#They’re all such a MESS I love them so much

[bloodibambiidoll]

I lost the ask but someone requested Rafe fucking weird!girl in the ass with a dildo while he fucks her based on this blurb.

Rafe being a possessive drama queen, weird!girl pushing his buttons, Rarry mention !!, talks of spanking/edging, degradation, double penetration(with a toy), unprotected sex, hair pulling, squirting 18+MDNI

“What about Barry?” You and Rafe are having a lazy afternoon, he’s watching the game while you get engrossed in another dark romance novel. This one is about two drug dealers and the scenes with them fucking the female main character have you clenching your thighs. Plus, you love any chance to rile Rafe up and get him a little possessive. He always fucks you until you can hardly see.

“What about Barry?” Rafe turns toward you with a raised brow.

“Ya know, you said you’d never have a threesome with me and another guy. But, what about Barry?” You say it so casually, like you didn’t just bring up fucking Rafe’s pretty much best friend. You visibly see his face turn red and if he was a cartoon steam would probably be coming out of his ears. You have to choke back a laugh because you’re joking. Mostly.

“You’re never fuckin’ seeing him again.” Rafe eyes are practically blue flames as he flares his nostrils and points his finger at the book grasped in your hands. “What’s that book about?”

“Rafe, I’m joking! I’m just fucking with you, calm down.” You can’t help but giggle at how worked up he is. “I just thought maybe you guys could finally fuck it out, is all.”

“WHAT!? I think you’re fuckin’ projecting.” Rafe’s eyes look like they’re going to bulge out of his skull and it just sends you into another fit of laughter. “Stop laughing at me or I’ll make you.”

“Oh yeah? I think you’re just mad because you wanna boy kiss Barry and I’m saying the quiet part loud.” You wiggle your eyebrows at him and he lunges at you, grabbing your book from your hand and tossing it across the couch.

“I think you’re fuckin’ making excuses and you wanna fuck him.” He cages you in with his arms, his face inches from yours.

“Rafe, baby, I don’t wanna fuck Barry, calm down.” You coo at him and grab his face, squishing his cheeks together. Your condescending tone earns you a hand around your throat and it makes you smile wickedly up at your boyfriend. You love pushing his buttons. “But you do though.”

“Oh my fuckin’ god! You’re being so annoying.” Rafe grits and squeezes your throat tighter but it only widens your smile. “You’re the one that’s so obsessed with having two dicks in you at once. Was fucking you with your little dildo once not enough? You just pissin’ me off so I’ll do it again?”

“Mmm, maybe.” You lick your lips and your pussy clenches at the thought. It’s Rafe’s turn to grin down at you wickedly, you wanna play that game? Fine, he’ll bite.

“Yeah, fuckin’ look at you, my greedy little whore.” Rafe pounds into you from behind, his thighs slapping against your own causing your ass to jiggle with each thrust. He’s holding your longest, thickest dildo in one hand, thrusting it in and out of your ass in time with the pumps of his cock. “No one’s ever touching these holes besides me. You’re fuckin’ mine.”

He lands a harsh smack on your already red, aching ass and it causes you to yelp and clench around him and the toy nestled inside you. He spanked you and edged you until you were a sobbing mess, begging him to fuck your holes.

“Say it. Tell me you’re my slut.” Rafe spanks you again and it has your toes curling while your drool drips down onto the Egyptian cotton sheets.

“I’m your slut daddy, only yours.” You whine and push your hips back against his, trying to meet his erratic thrusts. “Every inch of me is yours. Only want you.”

“Yeah, that’s fuckin’ right. You can have your little book fantasies.” Rafe pulls his cock and the dildo almost entirely out of you before slamming them back in at a brutal force. “But next time you bring another man up to me, you won’t be able to walk for a week from how bad I beat your ass. And maybe I’ll have to beat their fuckin’ ass too. Don’t make me hurt Barry, baby.”

“S-sorry daddy, won’t do it again.” You intentionally clench around him and he roughly presses your face into the mattress in response. He pumps the toy in and out of your ass as his cock bullies your g-spot and it causes your entire body to heat with pleasure.

“You gonna cum for me? Give it to me, let daddy feel your whore pussy gush all over his cock.” Rafe gathers your hair into a ponytail so he can pull your head back, using his grip on you for leverage as he fills you entirely over and over again. He flicks the button on the side of the dildo and it starts to vibrate and thrust itself faster into your ass. The added sensation has euphoria taking over your entire being. You gush around Rafe’s cock, your cum dripping from your pussy and down onto both your thighs. “Oh, that’s my good fuckin’ girl, squirt for me.”

“Fuck, daddy, m’so sensitive.” You whine as your legs shake but Rafe just chuckles before shoving your face back down into the mattress. He turns up the intensity on the toy and it makes you cry out as your body subconsciously tries to wiggle away from him.

“Oh, no baby. Where you goin’ huh?” Rafe grips onto your hip so he can roughly pull you back against him and hold you in place as he uses you like a fuck doll. “You can fuckin’ take it. Gimme another one.”

Rafe presses the dildo as deep as it can go into your ass and holds it there. It vibrates and twitches inside you, the auto thrust feature doing his job for him. He fucks into you with a brutal force that practically knocks the wind out of you. His hand snakes between your legs and he leans over you, covering his body with his own. The new angle has your vision practically going white.

“Oh fuck, m’gonna cum, gonna cum.” You babble and whine as your high washes over you, another gush of your creamy liquid dripping down onto the mattress. Rafe’s cock twitches at the sight and a few more pumps of his hips has him spilling inside you.

“Yeah, take my fuckin’ cum.” Rafe doesn’t stop fucking you until his balls are empty and his cock starts to soften inside you. He pulls the dildo from your ass and slumps over on the mattress, pulling you with him.

“God, that was so good.” You sigh as you look up at him dreamily and you aren’t surprised to see him pouting down at you. “What, you still grumpy?”

“I meant that shit, you’re never seeing Barry again.”

“Stop being so dramatic, Barry is my friend.” You roll over so you’re straddling him with a mischievous smile painted on your lips. “And you’re the one who wants to fuck him, not me.”

“Oh my fuckin’ god!” Rafe groans and throws his head back dramatically. “You’ve gotta quit that shit out. You wouldn’t have brought it up if you didn’t at least consider it a bit. What would you have done if I said yes?”

“I would’ve still told you I was joking because I was.” And you were. Mostly. You wouldn’t have turned it down if he agreed. Just as a one time thing. But that’s something for you to know and Rafe to never find out.

“Good. You’re mine and I don’t share shit.”

Tagging mooties & weird!girl lovers: @babygorewhore @eddiesxangel @cxrrodedcoffin @starkeysprincess @cameronsprincess @nemesyaaa @that-sarcastic-writer @rafeyscurtainbangs

Divider by @anitalenia

All things Rafe & his weird!girl here

[michellesneptune]

𐙚short astro observations (lowkey spicy, aka exposing myself)°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

i’ve noticed many women with heavy scorpio placements (especially sun) to be successful in scientific and medical fields. e. g. Marie Curie and Hedy Lamar, both bringing revolutionary ideas and discoveries to the world of physics, chemistry and technology. personally, i also know scorpio women passionately pursuing medicine! i think there’s something physical, deep and carnal in scorpios that makes them want to discover these things.

you should think twice before messing with someone that has heavy mercury in their chart while also possessing cancer placements. those individuals are extremely intelligent and sensitive simultaneously. thus, they will use their intellect to protect themselves no matter what. good luck winning with them lol, great manipulators.

idk if you’ve heard, but virgo placements are sooo kinky. virgos are associated with routine, practicality and health. but they’re connected to the earthy, bodily, primal pleasures more than others. they pay attention to things that others don’t. human biology=human sexuality, they find it oh so fascinating.

mercury in leo are great conversationalists! i love their big, warm energy. they’re down to talk about anything for hours. funny and charismatic, paired with significant virgo/gemini/cancer placements can gossip a lil too much… the type to know everyone’s business and secrets.

scorpio venus/8h are so insatiable and greedy in love (exposing myself rn😭) they want to posses all your thoughts, your feelings, know what you do behind closed doors. extremely afraid of betrayal, i feel like sometimes the anxiety might be a self-fulfilling prophecy🥲🥲 we sabotage ourselves a lot ok🥲

alsooo they’re said to be those super sexy dark femme fatales, but i just feel desperate and needy all the time and sometimes unable to be loved😭 pls help how do i unlock the divine feminine energy??

what’s surprising is that taurus mars (mars is in detriment in this sign) and cancer mars (mars’ debilitated here) are sooo giving in bed (i won’t tell you which one i am😶😶) they make for passionate lovers, they need to please.

thank you for reading, lots of love!

~Michelle

[landososcar]

tacky tree ; MV1

pairing(s) ; dad!max verstappen x leclerc!reader

summary ; in which it’s the most wonderful time of the year and the house is almost completely decorated – except for the most important part.

warnings ; probably incorrect translations, tacky christmas tree because they’re more fun! no use of y/n. not edited.

note ; it’s christmas season 🎉this is the first fic in my 12 days of christmas series! the masterlist with more details on the upcoming stuff will be out later (when i plan it all out lollll) enjoyyyy

“papa, when do we get to decorate the tree?” his son’s voice grabbed max’s attention and he immediately set down the fairy lights he was desperately trying to untangle.

max was trying his hardest to unravel the ball of string lights but it proved to be a harder task than what he had initially thought. his son stood in front of where he was sitting on the couch, impatiently waiting for the ‘go ahead’ to start putting his favourite ornaments on the tree, and max had to explain that “we can’t decorate the tree until we put the lights on, jules”.

a groan left the six-year-old boy’s mouth, he had been looking forward to decorating the tree the most of all. “grand-mère would have had the lights ready ages ago!” jules loved complaining – max often said he got his love for it from his uncle charles, and there was no real argument to the statement.

max chuckled softly at jules’ exclamation. “grand-mère also doesn’t have to deal with your sister trying to eat the lights,” he replied, glancing toward the corner of the living room where his four-year-old daughter was crouched. she held a tangled string of lights in her tiny hands, inspecting them with great curiosity.

“not eating, papa! i’m testing!” sophia chirped, her cheeks flushed pink with the excitement of the holiday season.

jules groaned again, this time dramatically collapsing onto the couch beside his father. “but we’ll never finish in time for santa to see it!”

“santa doesn’t come to check the tree, jules. he comes for the cookies and milk,” max reminded him with a smirk, “and to give boys and girls their presents.” max raised his eyebrows towards his son before continuing, “but only good boys who are patient,” he paused before getting up to save sophia from being engulfed by fairy lights, picking her up and putting her on his hip, “and good girls who don’t eat the lights for the christmas tree.”

before jules could fire back a sassy remark that would have reminded his father far too much of the boy’s uncle, a soft voice interrupted them from the kitchen. “have the two verstappen boys fixed the lights, or should i send in reinforcements?”

max turned to see you leaning against the doorframe, a tray of freshly baked cookies balanced in your hands. your warm smile was framed by loose strands of hair that escaped your festive headband. before you could continue to tease your boys, the six-year-old yelped, “mama! tell papa to hurry!” jules pleaded, scrambling to your side.

you laughed and ruffled his hair, setting the tray down on the coffee table. “let’s see if mama can work her magic.”

handing jules a cookie to keep him occupied, you sat where max was previously attempting to fix the mess of lights, and reached for the tangled lights. your fingers moved easily through the wires as you worked to untangle the mess, the cozy christmas scent of pine and cinnamon filling the air.

“mama is so clever, isn’t she?” max murmured to the girl on his hip, watching your nimble hands make quick work of the lights. sophia nodded quickly before leaning towards the plate of cookies as best as she could. 

max noticed her attempt at thieving a cookie and endorsed it by leaning down, her body still flushed with hers as she reached with both her hands, snatching a cookie. before the girl could begin eating her cookie, max caused her to gasp as he took a small bite from the cookie in her tiny hands.

“mama’s like grand-mère!” jules shouted back, his eyes wide with admiration, “they can both do anything ‘cause they’re the best!” jules declared, his face lighting up with pride.

“careful, jules, if you keep saying things like that, you might just end up on the extra good list this year,” you teased, winking at him as he beamed.

within minutes, the lights were untangled, and you handed them back to max with a triumphant grin, scooping sophia into your arms in exchange. “voilà. now, get to it, boys,” you said, tickling sophia’s tummy to make her giggle before continuing, “while they do the lights, soph, let’s go find your favourite ornaments!”

sophia clapped her hands excitedly. “the sparkly star! and the reindeer!” she squealed, pointing toward the box of decorations.

before the two of you could walk off, max wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close, “i’ll admit, we’d be lost without you.” he left a kiss on your lips and both children protested.

“eww!” jules groaned, covering his eyes with both of his hands, while sophia, in dramatic fashion, pushed max’s face away with her tiny palms. “no kissies!”

laughing, you pried sophia’s hands off max’s face and carried her toward the decorations. “alright, no more kissies—let’s get this tree looking like a christmas masterpiece.”

while max and jules worked on stringing the lights around the tree (with jules shouting instructions that max tried valiantly to follow), you and sophia rummaged through the box of ornaments. “look, mama! it’s papa’s car!” sophia said, holding up an f1 car ornament painted in red bull’s signature colours.

you chuckled, taking the ornament from her little hands. “that’s right! should we put it somewhere special so everyone sees it?”

sophia nodded enthusiastically, and you carried her over to the tree. “papa drives that car!” she announced proudly before making ‘vroom vroom’ noises, earning both a loud chuckle and an approving grin from her father.

“do you think santa will like it?” jules asked as he passed max another strand of lights.

“i think santa will love it,” max replied. “it’s not every day you see a christmas tree with an f1 car on it.”

once the lights were up – though slightly uneven, thanks to jules’ ‘supervising’ – it was time for the ornaments. sophia insisted on placing all the sparkliest ones together in one spot, while jules picked the funniest ones, like a snowman with sunglasses and a gingerbread man with only one arm.

“you know,” max began as he hung a cat ornament that similarly resembled one of their three fur children, “some people call this a tacky tree, but i call it... creative.” jules passed the other two cat ornaments to max, insisting that they need to be next to each other so they don’t get sad.

“it’s festive!” you chimed in, balancing sophia on your hip as she placed a glittery unicorn near the top of the tree. you watched as your son stepped back like an artist proudly admiring their masterpiece.

after the tree was completely covered in colourful decorations, max hoisted jules onto his shoulders so he could place the star at the top. “steady, buddy... okay, now!” the moment the star clicked into place, sophia clapped wildly, and jules raised his arms in triumph.

“we did it!” jules cheered, and max carefully set him down before pulling you and the kids into a warm group hug in front of the brightly glowing tree.

“best christmas tree ever,” max echoed, his voice soft as he kissed the top of jules’ head, then sophia’s, before looking at you with a laugh, “no kissies for you, sorry”. you couldn’t help but laugh and agree with your husband’s statement, feeling the warmth of your little family wrapped up in the magic of the season.

“best christmas ever.”

[retrosabers]

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬.

FICMAS DAY ONE- MISTLETOE

logan howlett x fem!reader

summary: marie is determined to get logan to kiss you under the mistletoe

contains: cute holiday fluff, marie and bobby being little shits, established relationship, swearing, teasing

word count: 1.8k

a/n: this was not supposed to be almost 2k words but i have a very bad habit of getting carried away when it comes to logan so…let’s hope i can actually commit to writing all these holiday blurbs! in the meantime, enjoy some wolvie sweetness <3

!! divider by @strangergraphics !!

FICMAS MASTERLIST

holidays at the x-mansion meant a few things.

helping put up the largest christmas tree you’ve ever seen, and decorating it from head to toe. each student and professor responsible for placing their favorite ornament on a branch.

spending your weekends cozying up by the fireplace with hot cocoa and your colleagues. basking in the warmth that had nothing to do with the glowing embers, but the company seated around you.

and last, but most importantly, less kids. since a fair amount of them returned home to spend time with their families, that meant fewer heads to keep track off, and less stress on your plate.

but of course, things could never be that easy.

the ones who remained, usually the older students, always tried their luck to see just how much they could get away with, under the guise of “being in the christmas spirit.”

last year it was the snowball fight that somehow made its way into the foyer. the year before that there was a wrapping paper prank that covered all four walls of the professor’s office with obnoxiously printed gift wrap.

both of which were unnecessary messes that irked logan big time. and yet, this year’s ordeal got under his skin in a way that was unparalleled to those prior.

and it’s all your fault, really. well, sort of.

somehow an innocent comment made in passing about always wanting to be kissed under mistletoe turned into a personal mission for marie. she was determined to help make your dream come true, and while the kindness of it all is incredibly sweet and heartwarming, she’s starting to get a little carried away.

logan liked the young girl. he really, truly did.

but if her and bobby didn’t stop this little charade, he was going to lose his mind.

all damn day the pair of teens were following him around every corner. whispering and giggling under their breath, forgetting that he could hear them from a distance away. he knows exactly what they’re up to, judging by the faux leaf decoration marie is doing a very poor job of hiding behind her back.

they’re trying to play matchmaker.

it’s something that would be the slightest bit endearing if he wasn’t already involved.

that’s what made the situation ironic. funny even. watching them scramble around to place the mistletoe whenever you and logan were in the same room. thinking they were single handedly going to be responsible for a love match that was already underway and had been for months.

you weren’t purposely keeping your relationship a secret. you just didn’t feel like it needed to be divulged to the team just yet. anyone with eyes however, could clearly see there was something going on between you and the wolverine.

hence the two young mutants trying their hand at playing cupid.

“you can’t keep barking at them all day,” you scold logan, who was shooting the iceman a warning glare over his shoulder. the blonde looks like a deer caught in headlights as he darts down the hall. “they’re just being kids.”

“gettin’ on my goddamn nerves is what they’re doing,” your boyfriend grumbles. his hard expression melts a bit when you affectionately card your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“i think it’s sweet.”

logan scoffs with a roll of his eyes, but it's clear he’s mostly messing around. he’s got a soft spot for the kids whether he wants to admit it or not, and he most definitely has a soft spot for you, which he’ll scream loud and proud. his eyelids flutter shut at the soothing scrape of your nails against his scalp.

“i’m waiting for you to starting purring one of these days,” you tease him in a low whisper. logan opens one eye, unimpressed. still, there’s a faint tug on the corner of his lips.

“whatever,” he retorts weakly, relishing in the peaceful moment. knowing you don’t get many of those around here, his hand stays snug against the small of your back, hoping he can keep you anchored for just a little while longer.

as much as you want to stay like this all day, both of you have things that need to be taken care of. logan deflates slightly when you pull away, hands ghosting around your torso before limply falling at his sides.

“duty calls,” you groan, as you look down at your watch to check the time. your next class started in five minutes, and you’d be setting a bad example as the teacher if you were late. “i’ll find you after?”

logan nods, debating on whether or not he should do what he’s thinking. you’ve shown affection around the mansion before, but with bobby and marie sneaking around, he didn’t want to give them a front row seat, especially considering no one really knew you were together yet. the last thing he needs is those two running amuck telling everyone his business.

although logan would be a liar if he said he could go without your kisses. because he couldn’t. not by a long shot, regardless of the circumstance.

just as he’s about to lean in, a loud noise sounds from the hallway. you exchange glances for a split second, protective instincts kicking in before you rush out of the room in a panic.

in a flash, you’re standing in the mansion’s entryway, logan with his claws out and you with your fists up ready to face danger. except there wasn’t anything alarming to be found. not a knocked over vase. not so much as a fly in the wall.

“what the hell was that?” you breathe, surveying the hall for any sign of what could’ve caused a ruckus.

“probably those damn kids again,” logan huffs exasperated, giving the room another once over before his claws retract.

you can’t stop the bark of laughter that makes its way out of you. logan looks back at you confused, but with a hint of a smile on his face.

“i’m sorry,” you snort, covering your mouth at the sound. “it’s just, you sound like such an old man right now.”

unamused, logan offers a blank stare, though you know there’s no real irritation behind it.

“i’m not sure who’s worse,” your boyfriend groans as he makes his way back toward the living room. “you, or the kids.”

“you know you love me,” you joke, following close behind. logan hums sarcastically, but deep down he knows it’s the complete and utter truth. he doesn’t have to say it out loud for you to know, and somehow his coyness about the subject manages to make you even more smitten.

your heart flutters from that notion, in addition to catching a glimpse of the mistletoe that’s now mysteriously pinned above the corridor.

it definitely wasn’t there two seconds ago.

a quick flick of your head back and forth to double check and make sure there wasn’t any prying eyes. bobby and marie weren’t very good at hiding, so when you’re not met with a chorus of stifled giggles, you know you’re in the clear.

a smug grin accompanies the airy call of logan’s name.

the man gives a sideways peek over his shoulder before spinning around completely, eyeing you with tender curiosity.

you stand in the doorway, teetering back and forth on your heels, and nod your head up in the direction of the ever dreaded mistletoe. an innocent flush on your cheeks that signals to him just how giddy you are over something so small.

and as much as logan can’t stand the cliche-ness of it all, he has no choice but to oblige.

because who would he be, if he didn’t do everything in his power to keep you this happy?

with faux annoyance, he stomps over to you, dragging his feet across the floor for dramatic effect. it only adds to your amusement, the sound of your laughter the most delightful noise he wishes he could bottle up and keep forever. when his large hands find their familiar place wrapped around you, any facade of indifference crumbles.

“m’gonna get those little shits if they’re lurking,” logan mutters playfully, your lips mere inches apart with how closely he leans in.

“just shut up and kiss me already howlett,” you whisper in protest, and that little hint of bossiness is all logan needs to surge forward and close the gap.

it felt exactly like something out of those cheesy christmas romance movies, but in the best way possible. the scent of vanilla and pine occupies your senses as logan’s lips move in tandem against yours. delicate and slowly, an always dizzying contrast to the brooding and rugged exterior of the wolverine. you melt like putty into his touch, arms encircling the back of his neck naturally.

there’s something sweet and syrupy that logan feels between his ribs when you shuffle around onto the tips of your toes to deepen the kiss even more. to find a way to get even closer, an impossible feat that physics won’t ever allow but you try anyway.

the only thing that could ever pull you away from this bliss, was the need to come back for air.

the sight of you, blushed and breathless, was always sure to make him swell with pride. in true hallmark fashion, a piece of hair falls in front of your face, and logan tucks it behind your ear without second thought.

“that live up to the hype?” logan teases, raising a brow up towards the ceiling, that sly smirk of his making you flush even more.

“maybe,” you quip back, pretending to mull things over in your mind before ultimately nodding your head enthusiastically.

and even when logan can sense the presence of bobby and marie looming nearby, he doesn’t fly off the handle with a string of swear words like he wants to. he can’t bring himself to rain on your parade just yet. though he should’ve known you’d beat him to the punch.

“they’re standing in the hall aren’t they?” you grumble against his lips, a hint of annoyance lacing your otherwise cheery tone.

“yup,” logan pops the last letter, shifting to give the pair a look that screams “i’m giving you a five minute head start before you get an earful.” they cartoonishly scamper off, the sound of bounding footsteps up the staircase filling the room.

you pinch the bridge of your nose, the bubble of this perfect moment popping at the thought of what the rest of your day was going to entail now that the mansion’s biggest blabbermouths caught you kissing.

“we’ve got about 10 minutes before the entire state of new york knows our business.”

logan’s laugh rumbles against you, sending delightful vibrations throughout your body. even with the irritation that pricks at the both of you, there’s an underlying sense of content that can’t be ignored.

“i say it was worth it.”

“yeah?” you whisper, eyes searching logan’s for some sign of jest or sarcasm. surprisingly, they’re full of sincerity, and it only adds to the warm and fuzzy feeling spreading across your skin.

“yeah,” he hums, gingerly cradling your face as he presses your lips together once more.

later, after you scold marie for being a meddler, you’ll be sure to thank her for helping give you one of the most memorable kisses in your entire life.

thanks for reading! <3

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[moonstruckme]

hi! congratulations on 8k! i know no one who deserves it as much as you! i hope you are having a lovely day. just wanted to request this if it hasn’t been done before:

hot cocoa☕️; ‘coming home’ with james

the way you write is so soft and gentle and reminds me of when my mom would dump laundry that just came out of the dryer on me as a kid so thank you so much for being a source of comfort to me:)

thank you either way!

Oh that's the best feeling, thank you so much!

cw: vague mention of reader's "friends and family," which in my head could mean chosen family, I tried to keep these people very obscure so sorry if that makes the writing feel unnatural

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 857 words

James watches you with an odd sort of pride as you navigate the contours of a beat-up road on instinct and memory.

You’ve become more obviously familiar as your little road trip has gone on. It’s endearing, your posture changing and fingers sure as they turn the dial to a radio station you must know; you’re getting closer to home. James rolls down his window and breathes in the scent of dogwood trees and wet soil, and he imagines you smelling these things every day for so long they became a part of you. You curve around a pothole so naturally James doesn’t think you’ve noticed yourself doing it. 

He realizes the wind is messing up his hair, and puts up his window quickly. 

You notice his unease. “What?” 

“They’re going to think I’m a mess,” he says, flipping down the visor above his seat to fix his hair in the mirror. It always looks disheveled, but he was hoping to have it less so to meet your friends and family. 

You laugh. The sound relaxes James some, light and sweet and all things lovely. “They are not,” you say. “You’re going to charm the pants off of everyone without even trying, and then they’re going to vote to replace me with you.” 

He grins, slotting a piece of hair behind your ear that had come loose when he’d let the wind in. “I wouldn’t let that happen to you, lovie.”

“Not sure you can help it.” You look at him sideways, teasing. “Everyone falls in love with you instantly. I’ll seem bland by comparison.” 

This is something you’ve repeated often since inviting James home with you—not the part about you seeming bland, which is the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard, but about everyone liking him. You have an unshakeable faith in his ability to get on with people. The word irresistible has been employed once or twice, and James doesn’t have the heart to correct you (Sirius’ parents seemed perfectly able to resist him. Argus Filch would probably still have James’ bollocks in detention if it were in his power). Every time he’s suggested you might be biased you’ve waved him off. 

Still, James isn’t very nervous. He’s going to meet the people that have been your home; loving you is something they’ll all have in common. 

“You could never be bland.” He leans over to smooch your cheek, chuffed when it squishes with a smile with your eyes still on the road. “Anyway, if they try to excommunicate you I’ll only go with you.” 

“Will you?” you ask, pleased. 

“Course. You’re my favorite.” 

You make an amused humming sound, reaching for his hand. Your fingers are cold, and James sets about warming them, rubbing his thumb over yours. “It’s that sort of sweet talk that’s going to have you sitting in my spot at the table by dinner,” you say, “just you watch.” 

“We’ll sit in it together,” he replies, stroking a line down to your wrist. “That’ll show ‘em.” James probably shouldn’t be talking about your people like they’re antagonists already, but he’s gotten distracted by the sweet bit of skin where your long sleeve has slipped up your wrist. He leans down thoughtlessly, pressing a kiss to the intricate linework of veins showing beneath your skin. 

James comes from an adolescence of dorms and locker rooms. Having had multiple serious conversations fully naked, nudity doesn’t tend to phase him. He is, however, an eighteenth-century gentleman for you and only you. The delicate bumps and creases of your wrists and knees make his heart flutter in a way he has to imagine is medically dangerous. 

These are feelings he’s going to have to get a handle on while meeting the people you grew up around. 

James sighs. “I should have brought a dish.” 

“Don’t,” you chide. Your fingers tighten on his, squeezing reassuringly. “You didn’t need to bring anything, there will be too much food anyway. Are you really still nervous?” 

“Not very,” he admits. “I do want them to like me, though. And…don’t get after me for chauvinism or anything, but I want them to think I’m taking good care of you.” 

You slow down at the side of the road, and for a second James thinks you’re stopping to console him, but then he sees the line of cars parked in front of you. You’re here. 

You turn the car off before taking off your seatbelt, turning to face him. “You take very good care of me,” you tell him, soft and kind with your hand on his cheek. “You don’t need to worry. They’re going to love you for all the same reasons I do.” 

James raises his eyebrows. “I’m not taking my shirt off for them.” 

Your eyes sparkle beautifully when you laugh. “Maybe not those reasons. But really, when has anyone not liked you?” 

“I could make you a list…” 

“It’d be exaggerated.” You roll your eyes, kissing him once before reaching into the backseat for your bag. “Ready?” 

James smiles, the warm impression of your lips still tingling on his. He'd go anywhere you asked him to.

[honey-flustered]

Kinkmas Day 1: Shared Girlfriend

Steddie x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sharing is, indeed, caring.

Warnings: established relationship, mentions of threeway activities, steve and eddie friendly competition for your praise, college!au

A/N: was in the drafts for kinktober so instead it’s christmas goodies instead 🎄

“Thank you so much for carrying my books for me, Eddie Bear. You’re so sweet.” You say with an adoring smile that immediately makes him putty in your hands.

“Anything for you.” Eddie replies dreamily, a dopey smile on his face while his love-stricken eyes refuse to leave your face. He mindlessly unloads your books into the locker, missing the entrance by a long shot as the books fall to the floor. It doesn’t register to him it seems because he continues to put away imaginary books oblivious to the mess he’s made of your things.

You giggle, shaking your head at him a little bit. “You’re so silly.”

Just as you were about to crouch down to collect the books, Steve swoops in and picks them off the ground for you.

“Allow me, princess, we don’t want you lifting a finger. Especially me.” He shoots you a dazzling smile.

“Funny you say that considering I was the one carrying all the books. Not you.“ Eddie mutters.

“Oh, so carrying her backpack and her lunch means absolutely nothing? My girl needs her #2 pencils and a balanced meal and I was able to protect them.” Steve defends.

“You’re right. My girl does need those things,” Eddie emphasizes by dropping a heavy hand down onto Steve’s shoulder. “Thank you for your service. You’ve been honorably discharged, soldier.”

“I’ll go once I get a kiss from my princess,” Steve shrugs off Eddie, stepping towards you. He bats his puppy-dog hazel eyes and pouts. “May I get a kiss?”

“Of course, baby.” You consent, grinning. Then, you’re leaning in, pressing your soft lips against his own. Fireworks burst behind Steve’s eyelids and he feels like he’s about to takeoff like a rocket.

You pull away, doing your best to wipe the excess of your lipgloss from his lips. Steve licks it instead, savoring your taste.

“Mmm, cherry.” He says, eyes just as dazed and love-stricken as Eddie’s once were. But Eddie’s eyes could only carry anger after the display before him.

The boys had no issue sharing you. Hell, the day they both laid eyes on you they were adamant that neither would back off from pursuing you regardless of their close friendship. Two-in-one confessions later, an intense three-way make out session—among other things—and you three decide to make the arrangement official.

Everything has been great…up until Eddie and Steve became a little competitive when it came to receiving praise from you. They’re BIG on praise. Words of Affirmation and Quality Time are their love languages. So, of course, when one would receive any kind of congratulatory words or praise, the other would go to even greater lengths to receive the attention as well.

Eddie touches his index fingers together, feigning shyness. “I get one too, right?”

You laugh. They’re both so cute. “Yes, Eddie Bear.”

You press your mouths together and both end up smiling into the kiss. When you pull away, Eddie takes a moment to reopen his eyes before they’re boring into yours.

“I love you.” He says with a dreamy sigh.

“I love you, too. Eddie Bear. And I love you, Big Boy.” You say, winking over at Steve then checking the time on your phone. “I have to go. My professor’s a real stickler for being on time and makes it everyone’s problem when we aren’t.”

“I’ll be counting down the seconds until we meet again, princess.” Steve says, taking your hand to place yet another kiss on your skin; his eyes never leaving yours.

“Pretty smooth, prince fucking charming.” Eddie thinks.

But he believes he can do one better. He may not be a gentleman but it’s not like you ever needed that from him anyway. Taking the same hand Steve kissed, Eddie places his lips over the same spot before tracing his lips up along your ring finger. He notices the slight shiver that courses through you, goosebumps rising along your soft skin. A chaste kiss is press along the soft pad of your fingertip, his tongue briefly tasting you.

“That should hold me until your return,” Eddie says, licking his lips before shooting Steve a shit-eating smirk. “Don’t be too long though or I’ll have to come in and get you myself.”

You nod in a daze, reluctantly parting from them while awkwardly stumbling into class; your knees buckling.

“You little devil.” Steve says with his arms crossed.

“Oh, you love it.” Eddie gloats.

[teenidlegirl]

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꒰⠀⠀⟡⠀.⠀military!miguel⠀𝓍⠀fem!neighbor!reader⠀.⠀⟡⠀⠀꒱

‧ ִ ۫⠀♱ 𝓢𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. after dating for several weeks, miguel wants you to meet his military buddies. although you’re thrilled to meet them, you want to push miguel’s buttons a little at the bar.

‧ ִ ۫⠀♱ 𝓒𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. fluff, teasing, swearing, pet names, smut, shower sex, fingering, breast play, praise kink ( mdni )

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it’s been a blissful few weeks.

thriving at your job writing top stories for articles, reading that new murder mystery book which recently came out, hanging out with friends, spending time with miguel and having amazing sex.

damn, it’s never been this good in a long time. like a really long time. you feel very grateful.

right now, you’re laying in bed with the man you adore. his muscular arms wrapped around you as he peppers kisses all over your face.

“miguel!” you giggle, trying to block his kisses with your hands, squirming in his arms.

“let me kiss my pretty girl.”

your cheeks warm up at his compliment. “no! i look like a mess.” you cover your face with your hands, hiding from him but mainly to hide your bashful face. “i got morning breath and my hair is all screwed up.”

that makes miguel stop immediately and looks down at you in disbelief. a frown settles on his face. “you’re not a mess, preciosa.” he actually is in disbelief that you think of yourself like that.

he adores you in any way, no matter what. morning breath, messy hair, miguel loves it all.

leaning closer, miguel gently tries pry your hands away from your face but he gets a whine instead. “preciosa… lemme see you, por favor.”

you can feel his breath against your hands. that soft tone makes you weak. god, he’s just so-

“lemme see my pretty girl, please…”

is it possible for your cheeks to burn? because this man is making you a bashful mess. you feel like a teenage girl gushing over the boy you’re crushing on. how can you deny that sweet plead?

very slowly, you move your hands away from your face. just revealing your eyes.

“need to see more, chula.” miguel teases.

you roll your eyes as you continue lowering your hands until they’re completely off your face.

“there she is.” a genuine smile on his face, pleased to see your pretty face completely. “mi niña preciosa.” without warning, he smothers your face with kisses.

“miguel!” you squeal, squirming underneath him.

laughter and squeals fill the room as his kissing attacks continue. miguel gives you one final kiss on the lips but deeper and longer this time. you reciprocate and cup his face with a hand.

“you look pretty wrapped in my sheets.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes. “of course, and i thought i looked pretty in the sunlight.” much sarcasm.

miguel grins. “you do, you always look pretty.”

another eye roll as you feel heat rise up in your cheeks again. “you look pretty too.” a smirk grows on your face as you watch his eyebrows rise in surprise.

now his cheeks are warm. it’s not often he gets called pretty, mainly handsome or sexy, which isn’t the best compliment. but being called pretty is just different, especially coming from you. his heart flutters.

“you… estas loca.” miguel finally speaks before leaning in and kissing you once again.

you two stay like that for a bit, kissing and embracing each other which feels like eternity. wishing you could remain like this indefinitely.

all of that kissing requires a break for air. parting your lips from each other, you shift positions on the bed where now you and miguel lay on your sides facing one another. one of his arms wrapped around you.

your eyes wander over his features. those plump lips, sharp cheekbones, the curve of his nose, those gorgeous brown eyes, and thick brows. but you notice those brows seem to be furrowed a little. his eyes don’t meet yours, instead off to the side.

he’s thinking.

“what’s up?” you bring on a hand to cup his cheek, bringing his back attention to you.

“nada, i…” he trials off for a moment, thinking. you remain patient, allowing him to take time to think. “well… i’m planning on meeting up with my buddies from the field tomorrow at a bar.” those brown eyes meet your own. “¿quieres venir conmigo?”

he watches your eyes sparkle. a wave of excitement courses through you. miguel has briefly mentioned his military buddies previously. three other men named ben, flash, and kaine. you always wonder about if you’d ever get the opportunity to meet them. perhaps you could with this proposal.

a smile creeps up on your face. “i’d love to.”

your answer makes his heart skip a beat and cause miguel to smile as well. “that’s great because they have been dying to meet you.”

your eyes perk up. “really?”

he chuckles at your cute reaction. “claro, they won’t stop asking me when they’ll get to meet you.”

“ohhh so you’ve been talking about me, huh?” you wiggle your eyebrows teasingly.

“cállete.” miguel chuckles, rolling his eyes.

“well, i’m dying to meet them too.”

miguel is filled with glee, thrilled for you to meet his buddies and for them to meet you to see how incredible you are. they’re gonna love you for sure.

⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂃 ୨ ₊ 𓂃 ౨ৎ   𓂃 ₊ ୧   𓂃

the day has come for you to meet miguel’s military buddies. you decide to wear a simple mini black dress with matching platform boots. you wanted be a little devious, wear something that would make it hard for miguel to keep his hands to himself and eyes from wandering a little too far. you wanted to push his buttons a little tonight. the mini dress was truly mini since it barely reached over your ass. showing off your thighs and most of your legs. your outfit seems to work it’s magic as miguel’s eyes dilate immensely the minute you step out the door.

his mouth waters at the gorgeous view before him. breath caught up in his throat as he drinks in your appearance. captivated by how the dress hugs and outlines your curves graciously. the man is utterly speechless, mesmerized by your beauty. you always manage to take his breath away effortlessly.

“you look… you look amazing.” his eyes can’t stop from raking over your form.

“gracias, guapo. you too.” you flash him a smirk, wrapping your arm around his after locking the door.

miguel wears a simple navy blue shirt with a bike jacket over it and dark denim jeans. maybe jeans wasn’t a smart choice since he feels them a little tight since he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“puta madre…” he curses at the sight of exactly how short your dress is as you walk in front of him heading towards the bar once you arrived.

barely covers your ass, almost peaks out. the swaying of your hips don’t help either but you definitely do that on purpose, teasing him more.

the tightness in his jeans grows much worse but he seriously can’t afford a boner right now. especially not in front of his friends or in public. but miguel believes this is only gonna get worse. you got something planned for him and he’s scared. miguel takes a deep breath before catching up to you.

entering the bar, there is a group of three men and two women. the men waving a hand in the air, one of them calling out to miguel. you and miguel share a smile before making your way over there.

“well, well, well.” the dirty blonde man with a buzz cut who was waving at you approached with a grin on his face. “el guerrero in sight.”

“nice to see you too, huevón.” the two men chuckle before sharing a quick embrace.

“¿el guerrero?” you smirk.

“my nickname.” miguel confirms.

you recall that nicknames and code names are used in the military. miguel’s nickname seems fitting, he definitely is the warrior type.

the other two got up from their seats and follow suit, greeting miguel with dabbing up and quick hugs. miguel turns to you, a hand on the small of your back, and introduced you to his friends.

the dirty blonde is flash. the blonde, broody one is ben. the brunette with a stubble is kaine, a cousin of peter (for plot sake, calm down comic nerds).

“so this is the girl who you’ve been tripping balls over.” flash teases which earns him a shove to the arm from miguel. “nice to finally to meet you.” he smiles, you say likewise. “this is my wife stacy.” the blonde woman strolls beside him.

“hi! it’s so nice to meet you!” she greets you sweetly, offering her hand to shake which you take.

“you too!”

“this is lena, kaine’s fiancé.” a brunette woman approached with a kind smile, introducing herself.

“it’s nice to have another woman in the group.” she jokes, shaking your hand.

“well, i’m glad. i was worried i was gonna be alone with wild animals tonight.” you joke.

“oh no, honey, we got you. someone has to keep an eye on them.” stacy laughs.

“by the way, you look gorgeous. that dress is amazing.” lena compliments you.

you smile with glee. “oh thank you! got it from cider.”

“no way! i shop there too!” she smiles.

the three of you engage in your girl talk, to invested to notice miguel admiring you from afar. a soft smile on his face as you gossip with your new friends. pleased to see you smiling, happy.

you all finally sit down and continue your conversations. miguel beside you, a hand on your thigh, gently rubbing and groping the soft skin as you engage in your conversation. although, it’s a little difficult to concentrate when miguel would slowly glide his fingers up your inner thigh before moving them away, leaving you a little disappointed. from your peripheral, he has a smirk on his face.

oh he wants to be like that?

well, you have something planned for him tonight.

here in the bar, not at home. why else would you be wearing this short ass dress? to tease him, duh.

after much chitchat, stories about the boys’ adventures and life-and-death situations, funny memories, you decide to play some pool. it starts off as men vs women, which resulted in the women winning. then it was couples vs couples, even though ben was a single pringle, he was still included and teamed up with flash and stacy.

after several rounds and beer, everyone needed to use the restroom. you and miguel stay and continue playing while waiting for them.

perfect, it was you two alone.

now your plan is in effect.

sassy mode is switched on. you feel miguel’s intense gaze as you slowly walk around the pool table, as if not paying attention to him. a smile creeps up to your face once you stand in front of miguel, your back to him, before bending over the table at a slow pace. arching your back more than usual and making sure your ass sticks out. the hem of your dress rises, revealing your black lace panties to his eyes.

“fuck…” he curses quietly at the sight of your exposed panties, your round ass. that boner returns, straining in his jeans that become a bit too tight.

that’s your plan.

it’s worse this time. cock suddenly throbbing in his jeans, desperate to be free of its confinements and slip pass through your probably now slick cunt.

miguel sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth then slowly walks up behind you, brown eyes never leaving your ass. a quiet groan escapes his lips as his clothed erection is pressed against your ass. cock twitching at the sensation. the denim fabric against your skin. his hands instinctively latch onto your hips. you pay no attention to him as you prepare to take your shot. although, you can’t deny the rapid beating of your heart and throbbing pussy.

“ay, hermosa… you’re driving me insane tonight.” miguel whispers, leaning over your smaller figure. “you trying to kill me?”

you shrug, acting oblivious. “i don’t know, i’m just here playing some pool.” oblivious and innocent contrasting the sinfulness of your actions.

“no me jodas, preciosa.” he bites back a groan as your hips wiggle a little, playfully grinding his throbbing erection. the grip on your hips tighten.

“i’m not, hermoso.” you say innocently, continuing wiggling your hips to tease him more. “but you can help me with taking my shot.”

miguel indulges in your game and helps you. leaning over until his firm chest is pressed against your back. his larger hands on top of your smaller ones, holding the stick together. his hot heavy breath beside your ear. hard cock against your throbbing pussy.

part of you wants to flip around, smash your lips on his and let miguel fuck you on the pool table. but the last thing you want is to get kicked out of the bar for eternity and ruined the night.

just gotta maintain patience.

your bodies are synchronized as you take your shot. moving together in harmony like in the bedroom. miguel’s broad muscular figure pressed against your smaller form, swallowing you whole. oh you just love feeling him against you, craving him endlessly.

“thanks for the help.”

“no problem.” his baritone voice against your ear, making your pussy quiver.

god you want him to take you right here, right now. usually you’re a patient person but now it’s biting you in the ass, pun intended. with miguel and sexy moments like this, it’s impossible to be patient. the man drives you crazy as you do him. finally, you turn to the side and lock eyes with him.

oh fuck, you’re done.

the tension intensifies the moment you locked eyes with one another. oh now you really wanna kiss and fuck already. neither of you felt this needy, but that proves the adoration you harbor for each other.

“is it weird to fantasize about being fucked on a pool table?” you whisper jokingly, lashes fluttering.

“no but i don’t think it’s best in public.” miguel whispered back, hot breath fanning your face. his thumbs rubbing gentle circles on your hips as his eyes flicker between your eyes and lips.

before you could indulge in that fantasy, your hear footsteps approaching which makes you and miguel immediately pull away from each other. him taking a few steps back, discreetly adjusting his boner in his jeans so no one could notice. you fix the hem of your dress with a hand, covering yourself. your friends return and continue playing. you and miguel pretending as if you weren’t thinking about fucking on the pool table. although the spiciness was ruined, you send a wink at miguel across the room, signaling that the fun will continue later.

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it was a great night. finally got to meet miguel’s friends from the military and their partners. made new friends with the said partners and created a group chat titled ‘the special ops girlies’ which you came up with the name. played some pool and learned a few tricks. successfully managed to give miguel multiple boners. almost gave into your intrusive thoughts about fucking on a pool table.

now you couldn’t wait for the fun at home. but instead of eating each other’s faces off and rushing to the bedroom, you causally enter your apartment without intense eagerness. miguel helping you take off your shoes and taking your hand in his as you enter the bedroom, recapping about tonight’s event.

it was suggested to take a shower together. after stripping off each other’s clothes, miguel helps you step into the shower with a hand then follows you, sliding the glass door shut after him then wrapping his arms around your waist. your body immediately relaxes as the warm water hits your body, leaning against miguel’s solid chest. eyes closed and humming softly as you two relish this peaceful moment in this tiny space.

you begin washing each other. miguel’s thick fingers gently digging and stretching your scalp as he washes your hair with shampoo. you do the same to him, miguel slightly bent down to help you reach his hair. the sight makes you laugh. taking turns scrubbing each other’s bodies. miguel first then you. he crouched down scrubbing the load over your legs, hiking it up to his face and press gentle kisses on your inner thigh. a soft smile emits on your face as you look down admiring your handsome lover.

things briefly spice up as his kisses slowly trail up towards your heated core. your breathing gradually increases the further his lips travel upward. a feeling of disappointment hits you abruptly when his lips move away. opening your eyes, you notice the smug ass smirk on miguel’s face.

“¿que paso, bebita?” he chuckles at your cute glare.

you raise a brow, unamused. “hilarious, man.”

that elicits another chuckle from him. “just showing affection.” his calloused hands find your hips and gently tug you closer towards him.

“riiiight.” much sarcasm in your tone, giving him a skeptical look which he grins in return.

“also payback for early.”

“ah, but you enjoyed it though.” you say teasingly, placing your hands on his chest.

those bulky shoulders shrug. “sí pero…” he leans closer, making you crane your neck up ever more. “doesn’t justify the several boners you gave me.”

you knew he was gonna mention that. addressing the elephant in the room, or bathroom more accurately.

it was your turn to shrug. “don’t blame me for your body problems.” turning around, you face the shower nozzle and bask in the warm water, ignoring the slightly tight grip on your hips.

you can’t hold back the smile forming on your face as you feel pulled back more firmly against miguel’s chest. not to mention his boner against your back.

“but you are to blame, preciosa…” his tone lowered an octave, deep and seductive, making your core quiver. “bending over that table and flashing those pretty panties where anyone can see…”

you suddenly feel a hand slowly reaching towards your inner thigh, making you shiver. you pretend to not be phased by his touch but it’s impossible when he inches closer towards your now heated core. throbbing terribly with want and desperation.

“but that’s what you wanted, huh preciosa? wanted my buddies to walk in and see your panties?” he smirks when your body jerks slightly as his fingers tease your slick folds mixed with the water.

you bite back a soft whimper and close your eyes as miguel continues teasing your folds torturously.

“show them what’s mine?” his smirk widens as his middle finger rubs your little clit in sinful circles, making you moan out. watching your back arch against his chest. admiring how responsive you are to his touch makes his cock twitch terribly.

you figured this would happen yet you still become a whimpering mess for him. the slow, sinful circles on your sensitive pearl drives you fucking crazy. his fingers sliding up and down, side to side. a moan falls from your lips as miguel slides in two fingers through your silk folds and cups a breast with his other hand.

miguel fondles with your tit while plunging his two digits in and out of your tight pussy at a slow pace. “so you are to blame, bebtia.” he chuckles when your walls flutter around his fingers.

the slow pace of his fingers pumping into you was lowkey annoying you but you know it’s payback for earlier. his other hand continues fondling with your tit. squeezing the squishy fat, fingers gently tugging and twisting your nipple. your whole body feels like on fire. your body jerks at the sudden sensation of miguel’s fingers curling up and hitting that sweet spot inside. making you latch onto his forearm.

“miguel~” you moan softly.

“¿que quieres, bebé? dime.” his tone deep, laced with seductiveness as he continues pumping his digits in your tight pussy, keeping that slow pace.

“tú…”

“¿qué?…”

“i’m gonna kill you.” you softly groan.

he chuckles at your cute grumpiness and silences you with a flick to your clit with his thumb, making you gasp. “dime, bebé.”

“you, miguel…”

disappointments hits you when his fingers slip out of you but immediately vanishes as miguel turns you around and hoists you up in his arms by grabbing the back of your thighs, gently pressing you against the shower walls. your legs instinctively wrap around his waist and arms around his bulky shoulders. his large bulky shielding you from the water, hitting his back instead. your lips collide in a heated kiss, tongues intertwined exploring each other’s mouths. your fingers digging through his wet hair as you makeout.

your makeout sessions progresses as miguel aligns himself with your entrance, the tip of his cock gazing your wet folds. a shared moan mingles in the steamy air as he slowly slides through your tight cunt. no matter how many times you’ve taken him, the stretch always stings a little but feels so good. your grip on his shoulders tightens as he bottoms out.

“shit… you’re so tight, amor.” miguel groans in between words as he begins thrusting himself in your tight warm walls, welcoming him home.

moans and groans mix with the hot steamy air of the bathroom. hands intertwined pressed against the tile wall and the others gripping onto each other as miguel continues pumping into your tight pussy. thick meaty cock stuffed inside you, hitting all those sensitive spots perfectly. lips smashed together, sallowing each other’s sounds of pleasure.

the harsh, deep thrusts makes you dig your nails into his muscular back, adding indents and scratch marks like a canvas. you moan out his name beautifully like a mantra, full of bliss and desire. miguel marks your delicate neck with kisses as he continues making love to you under the hot stream of water.

“ah~ miguel!” your grip on his back tightens, making the tall brunette groan in slight pain and pleasure.

“you’re so— fuck— so beautiful, amor.”

“ah~ ah~ oh!—”

his hips wind against yours rapidly, cock pounding into your sweet tight cunt. your body bouncing against the wall with each thrust. the glass shower doors fog up. steam over-floods the shower, leaking into the rest of bathroom. the mirror fogs up as well.

miguel is literally drunk off of you. that warm, tight pussy of yours squeezing the life out of his cock. your sweet sounds of ecstasy. your whimpers, whines, strangled cries, moans of his name. it was all music to his ears. fueling his motivation to plunge deeper, overflow you with tons and tons of ecstasy.

“you’re so perfect.” he admires your blissful expressions through hooded eyes filled. drinking in those furrowed brows, rolled back eyes and mouth agape, all simply because of him.

his praise went straight to your pussy, making you clench around him which elicits a groan from him. those sweet words makes your mind putty.

“ah!~ asi, asi!” you chant as his cock repeatedly hits that sensitive spot on inside. that warm, joyful feeling in your belly beginning to boil up.

miguel obliges and pumps into you like there’s no tomorrow. his groans turning into breathy moans. both hands gripping tightly onto your body. chasing for your high so you can cum beautifully on his cock.

that joyful feeling boils up faster as miguel’s cock pumps into you at a brutal pace. it approaches so fast that you’re overwhelmed with pleasure. before you even know it, the fireworks exploded. a loud moan of his name erupts throughout the bathroom as you gush all over his cock, coating it in your sweetness. miguel soon follows with sloppy thrusts before coming deep inside, filling you completely.

damn, that was the most intense shower sex you’ve ever had. it was so fucking amazing that you feel so breathless, exhausted but luckily miguel’s strong ass is still holding you in his arms.

you share one final kiss before miguel pulls out of your now sensitive pussy, causing you to whimper softly. very slowly and carefully, he plants you down on your feet but keeps his hold on you so you don’t tremble. he’s aware he did a number on you.

“you okay?” a hint of concern in his tone.

you nod weakly, too exhausted. “yeah, just… had mind blowing shower sex.”

“i did went a bit intense.” he admits with a chuckle.

“a bit? my legs say otherwise.”

laughter echos in the room, a major contrast to the obscure noises from a few seconds ago. after rinsing off and wrapping yourselves in towels, you finally step out of the shower with miguel carrying you in his arms. his excuse is you’re too sore to walk and honestly you don’t mind. miguel sets you on the counter and dries you off with your towel. he helps rubbing lotion on you, calloused hands among your soft skin. a few kisses here and there.

after helping you put on fresh panties and a nightgown, you give him the same treatment, applying lotion and leave soft kisses on his body. though it was hard to concentrate while he stands in front of you like a fucking god. the silver dog tags around his thick neck. wet hair, a few strands sticking to his forehead. towel around his waist that hangs a little too low, happy trail on display perfectly. damn he looks so fucking handsome, you just wanna��

no! you have to give your body, specifically your legs, a break no matter how much you want to pounce on him for looking so fucking delicious.

once he’s finally dressed and do your nightly routine, which miguel let you lather him in your skincare products, you head over to the kitchen for a late snack. you settle on leftover pizza from the other night when you had a movie night.

bodies snuggled up together in fuzzy blankets. microwaved pizza and drinks on the coffee table. terminator playing on the tv. the low lighting of your table lamp coating the living room in a warm hue. luna laying in between you and miguel, sleeping peacefully. your head resting on miguel’s chest, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. his fingers caressing the exposed skin of your shoulder.

mostly sit in silence, a few moments of commentary while watching the movie. simply enjoying each other’s presence peacefully in your own little world. nothing else matters, only each other.

while your eyes focus on the movie, miguel’s eyes focus on you, admiring you in silence. how perfect you look in his arms as if you’re meant to be. the sight emits a soft smile on his face, causing him to plant a kiss on the top of your head. he can tell you smiled by the way you snuggle closer.

a perfect way to end the night.

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[willowed-wisp]

NSFW ALPHABET [ könig ]

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s a literally teddy bear, he’s so caring when he gets past the anxiety. Whether it’s your first time as a couple or ten years in- he’s giving you cuddles, he’s grabbing snacks and drinks for you.

Whatever you ask, you will be given by König after sex and in general.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

König hates himself- it’s a well known fact. He doesn’t like an inch of himself… until he met you. Compliment this man to get his self worth up. He guesses his hands, he soon finds out he’s quite talented with them.

On you, he can’t narrow it down. You are an angel in human form to this man. It’s not a body part, but your voice. He could hear you talk about anything and you’d have his full attention.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He adores the closeness to you. He doesn’t feel completely spent until he’s cum inside of you. And there’s ALOT of it from years of pent up frustration.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The military is the only thing that kept him alive for so long, he wants to fuck you in his full gear- minus the weapons. It’s like both worlds colliding.

Bonus points if he does it in a KorTech office. No he is not ashamed by it- he is a freak in the bedroom.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very little experience, you’re probably the second or most probably the first person he’s been intimate with.

This guy avoids humans, you just happen to be a kind and tolerable one.

You probably teach him a fair few tricks, but with the equipment he’s packing… it doesn’t take many tweaks to have mind blowing sex. Good with his hands, remember.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

SPOONING: He’s such an intimate guy, loves holding as much of you as he can and feeling your body. He’s touched starved. He can get a good angle without hurting you with his well endowments.

CLOSE-UP: He loves the comfort of sitting with you eye level watching you come undone. He can hold you the closest you’ve ever been. It’s also friendly to his predicament downstairs, you have full control over what happens because you’re on top. He doesn’t mind being a bottom once in a while.

SEATED STRADDLE: Loves it after you’ve just eaten dinner and you straddle his lap. One thing leads to another and you’re eye level with him- his feet on the ground at either side of the chair so when he feels dominant he can plough up into you. Another safe position to prevent soreness for your sake.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Doesn’t really mess around- because of his anxiety, he wants you to have earth shattering sex. He has an odd joke here and there but in general he’s really quiet because he’s so focused on how well you pulse around him and making you feel good.

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

Snail trail of like dark/dirty blonde hair- maybe a little darker than his head of hair. He’s relatively well groomed, again from being self conscious.

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

He’s so devoted- a teddy bear in a grizzly’s form. Kisses you all the down and goes down on you for hours. Lips never really leaving you.

Been known to put rose petals on the bed before throwing you on the bed and his head between your thighs in a few seconds.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

So depressed he never felt the need to, maybe antidepressants used to inhibit his sex drive.

Doesn’t even do it when you’re together- he can’t get off unless he’s buried inches deep in you. Even blowjobs, no matter how amazing you are, he needs your pussy.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

AURALISM : He can’t enough of hearing you moaning on top of him, under him… anywhere. And the noises of how wet you are, he’s getting off on that.

ROLEPLAY: He lives two lives and likes that you embrace that in asking him to fuck you in his gear… his dirty secret is ticked off the bucketlist. He looks good in any emergency service costume.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

As long as it’s you and him; he’ll fuck you anywhere in your home. If you met him still living at your parents’, he gets off fucking you against the wall to limit the noise. Your parents thought it was squirrels or raccoons (wherever you live)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your sweet moans being dragged out while he taints your skin with lovebites. Also gets off to you in controls because he could easily top you but you just have to prove you can top the 6’10” military man.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Insulting you in any way- degradation isn’t his thing, he’d gut anybody who dares insult you.

Public sex, just isn’t for this timid guy.

Hurting you in anyway, even when he brushes against your cervix every time you’re fucking, he’s apologising profusely.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Could eat pussy all day, the taste, the sound your folds make when they’re so wet from arousal and your honeyed sounds. He does it so much he is the master of oral.

Prefers being in your pussy compared to blowjobs. He enjoys you, he just can’t get off no matter how skilled you are.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He tries to be slow and sensual to get you used to the stretch around him, but when he’s drunk on you… expect a rabid animal. He’s like a fucking jackhammer, just as long as you can take it. If you prefer slow and sensual he’ll do that but if you’re up for some ploughing, expect not to be able to walk for half an hour afterwards.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

This man doesn’t know the definition of quickie… he’s all about worshipping you and his cock size makes it difficult. He needs to get you nice and wet.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nothing in public. But he isn’t adversed to fucking you in his office on his desk or you riding up on his chair. Though, he’s never leaving that door unlocked.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Can go three rounds one after the other, like of extensive sex. He’s been in the military for 15-20 years, he’s able to pleasure his partner.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He believes in trying anything once but doesn’t reuse the sex toys after experimenting. And you don’t have a need when he’s around.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Is known to tease, but caves in too easily when you do your little pouty face or start touching things you shouldn’t. You tease him more than the other way round.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He chants German terms of endearment to you and grunts. If you’re taking him so well, he’s moaning as loud as you (you’re screaming for the most part as he starts moving) and it’s such a turn on. It’s like warm wind against your face.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sometimes will handcuff you on the bed frame and do unspeakable deeds to you to wake you up (consent given beforehand- he’s uncuff you in a heartbeat if you wished it). He’s feasting between the apex of your thighs, fingering you until you’re messing the sheets and then hammering into you with your legs over your head.

You call that beast mode.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It’s pretty obvious, he’s jacked and his v-line encases a nine inch long, girth monster.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He hasn’t been on antidepressants since being with you. He’s not lonely anymore, so his sex drive is wild. Everyday if you can take it and he isn’t hurting you.

Scale of 0-10, a solid 10.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends how many rounds have taken place, but makes sure you have everything you need before he considers sleeping. And when he does, it’s only with your fingers stroking down his body and stroking his hair.

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[xtarmanderx]

Hm, prompts or headcanons...I'm very in the mood for married BuckTommy. Anything about that.

I definitely have some thoughts!!

So. For the first two weeks after they have returned for their honeymoon and are back to work, Buck mentions his husband on every single call. (Hen wins over $500 from bets the station has placed.) There is literally no need for it most of the time, but Buck finds a way to sneak his husband into the conversation every chance that he gets. (Eddie finds out from Lucy that Tommy has actually been annoyingly tight-lipped and loses $50 to her.)

Married life looks good on both of them. Buck is actually pausing before he jumps into action, thinking things through even more than he was previously, and he accepts advice a lot more willingly than before. Tommy’s coworkers don’t notice a chance in Tommy’s professional behavior, but he’s suddenly a lot more friendly and is smiling all the time and distracted by his phone when they have downtime. And no one will ever say this to his face, but he’s a little bit softer now around the middle and Lucy knows it’s from Buck’s cooking.

Their first fight as a married couple is actually a fight they’ve had before. Buck trips over Tommy’s bag when he is taking the recycling out to the garage and he’s had a rough shift. So he storms in, snapping at Tommy, except Tommy just beams at him and promises ‘I’ll do better, husband of mine’ and Buck immediately forgets why he was upset and practically begs Tommy to take him then and there. (They barely make it to the bedroom and Tommy has to plaster and repaint the hall wall on his next day off.)

Tommy accidentally loses his wedding band first (the nice gold one) and feels extremely guilty over it and tells Buck immediately when he’s home from shift. And Buck just smiles and pulls it out of his pocket and says ‘Chimney’s pretty sure Jee is teaching her little brother to steal jewelry so they can open up shop’ and Tommy actually sobs and is filled with relief. (He’d completely forgotten taking off his ring the night before while doing dishes at the Han household.)

Tommy is the first one in the hospital after they get married and it’s not even helicopter related. He threw out his back while doing maintenance on his truck and couldn’t get out from under the car lift. Eddie shows up and takes him to the hospital while Buck’s working an extra shift for a coworker and as soon as Buck arrives, he kicks Eddie out of the chair and says he has husband privileges now when Eddie rolls his eyes at him.

They’re both terrified of messing it up in the beginning. Buck finds himself at Bobby and Athena’s some nights or Maddie and Chimney’s on others trying to ask them how they made it work. Tommy’s the one who goes to Hen and Karen because they helped him so much when he first came out. They put in immense effort to take each other on dates and hold open and honest communication and it only makes them stronger. Of course they stumble along the way, but they love each other and fight for each other every step of the way.

After they’ve been married for a couple of years, Tommy’s considering retirement (or private flying gigs) and he’s the one who broaches the topic of kids. Buck’s definitely surprised because they’ve talked about it before but never had a solid yes/no conversation about it. It was never a dealbreaker or ever on the table for being one. He mulls it over for a couple of weeks and they sit down and hash everything out. As much as they would love a newborn, Tommy points out all of the other kids in the system who need a family just as badly. So they look at group homes and take advice from Hen and Karen and their social worker and eventually adopt siblings. It’s an older brother and twin younger siblings, a boy and a girl. The oldest is a handful because he doesn’t trust them at first and he’s a vandal. Uncle Eddie is actually the first to get through to him and once that breakthrough happens, the walls come down and everything shifts. Tommy and Buck have a family now, three kids they love fiercely and would do anything for, and Buck cries himself to sleep the first time their little girl calls him dad and Tommy papa.

[sad-girl-hours23]

I Know The Last Page So Well, I Can't Read The First

For the @tevanadvent2024 Day One: Beginnings

Pairing: Buck/Tommy

Rating: G

I’m so sick of endings.

Lately, Tommy’s life has been nothing but endings. 

First, his relationship with Evan. (Tommy’s not the forever guy, he knows that story all too well).

Then, his favorite show on Netflix was cancelled. Again. Why he bothers to get invested anymore is beyond him. 

He nearly cried in the middle of a Baskin-Robbins when he found out his favorite flavor of ice cream had been put in the deep freeze. The girl behind the counter looked far too concerned for his well-being.

It was a sad state of affairs.

He heard from Lucy that Eddie’s moving to Texas. It stings, even if he’d all but left their friendship in limbo these past few months.

And then…his dad. Tommy’s never experienced a loss so fraught with complications and contradictions.

It’s his last day of bereavement leave and he’s eating alone at his favorite restaurant, alongside what feels like half of Los Angeles. He’s tucked away in a booth far larger than is appropriate for his sad reservation of one, but with the specters of his past, he’s not alone.

He’s picking at mushrooms on his pizza when somebody slides into the booth.

He wonders briefly if this marks the ending of his sanity. 

As if the sheer power of his wanting has conjured an apparition of the man he loves.

Evan doesn’t stop sliding until their sides are pressed together. He’s here; real, and warm, beside him.

“Evan, what are you —”

Evan ducks his head. “I heard about your dad. I’m sorry.”

Tommy nods. “Thank you. I assume Lucy told you.”

“Yeah, but I wish you had.”

“I didn’t think, I mean, I don’t get to —”

Evan places his hand over Tommy’s. “But you do, Tommy. I would have been there for you. You still don’t get it do you?”

Tommy tries to suppress the embers of hope burning within him, they’ll only end in smoke and ash. “Get what?”

“I —” Evan’s phone chimes with a text and he looks towards the main room. “Look…can we talk later?”

Tommy hesitates. He should make a clean break, he knows. He won’t have the strength to walk away a second time. He forces a smile. “Of course. I’m sure you have someone to get back to. You shouldn’t waste your time with me and my misery.” 

“Well you know what they say about misery.”

Before Tommy can reply, Eddie’s sliding into the booth on his other side, followed by Howie, Hen, and Bobby. 

“What —”

Tears well up in his eyes as Hen takes his hand in hers. He can’t find it in him to be ashamed when he sobs as Eddie puts his arm around his shoulders and squeezes, says, “we got you, man.” 

Howie grins. “Bet no one was expecting dinner and a show.”

“Chim,” the rest of them groan. Tommy just laughs. He’s missed this, missed them. He’s missed the person he is with them.

They all express their condolences and catch him up on their lives when he asks, as if no time has passed at all. 

He finds out Evan’s been baking, and knows they have so much to unpack when they’re finally alone.

Evan lays his head on Tommy’s shoulder. It shouldn’t be this easy, he thinks. 

He half expects Bobby or Hen to yell at him, to make him face the mess he’s made of his and Evan’s lives. He almost wants them to. But when he dares to look, they’re both smiling. It cracks his heart right down the middle.

He’s starting to think he doesn’t know this story half as well as he thought.

And Tommy, he’s so tired of endings, and so skeptical of beginnings, and so very terrified of the feelings starting to form in his chest. Everything ends. But if this is the middle of his story, if the bulk of his life’s pages get to be like this, it will have been worthwhile.

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[parkcivconfess]

not freaky (for once…) but i think red evbo has serious self hating problems. i bet he fucking despises parkciv evbo for being the creators favourite, for being the most popular because thats all HE ever wanted to be. i bet he despises pvpciv evbo for being the “chosen one” even if he knows its only in his simulation, thats what red evbo wanted to be his whole life. he just wants to be chosen by the creator.

do you think he made himself unable to have negative emotions, unable to cry or really ever be vulnerable with someone just to make himself more “perfect”. but he still feels everything. he’s not even human, he knows he’s not. he messes around in his own coding, trying to rewrite it and make it more like parkciv evbo’s but he just can’t. it never works, he still feels and acts the same like nothing ever happened.

what if he finally has a breakdown. he’s ruined his code so much he can’t even cry yet he still feels like he is. he feels every emotion ten times more even though he isn’t supposed to feel them at all. what if someone finds him like this, what if one of his EMPLOYEES finds him like this?? they’re going to think so lowly of him. all he wants is to be perfect but he can’t even be okay.

(((((what if seawatt finds him. the person he’s worked with the most, the person he’s known the longest. his favourite actor. evbo is terrified when he sees him walk through the door, even with that mask and uniform he recognizes seawatt instantly. he tries to seem fine, he tries to wipe away the glitched tears from his face but he fails at that too. like he does at everything. seawatt takes his mask off and evbo prepares to be degraded but all he can see on the other’s expression is worry. like seawatt actually cares about him. but surely it’s just pity. he really is pathetic, what is there not to pity? he lets seawatt try to comfort him only for a moment before coming to his senses. he kicks him out of his office before he could see new tears forming in his eyes.)))))

seawatt totally picked the lock and they had yaoi after...

OUHHHHH i love this. so much . it's beautiful

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

BECKY! HEAR ME OUT!

Our Vampire! Moon Boys want to drink from the reader so their fangs come out right? They’re just thirsty for the reader’s blood so they don’t really pay attention to their surroundings.

On the other hand the reader looks at them adoringly with sparkling eyes and just leans in and kisses their fangs, the reader just loves them so much 🥺

So I was wondering how would each boy react?? 🤭

YES I AM LISTENING, ANNALIA😇

I see, looks like I really did something to you like you told me😏

Vampire moon boys getting their fangs kissed

The boys were hungry once more, having their mind set on your sweet blood. You however noticed their thirsty demeanor, approaching them, smiling with a pouty face, batting your eyelashes before taking advantage of their parted lips, leaning in and kissing their exposed fangs;

“Sorry, couldn’t resist, you’re just so adorable and I love you soo much!”

Steven:

Freezes. Did you just kiss his fangs?

Pulls back and just looks at you, slowly but surely getting red. He's a goner, did you just say he's adorable?

Steven feels like he just died and got revived all within one second.

At this point he's more red than pale, he's a blushing mess.

He totally forgot that he was about to bite you just because of your little stunt there.

Steven would just cup your face and kiss you until you're breathless.

Marc:

Out of everything you could have done, you chose to kiss his fangs??

He was not ready for this. So caught off his breath hitched, he's flabbergasted.

But he recovers quickly and grins at you like a little shit.

And did you just call him adorable?

His ears are burning bright and his skin starts turning red. You're not supposed to catch him off guard like that!

Casually licks his fangs and lips, watching you expectantly while contemplating if he should just bite you or fuck you.

Maybe he just does both.

Jake:

Shocked. Has to think about what you just did.

You kissed his hunting tools?? Tough.

Blinks confused, you called him adorable?

His gaze darts between your neck he was about to bite and your face.

Jake's quick to catch his grip, he pulls you flush against him and leans close.

“You’re such a fucking sweetheart, how can we not want to bite you?”

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[jupii-478]

Hey, I have some questions regarding deific relationships. I really do love the idea of having a relationship with a god but I’m also terrified? Like, the idea of being watched by a deity kind of horrifies me. Do you not feel like your thoughts are unsafe? Like you never have privacy? What happens if you aren’t a good worshipper? Do you worry about upsetting them at all? Or fear their retribution?

Sorry if any of this is insensitive. I just wanted to understand your perspective.

-☂️

no, it’s completely alright!! :) (i have a tl;dr at the bottom in italics and bold in case this is too much to read, lol)

usually i try not to overthink it, but that’s easier said than done. i believe the gods are watching us, of course, but only in situations where they should be watching. like… no, Lord Apollo isn’t going to be watching me while i’m in the shower (that would be weird), but maybe if im talking about him with friends, he’ll be watching!! or if your deity is trying to see if you make the right choice (ex. if you see someone drop their money, do you try and quickly grab it and steal it before they notice [even if you don’t need the money] or do you return it?)

i also think the gods understand privacy just as much as we want them to. i’m sure they don’t want to watch us every second of our lives. they’ll respect your privacy, dw <33

as for being a good worshipper and worrying about messing up, don’t worry, you’re probably doing just fine. treat your deities well and they will treat you well. they understand that we’re only human, we’re bound to mess up. maybe if you stole something from someone, you’ll lose something (or something like that), but i believe that’s just karma. as long as you aren’t some psychotic killer, they aren’t gonna punish you. i swear.

and i don’t think there’s any specific way to be a “bad worshipper”. i mean, if you’re talking poorly about the gods, ruining their alters, being disrespectful towards them, or anything like that, then i would say you just have room to grow and learn. if you’re doing that all on purpose though… maybe you’re a bad worshipper. but i believe that anyone can learn and grow past their mistakes.

if you want to be better at worshipping the gods or your deity, you can always pray to them, research them, do devotional acts towards them, or even just think about them throughout the day. they only expect you to do your best.

if your best is getting all your missing school assignments done, that’s enough. if you’re best is taking a day off to take care of yourself, that’s enough. even if your best is just waking up, even if you can’t get out of bed, that’s enough. if it’s you’re best, it’s enough. that’s all they want from you. for you to be the best version of yourself that you can be.

(TL;DR: dw, you’ve got privacy. they want you to have privacy just as much as you want to have privacy. and i promise you’re doing great. if you’re even having thoughts about doubting whether you’re a good worshipper or not, you’re a good worshipper, because that means you care. and they won’t punish you. you’re human, they get that. do your best, be your best, and your deities will love you for it <33)

if you want more info from people who know more and are more experienced, i recommend checking these blogs out:

@atheneum-of-you has just recently made their helpol discord server public and they have a huge library of free online books related to hellenic polytheism and the gods. they also make tons of informative posts and updates!!

@hyakinthou-naos is a super cool temple and they just recently have launched their website!! i can’t recommend checking it out enough. it’s so helpful and so beautifully designed

@khaire-traveler has amazing posts about worshipping the gods and a super cool guide to worshipping so many deities discreetly. (i’m pretty sure they’re on hiatus currently)

@screeching-0wl is my favorite resource for info on the gods. their cheat sheets are amazing!! (they’re on hiatus)

these are just my personal recommendations!! (i hope this isn’t too much info and i’m not stressing you out!!) just remember, you don’t have to be perfect. and please, for the love of all things good, do not overwork yourself. i did that and then i had to take a break for most of the year. be better than me please lol

good luck !! <33

[wendytestabrat]

another reason why kyle is obsessed with making sure cartman remains an asshole

ok so like we’ve talked alllllll about how kyle loves to keep cartman as an asshole bc he’s jealous of him and likes bringing him down a peg AND bc kyle likes using cartman as a pawn in his game to make himself look like the good one in comparison bc he’s a rlly shit person himself. BUT ALSO another reason that i feel like i haven’t touched on or just not as much is bc of kyle’s POSSESSIVENESS over cartman too. we’ve seen repeatedly how whenever cartman cuts kyle out of his life he can snatch up a bitch RLLY easily, which rlly goes to show how much of a chad cartman truly is and how much rizz he has. & i feel like kyle lowkey knows this already, he can sense that girls are actually EXTREMELY attracted to cartman (i mean maybe not in looks but at least in personality), bc i mean kyle is attracted to cartman himself so he gets it LOL. so honestly that’s probably been like one of the #1 reasons kyle has loveeeeeed keeping cartman toxic all this time (whether he consciously realizes it or not) and why in like seasons 1-3 he went out of his way to turn cartman into a monster and wore down his self-esteem over time by projecting all of his terrible traits onto him lol.

it’s also the reason why kyle constantly bitches at cartman to change and be a better person, yet when cartman actually does, he gets mad LOL. kyle knows damn well that cartman has it in him to be a good person and is really nice deep down (and we’ve talked abt how in seasons 1-3 cartman was actually a decent person with empathy 473837282382 times). that’s why he purposely tried to destroy that and made fun of cartman every time he showed his soft wimpy vulnerable side, and why to this day kyle is soooooo fixated on “fixing” cartman bc he knows he’s responsible for making him a monster in the first place lol.

and here’s the thing, kyle’s delusional ass truly believed that cartman being in a happy relationship was impossible. like when he saw cartman with heidi he was all shocked and couldn’t even process it. i love how in s21 when he was trying to sabotage their relationship even the other boys like stan & butters were telling kyle to stay out of it bc heidi just loves cartman and that’s that LOL. bc yeah even when cartman is at his absolute worst being an abusive piece of shit he still has likable qualities and the other boys know this so they didn’t rlly care nor question why heidi wanted to stay with him. and then in the future when kyle sees cartman as a rabbi happily married, his first instinct is to go, “cArtmAn iS jUsT mESsiNg wiTh mE,” as if the idea of cartman building a normal, happy life is so out of the question that it has to be a trick. but the truth is kyle has known all along that cartman can actually be a pretty likable and charming person, and that’s exactly why he’s kept cartman toxic for so long. he was just mad and shocked that his plans to convince everyone cartman is this irredeemable monster and gaslight the wholeass school abt it didn’t work and that there happened to be a girl who could see through cartman’s soul and want to be there for him and help him.

kyle’s obsession with keeping cartman toxic is a subconscious thing he does bc he doesn’t want cartman to become a better person than him, so he can keep cartman allllll to himself and loyal to him and the other boys. i swear stan & kyle both act like they’re these two amazing dudes who are just being friends with cartman to do him a favor bc they feel bad for him, which is complete bs. they obviously need cartman wayyy more than he needs them (hence why cartman can make friends outside the group pretty fast with characters like butters, tweek, and clyde) which has been shown REPEATEDLY. but mainly kyle likes keeping cartman toxic bc he’s in love with him & he doesn’t want cartman to leave his side for someone else bc kyle is lonely af and no girl wants to be with him bc of how annoying and crazy he is LOL. that’s why kyle’s worked sooo damn hard to make sure cartman hates girls as much as he does, like how the two of them would both tease stan in the early seasons for liking wendy (and then later teased kenny for being with tammy too), but yeah when cartman moved on from kyle easily and got a girlfriend just like that 🫰🏼 it rlly showed how all this time KYLE was actually the selfish terrible toxic one who’s bad with women NOT cartman lol.

i also love that subtle moment in “the list” when kyle is all like “who tf cares what the girls think abt our looks” and then cartman backs him up and is like “kyle’s right screw it we have better things to worry about” that says A LOT how cartman & kyle were the only ones who didn’t give a shit abt the girls’ list BUT ALSO how much kyle had cartman under his control over this shit, it shows how whenever kyle would trash women or show disinterest in them (either bc he’s gay or bc he knows he could never be with a girl bc he’s such a toxic loser) cartman felt like he had to join in on that lol. but yeah u can tell that all the way back in s11 cartman still had a little more enthusiasm for girls than kyle did bc cartman got all hooked on the list drama right away when he devised that plan to steal it from the girls lol, AND ALSO the fact that kyle got sooo upset when cartman was ranked above him too and let cartman’s teasing get to him about how ugly & unattractive he is (even tho kyle clearly ain’t ugly), is more evidence that shows how much kyle knows damn well cartman is lowkey attractive AF and can snatch up a bitch easily if he wanted to lol.

[eclectic-sassycoweyes]

Knot-a-lot of Moons Ago

A Birthday fic for @heartstringsduet

Hi Michelle! Sorry I'm late! This is for you, on your birthday <3

I won't say Happy Birthday, bc it'll mess it up (this one doesn't count bc it's deleted). You might also notice three extra, free flowing Happy Birthday's in the header. That was a mistake, but it all adds up, as you'll see soon.

And if you feel like saying thank you, or even saying 'Maarr almost 16K words? This is too much!!' Just know that, 1) As for the word-count, this fic turned into a monster all on its own, one that I completely lost control of. And 2) You having a birthday catalyzed me actually posting my first fic to this fandom, so really I should be thanking YOU! (thank you)

Summary:

Knot - ugh NOT (and why does TK keep seeing that word everywhere now?!) even a year ago TK Strand gave fully into the universe and it's magnetic pull towards one Carlos Reyes, and married him.

Ever since they did the photoshoot that brought them together, the internet has been going wild over them, and TK not so secretly enjoys the attention. Carlos doesn't really get TK's guilty pleasure of reading fanfiction about them, though TK claims it's good for 'Inspiration'.

One night, TK comes across the fics of a certain user named EnchantedToReadYou..

Beautiful words woven in intricate patterns makes him think of him and Carlos, their story and what they had to go through to get to where they are now. And both he and Carlos certainly finds some inspiration.

A fanfiction about fanfiction. And about TK and Carlos. And an homage to EnchantedToReadYou's writing, on her birthday (or well, on the day after because this author is late as usual.)

And a snippet (or frøsnapper as they say in danish):

It’s amazing, TK thinks, skimming over now familiar words, how this author brings color to their stories with their words. The mystery-filled deep darkness of a room at night in New York City barely concealing someone trying to make their way through a window, bringing the light that they thought they were seeking out in the very room they’re trying to enter. 

The harsh cold grey of a city on days where nothing makes sense, the green grass and clear spring air and pink fluttering butterflies both outside and inside someone’s belly on a day where it does. Every color made clearer and yet clouded with the nerves of being newly in love and knowing it’s reciprocated. By the hope of trying and the fear of not knowing the destination. 

Or the sunflower yellow of a day spent in love, matching the flowers that symbolize finding yourself by becoming someone who might be able to be someone’s boyfriend, the dark center of the flower painting the background of truths not yet confessed and everything else ruling against these two lying lovers.

This story is a sultry, warm yellow, intensely inviting, speckled with the purple of lovemarks scattered on inner thighs, deep in color as all the layers of love and worship, of hunger, surrender, and trust.

[chasedeys]

hi hello i keep thinking about joemarr being fwb at lsu but it never turns into anything until they’re playing together on the bengals and they’re a little older and more mature. but when they think too much about what their relationship is they realize they’ve been in love this entire time and neither of them want to be the one to admit it </3

oh hellooo!!!! this is sooo??? i would love!!!!! to hear more of your thoughts on this fwb au!!!!!! insane little tidbit of them not realizing they're actually together are you in my headddd are you planning on writing a fic?? please say yes 🫶

i have. so many thoughts. on fwb joemarr 😔 and all of it is angst. which i don't write. but just the way i have this in my drafts 😭 please don't ask why i never actually reblogged it

i know i said i have thoughts on this fwb au but in all honesty it's very jumbled it's a mess it's unfinished it has a beginning and a little point in the middle and literally no end. but i'd like to expand on it anyway! so:

like 20% knowledge of their lsu timeline sorry (i wish i knew more of their roster btw :(( this would make writing this entire thing easier and more detailed) but midway through their undefeated season when they're finally getting way more comfortable outside of the field, a post-game party in one of the seniors' house, drinking, partying etc, they weren't exactly attached at the hip that time yk still slowly learning how to be friends instead of just teammates, learning how to joke with each other, learning what makes the other tick etc. they end up seated together at a table with the rest of the guys, table small enough and crowded enough they're pressed right up against one another but it's casual you know they're bros completely normal to have your arms touching as you yell at one of the guys to chug etc etc. they just end up staying close the whole time—yapping at one another, jeering at others together, ganging up on justin that one time, weirdly sharing personal things with each other in the middle of a crowd when no one was paying attention to them, smiling at each other dopily for a weirdly long time like for some strange reason, that night they clicked in ways never before outside of the field?? like that moment ja'marr said they both clicked on the field for the first time ever, but this time in the middle of someone's dining room, pressed ankles to shoulders to each other, also in the middle of the loud cheers of their teammates, breath seemingly in one space from how close they were together.

the crowd dwindles but they stick close together, joe has his arm around ja'marr like he usually does at times when his adrenaline is high but this time it's just because he just wants to (not that he fully understands why), ja'marr is quiet because he's sleepy so he just follows wherever joe is dragging him, and they're walking out the house with some of the guys, someone is singing ballads loudly and incoherently for some reason, and joe's house is close by, so they stop there and ja'marr is just following in like a dumbass because he's so fucking buzzed but he feels safe with his quarterback so who gives a shit if he's intruding. none of the other really say anything because, hey why not their star qb and their little wide receiver seem like they'd follow the other anywhere really at this point so have at it. and they're hollering the two goodbye as they walk away and now joe and ja'marr are just alone together in joe's modest little rental and it's quiet and comfy and they're grinning at each other dopily for the nth time and then somehow the most natural progression for them is for joe to offer ja'marr the bed and ja'marr to scoff and say they should just share like hell either of them is fucking up their back on the shitty couch and then they're brushing their teeth in joe's modest bathroom side-by-side and joe is offering him some sweats and a t-shirt to sleep in and ja'marr is just staring blankly down at the faded spongebob t-shirt handed to him while joe is rambling at him how he has just one pillow so do you want to rock paper scissors this or—they kiss 🤗

like you could say ja'marr dropped the t-shirt and stepped right into joe's space and kissed him or you could say joe trailed off mid-sentence because he got so fucking distracted by his wr being shirtless in his bedroom in his sweats staring down at his shirt with those stupid lashes that he reached out an arm to reel him in to kiss him or you could say they just decided right then right there they wanted the other in no other way than like that that they both did the stupidest thing they could possibly do mid-season and kiss their teammate and undress them and shove them toward the bed and climb on top of them and grind down against them and—

they completely blacked out unfortunately for their first time 😔 joe woke up first with his face tucked into ja'marr's neck and he groggily untangles himself without clocking how or why they're like this and he sits up and looks blankly down at ja'marr spread eagle snoring in his bed wearing nothing that he could see and covered in bitemarks and promptly untangles himself away from the bed and out the door and into his bathroom to freak the fuck out by himself. got himself together somehow and starts making pancakes (? does he cook. i don't actually know.) because fuck if this ruins anything between them or their chances of winning the natty his one-track-minded-ness and sheer determination to win saves them tbh. ja'marr wakes up alone but joe's clanging pans in the kitchen so he knows damn well someone's outside and he knows this is joe's bedroom and all those clothes strewn around is both of theirs and the splitting headache and sore everything doesn't stop him from realizing that holy fuck they slept together. frantically tugging yesterday's clothes on, panic mounting like crazy, probably crying too, and stopping right in front of the closed door with his head pressed against the wood feeling like everything is falling apart. he musters up the courage to walk out anyway and he can't read joe as well as he does now while joe's putting up a frigid front through sheer stubbornness when he's also freaking the fuck out inside especially when he comes face to face with an ashen-faced ja'marr clearly crying too.

there should be like more after this like hooking up only sometimes, growing closer and attributing it to how they're also fucking now but is it really all there is to it. they completely sidestep that initial awkwardness because what else could they do they got a game to win a championship to get to. they get sooooo much better on the field making each other look stupid good etc etc. and throughout this shit show of sleeping with each other they have talked about it just once and that was to say 'I don't think im gay but' and how there's 'no harm' in continuing the way they do. yeah.

things come to a stop after the natty of course, they don't see each other as often because joe's getting ready for his combine (?????) etc i don't actually know what goes on after tbh but basically they grow apart, joe moves out of nola back to ohio, gets into cincy, gets injured, etc. i think i could add like more to this entire arc (?? what fucking arc) but no thoughts rn tbh. oh but this little period is also where they come to terms with their sexuality!! being apart for a whole year, learning how to be somebody without the other, exploring other options, settling firmer on who they are, etc.

ja'marr gets into bengals, and things don't really start up again at first because they don't really feel like it? like they're still relearning who the other is after all these months apart? like it was just really genuinely casual to them they either fuck or they don't, it was a bit of fun, they aren't going crazy when they see each other again because to them it didn't really mean much of anything other than a bit of fun between friends! but there's some totally insane underlying feelings that they don't realize of course. the emotional roller coaster of ja'marr's preseason drops getting attacked left and right, joe steadfast in his belief in ja'marr comforting him (there's totally a high tensioned scene of this where they're just shy of something but ja'marr was too fucked up about his drops for it to actually come to anything), then their first game together first nfl touchdown 🫶

they might fuck again after that? but to be completely honest i have nothing else to add to this. maybe some angst of them starting up again and then stopping because suddenly it got...weird? because they're starting to realize oh wow hey what i'm feeling for you is not casual stuff. theres a little 'hey i don't think we should do this again tbh like let's focus more on the sb now that we're yk in the nfl we're not dumb kids anymore' or something idk but mostly i want them to agree not to fuck again untilll ->

this one fucking sceneeee that honestly kickstarted this entire thing but basically post sb loss they just slow-dance to the first time ever i saw your face by roberta flack. this just would notttt leave my minddd. they just dance slow and intimate in the middle of joe's living room. and it's like. after they lost the superbowl. after ja'marr dragged his ass out to the get him out of his head and after a whole day of just getting drunk of their asses and drinking away their feelings very manfully and fucked-upped-ly. they spill out their uber to joes house but they can't sleep and they just. start up the radio that's annoyingly repeating the superbowl fuckery and they just keep switching the station until they end up weirdly in this obscure one where the host is saying something completely unintelligible and then the song's opening instrumentals start up and of the sudden they're just wrapped around one another in the middle of joe's living room.

and then they're just in each others arms and staring deeply into the others eyes and still trying to deal with the loss and this uncertainty between them as roberta flack croons the first time i ever kissed your mouth i felt the earth move in my hand like the trembling heart of a captive bird that was there at my command my love and i just feel sooo fucked up over it. staying rooted in one place on joe's ridiculous rug just wrapped up in one another neither able to say a word the radio conveniently shutting off just dead air until boom who knows kissed who first they just end up in bed together like all those times before.

and its the first time in a while that they actually sleep together again after their pact to not do it again! and the thing is it's good this time! it isn't like any of the other times they slept together and pretended everything was fine and made the stupid conclusion that it was bad for them! i mean it was because they didn't really talk about it if they did it would be great you know but. this time they feel settled! they actually cuddle unashamedly in the afternoon that they woke up! had brunch together with the food that's usually delivered around that time for joe! made very distinct training plans together, fired up for the next season and trying again for a ring etc etc actually making plans for the future together basically.

AND THIS COULD END HERE OKAY like they have full blown realization and actual conversation that oh. this is it. this is literally the it that they've been avoiding for some reason and oh my future is literally you and not just on the field as a quarterback or a receiver or a teammate but you as something so definitive for me that there is literally no other way this could end other than us being together! totally could end here but!! in a separate timeline by which i mean if i could make it wayyy angstier than it needs to be:

like everything is niceeee, everything is hot and horny it's crazy they keep doing things together they've never thought of doing with anybody else! but they're not fucking talking even when they keep getting feelings and freaking out in the most random of moments over the other (hence the posts up top) and then burying their feelings down the next second because they think the other doesn't feel the same and think that what they have going on is enough. really. it is.

okay so like this fwb fic in my head is actually. way longer. like as in ja'marr trades out of cincy longer 😭 just they just keep pretending everything is fine and dandy and that shit is sooo not good for them and this actually ends in ja'marr being unable to handle all his feelings and running away leaving cincy lmaooooo sooo sorry (no idea if they won a sb before ja'marr left or not lmao which would be more fucked up do you think). i feel like i should expand more on why this ends up that way but i can't. which is like why this is never going to be a full fic 😭. it's kind of like that one time i mentioned this in an ask sort of inspired by bad bunny's cloud 9 'you will always be my favorite form of loving' 😃.

this is honestly mostly because of another slow dancing scene i can't get out of my head :")) they slow dance one last time before the news officially breaks out the next day to hey that's no way to say goodbye roberta flack ver. jesus sorry im in my feelings with her sooo sorry but look at the lyricsssss do you get me

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm And your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm Many loved before us, I know we are not new And in city and in forest they loved like me and you But now it's come to distances, both of us must try Your eyes fill with sorrow Hey, that's no way to say goodbye I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time Walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme You know my heart goes with you, your love stays with me It's just the way life changes, like the shoreline of the sea But let's not talk of love or change, things we can untie Your eyes fill with sorrow Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

ja'marr trades to another team, the nfl actually set them up against each other for week 5 and so they finally see each other again after that one last dance where they didn't hook up btw to add to the misery. they fall into bed again after whoever the fuck won i have no idea and. fought......fucked each other up beyond repair.........

i don't actually know how the story would progress after :) so sorry. it's like my mind stopped right there and theres no end in sight to their misery hurt no comfort etc. but if it's any consolation i do think i would end this not fic im not writing with ja'marr trading back to cincy and they finally make up officially and win a sb together <3 (the i love you post up top is set during their first match up btw so they got way too fucked up about it because?? you fucking left me for another team??? and fought etc but the love is there ofc so they called each other and made up etc)

on another handdd i also have thoughts for a completely different fwb au where they aren't freaked out at all btw. like no life changing thing about it they just go on with their lives like 'oh we're fucking now? of course we are' because they're soooo comfortable with each other they don't need to freak out about it or talk about it they know each other why would trusting the other with something as intimate as sex be anything bad. it feels food! it's fun! they love how they are in the bedroom together! and their relationship just progresses naturally to actually being together in an actual relationship because of course! they go on these dates anyhow what's more with feelings involved?

joe thinking 'oh I'm in love with you' as ja'marr unpacks their uber eats for them on joe's living room where they plan on binge-watching star trek discovery rambling about every little thing he could think of and then just nodding and going on with his life helping ja'marr unpack and needling him for his pickiness with food. ja'marr thinking 'oh I'm in love with you' as joe fusses over the new chrome hearts catalog that ja'marr showed him trying to pick over their new matching jackets or something and then just nodding and going on with his life telling joe to shut the fuck up he is not wearing that pick something else. pressing foreheads after the second orgasm of the night and just staring at one another and quietly letting out their first i-love-yous and then grinning at each other and laughing and rolling around on the bed trying to be the first to kiss the other after that bombshell and going on with their lives deciding if they want to move in together, if they want to tell their parents at the same time to save the hassle, if they should finally bring tee out of his misery of pretending they aren't together no matter what tee says, etc etc. just one without angst because they trust the other so much it really isn't difficult at all.

oh and there's this lovelyyyyyy bit of one night stand thing during the natty championship that @cementcornfield cooked up that i am sooo obsessed with that you should definitely read if you haven't!!!

sorry if any of this doesn't make sense or the grammar is shit btw 😭 but i would loveeeeeeeeeee to read more on this ask you sent!! tell me all about your ideas!!!!! please <3