#a blurb?

[resident-gay-bitch]

okay, eddie munson may be big and edgy and scary, and yes he snarls at wankers on the street and has most certainly thrown more punches he can count on one hand, but… well, he’s actually not all that tough once you get to know him.

what’s his favourite movie, you ask? well, you’d think something like halloween or nightmare on elm street, right? wrong! he’s riding a fine line between grease and rocky horror.

what’s his favourite song? oh, yeah, it’s totally gotta be something from one of those angry violent demon bands he listens too, right? like… breaking the law, or run to the hills… or like, master of puppets, right? nope! it’s starman, by david bowie.

his favourite artist? we’ll, sabbath and metallica come pretty close to making the cut, but in truth, it’s the beatles.

and it’s not just his taste that has you fooled, it’s everything about him.

he throws punches, but he can’t remember the last time he won a fight. they all end up with him flat on his back, blood running from his nose or a gash under his eye, and he’s laughing at the asshole who’s serving him like dinner and making jokes, and then ends up crying about it once they’re gone.

and yeah, he wears a lot of edgy, dangerous jewellery. the spikes on his leather wrist bands are one thing, the chunky rings that he surely wears for punching people with are another. but… well, he wears the rings because they’re shiny, and he likes shiny things, and he gets very fidgety and they’re fun to spin. and the leather straps? they look so cool, and he likes rolling his wrist over his thigh or knee when sitting and feeling the spikes prod at his skin, and it tickles.

his mane is actually his top priority on his physical appearance. he will leave the house with teeth un-brushed if running late, but never with tangled curls.

and he wears dorky patterned underwear and matching socks. and he has tattoos of superhero emblems and lord of the rings references and what not. oh, and don’t forget his night time routine. he won’t get a good sleep without it.

say goodbye to wayne, sit on the couch with a good snack and watch an episode of garfeild or looney tunes, or if it’s a weekend a movie, and then shower, do his hair, brush his teeth, hot drink whilst he plucks at his guitar for a couple of minuets, goes to take a piss, puts on his bedtime socks, kisses his guitar goodnight, puts on his sleepy time mix tape, turns out the big light, snuggles down in bed cuddled up to his mangled old teddy from his youth, counts the glow in the dark stars on his roof, and goes to sleep.

but the best part of all - out of all the soft little things that make up eddie munson - is his ability to fucking scare like an ant under a boot.

it’s everyone’s favourite thing, scaring eddie. what’s not fun about making him jump out of his skin? he’s so easy to startle and the pout he pulls once he realises he’s not in real danger is the sweetest little thing the sky will ever see.

jumping out behind doors. blasting loud music right by his ear. creeping up behind him. jabbing his side when he’s deep in concentration. leaning right over him when he’s napping and saying his name.

but the best one of all, is his blatant fear of spiders.

it’s even more humours when you realise he has a tattoo of one on his shoulder.

he fucking despises the cretins. they scare the ever living shit out of him.

an abandoned spider web is left curled up in an old corner? get that the fuck away from him.

a strand of hair fell from his head and lightly brushed his arm or leg? he’s slapping himself until he’s sure there’s no way anything lived through that abuse.

a plastic spider that is so obviously fake is left on his pillow? he’s shouting and running back out of the door.

and god forbid a real spider crawl anywhere near him.

wayne is the designated spider guy, thank you very much. if one’s ever about when he’s not home, we’ll… let’s just say wayne will be lucky to come back home to find the trailer still standing.

he will scream and jump onto table tops, pull out his lighter and hold out the flame to the little bug crawling across the floor about three meters or more away.

or he’ll grab a knife if he’s in the kitchen and defend himself like it was near death.

a can of hairspray is about? well, that thing is going to have stiff fur for years if it doesn’t suffocate under the toxins like eddie does himself.

if someone’s around, he’s screaming and running behind them for protection, and makes them kill the damn thing before it breeds and comes to kill them all with its little army of eight legged beasts.

“it’s an ant, eddie.”

“are you sure-“

“yes, look at it.”

“i don’t want to… oh.”

he won’t let one be crushed under his shoe though, he does not want spider goup on his shoes.

if one touches him, he’s showering and washing all his clothes like the plague has come. if it’s a shirt he doesn’t care much for? he’s burning it.

he is the biggest baby when it comes to spiders and it’s the most adorable of all his features.

wayne’s favourite thing in the world to do is point at eddie frantically when he’s walking around shirtless and scream spider! big spider on you! and watch eddie go though every emotion known to man.

the kid will slap himself and scream like a three year old girl and run and just freak the fuck out, and wayne will just stand there, sipping on his coffee, laughing at the full blown theatrical comedy taking place in his living room.

it always takes eddie like five good minuets to realise wayne’s just talking about his tattoo.

it gets him every time.

so yeah, eddie munson may be a big scary metal head on the outside, but didn’t your mum ever teach you not to judge a book by its cover?

if ever in doubt, just mention the word spider around eddie and watch the tough act die.

but please, whatever you do, don’t forget to console him after because that man is having a heart attack, and will need a good cuddle to calm down.

[loveshotzz]

I’m off tomorrow and locking myself away in my apartment to force myself to finish SOMETHING!!

[sleepygirlwrites]

Constantly surrounded by life, she was fascinated by what wasn't. Were she and mother not powerful enough to sustain it? She was still too young to understand that living things went through cycles -- that in order for something great to become, another had to die. That energy was not created or destroyed, but simply transformed from one state to another.

She set out to beat this thing called "death". Little did she know, she would fall in love with its master.

[heavenbarnes]

thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.

when you’re in the shower, he’s sat on the lid of the toilet on his phone (watching those rug cleaning videos) enjoying your faint singing under the stream of water, the smell of your body wash on the cloud of steam- ready to pass you a towel or get your back.

when you’re at your desk, working from home or studying, he’s just on the other side of it reading the paper with one outstretched leg tangled with both of yours. he’s dead quiet when you’re on a call, just happy to be around.

when you’re doing laundry, collecting the clothes in the hamper and crouching to stuff them into the washer- turning around and accidentally colliding with a thick wall of muscle.

“sorry, love”

he steps aside but you can hear his soft footfalls as he continues to follow you throughout your home.

when you’re both watching something on the couch, what starts as his pinky locked with yours turns into his arm around your waist. that turns into your head on his chest, which culminates with you falling asleep in his lap with his cheek on your head and soft snores emanating from his lips.

when you grocery shop, you push the trolley but his chest is to your back, arms either side of you and hands clasped over yours on the handle. you can thank his military training for his uncanny ability to tell exactly when you’ll stop walking.

when he wakes up in the middle of the night, on a rare occasion when you’ve managed to slip out of bed without him realising, he’s immediately in a panic calling your name.

“in here, my love”

as soon as his heart settles, he realises the bathroom light was probably a dead giveaway. you’re taking a wee, you’ll be back in a minute.

that doesn’t stop a sleepy simon from leaning in the doorframe, shielding his eyes from the big light as he waits for you to finish up.

even on the short walk back to bed, you can feel fingers twisted in the back of your shirt- almost like you’re leading the way.

minute you’re both on the mattress, you’re being wrapped up in his arms, slotting you perfectly into the curve of his front- almost like you’re made for him.

(and you are)

[sunsetsimon]

thinking of simon gaining some weight when he gets back home from a long mission. he's like a big bear, warm and comfortable when he traps you in his arms. you're obsessed with his stomach chub, his abs now giving away to soft fat, filling out his shirts more.

your hand keeps ending up under his shirts, resting on his tummy, your fingers occasionally caressing his skin. simon huffs, slightly tickled by your soft touch along his belly. the corner of his lip curves as you sneak your hand into the waistband of his sweats and boxers, pushing past his blond happy trail to his pelvis.

your fingers graze the tip of his flaccid dick, a twitch in simon's thigh the only acknowledgment of your sudden touch. "oops-" you jump, pulling back and laying your palm back on his stomach.

"watch it," he rolls his eyes, shifting his hips to adjust himself. he can see your lips curled to hold back a smirk from the corner of his eye, refusing to turn to you and acknowledge it. he knows it wasn't an accident anyways, you minx.

[doestalker]

roomate with benefits!geto who returns from work, stressed, to the apartment you share with him. he's ready for a long shower, only to find you in the sole bathroom the place had taking a bath.

your nude body relaxing in the pink bubbly water, a cigarette between your fingers with the smoke lazily dancing above the tip. soft melodies coming from your speaker fill the cramped space with a soothing hum.

you look up at him and smile softly. he returns the gesture, a slight tint of fatigue in his expression. his tired eyes lazily scan your body, taking in your figure as he leans against the doorframe.

"how was work?" you ask.

"awful," he sighs.

you don't answer. instead, you take a drag of your cigarette and gesture with your finger for him to get closer. he huffs a soft laugh, pulling the hairband from his long hair before he starts unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

he undresses until he's down to his briefs, then sits on the edge of the bathtub and takes the cigarette from your fingers. he takes a long drag, the smoke curling out from his nose as he exhales with a loud sigh.

"wanna get in?" you offer.

-

the splashes of the bath water almost compete with envy with the wet sounds of your pussy being pounded. geto was laying down on the bath, his neck on the pink headrest you bought online, his long legs spreading alongside the small bathtub. his fingers were gripping the sides of your hips so hard that they may leave a couple bruises. you were riding him - well, you were on top of him while he fucked you.

from your point of view, you could appreciate his expressions. how his brows furrowed, how his teeth sank on his bottom lip, how his eyes rolled back into his skull when you swayed your hips in circular motions. he was a sight for sore eyes with his pale skin flushed from the pleasure and his black hair damp from the water.

his length was buried deep inside your walls, his balls slamming against your ass when he thrusted up. he may've been tired, but that never meant a mediocre fuck. no, he always went all out with you. always so passionate.

"fuck- you're being so good to me, always so good. being my little stress ball, my little toy to relieve my stress, hm? you like it when i use you like this?"

[writersdrug]

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish is the kind of dad who throws your kids around for fun, tossing them into the air and catching them just to hear their infectious laughter, ignoring the worrisome protests that you call out from the kitchen when they get a little too high.

Captain John Price is the kind of dad who convinces your children to ask you for pizza for dinner, acting all surprised when you tell him to call the local pizza place, eyebrows rising with "What's the occasion?" despite the obvious grin that his plan worked. You aren't fooled.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is the kind of dad who chases your kids around with a nerf gun, relentlessly pelting them with styrofoam bullets and ganging up on your oldest son with your youngest daughter. Waits behind the front door for your son to get home from school and immediately fires on him.

Simon "Ghost" Riley is the kind of dad who holds your toddlers like footballs, your daughter tucked sideways under his arm and dangling your son by his ankle. "Found these mice sniffin' 'round the cookie tin." He says with a deadpan expression, but you don't miss the way his mouth twitches when they giggle and shriek.

[deunmiu-dessie]

!reader who decides that they want to try being on top for once and anchors their small hands on ghost's chest, bouncing sloppily on his cock and whimpering at his praise. “that’s it. good girl, just like that.” !reader who pants in small, short puffs, cheeks flushing red and legs cramping. !reader whose movements start to get slower just when they're on the brink of cumming. “ i c-can't, m’tired, si.” bf!simon who rumbles deep in his chest at your whiney complaint, "ah, fuckin' hell." bf!simon who grabs the fat of your hips and fucks up into you, hard and fast, gravelly voice mocking. "look at you, can't even fuckin' ride me properly." bf!simon who simpers at your scrunched up face and bleary eyes, mouth open to let out pitiful sobs. "m' sorry, d-daddy--mmn!" he chuckles softly, "'s alright, pet. " ˙ᵕ˙

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ - 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒! ⁽ nsfw ⁾

[multi-fandom-imagine]

ミ★: Lucifer Morningstar giving you oral.

A/n: I said it was gonna happen so here it is.

It wasn't Lucifer's fault that he fell for you, you were so sweet, so kind to Charlie that it just happened. He was over the moon knowing that you felt the same way, I mean it's not like he knew you were Adam's wife...ex as you would often correct him given that the angel was the one that sent you to hell.

Though it was how you told him that you never had a real orgasm, that Adam refused to even go down on you. He knew that he had to fix that, he was going to make you scream his name.

Hovering over you, Lucifer ran his tongue over his lips. You looked so good, so beautiful, from your soft curves, the way your skin glowed in the dim light, it was a vision that never failed to captivate him.

As Lucifer shifted his body on the bed, he let his fingers trace a path from your collarbone down to the gentle swell of your breasts. His touch was feather light, teasing as a small whimper escaped your lips.

A smirked formed on his lips, his forked tongue poking through his lips as he lowered himself to the edge of the bed. His eyes locking with yours, his voice low and filled with hunger.

"Spread your legs for me, my pretty little angel." His voice was laced with anticipation. "I want to taste you, make you scream my name."

He then delved between your thighs, his tongue eager to please you, his lips and tongue working in tandem to bring you to the heights of pleasure. He devoured you with a hunger, your gasp's and moans only fueling him.

Lucifer's forked tongue gliding across your clit, gently sucking the bud as your nails dug into the sheets.

He was smiling now, couldn't help but feel happy knowing that he was the one giving you pleasure. As he continued to tease and pleasure you, his fingers found his way to your entrance, slipping inside to further intensify the sensations. Lucifer continued to explore you with his mouth, his tongue tracing patterns over your sensitive flesh, his fingers thrusting rhythmically within you.

He relished in the sounds of your pleasure, the way your moans filled the room, spurring him on to push you further towards ecstasy.

He reveled in the taste of you, the way you quivered beneath your touch, your body trembling with each wave of pleasure that washed over you. He was going to commit these sound's to his memory.

And when you finally reached your climax, your body convulsing with pleasure, he held you tightly, his lips pressed against your trembling thighs as he rode out your release. Only when he was certain you had been thoroughly satisfied, Lucifer pulled away, a satisfied smirk gracing his lips.

He could still taste you and god did he already miss taste.

"My dearest" Lucifer's voice filled with adoration. "You are intoxicating as ever, I will make sure you will be treated how you deserved to be treated."

Leaning in, Lucifer nuzzled his nose into your neck. "Rest assured, I will alway's find you attractive. You are mine and I will make sure you are always satisfied."

Feeling warmth creep up your cheeks, you did your best avoid eye contact with Adam as Lucifer clutched you tightly to his chest.

"YOU FUCKED MY WIFE!"

A slow smirk formed on Lucifers lip's as he clutched you tightly to his chest. One hand moving to his lips as he made a v with his fingers. "We did a lot more than fuck."

[seasons-of-death]

bsf!rafe waking up with morning wood

warnings: smut (mdni) maybe somnophilia if you squint i guess? morning wood, me trying something new bc i came up with this random blurb i might try out writing other blurbs like this??? so if you have any ideas or pairings you want me to write for pls lmk because as much as i love writing +2k word fics it's fun to rewind by writing shorter stuff too

wherever rafe went, you followed; and even though it annoyed some of his friends, they didn't dare to say anything about it to rafe, because the one time they did, he got so angry they thought they were getting their asses kicked.

everywhere, also happened to include his bed. it had started after you had accidentally passed out on his bed from how much you drank, and he didn't care if you were there or not, he was sleeping in his own bed. now, it had gotten to the point where you couldn't sleep without him, and vice versa.

but you weren't a couple, of course not. rafe wasn't one for relationships, and you were just his friend since childhood, and even if he fucked you into the mattress a couple of times per week, or the fact that he never allowed any other girl to be in his bed, or that he thought of you whenever he hooked up with someone, it was just friendship.

"come on, wake up pretty girl..." he mumbled into your shoulder as you started stirring awake, rafe holding up one of your thighs up slightly as his hand rubbed his hard cock against your panty-clad pussy.

"come on, rafe..." you mumbled sleepily, and the blonde pressed a small, warm kiss on your shoulder over the fabric of his t-shirt. "why'd you wake me up? can't you see that 'm tired..."

"princess.. i need you..."

"rafe, we already went three rounds yesterday..."

"please, baby..." rafe mumbled, pressing soft kisses to your neck, the action causing shivers to go down your spine, and you could feel your panties starting to get wet, sticking to your puffy folds. "i'll do anything... just need you so much right now..."

you looked at him with half-lidded eyes as he pressed lazy kisses on your neck, "anything?"

"anything for you, princess. including murder."

"will you buy me those vivienne westwood earrings i want?"

"hell, i'll get a matching necklace."

and that's how you ended up with your best friend on top of you, pounding into your already sore pussy from the night before, your face pressed against the sheet as you let out moans that got muffled by the pillow, a handful of your hair around his fist as you closed your eyes in pleasure, your fists gripping the sheets to try and anchor yourself as he spoke in a low tone with every thrust "such a good girl for me... you're mine... this pussy's all mine... no one's gonna fuck this pretty pussy like i do..."

yeah. just friendship.

[retiredteabag]

Too hot to cuddle!!

this is part one of my dual-fic based on this fanart read about winter!Toji here :]

synopsis: Toji becomes jealous of your pillow…

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You and Toji cuddle often. It wasn't something you guys ever spoke about or needed to ask for but it wasn't uncommon for the man to come home from a job and find you spread across the couch, only to come over and lay his entire body over yours until you complained about "needing air".

This was the perfect dynamic for winter, Toji's body heat seemed to always be in supply but in the summer, the man could be nude, without a blanket in sight, prone before an oscillating fan, and still sweating.

It was the unfortunate truth that Toji would overheat, even if you were particularly chilly. So when the summer months came around, you were blessed with the entire comforter to yourself.

Too hot for him, you would pull your arms into the blanket so he would have his side of the bed to sprawl while you could rest, enwraptured in warmth.

It was a dynamic that worked for both of you- until it didn't

One night, mid-summer, you unconsciously had yourself tucked tightly within the comforter. Shifting in your sleep, you exhaustedly unraveled enough to reach out for Toji's form. Subconsciously, you felt for him, and in your sleepy state, tucked yourself around his torso, legs tied with his own. The groan he let out did little to rouse you or waive your hold on him.

In the heat of the moment (no pun intended) he shook your arm from his waist, grunting whilst turning to face your sleeping figure. With little but a sleepy hum in reply, he made more of an effort to push you and your warm blanket away from him.

“s too hot” He grumbled.

Your unconscious mind took no offense, soon finding comfort again by flipping over, wrapped in the blanket, to throw yourself around one of your many pillows.

Toji rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he watched this occur. After moving you from his form, he witnessed as you practically spooned the pillow in your grasp. Face smooshed in, like you did with his chest, leg lifted over the side, arms surrounding his replacement.

Seeing as you chose the blanket over him, he couldn't help but be peeved. Even exhausted and hot, he wants you to choose him, even if he had just pushed you away.

At least tell him you’re mad. But it seems you’re too tired for that... shouldn’t you be able to pick him, conscious or not? With a sigh he yanks the blanket from your tucked grasp. A whine sounded in the room.

"to-ji..."

"c'mon." He pulled until you finally were awake enough to see him. Ignoring the words he had just spoken, his aforementioned grunts of it being "too hot" he lifted you from your spot onto his chest, your side of the bed soon baren as he swung his leg to kick your pillow off the edge, only to lean onto his side, locking you in his embrace.

[rosieandthethorns]

i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

[sqtorux]

brain is filled to the brim with pornstar! suguru filming videoes with you for the first time.

you're a bit nervous to be doing all this but it's suguru. of course you'll do whatever he asks.

he excels at his job because boy, does he take you well. your back is to him and you're bouncing up and down his cock— slaps of skin and unholy moans fill the room.

when you feel your legs giving out though, his hands find themselves to your waist gently guiding you, helping you out.

heat rises to your cheeks at the gesture and you're suddenly aware of the soft strokes he does on your hips.

suguru sees you looking down, trying to hide your flustered face but no, none of that— he wants to see you. whats the purpose of filming this if you're hiding from the camera?

he leans in, closing the small space between your back and his chest. your name falls from his lips like honey as his warm breath brushes the side of your cheek.

"you're doing so good ..." his sweet sweet words only tightens the knot in your stomach.

"baby- god- baby can you look at the camera f-f'me" of course, you comply. shaking your hair away from your face as suguru's hands trail up to brush them away for you, you stare into the camera—his thrusts in you never stopping.

"there she is" suguru groans when you clench around him, desperate to milk out everything his dick has to offer.

with your fucked out face and pretty sounds suguru thinks maybe, just maybe he finally has a favourite person to film his videos with.

[heavenbarnes]

there was something to be said about the fact older bf!simon made such a good house husband.

“i forgot my lunch :( ”

“forgot to make it or bring it?”

“both?”

“on my way”

because the next thing was your coworkers slowly raising their heads to the sound outside your office, a throaty rumbling of an engine right outside the doors.

not a car, motorcycle maybe? question affirmed when it revved twice.

they shot you confused looks when the sound made your ears prick up, a sweet smile on your face as you trotted out the front of the building.

behemoth of a man sat astride a motorcycle. his leathers added bulk but there was something about him that said he was big enough without them.

he watched you walk over as he raised the visor on his helmet, the black one with a ghostly image of a skull painted across it.

your coworkers pressed to the windows, trying their best to hide behind the curtains and potted plants but failing all the same.

the man pointed to his face as you got on tip toes to press a kiss to his nose through the balaclava he had under the helmet.

“don’t make it a late one, alright?”

“yessir”

as you gave him a haphazard salute, he reached behind to give you a pat on the backside before he stood to retrieve the brown paper bag he’d been carrying.

lunch in hand, you lean in to press a kiss to the visor he’d just lowered- right on top of the lipstick print that sat in the corner of it.

the print that looked a lot like your lips.

the helmet never leaves the back of you as you walk towards the office, your coworkers scrambling to not get caught staring.

you didn’t mind, just smiled as you reached into your lunch bag and retrieved a sandwich. the one that was cut perfectly into the shape of a heart.

[reidsfilm]

cowboy!simon riley who catches you stealing apples from the apple tree he had grown in the backyard of his house. Pretty sundress swaying in the wind as he stands by the window watching you pluck from the tree, discreetly looking around and making sure no one sees you. but you’re caught, you just have no clue.

cowboy!simon riley who confronts you for stealing his apples a few days later, having you perched over his lap. ''You're a little thief aren't you?'' He lifted your sundress, your plump and round backside coming into view for Simon's dark eyes. You squirm on his lap and he growls as he doesn't warn you about the harsh smack that lands on your ass, making you jolt forward at the impact.

''M'sorry...'' Is all you can manage to say. Simon scoffs as he lands another firm smack to your ass, making you yelp. ''You're sorry, eh? Should've thought about that before you stole, love.''

And he continued abusing your ass until you're a red and crying mess, tears streaming down your face as your ass is as red as those apples you stole. Serves you right doesn’t it?

cowboy!simon riley who stuffs you’re tight cunt full of his thick and throbbing cock, using the slickness of your folds to coat his head before sinking into your awaiting heat. ''So tight… this cunt is swallowing my cock so good.'' he rasps into you're ear as he folds you’re knees, having them pressed up into you're chest as his balls slap against the underside of you're ass.

''Such a good cunt, hm? So obedient. If only the owner of it was as well.'' he clicked his tongue, his thrusts harsh and rough as the tip kissed your cervix. And all you can do is babble and whine as your brain is completely fucked out and mushy.

cowboy!simon riley who fills you to the brim as he comes with a guttural groan as he spills all of his seed inside you, milking you’re gummy walls white. and when he pulls out, he watches his cum seeping out of you're hole, and he can’t have that. You whimper and hiss as he puts two fingers into your hole, collecting his cum and making sure not a single drop goes to waste. 

cowboy!simon riley who simply leaves you there, breathless and flushed and hole filled with his essence. ''Next time I'll use a belt on that pretty little arse of yours.''

And maybe stealing those apples wasn’t such a bad thing after all with the promise of a next time from the hardened cowboy.

a/n: had a dream about this. so I just had to write a short blurb about it ughhh

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

kaminari complains to his friends about how gross it is that you and katsuki kiss every morning in front of your classroom door. like, have some compassion for the singles, yknow ?! his friends tell him to just drop it.

what they don’t know is the reason he kisses you every morning is to guess which flavor your lipgloss is. and he’s a little too proud when he gets it right.