#if it’s the second thing then they keep just pumping into each other buying the same pretentious items

[the-mad-prince-of-denmark]

Can’t decide what’s funnier- Benoit Blanc meeting his husband during a high stakes murder mystery or Benoit Blanc meeting his husband at like, the grocery store

[hysteria-things]

can u do one where you and matt/chris are about to make sec and he’s going in your drawer for a condom but he find a a vibrator and starts asking u about it and you got the rest lol

"WHAT'S THIS?"

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: chris finds something in your drawer and asks you about it. you’re embarrassed because you got it a while ago but never used it, and chris comes up with something to do about it.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, vibrator, oral (male receiving), throat fucking, darcryphilia (sorta)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 987

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: gonna start doing some requests AND thank you sm for over 100 followers in a day??? that’s crazy.

anywho i hope you like it anon! thanks for being my first request💕

finally, you and chris have some alone time. because of your job and chris’s busy schedule, it’s almost impossible to hang out with each other no matter how hard you try.

this saturday was the only day available for the both of you until further notice. why not make the most out of it, right?

chris doesn’t take his lips off of yours while he reaches and opens your bedside table drawer to get out the condom box he knows you have in there. instead, he feels another box.

he furrows his eyebrows and pulls away, turning his head to where his hand rests on the object. “y/n?” he questions. “what’s this?”

he pulls out the box and holds it so you can see, but he knows damn well what it is. a hint of a smirk appears on his face when he sees your cheeks turn red.

“i— um…” you stammer, scurrying to your feet that were straddling his legs and standing at the end of the bed. he still lays on the bed with his head resting against the backboard, his eyebrows raised with a grin. “i-i got it a while ago. i haven’t used it because as i was buying it i knew it was a stupid decision anyway. i-i forgot it was even in there.”

you rub the back of your neck, now sweating from the embarrassment. chris slides himself to where you’re standing and stands in front of you, the vibrator box still in his hand.

he starts to open the box, causing your eyes to almost pop out of your head. “w-what are you doing?”

“there’s a first time for everything,” he states, now sliding the purple bullet out of its packaging.

he pulls down your shorts and underwear. you step out of them and kick them somewhere when they reach your ankles. he presses the lowest setting and moves his hand so the vibe touches your clit.

you moan lowly, licking your lips and throwing your head back from the sudden vibration. chris doesn’t put it in just yet, instead, he moves it up and down.

“chris, come on,” you whine, wanting him to do more. you grip onto his shoulders to stay stable when you feel your legs become weak.

“hold this and get on your knees,” he demands, handing you the vibrator. you stand there for a few seconds before following his command, going on your knees and keeping the object between your legs.

you’re still moaning when he takes off his sweatpants that have the outline of his hard-on.

his dick springs out in front of you, and you open your mouth without him having to tell you. he smirks at this. “so desperate.”

you whimper and start to take the vibrator off of your clit, but chris notices this and stops you. “no. leave it there while you suck my cock.”

you look up at him through your lashes and move your mouth to where it sucks on the tip. he groans, taking his hands and grabbing your hair. you start to move your head down his length, choking here and there since only so much can fit in your small mouth.

you feel his tip touch the back of your throat, and you take your unoccupied hand and start pumping the amount you can’t fit.

he grunts and moans, looking down at how beautiful you look sucking him off.

your hand that’s on the vibrator tends to move faster than your brain so without a second thought, you turn it up to the max setting. you’re wet enough at this point and slide it in.

you moan around his dick. you try to focus on the two things you’re doing at once, but you can’t. you lift your lips off of his dick and start humping the vibrator to get closer to your high.

chris grabs onto your jaw and forces you to look at him. “what’s wrong, hm? can you only take so much?”

“please.” you moan. “i want to cum.”

“so do i.” he doesn’t give you a chance to reply when he shoves himself back into your moaning mouth. the vibrations from your sounds make his dick twitch.

the unholy sounds of his cock plowing into your mouth fill the room, along with the sound of the vibrator moving in and out of your pussy. with each thrust you moan, and each time you moan, chris’s orgasm builds.

drool drips onto your chin and neck. your eyes start to flutter backward until you feel his grip on your jaw tighten.

“don’t even think about it.” he thrusts a little harder this time, causing you to gag and tears start to form. “i want you to look me in the eyes when you come.”

you try your best to not roll your eyes back when his dark eyes look dead into yours. a tear sheds from your eyelid, and he takes his thumb and wipes it away. “you’re so pretty.”

you feel your white liquid start to ooze out of you, and for some reason, you try to talk. obviously, you can’t, so instead it comes out as hums.

luckily, chris understands. “is my girl making a mess on the floor? hm?”

you whimper but nod. he halts his movements when he’s all the way deep in your throat, making sure you swallow every drop of him.

he pulls out and you cough a few times before turning the vibe off and setting it down next to you. he cups your face, rubbing your tear-stained cheeks.

he helps you to your feet. “i’ll run a bath for you and clean up. then we can cuddle and watch your favorite movie. how’s that sound?”

you smile and nod, your brain still fuzzy from what happened mere seconds ago. he kisses you, picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom connected to your bedroom.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Sex Bot Au Mixup

Requested: Yes! [Sex bot au but the person who purchased the bot bought it as a companion, unaware it was actually sex robot and gets extremely flustered?]

Warnings: ✨Spice✨

A simple mistake. You were already nervous enough spending so much money on something, not to mention the overwhelming embarrassment of resorting to buying a friend when making them seemed to fail. It was only natural that you didn’t read through everything properly, that you skipped over some parts as you rushed to make your purchase before you could second guess yourself.

But then the delivery truck came and you saw the right red stamps all over, the words “sex bot” making you extremely confused and flustered as the truck driver insisted on you signing, despite you attempting to reason with him.

Gaz

Gaz is….disappointed that you seem to avoid him, always growing flustered at how he touches you. His hands on your thighs, your waist, your lower back. He likes to touch you but you always grow tense, embarrassed by his easy and not so platonic affections. He’s almost pouty everytime it happens, and he wants to chase after you, continue to touch you, but he knows that would just drive you further away. So he steps back, and patiently waits for you to come to him, overjoyed at even the tiniest of attention, such as linking pinkies or a brush of hands. He hopes one day he can help you conquer your shyness because he….he’s going just a little bit insane with the low contact.

Ghost

Ghost is confused by your reluctance to be around him, the way you fluster and seem to shy away from him everytime he so much as tries to touch your cheek. Part of him is grateful that you don’t seem to want to just fuck, but he’s also a little….saddened by the fact. He finds he likes you, perhaps more than he should. He wants to hold you, keep you close, delve inside you and see just how shy you get when you’re speared open on his cock. It’s frustrating to say the least, especially for someone who didn’t think he was capable of feeling like this. He wasn’t programmed for desire but he felt it anyways, for you and you alone. And it was driving him insane.

König

König is all kinds of relieved that you appear to be just as anxious and easily flustered as him. He’s more than happy to be slow with you, take his time learning about you and have the both of you warm up to each other. That being said, even König has his limits. And if you, somehow, manage to continue being just as easily flustered then there might be a smidgen of a problem. Because König is going absolutely insane over you, practically foaming at the mouth every time you let him hold your hand or just basically any type of affectionate touch. And he feels so guilty about how he pumps his cock to the thought of your embarrassed expression, the same one you made when he kissed your cheek one day. That face, the feel of your skin under his lips, the way you clearly thought about it all day just from how you curled in on yourself just at the sight of him.

Alejandro

This is gonna be hell for you. I’m saying it now. Alejandro is all kinds of smooth with the addition of being flirty enough to make the Devil blush. He’s constantly on you, your flustered and shy demeanor only driving him further, whispering the most suggestive things in your ear as he rubs his hands along your sides. The worst part? He’s holding back. He never tells you the filthiest parts of his imagination or lets his touch wander too far, constantly leaving you on edge. He’s teasing you and somehow also teasing himself. Holding back doesn’t come easy to him and he struggles to not push you too far, slowly losing his grip on himself everytime you accidentally whimper or softly moan. Whether it be from his touch or anything else. He’s constantly like 🤏 this close to just hauling you up onto the nearest surface and having his way with you.

[dairy-farmer]

For today's contrived set up: What if Bruce got his hands on one of those reality warping Fix One Mistake sort of magical devices. The sort that always come at a cost but compel you to use them?

And maybe... Bruce is feeling particularly low. The family is once again splintered. Jason is killing again. Gotham on the verge of once AGAIN erupting into turf wars. And? As he holds the damn thing? All he can do is think of better times.

He knows better.

He knows he knows better.

He needs to put the damn thing in the foam lined box, seal it, and bring it to JLA Dark for containment. Just... put it down. Close the lid. That's... that's all... he has... to do...

But instead?

For the briefest moment? His iron will slips. He is human. A father. Instead of a Symbol. He wishes... WANTS, deep in his heart. And that's all the statue needs. Reality rewrites. He is destroyed. Everything destroyed. And a new version of themselves replace them.

Can't be You with a different past after all~

Only those protected from Magic would notice the difference. And even them, only to a certain extent. People like Jason. Who has the All Blades.

But what did Bruce wish for? What else? That Jason never died.

So in a blink, Jason is Red Robin. Damian his successor. No pit rage, no Red Hood, not fractured family. Bruce, lighter then he has been in over a decade. Jason left reeling from new memories, shoved in his head.

And... and no Tim.

Jason took his Life. In an ironic twist of everything he'd ever accused Timber's off, in the heat of his madness. Jason is now living Tim's life. Stole it. Now JASON'S the Replacement. And only he remembers.

Everything seems happy. Gotham lighter, the world brighter. But where the fuck is Timbers?

Jason looks. Tries not to lose his mind. Finds him. And one of Bruce's shindigs. Standing awkwardly, desperate to sit down, as he tries to keep weight of his sprained ankle. His Mother too busy networking along side her... SECOND husband? What the hell happen- Jason decides he doesn't care. Sweeps in and steals Tim away.

Tim looks Star struck.

Is thinner, less muscled, yet somehow softer then Jason has ever seen him. Hang off Jason's every word. No way the little stalker doesn't Know. But Jason could care less. Is determined to weasel into Timmers life. Family is family, after all.

That's, at least, what he tells himself.

But? The longer it goes on? The more meet ups? Hang outs? Dinners and brunches and movie nights, he goes too? The less... brotherly, his feeling are. Tim talks to him about his dreams. Has hopes, is open and laughs freely. Isn't some traumatized little Bruce clone. Jason... likes it.

Finds his hands lingering. Eyes drifting, caressing. He starts wondering.

Tim, brilliant and observant as he is? Notices. Responds with tight little shorts that start covering less and less. Loose shirts, that get bigger, slide from shoulders and drape open, easier. Legs thrown casually into his lap.

They dance around each other.

Like... like normal people do. Jason feels giddy. Thoughts of Saturday night dinners and getting hands on the couch, haunting him. He buys nice sheets. Gets a proper apartment. Invites Tim over.

Plans to ask him out properly.

Gets kissed senseless then eagerly blown the second the door was closed, instead. They spend the weekend making sure there's not a surface of his new home that Jason HASN'T pinned Tim too and pumped his guts against.

Jason gets to play normal. Be young and in love.

Tim gets to be unspeakably horny for Robin.

They fuck like rabbits.

Does Tim remember too? Who's to say! Maybe this is his retirement. Maybe not. But he's happy, getting laid on the regular, and probably gonna be a dad before long if Jason keeps forgetting to buy birth control.

Life is fantastic.

-🐼🐼🐼

aw jason seeking tim out in a world where tim was nver part of their lives 🥺<3

[subbmissivesuccubus]

H-L ( Part 2)

Content : Rengoku X Fem Reader X Uzui. NSFW one shots.

A-Z prompts, part 1~

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Rengoku grooms himself well, a neat patch of hair on his abdomen that matches the red and yellow pattern of the hair on his head. It made him a bit flustered the first time you saw it, your eyes widening as you didn't realize you were just staring at this man's dick. Uzui is completely clean shaven, not a hair on his body as he finds it more comfortable and gets to show off his physique more flamboyantly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

The intimate moments while you're getting you back blown out by two amazing men always made your head spin more so than their thick cocks splitting you open. Rengoku is very romantic and it came as no surprise to you. Even when he's rough with you, pulling the leash of your collar and lightly choking you as his hips continue to piston into your pussy from behind, he manages to keep the romance going. "Oh, angel~ You're my perfect wife~ How did I get so lucky, hmm?" Definitely more of a kisser, his lips on you as much as possible. He loves kissing your lips of course, his favorite thing to do as you fuck, swallowing down the moans and whines he gets out of you. But as he kisses you, Uzui is also working hard to distract you away from Rengoku, pulling your chin away from the flame Hashira so he can take them instead. The romantic aspect of your time with Uzui depends on his mood. One moment he's peppering your face with kisses as he makes love to you and the next second he's pistoning his cock into you like a mad man, growling degrading filth. Uzui is either at a zero or a hundred and there's no in between. It sometimes gives you whiplash on how last night he was so sweet and intimate with you that it almost made you cry but tonight, he's got you in a mating press, a blindfold over your eyes and a gag in your mouth as he pounds your pussy, growling as he fucks you into next week.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

With his numerous partners, Uzui sometimes forgets how enjoyable it is to jerk off. He'd always prefer to sleep with you or his wives but in cases where he's alone, out on missions, or sometimes even when there's free time while lounging around in an inn, he'll whip his cock out and start pumping. To help him along, he has four pictures, one for each of his partners in very sexy positions- yours in particular was of you on the bed, looking into the camera lens as it captured Uzui's cum dripping out of your pussy, hickies and bite marks littering your beautiful skin. He'd hold the photo with one hand while he jerked himself off with the other, working his fat cock as he pumped up and down, his mind wandering and thinking of all the filthy, nasty things he was going to do to you once whatever mission he was on was completed. He's definitely a man who buys erotica, a man of culture who appreciates the work that goes into writing a steamy piece of fiction and he has absolutely jerked his cock while he reads, picturing himself and you undertaking the sexual acts described within the pages. Depending on how pent up he is and what materials he uses to help him along, he'll either cum in minutes or it takes an hour- but either way- he's having a good time.

Rengoku didn't understand the point of masturbating. If he had a lover and they had an active sexlife- why waste his seed on his hand when he can instead pump it deep inside of them? But his viewpoint changed when he met you. All three of you being high profiled demon slayers meant many missions and nights without each other which made the man finally understand the desperation to feel pleasure.

Rengoku, at one point, got so desperate for release that he didn't even make it to the inn. He saw a glimpse of you and your team rushing to another destination to slay demons, passing through the area that he just finished cleaning up. The two of you made eye contact, the first time seeing each other in two weeks and immediately, he felt his cock throb with need. It didn't help that you had subtly separated from your team secretly to quickly run upto him to give him a kiss before running back to your team, a peck that barely lasted a second and that made his desire for you to grow tenfold. It took everything within him to not simply grab you and take you to bed- his responsibility as a demon slayer stopping him from keeping you be his side. Once you were gone- and he is ashamed of this- he found a dark corner in an alleyway and jerked himself off, biting the collar of his uniform to keep his grunts and moans of your name from escaping his lips. Just something about seeing your beautiful face and perfect body and feeling your soft lips pressed against his made his cock instantly harden. Fisting his cock, he keeps his senses sharp to make sure no one would walk in on him furiously jerking off, Rengoku trying his best to imitate your movements as he closed his eyes, picturing you jerking his cock instead. Post nut clarity hit him hard when he was cleaning his cum off the walls, a deep blush on his face as he got embarrassed, but he just couldn't help himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Rengoku has a breeding kink because of course he does. He strives to one day have a wonderful family with a beautiful wife and an army of healthy, happy children. He can't wait for the day he becomes a father and of course, raise his children along with their stunning mother. He tries to push down this side of him as you two aren't married (yet) but one time he accidentally came inside you and the image of his cum dripping out of your pussy pushed him over the edge. Now, he doesn't care. He just can't have sex with you without dumping load after load into your pussy. He'll sometimes overstimulate himself, refusing to stop until his cock is weeping for a break, balls drained of every drop as he floods your womb with his seed. His favorite position is the mating press and fucking you from behind. Anything that can get his cock deep inside you to fill you up will always be his go to position. Legs pressed against you ear as he fucks into you vigorously, balls slapping against your pussy or with you face down, ass up, Rengoku having a bruising grip on your hips as he pounds you from behind, your ass jiggling with every thrust- nothing can beat it. He'll whisper the most wholesome things into your ear while having filthy, filthy sex, the contrast of the two giving you whiplash. "I can't wait to start a family with you!" he'll say as he pushes your face against the mattress, muffling your moans as he pounds you from behind. "I want a baby girl that looks like you~" he'd grown into your ear as he takes you against the wall, his cum dripping out of your pussy and onto the floor. "I want to make you a Mommy- make me a Daddy- just marry me already!" he'd say as he pistons his cock into you, hands pushing the back of your knees harder, folding you in half as he aimed to dump another load inside you. You get the idea.

Uzui loves making you cry. Tears of frustration prickling your face turns him on to no end. His favorite way to break you down is by overstimulating you or edging you. Over stimulation tends to occur fairly often thanks to his and Rengoku's high sex drive- they end up leaving you a fucked out mess, body trembling and pussy twitching from how many orgasms you experienced. But he edges you on the days you're particularly naughty and bratty. He punishes you by taking you right to the edge before pulling you away, ruining orgasm after orgasm until you're begging him, apologizing for being naughty with tears in your eyes, pussy a bright red from how many time's he's spanked it to ruin your climax. If he feels like you've learned your lesson, he'll lie you down and eat your pussy out, his hot and talented tongue finally making you orgasm. If he isn't feeling very nice, he isn't above leaving you without any release for the whole night, the sight of you sobbing and pathetic stored in his brain forever, to be used as fuel for future jack off sessions.

He also has a size kink because of course he does. A tall, muscular hunk of a man- he loves how tiny you are compared to him. He could cum in his pants with just the image of manhandling you into whatever position he wants with one hand, always towering over you, his body keeping you at his mercy. He also has a breeding kink (although not as intense as Rengoku's) and he loves it when he cums too much and his seed seeps between the gaps of his cock plugging your pussy, dripping down your body.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

For Rengoku, even though it's quite boring, it is the bedroom. Nothing beats being with his lover in the privacy of his own room, surrounded by four walls with nothing to distract them as he takes you. It's simple, but effective and gives him all the freedom to go all night long without any interruptions.

Uzui is an equal opportunity slut and so, his favorite place to have sex is anywhere at anytime. In a bedroom? The perfect place to take your time and make sweet, passionate love. In the forest? What better place to breed you like an animal than to be surrounded by mother nature. Hot springs? It washes away the juices while your having sex- very efficient he'd say. In an alleyway minutes before you need to leave for a mission? Makes it all the more exciting!

You get the idea~

[ephemeramedia]

The World Shines (As I Cross The Macon County Line)

banner cred to @cafekitsune!!

Will Graham/Reader

Synopsis: You convince Will to cuddle with you because it's cold and you love him.

A/N: Okay so this is my first real FF that I'm posting ever and it's not beta read so if there's mistakes just pretend they're not there mkay thanks. Not rly a songfic but there is a song in it and that song is Going To Georgia by The Mountain Goats. Also this is my official bid for someone to buy me an I Heart Bingo mug. Also also gonna post this to AO3 as soon as i get my acc sorted, and ill link it here.

Word Count: 1105

Warnings: an embarrassing amount of domesticity

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The canopy of darkness was beginning to lift from the closed yet sheer curtains that shifted when your shoulders brushed against it. The Virginia morning winter was harsh and you knew it would only get harsher as the hours passed the day away. In some way, you felt bad about moping around the kitchen while Will was out at work, but you knew it would only be a matter of time before January cleared and you could start again trying to convince one of the libraries in Maryland to hire you for over the minimum wage. 

What would not happen nearly as fast as you pleased was the water that was stuck under 100 °C in the kettle, boiling. Sighing, you turned up the stove. 

Music drifts throughout the almost frigid air, around tinny, plywood walls, and it meets your ears in a soft resounding pattern. After the kettle starts to whistle, you sing along in quiet victory. 

“...The most extraordinary thing in the world, I have two big hands and a heart pumping blood,” You pour the water into your ‘I ♡ BINGO’ mug. Today would be an English Breakfast day, just like every other day. A good day. 

You feel the dogs settled beside your feet rise and move toward the front of the house, shortly before hearing the door open. A few beats pass counted by soft thuds on the floor growing louder and Will moves to meet you where you stand. His rough hands wrap around your waist from behind you, and his chin nestles in your shoulder. The song begins its second verse. 

“More bass today. Not bad for this weather, I think,” He breathes into you. You turn to face him, and his hands never leave your body. 

“Your hands are cold,” Will tries to move away but you free one of your hands to trap him against you. He turns his head to huff a laugh but you catch his face and press his grinning lips to yours. You hum into him. 

“I think it might be up to us to keep each other warm,” You take another sip of your tea. “Maybe I could convince you to stay in for the rest of the day?”

Will brings his head up to glance at the ceiling, the look he gives when he’s already resigned himself to you. 

“I’ve got to chop wood for the fire, darlin’. You know I can’t-” You shush him. 

“Again, I’m not sure having a fire will matter when we’re-,” Your only free hand reaches down to palm his ass, “So close already.” It was really an unnecessary ploy on your part, because as you began speaking he gently pulled the mug from your hands and set it on the counter behind you. Grabbing him didn’t help his case of not dropping it on the floor, but the blush that freckled his cheeks gave away how eager Will was to follow you anywhere. 

“Well,” Will huffed out a breath that condensed in the air, “You certainly make a convincing argument.” You giggled at his eager tone and hooked one of your fingers around his belt loop. With an incredible amount of concentration, Will managed to follow you away from the kitchen and into the living room. 

The living room, or the first room in the house, was where the bed was. It was where the only bed was. When you moved in, you had tried to convince Will to, at least, have an air mattress upstairs. After cost-benefit analyzing it, you gave into having the bed right in front of the front door on the condition that Will took the drafty side. Honestly, it wasn’t too uncomfortable, and the stairs creaked anyway. 

As you led Will to the bed, both you and him took considerable steps to avoid the plethora of dogs littered about the floorspace. 

Once you were at the foot of the mattress, you looked back at Will. His cheeks were pink and looked frostbitten, but you knew better. Will Graham doesn’t blush at the cold, he blushed at you. It did help that it was 7 °C, regardless. He took a step towards you and you pull him under the covers. 

Wordlessly, Will places gentle kisses on your skin, starting at your cheekbones and going lower until he reaches your collar bone, and then lets his face rest on your shoulder. You preen at the physical attention, and then shiver. 

“I wish I could stay like this forever.” You hear him mumble into your shirt. You smile softly and tug him further into you so that your bodies might become one. There’s a lot of blanket shifting before one of his hands reaches up under the hem of your shirt. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking freezing,” You jump. You lower your head to meet his eyes looking up at you, and you decipher the mischief in his grin. 

“You’re the one who suggested this, darlin’.” Will pushes himself forward and your lips meet, slowly and then all at once. 

With the comforter pulled up over both of your shoulders, you ended the embrace by tilting your head down so as to separate your lips but then connect your foreheads. Hot breath covers your face and you blink. You hum. 

Moving again, Will’s hands travel back down and grasp your waist firmly. Then you’re weightless, his seemingly infinite strength lifting you up and over him until you’re straddling his hips. The sudden shift lets a breeze into the space between you and Will, and you lower your chest to meet his and close the gap. Will sighs. 

“Now I’m never getting up,” He laughs into the top of your head. 

From the other side of the room, Winston barks at something outside the window, a bird, probably. He barks again at the start of a new song that drifts through the house. 

A cloud passes through the sky and uncovers the bright sun, which does nothing for the cold and everything to blind Will through the thin curtains. Will removes one of his hands from you and drapes it over his face, shielding his eyes. You stay like this until another cloud comes, when Will tilts your head up to kiss you. You lean into it, and you bring one of your hands up to pass your finger through Will’s curly brown hair, gold in the sunlight. A few beats pass. 

‘My tea is going to be so cold.” One of Will’s thumbs smooths out the wrinkle of concern between your eyebrows. 

“You can always make more.” Your lips meet again. 

“I know.”

[wrathofrats]

⁾“why don’t we film it?” With pebble and ivy? I love how you write them, bonus points if they get mount involved in one way or another

I had a bit too much fun with this and it easily could’ve been 2k if I didn’t force myself to make it short. Also ur such a sweetheart I’m so glad you love them as much as I do

Anyways, pebble buys Ivy a toy that’s as big as mountain, and films him fucking himself with it for the big guy <3

“Its a bit big dont you think?” Ivy muttered, staring at the toy pebble had taken out. It was a simple navy blue dildo, around 10 inches in length and he could barely wrap his hand around it.

“Youll be ok honeysuckle, said you wanted to take him right?” Pebble sat between his legs, rubbing his hand along his thighs to comfort him through the anxiety.

“Yeah but-“

“Well that’s about accurate”

Ivy bit his lip in consideration, stroking the silicone in an effort to adjust himself to the thought of having something so large in him. The idea alone was mouth watering, at least when it was whispered in his ear as pebble fucked him, but seeing it in front of him? That was a different story.

“Imagine mountains face when I get to brag about you fucking yourself with your new toy just to prepare for him” pebble smiles, leaning down to give Ivy a small kiss in an attempt to ease his worries.

“You’re gonna tell him?”

“Of course, I’ll take any excuse to talk about you, especially if I get to show you off”

Ivy blushes, looking back down. It’s always endearing to pebble how shy he gets when he’s treated so sweetly, even though pebble takes any opportunity to spoil him, it never gets old.

“Show me off?” Ivy asks, confusion in his voice.

“Thought we could film it, send it to him, get him real worked up” pebble explains, “save a copy for myself for when you’re not around” a small noise comes from ivys throat at the implication. He should be used to pebble saying such things, but they never fail to daze him.

“Just me?” Ivy asks

“Just you, but say the word and we will stop, I want you to be comfortable”

He nods and pebble slides off the bed to grab his phone while Ivy undresses himself. Instinctually he holds his legs close to him, hands in his lap to cover himself as pebble decides what position he wants to film him in.

“So I just ..”

“Touch yourself like I’d touch you sweet pea, stretch yourself out”

Ivy hesitates, swallowing thickly as he stares at the phone in pebbles hand. His thighs move apart just enough for him to slide his hand down between them to tease at his hole, rubbing one finger around the rim as it twitches.

“Open those pretty legs, wanna see you properly”

He opens his thighs a bit wider, ever obedient. One knee hiked up for better access, the other moved to the side for pebble to capture on his phone. Ivy inserts a finger into himself, sliding it in and out with ease before nestling a second one beside it.

It’s only a slight stretch. Pebbles fingers are thicker than his, a bit shorter but open him up nicely. He tries to think of pebbles hands working him open as he fingers himself, scissoring and curling them deep for a bit of stimulation to keep his brain buzzing.

His cock lays on his stomach, leaking pre cum down his stomach. Cute and flushed, angry red at the tip. He's always been a bit easy, much to his dismay. Just seeing pebble palm himself through his pants at the sight of him touching himself.

A third finger fits snuggly next to the other two, a slight burn but otherwise nice stretch that has him keening into his unoccupied arm.

“Let him hear how pretty you sound” pebble speaks again after a while of just watching. Ivy obeys, taking his arm away as another whimper escapes his mouth. He gets more desperate with every pump of his fingers, each pass making him debate shoving the toy inside him already even if he’s not prepared.

“Can I have it now? Can I put his cock in me please?” Pebble shouldn't be surprised that Ivy asked so obediently but it always does something to him to hear him talk so dirty without being prompted. His hair is disheveled, his chest and face are red with need and honestly it would be cruel to deny him what he wants in such a state.

“Fuck, yeah fuck yourself for him sweet pea, ruin yourself for mountain”

The toy sinks in slowly, a harsh feeling compared to his skinny fingers but the pain is fucking delicious. Ivy moans, throwing his head back into the pillows letting himself adjust to its size. He feels full, stuffed to the brim, his eyes practically crossed when he reaches down to grab the base of it to start pulling it out.

Ivy cries out when he slams it back into himself. High and wavering, he pants repeating the same motion slowly.

“Such a little porn star aren’t you? Seem to like fucking yourself on camera, maybe I should make you do this more often, know a couple ghouls who would love to see you like this”

Ivy whines, picking up the pace. He arches off the bed, shoving the dildo inside of himself over and over as his legs shake with pleasure.

“Close, gonna cum-“ Ivy pants out

“Cum around mountains cock baby”

[udretlnea]

A Misadventure With A Ghost

Inspired by: Inspired by: You still have access to your characters by possessing them idea by @thatdeadaquarius

Summary: Noraa, an interdimensional traveling puppet, interacts with a creator with the peculiar ability to possess others. Thus, hijinks ensue.

Words: 1.8 k

(Edit: I felt this story lacked what the previous one had in set-up, so I added a little more at the end. Hopefully, it doesn't detract much from the lightheartedness in most of it.

edit #2: I forgot to put my source of inspiration. 0_0 It's there now!)

Maybe buy me a coffee?

The story continues via word under the cut!

One quick teleport and the duo found themselves in Apam Woods. 

“What are we doing here?” Y/N asked.

Noraa simply skipped toward the first living thing they saw: A rishboland tiger reclining on a boulder in the sun.

“Hey! Mr…puppet, you’re heading towards a tiger!”

“I know! Hurry up and get over here,” he looked over his shoulder at Y/N. “And my name’s Noraa for the record. You’re going to want to remember it.”

Y/N flew toward Noraa. “Don’t tell me you want me to possess it…!”

“Oh! You’re more savvy than you look, because that’s exactly what I wanted to test with you.” Noraa whistled. The tiger opened its eyes which landed on the puppet. “Hello there! You’re awfully pretty aren’t ya?”

The tiger, its attention now fully on him, got up and lazily walked off the rock. It licked its lips, but it didn’t appear hungry. Noraa opened his mouth in awe. “Oh, you are just beautiful. Look how powerful those muscles of yours are. You’ve been keeping in shape haven’t you?”

The tiger, its attention now fully on him, got up and lazily walked off the rock. It licked its lips, but it didn’t appear hungry. Noraa opened his mouth in awe. “Oh, you are just beautiful. Look how powerful those muscles of yours are. You’ve been keeping in shape haven’t you?”

As if it understood him, the tiger puffed its chest out. “May I pet you?”

It gave a low growl in response. “Guess that’s a no.”

Y/N floated by Noraa’s side, observing the interaction. The Rishboland Tiger sniffed the air then turned to them. It tilted its head, as if curious; Y/N and Noraa’s eyes widened when it rested on all fours and bowed its head. “Can-can it see me?”

“I don’t know. I believe it can sense you, at least. Is that right boy?” The tiger glared at the puppet. “Er, girl? Sorry, girl.”

“So…you still want me  to posses it?” 

“Uh, yeah? Assuming she’s fine with it. Why don’t you ask her yourself?”

Y/N looked a little nervous as the tiger rose to her full height. Both of them stared at each other as an unspoken question passed between them; Y/N reached a hand out and the tiger lowered her head in response. Y/N’s hand didn’t phase through her head. Instead, it rested on her forehead. A second later Y/N disappeared in a shower of lights; these individual motes then flew into the rishboland tiger who stood still. Then, the same markings that were on Y/N’s cheeks appeared on the tiger’s.

“Oh my…did it work?” Y/N shook their new head a little. They opened their eyes-which looked like a human’s-and they looked at him. Noraa grinned. “It looks like it did.”

Y/N checked themselves out, nearly stumbling on their own tail.

“Come on! Let’s race to that giant looking contraption!” Noraa pointed at some kind of giant tree trunk split down the middle; it resembled an open seed pod to Y/N. Noraa spread all of his fingers and pointed them to the nearest branch. Strings shot from his fingers and hit it. Then, the puppet shot towards it like a spider…man. Y/N had a look of surprise before they recovered and ran after him.

Thus, they raced throughout the trees; Noraa swung from branch to branch while Y/N bounded from branch to branch. Y/N could feel the wind in their face; they felt their heart pumping with excitement. This feels amazing! 

They were neck and neck. Both of them pushed themselves to their best, ducking and weaving through the trees, using anything in their environment to try and get the edge. The two were having fun.

That is, until they both heard a cry for help. Y/N stopped, landing on a branch. They turned to the source and, thanks to their enhanced eyesight, saw a female Akademiya student getting harassed by some Eremites. A part of them instinctively wanted to help them. Fortunately, Noraa seemed to be on the same page. 

“Did ya hear that? Someone’s in trouble! Come on!” He swung toward the source. Y/N followed them. They arrived in the nick of time as they landed near them as the Eremites brandished their weapons. Said Eremites were spooked at the sound and turned around.

“What the-! It’s a tiger!” One of them cried out. 

Another pointed his spear at Noraa. “Who the heck are you?”

“Just a traveler,” Noraa said without missing a beat. He shot his hand out and threads immediately wrapped around some of bodies; the student was left untouched. The rest, upon seeing their comrades restrained, charged the puppet; apparently they forgot about the tiger because Y/N was allowed to pounce on them without resistance. They swiped their giant paws at the enemy as if they were punching them.

“Thank-thank you so much!” The student clapped her hands together and bowed. “I was just minding my own business taking a walk when these guys ambushed me!”

“That sounds unfortunate. Do you have anything that could be considered valuable to them?”

“I’m sorry, but I only have some books from the library…” She looked at Noraa closely. “They’re just fairytales about the Aranara.”

“What’s an Aranara?” Noraa tilted his head in curiosity. Y/N sat beside him.

“According to the book, they’re supposedly these forest fairies that only children can see.” She shook her head. “I can hardly believe anyone would find children’s story books valuable. Thank the Dendro Archon you two came.”

“Yes. Yes! Just, me and my…friendly tiger!” Noraa patted Y/N’s head. They stared at him flatly.

“Well! It sounds like we should leave. For safety I mean. Wouldn’t want ot get caught out.”

“Yes, you���re right. I’ll leave right now. And thank you again.” She turned and jogged in the other direction. Noraa and Y/N went back down the hill they were on.

Once they were out of sight, Noraa spoke up. “Hey Y/N. Is it just me or does this sound suspicious?”

“What do you mean?”

“My gut’s telling me that there’s something off about this.” 

“I don’t know…I don’t think we should interfere here.” Noraa glared at them. “I’m-I’m not saying we shouldn’t help someone in need. It’s just that maybe these guys are too tough for us?”

Noraa raised his arms. “Relax Y/N! The way I see it, it’s gonna be a quick adventure. In-and-out. It’s not going to escalate or something like that!”

Y/N grumbled, but didn’t answer. They hoped he was right. At this point, they thought all this excitement would warrant a little rest.

/////

After some time tracking down the Fatui base, Y/N realized that Noraa was wrong. The scam turned out to be a front for a Fatui abduction plot; after interrogating a captured Fatuus via rishboland tiger they found out that they were there to salvage some scheme to capture an Aranara.

The Fatui were handed off to the Matra, and Noraa and Y/N wandered away to wind down.

The two ended up walking upwards; they went to sitting on one of the higher branches of the giant tree Sumeru City was built on. They watched the sun as it began to set.

“What are you going to do after this?” Y/N asked him.

Noraa waved his hand in front of him. “Mm. I’m gonna keep traveling this branch of the multiverse to see more wonderful sights, and maybe find some clue to my memories if it’s convenient.”

“Won’t you run into other Creators though?” Noraa nodded. “But you’re still going to go even though they might not be as nice as me?”

“Yeah?”

“But that sounds dangerous! I mean, there's gotta be others like me out there that can do way more powerful stuff compared to what I can do!” Noraa dryly chuckled.

“You worried? I truly appreciate your concern, but it's not my first time. I know how to take care of myself should things get unsavory.” Noraa sighed. He rested his head on his knee. “Enough worrying about the future. Let us savor this moment for a while longer before we must prepare for tomorrow.”

“We?”

“Yes, I imagine the both of us will be awfully busy pretty soon.  I’ve…realized that people tend to forget how to enjoy themselves when they’re overworked. Thus, it is all the more important to indulge while one still can. On that pleasant note,” Noraa rested on his side and closed his eyes.

Y/N continued to appreciate the sunset. Despite having no body, they felt warm inside. 

I wish things could stay ordinary like this forever, they thought. 

//////

Meanwhile, in another universe, in another Fontaine

Outside a cafe, reclining on a chair was a man in a top hat. It was a sunny day, and the temperature was fair. He observed the beautiful mountain scenery in front of him with a cup of coffee in one hand. 

Suddenly, a ringing noise catches his attention; it’s coming from inside his top hat. He takes it off and reaches a hand in it. Pulling out a small device, he flips it open and puts it next to his ear. “Heya! This is the great magician Marius, owner of Spiral-Craft, Fontaine’s number one shop for mechanical parts as well as magic tools and props.To whom do I owe the pleasure?”

“It’s me.” The voice on the other end was flat and almost robotic, yet to him it was recogniazable.

Marius grinned even though Marc couldn’t see it. “Oh hey Marc! To what do I owe you the pleasure?”

“The creator has greenlit Project #2099.” Marius’ eyes widened for a second, but returned as if nothing happened. He sat up straight and his grin lost some of its playfulness.

“I…I see. So am I to guess that you’ve informed everyone else before calling me?”

“No. The creator desires this event to be a spectacle. Thus, he asked me to inquire about your…special abilities.”

“Well, I can certainly make an unforgettable show that’s for sure. I’m honored that he still thinks of me every now and then.” Marius rested his cheek on his fist. 

“He wants to set up a communication device and then broadcast a message. Actually, it’s more accurate to call it an invitation. He’d like to know where to set the device up. He wants it somewhere where everyone will be able see it. Preferably in Fontaine.”

Marius adjusted his gloves with a curious look. “Why in Fontaine? And if he’s still observing Teyvat, surely he’d have found a more ideal spot somewhere else?”

“The Traveler will begin their journey in Fontaine soon. The creator desires to…mark that occasion with an accomplishment. No, an event.” Marc explained.

“Alright. I’ll do it. It beats tinkering in the workshop that’s for sure.” Marius stretched his arms. “I’m outside at a cafe at the moment so stay on the phone because now’s a good time. I’ll send you a photo soon.”

There’s the sound of paper rustling on the other end. “Have you thought of a place already?”

He lets out a thoughtful hum while looking at a certain mountain with a challenging smirk. Making a rectangle using both of his hands, he closes one eye and views it like an artist contemplating their next piece. “As a matter of fact, I think I know the perfect place to set up your device.”

A/N: Heya! My apologies for the radio silence; this thing had been through several drafts, but fortunately I've returned with another piece about Noraa! (here's how he looks like in case y'all were curious). Also, FYI I finished typing down the entire plot for my big SAGAU project. I can't say much about it since it's still fairly recent. I hope y'all enjoyed this next part of Noraa's travels (it's got a slight slice-of-life vibe to it IMO). As always, questions, comments and critiques are welcome. See ya next time, and remember to stay hydrated!

[trashmouth-richie]

TWIN FLAMES: 7 ❤️‍🔥

part: SIX FIVE FOUR THREE TWO ONE

EIGHT

NINE

Summary: The 4th of July is finally here and Eddie has some cute things planned.

<w.c> 5.6k

Pairings: Eddie Munson x female!Reader

Warnings: NO MINORS 18+ mentions of domestic and child abuse, mentions of murder, mentions of drug abuse, drinking, smut, gagging, licking, face riding. Etc

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Eddie’s tongue is poked out as he spoons the thick smooth batter into the cupcake liners. He had never baked before but could, surprisingly, crack an egg with one hand. Having cooked many fried egg sandwiches for himself and the guys while high, they once cracked two dozen eggs trying to master the culinary wet dream.

His arms have thick protruding veins popping out of them as he delicately fills the liners. You had nearly passed out watching him stir the batter. The muscles in his arm taut while he whisked the ingredients together. The bats on his arm looked as if they were in flight with every stroke around the bowl. Fuck, how could someone be this sexy just mixing some boxed cupcake mix?!

The oven dings signaling to you that it is preheated, pulling you from the depths of Perv Avenue that you’ve been a resident of since meeting Eddie. Eddie balances the cupcake pans over to the oven and gently places them in, running back to the counter to check the allotted time given on the box and setting the timer.

He claps his hands together like a little kid who was being awarded as line leader at school.

“That was surprisingly easy,” Eddie says with a grin, “I’m going to have to buy this shit when I get home so I can make them instead of stealing Wayne‘s nutter butters !”

Batter is smeared on his long fingers and before he can make his way to the sink to try to wash them off, you’re pushing him up against the counter.

Taking his ringed fingers into your hands you gradually add them one by one into your warm mouth. The first one you suck on lightly, curling your tongue around it like a bun would a hotdog. The second finger, his middle, you add to the first, swirling your tongue around both of them, dragging them out of your mouth to lick the batter off individually. Keeping your eyes on Eddie’s as you do it.

“Fuck sweetheart,” Eddie sighs, “what’s got you so wound up at 10 o’clock in the morning?”

“Oh I’m just thinking about what the square root of 794 is.” you deadpan.

“Oooh someone’s mouthy this morning.” Eddie says pulling your lip down with the pad of his thumb and watching it bounce back into place, “maybe you need something to keep that mouth busy.”

Eddie pushes his thumb into your mouth, you lightly suck on it, swirling your tongue around and around. You unbutton his shirt slowly, eye fucking him with each button you unclasp. You take a spatula and run it along the bowl til it’s full of batter. Wiping it down Eddie’s bare chest, the cold sensation of the batter sprinkling goose bumps on his alabaster skin.

Starting from the top of his jeans you lick thick stripes up his chest. Suckling and biting gently then harshly as you make your way up his body. The last lick of batter you keep on your tongue. As you bring your mouth to his, your tongue is hanging out, the sweet treat clinging to your taste buds. Eddie licks the batter off your tongue and closes his mouth around yours. Sealing the kiss with your tongues dancing against each other, Eddie slowly removes your shirt.

Twisting your nipples until they ache, you yelp out a whine. Eddie brings his mouth to them, licking against them and blowing gently onto them as if he were blowing a dandelion away into the wind. Watching them glow red with irritation and sensitivity, Eddie kisses up your neck.

You slide down to your knees on the cool kitchen tile, undoing Eddie’s handcuffed belt. Sliding his pants and boxers down you grab ahold of his length, giving him a few quick pumps while spitting generously on his thick, quivering cock.

“Shiiiit,” Eddie hisses, biting his cut lip and grabbing your hair pulling it back away from your face. Holding his cock by the base you gently slide your mouth down his length. You feel his thick girth hitting the back of your throat as you swallow gently around it, tongue out past your lips. Eddie’s eyes are rolled into the back of his head as you swallow him deeper. Breathing through your nose, tears fall down your cheeks as Eddie bucks slightly into your mouth.

Your own spit is running down your chest as Eddie fucks your throat. “Yeah baby, you like that? Feeling my cock down your throat… you’re doing so good for me, so good taking all of me.”

He slides out of your mouth as you take a gasping breath, you pump him up and down with your hand as you pop one of his balls into your mouth, inhaling him teasingly.

“Oh fuck, mmm that mouth is so sweet, holy f—”

The phone rings from the wall above you, making you both jump slightly, not letting it bother you in the slightest, you keep going. Slurping Eddie’s cock like a melting popsicle. He’s moaning your name, whimpering as his peak is nearing.

Phone still ringing

“Oh Jesus Christ. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuuuuuck” Eddie releases his thick warm cum down your throat, you continue to move your mouth along around his shaft as you swallow every bit of it, sucking his dick clean.

He wipes his brow as he chokes out, “come here sweetheart, I want to taste your sweet little pussy.” Eddie pants.

Eddie slides down the counter and lays down, you take your shorts off in a hurry. He moves his head between your thighs, so you’re straddling his face.

“Eddie, I don’t want to hurt yo—” Eddie shoves his tongue deep into your aching dripping hole.

Phone ringing louder

After what feels like hours but in reality is only seconds of Eddie lashing his tongue against your clit, he mumbles underneath of you. “I don’t give a fuck about my nose right now, sit down.”

Hearing his beautiful mouth filter those filthy words could make you cum on contact alone. You do as you're told, you sit back grinding your pussy against Eddie’s face. A moan escapes from his lips that vibrates on your clit. Sending a shock wave through your entire body.

Phone still ringing

“Fuck Eddie…d-don’t stop, mmm oh shiiiiit” working your hips against his tongue, chasing your high.

Ringing again.

“Fuuuck, fuc-” ringing “Eddie, Eddie hang on I have to answer this, it might be my p— hah-rents.” You lean onto your knees and yank the long cord off the wall behind you.

“He-hello?” Eddie grabs your hips and forces you back down on his face, twirling his tongue as you stifle a moan and cover the end of the receiver.

“Y/N, is everything alright? You sound like you’re out of breath,” your mother says through the phone.

“Oh, h-hiii Mom, yeah I’m f-fine, I just..” Eddie is swirling his tongue faster “…was o-ooo-outside” you lie through your teeth chewing on your lip.

You try to squirm away from Eddie but his arms are wrapped on either side of your thighs pulling you closer to him, pushing his tongue into your hole, and engulfing his lips on your clit.

“Oh, okay honey. Dad and I just wanted you to know we are flying in early tomorrow morning.”

“Alright m-om sounds good, sounds really really good.”

Eddie lets out a chuckle from beneath your dripping cunt. You squeeze your thighs around his face trying to snuff out his voice, the cool bite of the kitchen tile stinging your knees.

“Happy Fourth of July! See you tomorrow, love you sweetie!” Your mom and dad say in unison.

“I love you too” your voice wavering out like you're talking underwater.

You wait for the dial tone on the opposite end to finally release your pent up high.

“Oh my God Eddie! Oh holy shit, fuck fuck fuck right there!” You whine as your orgasm releases all over Eddie’s face, you can feel him grinning below you as you are shaking rapidly against him falling forward to the floor, unable to keep your balance any longer.

*DING*

“ That’d be the cupcakes,” you say face flush with the kitchen tile laughing.

****

You pack up the cupcakes with your freshly new red manicured nails, thanks to the stylings of Salon Munson. He actually did a really great job painting them, he was impatient at first not realizing that they needed to dry before the second coat, his pink tongue poking out as he carefully painted each nail. Eddie had thought long and hard between which color he had wanted his nails. He ended up finally choosing “midnight black” after resorting to ‘eenie meenie minie mo’.

You catch Eddie staring at his nails as he grabs the plate of cupcakes from you and puts the cellophane on top.

“It should be a crime how fucking sexy you are” you say wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Illegal in 40 states, baby” he says with a wink. Eddie follows you up the stairs so you can get dressed.

You decide on a pair of denim shorts, a red striped tank top and a simple pair of sandals. Eddie stood behind you watching you apply some light makeup. Mesmerized by your lipgloss.

“You really are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and I can’t believe you’re mine.” You turn around and give him a kiss. Whatever you had done to deserve Eddie in every lifetime, simply wasn’t enough for you. You wondered what your parents would think of him. Would they be loving and kind to him like they were to Steve? Would they respect your decision of leaving Steve for him? Even if they didn’t at first they would grow to love him. How could they not?

“Something on your mind sweetheart?” Eddie inquiried, holding your elbows and looking deeply into your eyes.

“We’ve never really talked about my parents before, you don’t know this and would have no way of knowing, but Steve’s parents and my parents are best friends. Like they went to college together, had kids the same year, same month even, vacationed every holiday and summer with kind of friends. I’m pretty sure our mom’s had been planning our wedding since before we even started dating. They really pushed for us to get together so we could all be one big happy family. We had plans to attend Harvard and buy a house and start a family of our own. Everything was falling into place, until I met you and you rocked my world and turned everything upside down in the best ways possible. I’m not nervous for them to meet you, I just think they’re going to be a little surprised and devastated that I dumped Steve.”

Eddie gives you a look of concern as he furrows his brows, “I guess I didn’t realize you were betrothed to Harrington,” he scoffed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I'm not betrothed to him, I'm my own separate person and so is he. I just need to have a conversation with them about you, they are pretty supportive and I’m their only daughter, so it should be fine. We will be fine.”

“I just— I’ve never had to do this before, you’re my first girlfriend so I don’t know what to expect when meeting the parents… besides them screaming and throwing a crucifix at me” he says with a small laugh.

You roll your eyes, “we’ll be fine Eddie, they’ll love you like I do, let’s just spend today being happy and having fun okay?”

*****

You and Eddie arrive at the trailer, cupcakes in tow a little before noon. Eddie is smiling ear to ear holding his prized possession like a kid on Christmas morning. He bounds up the steps of the trailer holding your hand as he goes, opening the door of the trailer you see the walls are adorned with hats of many colors, another wall is filled top to bottom with a vast mug collection. Wayne is fast asleep in his recliner, a fan facing him blowing ominously. Eddie sets the plate of cookies down on the counter and pulls you along to the only bedroom in the trailer.

The walls are plastered with posters and magazine clippings. A giant sheet decorated with black and red lettering reading “Corroded Coffin” is hung up high towards the ceiling. There’s a dresser with a mirror across from his bed that houses an electric guitar. The top of the dresser is littered with random objects: guitar picks, loose change, cigarette butts, rolling papers, a dusty box of condoms, pens with the caps chewed on, a strange 20 sided dice, handcuffs, and a faded deck of cards. The closet had hangers jutting out of it in every direction, the bed had a single pillow with a flannel blanket thrown haphazardly across it. In the center of the night stand stood a single candle with a picture of a sugar cookie on it.

“Yeah, uh.. we fired the maid last week, she stopped showing up for work.” He says with a wink. You walk around the room admiring everything he had, you could tell all of Eddie’s 19 years were jam packed in this room, everything he had deemed worthy was shoved along onto the messy dresser.

“What’s this?” You ask pointing to the candle.

Eddie’s cheeks blush as he walks over to it running his thumbs along the glass. “I bought this on Saturday morning.. it umm… smells like you.. is that weird?”

Tears well in your eyes at the sweet gesture. Steve had given you many things, rings, pretty sweaters, an ‘S’ monogram necklace. But nothing was more pure and heartfelt than Eddie buying a candle for his room because it reminded him of you.

“You’re too sweet,” you say, pulling him into a hug.

***

After a few hours of Eddie showing you some of his favorite bands and promising you that he’d play them for you after Wayne woke up, you’re now standing in Bradley’s Big Buy deciding which hotdogs to get while Eddie is balancing a box of graham crackers on his head. It had been Eddie’s idea to have the guys’ over and grill and have a bonfire tonight instead of heading to Lover’s Lake.

“It’s up to you babe, I’ll eat whatever.” Eddie said, eyes focused on the box above his head as he tried to add the chocolate bars. You opt for getting 3 packages, hotdogs with cheese inside, jalapeño cheddar, and good old fashioned ball park. “And don’t worry about the guys, they can either eat what we make or starve.”

You're pushing the cart down the bread aisle looking for whatever is left on the almost bare shelves, shoppers already having bought their Fourth of July items days before the actual holiday, when you hear your name and a familiar voice echoing behind you.

Steve’s mother.

You drop the package of buns you were holding and at the same time the box of graham crackers comes crashing down from Eddie’s head.

“H-Hi Mary, Happy 4th of July!” you say with a fake smile and even faker voice. Her icy eyes looking from you to Eddie to you again, a slight look of bemusement on her tight lipped smile.

“Yes, Happy 4th indeed, Y/N. I wasn’t expecting you to be here, without Steve.” She says side eyeing Eddie and tightening her purse in her grasp.

Your tongue feels like it is cemented to the roof of your mouth. Eddie is casually standing beside you, his arm now resting around your waist and the other on the cart.

“We uh— broke up actually.”

“Oh honey, I’m already aware of your behavior the last few days. I guess I wasn’t aware that you had moved on so —quickly.” Eyeing Eddie as he stands beside you.

“Yeeeeah I—uh— well—I”

“It’s just a shame that Steve wasted so many good years on you just for you to end up getting beat up and probably knocked up by this generation's Munson trash.”

You can’t believe your ears. This was your mom’s best friend and she was being so rude you couldn’t comprehend it. Here stood a lady who helped your mother throw your birthday parties with Steve every year since you could remember, painted your nails for a girls night once a month, and is now acting like you killed her only son. Not only that but accusing Eddie of laying his hands on you? Nope, not today, not ever.

“Excuse me?!”

“You heard me you little tramp, we loved you like you were our own daughter, and you threw all of that away for him?” she screeched, jutting a finger out at Eddie.

White hot rage filled your mind and fumed out of your ears. You weren’t accustomed to yelling at adults but this would be the exception.

“Okay Mary, listen carefully cause I won’t repeat myself. I loved Steve, but we were growing apart. And instead of leading him along until I left him at the altar or something more dramatic than that, I decided to end it. So as far as I’m concerned, what I do next with my life, is none of your business. But what should be your business is maybe getting Steve some help, considering he beat the shit out of us last night after he drunk drove to my house high on cocaine. Have a lovely afternoon.” You spat pushing the cart around her and moving faster down the aisle, Eddie quick on your heels flipping her the bird as you went.

“I’m so turned on right now sweetheart, holy shit.” Eddie coos into your ear, licking it slightly. “Getting ready to box some broad in the grocery store, goddamn.” Eddie’s Cheshire Cat grin could make you melt. You couldn’t help the fiery burn of hatred for Steve and his parents course through your body. You had planned on saving your parents the grimy details of what happened last night when Steve attacked you and Eddie, but if Steve could tell his parents about you breaking up with him and have his mother talk to you that way in the grocery store, then fucking game on.

****

Driving back from to the trailer, Eddie was singing along to one of his tapes explaining to you that it was “Metallica’s: Ride the Lightening”. His hand was on your thigh thumbing along to the beat of “For Whom the Bell Tolls.” Pulling onto the grass beside the trailer, Eddie parks the van and grabs the bags.

You’re holding the door for Eddie as he carries in the bags humming along to himself. Wayne was awake and in the kitchen lifting the cling wrap off of Eddie’s infamous cupcakes. His icy blue eyes looked up to greet you, wrinkled with a smile.

“Hey Wayne!” You say to him excitedly

Wayne is about to greet you but is stopped dead when he notices the bandage on your face and your blood bursted eye. His face dropped sadly asking what the hell was going on. He knew Eddie would never lay a hand on a woman, he was just stunned. Eddie explained everything in detail on what happened minus your little catatonic episode. Wayne turned to you, fighting like hell to keep a single tear from falling. “Your ex boyfriend did this?” He said, gesturing to your face and eye.

You nod your head. Rubbing his hands over his face and standing up, he gathered both you and Eddie into a swift hug. “I’m just glad y’all are okay,” he says wiping the traitorous tears as it collected into his mustache, “let’s set that nose Ed before you look like that ugly fucker from ‘the Goonies’”

****

You were nervous at first to meet Eddie’s friends. They had all walked a different path of life from you and you didn’t want them to think you were dating Eddie for any other reason than that you loved him. When Jeff and Gareth tore down the dusty entry to the trailer park in Jeff’s blue Buick, your hands began to sweat and your breath was hitched in your throat.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, they’re going to adore you,” Eddie sang sweetly into your ear.

Getting out of the car the boys opened the backseat and emerged with a big blue cooler as they made their way over to you, Eddie, and Wayne.

Eddie introduced you to them the same way he introduced you to Wayne, as his girl.

Gareth was the first to speak up, “Fuck that was quick, you really don’t mess around do ya Munson?”

“Yeah yeah, how’s your girlfriend doing, shithead?” Eddie teased with a big grin.

“Would have been better if you wouldn’t have cockblocked me on Friday!” Gareth sneered back, flipping Eddie the bird and tossing a beer to him. “I know you didn’t want to get your ass kicked but it looks like it happened anyway, fuck man what happened!?”

“Long story short, her ex walked in on us sleeping, and he wouldn’t leave so she slapped him and he hit her, and then we started a Wild West fight minus the cool outfits and guns”.

“Fuck,” Jeff exhaled, “I didn’t think Harrington was like that, a douche sure but a a violent prick hitting a girl? What the fuck?.”

“We just saw him on the way here, he was with Wheeler and Billy Hargrove going about 90 mph through town, almost ran us off the road.” Gareth exclaimed.

You’re shocked and completely taken aback by the news of Steve hanging out with Billy. Obviously hanging out with Billy wasn’t just a one time occurrence for him, and that had you worried. Steve had always despised Billy. Had you really hurt him that bad that he would turn to drugs, alcohol and violence?

Eddie puts his arms around you pulling you into a hug, “it’ll be okay baby, it’s not your fault.” Eddie whispers gently into your ear.

As much as you had loved Steve, seeing him go down such a dangerous path was scary. You didn’t want to hurt him when you broke up with him for Eddie but your happiness counted too, and keeping someone else happy but not yourself is not the answer.

*****

“Hope you like burnt hotdogs,” Wayne laughs as he lowers himself into a barely standing lawn chair. Eddie and Gareth had been yelling at each other over the grill for the past twenty minutes.

“You have to flip them or they’re going to burn, dumbass!” Eddie screeches at Gareth.

“Christ, will you relax?” Gareth says with a joint hanging from his lips, “I’ve done this like one other time it’s totally cool.” Jeff is shaking his head sporting a beer in each hand. Sunglasses askew as he leans his head back almost falling off the picnic table.

You had resorted to roasting some marshmallows over the small fire pit Eddie dragged out from behind the trailer. Arranging the roasted mallow on top of the graham cracker and chocolate, you place it next to the little pile of already finished s’mores. Eddie and Gareth are still arguing over how long they should be cooked for. Seeing Eddie fuss over the hotdogs brings a laugh from your throat, the beer you had wasn’t helping the small case of the giggles.

“Something funny sweetheart?” He quips as he slams the lid shut on another round of blackened food. Waltzing his way over to you, eyes dark, the faint smell of scorched food tainting his clothing.

“Me? Oh nooOoooo. Nope! I've just never had an all black hotdog before and I don’t know if I should use ketchup or mustard.” You say biting your lip holding back from outright laughing in his face.

“Both!” Wayne yells from across the fire pit, giving a hearty laugh. You can’t help but join in with Wayne’s laughter. Eddie gets closer to you and sticks a ringed finger into your sides tickling you without mercy.

“That’s funny huh?” Eddie chuckles, still tickling you,“I’m slaving away like a 50s housewife and you’re laughing?” The giggle coming out of your mouth is becoming louder and louder as you try to fight him off.

“E-Eddie! St-stop STOP!” You day in between laughs.

“Oh baby, I love when you squeal my name.” he says only loud enough for you to hear. Your cheeks flush bright red and Eddie stops tickling you only to pepper your face with kisses instead. “God I love you. Even when you’re being a little brat.”

You take a s’more and shove it into his open mouth, scoffing, “I’m not a brat,” pouting your lower lip out.

Eddie is the one to laugh now as he eats the mouthful of s’more. He hugs you tight and flips Gareth off as he starts making gagging noises.

***

The hotdogs were very burnt, and a very high Gareth put two hotdogs in between a bun and added copious amounts of relish. “S’good” he bragged. Jeff passed out mid bite, head lolling down as he struggled staying upright.

“Is he okay?” You asked both Gareth and Eddie.

“Yeah he does this all the time, he can’t handle his shit” Eddie says, wiping ketchup from his lips and slamming down another beer.

“If he pukes, I’m gonna put his ass in the car.” Gareth says, putting the lit end of the joint in his mouth and only realizing when his tongue started to burn.

Finishing up the hotdogs and s’mores, you get a garbage bag and grab everyone’s plates, Eddie jumps up to help you gather empty beer cans taking the bag from you. You bring the condiments back inside to be out in the fridge. Wayne is sitting at the table lacing up his work boots as you pass him in the kitchen. “You know I’ve never seen that boy this happy in his whole life” he says, eyes finding yours.

You give him a soft smile and open the fridge, “I’m pretty happy too,” you admit turning around and hugging yourself leaning against the fridge.

“I don’t know how much Eddie has told you about his mama and daddy but, his daddy, my own brother, is the meanest son of a bitch I’ve ever met. Locked up for murder, should have been put away years before he was, but she never pressed charges. Instead she found a new boyfriend who supplied her drug habit and hit the road, leaving Eddie to fend for himself against that fucker.”

Tears begin to pool in your eyes as Wayne continues on.

“He always was a tough kid, but very tender hearted, he loved his mama more than anything, blamed himself for the things that happened to her and the reason that she left. I can’t imagine the pain he felt watching that happen to you last night. And I’m sorry that you experienced something as foul as having someone you loved hit you. Just know that, no matter the shit Eddie has seen and gone through, he’s not like his parents, he’s a good man. He would never do the things his daddy done, no matter the circumstance. Thank you for sticking up for him. He’s lucky to have you.” Without another word Wayne gets up and gives you a quick hug, “thank you for loving my boy.” he says as he grabs his thermos and a sack lunch and walks out the door.

Eddie comes into the house right after Wayne starts up the van and heads into work. “You okay baby?” He says looking at your test stricken face.

You nod your head and pull him into a hug. He was the most caring person you had ever met and he had no reason to be. Usually people with fucked up parents are themselves, also fucked up. But here was Eddie, odds stacked against him, beating every single one.

“I just love you a lot, and I want you to know that I really care about you.” You say murmuring into his neck.

“Well I love you too sweetheart,” he says kissing the top of your head, “I uh, I was going to ask if you wanted to come see us play tomorrow night at the Hideout? It’s a pretty shitty bar but it’ll be fun, what do you think?”

“Of course I’ll be there, wouldn’t miss seeing my man up on stage! Gotta let the little hussies of Hawkins know that the sexiest man playing guitar and singing is all mine.” you say kissing Eddie’s neck, feeling his arms wrap around you hoisting you up into his arms.

“Jesus Christ! Get a room already!” Gareth whines from outside.

“He needs a girlfriend,” you say with a laugh.

Eddie grins as you both flip Gareth off from the kitchen window. “Ahh, he’s just a little jealous. I’m the first of the Hellfire Club and Corroded Coffin to have a girlfriend. And the night I met you I was jealous of him because he was flirting with some girls and it came so naturally to him I couldn’t believe it. I still can’t believe you like me enough to stick around.” he snorted.

*****

The rest of the night goes off without a hitch, Jeff wakes up only when Eddie’s neighbors start lighting off some fireworks. He finishes the cold hotdog in his hand and declares a Roman candle war with Eddie. Gareth plops down next to you on a rickety chair. He finishes his beer and throws it behind him.

“So did you and Eddie really meet like on Friday? And then you two are what like in love and shit?” He demanded.

“Yeah, but it’s a little deeper than th—”

“I know the ‘twinfire’ thing or whatever— Eddie tried to explain it to me,” he says with a wave of his hand dismissing you, “ I’m worried that you’ll do what you did to Harrington to him.”

Your heart falls out of your chest. You didn’t want Eddie’s friends to hate you or think you had some alternative motive going on.

“I really love him Gareth,” you begin, “I know it seems odd that we are moving so quickly but I’ve never felt the way I do with Eddie with anyone, ever. I dated Steve for 4 years, and when I met Eddie I knew I could never love anyone other than him.”

“Alright fine, but if this goes south I’ll find out where you live and egg your house every night until I graduate.” He says with a cheesy grin.

“That’s a lot of eggs.” you say with a smile “now, tell me about this girl that Eddie cockblocked you from”.

Gareth goes into long intricate detail of how he has been pining for Carrie since middle school. And finally this year he got a little confidence and started slowly talking to her and finally on Friday they had made out.

“I don’t know what to do, I mean I think she likes me, we made out a few times but that doesn’t mean shit.” Gareth says fidgeting with his lighter.

“Well just call her and ask her out, be real with her. Have her come watch you guys play tomorrow night! I’ll be there! I can sit with her and talk to her about how cool you are.” You offer with a grin.

Gareth’s face brightens into a smile. “Shit you’d do that?! Oh man, what if she hates it?”

“Impossible, no girl would turn down a guy who invited her to watch his band play.”

Gareth agrees to call Carrie tomorrow and invite her to watch Corroded Coffin. Eddie and Jeff make their way back over to the trailer covered with sweat and smelling like singed clothing. Eddie lays an old denim patchwork quilt down on the ground and motions for you to come and sit with him. You sit in between Eddie’s legs and lean back on his sweat glistened chest. A sudden wave of contentment washes over you. Being with Eddie made you feel safe, made you feel like nothing in this world could bother you because of the love you shared.

The big fireworks that Hawkins put on over Lovers Lake had started. You could see them explode into the sky without the noise of them being so loud. You sunk down further into Eddie and craned your head up to look at him. His large brown eyes had reflections of fireworks in them, open wide with awe. You reach up to touch his face and run your fingers over his cracked lip. He looks down at you and smiles widely, “everything okay?” He asks tentatively.

“I love being yours” you whisper to him. His smile deepens and tears gleam in his eyes. He is so shamelessly attractive, you’re positive you have met the one person on earth who could never have a bad look. He wraps his arms around you tighter, squeezing you tighter and tighter. Eddie brushes a hair behind your ear, your neck in the crook of his elbow.

“Every time I look into your eyes, I fall even more in love with you.” Eddie says staring deeply into your eyes, leaning down to kiss you.

“Aww Eddie I love you too, come here big boy!”

Jeff and Gareth are both laughing hysterically, Eddie smirks at you and chucks a beer at them spraying them both with the sticky, foamy brew. You are all laughing, enjoying the pure bliss of tonight’s endeavors.

Young, dumb and in love.

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A/n: thank you for reading!! Next chapter readers parents come home and she tells them about Steve!

Taglist: @boomhauer @b-irock @manda-panda-monium @idkidknemore @sidthedollface2 @syrennna @munsonficdump

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Ljubim te (15/24)

Notes: Ohohohohohohhh [rubs hands together] FINALLY.

AO3 | S&C  

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PUMP

Blaine is waiting at the airport. He stopped by the flower shop, so he’s holding a big bouquet of red roses. It’s utterly romantic, although Blaine doesn’t really feel romantic in the situation. How can he? He’s here to pick up his girlfriend after he kissed another guy.

Blaine and Quinn have been talking regularly again. Both act as if Blaine ghosting Quinn never happened, and that is fine by him. Right now, he can’t wait for things to go back to the way they used to be.

He also hasn’t spoken to Kurt ever since The Incident. When he first powered up his phone, he saw several missed calls and texts from Kurt, but those stopped as well after a while. It’s probably for the best.

Blaine also doesn’t have the time to think it through because Quinn, his fucking girlfriend, will be here any second.

“Blaine!”

Speaking of Quinn.

Blaine looks in the direction of the voice and there she is. Quinn. She looks like she’s from a movie, with her beautifully styled hair, her snazzy beret, black shining pumps and her matching dark red peacoat. Fuck, even her suitcase completes the look. She looks far too pretty for someone who’s spent hours in a plane.

Quinn is pretty. That’s what Blaine’s holding onto now. He’s always thought so.

She runs towards him and before Blaine can even say anything, she kisses him passionately.

Blaine is a bit shocked. He knows he should probably put his arms around her and hold her tight, but he’s thrown so off guard that his mind needs some time to catch up with what’s happening. They’re kissing and it’s… it’s fine. It’s just fine.

It’s always been just fine.

Quinn breaks away to take a breath.

“Here,” Blaine holds out the roses. They got smashed by the kiss. Blaine was holding the bouquet in front of him when Quinn basically jumped on him. “You look nice.”

Yes, yes, keep focusing on that.

“I’ve missed you,” Quinn says, “Oh, I am so glad to be here!”

“Shall we?” Blaine holds out his arm and Quinn hooks hers around it. Together they walk outside.

--

Quinn slept on the plane, but she’s still tired. She left around noon and now it’s evening.

“I remember you told me you skipped Monday when you first moved here,” Quinn says as she hangs her coat on the coatrack, “Now I get what you mean. This is weird.”

“Do you want a tour?”

“I’ve seen it all on screen, but yes, I’d love to see your apartment in the flesh!”

It isn’t much, but Blaine doesn’t know what else to say. Quinn is genuinely excited to see it, though, and it only makes Blaine feel worse. She’s so happy to be here. Blaine also should be happy to have her here. He has missed her, truly, and he had been looking forward to showing Quinn around, but after The Incident everything got weird.

Not only that, but the last person that was here in Blaine’s apartment was Kurt.

Quinn’s going through the fridge, since she’s hungry, and all Blaine can think of is the time Kurt stood in this same kitchen in his underwear.

No.

Nope.

Not now. He can’t think about that now, and about the weird feeling it gave Blaine.

They need to move away from the kitchen, which is hard since the kitchen, dining room and living room is all in one space. Blaine shows Quinn the nice bathroom next. That’s separate! And Blaine never saw Kurt in his bathroom, because that’d be weird and super invasive and totally not something he’d want.

“And last, the bedroom,” Blaine says.

“Oh, it’s gorgeous!” Quinn says and she falls face down on the bed, “So soft, just like you described.”

“Hah, yes,” Blaine says with a laugh, “Especially when it was still very cold here. Double duvets… oh the comfort!”

“We should buy a soft mattress like this for at home,” Quinn says, her voice muffled because she’s burying her face in a pillow, “Although it doesn’t get as cold in LA.”

“True.” Of course, yes, he has a home with Quinn in Los Angeles.

Quinn flips on her back and the two of them stare at each other for a long time, with Quinn lying in the bed and Blaine standing at its feet.

Quinn raises an eyebrow and she has an intense look on her face. She eyes Blaine appreciatively.

Right.

Huh.

Blaine should probably get in there as well. They haven’t seen each other two and a half months. It’s been a while.

Right.

Blaine awkwardly climbs on the bed and hovers over her. Quinn grabs his face and pulls him down for another passionate kiss. This time, Blaine saw it coming, so he kisses back. He deepens the kiss and he just so desperately wants her.

Or actually, he so desperately wants to want her.

But it’s awkward. Has it really been too long? Did Blaine just straight up forget how to be with Quinn? Quinn notices that he’s a bit lost, so she guides one of his hands to her breasts, but now it’s just lying there. Should he squeeze it? That’s what he did back then, back in Los Angeles, when things between them was easier. Before Kurt came in and messed it all up.

They’ve been dating for over a year. They live together. This isn’t new to him. He likes Quinn. He likes having sex with her, because it’s just something they do. They don’t do it often, since it is a touchy subject for Quinn, but it’s… fine. It’s all just fine. Maybe a bit bland, but fine. He doesn’t have to think about it. His mind usually goes on autopilot and it’s fun and it’s good and that is that. Sometimes he wonders if Quinn is bored during it, but it’s how it is.

But now he’s thinking about it. That’s new.

Quinn might be getting impatient, because she now guides his other hand down her stomach and all Blaine can think of is-

“No,” he says.

Quinn’s hands still and she stops kissing him.

“No?” she asks.

Blaine wants to apologise or come up with an excuse or a reason to go through with it, but he can’t. He… doesn’t want to. He tries to be interested, but he realises that he isn’t. What got him interested before? He can’t really remember in the moment. He never thought about it, but now that he does, he can’t remember.

Blaine rolls off him and Quinn flips on her side so that she can see him.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Quinn says kindly.

“It’s just- I can’t- It’s not you, it’s me, and I don’t…” he trails off.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Quinn says soothingly and she gives Blaine a pat on his upper arm. That’s fine. “You don’t have to explain – or justify – saying no. A no is a no, and if you don’t want to tell me why, that is completely fine. And if you do, there’s no rush.”

“Quinn…”

How did he get so lucky? How is Quinn so understanding? Quinn’s all about giving people the space they need, and Blaine could cry from relief. He’s also still waiting for Quinn to bring up the fact that he ghosted her a few days prior, but she doesn’t.

“Can I still kiss you now?” she asks.

Blaine doesn’t love the idea, but he also isn’t opposed to it. He nods and Quinn plants a soft kiss on his lips before getting out of bed.

“I’m going to shower,” she says, “Maybe we can watch a movie afterward? I’d like to try the burek you keep talking about.”

Blaine props himself up on his elbows and he watches Quinn leave the room. She isn’t upset, and it’s honestly a relief. He also doesn’t think Quinn is faking this calm demeanour. She genuinely doesn’t mind not having sex, even though they haven’t seen each other.

Blaine also gets up and he walks towards the bathroom. He knocks.

“Quinn, I’m gonna go get that burek,” he says calmly. He is calm. Quinn being calm makes it easy to not feel bad. “It’s a twelve minute walk to Nobel, retour, and I still have to order and all that, so take your time.”

“Alright!’ Quinn yells from the bathroom.

“Pizza burek?” he asks.

“Sure. Can I pick the movie?”

“Definitely.” That means Legally Blonde, and Blaine does not mind at all.

[tojisdolliee]

Mutual Love

♡this was inspired by a tweet i saw, kinda hard dom! eren, softdom! armin , stoner eren, oral f reciving, chubby coded reader, bimbo!reader (like always ^_^)♡

You and Armin had been together for a long time now, since you were both 14. He was so kind then and he still is, buying you anything your little heart could possibly desire, helping you with your constant flow of assignments, and showering you with sweet compliments almost constantly "God angel, you look so pretty tonight." Eren was jealous when you were kids and hes beyond jealous now. You grew up to be so sexy: fat bouncy ass, small perky tits, a chubby tummy and a pair of chubby thighs to go with it. Eren had a plan. He pulled out his phone and shot Armin a text.

Eren: Hey, do you and y/n wanna come over and smoke later?

Armin: Yeah were down, what time should we be there?

Eren: 7 is good.

It certainly didnt help his case when you showed up to Erens house in one of the most skimpy outfits Armin bought for you, the top showing of the jewels hanging in your belly button, a matching pink skirt that just barely showed the fat of your ass, black thigh highs that squeeze them just right, making fat spill out the top. Eren had to hold back a groan when you ran up to him embracing him in a tight hug, greeting him so innocently. "Hey Ren! Its been so long! I missed you" Eren was the reason you met Armin. You two were very close as kids and you still kinda were, except now, Eren gets painfully hard around you, and youre never without Armin. Not that you notice though, the only thing that fills your pretty little head was your favorite anime, clothes and Armin. Eren wrapped his arms around your waist taking in your scent, enjoying the small moment of contact he gets with you "Hey Y/N, i missed you too" he beams, looking down at you. He lets go of you and greets Armin before sitting down next to you, handing a pre-rolled blunt to you. "Ladies first" he says teasingly. "Still need me to light it for you angel?" you nod, Armin leans over and flicks the lighter, you inhale lazily, just wanting to relax with your two favorite people. "So" Eren starts, rubbing the tanned skin on your thigh "Armin can we talk in the other room?" Armin looks at him with a shy smile and nods. As soon as they're gone you sit the blunt on the ashtray and shove your face into Erens comforters, he just smelt so good. You'd never admit it but Eren makes your pussy throb every time you see him, you just had to get a whiff of him, even if only for a second. You sit back up just in the knick of time "Hey princess, can we talk about something?" Armin speaks softly, down on one knee in front of you, rubbing your thigh, you nod in response as Eren walks in standing on the opposite side of Armin, taking your manicured hand in his big one, rubbing circles on the back of it. "You look heavenly today baby, think you deserve to have some fun" he says with his hand under your skirt,, rubbing your clit with the pad of his finger. "Dadd-, i mean, Armin we cant, Erens right here" you look up at Eren only to be met with the most shit-eating grin. "Dont worry, were all gonna make each other feel good. This okay with you sweetie?" Armin forces you to have eye contact with him, grabbing your face and turning it toward him. "Only if youre okay with it Daddy." with your consent Erens hand travels up your waist, grabbing at the band of your panties as Armin follows suit, and they pull them down in unison. Immediately two of Armins fingers are pumping in and out of you while Erens tongue travels through your pretty folds, sucking on your clit. "Fuck, Armin why'd you keep her from me for so long? Wanted you for so long"

[laylaackles]

Kiss Me Thru The Phone pt 2 (Sam Smut)

Warnings: rough sex, phone sex at first, oral(both) spanking, being tied up, basically they do what they said on the phone in part 1 lol.

Two weeks of phone calls and facetimes between you and Sam had gone by.

Every night when you got off work, he'd call, and every call led to the two of you having phone sex.

Tonight was another one of those nights.

Sam's hand was pumping his cock up and down.

Your fingers were thrusting in and out of your pussy, while your thumb rubbed your clit.

Both of you are right on the edge of cumming.

"Fuck Y/n." Sam said.

"Oh God, Sam." You moaned.

Both of you came hard on your hands.

As you came down, you could hear Sam muttering something.

"What'd you say?" You asked.

"I said I need to see you in person." He said.

"When and where?" You asked.

"Tomorrow. I'll come to you. We wouldn't want my brother hearing anything." Sam smirked.

"I'll text you my address." You said.

*Next Day*

It's almost evening. Sam is on his way over.

You spent all day prepping for him to come over.

You started off by cleaning your whole house.

You finished your bedroom by lighting a candle.

You showered. You made sure to shave everything. Then afterward, you styled your hair and put your favorite bra and panties on under your clothes.

You had just finished cooking dinner when Sam knocked on the door.

You rushed over to open it and greet him.

"Hey gorgeous." Sam said.

"Hello Samuel." You joked.

You stepped aside and let Sam in. Once the door was closed, you properly greeted him with a hug.

You didn't realize Sam was so tall. He practically swallowed you when he hugged you.

"Dinners done, wanna eat?" You asked.

"What are we having?" He asked.

You led Sam to the kitchen where everything was already plated up and waiting on the table.

"Grilled chicken, ceaser salad, and baked potatoes." You said.

"This looks amazing." He said.

*Time Skip*

The two of you spent dinner talking and getting to know each other outside of the phone.

After a while of playing, "Get to know me," things got a little heated, and suddenly, you couldn't keep your eyes off each other.

You weren't sure how it happened. Everything went so fast, but somehow, you and Sam had made your way to your bedroom, and your lips were locked in a heated, needy kiss.

The first touch of his lips on yours was like the missing piece of a puzzle.

These past 2 weeks, all you've done is fantasize about being with Sam in real life. What it would be like to kiss him, to see him, to fuck him.

And now, you don't have to fantasize anymore.

Sam's hands worked on getting your shirt up and over your head, but the two of you were too consumed in each other to break the kiss for it.

The sound of fabric ripping and the cold chill against your breasts brought you back to reality.

Sam ripped your shirt.

And you kinda liked it. Despite losing a shirt, that was kinda hot.

"Sam!" You said.

"I'll buy you a new one. Now lose the pants, or I'll rip them too." He said.

Fuck.

This man is going to be the death of you.

For a second, you thought about asking him to do it, but you like these pants.

You stripped out of your pants and took the ripped shirt off, revealing your matching bra and underwear set.

"Fuck Y/n, you're even more beautiful in person." Sam said.

He was lust struck the second he saw you in person when you opened the door. Facetime could never compare to this.

"How come only one of us is naked?" You challenged.

"You're not naked yet, but touche." He said.

Sam stripped out of his clothes until he was in just boxers.

His body was gorgeous. He had a muscular build, which you knew thanks to facetime, but seeing it in person is so much better.

There was a huge bulge in his boxers.

You knew he was big, but you wondered if it was bigger in person.

"So, we doing what we said on the phone? Or do you have something better planned?" You asked.

"Whatever you want, princess."

"I seem to remember you saying something about "licking my pretty little pussy until i came on your tongue," oh, and "spanking me until I beg you to fuck me." You challenged.

"That's funny, because I believe you said something about sucking my cock and letting me tie you up." He replied.

"Did I say that?" You smirked.

"Yep."

"But like I said, whatever you wanna do. Im sure we'll have plenty of time to explore." Sam said.

You thought for a second before dropping to your knees in front of Sam.

You watched his body shutter as he took in the sight of you on your knees for him.

You looked up at him through your lashes. You held eye contact with him as you slowly pulled his boxers down to his ankles.

Sam kicked out of them, and still without breaking eye contact, you grabbed his hard cock, and took him into your mouth.

Sam's hand found your hair, guiding you to take him in further.

You relaxed your jaw and throat to help you take him in. Sam guided your head forward until his tip hit the back of your throat. You gagged a little bit, but it spurred him on. Of course.

You tried to move your head back, but Sam held it still.

He wanted to fuck your mouth.

And you let him.

Sam held your head still, and moved his hips back and forth, thrusting his cock into your throat.

Tears were running down your face, and spit was coming out of the sides of your mouth thanks to him making you gag every two seconds.

But let's be honest.

You're loving every second of it.

But then, he pulls away.

"Fuck Y/n. You have no idea how hot you look right now." He breathes out.

He was close to cumming.

Already.

And because of you.

Awesome.

"I have an idea, lay down." Sam said.

You walked over to the bed and laid down like he said.

Sam took his belt out from his pants and walked over to you.

He laid it on the bed, then moved to your legs. He slid your panties down and tossed them somewhere.

You removed your bra.

Sams eyes scanned your body over, before landing on your dripping pussy.

He laid down between your legs and went to work on you.

His tongue slid through your folds with ease. When he would reach your clit, he'd suck on it for a second, before going back to your entrance and pushing his tongue in it.

He ate you out like he was starving, and you loved every second of it.

Sam used his thumb to rub your clit, while his tongue lapped at your entrance relentlessly.

His free hand slid up to your breasts, teasing your nipples.

Sam left your entrance long enough to suck on your clit for a second, which unexpectedly sent you into an orgasm.

Sam was quick to get back to your entrance and clean you up with his tongue.

When he was done, he sat up on his knees.

"I want you on your knees, back facing me." He said.

"Condom." You said.

"On it." Sam got up and grabbed a condom out of his wallet while you got into position on your knees.

He got behind you, and rolled the condom onto his cock.

"Okay, now I'm gonna position you, and I'm gonna put your hands behind your back, but you can say stop whenever you want." He said.

"Okay." You said.

Sam bent you down so that you were in doggy style. Your ass in the air, head in the mattress. He pulled your arms behind you back and tied the belt around them as if he was hand cuffing you.

Sam put his left hand on your ass cheek and rubbed it for a second before raising his hand and smacking you hard but not painfully enough to hurt.

It was a pleasurable pain. It's a kind of pain that makes you want more.

So he gave you more.

Sam smacked each ass cheek a few times, before thrusting his cock into you.

You let out the loudest moan of the night as he filled you with his cock.

"Fuck Sam!" You moaned.

"So much better than facetime." Sam said as he began to thrust.

"You're so big." You said.

"You're so wet for me, baby."

"How do you want it?" He asked.

"Hard and fast." You said.

And he did just that.

Sam set a fast pace. His cock was pounding you relentlessly.

You could hear the sound of his hips meeting your ass, mixed with moans and grunts from the both of you.

It was all so erotic.

It was euphoric.

His cock was hitting your g spot with every thrust and it was pure ecstasy.

Your pussy was so tight, Sam knew he wasn't gonna be able to last much longer.

"Y/n, baby I need you to cum." He said.

"Spank me again." You said.

Sam did as you told him.

The feeling of his hands landing on your ass was amazing. The feeling of it shot straight to your pussy.

Sam pulled you up by the belt around your wrists.

Your back was now against his chest as you threw your head back, letting it rest on his shoulder.

Sam turned your head to face his and kissed you deeply. Your tongues fought for dominance, as your walls clenched around his throbbing cock.

You practically moaned into his mouth as you came. Sam blindly removed the belt from your wrists, then pulled out.

Both of you collapsed on the bed, completely fucked out.

"So much better than facetime." You said, mirroring his words from earlier.

LA<3

[dovethebard]

yuri comes over for a surprise visit when yor isn't there. he refuses to leave and gets drunk to drown his despair over his beloved sister marrying someone. loid just leaves him be since he's not really sure what to do but yuri suddenly jumps on him, proclaiming that loid's a sex fiend who only married yor because of her beauty. he can't stand the thought of loid sullying his precious sister. in an attempt to get him to calm down, loid tells yuri that they haven't had sex yet as yor isn't comfortable with it just yet and he would never do anything that would cause her distress

yuri buys it but instead of calming down, he only becomes more agitated. how much longer will it be before they consummate their marriage?! he can't allow it to happen! so, the only way to stop such a thing is to get loid addicted to sex with a man! loid is like ????? but yuri is already moving, tearing off loid's pants. He gets him hard with a sloppy blowjob then straddles his hips, dropping down to impale himself onto loid's cock. it's obvious a more intense sensation than yuri was prepared for - he's immediately flustered and breathless but he shakily keeps up the act, laughing and telling loid that he must already be addicted

loid is more stunned than anything. he can't get yuri to stop so he decides to just give him what he wants so he'll pass out and leave him alone. pushing yuri down onto the living room floor, loid pushes yuri's legs up and fucks him hard, sweetly teasing him for enjoying it so much. yuri tries to deny it but it's pretty obvious - he's flushed bright red; there's a endless stream of precum pouring out of his cutely swollen cock, and he's squeezing loid's dick so tightly that it's taking all of his self control to not cum right away. as much as loid hates to admit it, fucking yuri's tight ass does feel amazing

neither one of them last that much longer. they're both pent up and well, this raw grinding against each other is more exciting than either of them expected. they both cum within seconds of each other - loid pumping a heavy load into yuri's spasming ass, and a thick mess of white spraying across yuri's belly. as loid is recovering (and coming back to the reality of having fucked his fake wife's younger brother), he notices that yuri has passed out cold. sighing heavily, loid cleans him up, gets him up onto the couch and puts everything back in place just as yor gets home. as she fawning over her drunk brother, who doesn't remember anything that's just happened, loid watches from a distance and thinks to himself that he's certainly not addicted...but he wouldn't necessary be against doing it again

[cyarsk52-20]

Ariana Madix Is Selling ‘F—k Me in This T-shirt’ Merchandise Following Tom Sandoval’s Reunion Comment

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Thu, June 8, 2023 at 6:53 AM EDT·3 min read

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Vanderpump Rules star Ariana Madix is not letting her cheating ex Tom Sandoval get the last laugh. After fans learned several bombshell revelationsduring the season 10 reunion finale, the Buying Back My Daughter actress released some brand-new merchandise in reference to something the Tom Sandoval & The Most Extras vocalist said about her on air. Keep reading to learn the meaning behind Ariana’s merchandise. 

What Is the Meaning of Ariana Madix’s T-shirt Merchandise? 

During the last several minutes of the explosive reunion finale, which aired on June 7 on Bravo, Tom nonchalantly dissed Ariana for wearing her T-shirt while they would have sex during their relationship, saying sarcastically, “She kept her T-shirt on, it was really hot.” 

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After the entire cast reacted by calling him “disgusting,” Ariana kept calm and later shared a photo of new merchandise for her and costar Katie Maloney’s sandwich shop, Something About Her. The T-shirt features a caricature graphic of what appears to be her face tearing apart a grilled cheese sandwich with the words, “F—k Me in This T-shirt,” written in red font. 

What Does Lala Kent’s ‘Send It to Darrell’ Merchandise Mean? 

In March, Lala Kent shared a public message forRaquel Leviss via her Instagram Stories after the former Miss Sonoma County’s lawyer contacted the Pump Rules cast via email to delete the sexually explicit video of Raquel on Tom’s phone. 

“Raquel, tell your little Mickey Mouse lawyer that if he has stuff to send over, he can send things to my lawyer, same with the rest of my friends and cast alright?” Lala said in her since-deleted video. “I don’t know if you know how this works, you’re pretty brand new to the game — didn’t last long look what you did with your f–king 15 minutes. You have something to send over, you can send it to my lawyer. That’s why we have counsel.”

Lala then ended the clip by telling Raquel and her lawyer to “send it to Darrell.” 

In May,  the “Give Them Lala” podcast host released her brand of merchandise simply called, “Send it to Darrell,” which included athleticwear, coffee mugs and water bottles. 

What Happened in the ‘Pump Rules’ Season 10 Reunion? 

In the last few minutes of part 3 of the VPR season 10 reunion, Raquel revealed the actual timing of her and Tom’s affair, admitting that they had actually slept together more than once while in Mexico for Scheana Shay’s wedding. 

During her confessional, the California native noted that Tom had asked her “not to disclose” what she was about to unveil. 

“The second time was actually during Mexico,” she admitted. “I was like, ‘We can’t see each other. This isn’t gonna be a thing.’” 

However, after allegedly helping out a drunken Tom while at their Cancun hotel, Raquel welcomed him into her room. In response to a producer who asked if they “had sex multiple times in Mexico,” she confirmed that this was true. 

Despite trying to keep a brave face throughout her confessional, Raquel became emotional when she confessed to hooking up with Tom in his and Ariana’s home in Valley Village, California. 

“That’s the one story we agreed on getting straight,” she began while tearing up. “And I know that the reason why Tom wanted to lie about it is because it’s a really bad look to hook up with someone’s boyfriend in their own house when they’ve gone out of town especially for a funeral of all things. So, I don’t know, but this just f—king kills my soul. I’m so sick of lying

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There's so many people that are after the information and they're all going to wister they can't find anybody who knows anything they couldn't find it here either and they're all going up there and tons of them are going after the AI cuz I heard it chirping earlier we'll find a way to use it I can use it if you don't give it out he's here does it come by and ask him would you like the snare yourself and they're competing too so that's picking up now trying to erase each other it's going on we see some of their bikes too some of the light cycles of them and light cycle people have figured it out and actually follow them and they have leads and they had their life cycles that have nobody on them there's tons of people buying now 500,000 septillion orders it's climbing now a million 2 million pretty soon 10 million and we're going to have to grab more plants and hire more people we're doing it now globally it says and we do know the orders of global we're making them very fast the assemble in 10 minutes there's so many people building them it's not even funny we cast everything and it takes seconds for each part and it is as fast as it can go we think it is very very fast

We do load things pretty quick his way of loading might be a little quicker so going to look at it stacked robotics and stacked loading

Hera

Zues

It's quite interesting, I understand what he's saying I'm going to go ahead and try and do that we can palletize motors and things like that and just load it onto like a lift thing like a pez dispenser just keep dropping it in with ships in our areas good Lord to be fast and with materials you can just pour it in we can pour it in the molten mold stuff until it heated container and just keep letting it out and the pug mill could be right next door this ain't wow that's intense right now I have to mold it and move it to a different plant but really you could mold it right there at the plant using the system and separate it and put a heat wall in Coldwell whatever you want to call it I'm working on it and we're going to build a plant today that has it everything can come in from the top it takes so much less time you can even bottom load it but that would be a little bit later intensive but still he can bottom loaded too the way he's got it it'd be in these like pallets and there'd be so many about depending on the factory and they go off and lifts to the top in the last line would get one and then a new palette with one on it at the very top I'm going to look at the bottom loading it seems better for us less exposure someone said we should be doing it I think it was Apollo and also and we know why you use all underground liquids oil and glues and everything can be on pipe I'm going to pipe it all in we've been doing that so he knows what it means but you said you can pipe everything in and I thought about what he was saying you come in with a lift of some sort it's like spring loaded but it won't be asleep the top is open it was oh in the stack all sudden I said wow that's unique it takes seconds and they separate or you put it like separate things so I did that and it works great and we're going to stick with it it's working fast we had for a week oh and then there's the molded we start making molded and you can do it from the bottom to I think from a pug nail below you be able to pressurize the line that stays hot and insulate it with terracotta and pump it up into a tank that stays hot so we're going to do that and the melting temperature is different we actually keep it hot it's fascinating it works so well it's so fast they were making these plants new instead of grabbing them they said we have to grab them for a knockoffs and for a motorcycles and for everything else really the motorcycles the Chinese bikes and things like that and we need to grab tons for light cycles and it's true right now we're grabbing millions and millions of factories it's a huge push we need to hire people we need volunteers we need people to sign up for this duty it's full time

Thor Freya

Zues Hera

Olympus

Hey Chase his computer robot motorcycles and they said they're having a lot of fun because those are the ones they think that are hurting them and catch up too and the robot sees them nails it and they go about 600 on the highway and you guys can almost get there but you need the expensive Sim bike so the buying that the expensive Chinese one goes about six 500 not 600 and the same goes about 800 and there bike which they make themselves by the way those about 600 650

Thor Freya