#2.5k celly

[harlowhockeystick]

2.5k 🤯 WOW! Congratulation!!! 💜💜

Sending in a boy and a word:

Timo Meier + sinful.

Do your worst bby 😘

2.5k celly | warnings: smut (18+ MDNI), timo being really good at talking shit (dirty talk), timo has great hands, fem reader

"you look fuckin' sinful in this dress," he mumbles against the crook of your neck, his hands roaming over the silhouette of your body in the red silk dress you chose. he makes heavy, intense eye contact with you through the mirror.

with one arm he dips down as low as he can, pulling the dress up your skin slowly. you take in a deep breath as he gets closer and closer to your hips. bunching the dress, leaving creases in the expensive material, with one hand he holds it up right above your belly button and with his other hand he slowly slips it inside your lace thong.

"wanna watch?" you eagerly nod your head and he grins. his middle finger circles your clit slowly, "could eat you alive baby," he nips at your neck as he tucks his hand further into your core. the palm of his hand firmly pressing against your clit while his fingers test your entrance.

"you drive me crazy." timo's voice is drenched in lust as he feels himself grow hard pressing it against your thighs. you lean your head back on his shoulder when he dips his finger inside you and picks up the pace. he grins and begins to press his palm harder against your sensitive bud going in a semi circle motion. "you're so wet, all night yeah? thinkin about me? about this?"

you moan in response as sinful words leave his mouth. with his other hand he drags the dress up even further and pulling at your straps to expose your breasts. skillfully timo stretches dorm to suck on one of your tits while intentionally massaging your cunt to get you to crumble in his grip with your orgasm.

"cum on me baby," he mumbles while kissing up your body, "fuckin soak my hand like you know how," he goes back to making eye contact with you through the mirror. both of you are in such a haze that you can't even think straight, all you can think about is sex.

you clench your legs around timo's hand but it only edges him on. moaning in his ear, leaning over and taking his earlobe in his teeth you moan through gritted teeth, arching your back and your eyes falling back into your head. "fuck babygirl that's it, get my hand sticky please," he works you through your orgasm while he sucked on your sensitive nipple to get you crashing over him.

he felt you soak his hand, sinking to your knees and feeling him go right with you. timo's got you laying on your back on the plush bath mat, your dress bunched up around your rib cage, panties at your knees and timo kneeling over you as he licked everything you gave him off his hand.

"round 2?"

[oncasette]

thank you guys so so much for 2.5k! i’ve deffo been a lil absent from tumblr recently but i’m so glad so many of you have decided to stick around w me! i want to leave this open while i’m a lil busy so that i’ll have something to keep me motivated the next week & a half! so please, feel so free to spam my inbox!! open until may 13!

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[goldfades]

hii can u do a 🥭 fic on Emily after a long day

prompt: 32. "sit on my face"

evangeline's 2.5k celebration !! [open!]

─ warnings | nsfw under the cut! please read at your own discretion!!!! face riding and praise, nothing too flithy

all day, emily had been craving your touch. from the moment she woke up, she couldn't help but think about how much she missed you. the way your fingers would trace patterns on her skin, the warmth of your embrace, the way your lips would brush against hers in moments of tenderness ─ all of it felt like a distant memory she longed to relive.

throughout her day, her mind kept wandering back to you. she found herself absentmindedly touching her lips, remembering the softness of your kisses. she didn't know why she was feeling so needy, maybe it was the stress of the week or maybe just plain old horniness, she needed you ─ all of you.

and by the time practice ended and she headed home, emily was practically trembling with anticipation. the need to be with you, to feel your touch, was overwhelming, driving her forward with a sense of urgency she couldn't ignore.

she practically threw you onto the bed, her strength fueled by the intense desire that had been building up inside her all day. your eyes widened in surprise as she straddled you, her hands eagerly roaming over your body, desperate to feel every inch of you beneath her touch.

the air crackled with electricity as emily's lips found yours in a feverish kiss, her hunger matching your own. there was no hesitation, no holding back ─ just raw, unbridled passion igniting between you as you surrendered to the primal urge that consumed you both.

your hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as you lost yourself in the intoxicating heat of the moment. the world faded away, leaving only the two of you, entwined in a dance of desire that knew no bounds.

"fuck, ma." she groaned into your lips before she pulled away. "sit on my face, princess, i need you,"

it wasn't a statement, it was a demand. you whimpered as she caressed your face before getting off you, laying on her back as her hands led your hips toward her face. she'd barely touched you and you were already soaking wet and it would've been embarrassing if you weren't so damn needy for her.

emily didn't waste any time, her lips attached to your wet cunt as you moaned, your back arching. she let out her own sounds that vibrated through your body, adding the pressure you already began to feel in your stomach.

the pure bliss you felt was indescribable, it felt like the world had faded away into nothing as her tongue explored you. her hands were gripping your hips harshly as she pulled you further down on her lips and didn't have it in you to protest anymore ─ you knew she wanted this as bad as you did.

"oh my god," you cried out as you began moving your hips against her mouth. you glanced down at emily, her eyes already on your face as she ate you out like her life depended on it.

your legs began to tremble, your neediness evident in the way your lips were pouted and your eyebrows were twisted in concentration. you felt the pressure in your stomach go tighter, your head falling back as you kept letting out desperate moans.

your hips began to falter but emily was determined to make you cum, hard. she gripped your hips even tighter and began moving them, her tongue finding your clit as you let out a gasp at the new sensation.

"fuck, em!" you moaned out as the knot snapped harshly, your body shaking as you doubled over. "oh fuck,"

she kept her tongue inside of you until she was satisfied, your legs were shaking as you slowly got off her face.

"good girl for me, hm? such a good girl," she sat up and pulled your face in for a sloppy and needy kiss, you could taste yourself on her tongue as you let out a small whimper.

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[ilyasorokinn]

i’m still working on my celly blurbs, promise!

[rueclfer]

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[zablife]

Zablife Update

Quick post to let all my beloved Peaky/Cillian moots know I haven't lost my mind, I'm just a bit distracted atm with a new fixation so I've not been reading or commenting on your work as usual. I would apologize for all the Bikeriders spam, but it's actually lovely to feel so inspired again, along with discovering new writers whose work makes me positively giddy.

With that being said, I'll be slowing down after next week bc I'm gainfully employed once again! So for anyone bored of me, don't worry you'll be seeing less. It's actually a good thing tho as I get my life back on track, happier and healthier (60 days and counting, Yay me!)

Last bit of housekeeping, I know there are at least 3 requests to finish for my 2.5K celly and I promise to return to them soon! If you'd like to catch up on what I've already posted, you can read them here. Love and light ✨

[ladylannisterxo]

💝 <333 love u

Oh you!! I can't express how much I adore seeing you on my dash! I especially love seeing who or what you're obsessing over for the week or the month or what have you. Your themes are always top notch and I could look at them for hours (so frigging prettyy!!) and you're always down for a celly, whether it's your own or participating in someone else's. That being said, I love how supportive you are and I gotta admit, your reblogs on some of my fics have really gotten them out there and I appreciate you so much for that! But then there's your writing and you. are. AMAZING!! I stumbled upon your blog when ST4 was at its height and I'm so glad I did - I can't imagine what it would be like to not have you on my dash every day. I also saw your post the other day about almost being at 2.5k followers and oh my god, that is SO exciting and you deserve every single one and MORE!! You are super, stellar, amazing, beautiful and I just hope you know how much I adore you! 💕💕

[radioactivedotcom]

FOLLOWERS GIFT - sci-fi conversions part 2 [buy cc]

sorry for the lazy preview dkjnfskj

since i’ve no clue if/when i’ll actually do that cyberpunk/retro-futuristic diner build, i thought i’d go ahead and upload the conversions i’ve made so far. it’s a very eclectic set, will probably not interest that many people but... nonetheless, have fun w it! there’s a couple high poly items tho so ye’ve been warned ;)

you can find all items by typing [RDC] in the search box. none of the meshes/textures are mine, all originated from sketchfab, credits can be found in the items’ description box.

polycount + descriptions under the cut!

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CC list + polycount:

Cyberpunk Bike - 70k // found in misc deco

Diner Sign - 5k   // found in sculpture

Neon Dragon Mask - 10k   // found in wall sculpture

Neon Dragon Mask Mascara - 9K   // found in wall sculpture

Holographic Module - 55k   // found in misc electronics

Vandalised Bust - 15k   // found in sculpture

Cyberpunk Bust 01 - 10k   // found in sculpture

Cyberpunk Bust 02 - 7k  // found in sculpture

Gem Skull - 1k  // found in sculpture

Leaking Powercell - 6k  // found in misc lights

Sci-Fi Cooking Knife - 500  // found in clutter

Celly McPhoneface - 1.5k  // found in clutter

*Retro Robot - 10k  // found in clutter

PinUp Stereo - 1.5k  // found in audio (should be fonctional)

Tamagotchi - 2.5k  // found in clutter

Nuka Cola Quantum Vending Machine - 3k  // found in misc appliance

Nuka Cola Vending Machine - 500  // found in misc appliance

*Nuka Cola Quantum Bottle - 2.5k  // found in clutter

Nuka Cola Bottle Cap - 1k // found in clutter

Nuka Cola Gun - 1.5k  // found in clutter

*these 2 don’t slot on tables/shelves/etc. you need to use the brackets [ ] to move them up or down.

[tony-starkrogers]

rec week day four

For the cap-IM rec week 2019 day four: Fluffy Thursday! @cap-ironman

This list includes some classic favorites and some new works. Enjoy reading and be sure to show your authors some love!

Indecent Proposal by gyzym, Siria (T, 2.5k)

On the plus side, marriage is bound to be easier than proposing.

"death by coffee" and other search queries by @goodmorningbeloved (T, 2.8k)

In which Steve's feelings are hopelessly obvious through his Google searches. JARVIS decides to step in.

Stick With Me, Baby, I’m the Fella You Came in With by Annie D (scaramouche) (E, 10.6k)

During the final battle with Ultron, Tony kisses Steve for the first time. Afterward, he makes it clear to Steve that he was just running on adrenaline and not thinking clearly. Steve seems to accept it, but the kiss nudges open a door of possibilities, and the situation escalates.

The Trial Run by Annie D (scaramouche) (T, 13.8k)

Tony and Steve pretend to date, and enjoy it far more than they should.

A Hundred Times, Once by @festiveferret, SirSapling (E, 24.7k)

The shrill tone of his SHIELD beeper pulls Steve out of sleep and into battle. He fights robots, he fights Tony's shameless advances, he fights the exhaustion that threatens to take over him, drown him. And then the next morning, he wakes and does it again. Exactly the same.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Gained in Translation by Annie D (scaramouche) (T, 11.5k)

Steve returns to New York and meets Tony for the first time since they’d parted ways after the Chitauri incident. It’s a little awkward at first, but they gain a new rhythm, which is mainly based on their ability to surprise each other and prove those first impressions inaccurate.

Set between Captain America: The Winter Soldier and Avengers: Age of Ultron.

no matchmaking before breakfast by @elcorhamletlive (unrated, 3.4k)

“I don’t even find Steve attractive.” Natasha says, eyes following greedily every drop of coffee the machine pours, for once in her life genuinely unaware of the impact her words are about to cause.

Surreal, But Nice by @festiveferret (E, 26.8k)

Tony Stark never thought he'd ever meet Captain America, let alone have his underwear tumbling around in Tony's dryer mere minutes after he broke Tony's doorknob.

What even was his life?

Mister Fixit and the Mechanic by @mizzy2k (M, 40k)

An Iron Man 3 AU, wherein Steve was defrosted too early, and after a couple of lonely decades working for SHIELD, decides to retire and run a hardware store called Mister Fixit’s in suburban Miami.

Tony Stark, presumed dead, presumed not-Iron Man, needs to make some weapons to take on the Mandarin’s mansion. A non-chain store that takes cash and doesn’t ask questions is just what Tony needs.

Steve becomes intrigued by the mysterious mechanic that keeps buying things from his store, but when he becomes more aware of what Tony the Mechanic is up to, is Steve ready to be this close to the world of superheroes again?

Binary System by Annie D (scaramouche) (E, 13k)

Tony tends to be tactile with people he trusts. These days that list of people includes Steve, which is a good sign of the progression of their friendship. For his part, Steve seems to enjoy it as much as Tony does... until Tony goes a little too far.

absence makes the heart by fantalaimon (G, 4.8k)

“One night,” Tony says, and just flies himself bodily into one of the canary yellow beekeepers like a red and gold battering ram. “I ask for one measly night. One single goddamn night with my boyfriend—”

“Oh, is the boyfriend label on now?” Clint asks over the comms.

Momentary Paws (or, DO NOT WANT) by velithya (T, 16.8k)

WTF KITTEN

Get Some Now by Sineala (T, 10.3k)

Avengers Mansion has a mysterious feline infestation. Meanwhile, Steve just can't figure out how to ask Tony out on a date. And the thirteen teleporting cats sure aren't helping matters any.

Admiring the Scenery by Annie D (scaramouche) (E, 10.2k)

Steve’s used to people checking him out, but when Tony does it, it feels… different.

A Groove of Perpetual Motion by Annie D (scaramouche) @no-gorms (T, 26.7k)

Tony Stark’s pretty sure where he stands with Steve Rogers. They got off on the wrong foot on day one, and since then there’s been minimal tolerance and thinly-veiled dislike between them. Tony’s certain that this would never ever change, not even when he gains some unexpected new information that suggests that Steve’s feelings for him aren’t what he thought. Because it cannot be true. It’s impossible. Surely?

All I Want by @sineala (T, 2.5k)

Steve's not used to anyone spoiling him. But he's willing to let Tony try.

Check One by JenTheSweetie (T, 4.2k)

The important thing to know - and I mean really, the actually important thing - is that no matter what Bucky said, Steve was not flirting with Tony Stark.

(“Yes you were, you son of a - ”)

Steve has an annoying best friend. Tony has an elaborate plan. Sam has allergies. Bucky has no idea what's about to hit him.

Mandatory Fun by @captainneverever (T, 6.7k)

Steve loses a bet to Tony and has to go to Las Vegas for a fun-filled vacation. Or it was fun until people started thinking that they were married.

Tony Stark Defense Squad (Steve's Had Enough) by orbingarrow (G, 1.6k)

The Avengers are called in by the government to "discuss" recent events, but it turns into a game of Let's Bash Tony and Steve is so not cool with that.

Or, the one where Steve Rogers makes himself the President of the Tony Stark Defense Squad. Matching t-shirts to come later.

Our Personal Fairytale by pensversusswords (T, 2.9k)

In which there is a first date, a giant octopus, and Tony is scared of Ferris wheels.

Neanderthals In Tights (Also Known As a Football Game) by Wordsplat (T, 3.2k)

In which Tony supports Steve at his first big football game, with guest appearances by an exasperated Pepper and an embarrassed Bruce, because yeah, okay, maybe Tony's not really one hundred percent clear on the rules of this game. Why, exactly, are a bunch of neanderthals tackling his boyfriend again?

Aesthetic Appreciation by @theappleppielifestyle (M, 2.2k)

“Nice shirt, Stark.”

It’s Natasha, sounding strangely- smug, maybe?- for reasons Tony doesn’t much care to know.

“I know,” Tony says, not opening his eyes. He tilts his head back, lets out a satisfied sigh and rearranges himself on the chair. The sun climbs another inch of his abs when his shirt rides up with the motion.

Today’s a good day, Tony thinks contentedly, and continues sucking lazily on the popsicle.

don't know why it took me so long to see by @goodmorningbeloved (M, 11.2k)

“Oh, watch this,” Natasha says, propping her chin against her knuckles and turning a sweet gaze on him. “Tony, what’s it like dating a superhero?”

Tony bristles in irritation. “We’re not dating,” he snaps. “Captain America probably thinks he can get into anyone’s pants just ‘cause he’s got a mask, costume, and reputation, but not me, buddy. That shield? Gotta be overcompensating for something.” He adds, a bit petulantly, “Oh, and all that blue? Definitely more Steve’s color than his.”

- In which Tony is a genius in all matters except recognizing his boyfriend past a mask.

going on a ride by theappleppielifestyle (unrated, 6.3k)

"You want to take me for a ride on your motorcycle," Tony repeats, slow so he can process it as he’s saying it, "because you think my glasses are cute."

An Abundance of Heart by theappleppielifestyle (T, 14.8k)

Steve finds himself grinning, despite everything, because god, he didn't realize how much he's missed this- having someone to back him, people to fight around, getting caught and pulled to his feet.

Hell, even Stark's quips make his mouth quirk upwards slightly.

When I Think (Oh, it Terrifies Me) by celli (E, 8.6k)

Look, some mornings you wake up and little green men are invading New York City; some mornings you wake up and you can hear Captain America's voice in your head. Tony has been an Avenger long enough that he saves his freakout for important things.

Curiosity Changes Everything by @scifigrl47 (T, 6.5k)

Everyone in their life has had a little case of hero worship. A tiny crush on a celebrity. A teenage infatuation.

Dummy Stark-Rogers is not any different.

And the Mars Rover Curiosity is a stunning piece of tech.

Tony Stark Falls In Love With A Cat by shellhead (M, 6.8k)

When Steve goes missing, Tony ends up finding him at an animal shelter. Volunteering.

Like Gene Kelly in the Movies by lyra_wing (M, 11.4k)

Everything Tony Stark does is a dance. And it's super confusing for Steve.

[imaginethehaus]

Imagine Nursey is touch-starved, but a little insecure about it and Dex is uncomfortable with PDA (It's none of their damn business anyway)

Hey, I.....got carried away. Here is 2.5k of NurseyDex cuddling! Hope you enjoy!

- c.g.

Dex had resolved upon his return to Samwell for his sophomore year to give Derek a chance.

They’d finally had the impending blowout that’d been building all year, and it had been… revealing, challenging.

Things had been said on both sides that were -- not worth dwelling on. But, some of what Derek had said, voice raw, hair disheveled, eyes raging, no veneer of “chill” to be found, had been a wakeup call:

Will had a temper

Will shut people out - his classmates, his teammates, even his friends

Will seemed to openly support policy-makers that would keep his friends living in the margins

Will could do this because, whether he decided to own up to his bi-curiosity or not, Will was a white man

And while he’d called Nursey out on being a judgmental asshole, he’d also been a little floored by how raw, how hurt Nurse had seemed by Will’s standoffishness (dislike). It was jarring to realize that anything that he did even mattered to his d-man. He himself had been frustrated by Derek’s almost immediate disapproval, but everything about Mr. Andover-Manhattan had seemed to scream unshakable nonchalance.

But, by the end of their argument Dex had seen mirrored in Nursey’s eyes the same frustrating desire to be acknowledged and accepted that he was all too used to wrestling with himself. It was clear that Nursey had just had more practice hiding it than Dex had ever had to learn.

That look had pricked at Will’s conscience throughout the summer. Even after he’d apologized, he knew that something was going to have to change. He couldn’t justify causing anyone to feel self-conscious or unvalued, not if he was aware of it and could do something about it.

So, Dex had decided to just try with Nurse this year.

It meant he spent more time watching Nursey. Derek Nurse, he’d realized, would never willingly give away a weakness if he could (relatable, actually). So, if he was going to keep from losing his temper with Derek, he’d have to watch him. Watch for the glint in his eye that meant he was joking. Watch for the crease between his brows that meant he was tired. Watch for the biting of his thumb which meant he was nervous. Just watch him for any little sign of humanity that might make him make sense.

That’s why he noticed it:

The longing looks as Ransom and Holster snuggled...everywhere

The bittersweet edge to his smile when Shitty swooped Jack into an epic celly hug

The disappointment when Chowder pulled away during couch time to go hang out with Farmer

Dex, used to being around his own large and tactile family, recognized that familiar, touch-starved itch when he saw it.

It nearly drove him crazy last year, but his oldest sister had come down a few times for business and insisted on squeezing in as many sibling snuggles as she could.

But, Nursey doesn’t have siblings, and -- as awesome and supportive as their team can be -- it’s pretty clear that Derek’s not getting what he needs there, and that he’s likely too shy to ask.

Luckily for Derek, Dex’s sister doesn’t have a business trip planned for another few months and Dex, well, he likes efficiency. With one act he can 1.) stop watching Derek mope, 2.) meet his own snuggling quota 3.) maybe start mending the breach between them.

A year of roadies, shared classes, and group texting has taught him that Friday at noon is pretty universally acknowledged as NapTime™, at least among the SMH.

So, at 11:40, Dex changes into his softest sweats, his fuzziest socks, and the pre-laundered double-blended SMH tee he knows Bitty helped Lardo pick out, and heads over to Nurses dorm.

His timing is impeccable.

Nursey answers the door already groggy and cotton-clad. Dex barely gives him time to voice his confused query before pushing him backwards through the door.

“Dex, man, what the hell?”

Dex doesn’t even pause, just plops himself onto Nursey’s bed and starts pulling off his shoes.

“NapTime™, Nursey.”

After getting both shoes off and tucked neatly under the bed, Dex takes off his hoodie and throws it over the back of the chair by the desk.

“Yes, it is NapTime™. And you are here.”

Dex steals himself and looks up, meets Nursey’s very sleepy, very confused eyes. His lips twitch as he takes in the chill-less pout on his d-man’s face.

“Yes, Derek. To sleep.” He says it slowly. Nursey’s eyes narrow at the insinuation that he’s somehow the lost party here.

Dex merely shrugs and kicks his feet up onto the bed, laces his fingers behind his head and stares Nursey down.

He’s left Derek room on the inside of the bed, but the narrow twin bed the dorm’s come with mean that the only way they’re both fitting is for grade A snuggling.

Derek’s pout deepens as he tries to process what’s happening here, but Dex can see that either the invitation or the need to sleep is quickly superseding Derek’s needs for answers.

“This isn’t… You’re not gonna like… Gah -- You did come over here to sleep in my bed, right?”

Dex nods.

“And this isn’t a prank?”

“No, man.”

Derek’s eyes flick over Dex’s face before he nods and shuffles toward the bed.

“I don’t know what’s happening here, but you forfeited chirping rights when you crawled in my bed. And judgement. You don’t get to judge me for --” he waves his hands around ineffectually. His eyes are already starting to close again.

“Yeah, ok. No judging. Now, get in bed.” Dex tugs at Nursey’s shirt, and Nursey stumbles and then tumbles over and onto Dex. And, instead of shifting over and away, snuggles further into Dex’s shoulder.

“No judging,” he hears Nursey mumble into his shoulder.

Dex sighs, content, and pulls his other hand from under Derek to sink into Nursey’s curls.

“Good night, Nurse.”

Dex wakes up to the feeling of Nursey attempting to burrow even further into him, burying his head even further into the crook under Dex’s chin.

“Settle down,” Dex grumbles.

His only reply is a groan and a tightening of Nurse’s arms around him. His sighs, content, briefly believing he be able to settle back into sleep. However, it takes less than a moment to understand why Nurse had been trying to hide away.

“You gotta get it. Alarm’s just gonna keep ringing.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Me neither, but you set it for a reason.”

“Mmm. Study group.”

“For your chemistry class. You gotta go.”

Dex feels more than sees Nurse’s head pop up. He rests his chiseled (read: bony) chin on Dex’s chest.

“You’ve got that project due soon.”

“I know that. Why do you?”

“Because you’ve been whining about it in the group text. A lot.”

Nursey’s still in that sleep-vulnerable place where emotions flit unchecked across his face. Dex watches the surprise play out over Derek’s face, his green eyes finally narrowing.

“You never read the group text.”

“Wrong,” Dex clears his throat. “I never talk in the group text.”

“Mmm,” Dex can feel Nursey’s hum vibrating through his own chest. “So you’ve been lurking. Like a creep.”

And in the space of a three words Dex can feel the familiar burn of his own temper rising up. His cheeks burn. He’s not a fucking creep. The group just moves so fast sometimes, and the jokes get so barbed or so obscure that --

“Just like Jack, man.” Derek’s finally dislodged his bony chin from Dex’s chest to nuzzle one last time into Dex’s shoulder. “Just quietly collecting info on everyone only to come out of the blue with a wicked burn when least expected.”

Derek’s body unfurls into one long stretch that presses along Will’s side before he pushes himself up from the bed, a grin flashing across his face as he starts swapping out his sweats for jeans.

“Respect, man.”

Dex watches from the bed as Nursey pulls his oversized t-shirt over his head in one smooth motion. He shakes his head as he rifles around his dressers. The muscles of his back pull and bunch under bronze skin.

“Who fucking knew,” he hears Derek say, almost under his breath. “Will Poindexter, man of fucking mystery.”

Ridiculously chiseled abs disappear under a tight, white t-shirt. The t-shirt disappears under what’s surely a ridiculously expensive flannel.

Derek turns back to the bed where Dex has…..ridiculously been staring….unmoving.

“Feel free to stay as long as you want, man,” Derek says. He runs a hand through his curls. His shirt rises; he pulls it back down, covering the cut V of his hips over his jeans. “The door locks on its own.”

He spins, hip checks the dresser, curses, and grabs his bag.

“The door’s self-locking. And. Um. Thanks for the nap.”

Said door slams behind him.

Shared NapTime™ becomes a Thing.

The week after their first nap is tense. He keeps expecting Chowder to come flail at him about his mad cuddling skills or Holster to come clap him on the shoulder and ask if he can join NapTime™, too. But no one does.

He’s aware of Nursey’s eyes on him like they’ve never really been before, following him with a furrowed brow, probably waiting for the other shoe to drop, too.

But it never does.

And at 11:40 on Friday Dex knocks on Nursey’s door. He’s jumpy. Sleep-fuzzy, but antsy, bouncing on his feet.

“I can leave if you don’t want to,” Dex offers.

“Don’t. I mean -- I want to. I don’t know why you want to, but --” Derek pulls his door further open.

Dex walks past, shedding his hoodie. It’d gotten overly warm last time.

“It’s simple, Nurse. I need sleep. You need sleep. There’s this bed here.” Dex pulls his shoes off.

“We’re gonna ignore the part where you have your own bed?”

Dex lies down and tugs on Nursey’s t-shirt, so he does the tumble-cuddle down onto the bed.

“Mmhmm,” he hums. “We’re ignoring it.”

Derek tosses a leg over one of Dex’s and throws an arm around his waist, tucks his head into Dex’s shoulder and relaxes.

“Whatever, man. Man of mystery.” He giggles to himself before quieting down to sleep.  

And so, yeah, they nap.

Once a week at first, and then more frequently as hockey season starts up rife with intense practices, games, and roadies.

It’s their secret. A private indulgence that slowly starts to inform their public interactions. Nothing crazy just:

You don’t hold grudges against the dude whose curls you plan on finger-combing later

You don’t pick petty fights with your bro when there’s soothing back-scratches on the line

You speak up when you’re confused about a biting joke when it seems at odds with the soft smiles you’ve been accustomed to waking up to

You check in when you notice stress tensing your d-man’s shoulders

You develop little inside jokes when you’re stumbling sleepily around each other’s rooms, tripping over discarded sweats and shoes

You accept a profile on his Netflix account when --

Listen, needless to say, Nursey becomes a friend -- an adorably cuddly friend. Who turns out to be a complete dork. He was bashful smiles and sleep mussed hair. All cheesy lines (when not penning lines of poetry that send goosebumps up Dex’s arms) and clumsy limbs. It was revelatory to realize Nursey spent so much time artfully reclined because he could not keep himself upright and uninjured off the ice. It was probably to balance out his perfect fucking face.

Which...was not a problem for Dex. Not at all.

Nursey stumbles from Dex’s en suite (one of the few perks of living in the Honors’ dorm) and tumbles to the bed. Dex watches as Nursey kicks his sweats, long legs flail - flexing hard-won muscle. He flops when he’s finally gotten the last bit of fabric from around his ankle.

It’s clear that the last round of all-nighters and finals has left Nurse wiped.

“Deeeeex,” this can only be classified as a whine.

Dex smiles, but turns back to his laptop before he can succumb to the temptation behind him. Nursey may be finished with his all-nighters, but Dex still has one more in front of him.

“No can do, Der. One more project, and then I’m yours.”

Derek groans, but Dex hears him roll over and settle in anyway.

Dex stretches and gets to it.

He’s still got a blessed few hours before the sun rises when he finally crawls in bed. Nursey is deliciously sleep-warm and Dex curls right around him.

He’s met with an appreciative moan as Derek rolls over.

It’s customary. Derek sleeps on his belly -- well, half on top of Dex -- and usually flings an arm or leg (both, it’s usually both) over Dex.

What’s not customary:

“Babe,” Derek murmurs, pulling Dex in close. Derek’s hand sweeps up Dex’s side, caresses his neck, before burying itself into Dex’s hair.

Dex finds himself curled onto his side, Nursey’s leg wedged between his own.

“Will,” Nursey groans. Dex breathes the word in on Nursey’s breath. Nursey’s fingers combing through his hair send a shiver down his spine that leave him pressed closer to Derek.

“Missed you.” These -- these words are pressed into his mouth. Derek’s perfect mouth brushes against Dex’s with a sweet, aching softness before --

“Shit!”

“Fuck!” Dex screams, curling around his balls. “Dammit, Nurse. Stop flailing. Shit. Stop. Stop it. Please. Just -- give me a minute, yeah. But. Just chill for a sec, yeah?”

Nursey stops moving, finally. When will catches his breath, what he finds breaks his heart a little.

Derek’s curled himself into the smallest space he can, back against the wall, clearly trying not to touch Dex at all. He’s got his thumbnail between his teeth and, goodness, there’s fear in his mossy eyes.

“Derek, you gotta come here, ok. I’m sore and sleepy, and just, will you come here, please.”

“Will -- Dex -- shit. I’m sor--”

“Stop. Derek. You can apologize if it’s not something you want, and there’s some other Will-Dex you were thinking of. But, you know, on the off chance it was me -- come here, dammit.”

Nursey crawls over to lean just over Dex.

Gosh, he’s adorable.

Dex reaches up, sinking a hand into Derek’s hair.

“Dex, bro, I --” Derek’s face sinks into an anxious pout. “You’re a really good cuddler. And hot. And your body. Shit bro, I’ve been trying to be good, but -- don’t hate me?”

Dex huffs a laugh before forcefully rolling them over, careful to avoid Nursey’s knees.

“I gave up hating you, like, a whole 6 months ago. Keep up, Derek.”

Dex kisses the growing smile from Nursey’s face. His mouth opens beautifully, and for a time there’s nothing but the obscene slick and slide of Derek’s mouth, his tongue, and teeth.

It’s -- god, it’s fucking good. But.

He presses his forehead to Nursey’s and revels in the feel of Derek’s hands roaming under shirt. Skin to skin.

“You’ve no idea how much I want to follow this to it’s natural end, bro, but -- NapTime™ first?”

Dex grins.

“Mmhmm. Sleep first. This,” he presses a kiss to Derek’s forehead as they settle in. “This after.”

[harlowhockeystick]

sabotage with office!brock

2.5k celly | warnings: brock being cute and playful as fuck

office brock, my love <3

"you get the email?" brock asked you, rolling over to your desk in his chair. a second of panic ran through your vains, but then saw a grin that calmed the adrenaline. "emergency staff meeting? that's never happened. i've been here two years, never happened."

"what do you think it's about?" you ask, reading through the email with no details about the meeting. he sighed, resting his head on his hand that was propped up on the arm of his chair.

"dunno, maybe someone died." you gasped, slapping him on the arm. he chuckled, "what? what else would it be?" he said through a chuckle, "m'telling you, nothing like this has ever happened before. someone died. or killed someone." rolling your eyes you exit out of the email, continuing to your regular work. "what do you think happened?" he asked.

"i'd like to be more optimistic, so maybe...we're all getting extra vacation because we're all doing a really good job." you said with a half true half fake tone. he laughed out loud this time, rolling over to your candy drawer and stealing some gummy worms.

"golly- you are still new around here. i'd hate to sabotage your good thinking, but i guarantee you it's not that." giving him a degrading look, you kick his rolling chair away from your desk hoping he'd go back to his own to finish his reports. "hey hey, don't push me away." he playfully pouts.

he takes a pen from your cup and draws a couple hearts on your notepad, a star and a flower. it made you smile, looking up at him with a grin. "still on for tonight?" you asked.

he sucked in air through his teeth, a sly grin on his lips, "yeahhh, i got a hot date tonight actually. super hot, like supermodel hot." you roll your eyes again and push his arm off your desk, "you'd really like her. she has the same hair color as you, actually. same eyes, same height. she likes marvel too."

"mmm, she sounds like such a catch." brock picks up your hand and gives the top of your hand a kiss before rolling away back to his desk.

"oh, she definitely is."

[harlowhockeystick]

congrats on 2.5k! one word prompt = powerful with Nate. (Bonus points for dirty cop!nate🤭)

2.5k celly | warnings: dirty cop!nate, jerky jerk face nate, physical injuries, angst

"where the fuck do you think you're going?! i said come here!" nate barks at you, his voice booming down the street filling your ears, the only light coming from his led headlights of his patrol car.

you were growing quite tired of nate stalking you. everywhere you turned, every party you went to, every store you walked in he was there. waiting, like a prey watching it's dinner.

this time as you were headed to the next town over for a party he was waiting on the state highway for you. you'd added up all the clues and had come to the sum that he'd placed a tracker somewhere on your car and that's how he'd always be right there when you needed him and when you didn't. you'd had enough.

he pulled you over and right when he started to walk back to his car, you opened your car door and started to walk down the side of the road.

"no, nathan! you think you're so fucking powerful 'cause you got a fuckin' gun and a badge?! you're not!" turning around for just a second as cars zipped past, you see that he's also walking toward you. "i can't fucking stand you anymore!"

you started to pick up your pace, then something inside you kicked on and it made you start to run. your flats weren't the best shoes to run in on the side of the road, but you just wanted to get away from him.

just a few seconds later you felt his thick body tackle yours to the ground- at least he was nice and tackled you in the grass and not the pavement. tumbling a little your bodies rolled down the side of the ditch, his forceful hands coming to keep yours behind your back. grunts and curses spilled out of your mouth but he soon put his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.

"i am trying to help you!" he shouted, pale blue eyes staring into yours. in reaction all you could do was roll them, trying to relax a little. "this life you're living, thinkin you're so cool? not gonna get you nowhere, missy. nobody's looking out for you but me, ever think about that?" you took a heavy sigh and moved with him as he pulled you off the grass.

he walked you back to his car with your hands still pinned behind your back, thinking of how ridiculous you looked to the cars zooming past you two. he set you in the passenger seat of his car, then got your important things out of your own.

"we'll come back for it tomorrow."

he drove you back to your own house, and on the way there, you thought maybe he really did care. but you were fighting wars in your own mind, going back and forth between he does care, and, he's such a loser.

the soft touch he has and the pursed lips he wears as he cleans up the scrapes on your knees and face from his tackling makes you think he does care. how he whispers he's sorry when he cares for your wounds. when he brings you a pajama set and lets you change clothes in peace. maybe he does care.

maybe.

[harlowhockeystick]

☁︎♡ 2.5 k celly ♡☁︎

⎯ 2,500 of you!!!! i love you!!!! tysm for keeping up with me in my little barbie dream house as i come up with my little cute stories. i love coming here, creating, writing, talking, reading. everything! so, let's take this week to celebrate!

Ways To Celebrate:

- taylor swift asks: send me someone from my roster, and i will tell you what taylor swift song(s) remind me of him!

- one word prompt: from these list of words, give me a word + roster boy, and i’ll give you a blurb in return

- playlist: send me your name (or blog name) and i’ll give you a playlist based off your name

- moodboard: give me a scenario, you make it up, and i’ll give you a moodboard

celebrate with me from june 16th-june 20th ☀️ you can find my roster (people i write/take requests for) here

tagging mutuals to spread da word: @2manytabsopen @leafsbabe @nylwnder @eideticallys @misshoneyimhome

[harlowhockeystick]

Congrats on 2.5k J!!! Can I have some taylor songs that remind you of Mr William Nylander? - 🌙

2.5k celly

gorgeous - "ocean blue eyes, lookin in mine, i feel like i might, sink and drown, and die". willy styles, mr gorgeous himself. he's a player but he's loyal. he knows how to get ladies talking, but he knows that only one has his heart and that's you.

wildest dreams - "he's so bad, but he does it so well". like i said i get major player vibes but he's loyal. he knows what to do to make you jealous, he knows how to push your buttons but he easily makes up for it.

peace - "will it be enough, if i can never bring you peace". willy feels like with his job he's not enough. he's gone 80% of the time, he works long hours when he is in town, and the media is always talking and starting rumors. he fears he'll never be enough, but you're quick to remind him that he is.

[harlowhockeystick]

hi J big congrats on the 2.5k!!!

may I please get a playlist? for Hanna or leafsbabe whichever you prefer… ❤️

fo sho!!! lysm!!

h- honestly, hippo campus a- anything 4 u, lany n- next to you, little big town n- never been a captain, the barr brothers a- angel down (work tape), lady gaga

2.5k celly <3

[goldfades]

🥭 nika overstimulating reader but like shes nice about it LMFAO

evangeline's 2.5k celebration !! [open!]

─ warnings | nsfw under the cut, read at your own discretion! praise, overstimulation, fingering

"oh fuck," you cried out as nika's fingers delved into your soaking pussy, once more. you can't even remember how many times you'd came around her fingers, four, five times? maybe even six, you'd lost count at this point.

your head fell back onto her shoulder as she spread your legs even furthur, making sure you felt everything. she kissed all over your neck as you whined, trying to push her hand away.

you were overwhelmed, all your senses were heightened ─ you didn't even know if you could even cum again but you knew nika wouldn't stop til she was satisfied.

"too much," you whined as you tried to push her hand away once more.

she frowned as she shook her head. "you can take it, sweet girl. i know you can,"

"please," your legs began to shake as her fingers began to move even faster into your cunt, the sloppy sound echoing throughout the bedroom along with your cries of pleasure.

"you can take it, baby. know you can do it for me," she kissed your neck as you moaned, gripped the sheets beneath you two.

the familiar sensation began to grow in your lower stomach as nika's fingers kept thrusting into your wet cunt, drawing out more loud moans from your throat. a few more pumps and you were coming undone again, a borderline pornographic moan coming from your lips.

you were shaking, gripping the sheets and squirming to get away from nika's overwhelming touch. but she pulled you in closer, her hand moving to grip your thighs as she continued to finger-fuck you.

"one more, you can give one more, sweetheart," her voice was warm and smooth as you cried out. all you could do was nod as your head fell back further into her shoulder.

"it's okay, honey, just one more,"

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