay..." answers Timmy, breathing heavily.

"Really okay?" asks Armie just in case.

"Yeah..." and a small smile flits across Timmy's face before the lust takes over again.

His man is horny as fuck and that is good because he is horny as fuck as well.

Quickly Armie undresses himself, everything has to go, shirt, shoes, pants, shorts, while Timmy lies in the grass on his back, looking at him darkly and running his hands over his slick body. God, he loves it when Timmy does this.

Finally, he squats down and once again takes in his beautiful, chocolate-soaked man before leaning forward and beginning to lick him from toes to head.

Of course he lingers for quite a while in the middle section, the inner thighs deserve a lot of attention, and the way Timmy moans he seems to think so too. Especially the hollow between leg and hip needs a lot of thoroughly licking, there is really a lot of chocolate accumulated. And then of course there is Timmy's beautiful chocolate covered cock. First he licks the balls, then the shaft, then the tip. Armie licks it and sucks it while Timmy moans and groans and buries his fingers in Armie's hair.

At one point then, Timmy whispers, "You need some chocolate too," before he bites his lip and bends to the river, dips his hand in the chocolate flow, pulls it back out, the chocolate dripping, and reaches for Armie's cock, rubbing the chocolate over it and Armie can't help it, the squishy, slippery feeling is too much, he has to moan out loud.

“Fuck!”

Timmy giggles.

"Can I taste it? I want to taste it so badly" he whispers and without waiting for an answer he starts licking Armie's shaft.

Fuck, this feels good! Timmy swirling his tongue around his cock, licking it. And fuck, this looks so hot when Timmy lets Armie's cock slide deep into his mouth, the chocolate spilling over his lips left and right.

Timmy is sucking him devotedly until he can't get any harder and Armie would like to come into his mouth so badly but he knows he definitely needs his boner for what is yet to come.

Timmy knows this too, because when he lets the cock slide out of his mouth satisfied, he asks "Wanna see what my hole looks like?"

And god yes, since Timmy has pulled his butt cheeks apart in the chocolate pond, he desperately wants to see this.

Timmy flips over onto his stomach. Timmy's backside isn't quite as darkly smeared with chocolate anymore because he was lying in the grass, but that makes the dark wet spots leading between his butt cheeks all the more appealing. And so it is, Armie spreads Timmy's cheeks with his hands and his mouth gets dry involuntarily when he sees Timmy's butthole completely drenched in liquid chocolate. This is only topped when his entrance twitches.

Armie can't stand it a second longer, he puts his lips to it, sucking out the chocolate, greedily running his tongue around and finally over the luscious wet chocolate hole.

Not that he doesn't love eating out Timmy otherwise, but tasting the sweet liquid chocolate out of Timmy’s ass while Timmy squirms with moans beneath him is something he won't soon forget.

He could do this forever; every time he has licked him clean, he spreads some more chocolate over his hole, when Timmy suddenly desperately pants, "Fuck me, Armie…Please!"

Timmy is already a wreck, Armie can feel it. All the licking was teasing enough, and that's why Armie doesn't make him wait any longer. He quickly stretches him by the most necessary with his fingers, puts his cock at Timmy's entrance, pushes it inside him inch by inch and starts fucking him.

“Yes”, Timmy groans in relief.

Armie has to grip hard because the chocolate skin is so slippery, ramming his cock into Timmy again and again, who cries out in ecstasy with every thrust.

He is just considering increasing the speed when Timmy pushes his butt back and breathlessly says, "I wanna ride you."

He gets on top of Armie, lowers himself on Armie’s cock, rides Armie, rides himself further into ecstasy, milking Armie's cock with his tight hole, writhing his body, moaning loudly and Armie has to concentrate not to cum at the sight.

Timmy's sexuality is like no other. He can lose himself completely in it.

Moreover Timmy knows exactly what he wants. "Oh God, fuck me, Armie, I'm so close," he gasps and quickly lies on his back and spreads his legs and just as quickly Armie bends over him and sinks his cock back inside him to fuck him again.

They've had sex in places where Armie had to put his hand over Timmy's mouth so Timmy's moans wouldn't give them away, but here, here, when Timmy's unrestrained moans echo through the hall, it brings him close to the edge.

Timmy’s thick cock is lying heavy on his stomach and Armie grabs it with one hand to pump it while he keeps thrusting into Timmy’s hot hole.

“I’m coming, Armie..!!” Timmy pants and just one more thrust and Timmy spurts his load on his belly, his cum mingling with the chocolate, and just the thought of tasting this brings Armie over the edge.

A deep and loud groan and he comes in Timmy, and then…. only panting.

God, fuck, this was good.

When Armie has caught his breath again, he leans forward and licks the white cum with the brown chocolate off Timmy’s raising and lowering belly, licks his way up until he finally gets to Timmy’s face and kisses him tenderly on the lips.

They lie there for a few minutes clinging and snuggled together before they slowly get up, completely exhausted, and collect their clothes.

With their T-shirts they scrub the lawn a bit to make the chocolate disappear, but they only do it half-heartedly because Timmy thinks they won't shoot in the corner anyway.

On the way back they listen to Barry White at a moderate volume, which is important if only because Armie can then better hear Timmy singing along softly.

In their hotel room they take a shower. There are still remnants of chocolate on their bodies and Armie loves to wash every inch of Timmy's body with the sponge.

Afterwards they lie down in bed and look at each other dreamily. They both have a smile on their lips. How could they not, with what they just did.

Timmy still smells of chocolate and Armie involuntarily takes his hand, smells it and kisses it.

And then all of a sudden reality-Timmy stops by, he does that sometimes, not often, but sometimes, and for a second Timmy's whole body tenses, his look a picture of pure horror as if just in that second he realizes what had happened and shouts startled,

"What the fuck did I do?"

As if he hadn't even begun to think about reality in the last few hours, but was just in his own world. Not even when he said he couldn't do it was about reality, but was just an unconscious way to make Armie beg and make everything that much more intense.

"Maybe there were cameras?" He looks at Armie with the biggest terrified eyes and Armie can’t help himself, he has to laugh out loud at this.

Oh man, life without Timmy would be so boring.

And after he kisses Timmy softly on the mouth, he says, “Well I would say, make sure to get a copy of that footage. You have a good connection to the security guard, haven't you?”

*

[firstkanaphans]

Hey there! Hope I'm not asking for too much, but could you please give us at least one of the three explicit scenes we were rubbed off? (Uninterrupted version ofc) thank you in advance🙏

Okay, first of all, I need you to know that that is the funniest typo I have ever seen in my life. Please slide back into my inbox and tell me if it was an honest-to-god Freudian slip or if you were just being clever—but either way, kudos to you for making me laugh 😂 Per your request, here is the kitchen scene (uninterrupted vers.) because y’all know I love me some domestic fluff. 

For the third morning in a row, Sand woke up to find Ray in his bed. And just like the two mornings before, he couldn’t quite believe that it was real. In only a few weeks, he and Ray had gone from strangers who frequented the same bar to friends. Or, well, something like that. 

Although Sand had a long list of things he had to do, he allowed himself a few seconds to just stare at the boy lying next to him. Ray always looked good, but Sand preferred him like this: sober and carefree without the usual trappings of wealth adorning his body. In Sand’s bed, with his hair un-styled and his designer clothes discarded, they almost felt like equals. 

He smoothed the covers down over Ray’s still-sleeping body and then crawled out of bed, being extra careful not to wake him. Ray needed his sleep.

Every time Sand stayed over at Ray’s house, Ray would offer to feed him, so Sand felt it was only polite to do the same. He couldn’t afford the typical restaurant fare Ray offered him, but he had plenty of food in the refrigerator. He would make it himself.

He was just putting the finishing touches on breakfast when he heard footsteps behind him.

“Something smells good,” a voice said and then a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. 

Sand turned to find a sleepy Ray resting with his cheek pressed against Sand’s back, still wearing the tank top and boxers he had fallen asleep in. “Me or the breakfast?” he asked.

Ray groaned at the corny joke. “It’s too early for flirting. My brain can’t keep up.” He released Sand, but he didn’t go far. He was like a puppy in that way. Instead, he just peeked over Sand’s shoulder to look at the meal he’d prepared. He let out a whistle, low and impressed. “You sure are multi-talented, aren’t you? Thug by night, cook by morning?”

Sand rolled his eyes. “I’m on my own. If I want to eat, I have to cook. Unlike you, I don’t have an Alfred.”

Ray snorted at the insult. “Asshole. I’m not Bruce Wayne!”

No, Sand was pretty sure Ray was richer than Bruce Wayne. Without a word, he picked a plate piled high with eggs, sausages, croissants, and bacon off of the counter and handed it to Ray, who stared at it as if it was poisonous.

“I can’t stomach it,” he whined, trying to hand it back. “I’m still hungover.”

“Just take a bite. Maybe it’ll help,” Sand said, refusing to take the plate. He had spent enough time with Ray to know that he didn’t eat enough. He filled up on alcohol instead. That was one of the reasons Sand had bothered to cook at all. And yet, the look on Ray’s face made it very clear the food was not going to get eaten. “Or how about a black coffee?”

Ray scrunched his nose in disgust. “I don’t like coffee.” This time when he tried to hand the plate back, Sand took it. 

“Well, what about a hangover pill? That might help.”

“They never do shit for me,” Ray said, crossing his arms over his chest as if it was the pill’s fault and not the fact that he drank like a fish. He was acting like a picky, spoiled child and yet Sand couldn’t let it go. He wanted to help him.

“Water?” he offered as a last resort. Ray shook his head. Sand set the plate back down on the counter, now annoyed. “What do you usually do to get over a hangover, then?”

Ray thought about it and then finally, his face showed an emotion other than contempt. He smirked the same way he did whenever Sand undressed him and then he stepped forward to whisper in his ear. “Jerk off.”

Sand couldn’t help it. He laughed. “You’re a feisty thing in the morning, aren’t you?”

“I’m not kidding! It works,” Ray said, but he was laughing too. “When you do it, your brain releases endorphins. Take a shower after that and”—he shivered as if just the thought brought him pleasure—“it feels damn good.”

“I can’t do it when I’m hungover. I just won’t get hard,” Sand said, staring at Ray fondly. His eyes were sparkling with mirth and Sand would have been able to read the intention in them from a mile away. He had been conditioned to it now. He took a step forward. “So…why’re you telling me this?” 

Ray threw his nose into the air and cocked an eyebrow, but refused to respond. Sand grabbed him by the waistband of his boxers, pulled him closer, and then let the elastic snap back against his skin. Ray jumped.

“You need help?” Sand asked.

Ray closed the distance between them, clearly pleased with the direction this conversation had taken. “Why? You want to?”

Sand did. He always did. He craved Ray the way Ray craved alcohol. He let his hand slip beneath the waistband of Ray’s boxers again, but he never broke eye contact. He wanted to see the way Ray’s eyes darkened, wanted to know that this, at least, was something he could give him.

“What if I do?” Sand asked, so close that when he spoke, his lips brushed against Ray’s. And then, heart racing, he kissed him.

The thing about kissing Ray was that you never knew which version of him you were going to get. Ray vacillated between soft and clingy, wild and passionate—usually depending on how much he’d had to drink—and in both cases, there was an undercurrent of sadness. Of anger. But today, with Ray still recovering from sleep, the negative emotions he fed with alcohol hadn’t yet had a chance to brew. He twined his arms around Sand’s neck and kissed him like he was the only thing in the world that mattered. It was an illusion, but one Sand would happily indulge.  He reached around Ray and picked him up.

Ray let out a yelp of surprise against Sand’s mouth, but once he realized what was happening, he laughed. Sand spun them around, set Ray down on the counter, and for a second, they just looked at each other. Ray’s cheeks and nose were red from kissing and even without the clothes or accessories that he usually wore, he was still beautiful. Sand stripped him of his boxers, took him in hand, and began stroking him.

Ray wasn’t yet hard, but he had always been very receptive to Sand’s touch. It didn’t take long before his dick was standing to attention against his stomach, but although he was clearly enjoying himself–bucking up into Sand’s touch—he was almost preternaturally calm. Instead of focusing on his own pleasure, all of his attention was on Sand.

As Sand jerked him off, Ray let his fingers roam Sand’s face, let them stroke through his hair, let them lift his chin and force him to look him in the eyes. Ray was staring at him as if Sand was beautiful. As if what they were doing was beautiful. And it gave Sand a cursed hope. He couldn’t take it anymore. So instead, he buried his face in Ray’s neck and kissed him there.

Almost immediately, as if breaking eye contact had broken some sort of trance, Ray returned to himself. “Fuck,” he hissed, throwing his head back to give Sand better access to his neck. It took less than a minute before he was making the most desperate sounds, whining and begging for release. 

So Sand gave it to him.

Ray came all over Sand’s hand with a delicious, satisfied moan that filled the whole apartment. It was the most beautiful thing Sand had ever seen.

He washed his hands in the sink and then helped Ray back into his boxers. Ray didn’t even try to help, happy to just sit there and let Sand do all the work. Once that was done, Sand picked him up and set him back down on the ground.

“Now go take that shower,” he said, smacking Ray playfully on the ass. Ray yelped in surprise, but he was smiling. “But when you’re done, you have to eat.”

“Come with me,” Ray said, taking Sand by the hand.

Sand rolled his eyes. “Come with you where?”

Instead of answering, Ray reached out and fondled the very obvious bulge in the front of Sand’s pants. “Come take a shower with me.”

“Ray,” Sand protested. This alone had already eaten up enough time in his busy schedule. 

“Please,” Ray begged, eyes wide, lashes fluttering—that goddamn puppy dog pout that Sand still hadn’t learned to say no to.

“Fine,” he relented. Then he let Ray lead him by the hand into the bathroom where they had spent their first night together, both of them beaming.

[moonlight-if-knight]

Lmao, I’m just imagining Derek and maybe Enrique just talking and they just see MC, Alex and Jere just running past them and Max chasing after them full speed not that far behind the trio 💀

Hahaha, oh no 😂😂

This is based on this previous ask.

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Father and Derek are talking in the middle of the hallway, maybe about the next gathering with all the families or maybe about something Lord Mond needs. You aren’t quite sure as you all stop running for a moment to talk to them.

“Nothing’s wrong here,” you tell them.

“We’re just racing each other,” Alex says with an easy smile.

Jere grips tighter his little pouch, evading Father and Derek’s eyes. And with that, you run past them behind Alex and Jere at inhuman speed.

“I do not even want to know,” Derek sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

Father lets out a low chuckle, and Max joins them just a second later.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let them use that thing they have,” Max reassures them.

“What thing?” Derek asks.

“I saw them acting like robbers, and Jeremiah has a strange pouch on his hands. It smells strange. Metallic, earthy, fiery. And it has the witch’s stench all over it.”

“What are they planning?” Enrique asks, barely containing his smile.

“It’s for that strange thing Jeremiah has in his room, isn’t it?” Derek blurts out.

“Judging by the way they have tried to go upstairs, I can only assume it is,” Max affirms.

“Why haven’t you caught them already?”

“He is toying with them,” Enrique answers for Max.

Max gives them a playful grin in response. “I may have made them run around the first floor a few times already.”

“We aren’t irresponsible enough to try this thing inside the house!” Jeremiah screams out from upstairs.

“So we’re going out to the garden!” Alex shouts out. “If this thing explodes, at least we won’t burn down the house! Can’t say the plants will be safe, though!”

“Don’t you dare get close to my flowers!” Derek shouts back, but there’s no response. “Max, just take that thing away from them already!”

Max grins again and sprints out, heading for the upper level of the house. Derek also runs off towards his garden.

Enrique can’t help but laugh at his silly children.

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I love this silly scenario 😂😂✨💜

[thisishowgalaxiescollide]

You're honestly so close to getting me into nico/jack it isn't even funny anymore 😂

Anyway, if you're willing, give me the final push there and/or your fave fic (if you're reading any). I know I am tempting fate here but... Yolo. 😌 I accept it.

Come, friend, to the dark side. no, seriously, though, they make me ridiculously happy. Like, we don't have to do anything as a fandom because they already do the gay and the loving for us.

I must confess I haven't been reading much lately because work and life have been complicated enough to keep me from doing much more than reblogging a few things here and there. BUT my past self used to read, so I have a few treats for you, <3

1386 fic rec list

Melt the ice, by theaa

Summary:

So, like—was he just not supposed to notice, or—?

So, so, so good!

Caveat Emptor, by Kerfluffle

Summary:

Two months of advance preparation—memorizing detailed building blueprints, stalking specialists on LinkedIn, reading The $12 Million Stuffed Shark—and Nico gets fucked over by his turtleneck. Or, Nico lands himself in hot water after a recon mission goes awry.

Delightful and sweet.

50 Ways to Leave Your Lover, by Kerfluffle

Summary:

Unlike some supernatural disasters, theirs starts ordinary—with a harmless bar bet.

Fluffy, horny and funny. Great characterization.

kiss me on the mouth (set me free), by coastalhighway

Summary:

Headlights as bright as Jack’s should be illegal, probably. Nico locks the door behind him - three twists, one two three - and counts his steps to the car. He gets to twenty-seven and opens the door, and Jack smiles at him, sharp as a razor’s edge. He smells like smoke. “You good, baby?” he says, and Nico wonders if he tastes like smoke, too. Smoke and lies and broken mirrors, a nasally voice whispers in his ear, breath hot on his cheek. You broke the mirror, soothsayer, sweet-talker. Liar, liar. Nico sits down in the passenger seat. “Drive.” Jack doesn’t bother asking questions. He drives.

Gorgeous. Jack calling Nico "baby" has me !!!

deep into that darkness, by countthestars

Summary:

Quinn’s whole thing is talking to the dead, but Jack’s gift is dealing with the living.

Amazing. Quinn needs a nap and jack is a brat. I love him a lot.

Double Play, by dilangley

Summary:

This is minor league baseball, long days in little towns no one’s ever heard of playing games no one will remember once the lights go out.

This one blew my mind and broke my heart simultaneously even though I know nothing about baseball.

sense of expectation, by greenteam

Summary:

“No, no, hear me out on this…” Jack’s mind is running a million miles a minute as he tries to compile his thoughts into something even vaguely coherent. “I don’t have to go out and find someone new to be in family photos who I know I’m gonna turn around and dump the next week. And you get a free invite to the Hollywood wedding of the century.” Nico looks pensive as he lounges back on the sheets. “I think Ellen would give me an invite anyway.” Jack facewashes him for that. (or: 5 +1 plus ones)

Adorable.

won’t believe half the things i see inside my head, by rafting

Summary:

Jack can’t perfectly shift into anyone anyway; he has to concentrate and base his shifts on what he’s seen, what he knows of someone else’s face and body. So he’s never a perfect copy, often missing freckles or getting the hair or eye shades slightly off. He can’t shift his own dick into someone else’s if he’s never seen it, which is what most guys want to know. He thinks he’s got Nico’s face down pretty well. He’s spent enough time looking at it by now. or, the USNTDP is a program designed to help mutant hockey players control their powers, and Jack’s a shapeshifter who is starting to suspect Nico can read his mind.

Very interesting concept.

take the wheel, by greenteam

Summary:

Nico rakes a hand through his hair. “I just worry. That’s my job. You drive, I worry.” “I thought your job was to fix,” Jack says instead of doing something stupid like kissing Nico.

Just !!!

The tag is thriving, though, so I've probably only scratched the surface. I need to get go back and start reading again. One day soon.

[kaminocasey]

25 Days of Life Day: Day 5 - Ice Skating with Hunter and Omega

Warnings: None

A/N: I really like the photos for this one 😂

“Wow, look at her.” Omega pulls her brother down so that he can see what she’s looking at.

Or who. It’s as if every nerve ending in Hunter’s body stands at attention. He can hear your heartbeat as it beats calmly as you glide on the ice, skating like no one is watching, despite the crowd of people also using the skating rink.

As soon as you glide right by him and Omega, he smells you and it takes everything in him to not close his eyes and moan at the smell of vanilla and warmth. It’s a very homey smell that makes him nostalgic for something he’s never known before.

“She’s really good.” Omega practically has stars in her eyes.

“She is, isn’t she?” Hunter smiles.

“Do you think I can get that good?” She asks, finishing lacing up her ice skates.

“Let’s go see.” Hunter holds his hand out to her and they start to glide on the ice.

The only problem is that Hunter has never been ice skating and despite being really good at pulling stunts, he’s not the most graceful apparently and wipes out almost immediately.

“Hunter!” Omega tries to catch him despite being smaller than him.

Hunter lands with an “oof” and starts chuckling, trying not to be embarrassed.

“Are you alright?” Your voice comes from above him and when he looks up at you from the ice, he feels like he’s looking at an angel, the sun is glowing perfectly around you and suddenly he’s lost his words.

When he doesn’t give you an answer, you get worried and lean down to check his head. “Do you know where you are?”

“An ice skating rink.” He answers.

“Good, and what is your name?” You ask again.

“Hunter.” He smiles.

“Hi, Hunter. I think you’re alright.” You grin.

The urge to tell you how pretty you are is way too strong. You help him up and start to back away a little bit to give him room.

“I’m Omega.” The girl smiles up at you.

“Hi Omega, it’s nice to meet you!” You smile back at her and introduce yourself.

“We’ve never been skating before.” She tells you.

You look at Hunter and he shrugs and nods.

“Well, I can give you some tips if you’d like?” You offer.

“That would be really helpful.” Hunter tells you, appreciatively. “But, I think I’m gonna sit here by the wall and watch if that’s alright.”

“Sure, but only while I teach her. Then, I’m coming back for you.” You wink at him and he goes warm all over as you and Omega carefully skate to the middle where no one is.

Who are you and where did you come from? He can’t seem to look away from you as you teach Omega how to properly skate and carefully.

“Is Hunter your dad?” You ask Omega.

“No, brother.” She replies, focusing on not falling.

“It’s okay to fall. As long as you get right back up.” You tell her, pulling her along a little bit so she can get used to the feel of her skates. “And don’t look down. It’s much easier if you keep looking forward.”

“He’s single too.” Omega grins.

You go warm in the face and laugh.

She takes your advice and within a few minutes has it down as if she was born to ice skate. Once she gets confident enough, she starts to skate in the circle of people.

You glide back over to Hunter, holding your hand out for him. “Come on.”

He looks at your hand, then Omega, then back at you. With a soft sigh, he takes your hand and you lead him out onto the ice. Immediately, he’s trying to not fall.

“Hey. Look at me.” You tell him, trying not to focus on the warmth in your face from noticing just how handsome Hunter is.

“You were uh, really good with Omega.” He makes conversation as you teach him how to keep his balance.

“Thanks, I teach the little kids here during the weekends.” You tell him.

“That sounds nice.” Hunter smiles.

“Thanks. I enjoy it.” You smile back.

“Omega tells me you’re single.” You chuckle.

“Did she now?” He gives her a look and she laughs, knowingly.

“I was thinking maybe after we’re done here, we could go get a bite to eat?” You offer.

He looks at you, a little shocked. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“I’d like that.” He nods, unable to stop smiling for the first time in a while. “We both would.”

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[pattycakes5516]

Defective Existence

Chapter 2-Not sure about this one but I keep writing it sooo 😂

“It’s still early Y/N. Try to get some more sleep.” Suguru wanders over into the mountain of blankets and hands you a glass of water. You gladly take a sip. You were feeling more like yourself now.

“I really don’t think I can.” You say, your mind still formulating the possibilities of what Satoru had whispered to Suguru on his exit. Tonight the tension between them was so heavy.

They usually got along pretty well. You always enjoyed spending time with both of them. Laughter often filled the room. Even though you were forced to be around Satoru, it was never a dull moment.

Suguru was quiet beside you and you looked over curiously. He had a far away look in his eyes, lost in his own thoughts. “What did he say to you?” You ask desperately. You want to know why a frown fell on his lips.

He seems to be shaken into awareness. “It’s nothing.” He says and you could tell he did not want you to prod further. He should also know you could not help yourself.

“But…” You say shaking his arm. “Come on, tell me!” You try your best at pouting. You were never sure if you got it quite right. You simply copied what you have seen on others' faces.

“Is that supposed to be a pout?” Suguru teases you, knowing you too well.. “Either way I’m not telling.” He pushes you with his shoulder and you grumble.

After a few minutes of silence you speak up, “It’s been a weird night…” Suguru chuckles beside you. This time you join him in his laughter.

“Can’t disagree.” He whispers and it bothers you that you can sense something is wrong. Usually he will vent to you and you gladly listen. So him holding back was driving you a bit crazy. “I ordered some breakfast. Let’s try to make today better.”

You smile brightly at him and those dark eyes widen. “Yeah!” You proclaim and he grins. “Thanks for everything. I feel like I drag you into trouble…”

You are surprised again when you're pulled into a hug for a second time. “Good thing I love trouble especially when it involves you.” Suguru grips onto you as if any minute you would disappear.

Instead of tensing up your body relaxes and you return his embrace. Suguru Geto was a safe harbor. All dread and overthinking vanished as soon as his attention was on you. Both of you take in a breath. Without words you always showed your affection. It was always kind, patient, and understanding. No judgment. You were so thankful for his existence.

Your head is near the crook of his neck and you inhale the smell of his familiar shampoo and cologne. It was so soothing. You could stay like this all day but you're interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Food!” He proclaims hastily pulling away and avoiding eye contact. You watch him hurry to answer. After a few minutes he returns with a normal happy expression carrying a large paper bag. “I am going to make coffee.”

Setting the bag down the aroma greets your nostrils and your stomach rumbles. You reach inside snagging two breakfast burritos and go to follow Suguru into the kitchen. Already unwrapping as you walk.

His back is to you as you enter, he is grabbing mugs. You begin devouring the food and lean against the counter. “If you're not hungry you don’t have to eat.” He says then turns to look at you stuffing your face. “Ooo.”

Suguru laughs to himself and shrugs. You happily munch as he continues to prepare the coffeemaker. “Want to do anything today?” He asks, still grinning at you. You shake your head just wanting to relax and recover. “We can just hang out here then. The bike shop should be fine without me.”

You smile at him. You were so proud of the fact he now owned his own motorcycle shop. Growing up when he talked about it you loved how enthusiastic and excited he would get.

Suguru flicks your forehead, snapping you back to the present. “Spacing out again with a stupid grin, Stargazer. Here ya go.” He places a mug in your hand and you both go back to the living room.

After a few hours you both grew bored of the show on the screen. “Hey Y/N.” Suguru looks a bit uncomfortable as he turns to face you.

“Yeah what’s up?” You ask confused. You see the worry in his expression. He swallows and you take his hand. For the first time he jerks it back as if you had burned him.

“When you're alone with Satoru….” His deep voice lacks it’s usually confidence. You did not understand where this turn in mood had come from. You don’t speak and just wait.

“What do you all do?” He asks, those dark eyes are piercing. A bit of irritation bubbles to the surface. He was being overprotective again because of what he walked in on.

“Suguru…” You sigh and look away. “Just because I suck at communicating does not mean I am a child. It pisses me off when the one person I truly care for treats me the way the rest

of the world does.” If it was anyone else the confrontation would not be worth the trouble. But with Suguru you always spoke honestly.

There was a long pause. You look over and his eyes are staring off. “He was doing that for you, not for me.” You say bluntly. “What his motive was I am still unsure. He can be dangerous in his own way. That is why I was so curious to know what he had said to you.”

Your conclusion was that he had a thing for Suguru and wanted to make him jealous by using you. It is tough to invoke those emotions in him. He is always living life to the fullest and you rarely have seen him take anyone seriously.

“What do you think he said?” Suguru asks with a small smile. You felt this was a trap. He often loved hearing your takes on certain things. Though he would always compliment you for your originality.

“I have no idea. I think he likes you.” You confess and his eyes grow the size of saucers. To make you feel foolish he laughs uncontrollably. You punch his arm but it does not stop the sound from echoing in the room. You could see tears in his eyes from laughing so hard.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!!” He bellows between breaths. “You are just so creative!!!” He mocks you with a trendy Tik Tok sound. You grumble and cross your arms.

“Fuck you…” You practically growl and glare at him. Your cheeks felt hot. Those dark eyes lower but the conceited grin does not falter.

“He reminded me that you were his.” Suguru said monotonously. You scrunch your face in thought. You racked your brain for why Satoru would provoke him in such a way.

“Well that’s dumb. He knows we are close friends. That is ridiculous…” you say still in a state of confusion. Suguru reaches out and lifts your chin making you look up at him. His thumb lightly tracing your cheek. This did not help the chaos of your brain, you bite your lower lip.

“Yeah so crazy…” Suguru whispers but the baritone causes goosebumps to raise along your arms. He lowers his forehead onto your own, his breath mingling with yours. This usually silenced your ramblings but right now it only made them worse.

“Suguru…” You mutter his name in an attempt to get answers. His light grip on your chin tightens a bit. You watch as he wets his lips, the heat on your cheeks rush down your body. You could not help your physical reaction, you admit he is beautiful. But the logical part of you is fighting back.

“We should go out.” Suguru pulls away suddenly. You're frozen in place. What the hell… “Let’s visit my work and check up on them.”

“But you said they would be fine.” You answer robotically. Suguru stands up and puts distance between you.

“Yeah but most of them are also idiots.” Suguru looks back at you but the smile on his face seems disingenuous. You still have not moved in an inch, your mind stuck in that moment on the couch, trying to analyze. “Plus they enjoy your company.”

You manage to laugh. “They enjoy picking on me, Suguru.” You counter rolling your eyes. He grabs a jacket. Then he studies your outfit you were in still from the night before.

“You have clothes here. Go wash up and change.” He orders and you sigh. You really wanted to relax today.

“I don’t feel like it…” you whine and stretch. “Your couch is so comfy.”

“Please Y/N…” he sounded almost desperate. Startled you glance over at him. He was acting so strange today. He has never felt the need to beg you before.

“Ok…” You say not wanting to cause him discomfort. You stand up and make your way out of the room. This has been the weirdest night….

[harrywavycurly]

Hi Sarah! I’m just wanting some convos between reader and her friends about husband Eddie. I know she gossips about their relationship to maybe Nancy and Robin? 😂🥰

Hiii babes!!! Oh yes of course she tells Nancy and Robin details about Eddie and their relationship! I hope you enjoy these😂💖

-find all things husband Eddie here✨

-I put a 💕 next to the convos that are with Nancy and ✨ means it’s a convo with Robin

*Robin wants all the details on your wedding night but instantly regrets it*

✨ “wait wait…you mean to tell me Eddie Munson did all that? No fucking way…” “you’d be surprised what he’s capable of.” “But he’s just…such a pushover…” “I mean yeah but that’s…outside of the bedroom.” “So what as soon as the lights go out he turns into this assertive dominant…man?” “Why did you say man like it was a question?” “Because i’ve always thought he identified as like a string bean but what you’re describing is…well no vegetable I know can do all that.” “You’re so annoying.” “So it was good then? Like better than it was before marriage?” “Oh totally better than before we were married…I don’t know why…maybe something about getting to call him my husband or something?” “I always knew you two were freaks.” “You’re the one who asked how it was.” “Yeah…I shouldn’t have done that.”

💕 “I’m going to kill him.” “What did he do now?” “He ate the last fucking bag of hot Cheetos and I don’t have a back up like I normally do because he’s making me lay off them for a bit.” “He’s making you take a cheeto break? Why?” “Fuck if I know! Something about it’s not good for me or some shit.” “I can tell you’re really mad…want to see if I have any?” “No…I just want you to tell me if it’s okay if I kill him or not.” “No you can’t kill him…you’d miss him the moment there’s a spider in the shower.” “That’s true he is good at killing spiders…damn him.” “You can always tell Wayne that Ed is being an asshole…” “i can’t use Wayne for everything…besides Wayne will be on his side he hates my hot Cheetos addiction.” “Those Munson men…what assholes.” “Right? So rude…and can’t even kill them because they’re so useful…so damn annoying.”

✨ “I’m sorry you said he did what now?” “He almost caught his hair on fire using the stove.” “Like…on fire on fire? Or it just got singed a bit?” “Oh it got singed a bit and set the smoke alarm off.” “I bet it smelled like ass didn’t it?” “It did…so from now on he has to have his hair up if he’s using the stove.” “And here I thought Steve was a fire hazard with all the product he has in his hair but turns out it was Eddie I should’ve been worried about.” “Steve keeps his hair short for a reason” “oh that makes so much sense! So it doesn’t combust!” “Exactly.” “That’s your man though…brunt hair and all.” “Yup that’s my man…gotta love him.” “I mean I don’t have to…but I get what you mean.”

💕 “Nancy! Guess what Eddie just got.” “A new hair mask?” “No…he does need one though his hair is looking a little blah.” “I liked the one he used to make his hair all shiny.” “Same it was nice…but it’s not hair related.” “Uh…new seat covers for the van?” “I fucking wish…the cracked leather is so annoying to sit on but he’s stubborn and super picky so sadly that’s also not it.” “Okay…a new guitar strap?” “God you’re not good at this…it’s a tattoo.” “Oh of what?” “He got my initial on his ring finger.” “Shut up no he didn’t.” “Oh but he did….” “Holy shit that’s…kinda romantic?” “Right? At first i was like what the fuck is wrong with you? But the more I was looking at it…it’s growing on me.” “Yeah? You gonna get his?” “Hell no…I already have a bat that matches his…that’s about all he’s getting.” “Let me see the font he used for your initial….oh that’s cute…yeah I like it.” “Yeah he said it’s mainly because he doesn’t like to wear his ring while at work so this will help keep the bitches away while he doesn’t have it on.” “Keep the bitches away? Does Eddie…get bitches?” “I mean he got me didn’t he Nancy? Edward James Munson would shock the shit out of with how many chicks are actually interested in him…so yeah he has to keep the bitches away.” “Well whatever works…is that the only one he’s getting for you?” “He has my name on his side…but yeah I think that’s it.” “I forgot about the name one…didn’t he get that when you two were broken up?” “He doesn’t like to talk about it…but yes.” “Right I forget he’s sensitive about that time in your relationship.” “He’s a sensitive little metal head.”

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Writing Prompts

⚠️These aren’t to request but just for fellow writers to have some inspiration⚠️

🔥Smut🔥

- “Take what you need from me”

- “I could smell what you were doing”

- “Oh fuck, sweetheart”

- “Don’t close your eyes, I need to look at you”

- “I fucking hate you, but I don’t hate fucking you”

- <Him sucking your purity ring off your finger while his hand reaches up your skirt.>

- “If you’re gonna act like a whore, then you’ll get fucked like a whore”

- “Fuck, I need you so bad!”

- “I won’t be gentle” “I don’t want you to be”

- “Scream my name so everyone knows who fucks you this good”

- “You like when I call you ‘princess’? Will you be my good little princess?”

- “Cum for us, darling”

- “That’s better, isn’t it? You just needed to be filled with my cock”

- “You gonna be a good boy for me?”

- “Bend over, slut”

- “Come on, my big strong warrior, I know you can fuck me harder than that”

- “Louder, darling! Show those people out there that you are mine!”

- “Please! I’ve been such a good boy/girl!”

- “You’re just holes for us to fill and fuck. Dirty little whore.”

- “A warrior out there, but in here, in this bedroom, you’re nothing but a little weak whore.”

- “I bet your moans sound so pretty.”

🌨️Angst🌨️

- “You don’t have to be alright, you know”

- “What happened to you to make you so wise?”

- “Please don’t leave, I can’t live without you”

- “I know, darling, it’s alright, you’ll be okay”

- “Oh my sweet darling”

- “I’m here, it’s okay, no one will ever hurt you like that ever again”

- “I just don’t know if I can do this anymore”

- “Please, make it stop! I can’t do this! Make it go away!”

- “You are weak and soft! You will not last out of your precious pampered life. You are pathetic!”

- “I do not love you anymore. I have not loved you for a long time”

- “I think it’s best I leave”

- “I just want to die”

- “Don’t blame yourself”

- “Come with me, and I’ll leave your love alone. I won’t kill them, but you will never see them again.”

- “I know you don’t love me, but I love you and I need you to know that.”

🌸Fluff🌸

- “I’m going to kiss you now”

- “Come on, princess, hop on my back”

- “How is my queen and my princess?”

- “Borrow my jacket, keep it nice and warm for me”

- “If I do step on your feet, could you really be upset with a dancing partner so beautiful?”

- “More, kiss me more.”

- “Would you like to dance with me?”- “only if you don’t get upset if I accidentally step on your foot”

- “How did I get so lucky to have one as wonderful as you?”

- “No, stay. You’re warm and soft”

- “Give me a kiss and I’ll carry you”

- “Come to bed, my love”

- “You deserve nice things”

- “You just stay in bed and I’ll take care of you, my darling”

- “Yeah, sometimes I get sad, but then I look into your beautiful eyes and it’s all better.”

- “Let me do that for you, darling.”

😂Funny😂

- “You wanna see something gross?”

- “I might be little but I can still kick your ass”

- “I’m doing this because I want to and not because you told me to”

- “No I don’t need help, I like being stuck here!”

- “Normally that’d be really hot to hear but not in this context.”

- “That was terrible, but I love you”

- “If you do this, I’ll show you my boobs”

- “How are you so pretty?” “Bathing in the blood of the innocent”

- “If you don’t want to join girls night then you need to leave”

- “You bringing up that I’m an idiot is really bringing down the vibes”

- “Forgive him, he’s an idiot”

- “Stop fucking swearing”

- “Lucky bastard” “He is a baby and I am breastfeeding him!”

- “They do realise I can understand what they’re saying, right?”

- “How’s your head?” “Well I haven’t had any complaints yet”

- “If I wanted your opinion, I’d beat it out of you”

- “What’s that?” “Trinket, I like trinkets”

- “Phlebotomist and a vampire. What a pair we make.”

- “That sounded dirtier than I intended”

[gabessquishytum]

Oh boy I don’t usually write sexy stuff but here.

We really haven’t covered mating cycles in regard to Dragon-Dream and I feel a need to rectify that.

I think there was an ask months and months ago about a/b/o universe Alpha-Dream going into rut and stumbling into Hob’s flat. And Hob not being fully aware of what’s going on, but being willing to learn and help Dream through it. And that is something I think about frequently…. But with Dream… as a dragon.

Imagine Hob (any time period) coming home one day to find that Dragon-Dream, through an impressive feat of flexibility and maybe a large sliding door (or a damaged wall😂) , has squeezed his massive body into Hobs home. it’s a bit comical. Even while curled up, Dream’s back is nearly brushing the ceiling. And all the soft things in Hob’s house have been clumsily, but reverently, gathered into a nest that Dream’s curled up in. But what concerns Hob is that Dream seems to be in immense distress. He’s making these sad wounded noises that are going straight to Hob’s heart.

Because, yes, Dream’s instincts demanded he retreat to where things smelt of “safety” and “home” and “mate”, and although Dream’s body couldn’t resist seeking out Hob and building a nest, He’s currently trying SO hard to resist going any FURTHER.

Because right now Dreams instincts are ALSO screaming to drag Hob into that nest and fuck into him and hold him there for hours on end. To surround and claim and own him. He wants to snarl and wrap Hob in his wings and pin him in the nest so he can cover him with his spend and lick it slowly from his body afterwards. He wants to bite into the meat of hob’s shoulder and bite HARD. And Dream KNOWS that is not something humans prefer, he knows it would be overwhelming and dangerous with his size and strength. He can’t scare Hob away. He can’t. His only friend. Maybe if he just lays here whimpering, surrounded by Hob’s smell it will be enough. Just maybe. Because Dream is terrified to ask for anything more.

Hob on the other hand is having a completely different crisis. Because, yes, Dream looks distressed, but he also looks like the hottest thing Hob has ever seen in his life. Dreams pupils are blown so wide when he looks at Hob. A look that makes Hob feel like a piece of prey and he loves it. Dream’s eyelids are heavy and fluttering, his gaze glassy. His scales ripple as his muscles twitch and tremble, his claws shuddering, and Hob can see Dreams hips making little aborted thrusts against the blankets and pillows, as if trying to hold himself back. His cock is massive in this form, its thick, heavy, roughly the length of Hob’s arm, and has graceful ridges running down it. He’s leaking all across the blankets and Hob wants nothing more than to reach out and taste him. But Dream seems absolutely miserable and that won’t do.

So Hob kneels by the edge of the nest and gently tries to get Dream to talk.

And maybe finally, FINALLY, hob is able to coax a little information out of Dream, enough to understand that Dream is in rut/heat (or whatever the dragon equivalent is), that Dream’s instincts consider Hob to be his mate, And that Dream does not believe such a thing would be reciprocated by a human.

To which Hob very fondly calls Dream an idiot and that “we will be having a TALK later” before crawling into the nest to run his hands and tongue and thighs along Dream’s absolutely massive dragon dick. Dream is so wound up he comes instantly. The first of MANY over the next few days.

And maybe after a few rounds, when they have a bit more time to plan and talk, maybe Hob can try loosening himself up to take at least part of Dream ;) if not all 🤭

… and yes, Dream probably has a knot.

-🐉

Dragon dick 👏 dragon dick 👏 DRAGON DICK

Firstly. Obsessed with dragon Dream squeezing himself into Hob’s home. Incredible. Iconic. He would do this.

Secondly I'm always feral about nesting so YES. Let Dream drag every cushion and blanket Hob owns into a soft snuggly nest, and let him curl up there!! He needs to rut himself against all the soft pretty things that smell just like Hob, and he needs it now.

Thirdly. Dragon dick. It compels me. Lil Hob who is very human but very much willing to give it a go... even if it means a bit of pain. He can see that Dream needs it so bad, and Hob would absolutely do anything for him. He's no dragon, but hell yes he considers Dream to be his mate! He wants to be knotted sooo bad (so much that Dream has to calm him down a bit... its going to take a long time for Hob’s hole to be ready). He has to settle for getting his mouth and tongue on every single inch until Dream cums for him, soaking him with a frankly enormous load.

Imagine Hob curling up in the nest, with Dream’s wing curling over him protectively. Dream is so warm, and Hob can snuggle right up to him. He has the nicest dreams once he's been lulled of to sleep by the rise and fall of his mate's enormous body.

[dranna]

Comfort in the dark

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Includes: POV Lucius, which halfway through will be POV Severus, hurt/comfort, breakdown, feeling of dread and death, fluff at the end, not beta read, let me know if I left something out

Thank you for the request @tea-and-magic , I’m sorry it took so long ~

a/n: I saw the movies long ago and I don’t like the books (mainly because they are pov harry, sorry :’) ). I apologise if some things doesn’t make sense canon wise. So I’m certainly making things up here lmao ^^’

@giosnape thank you for the short and info filled summery of the books 😂🫶

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“Dark times we live in.”

As everyone’s been saying.

Recently Fear’s been silently sitting,

On Unmarked souls and Servants,

Creeping in homes and jolly feasts,

Choking their voices away.

With Fear came Darkness and Cold,

Spreading like snow,

Covering the Warmth and Sun,

Suffocating the blooming flowers of Trust.

Lucius was breathing in

The chilly night air,

Which he thought could never feel again,

The Dark Lord had risen to full fame,

Freeing his slaves from their graves.

The Dark Lord—

He Who Shall Not Be Named,

Holding all dread above heads,

How to have the courage to look,

Into those icy snake-eyes that ruin?

Lucius was thinking while he froze,

Onto the spot he was looking at the Moon.

Terror constrained his heart,

It’s long nails leaving wounds and alarm.

He looked at the Moon again,

As if begging for calmness.

She was the only light source that night,

Not even her Starts visible on the sky,

She gave off a chilly yet comforting light,

Blinking at Lucius from above.

I can’t stay here,

They will find me and—

No, this can’t happen.

He would torture me and mock,

With those reptile eyes and high pitched voice.

I can’t go home—

Home?

I don’t even have my mansion anymore,

It’s part of His kingdom for a while now.

His mind raced as he started to walk,

He didn’t know where or why,

His legs carried him silently towards a house.

Yes it’s His,

Like Everything,

One snowy touch and it’s belongs to him.

And Narcissa and my Draco?!

Are you alright?

Where are you?

Has he started to work his ‘arts’ on you too?

I hav—need to help you,

But I can’t!

He started to sob,

While his lonely steps echoed in the dark.

I can’t I can’t I can’t,

I can’t go back!

To see Him and feel His presence!

Goosebumps ran through his body,

While he felt coldness flowing through him.

“I ca-an’t”

The word breaking through his lips,

He felt freezing and desperate,

Sinking to his knees and stare,

Into the void he was in.

Tears started to flow down his white cheeks,

Growing bigger every minute.

His mind was slow and foggy,

Showing him only pictures of Him,

His thoughts couldn’t sail away,

From His thundering storm,

Locking Lucius under icy water.

He felt the numbing feeling in his bones,

But acting against it was impossible.

“Lucius!?”

A new voice entered his mind,

Which sounded familiar,

It was slow and deep,

Mixed with disbelief.

Lucius lifted his gaze and saw,

A man with crooked nose,

A shocked expression on his usually grumpy face,

Shiny dark hair melting into the darkness.

He looks.. I know him,

But I’m so tired I can’t think..

“Malfoy? Malfoy can you hear me?

What on earth are you doing here?!”

He sounded agitated and hused,

Looking over his shoulders as he knelt besides the blond one.

He shook Lucius’ shoulders gently,

But the other man was so far off,

He couldn’t feel anything.

“I-I’m so s-scared.”

A tormented whisper left the crying man,

Which made him sob harder again,

The crooked nosed professor stood up,

Taking away his warmth.

Gently, long, skilled fingers lifted the kneeling man,

Holding up in slim arms.

Lucius didn’t register what was going on,

He only felt friendly arms holding him close to a chest,

Carrying him to god knows where.

He must have fallen asleep or lose conscience,

Because he woke up in a bed,

However it wasn’t his,

He was in a tiny room,

Filled with the smell of herbs and books,

The walls were covered with books, plants and notes,

Making him feel safe somehow.

It was a messy room,

But organised,

Everything had its place,

Left out or tucked away.

Next to the bed was a fireplace,

Omitting heat and light,

Illuminating a thin figure,

Sitting on the only chair,

Reading next to the bed.

You could’ve mistaken his calm and collected,

But the line of his mouth betrayed him.

“Severus?”

Immediately to his name,

He moved towards the lying man,

Sitting beside him on the bed.

Severus’ face mirrored worry,

Both for his lovers’ health and because of Him.

“How do you feel?”

“I.. I feel nothing.”

To this reply Snape’s heart broke in half,

Oh dear Lucius,

Who was always so confident and cocky,

Now a shell of his beautiful glory,

All of his shining light is dead,

I can’t even find a sparkle there.

And it’s all because of Him!

He is the destroyer of everything.

He killed Her..

No, not thinking of it now,

I won’t let Lucius’ fire burn out too!

After decided this in this head,

He took of his shoes and climbed in the bed,

He covered him and his lover with is only blanket,

Hugging him tight,

While placing kisses on his head.

“Everyone will be alright,

I promise.”

It was stupid of him to promise such things,

When he had no power above anything,

He was just a floating leaf,

On the muddy stream,

Going where he flowed against his will.

But he couldn’t do anything else to release the other’s pain,

So he continued whispering reassuring words into his ear.

With every word and gentle kiss,

Lucius started to relax,

He sank deeper and deeper into the the others’ presence,

Breathing in his unmistakable herby smell.

They stayed there the whole night,

Listening to the fire and each other’s heart,

The icy fingers ceased to stop,

Warm entrance took away their place.

And they just stayed and stayed entwined to one another,

Drifting into peaceful dreams.

“Thank you Severus.”

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Thank you for reading ~

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I literally had to go and write this because most of the wips I'm working on atm are full of angst 😂 This is from my Buddie Librarian AU based on this post called Let Me Check You Out. This is just a first draft of a scene that has been giving me some trouble so I hope you enjoy it:

“Things have a place Buck you can’t just put them back wherever you please,” Eddie says, pinching the bridge of his nose as if Buck’s giving him a headache.  “I know that Eddie, that’s why I’m putting it here, in its place.” Eddie lets out a sound of frustration, reaching for the book Buck is currently placing on the top shelf. He gets his left hand on it before Buck can tug it away. And look Buck knows how this looks, can see the glances library patrons are giving them out of the corner of his eye. But at this moment he really doesn’t care because it's been two weeks of putting up with Mr Neat Freak and this is the last straw.  “Really Eddie?! This is my department, I know where the book goes” Buck says trying to yank it out of Eddie’s grip but he holds on.  “Your department is a mess! Let. Me. Help.” Eddie says tugging the book towards him.  And look later when Bobby asks what happens next, Buck’s going to blame Eddie because apparently those well-defined biceps aren’t just for show and Buck’s off-kilter because he’d been reaching to put away the book and when he tugs on the book, Buck tumbles into him. Who then in turn tumbles into the shelf and then when the shelf starts to tip under the weight of two full-grown men it’s really the lack of funding and respect for the children’s department's fault because Buck’s department is in the old part of the library and the shelves here aren’t the sturdiest and he’s been asking for them to be replaced for months now but he can never get the funding.  When the world finally stops tilting, he’s half lying on a bookshelf and half on top of Eddie, his nose squished into his neck just above the collar of his shirt and Buck’s traitorous brain can’t help thinking Eddie smells as good as he looks. 

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