#dom answers things

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

ANGST WON LET’S GOOOO (can we get any hints as to what exactly will be tearing out our hearts this weekend? 😶 (no pressure ofc))

LET THE HEARTACHE BEGIN.

Of course! Here's a little sneak peek. I'll put it below the cut just in case no one wants to see it before hand.

Enjoy 🩶

[fuckmymunson]

🎄𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲:

Dom Eddie M. + prompts 97, 42, 39, 68

(if u can add in prompt 89)

💗💗.

I have, no words. Words fail me. I am so excited to do this. This was such a journey. It's WAY longer than intended. It's FILTHY. It's ME BEING A WHORE. Thanks to my wife @lil-quinnie who was there during the process and brainstorming with me.

CW: 18+, SMUT, MeanCheerleader!Reader (god, my favorite), (KindaMean)Dom!Eddie, daddy kink, use of toys, slapping, dacryphilia, slight subspace, dirty talk, a bit of a rushed ending cuz I didn't want to make it THAT big. I am a bit mean too but I love being a bitch too. | Word count: 2.5k (omfg), not proofread!

#39: “Enough, please, I can’t take anymore!” #42: “Spread your legs for mommy/daddy, I want to see you.” #68: “Shh, just look at me, baby.” #89: “Your thighs are shaking so much.” #97: “I was good while you were gone! I didn’t even touch myself.”

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Behind that bitchy, confident mask, there’s a whiny, submissive bitch. And Eddie knows it very well.

He knows how much of a fucking tease you are, and he learned how to handle it. He knows exactly what to do in order to turn you into a putty, teary-eyed mess. Eddie is extremely patient with you as well, even on those days when you are the brattiest brat in the whole world. Even when you are doing everything in your power to tease him, to edge him, to needle with him. When you grind up your cute, little cheer skirt against his crotch? He just sighs and smiles. When you spread your legs at the other side of the cafeteria by «accident», giving him the tiniest peak of the lacy, black underwear he bought for you? He just shakes his head and smiles, again: but, the grip on his lunchbox almost bends the shitty handle. When you drag him to the nearest empty classroom in between classes, kissing his neck and leaving him hard, on edge after the bell rings? He just fucking smiles again and kisses your lips lovingly.

Although, on his insides, his stomach twists with anger. He’s fucking pissed, and he knows the perfect way to get back to you.

It’s a Friday, so he knows you have cheer practice and you know he has Hellfire. Before leaving, you swing your bag on your shoulder, your orange and green pompoms peeking from your backpack. Standing on your tiptoes, you close your eyes ready for your goodbye kiss…

Which never arrives.

Eddie just tilts his head, kissing your cheek, not your lips.

“Baby—” You protest, but he’s already walking away with his hands in his pockets. “Hey!”

“Good luck, doll!” He says with a wave. Eddie is glad you can’t see the mischievous smirk on his rosy lips. 

You don’t catch the game he is playing at the moment. You feel upset, deprived of your goodbye kiss. Your respective activities flow without any problem, although you truly feel upset, because why on Earth wouldn’t he want to kiss you!? Eddie, on the other hand, just sits on his Dungeon Master throne, smirking, hiding his plans, and crafting new possibilities inside his twisted, little head. 

The rest of the club knows something’s happening, but they know better than to question him. 

Eddie knows how clingy you are to him, how the simple act of denying you a kiss will mess with your mood, and he relies on that.

When both after-school activities are over, he waits for you patiently outside the building, lighting up a cigarette. He hears you before he sees you. The loud snap and bratty tone only made his 

cock twitch inside his black jeans, the excitement runs high because he knows you have no idea, what he has in store for you. 

The front doors slam open, your furious stomping and kicking gravel announcing your presence.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Jessica!” You snapped at your teammate, who just flinches in sudden fear. “Can’t you take the damn hint?”

Rolling your eyes your resist the urge to push her and smear that loud bubblegum she keeps chewing all over her fried, bleached, blonde hair. Sometimes you can’t believe how fucking stupid these girls are. No wonder why they voted for you to be Captain, everyone else it’s dense as fuck. 

Instead of greeting Eddie with a kiss, you just walk past him, opening the van’s passenger door and pouting the whole ride to his trailer. Eddie pays you no mind, he just hums along to a random Metallica song, drumming his fingers against the wheel. The fact that he is ignoring you only irritates you even further, when you arrive at his lovely home, he doesn’t open the door for you, he just walks straight to the trailer, fidgeting with his keys and all the damn hello kitty charms you gifted him. You curse on your walk to his bedroom, throwing your backpack next to his bed, and sitting on the edge. He insists on ignoring you, removing his rings and leaving them on his nightstand, taking off his vest, and the worn leather jacket.

“Eddie” You call for him, starting to feel huffy at his behavior. 

“Eddie!” You call again, louder this time. 

No answer.

Eddie walks back to you, standing in between your spread legs. You raise your head to look at him, frowning: The look in his eyes, it’s something else. It’s feral, and you can see the darkness that lies within. The frown on your pretty face quickly melts. You gulp, suddenly nervous.

You know that look. 

His cold, pale hand squeezes your cheeks, and the way he looks at you it’s nothing more than belittling. 

“You’ve been nothing more than a damn tease, All. Fucking. Day” He speaks, in that deep voice. “You know better than to act like a whore, don’t you?”

At the lack of reply, he squeezes harder, making you whine in discomfort. 

“I asked you a question. Do you know what happens to girls that act like whores?”

After a brief moment of silence, you reply with a meek voice. 

“They get fucked like whores” 

He smiles, pure venom dripping down his pearly teeth. “Good girl, at least I know you can get some shit through that thick skull of yours” At his condescending words, you open your mouth to oppose. “Nuh-uh, I know what you gonna say, and don’t you dare apologize, it’s too late for that”

“Are you— are you gonna punish me?” You ask.

“You have no clue, doll”

A part of you, it’s somehow thrilled. Only god (or the devil) knows what Eddie has in storage for you, his look is a bad omen, but your tummy twists in anticipation. He can read it in your eyes, and at the way you press your thighs together. He checks the thrift clock on his nightstand and smirks.

“Gotta go, princess” He talks, nonchalantly. “Got a deal at 8 pm—”

Sometimes Eddie thinks you are the one who’s stupid. His hand yanks your hair the second you open your mouth, successfully shutting you up. 

“I’m talking, whore”

“Sorry, daddy”

“Like I was saying, I’m leaving, you are staying, and no pouting. You are gonna stay here, tied up, with your stupid pink vibrator inside your pathetic little pussy, okay? You are not allowed to cum, if you do I’ll know. You are gonna lay there, like the pitiful slut you are, thinking about what you did today, and how brats get punished” He slaps your cheek lightly, one, two, three times. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, daddy”

“Good girl, now get naked before I rip that uniform off you”

Spread, naked, humiliated. You bite your lip as he slides the pink, texturized vibrator inside you, on the lowest setting. Reaching for his back pocket, Eddie uses the black handkerchief to tie your wrists above your head in a simple knot. You could undo it with an easy hard yank, but you wouldn’t, and he knows you won’t.

A part of you wants to put off a fight, to see how far he can go, but Eddie is so goddamned scary when he acts like this. You watch his every movement, how he changes his shirt, the peak of his naked torso and tattoos making you clench around the toy. Grabbing his jacket and his beaten lunchbox, he kisses your forehead before leaving.

“Love you, sweetheart”

“L—Love you, daddy”

The next minutes, feel like fucking hours. You start to wonder if he’s taking more time than usual just to bother you and neglect you. The tears appear quicker than expected, and you bite your lip suppressing a moan, it’s so embarrassing, to be used as a sex doll, to be treated like an object, to be edged over and over, but… it feels so good. Having that power and authority snatched that quickly only turns you on even more. To even imagine what people would think if they saw the local mean, spoiled, vicious cheer captain being lowered to nothing more than a needy, beautiful bitch in heat, arching her back and moaning like a desperate slut, ready to beg and plead for the tiniest bit of release.

You close your thighs, which doesn’t really help at all. 

Pressing your head against the pillow, you inhale his scent, his shampoo, the lingering smell of cigarettes and week, getting lost in that hazy subspace slowly. Every single thought is being drained from your smart head, replaced by the only one who can make you feel like this.

“Eddie—” You cry to the empty room, closing your eyes and evoking him. Thinking about his strong, calloused hands maneuvering you, manhandling you. “Eddie…”

You think about the way he spreads your legs, how he slides his thick, hard cock inside you. God, you are so deep down in your own mind that you can hear him, calling for you, pushing you over that dreamland where he is the only habitant. His soft voice sounds so close, so real…

“Hey, doll” Eddie, the real Eddie whispers in your ear. He’s holding a strawberry milkshake, your favorite. “Missed me?” He chuckles when you nod dumbly. He places the cup on his old desk, walking back to you, he knows it’s your favorite. “Spread your legs for daddy, I want to see you” 

With a weak nod, you part your legs slowly. Your thighs shake slightly at the now unbearable overstimulation. Eddie smirks and palms himself over his black jeans, rubbing his cock unashamedly. He is obsessed with every single inch of your persona. To him, you are nothing less than a goddess. 

The stickiness drooling from your poor, neglected pussy makes him sigh spellbound. Eddie reaches for the toy, still buzzing cheerfully inside you. The hazy state brings you sweet illusions, he’s going to remove it, unbuckle his belt, strip down and finally fuck you. 

Spoiler alert, he doesn’t.

“Your thighs are shaking so much.” He points out, sliding the toy in and out of your soaking cunt. Eddie bites his lip when he notices the little puddle on his bedsheets, he wants to lean down and lick it clean.  “Want me to fuck you, baby?” Eddie asks with a fake pout, but you buy it anyways. You are so dumb you would agree to anything he says. 

“Uh-uh” You mumble, a tiny string of drool running down your pretty lips. “I was good while y—you were gone! I didn’t even touch myself— Daddy, I—I was good” Your hips rock in rhythm with the vibrator, the spirals in the toy rubbing against your tight walls deliciously. 

“No, you weren’t. You were a damn tease all day, bitch” Eddie huffs and keeps the toy inside again, licking his thumb before attaching it to your clit. He moves his finger in circles, making you moan his name loud enough for his neighbors to hear. “I’m gonna fuck you like the whore you are, maybe after it, you will keep in that stupid empty head of yours to not be a brat”

“I—I’m sorry!” You cry when he speeds on your puffy clit. 

“I’m sorry!” He mocks you with a chuckle. Eddie leans over you, his curls tickling your neck and face. He’s so close you can smell the cologne you gave him for Christmas, the tobacco of those disgusting Marlboros he smokes. His breath smells like a vanilla milkshake, he probably had one on his way home. “Look at you, fucking wrecked. That’s how I like you, you know my love? A beautiful, cock hungry slut”

Eddie laughs again when you seek his lips, urged to feel something else. You want his warm body against yours, his cock in and out of you, sending you down those special spirals of pleasure that only he seemed to crash into your body, mind, and soul. 

“My beautiful girl” He whispers, giving you a quick kiss. 

“Please, please—pleasepleaseplease fuck me!” You implore one last time, looking at him dead in the eye, biting your lip and arching your back sensually.  “Enough, please, I can’t take a—anymore! I need your cock Daddy” The last part is a murmur, just for him.

It works, though.

You watch with hearty eyes how he undresses at light speed, nodding excitedly when he yanks his jeans and boxers down, his cock exposed big and proud. You see every vein, the curve of it, you eye his balls, how heavy and tasty they look. You can’t help but lick your lips greedily when he strokes his cock watching you still from above, your pussy clenches around the toy. The way he is looking at you it’s absolutely sinful, he looks like the fucking devil itself. The mattress protests under his weight and you do too, impatient to have him ruining you. Eddie frowns, annoyed by the little attitude rush and slaps your thigh.

“Careful, bitch” He warns and you nod. 

When he, at last, removes the toy, he presses the vibrator against your clit just in time for him to replace the emptiness in your pussy. The action makes your pussy clench and then stretch to take him in. Eddie groans loudly at the extra tightness and you just gasp, feeling how the air is punched out of your lungs. 

“G—God, it should be illegal to have a pussy this tight and wet, baby” Eddie grunts bottoming out, still playing with your clit. He thrusts after a few seconds, moaning with you, reminding you how much of a slut you are, his slut. His precious fleshlight. His pretty bitch, his lovely angel. 

His, his, his.

“Mine, mine, all fucking mine” It’s all he says.

He fucks you until you go crosseyed, not even being able to talk, to thank him, to curse him. Eddie notices this and slaps your face, smiling when you cry. 

“Shh, just look at me, baby. Keep those cute eyes on me, okay?” 

The vibrator is soon discarded, substituted by his thumb. Eddie abuses your dripping pussy, his free hand torturing you as well. He slaps your face again and again and again until it’s warm and numb. He twitches inside you when the tears run down your cheeks and you sob, barely formulating dumb words. But he gets them anyway. His lips meet yours, basically drooling all over you, it’s such a sloppy, soggy kiss but it does the trick. 

More. 

You are so close, almost touching heaven. He slaps your tits a few times, pinching your nipples and making you arch your back. He’s also close, it’s almost painful. The form he is molding your cunt in order to fit his whole it’s intoxicating, it makes your head go fuzzy, and it feels so good to let go, to leave the conscious state and to be taken care of. 

Now that he knows you want more, he’s gonna give it to you, punishment already at the back of his mind. He’s gonna fuck you all night if he needs to or wants to. Either way, he knows you will let him. 

[f-imaginings]

I have a genuine question being Aroace but I'm afraid to ask and my headcanon will go to waste.

But KMKY's Ford always seemed to be at least in some way the aroace look (being demi or gray that is), did you do it out of want, in the idea of looking, or is it just part of the character and you never thought of yourself in a sexuality for him?

I can definitely see Ford being ace!

I myself am demisexual so I definitely think some of that perspective leeched into how I write Ford. Because my own experience informed how I wrote him, little things like being kind of oblivious/frustrated when strangers flirt with him (the hand witch or the girl from college who worked in the aquarium with the legwarmers lmao) because they don't know him!!! So how dare they!!! Lmao, falling for Bill's mind first since it didn't really matter that he was a shape or a muse or whatever, the rest would work itself out, feeling seen and only crushing initially because it seemed like his mind was being appreciated first and foremost, and treating their sex life like an experiment/engaging with the kinks/power plays inherent rather than just going through the motions (because kink makes more sense sometimes than just some undefined biological urge that you're supposed to have but no one can explain it to you, yet it's perfectly understandable to go 'oh they like feeling powerless as a powerful being I understand that perfectly, now how can I get creative with it'.)

I definitely think he wanted romantic attention from Bill, and wanted to be valued romantically (hence going on a date with Susan and Cathy Crenshaw) but the idea of getting romantic attention from a stranger is unappealing (hence why he was so reluctant to go on the date with Susan) and wanted the sort of holistic acceptance that comes with ideas of romance (because then his polydactylism will be accepted along with his unique mind) but the traditional trappings of romantic relationships aren't that appealing (was worried that he would have to engage in gay culture/grow a moustache and have a makeover to be in this relationship ECT). Bill was great for him BC he accepted and actively sought out all of Ford's weirdness and the dark bits you're ashamed to show, and then got freaky with them lmao. And there's no way to cement a bond quicker than to show someone your most vulnerable parts and have them accept those things unconditionally. Turning shame into dependence right there. That truly is the no one knows you like I do trap, and that shit feels inescapable.

Because of my own experience I know that you can be demisexual and still have a preference for gender or looks, hence why he built the "flattering vessel" for Bill to not only be flattering by beauty standards in general but also subconsciously to be exactly what Ford found attractive. The kicker is that personality means more than good looks, so when Bill inhabited the body in a different way than Stanford expected but he still found his personality all the more fascinating because of it, that was probably what cinched his feelings BC he got to know more about Bill's weirdness and see how it matched his own.

I am giving you a big virtual hug anon BC no head canon is ever wasted, how you engage with a story you like is important and you deserve to feel seen and heard when you engage in content you like. If I can go some way towards making the fandom of this fic a safe welcoming place it's my privilege to do so as a writer!

[rodolfoparras]

If I may add on Price with piercings ask (and admittedly this is little self-indulgent) but imagine his reaction to you also having piercings?? Going in for a kiss only to see that you have tongue piercing and him admiring your nipple piercings?? Loving the way your lip rings feel when he kisses you?? Him tracing your tattoos all over your body and making you shiver??

Going to body mod shop and getting a piercing or tattoo together 😭😩

I'm so normal about him I promise but as goth guy this concept just spoke to me so much

-🔮

Pls hear me out dear anon

Thinking about Price introducing his husband to the team and when he first mentions you they can’t help but imagine a cardboard copy of Price, basically an old army dude or something else in that vein

But when you show up you look the complete opposite to what they had expected covered in tattoos and decked out in piercings. Soap and Gaz have to do their best to cover up their surprised faces while Ghost is just thankful he’s wearing a mask.

When all of you sit down and get to talking 141 end up getting some intel on the life Price had lived before he met them, finding out the man had his fair share of tattoos under all that clothing and piercings holes that had closed up before he’d met any of them.

You’d been his tattoo artist back in the day, had met him when he stumbled into your shop drunk off his ass. At first you had rejected his wish of getting a tattoo, telling him to prove he’s not drunk by spelling out his name to you which had only resulted in you calling him a taxi to drive him back home while uttering the words “goodbye Jan”

He had woken up the next morning with a number written on the palm of his hand and the words “not a tattoo but call me if you actually want one” scribbled on his wrist.

He hadn’t thought of calling you at first, the embarrassment was too much to stomach but faith had other plans and he ends up meeting you again in some dimly bar close to base. He hadn’t recognized you when he first asked you on a date but you had happily accepted to see “Jan” again and joked that this might also be his chance to get the tattoo he wanted.

Years later and you two are sitting on the couch on base talking with 141, while wearing matching wedding bands and you couldn’t be any happier than you are right now.

[BONUS:

Although Price has mellowed down a lot since his younger years he’ll never give up the pleasure of blowing his husband while you’re behind the wheel.

It’s a complete contrast to the man he is on base, eager fingers pawing at your pants to undo your zipper, uncaring of any risks as he drags his tongue along the length of your dick, while a tattooed hand buries itself in the brown tufts of hair to control the pace as he eagerly suckles on your length, tears spilling down his cheeks and shining as bright as the barbells you’re wearing. ]

[overstuffd]

Ggood evening sir I was a well behaved and obedient pet and just ffinished aafter edging the last 24 hours like you told me too ☺️

Aww, such a good girl for me! Isn't it so much better to come after really earning it, your soft cow brain spending a whole day soaking in pleasure as you stuff yourself, edge, stuff yourself, play with your udders, edge - all just to pleae me?

[flowerysubmissive]

always been a dom but after reading ur blog I’m oiled up and bent over waiting for you

☕️💦

Makes me almost want to get a strap just for you anon 🤭 Then I could pound your tight little boy hole from behind and feel you squirm while edging your cock in my palm~. I’m sure you’d look simply adorable experiencing subspace for the first time 💕

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

I saw the sweetest TikTok today, where a guy pulls up his gf’s top whenever it starts slipping and it got me thinking! 😆 Elijah or Finn would be the one to cover her chest with a hand while he pulls it up, just to protect her dignity, but Klaus or Kol is the one to pull it down a little to show people what they’re missing LMAO! 🤣

Lmaooo I can definitely see that happening. Though part of me thinks that with Klaus and Kol, they'd be standing close by with daggers in their eyes with anyone who stares too long after doing so.

[razzledazzletrassh]

no major fic updates just yet guys TAKE MY WOY OC I MADE LIKE. April of last year IM PLUGGING SOME INFO ABOUT THIS GUY IN THE TAGS.

I may also redesign her soon or something. Make her more bug-like with some stuff. I can cook guys let me cook !!!

[stevieschrodinger]

Just finished the latest Accidental Dom Steve and hooooo boy, that was spicy. I am loving this series, such fantastic writing!

Though can I ask, does this have a happy ending? Cause after how that last part ended, those boys definitely need to have a sit down and talk.

There are only happy endings in this house.

[devildom-doll]

Are y’all seeing this? 👀

[bringthekaos]

I love your interpretations of Jayce and Viktor, so in your expert opinion, which is the best way that they first get together?

A- they're adults about it and one asks the other out for supper (yeah right)

B- after months/years of pining, one breaks spectacularly and kisses the other without warning

C- the sexual tension gets so palpable they both break at the same time and throw themselves at each other like horny wild animals

D- one has a function brain cell and decides to blantantky seduce the other, results vary

Hmmmmmm juicy juicy question.

I think we all know it wouldn’t be A. The boys are too emotionally constipated 🤣

I think definitely option B. Perhaps with a dash of D (haha dick joke).

When I started my Our Hextech Dream series, I had Jayce make the first move. And while I love how I wrote it, with Jayce unable to keep his hands off of Viktor, if I had to go back and write it again, I think I might change things up. I think Jayce would be head over heels infatuated, but terrified to make a move. He’s unsure, he thinks maybe he’s misinterpreting Viktor’s signals (when in reality a bomb would be more subtle than Viktor’s ‘signals.’) He values what they have, their camaraderie and working relationship; they flow so well together, it’s like their minds are connected. They finish each other’s sandwiches sentences, they move around each other in the lab like a practiced waltz. And Jayce doesn’t want to ruin that, doesn’t want to risk the beautiful synergy they already have.

Meanwhile Viktor is very aware of Jayce’s attraction, can see him staring out the corner of his eye, can note the way Jayce’s breath catches when Viktor softly speaks his name. He’s noticed the lingering touches, the lingering gazes, and on more than one occasion, Jayce biting his lip when Viktor speaks in his mother tongue. He knows, but he’s unsure as well—why hasn’t Jayce acted? Yes, such a thing could complicate their work on Hextech, but clearly Jayce’s feelings are getting in the way of that anyway; he’s making more errors, fumbling more calculations, and all because he’s so busy gazing at Viktor like he hung the stars.

So Viktor decides to lay it on thick—throwing everything he’s got at Jayce in an attempt to make him break, make him finally admit. He initiates an assault of playful physical touches, starts using endearments in their conversations. And he gets a sickly sweet satisfaction from watching as these things slowly drive Jayce mad with want…

Yet still he doesn’t break. So Viktor starts getting frustrated too, takes it as a personal challenge. And one day it all comes to a head. Jayce is already frazzled, as Viktor had called him darling when he’d brought over two steaming mugs of coffee. And when he’d reached out to offer Viktor one of the mugs, Viktor paused to cup his hand, soothing his thumb back and forth over Jayce’s knuckles in a gesture of gratitude and offering up what he knows to be one of his most devilishly coy smiles. Jayce loses his breath like he’s been shot, but instead of saying anything, he just turns for the chalkboard and begins hurriedly erasing their work from the previous day. He mumbles about whatever project they’re working on, but clearly he’s distracted and anxious—he keeps losing his train of thought and his hands tremble so badly that he ends up breaking the stick of chalk in half in his fervor.

And that’s it, that’s all Viktor can take.

He grumbles a painfully fond “you idiot,” and storms over, hardly slowing the momentum of his body before crashing against Jayce and slamming their lips together.

Jayce lets out a squeak of surprise into Viktor’s mouth, but instantly gives in—that shock turning to wanton, pitiful need that rumbles as a low whimper in his throat. Viktor isn’t sure how long they stay like this, lips claiming lips and tongues claiming tongues, but by the time they separate he’s breathless and dizzy. And Jayce appears equally affected—a dopey grin on his face and a wobble in his knees.

“You are impossible,” Viktor barks, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’ve been trying to get you to do that for months.”

Ugghhh what a fun ask. Would love to hear how everyone else thinks it would go down!

[bittsandpieces]

What if you were stopped from being able to tap out and were just had until people got bored and left you there?

And I guess no holes barred either.

well that's not the fantasy now is it

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

F&F AU!

Eheheheh so for those of you not aware, F&F stands for Fast & Furious, so yes, after @mistmarauder and @catdadeddie made me watch that franchise for the first time, I am writing a Fast & Furious Buddie AU.

But uh not the spy shenanigans and cars in space part. Just the first one.

The premise is that rookie cop Eddie Diaz moves to Los Angeles to reconnect with Shannon, who when they were teenagers was big in the street racing scene (there's a teeny tiny Timeless Easter egg in there actually). But Shannon dies shortly after Eddie moves there and Eddie learns that part of why she refused to see him was she had been recruited by the LAPD to infiltrate the street racing scene to get an in with the 118 racers, a group that are believed to be robbing and smuggling. They're led by a former cop, Athena Grant, so they know all the usual tricks and keep outsmarting the police. Now that Shannon has died, Eddie's offered the opportunity, and takes it since it means a much higher payday that he can use to pay for his son's care.

He's supposed to get in with Maddie Buckley, who recently joined the group and doesn't seem to be involved in their crimes, but Eddie senses Maddie's in a bad place and instead chooses to go after the group's wild card (and Maddie's younger brother) Evan "Buck" Buckley. Buck's been banned from racing by Bobby Nash, Athena's husband, for unknown reasons, so Eddie figures he can help Buck sneak in and win some races to get his in.

It's just that. Well. Buck is very good looking. And sweet. And funny. And he adores Christopher. And...

Well you can see where this is going.

But oopsies :3 Eddie's still a cop :3 how on earth will the 118 react when they learn this? :3 and how will Eddie adjust when he finds the 118 gives him the family and support he's always craved? :3

we're an ACAB household here we all know how Eddie's gonna adjust. now the real question is how will he adjust to Buck's cock in his-- *I am dragged offstage by a comically large hook*

Basically I watched the first film and was like... you ever see something trying so hard to be macho it circles right around to being gay? Yeah. That. It was delightful. And I needed to write about Buck and Eddie being homoerotic about engines and gear shifts while racing sexy cars through Los Angeles immediately.

It's going to be very fun to write, I had hoped to write it this summer since I don't know if any of you have seen the film, but the first F&F film has a very sticky dog days of summer feel to it, the L.A. it shows is wonderfully lived in and grimy in a very affectionate way, but obviously I had to start working on my Halloween fics so that didn't happen. But it's still gonna be fun either way!

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF PRIORITY: PALAVEN

Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Lt. James Vega, Dr. Liara T'Soni, Garrus Vakarian, and EDI With: Flight Lt. Jeff "Joker" Moreau, General Corinthus, Primarch Adrien Victus, and Councilor Tevos War is your resume- and at a time like this we need leaders who have been through that hell. And honestly? Uniting these races may take as much strength as facing the Reapers. Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

+BONUS:

[flowerysubmissive]

*gulps* I-I’ll bark for a treat mommy😵‍💫 p-pretty please?

Oh my! Why aren’t you an eager little pup~ I’m proud, you know how to ask oh so very politely. I guess I’ll have to let you hump at my leg like a good pup now won’t I? You can even ruin my favorite stockings with your icky pre-cum as long as you stay this well behaved 🤭💕

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

I'm really glad to see you back and posting more often Dom! 🥰 I know how it can feel to have that spark of inspiration go out so I'm glad that, in one way or another, you're getting it back! 💖

I am trying soooo hard to get it back into full swing. It's been a process, but it's getting there!

I can't say for sure that I'll be doing anything close to May Madness again any time soon, but I'm hoping to get more than 5 fics posted this year 😅

ALSO that request. I got you. 💕