#hehehehehehe 😈

[ragnarockz]

123. “is that my shirt/underwear/etc?”

But Vidal at Agnes

"Is that my underwear?"

Vidal's voice fills the room as Agnes quickly sits up in bed. She lets out a quick 'shit' and fumbles, trying to pull up the comforter to cover herself.

Vidal stands in the doorway to the bedroom, briefcase in hand as she stares down Agnes who's trying desperately to pretend like she wasn't caught red handed doing...

"You gonna show me what you were doing?"

"I didn't think you'd be back this early...didn't you say your flight would come in at 4?"

Vidal shrugged, dropping the briefcase onto the floor before taking one, two steps towards the bed. Agnes stared at her wide-eyed; the red on her neck and face still apparent.

"Early flight in...so, you gonna show me or not, Baby?"

Agnes huffs, closes her eyes and swears under her breath as she very slowly peels away the comforter. She had on an old t-shirt that the image was almost faded off, her dark gray construction socks and...and...

"It is my underwear...holy fuck..."

It was Agent Vidal's turn to let her eyes widen, taking in the sight before her of Agnes on their bed with her green lacy underwear on. Agnes wouldn't even touch lace anything never mind underwear.

"Look, I can explain..."

"Oh, please do, Daddy. I'm waiting..."

Vidal got closer, taking a seat on the edge of the bed with her body turned so that she was mostly facing Agnes. Her hand creeped along the mattress, getting closer to her partner. Everything about the way Agnes was looking at that moment was so masculine, so undeniably her and then there was just this stark contrast of the lace around her hips and without a doubt, as Agent Vidal peered, completely soaked.

"Oh...I get it now. You couldn't wait for me to get home...you were playing pretend..."

Agnes let out a moan; turning her face into the pillow and away from Vidal. This is not how she wanted the Agent to find her after being a week away from each other. Agnes tried to play it off cool like she didn't miss her that much and now here she was, caught in bed with her hand down her partners underwear that she was wearing.

"You know what, Baby? Maybe you should keep them on for the rest of the day...you know, so later when you bend me over the couch and fuck me; you can wear them still. I think that'll be fun, wouldn't it?"

Vidal pulled her hand away and got up off of the bed, going back to the door. She could hear Agnes breathing loudly, trying to stifle more moans as she planted and left the mental image of what was to come in her pretty little head of hers.

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

I started out posting regularly, every 4 days. I’ve since lost all semblance of control. Hopefully I’ll regain at least a bit of it back soon.

Part 1 | . . . | Part 46 | Part 47 | Part 48

“Jesus fuck,” Steve breathes after it’s over and Eddie’s grabbed a cloth to wipe them down.

“There’s no Jesus here,” Eddie says, because he’s never met an intrusive thought he doesn’t at least try once.

Steve curls towards him, laughing into Eddie’s shoulder, and really, Eddie’s only human. He’s got Steve, naked and panting, this close to him. It’s not his fault if he gets a little… excited.

Steve notices, because of course he does, and raises an eyebrow at him. “Down, boy,” he jokes, and Eddie laughs as he turns onto his side, taking a moment to just look at Steve.

“How long did we know each other?”

Steve sighs. “Honestly? Only a few weeks, at most. We knew of each other before that, I was on the basketball team and you were very passionate about the balls in laundry baskets. And I know some of the guys gave you shit, which I’m sorry about. But you and I typically stayed out of each other’s ways.”

“And… you said we met because of Chrissy?”

Steve hums. “Yeah. She’d asked you about something stronger than weed, so you took her to your place, and that’s where Vecna got her. There’s nothing you could’ve done, and anyone with two brain cells knows you never would’ve killed anyone, but…”

“Trailer park trash is all they see,” Eddie nods. “And every cop in Indiana knows the name Al Munson. It’s not too surprising. Disappointing, but not surprising.”

Steve moves a hand up, covers one of Eddie’s with it. “Not this time,” he whispers. “I won’t let it happen.”

Eddie picks up the hand covering his and brings it to his mouth, dropping a kiss to the knuckles. He watches as Steve flushes pink. “Can I ask,” he says after a pause, “how you knew you liked me? If we’d only known each other a few weeks?”

Steve’s flush deepens. “It, uh. Kind of wasn’t just a few weeks, for me. I’d noticed you in school, but never knew what it meant. Then I met Robin, and there’s an entirely different story there—the Russians—but she’s how I realized that what I’d been thinking about hadn’t been entirely straight. And then you adopted Dustin into Hellfire. Actually, you adopted all of them, but Dustin was the most vocal. Kinda worshiped you. I got a little jealous. And then everything happened, and we met, and that’s when I kinda realized what all of it meant.” He suddenly frowns and pokes Eddie’s chest. “And hey, Lucas is on the basketball team, and you didn’t reschedule Hellfire so he could do both. That was a dick move, dude.”

Eddie giggles, because really, what the fuck is his life? “I apologize for my future self’s actions,” he says, lips twitching.

Steve chuckles too. “Sorry. I guess it’s not fair to be upset at you for something you haven’t even done yet.”

Eddie shrugs. “But I did do it. Or I will have. Fuck, this is complicated.”

Steve laughs. “What’s even more complicated is now that we’ve talked about it, you won’t do it.”

Eddie groans and buries his face in the pillow. “You’re breaking my brain.”

“Sorry,” Steve snorts, but he doesn’t sound sorry.

Eddie lifts a hand to flip him off. Steve grabs it and gently bites his middle finger.

Eddie slowly lifts his head to look at Steve, who’s staring at him with wide eyes. “What-”

“I don’t know.”

“What the fuck, dude.” Eddie starts laughing, and Steve joins in, shaking his head.

“I honestly don’t know. I didn’t even think. I guess maybe you’re rubbing off on me.”

Eddie grins at him. “That did happen, yes.”

Steve shoves him away and buries his own face in the pillow. “Shuddup,” he mutters.

Eddie chuckles again and scoots a little closer. “Steve?”

“Hm?” He lifts his face from the pillow. It’s a little bit red, and he has to blink a few times to focus, and Eddie thinks he’s beautiful.

“I’m glad we met. Even if it’s because of all of this.”

Steve gives him a small smile. “Me, too.” He yawns, then claps a hand over his mouth, mortified, as Eddie laughs and sits up.

“I think it’s bedtime for both of us,” he jokes. “Gonna be up bright and early tomorrow, right?”

Steve hums. “But if we don’t go to bed, then tomorrow will never come.”

Eddie shoots him a fond look as he tosses him a pair of sweatpants. “I wish that’s how it worked.”

Steve giggles. “Yeah. I’d just stay up every Sunday night until it’s Saturday again.”

Eddie nods. “You’d never have to go to school again.”

“Exactly.”

They share a laugh as they pull their pants on and Eddie gets back into bed before hesitating. “I guess I should’ve asked, is there- d’you, should I-”

“Stay,” Steve asks quietly, and Eddie smiles and pulls the covers up over both of them.

“Gladly.”

It’s silent for a moment before they both hear a sound coming from Steve’s room.

A scream.

El.

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[wayward-sherlock]

it’s finally here…time to dance…

[ask-keith-the-basement-dweller]

Byron: Heya Kiddo! Look at you, you're so handsome and adorably cute! You could trick someone with those puppy eyes of yours..

....

..

Unless it's Pat or Karloff - They'll just spoil you whole and rotten.

Heh..

[Keith flashes a goofy smile while croaking out a stiff giggle at what Byron said. Utterly amused of how one could possibly find his rad new outfit "cute" or "handsome"...he looked tough and ready for anything!]

[But before that thought could settle in any longer, Keith soon finds themselves confused on something else their dear old buddy Byron said.]

Spoil....? Rotten.....? Why would mom and dad want to rot me?

......

.......wait a sec-

[A now terrified looking Keith would run up to Byron and cling to his cape tightly.]

Uncle, you can never, EVER tell Karloff and Pat I called them that....

.....[Processing.]

.....WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY MOUTH-

[A positively flustered Keith would run off and hide, which just so happens to be under the big cape Byron gave him as a gift one time as well as the Charles plush and Greek mythology book.]

[subbyboymax]

Alright, real talk. I need to get tied up. I need to get tied down to my bed and teased until the noises coming out of my mouth aren’t rational words. Until my face expresses a primal NEED to finally get release.

Then I need to get RAILED until I cry 💖

[lilacflowersss]

[ragnarockz]

Agatha or Kathryn herself. who do you prefer?

Kathryn

Because TECHNICALLY....shecanjustroleplayeveryrolesoIreallygetthemall

[ruthplaysthesims]

No Spoilers but....

The Specters are going to play a good part in Raina's Diaries....

[imjustchori]

love this bitch

the atari

[purgaytorysupremacy]

i'm getting the next chapter of my a life in your shape fic ready for publishing and here is a preview via @rise-like-a-sparrow's google doc beta comments......

[tireddovahkiin]

WIP time!

(I wonder whose sideburns these are... and those tiny hands... 👀 *looks at certain someone*)

*evil smirk intensifies*

NYEHEHEHE~

[rexxdjarin]

First sentence…

She couldn’t help the bolt of aching want she felt race down to her core from where his fingertips trailed up her back to tangle in her wild, dark hair.

Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five.

ERIN😮‍💨😮‍💨

“You’re so pretty, cyar’ika.” Cody cooed, gingerly pulling her hair to give him a better angle of her neck. “Spent a whole briefing thinking about what I want to do to you.” He leaned down to trace circles along her pulse point and groaned softly. “Can you be a good girl for me and let me show you what I came up with?”

[forestshadow-wolf]

I MEAN I'M WILLING TO TAKE CARE OF JUST AS SOON AS I FIGURE OUT HOW! JUST NEED THE DAMN MANUAL

ghost who can’t die, not permanently. he may die for a few minutes, but he always comes back, and it happens at a cost. when he dies, someone nearby him dies. life for a life. he can’t choose who it is unless he can manage skin on skin contact. power like that is priceless in the military. ghost becomes a living weapon and struggles to keep his morality while slowly becoming addicted to the sensation of death

[flamepinion]

She'll be your doctor! ^_^

[sweet-marigold]

If you could change one thing in Helluva Boss, what would it be?

Only one thing ?

Hmmmm make blitzfizz canon

[herashifts]

Added one more to the list of questionable dr s/os today besties 🫡