#always like whatever you are too sensitive like oh shit maybe because you are being cunts

[ashmp3]

Literally pissed off sorry second post of the day me being pissed off but when will people stop commenting on my body and my eating habits ESPECIALLY on the beach where i’m you know half naked i hate it makes me feel like i’m under microscope. My mother talking to her friends how i’m not eating -> them all commenting on my body -> one of them asking me to eat some healthy shit and asking me what i eat in detail -> me snapping at both her and my mom to leave me alone and now three of them are under one umbrella and i am alone under the other one AND i can still hear my stupid mother going at it like oh my god admit u are wrong

[stevesjockstrap]

kinktober 5: Corroded Coffin/Steve & group sex

Rated E • Corroded Coffin polycule + Steve • famous Corroded Coffin, regular guy Steve, no UD, indeterminate time frame, implications of free use, double penetration

Suggested by @fuctacles

Corroded Coffin had always been close; maybe a lot closer than anyone would’ve expected. No one remembered how it had started, really. Just a bunch of dudes stuck in close quarters together for too long, especially in the early days where groupies were unheard of. Guys messed around with their friends, helped them out, right?

Eddie knew what they had was taboo, and of course this unspoken thing continued after the band had hit it big, hiring assistants and management, through relationships and falling outs. The band knew they always had each other. That had worked for them for so long, why stop now?

Until Steve Harrington crashed into his life, uprooting everything Eddie had thought possible. He was nobody, just a normal man who worked a boring office job. They’d crossed paths randomly, at a hotel where Steve was attending a work conference. Eddie had made a fool of himself, unable to speak or make sense, mystified at the beautiful man in front of him.

The band laughed at Eddie falling so hard so fast with this regular guy, figuring it would burn out as fast as all of their attempts at separate endeavors always had.

Eddie soon learned that Steve was very needy, and found the idea of others joining them more than appealing. He wasn’t put off by Eddie’s shy admission of the band mates helping each other out. It wasn’t the dealbreaker it had been in the past. Eddie, and everyone else, were pleasantly surprised.

He had talked Steve into taking a sabbatical at work to join the band on their international tour. He’d finally caved, as there'd be no way Steve would survive without his boyfriend for the months they’d be gone. The few days or weeks in the beginning of their relationship had been unbearable for him.

The boys were even more hyped up than usual after the show tonight, rushing through meet and greets. It may have had something to do with Steve waiting for them in the green room in only a pair of baby pink panties, cock hard and plug already in place.

Eddie smirked at him, taking his time as he licked across his sensitive nipples while Drew pushed into him from behind. Steve’s own dick was engulfed by Jeff’s skilled mouth and his hands were working Gareth’s hole and cock. They had all perfected their roles, the boys knowing what each other wanted before they could ask for it. And Steve fit in quickly and immediately, completely uninhibited and giving as good as he got.

Eddie usually found himself hanging back, wanting to watch them take Steve apart and then use him to exhaustion. Steve was the most insatiable person Eddie had ever met. He’d come again and again and still cry and whine for more. Jeff and Drew were mostly useless after coming once, so then it was up to Gareth and Eddie to work him to completion.

Not that anyone ever complained.

Once Drew was snoring on the other couch and Jeff was chugging a bottle of water, Eddie slid into his twice-filled hole as Steve bottomed out into Gareth.

“Oh shit, baby. You love being in the middle, huh?” Eddie gasped as he clenched around him.

“Love all of it,” he murmured, starting the rhythm of their thrusts. He cried out as he fucked himself back and forth between them. Gareth was unusually quiet, and Eddie realized Steve’s fingers were shoved into his mouth.

“Gareth really wanted Steve to fuck him, but he said he didn’t want Becky to have to listen to his wailing. Her room is right next to us here,” Jeff explained.

Eddie chuckled, sucking a dark bite into Steve’s shoulder.

Their publicist had put up with a lot the last few years. She really liked Steve, probably because he was so easy going and friendly. Being gorgeous probably helped, but Steve always tried to help out with whatever Becky needed.

Gareth reached up to pull the fingers away from his mouth to grumble, “Don’t know why you have to suck up to her, you’re already her favorite.”

They both fucked forward hard at the same time, making Gareth cry out loudly. Proving his point, Steve shoved three fingers back in, snorting at his choked off noise.

Gareth came quickly after that, rutting back to try to make Steve come first but Eddie pushed two dry fingers in alongside Steve’s cock as Steve jerked him off. He didn't stand a chance.

“Want me all to yourself now, princess?” He teased as they switched positions, Steve riding him fast. His cock was hard and dripping, bouncing with him as he sunk down onto Eddie. They both jolted as Gareth decided to get revenge by pushing his own thick fingers next to Eddie’s cock.

“Yesss,” Steve whined. “More, Gare. That’s- oh fuck. Shove your cock in too.”

Eddie laughed but Gareth spit into his other hand and worked himself back to hardness. He pushed at Steve's shoulder to get him into a better angle, holding himself above Eddie’s chest. After only a few moments of rubbing his cock between their bellies, Steve came again, easing the way for Gareth as he slowly pressed in beside Eddie’s cock.

The tightness around his cock was insane. But looking up at both of their faces was better. He’d never seen Steve like this before, eyes unfocused, keening loudly as he and Gareth found a rhythm to fuck into him together.

“Oh fuck, that’s hot,” Jeff groaned from his seat, leaning forward unabashedly staring at where they were all connected.

Steve pulled away a bit, and Eddie stilled. But he only pushed up on one arm to reach back with the other, teasing his fingers around the stretched skin. The other two groaned with him.

“So fucking full, oh my god,” he nearly shouted.

Gareth giggled and shoved forward roughly, making all three of them cry out. When he continued, Steve was the one making all the noise. So much for not pissing Becky off.

They both had the same idea, both of their hands coming to cover Steve’s mouth simultaneously.

“Gunna come, Gare, oh shit,” Eddie warned.

“Me too.”

Eddie reached one hand to pull at the hair at the base of Steve’s skull, bringing him in for a filthy kiss as Gareth pulled Steve’s hips back and forth. Steve came again, squeezing impossibly tighter around them, Eddie swallowing his noises as they continued fucking him through it.

He felt Gareth’s release hot around him before he succumbed to his own climax.

When he’d caught his breath, Steve was laying on his chest, a satisfied sort of smirk across his face.

“We are definitely doing that again,” he mused.

“Oh, you are trouble,” Gareth responded where he was sprawled on the floor a few feet away, pushing his hair off his sweaty forehead as he panted.

Insatiable as always, Steve somehow conned Eddie into eating out his abused hole in the shower until he came twice more.

They bought flowers and a bottle of wine for Becky, who only avoided eye contact with them for a couple days afterwards.

Dividers by @/steddiecameraroll-graphics & @/fuctacles

[kingkatsuki]

— release

Don’t mind me, just feeling self-indulgent today💕

Being Dynamight’s PR manager you were used to getting him out of trouble, it’s only fair he show you some appreciation.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, piss.

Word Count: 1.2k.

“Spread your legs.”

“What?” A fierce heat flooded to your cheeks as you tried to ignore the throb between your thighs at such a blaze request.

Your fingers stilled against your keyboard as you looked up at your boss from across the room. City lights illuminated the empty office as you were the only two left on the floor, the last minute mission reports were almost complete and your body ached from hunching over your computer for so long.

Each time Dynamight faced a destruction of public property charge it always meant staying late, his PR team working overtime to try and arrange reparations. And as his PR manager it meant staying later than the rest of your employees, who were long gone. You’d expected the phone to stop ringing during office hours, but after just getting off the phone with another disgruntled civilian at past ten, you were proved wrong.

“You heard,” He stepped towards you as he carded a hand through his messy hair.

“I should be giving you orders right now, Dynamight,” You hissed, “Do you realise how many complaints I’ve had to address today because of you?”

“People always got shit to complain about,” He scoffed, “I got the guy, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but maybe you could do it without totalling a building next time?” You sneered.

“I thought you liked staying late in the office with me,” He grinned, walking around the edge of your desk, “You were pretty happy when I had you pressed against my window last month.”

Your heart raced at the memory, your breasts pressed against the cool glass as he pounded into you from behind. His agency was one of the tallest buildings in the city, but there was still a chance that someone could’ve seen you.

“I think you like when I do this shit.” He pressed.

“Oh yeah, I really love spending overtime being berated on the phone.” You rolled your eyes.

“Just hang up on those fuckers,” He shook his head, “They’re always the first to complain when shitty Deku’s not there in time.”

“Unless you’d missed it, my job is to get you out of shit,” You smiled, “Not to make it worse.”

“I thought your job was to do whatever I say.” Large palms pushed your computer chair back from the desk, spinning you to face him.

“My job is to keep you out of trouble,” You crossed your arms over your chest, “Which is why you seem to enjoy making it hard.”

“I think you’re the one that likes making me hard, sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes at his crass humour as his lips curled into a smug grin, “So spread your legs.”

Bakugou’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he watched the way your cute skirt rose further up your thighs as you obeyed, revealing your plain cotton panties to his debauched gaze.

“Good girl.” He growled. You were always so obedient, so easy. The way you were ready and willing to do anything for him at the blink of an eye.

But you needed this too, especially after the day you’d had. You deserved it, and Bakugou was more than willing to give it to you.

“Been thinkin’ about this all damn day,” He groaned, “I shoulda called you into my office earlier.”

“I really need to use the bathroom first, Katsuki.” You mumbled.

A request which fell upon deaf ears as Bakugou settled himself between your plush thighs, broad arms shouldering them further apart as he nuzzled your clothed crotch. Breathing in the scent of you as you involuntarily bucked your hips into his touch, your core throbbing with desire and need.

“So pretty,” He hums, ignoring your request as he places a chaste kiss on your sensitive clit through the fabric, grinning when your body jolts in response, “You been waiting for me all day?”

“Shit,” You whined, hands blindly reaching out for his messy mop of hair as he began to lap at your folds through the thin material. Watching it darken from a mixture of your slick and his spit as your pelvis began to tighten. Trying to chase the pleasure he was giving you and ignore the dull throb that pulsed inside you, desperate for relief, “Katsuki, I really have to pee first.”

You could coax him to the bathrooms, let him pound you over the sinks as he’d done so many times before after you’d given yourself the relief you were craving. Being sat autonomously at your desk for so many hours as you tried to repair the mess that Dynamight had created, you’d lost track of time and basic human needs. His warm hands smoothing along your inner thighs reminded you of just how desperately you needed to go.

If Bakugou heard your pleas, he chose to ignore them. Palming himself through his slacks as he lapped at your sensitive clit through your panties.

You were certain you wouldn’t be able to hang on for much longer, trying to close your thighs around his head in a feeble attempt to hold yourself back for a little longer— to stop yourself from humiliating yourself in front of your boss.

Bakugou’s fingers curled beneath the fabric as he pulled them down your thighs, leaving them settled around one of your ankles as he spread you apart with his thumbs.

“Kats,” You groaned, your cunt clenched from the throb in your pelvis, “Please.”

“Ain’t no one stopping you, sweetheart.” He rasped, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against your puffy clit.

The contact with your bare cunt had your hips jerking, throwing your head back against the headrest as you felt your pelvis throb. All conscious thoughts swirling from your mind as you finally allowed yourself to relax and succumb to the desire. The euphoria almost mind-numbing as a warm stream began to trickle from between your thighs.

“Oh fuck, baby. That’s it—” Bakugou groaned as he watched through half-lidded eyes. His cock throbbing beneath his slacks as he watched you relieve yourself in front of him, “So pretty.”

Bakugou smoothed his thumb along your slit, following the warm stream as your hole clenched around nothing from the contact. Embarrassment had your heart pounding in your chest as your eyes clenched shut, your hands gripping onto the arms of your chair as you tried to close your thighs.

“Don’t,” Bakugou snarled, slapping your cunt as the wet sound echoed around the empty Office. You gasped at the contact as your eyes snapped open, “Look at me.”

The painful throb was now replaced with white hot bliss that coursed through your veins as your eyes rolled back, your lips parted in a desperate whine as he pulled back to watch you with his intense crimson gaze.

“Oh fuck,” You bit down on your lower lip hard as you emptied your bladder, finally beginning to feel your body relax as the intense throb from your clit took over. Desperate for any kind of contact as you rolled your hips into Bakugou’s touch.

“You’re so perfect, you know that?” He hummed, his fingers brushing along your wet slit before pushing inside your tight core, stealing all the air from your lungs, “My dirty girl.”

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Scud knows the second you find out he took your dildo that he’s in so much trouble, he can almost see the burning look in your eyes but that doesn’t matter now. What matters now is that he has it, and he’s alone. He made sure that the walkie was one hundred percent off, cause god forbid everyone on the channel hear him not doing his assignment.

It always made Scud feel so flithy whenever he started to undo his pants, dropping them down around his ankles. At first he couldn’t get the thing to stick, maybe not because it was a fabric fucking chair, so he huffed. There was a half crush box in the corner, Scud snatching it up and ripping it open, placing it flat on the seat. This time, the dildo stuck, and Scud squeezed a shit ton of lube out. You’d be mad about that too, but that didn’t even matter, not with the way Scud easily slipped down the entire cock without even trying, gripping the small table in front of him for balance.

It was the deepest he had ever had a dick inside him, so deep Scud swore that part of it was in his stomach. He lifted himself up and slid back down, little to no resistance anywhere. Scud didn’t waste any time before he was already loudly groaning and shaking the van, bouncing quickly as each thrust hit a sensitive nerve he didn’t even know was there. He grips the edge of the table tightly with one hand, the other wrapping around his tender cock and tearing a cry from his throat, squeezing around his leaky tip.

He could hear your voice in his head, scoffing at him and looking down on him for being such a “dirty little fucking whore.” Oh he wanted to hear your voice so badly, whimpering as he quickened his pace, wet slapping sounding in the small van from where Scud almost dripped lube from his ass, rolling down and smearing across his nuts. He could imagine the way you point it out to him, asking “can you hear how fucking wet you are for me? so eager and ready for me?” God yes, he could hear all of it, almost downright taste it.

His orgasm was burning hot in his gut, and all he could think about was how fucking amazing he felt. He knows better then to go behind your back, and it makes him feel like such a slut when he thinks about how much that just turns him on. His hand speeds up as he continues to jerk himself, whining and stuttering out curses as each jabs to his insides combined with the harsh stroke of his hand, Scud absolutely falls apart. “Fuuck! Oh God yes- fuck, fucking fuck me” He sobs, hips sputtering as he cums everywhere, head thrown back and stull feverishly moving his hand, sloppily bouncing on the dildo.

His ears were ringing, his chest expanded with every heavy pant, and his legs trembled from where they had been totally overworked, thigh muscles tense and straining. Scud almost passed out in the chair, his entire body going limp after a blinding orgasm.

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yes I am very obsessed with Scud yes I did change my blog theme to him and so what he’s my perfect innocent little baby boy he wouldn’t even hurt a fly hes scared of them he would never and could never do any type of wrong in his whole life he’s just my little sassy stoner whatever he’s being accused of I can 1000% guarantee you that he had literally nothing to do with it your honor he wasnt even there

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[vevobly]

Being Natalie Scatorccio Girlfriend Headcanons (Pre-Crash) [Part 2]

A/N: More headcanons for being Natalie's girlfriend pre-crash! Heads up for sensitive topics such as alcohol drinking, substance abuse, and more.

Now, Natalie can't help it but she often ends up thinking she's not good enough for you. I mean, she's just broken goods; what do you even see in her? It's cause of this that she tends to push you away, convinced you deserve better.

You have to constantly remind her how much she means to you and that she's worth fighting for, even when she doesn't believe it. Still, it pisses you off when she pushes you away, and sometimes you two even get into fights because of it. But it's nothing you guys can't manage to get through!

Now elaborating more on the first part of this where I mentioned Natalie will call you up late at night just to talk about whatever. It usually happens when her dad passes out drunk or another fight at her home happens.

In your relationship with Nat, it's not about what's being said or done—it’s just about knowing you’re there for each other. You two have a tendency to listen to each other talk before falling asleep. Whether it’s you or Natalie who falls asleep first, neither of you ends the call until you hear the other breathing quietly after a moment.

Sometimes, when things get really shitty for Nat at home, you guys just sneak off with alcohol from her dad's stash (stolen out of spite) and drink together. You're not proud of it, but it's one of the ways she copes. Besides that, she always feels guilty afterward, and when she does; you're there to comfort her.

Oh, and in case you don't drink, Natalie always brings an extra drink other than alcohol for you. Or if you feel like it, you just take a small drink of it. Maybe mixing in some water with it even though it doesn't make much difference if you do.

After soccer practice (assuming you're not on the team with her), you're always waiting for her outside; leaning against her car. It's like a little routine you guys have: she'll spot you as she's leaving the field and will be beaming.

If you smoke, you guys will share a cigarette before driving off together to wherever you two can find a little peace. If you don't, Nat will probably just take a quick drag of her cigarette before driving off with you.

Think of it however you want, but you and Nat practically share a locker at school. Well, to be more specific, she shares her locker with you. Whether you keep yours tidy or not, she always makes sure there's space for your things despite how messy her locker is (the old papers, cigarette packs, and gum wrappers).

Whether you're a fan of sports or not, you're always at the edge of the field and cheering her on. But of course, in a low-key way! Since your relationship with her is supposed to be on the down low, and she isn't one for big shows of support. She might never admit it, but seeing you in the crowd? It keeps her grounded and it's one of the few things that makes her feel like she belongs.

Now this completely depends on whether you have a fucking savior complex or not but despite knowing her reputation at school, you give a fuck ton of excuses to teachers when they ask about her. Like she's just running late, not feeling well, something came up, and whatever you can make up on the spot honestly.

You even went so far as to literally fake some stuff (excuse letters from her parents etc) up for her just so she could stay out of trouble. Sometimes when she gets caught skipping school or with something she shouldn't have and whatever, you take the blame or help her cover it up.

She feels hella conflicted on whether to fucking love or hate you for doing that just for her. Oh, and really guilty too. You'll try telling her some other reason than not wanting her to get in trouble and shit, she'll still feel guilty. If you were out with her and doing the same as her, that just doubles the guilt she'd be feeling if you weren't.

Just like every relationship, nothing is perfect. You two will fight, have outbursts, and these moments where one of you shuts the other out. But you both will keep finding your way back to each other despite everything.

Shit becomes incredibly different though when Natalie's father dies. She shuts down emotionally and you're the only one she lets in during that time. Nat isn't great at expressing grief and she'll hide her emotions behind drinking or other reckless behavior. And you? You'll be there for her through it all, maybe you'll try to help but there's really not much you can do than just offer her your support.

Even before Nat's dad died, she talked a lot about wanting to leave town and start over with you. Though, her idea is to just pack up and drive far away from home and the crappy town you live in. While you? You think more about the details—where you'll go, what you'll do, and how you'll get by. It was a nice thought.

At least before the plane crashed.

[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Beach Bod Swap

"Tyler, hurry up you lameass!"

I quickly ran through the crowded beach to the shallow water where my fraternity brothers were about to take a group picture. I've always hated them but I really can't leave because it'd ruin my reputation. Once you're pledged to a fraternity, you can’t just easily leave and with the way my brothers are, they’d get revenge if I tried. So I'm stuck with a bunch of assholes. I don't even know why I joined in the first place, I should've known I wouldn't fit in.

"Hurry up and take the pic so we can get on with our lives!" One of the brothers yelled.

"All right, all right."

They set up a tripod, one guy placed a phone on it, we all got into position, but a second before it snapped, the guy on my right shoved me into the water.

"Hey!" Upon seeing the photo, everyone laughed their asses off at me flying through the air.

"Ha! We're keeping this one!"

We went to the beach to have some fun but all I felt was misery. While it's true the frat did encourage me to better myself physically, giving me a diet plan and exercise program in order to look my best, it was all for their reputation, not for me. All I have for myself is a pretty sick bod with abs. It's one of the only things I'm proud of.

I walked over to my beach towel, intending to relax the rest of the trip when a fat old guy approached me as I sat down.

"I saw that you know."

"Saw what?" I looked up at him but could barely see his face past the enormous belly and man tits.

"The way they treated you. Sounds like a bunch of assholes."

"Yeah well I'm stuck with them so..." I thought he would walk away after that but instead he stood for a minute.

"I may have something that will help you, if you want?”

“Whatever.”

“Then here lay down." He pointed at my towel. I had no idea what he was talking about but I laid down on my towel, only because I was going to do that in the first place. Maybe he'll go away now. I closed my eyes and started to relax. After a minute I decided he was gone...until I felt someone put their hands on mine.

I got up suddenly, ready to throw punches at this pot-bellied weirdo, who was probably about to violate me, when I realized something was off. I...couldn't. It felt like there was a heavy weight on my chest preventing me from getting up. The man was nowhere to be seen so I looked at my chest to see what was weighing me down, my eyes widening at the sight.

There was no weight on it, I AM the weight! My abs were completely gone and had been replaced with a flabby mass. I could see my nipples rolled to the side facing outward, since they were now attached to a saggy pair of man tits. They were kinda big too, and stuck out way further than my old ones ever did. Without hesitation, I went and touched them. It was wild. I didn't expect my nipples to be so sensitive since they were so far out from the rest of my body, but the sensation was like a surge that went straight to my dick...oh shit my dick! I couldn't even see my own swimsuit anymore! This chubby gut is completely blocking me from seeing my own dick! I tried sitting back up, but couldn't.

I ended up rolling over, feeling the gravity force me onto my stomach, only it didn't feel like I was on my stomach. It felt like I was laying on a marshmallow, while still being able to feel the sand on my torso. I groggily got up on all fours and managed to get onto my feet.

I stood there, still feeling weird. Suddenly, I felt a rush of humiliation and awkwardness. Everyone else looked so thin and full of energy, and I'm just that fat guy on the beach. The kind of guy I was always kinda silently judging. How did this happen though? And where did that old man go? I-oh god. It can’t be?

I rushed to the nearby restroom, feeling my belly and tits flopping around all over, a pretty disgusting sight that felt unsettling. I walked over to the mirror and found my horrors had come true. I AM the fat old guy! I leaned in closer and touched my face all over. I pinched my double chin, wiggling it back and forth. I ran my fingers through my colorless hair and found that most of it was in patches, as the bald spots almost took over completely. I opened my mouth to find all yellowing teeth, with shiny aluminum crowns replacing a few of them. I looked down at my body once again, now being able to see it in the mirror, and played with my tits as I watched them wobble and sag. I did the same with my belly, feeling the jiggle as I shook it up and down.

I can't believe this is actually happening. Is this that guy's way of helping me? Turning me into a different person to escape my fraternity brothers? I may not have liked my life but I did like my body! Suddenly I felt a vibration from my pocket. I reached in to find my own phone...not this old man's. An unknown number was calling me.

"Hello?"

"Hey man!" The voice sounded awfully familiar.

"Who are you?"

"It's me! You! Well, you now! This was my way of helping you!"

Oh god, he not only transformed me, he swapped our bodies entirely! That voice is my voice! He's trying to copy my way of speaking but it sounds all wrong.

"How is this helping me at all? I was a young fit college student. You turned me into a fat old man!"

"You didn't like your fraternity brothers did you? I swapped our bodies so you can escape. Shame that I had to be so ugly though...that hurts."

"Hey, look I'm sorry! But swap me back!"

"Sorry, no can do...at least not right now. I think I can do a much better job at standing up for myself than you ever could. How many more years of college do you have? Two? See you in two years then! Oh, and I'm sure you've noticed already but those nipples are extremely sensitive. I've been pumping them for awhile in order to get a more sensual experience. Maybe you can continue that!" He immediately hung up after he finished his sentence.

I'm sure my frat brothers are still on the beach, but if I try to return to them looking like this, they won't believe it's me! Maybe that guy's right. 2 years doesn't sound so bad actually. I won't have to deal with them anymore and if what he said was true, he could give me a much more assertive reputation for after I graduate!

"I guess that's a deal then." I said, absentmindedly rubbing one of my nipples. God that does feel good though. I headed into the stall and starting jerking. I couldn't see my dick and it was a little hard to reach anyway, but rubbing just one nipple was enough to give me all the pleasure I needed to reach max stiffness. The nipples were so sensitive that I actually stopped jerking entirely to rub both of them with my hands, feeling my man tits jiggle with every rub. I didn't stop getting hard even for a second and was able to cum without my hand even touching my dick! I was never able to reach a nipple orgasm with my old body! I could get used to this...

[arsheyee]

Geto x Y/N: Bad Boy Biker Geto

SMUT AHEAD KIDS BELOW 18 STAY OUT

Sooo I saw a fantastic fan art by this amazing artist and I wrote I geto smut

@polariae that bad boy geto fanart him with a bike inspired me to write this fanfic on geto. Truth is I got horny 🫣🫣

Word count : 1.3k words

This was the fanart

Hope you all enjoy and become horny

It is a bit long 😅😅😅 about 1333 words long but it is worth it. Got carried away while writing it blacked out and finished it at 3 am

TW: rough sex and name calling daddy specifically

You were frustrated. You weren’t ignored or neglected. You know you weren’t. Geto dotes on you like you are a princess and gives you his undivided attention always.

Maybe you were just being selfish.

“Why don’t you stay home tonight?” You whined, rubbing your body against his just slightly.

He knew what you were doing because he picked you up easily, holding you at eye level so your legs wrapped around his waist and your hands moved into his long hair.

I’m supposed to get there in ten minutes.” He pecked on your lips.

But as you kissed him, you didn’t seem to take that into account. Usually, he was in this position, seducing you while you were the voice of reason. But now it was switched.

“But daddy…” You whined again and at the sound of that word leaving your mouth, Geto cursed under his breath.

“It’s been so long. Wouldn’t you rather stay home and fuck my pussy.”

Your hand was already gripping him through his pants, rubbing over his pants already.

“I’ve been so wet all these days.”

“Y/N…” Geto said your name like it was a curse.

You took hold of his hand and pushed it underneath the flimsy dress you were wearing.

He was able to directly feel both the fact that you weren’t wearing any panties and, that you were wet.

Soaking actually…

“You can do whatever you want.”

Your sweet voice almost snapped his sanity.

“Please. My fingers don’t fuck me as hard as you do.”

He instantly had an image of you spread out on his bed with your fingers deep inside your soaking cunt.

Fingering your clit calling him out.

That snapped his self-control. It drove him wild but it was a good thing. That’s how you wanted him.

He pushed you on the bed and got on top of you.

You were already rubbing your thighs together. You want him deep the friction was not enough.

He swiped his fingers lightly over your clit making you squeal.

“Ahh~ please daddy more”

Focusing on your tits and in between your legs.

“Whatever the fuck I want?” He said, even his voice was more hoarse, rougher. And all you could do was nod.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet.” He hissed, “Just because I haven’t fucked you in a week? Are you really that fucking needy?”

Yes, he was right you were like a bitch in heat. You wanted him so deep inside you. You were so sensitive from how horny you’d been for so long, imagining his fingers, his cock, his tongue…anything.

You were whining just by how his fingers explored your pussy and clit. By the time he’d inserted two of his big fingers into you gasped, eyes closed, mouth open, and back arching. Your legs moved to close involuntarily but Geto’s hands kept your legs in place by your inner thighs. If anything, spreading them open even more.

“Keep your fucking legs open.”

You felt a sharp slap against your inner thigh when you tried to close your legs. “It’s too much, I ca—I can’t— daddy please ” And yet there you were, hips rolling against his palm to feel the heel of his hand rubbing against your clit.

“Yes oh my God. I’m gonna c—”

But then his fingers were gone, leaving your sloppy cunt empty and clenching around nothing.

“Daddy why pleas—”

You were cut off as his digits went in your mouth. You sucked on them

“Daddy is gonna fuck your tight pussy.”

You could only feel your need for him grow deeper and hotter in your belly, making you wetter and your bare pussy trying to find friction uselessly even with just the air.

Your mouth was watering by the time he shoved his pants and boxer briefs off and you finally had his pretty, hard cock in front of you. Finally. Despite how much he had tried to convince himself of his restraint, his tip was oozing precum already.

Geto climbed over you, pushing your legs further into your chest, effectively folding you in a mating press.

You felt so open. Your hole was clenching around nothing. And it was burning. You brain was short-circuiting and all you could think was Your Daddy Geto

“Ahhh~ ohhh ~ ohmf… daddy…”

Moans pours out your lips as he enters you. The size stung but it felt so hot.

His cock was spreading you open, you could feel him rubbing against your walls, feel every inch of him as he reached deeply into you. Your pussy was taking him in greedily, through his big size that had him looking almost squeezed inside of your small hole. He barely fit.

You were addicted to him.

Especially when his balls slapped against your ass, especially when his weight on you as he drilled into you in a harsh pace had you almost unable to breathe.

Only furthered by his big hand wrapping around your throat,

“Is this what you fucking wanted?”

“Ahhh~”

You could only moan in response to him.

“Can’t use your words baby. “ he smirked and darkly chuckled.

“Ah ah ah Daddy Daddy ohh right theeeerree…. “ You moaned as he hit you g-spot.

There was a sense of incoherence to your voice when you clung to him. “Keep fucking your pussy, daddy, please.” You were dizzy. But it felt so good. “Missed you so much.”

“D-daddy… Ahh Yes yes yeeesss I am going to cum” Don’t stop daddy please daddy” you begged him. And he obliged to your begging by giving you exactly what you wanted.

You put your hand in between the both you you to rub you aching clit. He smacked your hand growling “Don’t fucking touch my pussy. It’s mine. Only mine.”

He ran a hand down to rub at your clit,“Yeah? Feel good? You’re doing so good for me, princess.”

“Taking me so well this pussy is the best.”

“Fuck I’m gonna—” His eyes closed for a second but he watched to make sure he wasn’t hurting you despite your pleads of harder! fuck me harder daddy.

Yes Daddy I ahh~ cumming”

“Cum baby cum you can do it. Do it for Daddy. That’s right, make a mess for me.”

Your eyes were still dazed as his cock hit just the right place deep inside of you. And again and again. He was so good.

He leaned down and kissed your lips, it wasn’t a heavy kiss but it wasn’t a light peck either.

You came so hard you had to pull away from the kiss.

“Ahhhh~” “Fuck baby” he exclaimed as you let out a long moan. He also came along with you.

When he pulled away, he also finally left his position on top of you, pulling out and watching the way his cum stayed filling you up. The white remnants of his cream pie covering your pussy, the physical representation of his tainting.

You lay there on the mattress catching your breath.

“How’s my girl doing?”

But you didn’t answer him, just gave a slightly dopey-sounding giggle and curled up beside him. All he did was wrap his arms around you and keep you there, his lips near your ear. Sometimes he whispered sweet nothings but your fuzzy brain couldn’t focus on those soft words. Picking up soft murmurs of my pretty girl, always so beautiful, my sweet baby.

Are you okay?” He asked and smiled when you nodded.

“Do you need anything?” He again waited until you shook your head.

You let yourself be laid nearly on top of him, your head resting on his chest.

“Thanks for staying home with me. That was so good. It was exactly what I wanted. I just didn’t expect…” You laughed weakly.

You sounded so exhausted, mentally and physically. He didn’t blame you.

“I love you too, princess. Let’s get some sleep. You need to rest. I’m staying home tomorrow night too.”

He felt his cold heart come alive when you whispered a small ‘yay’ just as you drifted off.

[nighttime-horrors]

Hi hello!! I hope you're having a good day/night, whatever the hell time it is when you see this lmao. Anyways, I have a (maybe) strange request? I was wondering if I could request HABIT with a sensitive goth reader? Like they cry easily and just he eats it up, especially when their makeup runs. If not, obviously no worries!! Also sorry if you've done a request similar to this or something and I just was too blind to see it lol. Thanks!! 🖤

☼︎ Crybaby Goth S/O ☼︎

⊹ฺ Requested by a lovely Anon! ♡

⊹ฺ Characters: HABIT (EverymanHYBRID)

⊹ฺ Contains: Fluff; Gender Neutral Reader; No Use of (Y/N); Short headcanons; SFW

⊹ฺ Note: I'm sorry if this is short, I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, haha! But as a goth crybaby with a boyfriend that (lovingly) thinks I'm pretty when I cry, I got so excited to write this, haha! I hope you enjoy!! <3

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⊹ฺ Oh, he loves it!

→ His sweet little bunny who looks all intimidating to others but he can actually make you cry without even trying? He eats that shit up!!

⊹ฺ Purposefully masks any teasing tone his words could have just to see you tear up.

→ He's mean about it, but he is also fairly quick to correct himself and make sure you know you're cared about.

⊹ฺ Loves smudging your makeup!!

→ Whether it's because he made you cry and your eye makeup is running (alternately, making visible tear tracks through your foundation) or smudging your lipstick (even if it's matte, he finds a way), he loves it!

→ Messing up your eye makeup is easy, but loves running his thumb over your bottom lip, sometimes shoves his thumb in your mouth to make sure it smears. (Not related to being a crybaby, but I had to. <3)

⊹ฺ Sets up little pranks if you scare easy, that way you have no choice but you run into his arms.

⊹ฺ The itty bittiest part of him feels bad when he sees you tearing up or crying if it's his fault.

⊹ฺ He doesn't always try finding a way to help you calm down as much as he does just let you cry or find ways to make you cry harder.

⊹ฺ He always tells you how pretty you are when you cry. He can't help himself. You might get huffy or embarrassed, but he does not care.

→ Goes into detail about how shiny the tears make your eyes and how the makeup and tears just accentuate the color of your eyes.

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How to Rehabilitate a Jock Part 8

Part 1 Part Seven Part Nine Link to Ao3

Step 8: Let Him Fail

Babydoll. 

Babydoll?!

What. Was. THAT??? 

Eddie Munson had always been a flirt. A shameless, hopeless, flirt. All of his friends knew it, and they all accepted it with a modicum of grace. They were used to Eddie spontaneously proposing marriage, or declaring to duel for someone’s honor. 

It was one of his self defense mechanisms, a way to hide in plain sight. No one knew when he was actually getting crushes on people- Well no one but Gareth-  because if you flirt with everyone, then no one suspects you’re actually serious when it’s them. 

But this was the first time someone had ever flirted back. 

Eddie now finally understood why Jeff still turned into a blubbering mess anytime Eddie whipped out a shitty little ring he had made out of a wrapper from a stick of gum. He was pretty sure his brain was never going to come back down to Earth now that Steve Harrington sent it to the heavens with three stupid fucking syllables. 

BA-BY-DOLL

It wasn’t even- it had no- it didn’t even make sense! 

No one used the term babydoll except for middle schoolers who were on their first date and eighty year old men talking about their wives. Eddie should be cackling right now, laughing about how utterly ridiculous that little pet name was. It should be silly. It shouldn’t mean a damn thing. 

So why was it working for him?

Why did Eddie want to push Steve up against a wall right now and kiss him silly?! 

Why was his mind letting itself hope that maybe Steve…was being serious too? 

No. Eddie needed to get himself together. That was not happening. That should not be happening. That literally could never happen, and the sooner he accepted that reality, the better.  

This…this whatever this was, was nothing more than Steve teasing Eddie the way Eddie always teased Steve. That was all there was to it. The flirty freak was finally getting a taste of his own medicine from the teenage heartthrob of Hawkins High. 

Nothing more. Never. 

There would be no serenade from the balcony, no racing heart, no chorus of angelic voices harmonizing as Steve cupped his cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. And, most importantly, Eddie was absolutely, definitely, without a doubt, not about to have his crush on Steve Harrington come back in full force. 

Oh, who was he kidding? 

Eddie was pretty sure he had never been more screwed. 

Eddie was so preoccupied with trying to wrap his mind around what the fuck had just happened that he completely missed the small child sitting in his throne, and sat down right on top of the kid. 

“Ouch!”  

The tiny cry from beneath him jogged Eddie out of his fog, and the entire room began to try and hold back chuckles as he looked around confused until his eyes spotted Mike glaring up at him. 

“Steven? Why is one of your children sitting on my throne?” Eddie wondered aloud, asking a question that was far easier to answer than the rest that were currently taking up all the space in his brain. 

“Mike,” Steve sighed from his place in the doorway, hands automatically falling on his hips as he shook his head, “Move. Now.” 

“I like this seat,” Mike said with a bratty little smirk towards his babysitter. Steve rolled his eyes in an extremely theatrical fashion, tipping his head back and exposing the long pale column of his neck. 

Oh, it would be so easy to kiss right on his pulse point, wouldn't it? Steve would probably love that. He seemed like the type to be hyper sensitive, and he would make the most sinfully delicious noises as Eddie’s teeth scraped against-

Nooooooooooo. No no no no no. 

Eddie. Get your shit together. Now. 

“Jackass, you’re gonna get us kicked out,” Dustin said as Eddie mentally began to stab himself in the head. Mike replied by sticking out his tongue, and Dustin’s face screwed up into a kind of adorable scowl. 

“Mike, come sit with me,” Will offered. Mike grumbled, but immediately got up, scurrying over to Will’s side and sharing the chair he had dragged in between Kaiden and Gareth. This was the second time Eddie had seen Will act as the mediator for their little group, and Eddie had a feeling that it was a pretty regular thing. 

Now that his throne was once more vacant, Eddie sat down heavily, blowing all of the air out of his lungs in one big gust. He looked around the table, observing the changes that had been made to the layout. 

Eddie had expected the kids to find a corner to sit in, but instead they had taken the liberty to bring over chairs or scoot in with Hellfire members and start talking with them. It was shocking to see a group of preteens have no hesitation about throwing themselves in with, but Eddie had to hand it to them. It was damn brave.  

The thing that was more surprising was how happy the rest of the club seemed to be with this latest shift. For a group of people who had fought him tooth and nail on allowing Steve into the club, they seemed all too happy to accept the kids. 

Janet was sharing her seat with Max, their heads close together as they snickered about something that was definitely going to be exceptionally devilish. Eddie didn’t know much about Max, but he had a feeling that those two would be a match made in hell. 

Given the look Steve was giving them, Eddie had a feeling he would agree

Dustin had plopped a chair right in between where Frank and Steve were supposed to be sitting. He and Frank were loudly discussing the pros and cons of different character classes, both of them swinging their arms around to and fro with wild facial expressions. Jeff and Lucas were on the other side of the table, talking much more quietly and looking at something on his character sheet. 

Even Gareth seemed like he was into it! The second Mike sat down next to Will, Gareth coaxed him into a conversation about the campaign. They were both looking down at the table, an easy smile on his best friend’s face as Mike’s eyes sparkled with glee. Kaiden and Will were watching the two with soft little smirks, sharing amused eye rolls and gentle exasperated head shakes. 

Eddie’s heart ached ever so slightly as he watched Gareth patiently explain something to Mike, pointing to the map on the table as he spoke. Mike replied with enthusiasm, and Gareth threw his head back, laughing. 

That was the Gareth Eddie loved. 

Some of the tension in his shoulders fell away watching his best friend be the person Eddie knew he was. Gareth had somehow become a stranger almost overnight in so many ways, his vitriol against Steve poisoning his relationships with all of them. It was hard to be around him when he was like that, and an uncomfortable strain had come up between the whole club. 

The strain was gone right now, and Eddie was absolutely elated. 

“Sorry about the kids,” Steve said with an embarrassed smile, “They have no concept of boundaries,” 

“No, this is awesome,” Eddie replied immediately, “You should’ve told them weeks ago,” 

“Dunno why I made it such a big deal,” Steve murmured, his cheeks dusted with a soft rouge. 

“Can we get back to playing now?” Rocky asked impatiently, drumming his fingers on the table in front of him. 

The entire room turned their eyes towards Eddie and he made a show of stretching, settling himself back into his role. His audience had just doubled, but that only made him more eager to get started. Besides he had a feeling Steve’s kids would be expecting quite the show, and Eddie wasn’t about to disappoint. 

“You all tremble in fear as Kris Kringle decides your fates,” Eddie begins in a growling whisper, slowly raising his voice to a loud shriek, “Naughty…..Naughty….Naughty, Naughty, Naughty!” 

The kids began to quietly giggle, and an eager joyful energy swept through the room. Eddie cracked a devious little grin.

“There’s no hope for you now!” Eddie boomed in an over the top accent, “The only way off my list is DEATH! Give in and I will make it quick and, somewhat, painless.” 

The club shared a look. 

“Never!” Hellfire declared as one, and the game was on. 

Having the kids with them only added to the experience. Now that they had an audience, the club members were really getting into their characters. Even Steve was starting to open up more. 

The kids had been sworn to silence, not allowed to make suggestions or tell their respective Hellfire members what they could do, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t react. So react they did, shouting in anger when the party stumbled, giving victorious high fives when they dealt a blow to their holiday themed foe. 

But Eddie was crafty. Anytime Hellfire took a step forward, he would push them back two more, determined to give them an epic fight. 

Maybe a little too epic. There was still one whole final battle to get through according to Eddie’s notes, and it was nearly 7:00. Almost all of the party had escaped the toy factory, but Ex-Prince Stefan was still running around being chased by evil Santa. The ones outside were being swarmed by living snowmen controlled by Kris Kringle. They were throwing snowballs filled with razor blades at them, and the group’s luck was starting to dwindle.  

“We’re getting nowhere,” Janet groaned as Steve rolled a three, once again missing his chance to get out, “Let’s go back in and help him there instead. The snowmen will melt when Kris is dead.” 

“If any of us try to go back in, then Kringle’s lazer beam of pain will vaporize us instantly. You can only get out, not back in,” Kaiden glumly reminded her, looking down at the map where the six of them were surrounded on all sides by little paper snowmen dolls with tiny angry faces.

“If you all try running through at the same time one of you might survive,” Eddie snickered, tapping his chin in mock consideration and loving the glares being shot his way. 

The kids, who had all been starting to squirm around, groaned as a collective. Dustin reached down into his backpack, bringing out a notebook and beginning to furiously scribble something down. As the club continued to try and strategize, Dustin lobbed the paper ball over to Lucas, who caught it midair and studied what Dustin had written down. 

Eddie hummed to himself, watching the kids and wondering what exactly they were planning. 

“Steve- oh sorry- Stefan you just have to try again to get out again,” Jeff decided with a sigh, so preoccupied with their predicament he missed Lucas slipping out of the chair next to him and sneaking over to Will and Mike to show them the paper, “When we’re all out, we can attempt to run,”

“Run?” Steve repeated incredulously, as if the thought of running was simply incomprehensible, “Why?”

“There’s no way we’re getting out of this alive, newbie. Better to live and try again another day” Frank replied, patting Steve’s back and giving Eddie an annoyed look. Eddie shrugged, watching as all four boys ran over to Max and dragged her into a corner of the room, all furiously debating.

“No shame in running,” Eddie offered, wondering how Steve would take it. He didn’t seem like the type to run, but he was also used to Steve surprising him. 

“Why are you all quitting?” Steve said with mild disgust, obviously disappointed by the party’s lack of fortitude, “I’ve been being chased around all alone for like five turns straight, and I still think we can win!”

“We’re quitting because we have nothing,” Gareth snapped back, pointing at the board. 

“Dungeon Master?” Mike said, interrupting the spat before it could become an actual fight. The group turned as a collective to stare at the kids, seeming to only realize now that they had been plotting in the background this whole time. 

“Steve’s Child Number Three?” Eddie responded, watching Mike’s face instantly sour.

“Three?” He shot back instantly, “You think I’m third out of four?”

“I’m organizing you by height, small fry. Except for you Little Red,” Eddie tacked on, adoring the completely cute smirk that fell onto Max’s face when he said it. 

“Could we potentially give Steve just one single suggestion?” Dustin asked before Mike could open his big fat mouth and ruin their opportunity, “Just one. Not even a suggestion, really! Just an… an observation,”

An observation. In any other situation, with any other person, it would be an automatic no, but Eddie was intrigued to see what might come of this unexpected turn of events. 

Still, appearances had to be maintained.

“I don’t know,” Eddie said, stretching out the last word as far as it would go, “I don’t remember Stefan’s character sheet including any ghosts of Christmas’ past, present, or future.” 

“Oh c’mon, Babydoll,” Steve said with a far too adorable pout. He made his eyes glisten ever so slightly, which was an entirely unfair move, propping his chin up on one fist and giving Eddie the most perfect sad puppy face he had ever seen, “You still owe me,” 

“Fuck you,” Eddie said immediately, trying to ignore the sharp sudden race of his heart and the way that even his ears were warm at this moment. He threw himself into the scolding mother goose role, knowing that if he stayed as Eddie Munson, he would not be able to resist kissing the tip of Steve’s nose.

“I am your Dungeon Master right now, Stefan, and you will treat me with the respect that comes along with that title,” Eddie said, wagging his finger at Steve and pretending like his hands weren’t shaking ever so slightly. 

Steve chuckled softly, dipping his head down towards his chest bringing just his eyes up and giving Eddie a bashful grin. 

“I’m so sorry,” Steve said, not sounding sorry in the slightest. He clasped his hands over his heart and began to plead. 

“Pleaseeeee, oh wise and smart Dungeon Master. Please let my brats give me just a single clue.”

The rest of Hellfire began to share glances, some hiding smiles behind their hands. The kids however had all seemed to focus on just a single word of Steve’s begging, and not the absolutely sinful sound of his voice. 

“Brats?!” Lucas scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest, “Never mind let him die by Evil Santa,” 

Eddie snorted, shaking his head. There was a heavenly glow in his chest, and the entire room felt like it was flooded with light. 

“Go ahead,” He sighed, nodding towards the kids. Steve beamed, practically skipping over as the kids reached up and yanked him down to their height so they could whisper in his ear. Eddie watched the sweet sight for a second before someone clearing their throat to his right caught his attention. 

The rest of the club was looking at him with raised brows. The glow disappeared, and the light vanished. He threw them a quick bird, hoping they would just fuck off. Janet shook her head subtly pointing towards the kids and Steve, her eyes wide. 

Oh. Not towards them. Towards the chalkboard that they were standing directly next to. 

Jesus F’in Christ. Eddie’s heart was running for a completely different reason.  

“Really?” Steve said out loud, straightening up and looking at the kids. The boys nodded together and Max shrugged. Eddie’s breath caught in his throat. 

“Okay,” Steve said in a dubious voice, coming back to the table and waiting until the kids were back in their appointed seats before turning to Eddie. Oh god. This was it. They had been caught. 

“Eddie- sorry Dungeon Master, is Frank’s telephone spell still active?”

“Bard Franklin Fitzman’s telepathic tune is available for 3 more turns.” Eddie corrected with a breath of relief. Steve hadn’t found out. Then his brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what the kids had told Steve. 

Why would they care about Frank’s spell? 

“Uh Stefan? That was to try and control the snowmen, and it didn’t work. Their intelligence is ‘too low to be manipulated’,” Frank explained, using air quotes around the last part saying what Eddie had told him word for word when he had tried to control the snowmen and failed. 

“Technically we’re creatures aren’t we? Use the telepathic bond on me,” Steve said, his tone naturally slipping into a leadership role. It wasn’t exactly a command, but it wasn’t quite a suggestion either. 

Eddie half expected Frank to bristle at that, but Frank just nodded along. 

“Am I allow- you know what? Yeah. I use the telepathic bond on Stefan,” Frank agreed, throwing up his hands.  

Well, did that count as progress? Maybe. Eddie doubted that he would have listened to Steve’s suggestion before today. But it might’ve just been because this was the kids’ plan, not Steve’s. 

“Roll a d8,” Eddie said, shrugging. This was unprecedented, completely off script, but interesting. Fine. They could do it, but it would take a lot, “You’ll need at least a 7 to make this work though, it’s a highly unusual way to use the spell,” 

Frank grabbed his die and rolled it across the table. 

Seven. 

Damn it.

“Unexpectedly, Stefan begins to hear a familiar voice in his head. He ducks under another red and white pillar just as Kringle’s sword hits the wood right where his head just was.” Eddie said, rubbing at his temple. He had no clue how being able to communicate telepathically was going to help in this situation, but sure. Whatever. 

“Stefan, I’ve connected our minds. You can speak to me, and I’ll relay whatever you want to say to the rest of the party. Kris Kringle won’t be able to hear it!” Frank declared.

“Perfect. The kids reminded me of something, and it gave me an idea. Oh I mean uhhhhhh the memory of my former subjects came to me and it inspired a plan of action,” Steve said, stumbling over his words as he tried to stay in character. 

“We’re your subjects?” Dustin fake whispered to Steve.

“I’m not good at the improv part of this,” Steve hissed, pushing his chair back and standing, “Team huddle where Eddie can’t hear?”

“It’s a Party Gathering, Steve,” Will called out from where he and Mike were sitting. 

“Fine. Party Gathering then,” Steve amended with a roll of his eyes, waving a hand and bringing the rest of Hellfire into the corner. 

They leaned down low together, arms around shoulders to hide their faces and muffle any words that might have come out louder than intended. Try as he might to eavesdrop, Eddie couldn’t make anything out. He turned a shrewd eye to Lucas, then Dustin but they both just shrugged and gave him shit-eating grins. Even Max seemed unbreakable, miming a zipper over her lips and locking them shut, throwing the fake key over her shoulder. 

This was not going to be good. 

Before Eddie could think too much more, Hellfire returned. Kaiden looked put out, Janet and Frank were contemplative, and Rocky was staring resolutely forward with determination. As usual Jeff was impossible to read, but it was Gareth that worried him the most. 

Gareth looked positively gleeful, which did not seem good given the current situation. 

“Why do you look…happy?” Eddie muttered, narrowing his eyes. 

“Stefan has had a brilliant plan. It had to come from the gods of old,” Gareth replied in his dwarf drawl, “A true hero move,” 

With that incredibly cryptic answer, Eddie finally turned his eyes to their newest party member. Steve was positively gleaming, a shine of victory making his eyes sparkle. 

“It’s my turn, right?” Steve asked, biting at his lip and doing absolutely nothing to hide how excited he was. Eddie cautiously nodded and Steve clapped his hands.

“Okay, I roll to lock myself and Santa in the factory with the magic padlock I found during the Eggnog Trials,” Steve stated. Mike and Will exchanged a high five, and Dustin happily smacked his hand against Steve’s arm. He waved the kid off, waiting expectantly for Eddie’s answer. 

“Use two d8. You’ll need at least a ten,” Eddie said, thinking on the fly. He could not come up with a single reason that Steve would want to stay stuck in the factory, but maybe it was something about sneaking through one of the broken windows or something. 

When Eddie saw the seven and six on the table, he took a deep breath, making a note in his book. The door was now locked, and the padlock was charmed to never be opened again once it was shut. Nothing would open those doors, not even a nat 20. 

“You manage to evade Kris’s grasp, gaining a minor lead in the chase. It’s just enough time to make it across the factory and slam the door shut, locking it tightly.” Eddie narrated, getting back into the swing of things, “Hohoho! All you’ve done is seal your own doom!” 

“Not exactly, Kris,” Steve, Stefan, shot back, looking like the cat that had caught the canary. 

“Jun Iper what’s your move?” Eddie said, turning to Kaiden. 

“I cast a defensive shield on me and Boz,” Kaiden promptly responded, already picking up his d20. He didn’t need a high number to succeed, Kaiden’s defensive magic was almost at maximum level, so despite only getting a nine, it was successful. 

“You both have a medium amount of extra protection. Boz?” 

“I hand Goren the Great my heavy armor,” Jeff replied, clapping Gareth on the shoulder. 

Gareth put the armor on, and that’s how the entire round went. One by one each of them cast defensive move after defensive move until it was Steve’s turn once more. With each move, Eddie’s worry only increased. 

“The rest of the party is as protected as possible for Sir Stefan’s next move. Kris is right on your heels, hungry for the flesh of those on his naughty list, starting with a certain exiled royal,” Eddie said, giving Steve a look. Steve innocently whistled, not keeping eye contact. 

Well. Two could play at this game. Time to raise the stakes a little. Eddie carefully moved his notes to the side before jumping up onto the table, startling only Steve and the kids. The rest were used to Eddie’s dramatics.

“Well well well. Looks like you’re serving yourself up as a present just for me,” Edddie said in a menacing voice, crouching down and getting in Steve’s space, “That’s nice, but not enough to save your life!” 

Steve kept eye contact, staring Eddie down. He still had that twinkle in his eye, and Eddie knew he was done before Steve even spoke.  

“I attempt to throw my dynamite candy canes into the generator and blow up the whole factory,” 

“What?” Eddie said, rearing back and nearly losing his balance. He wobbled at the edge of the table, his arms windmilling as he fell. But, just before the point of no return, a hand shot out, clasping tight around Eddie’s wrist and pulling him back upright. 

“Are you okay?” Steve asked, concern coloring his tone as he slowly let go of Eddie. 

“Fine,” Eddie replied breathlessly, hoping Steve just assumed it was from almost falling and not because Steve had touched him. He shook his head, climbing down off the table and sitting on his throne. 

“Are you okay?” Eddie asked, breaking character, “You’re the one saying you want to blow everything up. You’re going to die if you do that. You know that, right?” 

“Yeah, but the rest of the party should be safe, right? And Kris will die too, so the snowmen will be destroyed,” Steve said as if it was simple, laying it all out like it made sense. 

The worst part was, it did make sense. It was brilliant. Everyone else would be perfectly fine, losing one single party member was actually a great way to end a one shot, and they would have all of the loot because the stockings were fireproof. 

But Steve dying meant that he wasn’t going to cross that first barrier. He needed to live for this to count towards the JRP. It all clicked into place now. That was the reason Gareth was so willing to follow along with Steve’s plan. 

Damn them! Damn Steve for going for it! 

“There is zero chance of your survival. Are you sure you wish to proceed?” Eddie said, trying again to stress just how much Steve was going to die, “There is no avoiding being killed if you choose this,”

“Don’t worry,” Steve said, lowering his voice and ducking closer so only the two of them could hear, “I already forgave you for earlier,” 

Steve thought Eddie was worried about what he had said earlier. It was so sweet. It was so misguided. 

Eddie was so gone for this beautiful brave boy. 

“Roll the d20. You’ll need a 17 or higher for this batshit, absolutely insane, courageous as fuck move to succeed,” Eddie said, resigned to the inevitable, “As you hold up your red and white crooks of fury, Kringle’s face drops from glorious mayhem to complete terror. His sword clatters to the ground as he rushes towards you, trying to stop your frankly crazy plan from succeeding. The entire world seems to hold its breath as you toss the candy canes towards the main generator. They spin in the air. Will they land where you want? ”

And, sure enough, Steve managed to get an 18. It was the highest roll he had gotten the entire game. 

“Party wins,” Eddie managed to say before the room erupted into cheers. Everyone jumped to their feet, crashing into each other with heavy back slaps and high fives. The kids clustered around Steve, all exclaiming about how ‘cool’ and ‘badass’ he was, and Steve ruffled Dustin’s hair, turning back to give Eddie a brilliant look of joy. 

“Happy Christmas to all!” Rocky declared, throwing his character sheets in the air

“Except Stefan,” Janet pointed out, holding up her first and shaking her head, “Gone but never forgotten,”

“You know I’m right here, right?” Steve pointed out as he started to gather his things, looking at his watch, “Shit. Guys, get your stuff. We’re keeping someone waiting.”

The kids scrambled to get their things, packing up lightning fast, still happily babbling about the game. Steve threw one backpack strap over his shoulder, turning to Eddie and ducking his head. 

“Not too bad for my first time?” He asked, seeming suddenly shy. Eddie grinned, unable to stop himself

“Do you guys hear something?” Eddie teased, cupping his ear, “I think someone is reaching out to me from the great beyond,”

Jeff and Frank both cackled, and Steve rolled his eyes, shoving his shoulder into Eddie’s. A bloom of fire started from their point of contact, traveling all down his arm and into even the tips of his fingers. 

“You did great, Sweetheart,” Eddie said, trying to still sound joking, but knowing it came out far too genuine, “Never could have expected that,”

“Blame the kids. They’re the ones that told me that the party would still win even if one person died,” Steve replied with a shrug. The kids were clustered around the doorway, blocking the exit for the rest of Hellfire and shouting at Steve to hurry up. All of a sudden they were in a rush to get going. 

Steve waved, stepping back as if he was about to leave. Eddie gathered his wits and took the leap, remembering what Kaiden had told him before the meeting. 

“Hey,” Eddie called, grabbing both Steve’s attention and his wrist. He quickly let go when Steve stiffened up, putting space between them. He wasn’t sure if he had just moved too quickly, or if Stve didn’t want Eddie to touch him, but he still wanted to respect boundaries. 

“I still wanna make it up to you for before. Since I ended up having to kill your self-sacrificng ass, what if you came to my show on Tuesday?” Eddie asked, twirling a curl around his finger and chewing on the end. God, he was acting like a lovesick little kid. This was so pathetic. 

“Your show?” Steve asked with a quirk of his head. The kids, done with being ‘patient’, came over and began to tug on his hands, trying to push Steve out the door. 

“Guys, quit it,” Steve said sharply, turning his attention back to Eddie, “Is this a drama thing?” 

“Oh, um, no,” Eddie said, hating how much he loved that Steve remembered he was in the drama club, “It’s a show for our band? Corroded Coffin? We do metal covers and some originals and stuff at the Hideout,” 

There was a brief pause where Eddie’s entire life felt like it was ending. This was the stupidest thing he had ever thought of. Steve Harrington? Metal? The only way those two fit in a sentence together was if you put the words ‘doesn’t like’ in between them. 

There was no way Steve would want to come, and now Eddie was going to have to admit defeat on not just one, but two hurdles for this stupid experiment he had let the club start. 

“I’d love to,” Steve said in a rush, nearly stumbling as his brats continued to push him towards the door. “Guys. We will leave in a minute, Jesus. Should I meet you there?”

“Come to my trailer and you can drive with us! Tuesday at 8 don’t be late,” Eddie offered, mentally screaming at himself. Steve lived in Loch Nora, he probably didn’t even know where the trailer park was. 

But Steve was nodding along, like there wasn’t anything different about Eddie telling him to come to a trailer instead of an actual house. 

“I’ll look for the one that has your van in front of it,” Steve called over his shoulder, finally letting the kids tug him away,  “Can’t wait! Bye!” 

And then he was gone, leaving Eddie alone with his terrible treacherous heart. 

God. What was he doing? 

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[hotluncheddie]

✨hello✨ I’m havin thoughts again and now you bear the brunt of them (I’m so sorry it’s because your writing makes me feral 😈)-

Just thinkin about how Steve would be the service top to end all service tops- like that man would be *so* invested in his partners pleasure yk, like that man gets off on getting his partner off

So enter Eddie- and maybe Eddie’s never had a relationship like this before, where they’re properly dating and all that. And then maybe for whatever reason, Eddie gains weight, gets chubby, a belly, thicker thighs n all that sexy shit,

And Steve is just like 👹🥵😍🥰😘 because now there’s more?? For him to discover??? About Eddie??? And he just gets so invested in seeing how different parts of Eddie get more sensitive, how different positions work better for them, and basically just Steve having the absolute time of his LIFE because all he wants is for Eddie to feel good and it’s like every wet dream he’s ever had:

someone allowing him in and discovering everything they like *with him* and he likes Eddie soooo much and he’s just so happy that the person who’s letting him in is Eddie!! And he gets to do this with Eddie!! And Eddie likes Steve so much too, and he just feels so comfy with Steve because Steve always makes him feel so good about himself✨

Anyways this started as something smutty and then I had to insert schmoopy ass shit into it at the very end because I’m literally incapable of having any other thoughts??? So now I’m leaving this here I’m so sorry

AAAAAAAAAAAAA  *goes outside* *rips all my clothes off* *fucking howls at the moon* 

dude!! don’t apologise!!! thank you thank you for sharing such big brain JUICY thoughts with meeeee!!!! 

i’m just obsessed with like service top steve, service mouth steve, service dom steve like feeds into his praise kink SO well. just wants eddie to feel GOOD. steve just loves hearing it and seeing it and making it happen, just makes him so HARD, fucking LEAKING over the noises and faces he gets eddie to make. 

and like i just have this image of newly chubby eddie wearing his leather jacket, maybe going to steves work to talk to him. but his new belly is peeking out the front, pushing the flaps of the jacket apart and steve just sees it and in his head he’s going crazy. because this eddie is so hot and still so confident and so happy because everything's over and he can relax and god his jeans look so good now with all the meat eddie has on his thighs and steve is just a blushy stammering mess.

like steve who’s just obsessed with being able to bury himself between eddie’s newly thick thighs, them squeezing his head and he’s just able to open his mouth and taste and feel. and maybe his hearing has gone a bit but its okay because eddie is SO loud all the time so steve can always hear what feels good. and eddie never stops taking never stops telling him how good he is, how amazing and perfect it feels. 

maybe they’ve not been dating that long and steve’s just still fixated on the fact that he fucking loves sucking dick. but maybe eddie gets kinda insecure. ‘i barely ever even to touch you stevie’ and steve goes so red because he didn’t really realise it was so noticeable but, like, he just doesn't need eddie to do anything back, because he always gets off on eddie’s moans the feeling of eddie around him and it just the perfect environment for him to rut against the mattress and finish. mind and body foggy and gooey and delicious. he’s ruined so many pyjama pants that way. 

and when he tells eddie all that, eddie just gets gooey and calls him cute and kisses him silly. but then eddie makes a point of spending some nights on just steve, making him moan, whispering the praise right in his ear so he really gets it, knows how good eddie feels with him, how much he thinks about steve when he's alone with just his hand (oh and steve would just LOVE that, getting eddie off even when they’re apart). eddie making them switch positions so eddie can see the look on steve face when he finally tips over the edge. 

or maybe eddie’s had like a little experience with a couple random guys just from like parties here and there. but it always felt like he was performing, like he had to put on a roll, like he couldn’t really enjoy himself. he always had to pay to much attention to if the other guy still liked him, was still into it. so he had fun, got off but it was never a space where he could really let go. but with steve, with steve its like his fucking soul is being bared.  

because steve is just so obsessed with eddie loosing himself and just enjoying it. like steve has to spell it out a bit but eventually eddie gets that steve gets most turned on by eddie being truly in it. just thinking and moving in whatever way feels good. and eddie leans into it. same way he leans into his weight gain. he likes how it feels, how his body has changed, likes eating and doesn’t wanna stop. and steve is SO SO into that, eddie being happy and comfortable and it’s just makes everything hotter. so eddie gets naked way more, wants to try different positions, see what feels best. finds out that he has all these new sensitive parts, all these bits that just light up where steve squeezes them with his big, massive hands. likes slipping into sub space sometimes because he just knows steve will always take care of him. it just feels good, makes them both feel so good. 

like they are the ultimate switch couple, you KNOW they’re trying out every dynamic under the sun, just for the fun of it. pushing matching kinks and playing around to find more kinks and it would just be so fun and gooey and full of love. like so many nights these set ups and bits of foreplay just turn into one sinking into the other, holding each others hands and looking into each others eyes and just making love. 

and i feel like i mention this all the time but i’m obsessed with chubby stoner eddie who just likes snacking on the couch with the tv on and steve under his arm. and i think steve would get a little hot just watching eddie be comfy and indulging and the way him getting full makes his t-shirts fit and i just know that steve would sink to his knees and suck eddie off while eddie just keeps doing what he’d doing.

full horny stoner bf meets sometimes stoned oral fixation bf who loves giving head and loves feeling a belly press against his forehead while he’s doing it. match made it fucking heaven. 

and like chubby whiny eddie who just wants to get looked after because he’s worked a letting these walls he’s built down. knows now that he has someone he can be loved by and he needs to accept it and keep it. because its special, steve is special. and steve who just so so wants to do that for him. has all this love in him that he’s never had reciprocated until now, and he just want to give and look after and be good. so when eddie is full and sleepy and squirming on the couch, just begging steve to fuck him. steve so happily obliges because when eddie wants to get fucked steve is at his fucking service. and its always so good and so hot and so full of love. 

(this was so many tangent parts aaaaa sorry!! and sorry the reply took to long i kept just getting little lines in here and there until i felt like i kinda answered it???) 

[dereliction-if]

Will the ros take care of the mc if they get sick.

OH MY GOD ARE YOU SERIOUS?! This Q is heart breaking like omg... ok ok I'll hurry here's the answer...

( I picked relationship status, k?)

The Heir:

Your wellbeing is the most important thing rn. They'd do anything they can - and this is a lot - to make sure you're getting the best treatment possible. The best doctors, the best medicine, whatever your heart desires, your favourite food, cause you gotta eat right? They'll be by your side as much as possible (of course a bit depending on how seriously sick you are, there's no 24/7 if your MC caught a tiny cold ;) ) they will stay with you and talk or listen ....or if you're too tired, then just be close to you, hold you, stroke your hair, give many kisses on your head and hands and on your boo boo wherever that might be, cause it aint healin properly without a smooch at the ouchie spot... They'll make sure to check your temperature, see if you drink enough...

The Commander:

why are you sick? ugh, so weak. seriously? this is so annoying. will you whine about it? please don't. you must be close to death before they reach a level of worry that might show. This doesn't mean they ain't worried earlier but god damn they won't show it! But if it is serious you will notice they get nervous, fidget a lot, get restless. They will make sure somebody takes care of you and if he thinks they don't do enough, are not careful enough or anything like that it'll get ugly. Some people will lose their jobs, get screamed at. Everybody is tense around them. But no matter what, they will do their best to make sure you will be better soon. Please get better soon.

The Sovereign:

poor kitten, mommy's gonna take good care of you. she has to work a lot and take care of many many things you'll learn about - maybe. But when she has time or manages to make time, she will check in on you and, yes, take care, take very good care of you. she's a strict one and you better not be a baby about some "oooh i hit my pinky" or "i think i might have caught a cold when i was sitting by the window in the warm Spring weather, when i was making a flower crown" ugh ugh, no no no, don't do this. but you wouldn't have come so far if you were a cry baby. but if she senses you seriously feel bad or suffer, she will be the most caring and kindest one around - as long as you listen to her, drink up that bitter potion, stay put in bed - no feet outside, and go sleep early. If you are a good kitty she will reward you with gentle strokes & caressing, kisses, some sweet hummed good night melody until you fall asleep... and much more...

The Mage:

Oh they forgot. You can get sick. Hmm. They have no clue what they're doing but they will ask you every few minutes what you need. And they will try to make you laugh and always try to keep the spirits high to not pull you down. But when they are taking care of something or making an errand they are actually anxious af. They will ask the other members of the group for help and they will do their best not to be nervous around you, and fail often enough. But they'll get you everything they know that you like and that would make you smile. They will be with you 24/7 if you're not sending them away, trying to distract you with stories or a little magic. And when you rest, they will lie down with you, if you wish, and hold you tight the whole time. It's the worst time of their life for them, and they've been through - objectively speaking - A LOT WORSE THEMSELVES...

The Mercenary:

shit shit shit shit shit! That was not the plan, you, you can't just get sick. That..that ...no, that is not how this works! AAaaaaah! They panic, because ... they won't admit, but they are worried sick. And, they really suck at being sensitive and caring and all this...stuff. Damn. They are really really overwhelmed with their own thoughts and what they should do. You will see them restlessly pacing a lot, trying to think of how to behave properly because while they want to take care, nobody ever took care of them, and while they kinda know what they would have wished for... they.. they cannot just touch you that way and be that soft and.... They fight a lot with themselves and then they'll disappear. But before you gave up on them, they return and bring a huge - and I mean humongous - sack with all kinds of things! They bought everything they could get their hands on, and some stuff, ehm, that they ehm, borrowed... anyways... vegetables, bandages, herbs, potions, balms, fruits,... and... a teddy bear?

The Knight:

oh no...Don't be sick please! How could this happen? They must have gotten careless and they curse and blame themselves. Lucky for you they know how to take care of you. And while they keep an almost distanced professional attitude, it is kinda hilarious. You've rarely seen them so focussed and I mean, laughing should help with healing, right? They're definitely strict but in a more gentle way. There's not much room for any nonsense, you have to get well soon, please, for yourself and them. They are very worried and check in on you a lot. Like really a lot and you might get annoyed but they insist it is for the best of you. They'll check your temperature often, offer you water and some soup. And who would reject a strong loving hand on their forehead? especially if it moves to stroke your face with the most gentle expression possible on their face. They'll stay by your side at night, not sleeping well if you toss and turn...

[woooyeahbaby]

a morning with kaveh (ft. alhaitham)

kaveh x gn!reader

warnings: swearing (reader says shit), reader jokingly hints at going to cheat with alhaitham?? idk they just say he looks nice n’ it bothers kaveh, i’m tired and kinda forget what kaveh is like so possible ooc kaveh?

a/n: good morning i love kaveh sm (also if anyone is seeing this from search or whatever if you like my writing i take requests please request please put your hands in the bars of my enclosure)

waking up next to kaveh is beautiful. the large, colourful blanket that he’d picked out for your bed splayed over his body, all the way up to his chest. you could see his collarbone gently poking from his skin, in the spots that his long blonde hair wasn’t covering, that is.

speaking of his hair, it looks absolutely gorgeous in the orange glow of the sun peeking through the curtains. not to mention his brown eyelashes! you could even see a few faint freckles across his face in the lighting.

his pink lips look gorgeous, yet dry. you should probably remind him to put on some chapstick once he wakes up. or maybe you could put some on, and share it with him through a kiss. you smile at the thought.

you glance at the clock, seeing what time it was. nine am, on the dot.. ah, it’s saturday, alhaitham is home. probably awake already, sipping coffee and reading some book. maybe you should wait to wake kaveh up? no, he needs to wake up eventually…

you place a hand on his shoulder, softly grazing it along his arm. up, down, circles on his bicep.. not working.

“kaveh,” you mutter. “gotta wake up.”

he whines, hearing you, but not quite registering what you said. he flips his body so he’s on his back, placing the arm you were stroking to his side. now his chest is fully revealed, and you know how sensitive he is when you touch him there.

you place a hand on his chest, gliding it across wherever you wanted. he takes a deep breath, opening his ruby eyes slightly to glare at you. he may be beautiful when he’s sleeping, but he isn’t quite as graceful when waking up.

“lemme sleep, please..” kaveh mumbles, shutting his eyes again.

“alhaitham is up, he’ll be upset if you sleep too much longer. how ‘bout i make you some coffee, hm?” you ask, still rubbing circles on his chest.

“fine.” he nods gently. so cute. you think.

after looking at your gorgeous boyfriend for a few seconds longer, you decide to finally get up from your bed. you get dressed, then brush your hair once you get over to you and kaveh’s vanity.

you exit the bedroom, making your way to the kitchen. you see alhaitham at the counter, seemingly making his second cup of coffee.

“oh, good morning, y/n.” alhaitham greets you, a soft smile on his face.

“good morning! kaveh’ll be up in a bit, he’s being stubborn.” you giggle.

“of course he is.” he chuckles a little, sighing. “i’ll be in the living room.”

you nod, proceeding with making your boyfriends coffee as your housemate exits.

once it’s prepared, just how he likes it, you return to your bedroom, seeing that he’d gone right back to sleep.. of course.

“kaveh, your coffee.” you say loudly, placing your hand on your hip.

“jus’ come cuddle…” kaveh groans.

“i’d love to, but no. come on, get up.” you’re starting to get a little annoyed, despite how adorable he was being. still, no response from kaveh. “alhaitham is looking reaaaaal nice today..”

“i’m up!” he darts up, messy blonde hair falling over his shoulders. “you always say that to get me up!”

“because it works, now get dressed. and put on some chapstick.” you remember your thought from earlier.

“yeah, yeah…” he mutters, doing as he’s told.

you walk out of the bedroom, cup still in hand. you go to the living room, sitting next to alhaitham and placing the mug on the table.

“have you brushed your teeth yet?” the grey haired man asks, not looking away from his book.

“oh, shit.” you stand right back up, heading for the washroom.

you brush your teeth, hoping that by the time you’re done kaveh will be in the living room. once you’re done, you make your way back to the living room.

“would you please tell him to put a shirt on?” alhaitham sighs, looking at you with an exhausted expression.

yeah, kaveh was shirtless. it didn’t bother you, of course, and neither did it bother alhaitham, you knew that. so you didn’t know why he was asking this, but because he’s the one letting you and your boyfriend stay here, you agree to help him.

“kaveh! shirt!” you shout, sounding like you’re commanding a dog.

he sighs loudly, stomping back to the bedroom. a few seconds after, he walks back out, his casual white shirt now covering him.

“archons, you’re weird.” you roll your eyes, sitting back on the couch.

“you love me.” he mumbles, taking a sip of his coffee.

[peachysunrize]

- 🧸

short one because i've got 0 motivation to be basically writing a fic in your ask inbox 😭

but... what do you think are Aemond's k!nks? i'm thinking of lactation k!nk, power dynamics/play, maybe a mommy k!nk but either when he's long lost in pleasure or when he slips into High–Valryian, has a thing for oral sex both giving and receiving (mainly receiving)... but when he gives? add munch to his list of titles: "prince–regent, prince of Westerosi realm, 'kinslayer' and munch", ass play (giving and receiving but it's mainly attention to his perineum or rimming, if you're able to convince him...), and praise, even ewan himself said he's a broken boy x

also i'm relieved my < before anon msg in your asks comforted you instead of triggering since there were topics in that discussion which are quite sensitive <3

Hmmm I think I’ve talked about his kinks but LETS GO BABES!!!!!

OOFFFF AEMOND HAS LIKE HUGEEEEEEE LACTATION KINK!!!! The idea of his wife’s breasts being sore and full of milk makes him go FERRRRRRRAL I can see him being a total perv for his pregnant wife and ogle at her breasts the entire timeee, he’d definitely help her to ease the pain and get some sweet fresh treats too🤭🤭🤭

Power dynamics is something I’m sure he’s into, like no debate on this, absolutely none! He gets off to the idea of him being prince regent and you just a cute little lady who he can’t care less to know her name— it could even be in a foreplay too!!! But when things get reversed and you go on top, he LOSES himself in the moment! Absolutely like that man will just take and take whatever you give him because he’s just a stupid man and you a goddess

PRINCE REGENT AEMOND IS 70% A RECEIVER AND 30% A GIVER! He would looooove to get his cock sucked after or before a council meeting, fucking your throat as you try not to make too much noise😵‍💫😵‍💫

AEMOND MUNCH TARGARYEN YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS OUR PUSSY EATING KING✊🏻✊🏻✊🏻 oh maaaaan he’d love some plush thighs wrapped around his head as he makes out with his wife’s pretty cunt like HE IS A MAN POSSESSED!!!!

We’ve talked about the ass—

PRAISE MY GAWDDDD DOES THIS MAN HAVE A HUGE PRAISE KINK!!!! Not just giving my RECEIVING!!!! Can you imagine how dizzy he’d be if his wife tells him how pretty his cock is?? How gooooood he makes her feel? How loved she is?? He would dieeee

Talking about the thing you mentioned at the end of your ask under the cut

I am a SA survivor too, even younger than the age you said, so I totally understood what your ask meant, I felt the depth of it in my bones, especially when I saw the post on TT myself.

People are just…horrible… they just can’t think before say shit like that, especially on a heavy subject like rape & SA

[wh0lemilk0vich]

dude i love where this is going we are on a fucking roll

we all know steve is a flirt and charmer. i think he’d tease eddie out in public, somewhere he knows that eddie won’t be able to drag him off so easily. he wears polos from when he was slimmer, exposing a wedge of pale belly and happy trail, begging to have fangs sunk into it.

does vampire eddie have that thing where his pupils get really dilated when he gets blood lust? let’s say he does. he’s eyes darken and he does the whole kubrick stare at stevie, silently promising that steve is going to get exactly what he wants as soon as they get home; to be fucked out of his mind and covered in pin prick bites

maybe they’re out at lunch and steve is deliberately being a brat like he spills some sauce or food in his shirt, lifts it up to lick it clean and showing off his tum maybe covered in bruises and bites.

or maybe he wears jeans that make his thighs look so thick and so good, the perfect place to drink and claim him.

generally showing off snd teasing eddie. it sets him off because he’s so possessive and obsessed with him, and he’s right there and he can’t do anything about it. steve loves watching him get so frustrated, knows he’s in for one hell of a night

the next morning he doesn’t even realise how much eddie went to town on him, wincing at the bites and reminding him that he belongs to someone. bruises on his hips where eddie has squeezed him oh so tightly. hickeys all down his chest, his tits still sensitive after eddie nipped them 🪱

I looooove marking, it's so hot. I definitely feel like Steve doesn't know when he's being a tease, like he's just oblivious and cute and nice so like any interactions he has with people they feel smitten or think that he's flirting. And the same thing would happen with Eddie too. Like he doesn't even realize the little things he does drive Eddie crazy.

Like imagine them at a cafe with Robin and they're all just hanging out and maybe reading or on their phones (modern au) and Steve finishes whatever snack he got but it's gone too soon and he still feels snacky. Meanwhile Robin hasn't even touched her pain au chocolat, and Eddie can just see Steve's cog spinning, he keeps looking over at her plate that she's not interested in and Eddie's monologuing to himself internally, like, there's no way he's going to ask her. No. Right? I mean that cinnamon roll was the size of his head. Oh shit his lips are quivering. Fuck he's going to ask her. A S K H E R A L R E A D Y. I'M DYING-well you know what I mean, semantics

And then Steve clears his throat, "hey, um, Robin...are you gonna eat th-?"

And she's already passing it over and Steve looks so sweet and bashful and smiling and happy because his mouth can be occupied again, because Eddie's conditioned him to want to snacky.

"I really only got it because I know your boyfriend gets off on seeing you eat other people's food, on top of your own. Always staring at you like a dog waiting for table scraps. Hope the weird sex you have about it later is good."

And like imagine conflicted Eddie who will stand at the counter of fast-food places with Steve, hand wrapped around him and down his back pocket, nuzzling into his ear, and the cute little cashier girls still get flustered by Steve and they blush and they give him EXTRA FOOD. So like Eddie grabs the bag aggressively and when they get home he goes a little Dom and possessive, and fucks Steve about it.

"Don't think I don't see the way they all look at you, Stevie. Who the fuck did that bitch think she was. Oh no no no, you're gonna eat all of this for me, princess, like my good little girl. Because that's who you are, right, Stevie? You don't want them, you want me. Say it. Please, Stevie, say it. I need to hear you say it, it's my favorite sound, baby doll. Fuck, I love you, baby. I swear you dress like this to tease me, don't you. Always looking wrapped up like a present just for me. I can never understand how you fit all this boy, into this little fabric."

[mlobsters]

supernatural s8e6 southern comfort (w. adam glass)

the orange of it all 😩

oh boy. goofy music and garth. and dean in trouble with sam. well, dean is entirely unbothered that sam's mad at him. but sam seems to be just mad about the vampire part, not the lying part. all right.

SAM But you're out now, and Benny's still breathing. Why? DEAN He's my friend, Sam. SAM And what about my friend, Amy? She was what? 'Cause you sure as hell didn't have a problem ganking her.

okay but didn't sam come around to agreeing with dean on that? or at least agreeing to disagree LOL fucking jewel staite plotline that would never die. agh.

SAM So, how does that make this our kind of thing? DEAN Because, Sam, Kevin's in the wind, okay, you're sulking around like a eunuch in a whorehouse, and I can't help but ask myself, when is decapitation not my thing?

think i went through the same face journey as sam to the eunuch in a whorehouse line but the end bit made me laugh

jump scares from the confederate flag plastered everywhere, jesus

GARTH So how'd you get out?

the way sam whipped his head around to make a spectacular array of faces at dean 😂

GARTH Yeah. Man, I felt terrible when I ganked that SOB. SAM Uh, you killed the Tooth Fairy? GARTH Yeah, man. I mean, not my proudest moment, but it happened.

....okay.

mmmk.

dunno what to say about that amelia flashback. it was done well, she did a really good job! i felt some things. but the whole plotline itself is... just feels like manufactured conflict.

oh but i just had a brilliant brainwave

maybe we have amelia to thank for getting the sideburns wrangled (somewhat)!!! 🫡🫡🫡

speaking of manufactured conflict, this thing with garth and dean over bobby. dean snapping at him, garth getting upset. mushy music that reminds me of the princess bride

amused that bobby apparently wrote in very neat cursive in his journal

confederate unknown soldier. okay.

glad to see amelia has her hair back and not the wonky wig in the previous episode. so this flashback was prompted by garth saying he and dean aren't listening to each other. and what, amelia wasn't listening to him when she pushed him away the morning after?

she could be straight out of a vidal sassoon commercial with that hair, gorgeous

jesus fucking christ i know my startle reflex has been like. extra sensitive recently but good fucking lord next scene actual jump scare when the dude shoots the glass. i hate that shit

i would snark about him hamming it up but the man just full on sniffed him and said the spectre likes him, so i mean, do what you must

DEAN You should have looked for me when I was in Purgatory.

in sam's defense, i will say again, if dean was actually in heaven which he assumed he was since he thought he was dead, would he still expect sam to get him? can argue that yes too, of course. or some handwavy he coulda checked somehow with a spell or whatever. anyway, with how they are, and have been historically, it does lend a little credence to dean's side of things

nice usage of fell on black days by soundgarden. they've been hittin it with the montages set to music (like this one of cas smiting to the yardbirds [scroll down in the post])

so i guess this whole monster of the week situation was to get this airing of grievances moment for dean

DEAN You never even wanted this life. Always blamed me for pulling you back into it. SAM That's not true. DEAN Really? 'Cause everything you've ever done since you climbed into my ride has been to deceive me. SAM What do you want me to say? That I've made mistakes? I've made mistakes, Dean. GARTH That's not Dean, Sam. DEAN Shut up! Mistakes? Well, let's go through some of Sammy's greatest hits. Drinking demon blood, check. Being in cahoots with Ruby. Not telling me that you lost your soul. Or how about running around with Samuel for a whole year, letting me think that you were dead while you're doing all kinds of crazy. Those aren't mistakes, Sam. Those are choices!

so it's not even things that dean necessarily might feel, it's things sam would feel guilty about whether or not it was within his control

SAM All right. You said it. We've both played a little fast and loose. DEAN Yeah, I might have lied, but I never once betrayed you. I never once left you to die. And for what, a girl? You left me to die for a girl?

again see why a lot of fic really belabor this point!

GARTH Come on, Dean. You do not want to kill your brother. You – you've been protecting him your whole life. Don't stop now. DEAN He left me to rot in Purgatory!

GARTH All right. All right. Maybe he did. I don't know. I wasn't there. But I'm sure he had his reasons. SAM Just like you had your reasons for Benny. GARTH Who? DEAN Benny has been more of a brother to me this past year than you've ever been! That's right. Cas let me down. You let me down. The only person that hasn't let me down is Benny.

that's a bold statement, ghost-possessed-dean.

SAM But what? But you didn't mean it? Oh, please. You and I both know you didn't need that penny to say those things. DEAN Come on, Sam. SAM Own up to your crap, Dean. I told you from the jump where I was coming from, why I didn't look for you. But you? You had secrets. You had Benny. And you got on your high and mighty, and you've been kicking me ever since you got back. But that's over. So move on, or I will. DEAN Okay. I hear you.

good job sticking up for yourself, sam! stop being an asshole, dean!

SAM Good. You know what? Hear this, too. I just might be that hunter that runs into Benny one day and ices him.

okay well, moment of reconciliation over

DEAN I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, won't we? SAM Yeah. Yeah. You keep saying that.

[sluttymickey]

hi hi flirty husband anon once again can’t sleep and am thinking about them and how desperately i wish canon showed more casual sweet moments later on because I think the juxtaposition of the dramatic nature of their relationship and kisses in the first half of the show with the comfortable, safer, more settled nature of the later seasons would just be so good. Like don’t get me wrong, I love everything we did get but I would pay good money for Mickey to kiss his husbands forehead when his husband isnt low or Ian to hug him outside of the comforting in the last episode. But anyway enough complaining i am thinking about KISSES and all the small and sweet ones and how I bet the first few times Ian kissed Mickeys cheek he had to psyche himself up first and was sooo 😳🦋😌 afterwards and now its just like HE GETS TO DO THAT EVERYDAY!!! TO HIS HUSBAND!!!! FOREVER!!!! and Mickey will still sometimes get that dazed look in his eyes or pull back blushing but for the most part he just smiles up at Ian and then goes back to whatever hes doing. Oh and we were also robbed of nose kisses and Ian scrunching his face and smiling so big and stupid when Mickey leans up to kiss his nose. Also I have already brought this up but it is because i know in my soul that Ian is always kissing Mickey’s stomach and when they were younger Mickey would pull back and hint at ian to move somewhere else because shit that feels weird and is too gentle in a way that makes his skin burn but later when they are married Ian will kiss all over his tummy and sides and Mickey will just giggle a bit and repeat Ian’s name because its ticklish and maybe also kick his feet a bit but never push Ian away and enjoy smiling and laughing and being silly with his husband okay exiting my soapbox now good night take care 💛

Hello!! Hello <333 missed seeing you in my inbox!!

Literally!! It's ABOUT THE CASUAL INTIMACY 😭🥺

Kisses 🥺🥺 I love blushy mickey getting his first soft lovey dovey kisses 🥺🥺 and even after all this time he's just 😊☺️ after every kiss!! Like this:

Nose kisses 🥺 I'm a SUCKER for Mickey being able to be soft now 🥺 see also: tummy kisses 🥺 freckles kisses 🥺 hand kisses 🥺

Also I'm SENSITIVE about them being soft about each other's tummies!! The kisses!! Blowing raspberries sometimes lol. Laughter in bed is one of the BEST forms of intimacy 😭 just them existing and being giggly and soft in their own little bubble 🥺

(talking about tummies, mickey in DIY crop tops in the summer!! Thoughts???)