#hes so babylove :’)

[groovyangelkisses]

i love joseph quinn! (i wanna lay on his big broad chest while hes wearing a cozy warm sweater and i wanna hold his chain in my mouth between my lips n i wanna sleep and hear him talk and feel him hold me so tight)

[gallaghersgal]

thinkin ab boyfriend lip :(((

[jermwiigs]

Was scrolling through blog, and saw the things you were rbing I thought "I bet you're horny for Ludwig too" and 2 posts later there he was. White boy simp.

i'm a simple person, i see a plain white boy and think nasty thoughts abt him <3

[b-rainlet]

Me: Let's reread IT! It will be fun!

*Chapter 3: Stanley Uris takes a bath*

Me:.....Maybe not.

[lexirosewrites]

Steddie as rival lawyers who have very different careers.

Steve became a prosecuting attorney after graduating from a top school at his parents’ insistence. It pays well and makes them happy, even if it’s joyless for him to fight for things he doesn’t believe in.

Prosecuting innocent people and fighting for the sake of money without morals.

On the other end of the spectrum is free-spirited Eddie Munson. He’s a defense attorney who shows up in ill-fitting suits that show off his many neck and hand tattoos. Piercings in his ears and hair that’s not tidy or tamed in any way.

He’s a rebel who barely graduated from some lower tier law school with no prestige whatsoever.

Steve naturally assumed their first trial would be a breeze.

But somehow— sheer dumb luck, bad jury selection, or just stupid fate— Eddie wins. And he keeps winning.

Over and over for months.

Steve’s long uninterrupted winning streak becomes a losing one. If Eddie’s in the courtroom too, Steve knows he’s already lost his case.

It’s humbling.

Actually, it’s frankly embarrassing to lose to someone who’s so unprofessional and doesn’t take the law seriously like Steve.

Eddie is respectful of course, but he doesn’t use lawyer-speak unless he’s referencing a precedent of a law. Other than that, he’s overly casual and friendly. Everyone’s favorite lawyer.

He doesn’t lack passion though. No, the guy all but hops up on tables to make speeches about freedom or the American dream during every trial. Utterly ridiculous.

It works though. The juries fall for his bullshit about being down to earth and his clients walk free because of it.

Steve can’t stand it. He can’t stand Eddie and his mockery of his career.

This ultimately culminates in a confrontation in the parking lot one night after a particularly tense trial conclusion.

Once again, Eddie’s guy walked free and Steve knows he’s gonna hear about it from his boss (who also happens to be his dad).

So he might snap a bit when Eddie comes out whistling and looking happier than anything.

“Hey, jackass!”

Eddie looks around like Steve might be referring to some other jackass, despite the otherwise empty parking lot.

He points to himself in question and Steve rolls his eyes in answer.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Eddie finally greets him with a smirk. “Chinese takeout for tonight sound good?”

Steve’s stomach growls at the mere suggestion.

He’d accidentally skipped lunch earlier so he could make changes to his closing argument. Fat load of good that did him.

“Yeah, sure, whatever. You’re not off the hook that easily though. What the hell was that brutal cross examination on my witness, you dickhead?”

Eddie smiles extra sweetly and presses a quick but affectionate kiss to Steve’s forehead first.

“All’s fair in love, war, and court, baby. You can whine about it later when we’re home if you really want to. I happen to know some very nice pillows that would love to muffle your pretty little moans.”

Asshole.

He blushes, glancing around to make sure they’re still alone before he pulls Eddie into an embrace.

They’ve barely spent any time together this week because of the tense trial and he really missed his boyfriend (not to be mistaken for the jackass who argues with him daily in the courtroom).

As much as they can separate their personal and work lives, it’s hard to not be on the same side of things.

“What if I want you to hear me moan, Eddie? I think it’s only fair since you seem to get everyone else off and I’m the one always suffering for it,” he mumbles snarkily into Eddie’s shirt.

Eddie laughs at the pun. He knew that he would.

“Is that why you’re sulking, babylove? You want me to get you off too?” He nods with a pathetic whine. Not getting to cum for a few days can do that to a person. “I think that can be arranged. You’ve been such a good boy for me lately. You’ve earned a treat.”

Steve melts into his boyfriend’s arms, feeling loved.

“I missed you.”

Another kiss to the forehead, but this time Eddie’s lips linger there as he speaks.

“Missed you too, sweetheart. Not sorry for winning, but I am sorry that you lost.”

Steve knew the defendant was innocent. There wasn’t much of a case to be made anyway. It still stings though.

“Yeah... I’ve been thinking about that and it might be time to quit my dad’s firm. I’d much rather be on the same side as you,” Steve confesses.

Eddie pauses.

“Does that mean…”

Steve looks up smiling and confirms, “Yes. I’ll accept the job offer if it’s still on the table.”

The rival lawyer had offered him a job months ago, before they even got together.

By accepting the position, it means they’d finally be allowed to be a couple publicly and they’d be sitting on the same side of the court for once.

It would also free Steve from his dad’s control and disappointment.

“Stevie, I’d love nothing more than to have you as my partner. In both the court and life. I love you, sweetheart.”

He can’t resist.

“I love you too… jackass.”

Eddie makes good on his promise to get Steve off that night. He even brings out the handcuffs for accuracy sake.

[sanguineterrain]

Mark Grayson x reader where reader is smitten as hell and just loves giving him a kiss wherever on his face when they get a chance to bc that boy deserves it and deserves nice things- < / 3

short but sweet! this was a lovely prompt - he IS the goodest boy and he DOES deserve nice things. need to chew him like a dog toy, frankly.

mark grayson x gn!reader. fluff, established relationship, physical affection, mark getting loved on the way god intended!!!!!

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Out of the corner of your eye, you see blue and yellow. Your window latch creaks, and you stand.

The sound elicits a Pavlovian response in you. Ever since you and Mark started dating, he's taken to landing on your roof and climbing through your window instead of going through the hassle of using the door. And as soon as you hear the latch, you're up, body already thrumming with anticipation at seeing your boyfriend.

Sure enough, Mark's crouched outside your window, purposely being slow in his movements so as not to startle you. He pushes your window open.

His hair is fluffy from the wind. He pulls his goggles up over his hair, making it stick up at odd angles. The sight overwhelms you, and you can't wait past him climbing inside.

You're on him as soon as Mark steps inside, cutting off his "hey, baby" with a solid kiss.

"Mmph!" he exclaims as you grab his face and first kiss his mouth, putting your all into it.

His hands land on your waist after several dazed seconds, and he's pliant as you wrap your arms around him and scratch the baby hairs at the nape of his neck.

You pull back for a hot second, just long enough to see how Mark's eyes have glazed over. He often gets like that when you pet and touch him. You suspect it's because he's not used to it, all this physical affection.

You immediately go back in with more kisses, peppering them all over his face. Mark lets you back him against the wall, and you kiss his cheeks, his eyelids, his chin, and his forehead.

"Wha'... what's this for?" he asks after a minute, puppy-eyed as you lavish him with attention.

"'Cause I wanna love on you," you say. "Missed you."

"I was only gone a day."

You hug him hard because you can, because he can take it. Mark squeezes you back gently, practically glowing from the affection.

"Just get really happy when I see you," you say, unable to fit your elation into words. 'Happy' is an understatement of what you're feeling. But Mark seems to understand.

He laughs quietly. "I really missed you too. You're always so sweet to me."

"Because you deserve sweetness," you say, and kiss him on the lips again. "You get all the sweetness in the world, Mark."

He swallows, opening and closing his mouth like you've overwhelmed him. You nip at his jawbone to let him know that it's okay. That he doesn't have to muster up a reply.

"Can we, uh..." Mark clears his throat. "Can we just... cuddle for a while? Is that okay?"

You beam. "Of course it is. I'll always curl up with you, babylove."

The name makes Mark shy. He chews the inside of his cheek and smiles, looking at you.

"'Kay. Be right back."

You get comfortable in bed as Mark takes the sweats he left in your drawer last night and changes, taking less than five seconds to do so. He crawls into bed, limbs heavy with exhaustion and your onslaught of affection.

You lie there and let Mark pick a position. He settles on throwing a leg over you and hugging you with his whole body, head tucked under your chin. You turn into him, hand returning to scratch his scalp.

"Thank you for loving on me. And taking care of me," he says, breathing evening out.

"No thanks necessary," you say, kissing his hair. "'S what I'm here for."

[dearharriet]

could i request james potter x reader where james discovers reader’s small “j.f.p.” tattoo on her hip and he’s like !!! obsessed :D<3 ofc only if u feel like writing it love u 🦌

this is such a cute ideaaa !! ty for the request my darling, I hope you’re well! (wc: 860) (cw: non-sexual nudity)

You’d gotten it while James was away on a trip with friends. Not exactly a whim-of-the-moment thing, but neither was it entirely planned. You knew you wanted him on you somewhere, sometime, and then Marlene asked you to accompany her for a septum piercing…

The rest fell into place. There was a small postcard in your pocket that you’d pulled from your mailbox, with James’ scratchy handwriting detailing his excursions and how much he missed you. At the bottom, he’d signed his initials, and that was what you gave the artist for reference.

There was a week of marveling at it afterwards, tracing over it with your fingertips every time your shirt lifted and wondering what James would say. If he had come home a couple days earlier, you might’ve gone with your heart and shown him right away, but he didn’t.

So when James barreled through the door of your shared apartment, towing bags and gifts, you stayed silent.

The two of you had dinner, sat down for a movie that you didn’t watch. James described the whole trip and rubbed your feet and told you he missed you. You knew you couldn’t keep the tattoo a secret, but you couldn’t will yourself to bring it up, either.

Later in the night, when only your bedroom lamps were on anymore, James came back from the shower in a skimpy towel wrap.

“Babylove, I don’t think getting dressed is in the cards for me tonight.”

You were laying on the bed, one arm under your smooshed face and the other hanging limp over the side.

James went to the dresser, smiling at your drowsy eyes and kicking feet. You murmured something like ‘good’ before he dropped his towel.

“Yeah, good,” he teased, tugging a pair of boxers on.“‘Cept I think we oughtta even the playing field here.”

Curiously, you flipped onto your back to see James better. He was in the middle of crawling onto the bed, hands and knees on each side of your legs.

“What are we evening?”

At your waist, James smiled up at you, hands leaving the bed to sweep under your night shirt.

“Oh,” you breathed, and then lifted your arms and allowed him to tug it off. You glanced furtively to the waistband of your sleep shorts, catching the sliver of ink peeking out of the top before James’ hands were there.

“Y’okay bird?”

Looking up, you met James’ careful eyes, nodding your express approval. His lips twisted, and then his needling fingers retreated from your shorts to soothe up your waist.

“Yeah? Sure?” he asked, and you put your hands in his hair to reassure him, somewhat pressed for words. “So quiet.”

“Sorry,” you managed, hands venturing over his shoulders. “Just missed you.”

You felt the truth of that curling in your belly, and James must’ve seen it on your face. Smiling wide, he swooped in to plant a sloppy kiss on your cheek. “You too.”

A second kiss on the opposite cheek, and then he was back to business undressing you.

You sucked a breath in as the elastic pulled and slid down your hips, and the whole mass of scribbles caught light. James’ eyes were on your face, your hair all fanned out, but when he sat back to toss the shorts they traveled south and—

He froze. You can’t say for how long, but it felt an eternity, your breath held tight in your chest. When your body caught up with itself and exhaled, James’ name tumbled out with it, questioning and nervous.

His eyes flicked up to you for less than a second, a sliver of acknowledgment before he’d glued his eyes on the tattoo again. Something was swimming behind his expression, and you couldn’t gauge if it was bad or good.

“Jamie,” you said again, squirming, “please say something.”

With one finger, James traced the loops and turns of his own handwriting on your skin, swallowing dryly.

“Baby,” he finally spoke, a cloying ache in his voice. “Baby.”

Finally catching your gaze again, James just gawked at you with the awe of ten men. He was touching you, absently, reverently, which you figured was a good sign.

Not quite knowing what to say, you let him work out his thoughts, staying very still.

“This is real?” You nodded, and James’ lashes fanned over his cheeks as he gave it yet another look. Then, with a spoonful of disbelief he asked, “When?”

Hips shifting a bit under him, you said, “while you were away. It’s from your letter.”

“I know what it’s from,” James assured you. “I just can’t believe…”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, beckoning James’ attention.

“If you don’t like it, Jamie, I really want you to tell me. I won’t be offended.”

James shook his head ardently.

“I really love it, bird. Really truly. I just can’t fathom how lovely you are.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from cheesing, and James’ lips curled up too, a mirror of yours.

“Though,” he said, finally settling himself on top of you, “if I’d known that’s where my signature was going, I’d have signed my full name.”

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thank u for reading! xx

[princeoftheeternalbog]

hiii

Could do nicknames one peice characters would call you?? Xx

I love you🫶 YES I WILL TEEHEE

Suggestive in Sanji and Namis part but mostly sfw!

I only did the strawhats this time but without further ado: petnames/nicknames op characters call you🫶

Luffy

I think Luffy would pick something really cute like flower, like in the morning when he tackles you out of your hammock to wake you up and he's like "GOODMORNING FLOWER :DDDD" while squishing you(😐).

OR he would refer to your future title aka consort of the pirate king(cocky mf). Even if you correct him like oh well you're not king of the pirates yet he just keeps saying 'but why can't I say it now' until you give up. LOVES when you call him my king or my sunshine, it makes him feel all gooey inside. He likes other nicknames too but those ones especially.

Zoro

Surprisingly a classic sort of guy, he'll call you hun or love, mostly always in private. But if he thinks someone is bothering you he'll purposefully say it really loudly like "oh hey LOVE I was looking for you" while glaring at the person.

Always says it in the softest, sweetest tone when you're alone. Seriously he's like some romance drama lead the way he's sighing around the word when he's holding you close. Blushes so pretty when you call him a petname back even if it's the most cringey, disgusting petname like pookie wookie. Like he'll cringe but still blush.

Sanji

Probably uses almost every name you can think of but especially darling, mon amour and sweetheart. Says them in every tone imaginable and he says them in a very specific way when you're alone, sometimes he'll say them that way in public to fluster you though (asshole🫶).

Jokes on him though because he folds really easily for the same trick. One time you said baby in that tone on deck and he tripped and fell over so... you're the real winner here. He likes to act very confident and he can be but he very often finds himself with wobbly legs around you- he can't help it you're just too fine.

Usopp

Babylove, sweetheart, pretty thing, YES I KNOW OKAY LISTEN JUST HEAR ME OUT- I just think once he gets over the honeymoon phase and he's comfy then he's smooth as fuck. Like this man is fine okay and once he knows what hes doing, he KNOWS yk. Always says them directly in your ear though🫣, he's still too shy to look you in the face while saying that sort of thing. Like he's slick but he's also sweating and trembling while he romances you.

Also he absolutely blushes bright red when you say anything of the sort to him. One 'hey pretty boy' and it's over for his blood pressure, one time he fainted and he was so embarrassed that he avoided being alone with you for a week.

Nami

Sunshine and treasure(in like every single language she can think of). Either says it in the sweetest tone ever or the most scary and she never uses your name unless she's really really scared or relieved (or during the...thing).

LOVES any and every nickname but if you say something cringe in front of somebody she makes you pay a fee😭. Fr 200 berry just for you to call her shnookems in front of Chopper, its mostly because the cringy nicknames somehow make her feel shy like omg you love me enough to confidently call me cuddle muffin ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ how disgusting (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾). But also she uses this money to buy you little gifts and trinkets so can you complain(yes).

Robin

Love, honey or sweetheart. Says it in this cute little sing song voice you didn't know she had and it's just so sweet and enticing fr she got you floating over there like a sailor drowning to a siren's song. But seriously if she's using a petname then you know she's in a really affectionate mood which means lots of touching and kisses!

Her favourite nickname that you call her is 'my wife'. Listen I think she's secretly quite intense romantically so hearing you defend her to someone by going "THAT'S MY WIFE" really does something to her heart. She tries for ages to trick you into saying it again so she can record it and listen back whenever she wants(You give her a recording for her birthday).

Franky

Babe, baby, cutie and probably something really corny like superstar🫶. Definitely the type of person to holler "THATS MY BABY✨✨" while you're kicking someone's ass and it's really embarrassing but simultaneously really reassuring.

And tbh a nickname is usually followed by a kiss, well actually most of his interactions with you are followed by a kiss- Anyways he loves it when you call him one back especially those classic ones like my love or darling, fr he's obsessed. Will absolutely tell everyone what you just called him and if he ever gets hit on he says some stupid dramatic shit like: "Only one person will ever call me their love..." Like shut up😭.

Brook

Dearheart. Iykyk. He finds dearheart is the only petname that even slightly encompass how he feels about you, and besides that he's a very classic guy. ALWAYS kisses some part of you after he says it, usually you're forehead because he's quite tall but sometimes he kisses your hand like some fairytale prince.

Blushes really easily at being called pet names especially more modern ones like baby, gently chides you for it but secretly loves it. It's like those clips of chopper where he pretends he's not flattered by a compliment😭 Brook is fr like "Oh my- please don't call me such things in public" while he's giggling like this:

Jinbei

Love, butterfly, starlight, dewdrop and anything that makes you flustered. He's secretly quite chaotic when he wants to be and he loves seeing you laugh so he tries to make you as happy as possible at all times. Despite how often he uses beautiful flowery language with you, he's quite shy with physical touch so he's stood like 6ft away going "My starlight you are prettier than anything in this world"😭.

Adores any pet name with the word my in front of it. Like my love, my baby, my man, he's just in love with you and he thinks he should be kissing you at all times! Sweetest man ever to be honest.

[estrellami-1]

Steve never yelled.

It was something everyone knew and no one talked about. All his anger was quiet, a rage simmering just beneath the surface.

And sure; he’d raise his voice to be heard over the cacophony of the kids he’d unwittingly adopted, but everyone agreed that wasn’t yelling. That was just making sure he was heard.

Even Eddie, as his boyfriend, had never heard him yell before. And there’s something to be said about following the leader: even when they argued, even when tensions were high, Steve never yelled. So Eddie didn’t, either.

He wished he could take back the one time he did.

Eddie was hot-tempered. He knew this. Everyone knew this. Hot-tempered and a knife-sharp tongue, cutting down to the marrow with just his words. He’d never use his fists. This is also something everyone knows.

Eddie’s animated, larger-than-life, and he continued that trend in his arguments. Hands flying out to prove a point, but never to strike.

Everyone knew why. Everyone who knew Eddie knew what happened when he was nine, when Momma died and Daddy tried to find happiness at the bottom of a bottle.

That was the summer he moved in with Wayne. Wayne was a kind soul, slow to speak and even slower to anger. He was even-tempered, which meant it took a lot to get him mad, but once he was there, he wasn’t letting go easy.

So Eddie never raised his hands. Steve never raised his voice. Steve never raised his hands, either.

Eddie wished, with everything inside of him, he hadn’t raised his voice.

Because there’s something to be said about following the leader. When Eddie yelled, Steve followed.

Eddie didn’t know what they were arguing about anymore. Something stupid, he’s sure, but all he heard was blood rushing in his ears as he argued with Steve.

Steve, unflappable Steve, unshakeable Steve, argued back. He raised his voice.

Then, suddenly, he stopped. “Shit,” he whispered, eyes wide and not completely present. “Shit- I- sorry, I- I’m-” he shook his head, started to back up, almost tripped on nothing. Caught himself on the counter. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t- didn’t mean to-”

Abruptly, everything was silent. Eddie’s blood stilled as something ugly rose up in his throat. “Steve?”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again. “I’m not- not him, I swear, I don’t- I didn’t-” he shook his head again.

Eddie almost cursed when he finally realized what was happening. A panic attack. “Steve,” he said, slowly, calmly. “Stevie, baby, can I touch you?”

“I’m sorry,” Steve whispered again, gasping for breath.

“No, babylove,” Eddie murmured. “My fault, isn’t it? I should’ve known. Can I touch you, Stevie?”

He nodded, lip trembling. “‘M sorry.”

“No, sweets. You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, c’mere.” He tugged Steve into a hug, nudged his face into the crook of Eddie’s neck, rubbed soothing hands down his back. “Breathe with me, baby, c’mon, you can do this. Come back to me.”

Steve choked on a breath. “‘M sorry,” he mumbled again, and here were the tears, here’s what Eddie had been waiting for. He knew crying would likely trigger a headache, so he made a mental list of things he’d need to prepare.

“Not your fault,” Eddie promised him again. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I never shoulda yelled, that’s on me.” He smoothed his hands down over Steve’s back again. “Come back to me, baby, where are you?”

Shaking hands grabbed at Eddie’s shirt, just above his hips. “Eddie.”

“That’s me,” Eddie agreed. “Take a breath for me, sweets, c’mon. In and out.” A shaky puff of air hit his neck, and he gently squeezed Steve. “That’s good. That’s so good. One more, Stevie, c’mon, just one more breath.”

Slowly but surely, Steve calmed down. He let out one last sigh and unclenched his hands, wrapping them around his boyfriend’s waist. “Sorry.”

“Not your fault,” Eddie promised again. “You okay?”

Steve sniffed. “Think so. I, uh… didn’t know that would happen.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“No.” He sniffed again, pressed his fingertips into the divots of Eddie’s spine. “I’ve tried, my whole life, to be anybody but my dad. He… he would yell, and I remember thinking as a little kid that… dads aren’t supposed to scare their kids.” He shrugged. “I don’t think it was ever a conscious decision, not to yell. Just a… side effect, I guess, of not being like him.”

Eddie sighed. “And here I come along and fuck it all up, huh?”

Steve shook his head. “You make everything better, Eds. Even if we argue. Because I know we’ll be okay.” He managed a huff of a laugh. “I, uh, don’t actually remember what we were arguing about anymore.”

Eddie chuckled. “Me neither, Stevie.” He pressed a kiss to Steve’s temple. “Okay?”

“Okay.” Steve lifted his head to kiss Eddie properly. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Eddie answered instantly. “Always.”

[tightjeansjavi]

Can I just say…

I keep having feral thoughts of Pornstar!Joel maybe feeling tired after a long day and he tries to eat Babylove’s pussy with his usual enthusiasm but she can tell he’s too tired.

So, instead after lots of reassurance from her, he spends his time just kissing her clit and folds because he was foo fucking stubborn to get from between her legs. So he settles a little routine of kissing her clit, pulling away and settling his cheek against her thigh to simply watch her pussy twitch with a lovesick smile on his face before repeating it again.

Oh my god, nonnie!! You can’t do this to me right now 😩😩😩

No cause imagine they get back from the bar super late one night and Ellie is having a sleepover with Dina and some of their friends so Joel and baby love have the whole house to themselves and he’s super enthusiastic the moment they walk through the door he’s kissing all up on your neck, squeezing your ass and thighs through your dress. He’s probably even a little tipsy, curls a sweaty mess strewn across his forehead haphazardly. He tastes like salt, musk, and hint of whiskey when you guide his warm mouth to your own. It’s a messy kiss of tangled tongues and clashing teeth when he lifts the hem of your dress over your ass so he can feel your hot skin beneath his touch.

They stumble up the stairs, giggling between kisses the whole way up to their bedroom. He doesn’t even bother with undressing and just focuses all his attention on you and all the skin he can reach.

He’s between your thighs, licking and kissing everywhere he can reach as he yanks your panties down swiftly and tosses them to the side. All that dancing and drinking has really started to make him feel sleepy, but he’s determined to make you come at least once before knocking out.

“Baby love…” he mumbles groggily against your pussy, tongue lazily lapping through your folds. His half lidded eyes slowly flit up to your face from between your thighs. You reach one hand down, threading your fingers through his messy, sweaty curls to gently brush them from his face.

“Daddy, it’s okay if you’re sleepy.” You reassure him but he shakes his head immediately.

“No, no, baby. M’fine. Wanna make you come, sweet girl. Been promisin’ you all goddamn night and I ain’t about to—”

“Joel.” You hush him, soft yet stern. “It’s okay. We can just cuddle and sleep, okay?”

But your man is relentless, pushing through his drowsiness when he begins to slowly circle his tongue around your clit before kissing it sweetly. He does this a few times before dragging his tongue through your slick folds and back up again. He’s always been so generous and giving, and you could never deny him his favorite meal, after all…

When he grows tired he rests his scruffy cheek against your bare thigh, eyes drooping and growing heavy as he watches your bare pussy twitch, glistening with his salivia and arousal beneath his heady gaze. His smile is a lovesick grin, dripping with sweetness like nectar from a flower, or juice from a ripened peach.

He kisses your clit once more, a goodnight kiss while his strong arms encircle your waist, using your thigh as his personal pillow. He falls asleep shortly after, soft snores tickling the sensitive hair on your skin, but you don’t have the heart to move him, not when he’s looking so peaceful. His lips are so plush, kissable like two cherries.

You continue to gently play with his hair, whispering sweet nothings before you too drift off into a relaxed slumber.

[ellecdc]

Mother what pet names would the boys use for reader? I’m curious 👀

ouu I love this! I think I use pretty common ones in the fandom but here's my take:

James: I've used angel, sweetheart, the odd baby I think

Remus: dove/dovey (duh), love, and I've used lovebug and the odd babylove because...well....I'm a hoe for Remus and want to be called that so bad

Sirius: [in fics where it's just him x reader] I've used love; dollface, babydoll, dolly, baby, gorgeous

Regulus: amour, mon cheri, my love, and I love mon cœur

Barty: all of them, it's chaotic. I've always used Treasure (even when he's not in the ship because he's petty like that and would love the idea of making readers partners squirm knowing how important you are to him), sweetheart, angel, baby, sweetness

Lily: hmm sweetheart, lovie, gorgeous/beautiful (likes to see you blush), darling

[myoddessy]

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notyn the priv gets the real shit, and nothing in my life is more real than my love for this idiot right here. daniel, thank you so much for everything you've ever done for me and given me. from love, to inspiration, to the best hugs in the world, you give and give and give. I love you with everything in me. you're asleep rn so I hope everyone enjoys the rares until you wake up and force me to delete them 💞💞

landonorris I think I just threw up. please never flirt so openly again. its really inconsiderate.

notyn don't throw a tantrum, sweetie, it's okay, you'll find a nice girl eventually!

lilymhe so adorable 🥺 im still in shock, so proud of you, baby. can't wait to see you tomorrow 💞

devonleecarlson so. fucking. CUTE. you two are a literal dreamboard couple. love u eternally, honey

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danielricciardo 3rd Oscar win, is anyone surprised? there's nobody else I'd rather be arm candy to. Y/n, you're the best out there, and I'm forever proud to call you mine. My love, my wife, my world. Can't wait to see what else comes next from your infinite talent and kindness ❤️

yourusername Danny ☹️ love you infinitely, and you're the best arm candy i could ever ask for 😉

danielricciardo I pride myself on my trophy husband abilities

landonorris stop flirting its gross

mclarenfan369 stop landos like a kid seeing their parents kiss in front of them 😭

lewishamilton congrats to y/n! here's to much more success, luck, and love ❤️🍀

maxverstappen I remember when he used to say these things about me 😞

yourusername you were the other woman, deal with it. 💞💞

maxverstappen I treat him better 🙄

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stevie loves mocking you <3 doesn’t even do it on purpose. he’ll just repeat the answers to your questions with a sweet little chuckle. when he does it in bed😮‍💨

heheh

he lovveeeesss it. he never felt like anyone wanted to ask him questions because he never felt smart enough. the fact that you trust him enough to rely on him makes his heart flutter. so sometimes he giggles a little bit when you ask him something like he knows the answer to everything.

“stevieee where does cinnamon come from???”

and he laughs a little and says “well i dont know that babylove, where do you think it comes from?”

and in bed its a completely different animal. he will give you anything you want, you just have to ask for it. he loves making you tell him what you want him to do. loves making you a little embarrassed and shy and most of all blush. watching you struggle to look him in the eyes and twiddle your thumbs while you’re soaking through your panties is so fun for him. of course, youll never feel unsafe or uncomfortable with him, he just wants you to be able to ask him these things. he likes training you to be open and honest with him, even when its about how much you need him inside you.

“what do you need babygirl? tell me whats wrong love.”

“steve…” and youll bury your burning face in his neck. whining and trying to buck your hips against him, but he just takes your jaw in his hand and makes you look at him.

“you know i’ll do anything you want me to, you just have to ask me,” and he can see youre already a little fucked out from how much hes been touching you and teasing you, “can you be good for me hon? can you use your words for me?”

and at this point your shyness has worn off because he makes you feel so safe and secure and needy. and so you just tell him you need him inside you now and he just smiles at you.

“yeah baby? that what you want? that make you feel better baby? you want me to fuck you honey? yeah? thats a good girl baby. thats my good girl. c’mon, spread those pretty legs baby, let me see. awh you poor thing. dont worry baby, ive got you. daddy’s gonna take care of you. shhh.”

and once hes got you fucked so dumb and kissed senseless and all you can get out is moans and his name, he cant help but mock you a little.

“awh, yeah baby? that feel good? you like it when i make love to my pretty girl, huh? oh i know baby, can feel you clenching ‘round my cock, baby. love taking care of my sweet girl. you feel what you do to me? you feel how hard you’ve got me? fucking beautiful. hottest thing ive ever seen. god baby. shhhh, ive got you. i know. i know.”

fucks you dumb on his cock till youre screaming and hes straining and moaning into your mouth “i know baby, -god- fuck- good girl, holding me so tight.”

hes just so sweet but so condescending.

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Tender Kisses

Love is the kiss left on my forehead.

a @steddielovemonth prompt | 652 words | CW: N/A | Rating: T

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Eddie’s holding his breath. 

Not literally, he’d die if he held it for this long, obviously. Figuratively speaking, he’s holding his breath. It’s been three months of this thing with Steve and he’s waiting, watching for the other shoe to drop. It’s bound to happen, always does with his adventures in dating or anything resembling a love life. They have their fun, they experiment a little, and then – poof  – gone. 

And Eddie’s left with a broken heart once again that he tried so hard to prevent. 

Admittedly, he’s not trying as hard with Steve to keep his walls up, to guard his vulnerable heart. It’s hard when the guy literally saved you from the brink of death and is the sweetest, most attractive guy you’ve ever had the chance to meet. Add in his nearly decade-long crush, the fact that Steve’s making an effort to infiltrate every aspect of Eddie’s life, and showers him with all sorts of romantic, sappy gestures? 

Eddie was always going to fail in that particular quest. 

But he’s still holding his breath. 

“Mornin’ baby,” Steve mumbles as he shuffles into the living area. It’s funny seeing him so sleepy, one of Eddie’s sleep shirts (that was originally Wayne’s) hanging from his shoulders at an angle and his boxers have to be low on his hips with how much thigh they’re covering. He’s rubbing at his eye, squinting and frowning at the lights above. Normally, Steve’s up first and Eddie’s the one who looks like he was just dragged from the depths of their bed, so Eddie’s relishing this moment. 

“Mornin’ sleepyhead,” Eddie says softly, sipping at his coffee as he pushes off the counter to grab Steve a mug. “How was going out with Rob last night?” 

Steve groans and clings to Eddie’s back, burying his face in the crook of his neck as his arms hug Eddie from behind. “Great. I don’t think we’ll ever drink again.” 

Eddie laughs softly, trying not to move too much to dislodge Steve as he fixes Steve’s coffee with too much milk and sugar. 

It doesn’t matter, not when Steve reaches to grab Eddie’s mug and takes a sip. His nose wrinkles as he puts it back down. “Don’t know how you can drink it like that,” he grumbles, hiding away again. 

“You get used to it,” Eddie laughs again. He nudges Steve’s hand. “This is better,” he whispers. 

Steve takes the mug and stays as draped over Eddie as he can as he takes a sip. He hums as he lowers the mug, a sleepy, content smile on his face. “Perfect.” 

Eddie turns to lean against the counter and holds Steve in his arms, hands running along his hips. “Missed you last night.” 

“You should have come out with us,” Steve says, pouting. “I missed you too. Wasn’t as fun without you.” 

“You needed time with Rob.” 

“Yeah,” Steve sighs, “but still wish you were there.” He reaches over to set his mug down and throws his arms around Eddie’s neck. Steve leans in and presses his lips to Eddie’s forehead, kissing once then brushing away his bangs to kiss the bare skin again. “Can we go back to bed after this?” he asks against Eddie’s skin.

Eddie nods, actually holding his breath and trying not to jerk his head against Steve’s chin. It’s too sweet, too much. Steve’s always too much. Fuck, he loves him. 

And he thinks, when he lets out the breath – both literal and figurative, that Steve may actually love him too. 

“You’re full of great ideas this morning, babylove,” Eddie says, pulling away to actually kiss Steve – coffee breath and all. “Want to eat first?” 

Steve groans and shakes his head, dipping back down to hide again. “No,” he whines. “Just want you.” 

Oh yeah, Eddie thinks. This is it for him. God, he just hopes Steve’s thinking the same. 

“That can be arranged.”

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Thank you @lady-lostmind!

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Cuddling prompts you say?

1, 2, 8, and 30 🖤❤️🖤❤️😘

So many!

I went with number 2- Tracing scars and pressing into beauty/birth marks.

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There’s a birth mark on Eddie’s arm that’s hidden within his tattoo of bats. It’s nothing too noticeable, he only knows about it because Eddie pointed it out to him during their second date. Told him that it’s the reason he even got the bats in the first place.

Steve’s finger lightly drags against it, memorizing the shape.

“What are you doing?” Eddie laughs, tapping the side of Steve’s head. Watches as the finger stops and hops to one of the bats, dragging again around it before stopping. Repeating the action again on all of the bats and ending by all of his fingers are laying on top. “Babylove?”

Steve hums, looking away from Eddie’s arm to his face. Mentally connecting his freckles before meeting his eyes. “Just looking at you”

Eddie shakes his head with fondness, “Sappy this evening?”

Steve’s lips tug into a smile as he shrugs and walks his fingers along Eddie’s arm, finding the fading scars from the demobats and pressing lightly to them then shifts his body more against Eddie. Feeling arms go around him and pressing their bodies closer.

“And if I am?”

Eddie laughs at the slight bitchy tone, squeezes Steve once and pressing his lips against him. “No need for sass, Honeyboy, just whatcha thinkin’?”

Steve hums and closes his eyes, taking a moment to enjoy the peaceful atmosphere in their bedroom. Loving the feel of Eddie breathing against him, the weight of his arms against him. Hoping to remember this moment in time for the rest of his life, telling himself that this will be a story for the future.

“Thinking about how we made it out, that you’re alive and here,” he starts explaining, resting his head against Eddie’s shoulder, “making sure I remember everything about you. I’m thinking how much I love you”

Eddie’s heart starts beating faster, feels his face get warm. Squeezing Steve against him a little tighter and pressing his lips against the side of his head again for a long moment, before relaxing and sighing with a smile.

“We did it, Sweetheart. Can’t believe it sometimes that I am. That you’re here with me.”

Steve shifts and turns around to face him, a smile on his face. A blush of his own, “now who’s the sappy one”

Eddie laughs and it’s contagious. They’re both laughing, enjoying the sounds and each others presence. Both making sure to memorize this moment, enjoying the weight of each other.

It’s been a year since Vecna and two years since they made their relationship official. Things aren’t always perfect, people still question Eddie, question Steve too. But they’re not letting the little things get to them, they’ve been through an hell and a power hungry man turned monster.

Nothing can get to them or their love for each other.

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Hope you liked it! I’ll try writing something with the other three prompts another time ❤️

It’s not mentioned in the fic but I hope you put it together that the birthmark is vaguely shaped like a bat. And surprise! It’s an au where they got together before Vecna :D they’re sappy bois.

Cuddling prompts

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Eddie Munson, Bug Wrangler

(Cw: Spider. Not graphic or anything scary, this ficlet is all fluff) This is for @glitterfang, one of the most brilliant authors of our generation. To my dearest pizzabones, Happy Birthday Becca. Ily.

Eddie is cozied up on his brand new couch, covered in a pile of ridiculously soft blankets, reading a captivating fantasy novel he picked up from the library down the street. Warm light is spilling out from the lamp on the side table by his head and Eddie is... so happy. He fucking loves his new apartment. He fucking loves that he has an apartment in general but especially that he's living in said apartment with his high school crush turned boyfriend, Steve Harrington. Everything just feels so soft and good and safe for the first time in his life. He sinks further down into the cushions of the couch when he hears the shower turn off in the other room. He smiles to himself.

He has the perfect seat for a night like tonight. The apartment layout is a little confusing with the living room being in between the bathroom and the bedroom, but Eddie is not complaining. He's not complaining because it means Steve has to walk through the living room and pass by Eddie in nothing but a towel to get back to the bedroom. And Eddie will never get tired of that view.

Soon enough, the bathroom door opens and out walks the most beautiful goddamn man Eddie has ever laid his eyes on. Water droplets are falling from his hair to the hardwood floor and Steve looks up when he notices he's being watched. Eddie is peaking out from the top of his book, clearly hiding a smile.

"Oh hi there." Steve greets softly. He slows down on his walk to the bedroom.

"Hi."

"You come here often?" Steve jokes.

"Nope. First time, actually," Eddie lowers his book and gives Steve a once over, "I'm sight seeing."

Steve huffs and walks into their room calling out "Be right back." Eddie sighs contentedly and looks back down at his book wondering if it's worth trying to get back into it. From the bedroom, Eddie hears something small clatter to the ground followed by a loud inhale of breath. He's expecting Steve to say something. Anything.

"Babylove? You okay?" Eddie asks while sitting up, voice laced with concern. The room is silent for a moment before Steve walks backwards out of the bedroom in boxer briefs and a tshirt. He turns to face Eddie, face pale, while continuously glancing back into the room.

"What happened?" Eddie moves the blankets off his legs. He has literally never seen Steve nervous like this, not in the face of monsters and not in the face of dangerous men. It's making him nervous, himself.

"There's. Uhm." Steve quickly whips his head around to check the room again before sheepishly looking at Eddie. Eddie gets up and walks towards Steve. He puts a hand on the small of Steve's back and leans through the door frame expecting to see something that could have rendered Steve speechless. He sees a stick of deodorant on the floor.

"What?" Eddie asks quietly, lifting his hand to cradle Steve's cheek.

"It's embarrassing," Steve concedes, deflating.

"We're so past embarrassing, babe. Tell me what's wrong?" Eddie combs Steve's wet hair back with his fingers. Steve searches Eddie's eyes. For what? He's not sure. Judgement, maybe? When Steve finds only an openly concerned expression there, he buries his face in Eddie's neck.

"There's a spider." Steve whines, his voice being muffled by the fabric of Eddie's sweatshirt. And Eddie wants to laugh. He wants to laugh because this whole time he thought Steve was this fearless god of a man. Untouchable in every way. But he is so suddenly endeared that his boy is afraid of spiders. He doesn't laugh because he understands the fragile vulnerability that Steve is trusting him with in this moment.

"Oh baby, lets get him out of here! A free loader in our brand new apartment? I don't think so." Eddie moves back and kisses Steve sweetly on the forehead before ducking to meet his eyes. "Show me where he is?" And Steve's shoulders subtly loosen in relief, glad that he's not being made fun of or maybe glad that Eddie is willing to be the bug wrangler between the two of them.

"Hold on," Eddie turns and jogs into the kitchen where he grabs a glass and an open piece of mail.

"Hurry Eddie he's moving." Steve calls out and Eddie full on giggles.

When he walks into their bedroom, and god the novelty of sharing a bedroom with Steve Harrington will never, ever wear off, Eddie sees him staring at the wall right above their nightstand. Steve turns to him with a distressed expression and points at the wall uselessly. Eddie moves forward and places the glass on the wall around the little guy. He slips the paper under the glass and carefully brings the cup away from the wall.

"Give him a name before we kick him out so we know what to call him when we warn the neighbors about the dreaded trespasser." Eddie says holding the paper tight against the glass. He's trying to make the situation as light and playful as possible. Wants Steve to know there's no reason to be embarrassed. The corner of Steve's lip lifts slightly and Eddie is glad to see it.

"Ronald." Steve decides after some internal deliberation. He makes his way to the window and slides it open.

"Reagan?"

"Yeah. Ronald Reagan." Steve agrees with a smile. Eddie beams, pleased that Steve always plays along.

"Perfect name for such a heinous creature." Eddie responds while following him. Eddie lifts the paper off of the cup and shakes the cup out so that the spider falls onto the ledge a few feet below their window. "Fuck you Ronald Reagan!" Eddie shouts out the window. Steve lets out a surprised laugh and shushes Eddie. "Say it babe!" Eddie encourages. He sets the glass on the window seal and puts his arms around Steve's waist.

"You're gonna get us in trouble, Eds." Steve nuzzles into his cheek. Eddie frees one of his hands and puts his weight into closing the window.

"Thank you." Steve tacks on after Eddie has returned to holding him.

"Please, it's a given that I'm gonna protect my baby from war criminals" Eddie whispers pressing a kiss against his eyebrow. Eddie feels the small huffs of breath against his neck when Steve laughs softly.

"No, but really. Eddie. Thank you. For not making fun of me and just always making me feel-" Steve looks at the ground so he doesn't have to meet Eddie's eyes. "Safe. No matter what. I'm sorry that I'm kind of high maintenance."

"Hey! I think you are severely underestimating just how much I'm willing to do for you." Eddie pulls Steve closer and starts swaying them where they stand. Eddie admires the sight of the warm lamplight that haloes around Steve's head. "And for the record, you're not high maintenance at all. But it would be absolutely fine with me if you were." Eddie adds.

Steve's eyebrows furrow like he's working something out in his head. He doesn't understand how much he's loved. But that's fine, Eddie will keep working at it every day. Chiseling away at Steve's walls like the most patient and dedicated sculptor there ever was.

"Let me dry your hair for you, yeah?" Eddie asks pulling Steve back out towards the bathroom. Eddie expects Steve to say something like 'it's okay. I can do it' or 'Eddie... you don't have to.' But instead he says:

"Okay." Sweet and simple. Eddie will count that as a battle won in the war of "Getting Steve to understand his worth."