#// Don't get him thinkin' 😩

[sanguinesinners]

“ i’m gonna marry you one day. ”

'Not if I marry you first'

Was what the tall Upir wanted to say - But of course, with his stupid ass barricade that he was always pulling up around Rose, he simply shrugged and gave the notion a small scoff.

"You'd fucking wanna kill yourself if you married my ass - I knew I would" Morbid as he didn't intend it to be, he sure had a darker perspective on marriage, but only towards himself. The humour that grew on his face began to fade once he knew that he wasn't going to get anywhere with his lame jokes.

"Though You'd look damn beautiful in white" He finally turned the subject around "-Or black, red, whatever the fuck you'd want"

@savagecuhnt

[matchadobo]

KIDD; picking him up from jail😭

warning/s: gn reader, modern au, kidd is violent, mentions of injuries and sex but nothin too crazy, kidd's a red flag sighhhh

* a real piece of work!! he'd frequent his days at the police station he'd start being homies with the cops

* would have a record of like jaywalking, traffic violations, gambling, prohibited purchases, assault. falling in that range bc he's pretty impulsive and does whatever he wants, but it don't mean he'll steal or kill or sumn

* most of the times it'd be assault 😭 pls he'll always be throwing hands at folks who crosses him or rubs him the wrong way. with you coming in the picture, he lessened this attitude. but it doesn't mean it'll stop.

* you always have to pick his ass up from police station 😭 it'd almost be like dates

* he'll always look like this good little kid that got into a fight patiently waiting for you with a scowl. but sometimes, if the officers gets too overbearing and starts insulting him, you'd interrupt their screaming fest. because amidst the cuffs, kidd will not hesitate to point and sneer at them ✋😩

* you'd have to physically stop him and apologize profusely to the cops to not add to his record more

* during which, he'd be littered with bruises and cuts. his clothes would be tattered but it's mostly because of him cuz he's just way too violent 🥹 especially when the other party have the same pettiness as him

* "look at you, you're worse than the last time!

* "you shoulda seen the other guy." he'd snicker, very proud at his state.

* you'd sigh heavily and drag his ass back home

* once home, kidd will notice that you'll be pissed. cuz bailing him is getting on your nerves, another money spent cuz of his arrogance! so he'll try and "apologize" by hugging you from the back and kissing your neck or smelling your hair as he mumble his "apologies"

* "i can always count on ya, huh?"

* "fuck off, kidd."

* you'd pull away from his embrace but he'd easily lock fingers with you and pull you back again to his arms

* "okay, okay, i'm sorry, babe. thanks for having my back again, like always, hm? you'll be glad this time, cuz i really did my best to not fight, alright? the other guy started it and he pissed me off"

* "sure, he did." you looked away with knitted brows, squeezing his hands on yours. "let me guess, he was just looking at you."

* "...that and some other things too! was at the bar enjoying shots with the boys, and he stole the rum i ordered. fucker tossed his money as payment at me thinkin' i'd let it slide like that."

* "guess he deserved it then."

* he'd follow you into the living room, sit by the couch, and watch you fetch the hygiene kit. you'd sit by the coffee table across him, motioning for him to come closer. this'd always be his favorite part.

* you ask him to take his shirt off to see the bruises from his torso, he'll pull it over his head and you really still have to swallow your spit each time you see him shirtless even after the long time your relationship lasted

* while you tend to his cuts and you're so close to his face, he'd always muse at you like it's the first time he'd been close like this. it'd always make you blush and sometimes forget why you're pissed. plEASE IMAGINE HIM being real quiet, observant, and patient with you and you're so close at kissing-width KSHDBXVDBV DIES the eustass kidd shutting up for once and staring at you cuz he finds your focused face real cute✋👰‍♀️

* "with your request of stopping my impulsiveness, it'd be hard to comply if this is what i'd come home to all the damn time."

* "i'll beat your ass myself don't worry." you'd clap back, pressing the q-tip with betadine on his cuts to elicit a pain response from him. which was successful, but he'd be laughing afterward

* he'd ramble all about how great he was at the fight, real proud of his mess. while he does so, you'd move onto his body to tend to some bruises

* "your ass hurts?"

* "kind of, fell pretty hard."

* "okay, so no sex."

* "what?! hey that's not-"

* "if you end up having more bruises and injuries, i don't want that."

* "b-but- ow!" you'd dab a little bit harder but not too much, just enough to shut him up

have a lot in queue?? just polishing the others and will release soon

[dirtysvthoughts]

oh, so y'all thought i wasn't gonna write about this? everyone's gonna suffer along with me on this thursday, bc he's literally my adonis, his sexy ass </3

general tags/warnings: boyfriend!chan, female! reader, sexting into video call sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, reader (kenny) is obsessed with chan's muscle groups

word count: 1.3k

notes: y'all this chan dropped this morning, had me feeling things, and then this was born, god he's so sexy, wanna suck him off so bad.. anyways, hope y'all enjoy and lemme know if ya liked it :')

imagine chan working out after his schedule, alone in the gym, finishing his last set of weights. he notices his phone light up from across the room, picking it up from where he left it on the floor. he smiles as your name appears along with the green message icon, envisioning your sweet voice as he reads your text:

baby: heyyy, how was ur day? been thinkin about you 🤍

you lie in your bed, in nothing but one of chan's t-shirts and a pair of panties. chan was coming to see you later on the day, and you couldn't wait. even though it had only been a few days since you last saw each other, you couldn't get enough of him. as your mind continues to wander, the ping of a new notification immediately brings you back to reality.

channie: it was pretty good, i'm about to finish my workout. i've been thinking about you too, pretty girl :)

you clench around nothing as you read his new message over two things. one, he called you pretty girl which always got you going; two, he was at the gym. working out. probably shirtless. all of beautifully shaped muscles on display.

you never admitted this to your boyfriend directly, but you were obsessed with his muscles. his shoulders and back are so broad and strong, you felt them up whenever you could. whenever his arms flexed while doing something, you couldn't help but bite down on your lip, thinking about what it would be like to slightly tighten his grasp when his hands were on your throat. and his abs? you so desperately wanted to sink down on them and ride chan, praising him for how sculpted he is and how he makes you feel so good.. all this was on your mind and more as you typed out your response.

baby: oh? ur working out today? 😏 knowing you, ur shirt's probably somewhere across the room 🤣

chan smirks, laughing to himself at your guess. he still had his white shirt on with his sleeves rolled up, but something in him wanted to take the conversation in a new direction.

chan: i mean, it's not, but who's to say i can't take it off right now?

chan: maybe send you a pic or two...

you freeze at the most recent message. you were already needy for him, and he was voluntarily giving you the chance? you couldn't pass this up.

baby: chan, don't tease me.. pls..

baby: if ur serious about this, then lemme see

baby: wanna have you pin me down with those arms 😩

without a second thought, chan takes off his shirt and tosses it across the room. he angles himself in the mirror correctly so you can see all of him, his left arm holding the waistband of his shorts as if he wants you to see more.

then, he takes a video, the camera facing him this time. not saying a word, he smirks at the camera as it goes from his face all the way down to his waist, making sure you could see his defined muscles up close.

he can feel his dick get hard as he types out his next message, sitting down on one of the benches, already thinking about what he would do to you later on that night.

channie: [image]

channie: [image]

channie: [video]

channie: how is it, pretty girl? like what you see? 😏

you were already gone, hands playing with your clit outside your panties, thinking about the last time you had sex with chan. how he pinned you down, how his thrusts were so strong, and how his muscles flexed so deliciously...

you grab your phone with your free hand, and you whimper at the pics he sent you. but you're not ready when you press play on the video, moaning at how insanely hot he is, and he wasn't even doing much.

baby: fuck, channie

baby: ur so fucking sexy

baby: i need u so so bad 🥺

chan moves to lock the door of the room he was in, making sure no one could disturb or see him. he sits back down and opens up the camera again, this time taking a video of him from the waist down.

channie: [video]

channie: need you too, baby

channie: so much that my dick is rock hard now

channie: need you inside of me too

you open the video to reveal chan's big dick, his hands running up and down his shaft, his tip starting to get red. you were in a trance at how he moved, your hands starting to hurt from moving faster.

an idea pops in your head, and you find the voice recorder, tapping on it and the numbers appear across the screen.

"mmm, channie, a-ahh, channie... i'm so wet for you, i'm touching myself but it doesn't f-feel the same at all," you whine feeling your stomach starting to coil, "want you to make me come all over my sh-sheets, a-ah!"

you hit send, and sit up, not wanting to come just yet. you get your vibrator from your drawer, glancing at your phone and noticing that chan has listened and kept your dirty little voice message. seconds after, his name flashes across your screen as a video call. you toss your vibrator on the bed, and set up your phone on top of your pillows. you accept the call just before it disappears.

"damn, my pretty girl doesn't waste any time, does she?" is the first thing you hear as you lift up your shirt so he could see your lower body. you grab the vibrator and slowly place it on your clit, looking directly into the camera as you begin to grind down, loudly moaning at how it amplified how you were feeling.

"s-shit, ch-chan," is all you can manage to say in the moment.

"does it feel good, baby? i know you already wish it was me filling that tight pussy up," he groans as he goes back to touching himself. "god, you're gonna be so in for it tonight."

"i wish you were here, this vibrator only does so much, you're so much better, fuck, those pics you sent me turn me on so much.. you're so big and broad, i just want you ruin me and make me yours."

he smirks, wanting to take you further to the edge. "well, who makes you feel this good, baby? who always gets you so wet your panties are soaked? say my name, baby, tell me you're mine," he tilts his head back as he moves his hand faster on his dick.

"i'm yours, chan, i'm yours! 'm gonna cum, gonna cum, love you s-so much, are you close? " you whine, feeling your climax quickly approaching.

" 'm getting there baby, but you're gonna cum? do it for me then, baby. cum all over those sheets while you're thinking of me fucking you, can't wait to get inside of you.."

you gasp for air as you finally release all of you, chanting his name as if it was the only ting you knew. seeing you cum, chan comes into his hands, his fingers coated in his own juices.

"channie," you sweetly say as you bring your fingers to your mouth, licking them clean, teasing him by taking them in and out. "don't you wanna come taste me yourself?"

he groans out, clearly enjoying the extra show you were putting on for him. "you better take off those panties and get ready for me," he says as he comes out of view to grab his shirt. "i'm hightailing it to your place, i need to have you."

"then come make me feel good baby," you say as you blow a kiss, smiling at chan, ending the video call.

[daisymae-12]

get to know me

ok I'm not TOO late for this one 🥳 ty for the tags @14carrotghoul & @xthelastknownsurvivorx (loved reading both of yours!) (Imagine a photo collage/grid here of all the things I mention below 😂 sorry i'm lazy 😩) Also this was so hard because I don't really have favourites of most things? But these are my favourites *right now* 😂 SORRY IN ADVANCE for the long rambling

Animal: Right now I'm really loving groundhogs LOL I follow a guy on tiktok and he just has videos of him hanging out with groundhogs - my husband and I love watching together after dinner, the groundhogs are so funny 💀

Movie: I don't watch many movies/tv shows - but I do keep a netflix account so I can watch "Single All the Way" 😂 It's a queer christmas romcom like what more do I need really

Season: Spring - love seeing all the flowers bloom around the neighbourhood. Wish I could have that in my own garden but I'm not very good with plants 😬 (so far my casualties are 3 succulents and 1 rosemary plant. They were all gifted to me too, I'm so sorry - I TRIED)

Character: I gave up on this one 😅

Colour: All shades of Pink or mustard yellow (lol everything in my apartment is either pink or yellow 😂 typing on a pink keyboard with my pink mug sitting on a yellow coaster 💀)

Hobby: oh gosh i have too many and my favourite changes all the time - right now I guess reading? I literally do nothing but read fanfics in my free time right now 😂

Book: I literally have not read a single book since I read RWRB years ago so I'm going to have to go with that 💀

Song: Right now I'd say could cry just thinkin about you (full version) by troye sivan [EVEN THOUGH my repeat song right now is feathers by sabrina carpenter, like I just got sucked in from watching all the tiktoks of her opening for TS in mexico 😂]

Drink: matcha always (either a hot latte or iced)

last annoying no pressure tag I promise - I'm done catching up on games after this 😂 @inexplicablymine @myheartalivewrites @cultofsappho @gwiazdziarka @celeritas2997 @read-and-write- @heybuddy-drabbles @suseagull04

[hall0ween-twn]

You and cowboy! Corey have a quickie and don't get undressed all the way. Halfway through you stop for a sec because you hear a weird sound. You realize you've literally been knocking boots lol you resume and the sound just gets louder and louder like you're moans until you both finish 😩

Feel free to imagine this happening outside on a cloudless night under the stars 🥰

OH MY GOD. this is everything to me.

you were wearing that pretty sundress that accentuates your tits nicely and corey couldn't help but pull you into his lap, hands running up your exposed thighs as you ground your hips into his. moaning into his kiss as your clit rubs against the denim of his levi's, one hand on your hips and the other with a handful of your ass. your hands are quickly trying to unbuckle his pants so you could finally chase that high the both of you are looking for.

your body is on high alert, feeling so exposed to the world even though you're both alone in the meadows but you kinda like the feeling. it's such a rush doing something so naughty out in public like this. corey pulls the top of your dress down, his lips attacking your nipples as they got exposed to the summer night's breeze, the moonlight shining down on you, making you look angelic.

the sound of your boots knocking into one another quite frankly scared you, but the thought of someone watching you get fucked dumb out in the middle of the meadows at night.. it turned you on more than you thought. "whatcha thinkin' of baby?" corey grunted into the skin of your neck as you tightened around him, arching yourself into him. "ya like bein' dirty huh? allowin' me to fuck you outside? knowin' anyone could see us?" he groaned when you clenched again, whimpering into his ear. "yeah, that's what i thought baby."

[killemwithkawaii]

Being very short. Being very horny. Bits not quite lining up with Sal's or Larry's when they fuck you from behind. Being set on top of, or standing on things to be even with Sal's or Larry's cock. Having them tease you as they slide inside slow and deep. 🥴

Me 🤝 Anon v short + v horny (4 both the best bois)

>Size Difference go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr (even with Sal bc his short ass still has 5 inches on me) 👌💘💦

>I just get thinkin about the proportions of things compared to other things, and.... yeah... -///////-💦💦💦

>Investing in a Very Sturdy step stool for Practical Reasons

"Oh yeah, whip it out, baby..."

*suggestively snaps open the step stool*😏

"Umf, gets me every time..."

>Being with a taller partner and experiencing the inevitable "...-THATS MY BUTT" "OH, SORRY-" 😂

>When the bits finally line up Just Right after some trial and error 😳😩👌💦💦💦

>Bottoming in the missionary position and your face is smooshed in the tops titties the entire time 🥵💦

>Larry lifting you up and onto the countertop etc. so you're roughly level with each other 💪💪💪

>Sal gripping your hips with them big ol mitts while you're riding him 🥴💖

>Being the filling in a Sallary sandwich and trying to line up the bits between all three of you (Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it! Y'all just need some practice, that's all~ UwU)

[luaspersona]

this fic was one of the best surprises i've had on this site and i can't possibly stress enough how in love with it i am.

this review comes in the fifth (maybe seventh?) time i'm reading this and i can't get enough 😭 this is so good, so charming, so fucking perfect that i need to point a bunch of this out, so bear with me 🫡

the story starts with the best use of synesthesia i've read in years. the way the reader describes yoongi's voice, and how it becomes a vessel for the attraction she feels despite the fact she's never seen him before.

the idea of rawness in his voice, of yoongi expressing himself through his cadence, his tone, his breathing… god, that's so enticing 😩 i mean, look at this paragraph 🚨

But regardless of being cut short, the metallic nature of his voice still managed to worm its way directly into your chest, where it festered into something so captivating that you couldn’t help but sigh. It was cool to the touch as the syllables of his chosen words sent an intrusion of goosebumps along your arms and thighs. It had a certain gravel, a deepness that you could sometimes feel in the pit of your belly if you listened to him long enough with your eyes closed. However, more times than not, the grit would be severed with a vibrant laugh that rang so sweetly that you could feel it clamoring around your heart with giddiness on its heels.

again: so 👏🏽 fucking 👏🏽 synesthesic 👏🏽

the wording, the sentencing, everything just adds up to the sensations yoongi's voice provoke — and god, if we don't know the effect his voice has 😮‍💨

but i think that the most charming aspect of the fic has to be the dialogues. they're so ridiculously smooth, so natural! and they flash out the character with such easy, it almost seems like an actual conversation transcribed. like, hobi and yoongi bickering during the podcast, their light teasing and easy back and forth: it's all so palpable and i was smiling all throughout that part (i was mostly crying in the ones after, but we'll get there), like:

“Well I am fratty, but not the douche kind.” “Debatable, but admittedly sometimes I do forget that you’re part of Delta Delta Dickhead.” “Fuck you.” “That’s next week’s topic, sorry for the wait.”

and the whole KJ Apa tangent too omg.

and ugh, hobi's so fucking unserious, i couldn't DEAL with him, i was wheezing 😭:

“You cried for hours over that fucking sports anime, Ace of some shit. I had to buy you like three pizzas just to calm your ass down – which you never Venmo'd me back for… just sayin'.”

but also:

“Oh my god, wow I'm getting so hard just thinkin about those flexible paper rectangles. Mhm, oh yeah.”

or even:

“—College sex life! That’s right, my friends, we’re gonna get all down in that bow chicka wow wow nitty gritty—”

gdi, why can't mixtape be a real thing 😠 not to mention this story had such strong early 2000's romcom vibes (without all the problematic and misogynistic shit ofc).

(quick sidenote before continuing: i first thought i misread yoongi's pseudo in the show, but when the café scene happened omg lmao is was so gooood 😩)

i also want to talk about the tone of the story, because the control you have over the atmosphere and the overall feel of the scenes is p-e-r-f-e-c-t 😭 i was drawn into their interactions and their banter so easily, because it's so damn captivating: everything feels tangible.

and god!! your yoongi 🗣

soooooooo hot, so sexy ugh, the ✨things✨ he says to reader while always making sure of her consent and being mindful of her comfort — as if my standard for men can afford to get bigger??

and 👏🏽 when 👏🏽 they 👏🏽 meet

god, this pairing was written with such nice and natural chemistry. i loved their dialogues and how smoothly their interaction turns flirty, and even if they get super into each other after a couple of days together, it doesn't feel rushed at all because you make us feel their chemistry right off the bat! god, i wish i knew more adjectives to praise you like you deserve 😠

and like, even the way yoongi makes the proposition! how they lock eyes and the stare turns into mutual understanding and then to tension. not to mention the way he asks to eat her out in the most respectful way, like??

but it's the constant reassuring that gets me tho, like:

“Not at all,” He replied, confidence dripping past his lips. “Just you, honestly. You’re someone that looks like they need help focusing, who happens to have an unopened pack of flashcards that they seemed to have purchased for a certain reason. But please tell me if I’m wrong or if you’re just not interested. If that’s the case, then I’ll be happy to help you study in whatever… mundane way that you want. I’ll even spot you a coffee.”

and even after her initial consent, he never assumes she's comfortable: he asks for her confirmation, and even waits for her to relax before touching her like🚨🚨🚨 (the sirens are me screaming).

and as if all that wasn't enough there's the teasing too😭 yoongi's so fucking hot here, like—

Your brows furrowed in confusion, but admittedly it piqued your interest. “Practice round? Don’t exactly think you’re brave enough to lay me out on this table and just go for it in the middle of the library.” “Wanna see if that’s true?” He asked, a certain fire flaring across his eyes. It sent a swirl of arousal through your lower stomach, but you quickly pulled it back in.

YES I WANNA

ahem

*clears throat*

and the fact that he knows how fucking sexy he is, god, his cockiness was so gooood:

“Ah, glad my intellect hasn’t been overshadowed by the things you’re picturing my mouth and hands doing to you right now.” You bit at your lip to try and stifle the grin that threatened to split across your face, and Yoongi seemed highly amused with your failed attempt.

but he can be so cute and sweet too:

“But c’mon, time for you to learn what’s in that pretty head of yours.”

and the same goes for reader! she's so relatable, suffering that pied piper syndrome not being able to study because of min yoongi 😔 oh bestie i feel you. but she's also super funny and sexy 😩

“How about how fast you can make me cum?”

it made me scREAM, like, when she actually started to feel herself and got comfortable with the situation i was gone

and 👏🏽 the 👏🏽 smut

the teasing, the edging, the begging — but also the learning! and the studying! that's what this was all about folks 🥹 no but, for real, i really liked every single aspect of this story, from the tone, to the wording, to the humor, to the teasing, the dialogues and the smut. the pairing was unbelievably sweet and i was so into them.

thank you for taking your time writing this, author! it made me so happy and your words brought me peace at some weird, difficult times, so i really appreciate it 🥺💐

mixtape (m)

pairing: min yoongi x reader 

genre: smut, fluff, comedy / college, podcast personality au

word count: 15,610

description: Two mystery students from your college run the podcast dubbed ‘mixtape.’ It’s become a sort of phenomenon around campus, listened to by almost everyone. In their most recent episode they discussed various study methods… One of them being oh so tempting.

“This week’s topic is—” Sugar started, of course only to be swiftly interrupted by the second half of the two-man show podcast that had sort of gone viral around your college campus.

But regardless of being cut short, the metallic nature of his voice still managed to worm its way directly into your chest, where it festered into something so captivating that you couldn’t help but sigh. It was cool to the touch as the syllables of his chosen words sent an intrusion of goosebumps along your arms and thighs. It had a certain gravel, a deepness that you could sometimes feel in the pit of your belly if you listened to him long enough with your eyes closed. However, more times than not, the grit would be severed with a vibrant laugh that rang so sweetly that you could feel it clamoring around your heart with giddiness on its heels.

“—Studying! So sexy, right?” Jay interjected mid-sentence, something that anyone who listened to their weekly episodes would quickly learn is a norm.

However, there were times of course where Sugar was allowed the courtesy of going off on long tangents without his friend’s interruption, and in those moments his voice was hypnotic, if you had to put it simply. It tugged you beneath the current of concentration until you were pressing the volume button on your phone to raise his vocals higher. The small hitch of his breath, or exhale against the mic when he would sigh due to the topic at hand, they made you lean in closer to the invisible man on the other side of the pre-recorded audio that filtered through your headphones.

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[baekhvuns]

LET THEM HAIR HIT YOUUUUU!!! GET SLAPPED BY EM ON YOUR FACE AHHHHSHAHAHAHAHAH tht tweet is sooo right, bollywood ain't Bollywood no more 😭 and this is coming from the dharma productions?? WHAT? RANVEER IS DON WHERE TF IS THIS GOING??? (Tbh i never liked Aliya x ranveer even during the whole gully boy era)

*GASPPPSSSS*

You didn't just, YOU JUST DIDN'T-

I need srk x Aishwarya once again or I'm unaliving myself. DUDE UR A DAMN GENIUS, first of they would fit the roles so well OHHMYYGODD just thinkin abt it makes me wanna give up my life and watch the movie tht doesn't even exist. I need to talk to these directors and producers frfr.

Well, IDC abt uni formals, the highschool prom and moments hit diff. Cn u believe I can't watch the highschool kdramas and wish for something like tht to happen bcz IM NOT IN SCHOOL ANYMORE 😭😭😭

Tht is the correct explaination for whtv they made called 'adipurush'

Ur right, there a few movies I'd never forget, jab we met, ajab Prem ki gazab kahani, Chennai express, kuch kuch hota h, k3g, ddlj, a few Govinda movies (i love his movies), Om Shanti Om, bang bang, soty (1, i didn't even bother to watch the 2nd), main tera hero (would never watch it again but will remember it) basically the early 2000s and 90s movies.

As a person who saw Katrina and Ranbir as the first couple, I'd always ship them 😭😭 they're my fav Indian couple to ever exist... but hey something don't work ig :') I even shipped kareena and Shahid!! Still do

I really like these types of stupid, absolutely confusion filled movies with loads and loads of actors. For ex de dena dan, malamaal weekly, no entry, Hera pheri, hungama. Wish they made more, idk who the director is but whoever they are, they made pieces of art lemme tell u.

NO LITERALLY SNIFF IT??? LET IT HIT UR FACE AND U HAVE A SMILE ON UR FACE WITH A LOOK OF LOVE 😭😭😭 BRO COMEON YEAH HIM AS DON 😭😭

IM SORRY FHWKFHWKDHKWHDWK

RIGHT??? DO U SEE IT???? GOD I NEED TO SEE THEM ON THE SCREEN TOGETHER,, those both as mr and mrs khan being assassins and it being a enemies to lovers??? UGHHHH I NEED TO SEE THIS HAPPEN PLS 😭😭😭😭 i need to get this out to a producer or something bc WE NEED THIS!!!!!!

LMFAOOOO HEY PUT THAT HIGH SCHOOL DRAMAS TO UNI 😭😭😭 dude omf do u rmr saif and rani’s era??? hum tum, tara rumpum 😩😩😩 it’s the way hum tum can still start wars fbwkdhwk need that era back,, bees shahid’s shaven era back 😭😭😭 NOOOO BC THOSE COMEDY MOVIES STOPPPP I WATCH DE DHANA DHAN LIKE EVERY TWO MONTHS THOSE MOVIES WITH FETUS KATRINA 😭😭😭 omf do u rmr namaste london like that movie i knew katrina was punjab’s 🤚🏻,, need that director back actually like desperately

bro….i just short circuited

[pammyloumendkens]

🙄LISTENUP😠😡😤,😒😣😖peeps🤨!!!

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[wits-half]

okay, alright, listen. i don't want to be a creep that takes apart every single interview piece by piece, but i gotta know right now

IF willem is saying to jamie "okay, sweetie, sweetie, don't get embarrassed. sounds good to me!"

because if he is, correct me if i'm wrong for the love of everything, i will actually combust bc of how wholesome he is

[munson-blurbs]

Absolutely love that gif of him on ur bsf to lovers post. 😩

Anyways, afab reader wears a short skirt and a lace thong that barely covers her privates <3 she teases eddie during a dnd campaign and bends over etc until he can’t take it anymore and he pulls her onto of him and moves her hips up and down as he fucks into her 😖 soft dom eddie and hellaaa praise

I'm combining this with a request for an Eddie breeding kink...I hope that's okay!

(”Breeding kink, you finding out by him looking at baby commercials and being nice to Dustin and the other kids thinking about him having one of his own”) @hahahafucku

Warnings: this is literally all smut and I think there’s a plot in there somewhere (18+ minors begone), breeding kink, public teasing, semi-public sex I guess, language, brief mention of reader’s body size

WC: 2.6k

A/N: I usually don’t write fics this smutty so pleeeeeeease let me know what you think! Too much? Not enough? Just right?

--

"Hey, babe?" You're glancing at the shopping list as you make your way through the store. Eddie was just by your side; you're supposed to be helping him pick up snacks for his campaign tomorrow, but your boyfriend has wandered off yet again.

"Eds, where are you?" you call out softly, attracting the attention of some irritated customers.

"Over here," you hear from four aisles down. You huff and make your way to him.

"Babe, do you really need four different types of chips?" you ask, but he's drawn into the products on the shelves. You look at what he's staring at: rows of diapers and jars of baby food.

"Are you pregnant or something?" you joke, poking his side. He jumps as you break him from his trance. "You okay?"

"Y-yeah," he shuffles towards the cart and plops down the cans of soda he'd picked up. You're not convinced but place the thought on the back burner for now.

Why would Eddie be interested in baby products?

~

You wait until you're back in his beat-up van, bags of junk food loaded into the back.

"So, you wanna tell me what that was all about?" you ask, more curious than accusing.

"What?"

"Come on, Eddie. Why did I catch you looking at baby stuff? Not just glancing, but really looking?" You'd been together for awhile, and you knew he wanted kids one day, but there was no way that he wanted them now...was there?

"I dunno," he replies sheepishly, long curls falling over his face. "'S stupid."

The worst-case scenario flashes into your mind. "Oh my god, did you cheat on me and get her pregnant?"

Eddie laughs louder than he intends to; your accusation is just too ridiculous. "Absolutely not! You know I only have eyes for you, sweetheart." He gives you his best puppy dog look and kisses you hard.

"Then why won't you tell me what's going on?"

He sighs and throws back his head in defeat. "Fine, but just...don't judge me, okay?" You continue when you nod, palms moist with sweat. "Okay, so, I've been thinkin'," he starts, looking down at the car floor nervously. The engine is running though you're still parked, and he kills it. "Thinkin' about how goddamn gorgeous you would look if you were havin' my baby."

Huh. Well, that wasn't what you'd expected him to say. "You mean in, like, ten years?" But you know better.

Eddie shakes his head. "Nah, sweetheart. Right fuckin' now."

"Oh," you manage, "but you're still in high school," you point out, though you know exactly what his reply will be, and you're right.

"Only for another month. And babies take a lot longer than that to cook," he grins while he says it, and you realize that he's no longer looking at the car floor, but at your stomach. He's imagining you pregnant with his baby.

"Wow," you breathe out. "Can I-can I think about it?"

His eyebrows shoot up; clearly, he was not expecting you to even consider this proposal.

"Y-yeah, baby. Of course." He presses a kiss to your cheek, though you can tell by the bulge in his pants that he wants to do a lot more. He starts the van up again and heads for home, leaving you with a lot to think about.

~

You thought about the prospect of having Eddie's baby all night. In the shower, you ran your fingertips over the flatness of your stomach, thinking about a bump there. A bump that held Eddie Munson's child.

Yes, you were young, but you'd been together for two years, and you were also adults. Adults with jobs--you'd been working full-time at the bank since you'd graduated last year. And Eddie will be working full-time with Wayne at the plant soon. You'd already discussed moving in together; you promised your parents that you and Eddie would graduate before doing so, and that day would be here in just about four weeks. Maybe you could do this.

The easiest way to tell him would be to call him, but you had a better idea. You'd see the feral look in his eyes when he mentioned his desires--why not allow him to...give in to those carnal instincts?

~

The plan was perfect. You'd ditch work claiming a stomach flu (no one wants someone vomiting all over the workplace) and sneak back into Hawkins High. You'd been gone less than a year and still knew the layout like the back of your hand. Most importantly, you knew the abandoned janitor's closet on the second floor, the one conveniently near the drama/Hellfire room where you could sneak off and make a quick wardrobe change.

There’s no mirror in there, of course, so you just hope that your red lipstick isn’t smudged or on your teeth. You smooth down your black tank top, adjusting your breasts so that your cleavage is perfectly framed by the neckline. The icing on the cake is the tiny miniskirt that falls at the top of your thighs, exposing the long legs that stand in your heels.

School’s out, and Eddie’s told you that Hellfire is starting a bit late today so that the boys can watch Lucas Sinclair play in a basketball game. Eddie never got the hype of school-sanctioned sports, but it was important to his little sheep, so he’d compromised. Worked out for them, and it also happened to work out perfectly for you.

You knew Eddie would already be in the Hellfire room, meticulously setting up his campaign. You could picture him pacing anxiously around the table, ensuring everything looked just right. With a peek into the hall that showed the coast was clear, you scurried into the room where Eddie was chewing on his thumbnail, looking over his Dungeon.

“Hey there,” you say softly, and his head snaps up at the sound of your voice.

“Y/N, what are you--oh, holy shit.” His tone turns from confusion to pure lust as he eyes you, taking in you and your outfit hungrily. He runs his tongue over his lips involuntarily as he makes his way to you.

“Do you like it?” you feign shyness as he grabs your hips and pulls you as close as he can. You can feel him straining against his zipper already.

All he can mutter is “Oh my god,” as he buries his face in your neck, kissing it sloppily and sucking bruises into your skin.

“Figured we could try for that baby you mentioned, but I didn’t wanna wait for you to get home,” you shrug as he moves his hands under your short skirt, moaning audibly as he presses his palms against your bare ass, left mostly uncovered by a lace thong. When he hears what you’ve said--really registers it, which takes a moment--he pulls back.

“Are you serious?” He smiles, holding your face in his strong, calloused hands. 

You press your own hands to his chest and whisper into his lips, punctuating your statement with a series of kisses. “Eddie, I want to have your baby. I want to get big...and round...and swollen...growing each month...with your baby.”

He shivers against you and hoists you up, slamming you against the wall; you wrap your legs around him as he pushes your skirt around your waist. He starts to rub a finger against your soaked panties, when you both hear it:

“Can’t believe the other team didn’t show!” Lucas. Oh, no.

“Buncha pussies, forfeiting like that,” Dustin’s voice rings out.

“At least Eddie will be glad we’re starting on time,” Mike chimes in.

“Fuck,” you hiss, “hand me my bag. I can run into the corner and throw on my pants.”

Eddie lets you down but grips your wrist. “Not so fast,” he growls. “I just got you how I want you, and I’m not letting you go.”

“B-but the boys--”

“We’re not fucking in front of them,” he dismisses your concern, “but you’re gonna sit on my lap, dressed like my perfect little slut.” He grabs you by the hem of your skirt and you yelp. “You think I’m gonna let my fantasy slip through my fingers?”

You nod, feeling a heat rising in your lower body. 

“So now, you’ll be a good girl for me. You’re gonna sit on my lap, be my...helper...during the campaign, and then I’m gonna fuck a baby into you once we’re done. Got it?” He tilts your chin up so you’re looking directly into his eyes.

“Yes, sir.” Eddie takes his seat on his throne and you do as he’s instructed, feeling his erection underneath you as he slides a ringed hand up your thigh. 

“Welcome, boys!” Eddie’s voice booms. You feel a blush creep up your neck toward your cheeks. “Got my little helper here today.” He takes the hand farthest from the boys and squeezes your ass and you gasp softly.

Oh, that’s how it’s gonna be, Munson? you think. Game on.

~

You spend the rest of the Hellfire meeting doing whatever you can to torture Eddie. You’re constantly “repositioning” yourself, grinding on him and feeling him grow harder with each subtle movement.

“Knock it off, princess,” he whispers, but you’re in the mood to be a brat. You pretend to get a little sleepy and stretch, showing off your breasts in Eddie’s face. You watch his eyes flick to your chest before returning to the game.

While he’s reading the next part of the campaign aloud, you place your palm on his jeans, right over his cock, making him take a sharp breath in.

But your grand finale is when Gareth rolls the D20 and it lands right in front of Eddie’s notes. When it’s Mike’s turn to roll next, you stop him.

“I can get it, Wheeler,” you say, leaning over and giving Eddie a clear up-skirt view. You know he can even see your clothed pussy from the angle you’re giving him. 

Eddie hooks his arm around your waist and pulls you back down, glaring at you.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him innocently. “Am I not helping?”

“Okay, that’s it,” he mutters before turning to the rest of his group. “All right, we’re wrapping up for the night.” His announcement is met with a chorus of grumbles. “Hey, hey, hey, I don’t wanna hear it! We will continue this next week.” 

The boys file out of the room, mumbling about Eddie’s bizarre behavior. Once they leave, Eddie grabs you, positioning you so you’re straddling him in his throne. 

“What the fuck was that?” he pulls your hair to bring your face closer to his. “You tryin’ to make me blow my load in my pants? Sounds to me like you don’t really want me breeding you.”

“N-no, I do. I do,” you whimper. “Want your baby, Eddie. Please.”

“I don’t think I believe you. I need to be convinced,” he sneers.

“Please, Eddie. I need you to breed me. Need you to fill me up with your cum and get me pregnant,” you beg. You allow yourself a small sigh of relief as he eases his grip on your hair, but it’s short-lived, because he tears off your thong with a rip and slides his pointer and middle fingers along your wet folds.

“You’re soaked, princess,” he groans. “I love how wet you get for me. Ruined your panties and now you’re gonna ruin my jeans.” He presses one finger to your aching clit, making small, slow circles, and laughs menacingly as you cry out.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, mocking your earlier question. “Can’t handle being teased?” When you don’t respond, he moves his finger faster, rubbing your clit harder. “How’s this?”

“S-so good,” you manage, grinding back and forth on his finger. You want--no you need--him inside you, but you don’t dare tell him that for fear he’ll deny you that pleasure. “You know exactly where to touch me.”

Eddie beams as he receives the praise, moving his finger from your swollen nub to your pussy. He slides it in and curls it, pumping it in and out, your beautiful moans ringing in his ears. He adds a second finger and lets out a moan of his own as you clench around him.

“Sorry, baby,” he apologizes preemptively. You’re confused until he removes his fingers and cleans them with his tongue, leaving you hurting for him. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls down the zipper, palming his cock through his boxers.

“Eddie,” you whine, “I could’ve done that for you.” Touch-starved and desperate for affection, you lift your own shirt over your head. A sheer lace bra leaves little to the imagination.

Eddie sucks on the exposed part of your breasts, leaving hickeys all over them. One hand still on his erection, he uses the other to unhook your bra. As soon as it clatters to the ground, he’s groping your tits, biting your nipples as pleasure and pain intertwine and you scream loudly.

Not wanting to take his hands off of your breasts, he shuts you up with a kiss. “Can’t...fuckin’...wait...any longer,” he pants, and you take his rock hard length into your hand. You start to move to get on your knees, but he stops you.

“Need to be inside this tight little pussy,” he orders, rubbing his cock along your wetness until he’s covered in your slick, and he presses himself into you. “You were made for me, you fuckin’ know that?” 

“I’m all yours,” you agree easily, matching his rhythm as you ride him. “My body belongs to you, Eddie. You can do whatever you want with me.”

“Fuck, baby,” Eddie’s groaning. He grabs onto your hips and moves you exactly how he needs you. “Your body, your mouth, your everything is fuckin’ perfect.” His thrusts get faster and your orgasm builds inside you as you feel him get deeper, hitting that spot over and over again.

“Eddie, I’m gonna cum,” you plead, asking for permission rather than telling him. “Please let me cum all over you while you fill me up.”

“I’m cumming, too.” He grips your sides even harder, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, and you suspect there will be bruises there tomorrow. He slams you up and down over his cock and you finish with tears streaming down your face. You feel him shoot thick, hot ropes into you. With the little strength he has left, he places you onto the table, still inside of you.

“Lay back,” he orders. “Don’t want any of this coming out. You gonna get knocked up today, aren’t you, princess?”

“Y-yes, Eddie,” you whisper. You watch as he pulls out of you. He frowns when he sees cum running down your leg. With a quick swipe of his hand, he pushes it back into you.

“You took all of me, didn’t you? Such a good girl,” he remarks. You’re too fucked out to muster up a response, and he notices. “Poor baby. I really fucked you good, didn’t I?”

“Mhm.” 

Eddie puts himself away and sits back in his throne, admiring his work. “Love seeing you like this.”

“It’s all you, Eds,” you finally say. “All because of you, and all for you.”

“My beautiful little vixen,” he throws his head back with a low growl. “Tell you what. You stay just like that, make sure it takes. Then we’ll go back to my place and relax, okay?”

“And go for round two?” you ask mischievously. “Make sure I get pregnant tonight?”

Eddie laughs. “I wish, but Wayne will be home.”

You beckon him to the table and pull him in for a long, deep kiss. “Guess you’ll just have to keep me quiet, then.”

--

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[quiveringdeer]

@lemmetreatya Here's my tangent on Jean and our girl.

Jean x NailTech!Reader

He'd dote on her and treat her so well 😩 And I can't get the idea of Jean being a massage therapist out of my mind. So now I'm thinkin about her getting home from work after serving and doting on others all day. And like she loves what she does, don't get her wrong. She's got great clients and loves getting to know them, updates on their lives and stuff.

But still. Work is work. No matter how you slice it. And I dunno cause I'm not an extrovert--but can definitely turn it on at work but it gets tiring--so not sure if it would tire out a true extrovert but anywho I'm rambling!

Jean's in business for himself and rents a spot somewhere for his work, which means he gets to make his own hours. And no matter what timeline or au, I'll never not see him as a hopeless romantic. So he'd make sure he doesn't schedule appointments when you'll be getting home. He'll have dinner made and ready, even if it's something simple like spaghetti and store bought garlic bread. Glass of wine in hand when you walk through the door--if you're into wine.

After dinner y'all could sit on the couch and while you tell him about your day, he'd massage your hands for you. Then be sure to give your neck and shoulders a thorough work over too, cause you gotta be leaned forward with your neck bent most of the day. That's gotta be a killer with muscle tension.

After you both share talk about your day, I'd be putting on TV with some silly or trashy reality shows. Just finished binging the French version of Ultimatum on Netfli/x last night (the American one was trash 😒). Both of y'all making comments about how unreasonable some of them are being. Or that Lindsay deserves SOOO much better and needs to put herself first more cause he man ain't shit. 😤 Definitely makes you appreciate eachother more.

[babbushka]

Flip visiting us at work with baby Zimmerman for a change? Our coworkers have never seen him so they think he’s some old out of shape detective,but it’s our buff, fridge of a man philly😩

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! I hope you don't mind, I've turned this into something slightly a little smuttier than maybe was intended lol. I've also altered the context a little, in my Flip writing, his wife doesn't work, again I hope it's okay and that you enjoy!

2k, mentions of baby zimmerman, NSFW (Phone sex, mutual masturbation, slight exhibitionism(?)

It is a beautiful sunny summer day, perfect for a brunch with some of the other wives who lived on 21st Street, which is exactly where you find yourself on this particular Sunday. It was something of a tradition that you didn’t really know when it started, but you really enjoy the occasions when everyone’s schedules managed to line up for a good old fashioned gossip circle.

You’re at Shelly Baker’s house this time, a rotation of hosts meaning no one person got stuck with all the prep and clean up, and she’s got a pretty good spread going of brunch finger foods and the all-important mimosas. It’s nice to get out of the house sometimes, you think as you laugh at one of your friend’s jokes -- that is, until Shelly goes to answer the phone that rings, and calls out that it’s for you.

At once, your mind jumps to the worst-case scenario, because Flip never interrupts brunch when you’re with your friends, so you quickly excuse yourself from the conversation pit in the living room, and take the call in the guest bedroom, locking the door behind you for a little more privacy than just the kitchen would offer.

“Flip? Is everything okay?” You ask at once, cutting right to the chase, and groaning when you hear him chuckle.

“Yeah we’re fine, I just missed you.” He says, and you let out a relieved sigh, smacking a hand to your forehead as you sit on the edge of the bed.

“You scared me honey.” Scolding him, you lay back on the bed all the way, carrying the body of the phone with you, winding the cord around your finger.

“I’m sorry, it’s just, fuck -- ketsl, I’m so wound up.” Flip says, and this time when he speaks, you can hear a sort of edge to his voice, the sort of edge that can really mean one thing. He’s horny, and he’s going to make it your problem.

“Where’s the baby?” Frowning suddenly, you try and look around for a clock to see what time it is. It’s strange for you to not hear him fussing around in the background of your life.

“He’s taking his nap, and I was just sittin’ around, and then I started thinkin’ of you, and now I’m in our room and fuck honey-bunny I wish you were here.” Flip shudders out a moan at the expletive and that has your face growing hot.

“Are...” Turning your ear towards the door to make sure no one is coming, you cup your hand around the receiver and ask in a hushed tone, “Are you touching yourself?”

Another groan comes from the phone, and if you focus hard enough, you can hear the slick sound of his hand stroking his cock. At the realization, your thighs press closer together, something close to adrenaline making your heart pound a little faster at the thought that if anyone were to be listening in on the line they would hear.

“Yeah, wish it was your fuckin’ hand though.” Flip doesn’t seem to care about that possibility apparently, because he’s moving his hand faster, you can tell by the sound of his jeans rustling rougher when he grunts, “Join me?”

“Phil! I can’t, everyone is just in the other room.” Scandal, it would be a scandal if any of the other wives were to catch you, despite the way eager anticipation begins to flutter up into the pit of your stomach, as you sit down on the edge of the bed.

“Please, just for a little bit.” You just know that if he were here in person, Flip would be giving you the biggest brown eyes he could manage.

Dammit, you think fondly, leaning backwards on the mattress.

“Why don’t you tell me what you’d do to me, if you were here?” Your voice is low, thick in the back of your throat as you try to keep yourself quiet.

Sucking on your fingers for a moment, you shove your hand down the waistband of your bottoms and with a little wriggling around to get comfortable, your fingers easily slide through your folds, your cunt growing ever wetter at the encouragement of the harsh breathing coming through the other line.

“I’d bend you over that kitchen counter and fuck you from behind so hard their dishes would fall off the fuckin’ walls,” He growls, and your toes struggle to curl in pleasure as your pussy throbs from the very thought of that, “And then once I’ve made you come all over my cock, I’d tell you to suck the taste of yourself off of me.”

“Oh yeah?” Your fingers speed up, knowing that you need this to be fast. Keeping the phone between your cheek and shoulder, you free your other hand to unbutton your blouse just enough so that you can pinch at your nipple, a moan puffing out of your mouth into the phone.

“Yeah baby,” And then, like he’s a mind-reader, Flip grunts out, “I’d rip the buttons on your pretty blouse and suck on your tits until you’re crying because you love it so fucking much.”

“Jesus Phil -- ” Moaning and sighing, your hips push up up up as you fuck yourself on your fingers, mindful of the en-suite bath that you’ll need to use to clean yourself up because of how fucking wet you’re getting. Flip’s voice in person is sexy enough, but having him fuck you over the phone like this is so seedy, so dirty, you’re already close to coming.

“Are you -- shit -- are you fuckin’ yourself on your fingers like a good girl? Say yes.” Flip’s close too, he’s panting hot heavy breaths, and you’re right there with him, your other hand leaving your nipple to clamp over your mouth.

“Yes -- yeah, I’m -- fuck you’ve got to hurry though Flip, someone’s bound to ask what I’m doing.” Whispering, you try and convince your husband, but he is too wrapped up in his own pleasure to give a shit, and as much as you’re trying to be proper, the way your pussy throbs around your fingers says you don’t either.

“Let them, let them all hear how fuckin’ badly I want you -- how wet I get you just from the sound of my voice. Goddamn your voice is so sexy, you’re so fuckin’ hot ketsl.” Flip grunts and moans one final time, calling out your name low and heady enough that it makes you finally come all over yourself.

Giving yourselves a moment to simply breathe, the absurdity of the situation overcomes you with a fit of giggles, and you can hear Flip chuckling too on the other end, can hear the little clink of his lighter as he sparks a cigarette to life.

“Damn, I can’t believe you made me fucking come in Shelly’s guest bedroom.” Shaking your head even though he can’t see it, you pull your hand away from your bottoms and suck the come off your fingers, wishing it were him. “You’re too much sometimes, you know that handsome?”

“I know.” He says, and then with a sudden clarity announces, “I’m comin’ to get you.”

“What? Now?”

“Yeah, make an excuse, I’ll be there in ten minutes, I love you.”

“Wait, what about the baby -- ?” The line goes dead before you get an answer, the dial tone ringing.

You clean yourself up and put the phone back where you found it, smooth out the blanket on the bed as best you can so that it doesn’t look suspicious, and once a thorough check-through has been done to ensure you don’t have any wet spots anywhere, you finally emerge from the guest bedroom.

“Is everything okay?”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

The other wives all stop their brunch to check on you, and while you appreciate it, you wish that they wouldn’t look at you so closely, lest they see the way your hair is maybe a little too mussed.

“The baby’s got a fever, Flip’s on his way to come pick me up.” Lying through your teeth, you’re once again forever grateful that you can pin excuses to depart on your toddler, “I’m sorry, you know how these things can get out of control so quickly.”

“Oh don’t apologize! We’ve been dyin’ to see this husband of yours anyway.” Shelly says, and at that you blink, confused.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Surely they all knew Flip, the man lived on their block! They must have seen him bringing in the mail, or carrying groceries, mowing the lawn...it dawns on you that no, maybe they haven’t seen him do any of that because of his unpredictable work schedule.

Before anyone can answer though, there’s a knock at the door, and all the wives sit up a little straighter with interest.

“That should be him now.” You say, but instead of letting you answer the door, Shelly is up out of her seat and practically running to invite him inside.

The other wives are all practically craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the man, the least subtle women in all of Colorado Springs, you’re certain. And then, there it is, the sounds of that smooth baritone and gentle babbling that have become the soundtrack to your life, when Flip says, “Hi Mrs. Baker, I’m Flip Zimmerman, is my wife ready to go?”

“(Y/N)! You didn’t tell us he’s hot!” Whirling around, Shelly scoffs at you almost as if she’s insulted, and you would have laughed out loud if she hadn’t said it directly in front of Flip.

“For crying out loud.” Mortified, you smack a hand to your palm, especially when the sentiment goes straight to your husband’s ego and he puffs out his chest a little extra, shifting the baby on his hip.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Flip raises a teasing eyebrow, and Shelly goes beet red.

“Oh -- uh -- well,”

“We figured you were some pencil pusher that sat behind a desk all day.” One of the other wives says bluntly, and Flip’s smirk only grows.

“Maybe some of the guys at the station are, but I’ve got to stay in shape keeping up with this firecracker.” Making his way to you, he passes the baby over because now that you’re within his sight, he’s squirming and reaching for you.

“We really should be going, I’m sorry guys, I’ll see you on Wednesday?” Remembering your lie, you blow kisses to your friends instead of hugging them all individually, and make a beeline for the door, pushing and shoving Flip so that he doesn’t hear them when they all giggle and gossip; Fuck, with a man like that, it’s a wonder she leaves his side at all.

Only when you’re safely in the car and Flip is pulling out of the driveway, do you smack his bicep with an incredulous grin.

“You’re a menace.” You groan, kissing the baby’s forehead, the very same baby who should still be asleep right now, according to the little clock on the dashboard of Flip’s car. “I can’t believe you woke him up from his nap.”

“I didn’t, I’ll have you know he woke up right when I walked in his room.” Flip counters, and you smack him again.

“That’s waking him up from his nap, idiot.” Laughing, you know that you can’t be too mad at Flip, especially when he had spiced up what was an otherwise boring morning. Pleasant, yes, but ultimately boring.

“Well how’s about we get some ice cream, I drop him off at Ma’s for the afternoon, and I fuck your brains out?” Flip suggests, and even though you’ve been married for years, he’s still got that look in his eye that means you’re in for a good time.

Pretending to mull the offer over in your mind, you eventually nod with a cheeky yeah alright, because of course how could you resist this man of yours when he’s so good to you -- even when he’s bad.

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Tagging some Flip loving friends!

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[lovedeathalice]

ur favorite power imbalance scenario between:

-King/Maid or servant

-Boss/Assistant

-Master/Slave

-Rich/Poor

-Hero/Weakling (LMFAO)

-Teacher/Student

-Bully/Nerd

💓

OKAY I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS ASK!!! I can't choose just one so imma rank them & do a lil gushing as to why, hope u don't mind!!😫

And bc my blog is Eren centric imma insert him in all of these!!

This is VERYYY long, sorry!! Lol

⚠️ implied noncon for some

● King/Maid or servant: 11/10. FUCKING LOVE!! Just thinking abt the king using his powerful status to command Reader maid to do whatever he wants..... I'M WEAK. Like.... imagining him ordering u to clean his bedroom chambers every night... then he advances on u. U reject him & he'll go "You'd deny your king? Insolent whore." Then he'll pin u down & fuck u😩 omg and imagine "I'm your ruler. I own you and everybody in this kingdom." I'm on my knees rn HELPPP

● Boss/Assistant: 11/10!!! The FIRST thing i think abt whenever i see this trope is OFFICE SEX!!! Thinkin abt Bigshot CEO Eren Jaeger looking for a new assistant. One of his friends is sending him resumés for personal assistants but he doesn't give a fuck abt any of them. He wants you. His beautiful crush since uni. The power imbalance of you being threatened to lose ur job & everything u worked for. The power to sabotage any chance u have of getting any jobs outside of his company. Noooo, you're staying with him. He might even demand ask you to be his girlfriend!!🥰 by force & blackmail

● Master/Slave: 0/10. Idk when i see this i think abt war slaves etc. & i hate it. For an author like myself who likes to write some kinda messed up stuff, i don't like it at all. There's nothing fun abt it & it's too extreme☹️

ANYWAYS NEXT

● Rich/Poor: 10/10. If u rlly think abt it, all of the tropes u listed are all rich/poor. Money & wealth of any kind, just in different forms. It's a super general trope imo. But i love it nonetheless.

● Hero/Weakling: –10/10. No offense if u like this but to me it is BOOOOOORRRIIIIIINNNNGGGGG😪😪😪 I need some more dark or messed up shit goin on!!!!

● Teacher/Student: 10/10, HOT AS FUCK!!! Plssss imagining devious Prof. Jaeger having a bright yet naive student (you ofc) grow on him. He uses his status as a prof to sorta flatter u and uggghhhh it's just so hot. I love it

● Bully/Nerd: 9/10. I like to imagine this "bullying" setting in college most of the time. It's hot & perfect for fuckboy Eren. And i love fuckboy Eren. Yeah.

LOL these are my thots.

TL;DR: King/Maid or servant & Boss/Assistant are the SHIT. I love them both the most

Thanks sm for sending this ask, anon!!! They're the fucking best & so fun to answer!!🥰

[lunawritesaa]

Uhh don't mind me but I'm just gonna gush abt a an extremely ooc headcanon for blackquill... I honestly think he'd be a great dad 😳 like he'd b terrified thinkin he'd b awful but then he gets a lil daughter and spoils her endlessly. Teaches her combat, gives her a mini wooden sword, maybe they adopt another bird together and he teaches her to love animals... Praises her whenever she does anything bc he just loves her, maybe swings her around, yknow dad things. My heart goes wild thinkin abt it

NO YOURE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT

i feel like blackquill is totally a huge softie on the inside who has a huge soft spot for those close to him (as seen with athena) i feel like he could be a rather strict dad, but only because he really cares for his child and doesn’t want them to get hurt!! he’d be such a sweetie for his kid. he’d just endlessly praise them and remind them of how proud he is of them and ahhh!! you know he’d be a great father

mod taka you’re melting my heart with all this blackquill stuff 😩

[quirrrky]

omg sis 'm so sorry for super late reply 😭🙏

my really? oh well then we'll just have to keep it secret- nobody's gunna know and nobody's gunna tell 😁 *seize kenma mouth- don't ever let it spread 'kay ken-chan? 😄* also oooo ahahahaha i swear i'll keep that meme forever + *suddenly turn into whisper voice* i heard that she's hot but totally a play girl- the day after she stood him up she got a new boy by her side almost immediately! gasp how cruel- poor yamamoto indeed- :< and oh no don't even ask me how do i know this-

you know him. he's a lil intimidating,, nah very, i still wonder how i get to converse w him face to face eh thinkin bout him's still enough to make me shiver. his dark aura when he's upset gah 🥶 well we'll see we'll see, but i bet he wouldn't even notice me as a girl lol XD and uhmmmm maybe about the first part but for the second of the network Y E S- and so that's how it is :3

IKR? SAME HERE SIS 🤝😩 at first i hardly even noticed tobio too, but then ahem- pffft i think it's been a while since i last chant say this but tetsurei is just as canon fr, u got him in lots lots of match-up + ur mbti even fit ya even more canon than mine honestly. one explanation to this is 'S O U L M A T E S' <3

naaah it's okay mlove 💗

but I'm pretty sure kenma's gonna keep that gossip until he finds it useful 👁👄👁 but since he finds it amusing I don't think he'll rat us out hahahah I bet that hot chick just swindled yamamoto for money 🥲 he always gives his girls fancy stuff to woo them or smth

oh poor bam! you must be really intimidated...I think if u gonna meet omi again better bring tobio-chan so you have someone to intimidate him in return xD whoa hahahaha I laughed when u said notice you as a girl hahahahah icic you're the network's queen bee now hahhaha

yeahhh I remember that you have that enemies to lovers w/ tobio since the first time you blogged abt him you said you kinda' not like him 🤣 but here we go our tobio-chan won your heart for whatever reason! I think it's because he gave u cookies that other time hinata stole it

andddddddd whaaaat 💘 my heart exploded with that SOULMATES 🙈 I rly think we gonna end up together and I hope he proposes to me during my bday 😩