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HOUSE M.D (2004 - 2012) I 1.05 - Damned If You Do

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when the sun starts warming up again, steve switches out his sweaters for loose t-shirts, when spring shows signs of coming back, he stops by the florists on his way home to pick up flowers for his pretty girl, when the evenings get lighter, he makes plans for late lunch dates and long walks around town, when the mornings aren't so cold anymore, he still cuddles up to his girl and hides his face away in her neck begging her to stay, because even if it's a hundred degrees out, steve's gonna want to stay hidden under in bedsheets all day <3

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) Dir. Joe Russo, Anthony Russo

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YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO PEOPLE!!!!!! YOU BRING JOY INTO THEIR LIVES!!!!!!!!!! YOU MAKE THEM HAPPY JUST BY EXISTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PEOPLE THINK ABOUT YOU POSITIVELY EVEN WHEN YOURE NOT WITH THEM!!!!!!!!! PEOPLE LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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*picking you pretty weed flowers by the side of the road to lift your spirits*

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FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WRITE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT I AM IN SHAMBLES HOLY HELL. FUCKING SPEECHLESS. THIS ISS SINFUL. UTS INSANR IM BREATHLESS WHAT THE FUCK

contains: gender unspecified reader/no pronouns used for reader, but the term ‘good girl’ is used; edging!!!

steve edging you for a week straight because he loves you so much and you look so pretty when your mind breaks!! you sound so good when you’re perched on his lap and letting his fingers lightly swipe at your clit. getting you to the edge and then pulling away, holding you for a moment and praising you for sitting so good for him. and this goes on all week. several times a day. does little checks, inspects your cunt to make sure your clit is still swollen and sensitive.

perhaps he eats you out. all lazy and sloppy but you’re so desperate that it works. even with his lips just barely sucking your clit. he watches you with adoration while you squirm above him. you almost pop his head off with how hard your thighs squeeze around it when he tries to pull away. and he’ll tsk at you and nuzzle his nose against yours and tell you he’s adding a day for that.

he’s doesn’t think he’s ever been hornier in his life than when you call one night in tears because you want to cum so bad. begging him to let you touch yourself, to cum, that you’ll even let him listen to you over the phone. he relents to letting you touch yourself, but insists that you can’t cum. that’s his job, and it’s not fair if he doesn’t get to see his hard work pay off.

your little gasps and moans while you masturbate has his head reeling. he’s fisting his cock to you, licking his lips and clenching his jaw in an attempt to not make any noise. you tell him breathlessly how it feels - how intense it feels, how sensitive your poor clit is.

“not your clit, baby,” he says, voice cracking. pathetic. “that’s mine, alright? finger yourself, let me hear you.”

your cunt is loud while you fuck yourself on your tiny digits. steve swallows hard, telling you you’re such a good girl, to be careful not to cum. you beg him to come over, tearful, more desperate than you’ve ever sounded. and steve wants to go, to come to your aid and get you off, but it’s only been five days and he wants at least eight out of you before he makes you cum your brain out.

“gotta wait, honey.” he sounds like he’s begging now. “stop - stop t-touching yourself - i’ll make you do it all over again if you cum.”

you moan loudly, but the sound of your wet pussy getting fucked stops. steve’s hand doesn’t stop, though. he’s thinking about what you look like. sweating, body glistening, chest rising and falling. pussy on display, legs bent at the knee and spread wide. you don’t even know how much he wants to eat it. his mouth waters while he strokes himself, groaning.

“are you gonna cum?” you whimper.

steve does feel bad. really. but he’s so close, and your needy, pretty voice is really doing it for him.

“i’m sorry,” he moans, “you sound so good, i can’t stop.”

“steve,” you whine. “you’re wasting it.”

he laughs, breathless. “miss me coming in your pretty pussy?”

“so bad,” you breathe. “steve, please, please, know you want it so bad — you might even knock me up — don’t you want that?”

steve gasps. you’re so evil. “keep talking, holy shit.”

“i need you to fuck me, steve — i won’t cum, i promise. just wanna feel your cock and your cum, ‘s so warm and i’m so empty.”

he cums, back arching, a low groan vibrating his chest. you sound pretty out the other end, too, sniffling and moaning pitifully.

“good girl,” he praises, chest heaving.

“steve, it hurts.”

he pities you. really, he does. but he keeps his composure. you can’t always pull the breeding card and expect to get what you want.

he’s just trying to teach you patience.

“keep your legs spread tonight, honey, don’t want you clenching them in your sleep.”

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Gotta Get Home to My Girl

rockstar!eddie x fem!reader

Eddie is never able to shut the fuck up about you.

The boys take their seats and everyone besides Eddie are mentally preparing themselves for what they know is to come. But how long is it going to take this time? The most recent record for how quickly Eddie was able to mention you in a sentence without being asked was less than a minute. 

“Oh, y/n has those shoes,” he’d said as soon as the interviewer sat down. She just nodded and then got him talking about you for the next five minutes. 

And that’s the thing, he uses your first name and everyone just knows who he’s talking about. He uses your name and “my girl” interchangeably and it’s assumed who he’s talking about. 

The guys love you, of course they do, how could they not? But that man will never ever fucking shut up about you so it’s gotten to a point where if he brings you up first, he’s got to put a fiver in the jar that they’ve brought along with them. 

The promo tour for their new album has barely even started and now there’s almost two hundred dollars in there because he can’t keep his fucking mouth shut. 

But that’s not stopping Eddie at all. He’s happily paying the money and will continue to talk about you as much as he damn well pleases. 

He just can’t help it. He loves you so much that he thinks that everyone wants to hear about you just as much as he wants to talk about you, not even noticing if they aren’t interested because he’s so caught up in gushing or bragging about you. He’s so down bad and doesn’t even care about how much of a simp he comes off as. 

You’re his girl, the thing that he thinks about all the time. No matter what’s going on, there’s going to be something that inevitably reminds him of you so he’s gotta mention because he’s certain that everyone wants to know. 

It’s gotten so bad that there are multiple compilations of him yapping away about you for however many minutes and the thing is, every single one has millions of views and that majority of comments are positive except for a select few that aren’t so nice. But that’s every video about anything, isn’t it? 

And the funny thing is, he knows that you watch them. Especially when you miss him and can’t speak to him at that moment. Because the love that he has for you is absolutely reciprocated and you know you’d be the same if the roles were reversed and you were the famous one. The multiple years that you’ve been together have all been one big honeymoon phase and neither of you care that people are rolling your eyes, saying that it’s cringey. Because deep down, you know that they’re just jealous. 

“I like your shirt,” the interviewer compliments and Eddie looks down, smiling at the shirt once he recognizes what it is. It’s one of the many band t-shirts he wears often. 

“Oh, thank you,” he smirks and just by seeing it, the boys know exactly what he’s going to say. “It belongs to my girl.” When he’s packing to go away, he makes sure that you throw in a few of your own shirts, making sure to spray them with your perfume so he can smell it when he especially misses you. 

“Do you share clothes often?” She asks and Eddie’s smile widens as the boys are shaking their heads. There goes another five dollars. It’s such easy money. 

“Oh, all the time,” Eddie nods. “Especially when I’m away. I like having a piece of her everywhere I go.” He’s actually counting down the hours until he can see you tonight, having trouble sitting still, like an excited puppy who can’t wait to see its owner. 

“That’s so sweet,” she replies, her smile matching Eddie’s. “So, let’s talk about the album.”

“Yes, let’s,” Gareth speaks up, nudging Eddie in the arm. That is the reason why they’re there, isn’t it? 

Eddie’s actually on his best behavior throughout the entire interview, not mentioning you again until the singular song about you that’s on the album is mentioned. He talks about it for the rest of the interview, which is actually only five minutes, but he could easily talk about it for hours. Well, he could talk about anything involving you for that long. 

They get on a plane after that and Eddie’s going through everything like it’s a race. TSA is so quick and boarding the plane goes by in a flash. He blinks and he’s grabbing his luggage from the baggage claim. When he blinks again, he’s in a cab on the way to the apartment that the two of you share. 

He’s now going up the elevator and as soon as the doors open on the correct floor, he’s running to the door with his suitcase dragging behind him. He doesn’t care if it’s close to midnight and all of his neighbors are probably sleeping. He’s got to get to you as quickly as possible. 

He unlocks the door and as soon as he steps inside, he sees you in the kitchen, making something on the stove. When you turn around, your face lights up and you immediately drop your spoon in the pot, making a beeline over to Eddie. 

He scoops you up into his arms and your legs wrap around his waist as you bury your face into his neck. You’re squeezing each other tight and he’s giggling as you pepper his face with kisses like you always do when he comes home. It’s his favorite part of the whole thing. 

“I missed you,” you tell him as sets you back on your feet, pulling him in for a kiss. His lips are cold because of the temperature outside but he knows you’ll warm him up with a cuddle. 

“Missed you too, baby,” he sighs as you take him by the hand and lead him into the kitchen where you’ve got dinner waiting for him. You pile the pasta into a bowl and hand it to him along with a bottle of his favorite beer. 

After you’ve both eaten, you head to your bedroom where you both get dressed for bed and climb into it, cuddling up under the covers, telling each other about what you did while away from each other while a rerun of your favorite show plays on the tv. And it’s there that Eddie decides that there’s nowhere he’d rather be. He’s got his girl and that’s all he’ll ever need for the rest of his life. 

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DJO performing on Like A Version — February 2025

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you could taste the blood as steve kissed you. it was almost feverish, the way he was lapping at your mouth. you had asked why his lip was busted and why there was a bruise blooming on his cheekbone, but he had merely answered with a grunt.

you pulled away briefly, just to see steve grin and attempt to dive back into you. you pulled away once more to ask him again. “steve, seriously. what happened?” your voice was hushed and hoarse as you spoke.

steve leaned forward onto your shoulder and pushed you tighter to the wall behind you. you could hear him sigh. “someone said some shit about you.”

“what?” the tone between you shifted. somehow, now it made sense that after he came inside he immediately started grabbing and pulling at you.

he pulled his head back and answered. “someone said some shit. it wasn’t true, so i hit him.” your eyes widened as you searched to find the words caught in your throat. he hit someone for you? and they had hit him back?

he leaned in and tugged your face closer to him. you felt his tongue dance around yours and his hands expand across your jaw and neck. he parted to say, “you should see the other guy,” jokingly.

“steve!”

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Joe making out with the mic while singing a lovely tune~

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The excluded tags filter on Ao3 is such a fucking lifesaver. I love it so much.

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NICHOLAS HOULT as THOMAS HUTTER

Nosferatu (2024) dir. Robert Eggers

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favourite day of the week ♡ e.m. x reader

pairing: eddie munson x fem!cheerleader!reader

summary: Eddie forgets which day of the week it is, leading the reader to come looking for him. Eddie quickly remembers it's his favourite day of the week...

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI smut, established relationship, use of pet names [princess, angel, baby], kissing, grinding, fingering, choking, Eddie fuckin loves a cheerleader skirt

word count: 2k

authors note: okay so i've never written smut but this basically wrote itself, open for a part 2 if desired...

You knew from experience that Hellfire club could run on for hours, and hours, and hours. When the boys got super into it, they could campaign for days without even realising time was passing. As Dungeon Master, Eddie loved getting completely lost in these worlds and exploring, thinking on his feet to find surprises and plot twists to catch the others off-guard. 

Hellfire wasn’t totally your thing, as much as you loved to watch Eddie perform, and there was no denying that you certainly loved the deep voice he used when things got serious. It worked out anyways as Hellfire usually took place at the same time as your cheer practice, both on opposite sides of the school.

You and Eddie had settled into a nice routine where he would finish Hellfire, pull his van around and pick you up from practice before heading back to his place. Today, however, Eddie was nowhere to be seen as your practice finished. This wasn’t a very common occurrence - especially on a practice day - and you’d usually just go back home, knowing Eddie would come and see you whenever he was done; normally with a dopey, apologetic look on his face. 

A wicked plan danced through your mind, sending a smirk to your lips and a bolt of electricity through your body. You pulled your bag over your shoulder, spinning on your heels to head back into the school and down the hallway. As you drew nearer, you could hear familiar shouts and laughs, one voice in particular turning your cheeks rosy. 

The door was open slightly and peering in, you could see Eddie standing on his chair, arms flung open as he delivered his script to the group. The corners of your mouth tugged upwards, watching his curls bounce and his growing grin as he jumped off the chair, throwing himself down, eyes roaming the group. As the boys quietened, trying to plan their next move, you knocked gently on the door.

Eddie glanced up quickly, doing a double take when he realised it was you. Still in your cheer uniform. A breath caught in his throat as he realised the time.

“Hey baby,” you smiled. “I’m just gonna head home, do you wanna come get me later?” You batted your eyelashes, receiving the exact response you intended. Eddie’s face flushed and he took a deep breath.

“Bye guys,” Eddie’s voice was deep and gravelly. The group looked at eachother, confused.

“But Eddie, we were…”

“I strongly suggest we pause here,” Eddie almost groaned as you swung your hips to lean against the doorframe. “And you should probably head out.”

The boys' heads flicked from Eddie, to you, and back to Eddie. A sense of awkwardness draped over the room as they understood the scenario and scrambled to grab their things. Shouting ‘goodbye’ to Eddie over their shoulders, the boys snuck past you in the doorframe and you slinked into the room, closing the door behind you. 

Eddie leaned back in his chair, knees spreading. You loved seeing him like this, in his throne, ruling over his kingdom. He rubbed his hand over his face before drawing his eyes back to yours.

“I forgot what day it was, I’m sorry princess,” he groaned, dropping his head backward. “How was practice?”

“It was fine,” you spoke softly, sweetly. You moved across the room, dropping your bag onto one of the chairs. As you approached, Eddie’s hands raised to your hips, guiding you to sit on his lap. “How did they get on?” You indicated to the set-up that remained on the table.

“Fell into the trap, as usual,” he smirked, one hand wrapped around your waist while the other fiddled with the hem of your skirt. “Can’t believe I forgot my favourite day of the week.”

Your eyebrows creased together, “Favourite?”

Eddie’s hand slipped under your skirt, resting on the crease between your hip and thigh. “Best day of the week, when I get to see you in this lil’ get-up.” His eyes sparkled as he forced them away from your body and up to your face.

“Hmm,” you tucked your head into the crook of his neck and hummed. Eddie gave your thigh a small squeeze, relishing the feeling of your flesh in his hands. “I’m all gross and sweaty from practice.”

The hand that had been wrapped around your back reached up, lightly cupping the back of your neck and guiding your lips to Eddie’s. You smiled into the kiss, light and gentle as a few of Eddie’s curls tickled your face and neck. 

“I don’t care,” Eddie murmured, his eyes darkening as he looked up into yours. “Even better.” His lips quirked into an awkward smile as he shifted you in his lap, straddling his legs and leaned you back to rest against the table. You rested your elbows on the table, accidentally knocking over one of Eddie’s Hellfire figurines and sending a couple of pages gliding onto the floor. You grimaced slightly, making to lean down and grab them but strong hands on your waist kept you firmly planted where you were. “‘S fine, leave it. Or-”

Eddie stands, wrapping an arm around your back to keep you pressed against him. Haphazardly he plants your ass on the table, using his other hand to sweep all of his materials off of the table. Eddie claps his hands on his cheeks in fake shock, looking back and forward from your confused face to the paper and minifigures now on the floor. “Oh no. Could you be a doll and pick those up for me?”

You raised an eyebrow, studying the adorable face in front of you before it clicked into place. So, he wanted a show…

You jumped down from the table, giving Eddie a quick peck to the lips before turning away from him. “These ones down here?” You raised your pitch an octave or two, playing into the situation before giving your hips a quick wiggle and hinging at the waist. As your body bent over, revealing exactly what he had been leveraging for, you heard a gasp escape Eddie’s lips, followed swiftly by a little giggle. That idiot had got exactly what he wanted.

Eddie’s eyes trailed up one leg, along your ass and down the other leg, savouring the sight before him. You picked up the items from the floor slowly, torturing Eddie with each shift of balance, each wiggle, each movement that you made. You heard a groan, followed by the rustling of fabric and chains as Eddie shifted in his stance. 

“Favourite day of the week,” he muttered to himself before reaching for your hips, pulling them to his. 

You swayed slightly, pressing your bodies together and feeling his obvious arousal. You let out a soft chuckle as you straightened, leaning your head back to rest on his shoulder, curls landing across your face. 

Eddie nuzzled his nose into your cheek, rolling his hips against yours and tightening his grip on your hips. You hummed in response, reaching a hand up to tangle in his hair and tugged lightly, receiving a groan from deep in his throat. One of the hands on your hips trailed a line down your thigh, slipping under your skirt and ghosting over the cotton covering your crotch. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth before Eddie’s other hand reached up to turn your chin towards him. Eddie’s lips captured yours, sucking at your lip and drawing his tongue across it.

The tip of Eddie’s finger dragged under the hem of your underwear, teasing the delicate skin hidden beneath. You pressed your hips backwards against his strong frame, eliciting an exhale from his lips. His fingertips across your folds as your hips stuttered, craving closeness with him.

Eddie drew his lips from yours, trailing light, feathery kisses down your neck as his hand moved back to your hips, pressing your thighs against the table.

“You gotta hold on baby,”  his voice was barely above a whisper. You immediately gripped the edge of the table, knuckles turning white from your tight grip.

Finally he was there, his fingers grazed your clit, sending a wave of cold across your body. The table creaked as your grip tightened, eyes fluttering closed as all of your attention was focused on the feeling of him. His face tucked into the crook of your neck, you could feel his hot breath on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

His fingers glided over your clit, small circles that were so powerful they could cause a tornado. He knew your body so perfectly, not just from the months of physical intimacy, but from the way he studied your face, your reactions, your entire being. Seeing the way you crumbled beneath him was his only source of life force.

You turned your head, placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek. He responded by lifting his head, colliding your lips together as his hand moved further. You felt a finger tracing your heat, exactly where you needed him.

All of a sudden, you realised exactly where you were. Forcing your lips from his, “Eddie, we should go-”

“Shhh,” he squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers not slowing for a second as he glided them into you. Your eyes rolled backwards, your head flopping to the side from pleasure. “I’ll be quick, just need you to cum for me.”

Any further protest was forgotten as his skilled fingers curled, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. Eddie nipped at your ear with his teeth, using his tongue to soothe the abused skin as he left marks down your neck. 

One of your hands lifted from the table to tangle back in his hair, catching curls in your grip. You grinded your hips back against his, searching for friction and finding it in his hard arousal, covered in rough denim. You groaned at the feeling as his fingers began to pump in and out, finding that spot over and over again. 

Your legs began to shake, causing you to nearly lose balance. Eddie pushed his hips against yours, forcing your thighs against the table harshly, a moan falling from your lips.

“Shit,” he muttered at the sound. “Let me hear you princess.”

You leaned your head back against his shoulder, angling so that your mouth lined up with his ear. You let out a breathy moan at the feeling as you felt the heat growing between your thighs.

A door slammed down the corridor, sending a dual shock of pain and pleasure up from your toes to your eyelids. Inadvertently, you tightened around Eddie’s fingers, a low chuckle ruminating from his chest in response.

“So, she wants to get caught,” Eddie whispered in your ear, biting at the lobe for good measure. “Let them hear you. Tell them exactly how I’m making you feel.”

Eddie’s words go straight to your thighs, squeezing together as your stomach tightened. 

“Fuck,” another groan. “Cum for me.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, tight enough that you began seeing colourful shapes dancing in your eyelids. Your breath caught in your throat, as Eddie’s hand wrapped lightly around your throat, pinning your lips to his ear. You let out a final gasp as your body crumbled, legs giving out. A guttural sound escaped you, straight into Eddie’s ear as his fingers hit that spot one last time.

“Good girl,” Eddie eased his grip on you, allowing you to rest your weight back on the table. “My angel, so good for me.”

You hummed, your body still feeling like it was floating and your eyes still closed. Kisses trailed along your cheek until your lips met with a slow, loving kiss. 

A popping sound led you to open your eyes and your legs nearly gave out again at the sight of Eddie, his tongue gliding along his fingers as he cleaned himself off. 

You took a step towards him, reaching your hands for the waistband of his jeans. He grabbed your hands before you could reach it.

“Princess, what I plan to do next definitely cannot happen in this room. Van. Now.”

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especially when you’ve never experienced it

has anyone else noticed that it becomes harder to hide that you’re weird about intimacy once you’re over 25