#gonna get this tattooed on my fuckin forehead

[thedisablednaturalist]

I think "my spoons my choice" needs to be used more

[hemmingshouse]

pretty girl / matt sturniolo

read part one here ! x

summary: you and matt continue your high adventure.

warnings: smutty ones as always! sex, usage of petnames etc

matt chuckled softly, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip, “need to hear those pretty moans when my cock fills you up before you cum, pretty girl.”

the way his words in combination with the lustful look in his eyes made shivers run down your spine and your head spin said enough. with matt’s hands sliding along your soft skin, you realised that this was the actual reality. there had been a few times where you would think of how things would be if you and matt ever crossed the line of just being friends, but this surely had exceeded your expectations.

you kept your eyes locked with his as he stepped out of his joggers and boxers, a slight blush covering your cheeks as you chuckled and placed your palms across your face with a shake of your head. “what are we even doing, matt?”

matt chuckled at your muffled question as he reached for your hands, thumbs brushing your knuckles as he tried to comfort you. with a teasing look he cupped your jaw with a hand - the coldness of his rings a nice contrast against your heated cheeks. “are you getting shy on me now, sweetheart?”

the teasing hint in his voice and eyes made you smile softly as your fingers trailed along his tattooed arm. “oh fuck you,” you smiled as you shook your head and lightly pushed his shoulder again, wrapping your arms around his neck just seconds after.

“don’t threaten me with a good time,” he chuckled with a playful grin dancing on his lips. a slight smirk formed on matt’s face when you initiated a kiss right after he spoke, fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. his lips were lightly pressed to yours in a feathery kiss as he placed one of his hands onto your hips. he took a look at you, adoring the way you looked beneath him. your hair was slightly sticking to your forehead, glossless lips plump from all the kissing and a teasing look in your eyes.

“you’re the most gorgeous thing i’ve ever seen sweetheart,” he mumbled, thumb running along your bottom lip before he reached down to stroke himself a few times, lining up with your entrance. “gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good, yeah?”

“better make it worth the wait, matthew,” you joked with a laugh, noticing how he rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue before he shut you up by dragging his cock up and down your folds agonisingly slow. “fuck,” you let out a breathy laugh, “okay yeah- i’ll shut up.”

matt laughed and shook his head, loving the way you were joking around with him even if he was about to fuck you sore on his couch. his knees dug deeper into the soft leather when he pulled your body closer to his by the back of your thighs. looking at you to make sure you were okay caused his heart to stammer out of his ribcage - it finally being clear to him that you were more than just a best friend to him.

“okay baby,” he mumbled, carefully caressing your thigh with his free hand before he slowly pushed himself into you, a groan falling from his lips. “mh- fuck,” he cursed, “so tight for me, jesus christ.”

your breath hitched in your throat when matt started moving his hips, holding you securely by the waist as he increased the speed. “matt-” you breathed, “oh my god.”

messy brown hair fell into his eyes with the way he was increasing speed by fucking you, so you took it upon yourself to brush it from his face. his gaze locked with yours for a second before he ducked his face down to kiss you quickly.

the way his name rolled off your tongue made him thrust into you even harder, loving the way you were responding to his touches and the way he was fucking you. “such a good girl for me,” matt praised you, noticing how your eyebrows were scrunched together as you moaned, “are you close?”

“mhm,” you hummed, “fucking close,” you added, nails digging into his biceps as you squirmed around from underneath him, “matt! fuck fuck fuck-”

“that’s it baby,” he commented, continuing to thrust into you as his hand dipped down to put some pressure onto your clit to get you to come even better. “you look so fuckin’ good taking my cock.”

your head was all up in the clouds. the way matt touched you, how his free hand was helping you build up your orgasm quicker as he fucked into you, the way he looked absolutely stunning on top of you. all of this adding up to how you felt about matt made you orgasm quicker than you wanted, noticing how his thrusts were getting sloppier after he came as well.

“oh my god,” you giggled as matt slowly pulled out of you with a hiss, quickly running a hand through his hair before he stood up and made his way towards the kitchen. for a minute you weren’t really sure what he was doing, until he came back with a damp cloth to clean you up.

“don’t sit up!” he warned you playfully, kneeling down in front of where you were still on the couch. “i don’t want my fluids to get on the carpet.”

you let out a snort, rolling your eyes, “should fuck me somewhere else the next time then.”

matt wiped you down and planted a kiss on your bare thigh before he looked up when you made your statement. “so you want there to be a next time then?”

seeing a grin dancing on his face made you smile softly, fingers curling around the thin dainty necklace hanging around his neck. “only if you’re gonna let me give you head and tell me how pretty i am whilst doing so.”

“sweetheart,” matt spoke lowly, “there will me more than one time if you continue to talk to me like that.”

“fuck yes, let’s go then.”

“wait-” his eyes widened, “what? now?”

you shrugged your shoulders, “you seemed very fond of the idea, but it’s okay if you do-”

matt whined loudly, “good god pretty girl,” he leaned down to brush his nose against yours every so slightly, “i’d fuck you every second of every day. so, why don’t you get on your knees for me now then,” he teased, “then i’ll tell you how much of a pretty and good girl you are, hm?”

[hazbinshusk]

26 or 38 with Blitzø please!!

prompt #38: a kiss while one of you is being carried.

Blitzø groans loudly into your lap, pulling a pillow up over his head the best he can with his horns in the way. You roll your eyes affectionately, stroking your palm along the curve of one horn in a way you know he finds soothing. He curls up tighter against the couch cushions, claws clutching at your pajama bottoms. “Fuckin’ cunt-bricks, my head hurts.”

“Charming,” you say dryly. “Coffee?”

He whines into your thigh. “Can you get it without moving?”

“What do you think?”

“Ughhhhhhhh.”

You smirk softly, rubbing his back gently. He’d literally fallen through your door about six hours ago, and after passing out on your couch he’d officially shifted from drunk to incredibly, painfully hungover. “Baby.”

“That better be a fuckin’ come on,” Blitzø grumbles, raising a hand to jab a finger vaguely in your direction. “And I’m not in the fuckin’ mood, you horny bitch.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes again.

“Sorry,” you say sarcastically. “I’ll rein it in.”

“Fuckin’ better,” he mumbles into your lap, still waving that hand in your face. You grab hold of it, interlacing your fingers and bringing it down beside his face. “…Kick your ass.”

“Sure, you will,” you agree, faux-placating. “Is that before or after your head stops feeling like a fucking dumpster fire?”

“Fuck you, I’ll fuckin’ do it now,” he threatens, still making no move to sit up. You flick the mark tattooed on his forehead pointedly. “Ow! Cock!”

“Not now, baby, I’m tired.”

“Satan’s ass-crack, I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” you reply simply, shifting Blitzø carefully off of your lap. He clings to your leg with another groan. “C’mon; let me up. You need coffee if you’re gonna kick this hangover.”

“Mmmm… iced?”

You smile. “Sure.”

He seems to consider that, face down on the pillow when he finally releases you. His voice is muffled by the fabric. “’kay… I don’t hate you.”

“Aw, thanks.” you coo sarcastically. You collect ice out of the freezer and milk from the fridge, the coffee pot already steaming on the burner. You can hear him cursing to himself drowsily, and start when you feel him behind you. He takes hold of your hips, fingers curling in your shirt. Then he’s clambering up your back, wrapping his legs around your waist, ankles crossed in front of you. He circles his arms around your neck, tucking his head over your shoulder. “Fuck, you’re needy when you’re hungover.”

“Shut up,” Blitzø says, too quiet to be serious, his body warm as it presses against your back. You smile to yourself as you collect a couple of glasses, careful to try and make as little noise as possible as you crack ice cubes from the tray and drop them in.

Blitzø nuzzles his face into the side of your neck for a moment, and you shiver as he presses a kiss to the column of your throat. He dusts a few kisses over the flesh, and you sigh, laughing quietly as he dares to reach down and squeeze your breast through your shirt.

“No, Blitz.” you tell him, holding up his coffee. He takes it, but doesn’t climb down, holding the cup against your shoulder. The straw you’ve set in the glass dangles up high enough for him to take a long draw from the glass. He sighs contentedly.

“Fuckin’ tease.”

“Sure, Blitz.” you deadpan. “…Are you hopping down anytime soon?”

He shakes his head against your shoulder petulantly. “Why? You got some place to be?”

“Not that I can think of.” you say, feeling his tail wind itself around your thigh. “But that doesn’t mean—”

Blitzø shuts you up by turning your face towards his, leaning over your shoulder, and kissing you. He tastes of coffee and sleep and the hint of Beezlejuice, and you feel your stomach flutter as he groans against your lips. Then, he grabs at your breast again, and you pull away with a scoff.

“Asshole.”

He grins, burying his face in the curve where your collarbone meets your neck. You feel his laugh, and you shake your head with a smile, carrying him and your coffee back to the couch.

“You’re lucky you’re cute. Dick.”

“I’m lucky I have a cute dick?”

“Shut up.”

Blitzø laughs, the sound breaking into a series of curses as the sound cracks through his head. “Ow! FUCK!”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[toomuchracket]

stupid cupid (d word matty x reader fluff)

day 3 of valentine's week, in which you realise you're in love with matty in an unexpected circumstance. cute as shit. enjoy <3

you collapse forward onto matty's chest, both of you breathing heavily. he's still partially inside you, and you can feel his cum dripping from your hole and pooling below you on his body, but you don't mind; you like this sort of post-sex intimacy, when the orgasm haze fades from your brain but the stickiness and tiredness of your body still continue as reminders of how good it was.

and fuck, was it good.

matty strokes your messy hair. “mad how we've never had bad sex with each other, isn't it?”

“shut up,” you laugh, looking up at him adoringly. “you'll have jinxed it now.”

“impossible,” he grins. “i like watching you try to walk normally the day after a good fuck too much to not make an effort…”

“oh my god.”

“... and you are just too eager to please me to half-arse anything, my little princess,” matty boops your nose, laughing when you screw your face up. “in conclusion - great sex forever.”

you hum, tracing the chest tattoo next to your head. “that really was great, that. unexpected.”

“d'you mean?”

“thought you'd be exhausted after the show. s'why i insisted on being on top,” you laugh breathily while matty flicks your nose. “pleasantly surprised at how much work you did.”

“you've been running around in tiny shorts all day. course i was gonna go fuckin feral,” he smiles, hand weaving into your hair and massaging your scalp. “tired now, though.”

“same,” as if on cue, you yawn, and snuggle further into your boyfriend. “night night.”

matty giggles. “nope, not yet. need to clean you up first, darling,” you're not quite sure how he manages it, but next thing you know you're being scooped up bridal style and carried to the bathroom. he sets you down next to the toilet, and reaches in to turn the shower on. “you piss, i shower, then you come in with me. yeah?”

“mmmkay,” you nod, smiling as matty kisses your head before stepping into the shower. normally, you wouldn't let him in the room at this point, but the glass is so frosted that you don't care. you do what you need to do, giggling to yourself as you stand up and lean over to the sink to wash your hands and listen to your boyfriend sing (for what reason, you've no idea) lucky ones by lana del rey over the sound of the taps.

and then, you try to walk over to him, and your legs almost give way to the point you have to cling to the counter to stay upright. you yelp. “matty!”

he's over at you within seconds, sliding a little bit on the floor. concern on his face, he gently holds yours in his still-wet hands. “what’s wrong, angel? you alright? did you see a spider again?”

“no, i just,” you sigh, looking up at him with a pout. “i can't walk. tried to get to the shower and my legs gave way.”

“already? nice,” matty smirks. you deliberately wobble your lip, and his face softens. “oh, sweetheart,” he coos, kissing your forehead and lifting you up to sit on the counter. “give me a second to rinse my hair, yeah? then i'll take care of you. promise.”

“‘kay,” you sniffle. “you can leave the shower door open if you want.”

your boyfriend laughs. “it won't turn you on again, looking at me naked and dripping wet?”

you shrug. “maybe. but you're beautiful like that. s'nice to appreciate you.”

“flatterer,” matty's cheeks go adorably pink. he kisses you, long but chaste, before walking backwards to the shower. “front or back view?”

“back. you've got a cute arse, and i never get to see it.”

“not as cute as yours.”

“yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes. “hurry up, please, i miss you. wanna go to sleep.”

he grins. “alright, darling.”

in fairness to matty, he really only is a few minutes rinsing the hair mask from his curls - he's so quick, in fact, that you’ve half a mind to tell him to go back in so you can appreciate the view even longer. but as much as you like ogling his peachy little bum and the way his back muscles flex under the water, you like it when he takes care of you even more. so you keep your mouth shut and smiling, hand him a fluffy towel from the stack beside you (with a final bit of ogling as he runs it over his body and wraps it low on his hips), and let him do just that.

he kisses you as he runs a flannel under the hot tap, then wrings it out and presents it to you. “temp ok?” he smiles when you nod, tapping your thigh as a sign for you to open them so he can clean you up, cooing when you wince at the feeling of the warm fabric on your still-sensitive cunt. “i know, sweet girl, i know. just a second longer, yeah? need to make sure you won't be all sticky and uncomfy, that's all. alright?”

“mhmm,” you smile at the way matty’s concentrating on you, the same as he always does during aftercare - brows furrowed in focus, bottom lip between his teeth, whole face softening as he looks you over in satisfaction once he's done. it's almost reverential, the way he treats you, and still totally overwhelming, even after all these months. nobody else you’ve been with has ever been so caring towards you, nor so affectionate; once he's chucked the flannel in the laundry bag, the first thing matty does is straighten up and kiss you. it makes you melt. “thank you, baby.”

he pecks your lips. “just doing my boyfriend duties.”

“you do them very well,” wrapping your arms around his neck, you shuffle forward to hug matty, snuggling into him while he holds you tightly. you don't know if you've ever felt so safe in your life. “m'really sleepy. will you take me to bed now?”

“course,” matty gives you a final squeeze and pulls back, smiling softly; his eyes widen when he looks at your face, though. “wait, no, i can't. not yet.”

“why?”

“you've still got your makeup on, darling.”

blinking tiredly, you look over your shoulder at your reflection. “oh, so i do. never mind. i'll sort it in the morning. let's just go to bed, yeah?”

matty shakes his head. “nope.”

“matty,” you whine, stroking his face. “please can we just go to sleep? m'too tired to do it.”

“angel,” your boyfriend sighs, taking both your hands in his. “the first time i stayed at yours, you made me promise - promise - to never let you fall asleep with your makeup on. said it was the worst thing i could ever let you do. so, yeah, we're not going to bed until your skincare is done. alright?”

a wave of something unfamiliar passes over you as you take in matty's words. it's not unpleasant, though; quite the opposite, actually. kind of warm, but not in an embarrassed way. you don't know what it is, or where exactly in your body it starts, but you like it.

you smile shyly. “i can't believe you remember me saying that. i was half-joking, honestly.”

matty copies your smile and shrugs. “well, i took it very seriously. so, to that end,” he kisses you quickly, resting his forehead against your own. “if you're too tired to take your makeup off and all that, would you let me do it instead?”

the warmth passes over you again as he speaks, increasing by a couple of degrees when you look at your boyfriend's adorably expectant face. god, his eyes. you want to drown in them. “yes, please,” you smile. “if you wouldn't mind, that is.”

“i never mind getting to touch your beautiful face,” he grins. “i know you're tired, darling, but could you put your hair up while i wash my hands, please?”

you oblige, reaching to the side for your claw clip and headband. matty quickly cleans his hands, fiddling about with the tap once he's rinsed. “tepid for skincare, yeah?”

“right,” you nod. “if it's too hot it…

“... strips the skin too much. makes sense,” matty carefully measures out your makeup remover on his palm, while you blink in surprise. wetting the cleanser, he brings his hands to your face. “let me know if i'm not doing it right, sweetheart.”

“okay,” you close your eyes, and he begins. his hands move gently across your face, the soothing circular motion of his fingers lulling you into relaxation - ironically, in total contrast to the circular motions matty was using on you earlier. when he giggles quietly, you keep your eyes closed, but smile. “what?”

“you look like a raccoon. your mascara's completely melted,” matty replies, and you can hear him smiling. “a really cute raccoon, though.”

“a callback to my emo days,” you smile, closing your mouth as matty wipes the makeup residue away with a facecloth. “is that us done?”

“yeah. take a look, please.”

you do as asked, turning to examine your totally makeup-free face in the mirror. “perfect, baby. thank you,” you turn back to peck matty - glowing with pride - and smile. “d'you want me to guide you through the rest of the routine?”

“oh, no, it's ok,” matty’s cheeks go pink again, and he looks bashfully at the ground before peeking up at you through his eyelashes. “i, uh, i actually made a note of it in my phone, one of the times i sat with you while you did it. just in case, you know, something like tonight happened, and i would be the one doing it for you.”

oh. your eyes widen, and matty starts some frantic monologue about… well, you've no idea what. you can't focus on anything he's saying, because now you know what the new warmth in your body is, spreading from your heart to your brain and tinting the world just a little bit brighter.

it's love. 

you're in love with matty.

as soon as the realisation hits, though, reality follows - all it took for you to realise was for him to offer to do your skincare for you? really? that tiny little gesture? christ. how pathetic of you.

but it isn’t a tiny gesture, though, is it, if you think about it; matty cares so much about you that he physically noted down which skincare products you use on your face and in which order. it might be a basic ritual, but it's intricate and intimate, and he's willingly offering to enact it for you because he knows you’ll feel bad if you abandon it tonight.

god, you love him so much.

shit, you still haven't said anything - you tune back into matty talking about “i'm sorry if that's a bit creepy or stalker-ish, i just know you spend a lot of time taking care of yourself like that, and really i think you've got it down to a fine art cos you always look amazing, and i don't know i just thought it would be useful to know if i was ever lucky enough to be so close to you that i could take over with it if necessary, and-”

“matty, baby,” you stop him before he talks himself unconscious, smiling. “i’m really touched that you would do that for me. really.”

he smiles, clearly relieved. “i'd do anything for you, darling.”

you swear you can feel your heart grow three sizes like the grinch. “well, in that case,” you kiss the back of his hand. “i'd like you to do my skincare for me, please.”

“alright. can i kiss you first?”

you say nothing, just pout your lips and close your eyes. matty chuckles and kisses you deeply, hands on your jaw; you sigh into him, lips parting to let him in, and he takes the bottom one between his teeth and releases it ever so slowly. when you whimper, he smiles, pecking your lips before pulling away completely. “right. cleanser time.”

you smile, too, closing your eyes and sitting back while he washes and hydrates and treats and moisturises your face. again, matty's so gentle with you, humming whatever tune is in his head and quietly murmuring instructions like “pea-sized amount of niacinamide, grape-sized amount of moisturiser” to himself - you huff out a laugh at those, and he stops talking to himself in favour of talking to you. “what?”

“nothing, you're just cute” and i'm very much in love with you.

“nowhere near as cute as you, sweetheart. just your lip balm left to do, by the way, and then we can finally go to bed.”

“thank god.” 

matty laughs as he quickly swipes your overnight lip mask on, tapping your thigh once he's done. “that's you, angel,” he washes his hands again, while you open your eyes and beam at him. “shiny and beautiful.”

“thank you, my darling,” you pull the claw clip and headband from your hair, shoving them in your cosmetics bag before making grabby arms at matty. “bedtime?”

“bedtime,” your boyfriend lifts you and wanders to the bedroom, laying you gently on the bed and kissing your hair; in complete contrast to the tenderness, he parkours over you to get to his own side of the bed, and you giggle as he winces. “fuck, that was a bad idea.”

“oh baby. c'mere,” you slide under the duvet and open your arms. matty slots himself between them, resting his head on your chest. “better?”

“so much,” he yawns, eyelids already fluttering closed. “night, baby. see you in my dreams, and then in the morning.”

“goodnight, darling,” you lean down to kiss his forehead, gently massaging his scalp until his breathing indicates he's properly, genuinely asleep. then you smile, and your voice drops to a whisper. “i love you.”

[xmycxx]

tattoo!artist ellie x reader (more headcannons)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Sketchbook hc's

A/N: This is just, general stuff i was thinking of bc y'all loved this AU and i finally have some time

Dates with tatto!artist ellie

i feel like ellie, specifically tattoo artist ellie wouldn't like the huge romantic dates like going to a fancy restaurant and overdressing for it

nah

she'd def take you to a fair and hold your hand on the rides you think are scary though

you mention you like a brand? she's subscribed to their mailing list so she knows when they have stuff on sale (bc she knows you hate spending more money than you have to) and takes you there

and you're still clueless, you just think she has some sort of magic intuiton for saving money

she prefers smaller, more meaningful dates, to the point where she'd much prefer watching a movie over at your house with a pizza over getting anxiety over going somewhere fancy

Gifts

The gays def know that getting tattoo's are fuckin EXPENSIVE

so ya girl is rich and basically fuckin loaded bc of it

in turn, once she gets comfortable, she love love LOVES spoiling you

"Babe," You called out, frowning in mild exasperation at the item in your room. It wasn't that you didn't appreciate the gesture. It was just that the top was 80. fucking. dollars.

"Yea?" Ellie asked, feigning innocence and following you in your room, grinning when she saw the t-shirt in your hands. "Fits?"

"Ellie, it's almost the same price as the headphones i use," You argued, a little exasperated with this. She rolled her eyes, grinning and coming to place her hands on your hips.

"C'mon, try it on?" She asked, unfazed as you shook your head.

"Please? For me?"

By god, she could get you to do anything by just saying that. You did as she asked, and you loved it. You never would've bought it for yourself, but when you modelled it for Ellie, her smile was worth more than 3 of those tops.

You don't really go for the more expensive gifts, knowing Ellie prolly won't appreciate them much

handmade! gifts!

like, let's say you gave her a handmade bracelet or something

or like, a gimmick (gonna use a personal example here)

your friend has some spare clay or something, so you take a chunk and model it into something you knOW is super super dumb

you take the dimensions of her fav tattoo pen and make a lil snake or sm to wrap around it and make it with huge googley eyes bc it looks so creepy and weird it's hilarious

you give it to her, trying your hardest not to laugh

she finds it fuckin HILARIOUS

she doesn't use it in the shop, scared of being called a simp

instead finds a marker she uses for sketching and puts it on that, it's her favorite marker now

Affection? hugs? kisses? awkward?

i feel like ellie is not very big on pda when you first start out

like very hesitant, doesn't want to cross any lines

if you're more affectionate, she still keeps you at arms distance until she's sure she wants to indulge you

if you're not affectionate like me then it actually works for her, she slowly initiates the affection

i think she'd love hand holding the most

espECIALLY when you trace her tattoos or her lil callouses on her hands

ugh she meLTS

not huge on the PDA, like the mandatory cheek kisses, forehead pecks etc.

if you're huge on it, welcomes it with open arms

if you're not, goes for the basic linking pinkies

you actually asked her once why she doesn't like it that much

"why do i need to show other people you're mine? I mean, I'm pretty secure in the fact that you're my girlfriend, why does the rando across the street need to see my tongue down your throat to get that?"

you choked on your drink at that answer

however, that attitude takes a 180 turn when she's jealous

A/N: Give me headcannons for jealous ellie, i have nOne. Also, what do y'all think of this?

[harrysarchive]

Pleasing

Pâtisserie:

h.s.

pairing: tattoo artist!harry x baker!reader

summary:

"now i know my innocent lil bee did not just tell me she did shrooms with a woman old enough to be her grandmother." i snicker and she chuckles.

"you should ask her about the time we hot boxed her car!" martha yells and y/n's ears start to burn again.

"martha! we did not!" y/n tries to defend herself but a look of mischief gleams in her eyes.

or

another adventure with bee and tattoo artist harry.

or

a continuation of girls who drink espresso martinis

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘'𝐒

𝐏𝐎𝐕

"bee," i let a moan slip as the blackberry frosting melts on my tongue, "you're a fuckin' bakin' wiz."

i watch as her ears start to burn and a smirk covers my face, "tell me about it, i swear the only reason we have costumers is because of her baking and her ass." martha chuckles.

"martha!" y/n scolds the 68 year old lady, martha rolls her eyes as to say, you know i'm right.

"you got men comin' in here lookin' at your ass, bee?" i tease as she sits next to me.

"harry!" she whines digging her head into my shoulder, i wrap an arm around her waist and tug her closer to me.

looking around the cute bakery, a pastel pink covers the walls and little white cloud fish are painted on the walls. little frogs are decorated at the bottom along with flowers, trees and other animals likely elephants and loins.

"who the fuck was on shrooms while thinkin' of the design?" i ask causing y/n's body to vibrate against mine as she shook with laughter.

"when martha first bought the place i swear to god, it had shit stains on the walls," she started and i bursted out laughing, "and well martha, she was like you know what we should do? and i was like what, she was like we should come up with a design and then tear down the walls. so i was like okay and we tried to come up with one sober and it failed it was giving 90's diner. we didn't want that, it's so basic. so martha came up with an idea she was like, what if we do shrooms. and i was like eh why not. and that's how Pleasing Pâtisserie came about."

"now i know my innocent lil bee did not just tell me she did shrooms with a woman old enough to be her grandmother." i snicker and she chuckles.

"you should ask her about the time we hot boxed her car!" martha yells and y/n's ears start to burn again.

"martha! we did not!" y/n tries to defend herself but a look of mischief gleams in her eyes.

"y/n! you are a bad girl!" i exclaim teasingly and she gapes at me.

"i am not! 'm a good girl!" she huffs crossing her arms over her chest.

i take a minute to really look at her, her little apron has hearts splattered all over them, her big round glasses cover the apples of her cheeks. her hair's in a messy ponytail with her fly aways running loose. my hand subconsciously comes up to move a curl that's dangling in front of her forehead. a loud sound of an alarm goes off and y/n's eyes bulge, and she's quick on her feet.

"my scones are gonna burn!" she yelps making her way to the back.

"baby i gotta go." i hum as i stand, she quickly pokes her head out the walk way to the oven and frowns at me.

"cant stay a lil' longer?" she says with puppy dog eyes.

don't do that

i think to my self and frown shaking my head, "gotta appointment in 20 minutes bee."

"cancel?" she suggest and i let out a chuckle before shaking my head.

"y'know i cant." i say shrugging on my jacket and her frown deepens.

she makes her way over with a cute little pout a puppy dog eyes, she wraps her arms around my waist and nuzzles her head into my chest.

"don't want you to leave." she huffs hugging me tighter.

"christ pet, squeeze me any tighter ya gonna pop me." i choke out.

"can i come over tonight?"she ask with a giddy smile and i nod.

"yea baby, i'll come get you yeah?" i ask and she nods with a wide smile, then moving behind the counter again.

"kiss?" she muses and i smirk making my way over before being stopped by martha.

"employees only!" martha snaps and flicks my forehead.

"martha let him give me a kiss!" y/n scolded the lady and she shook her head before letting me through.

i grab ahold of her face before pulling her lips towards mine and slowly moving our lips together. i let myself to let go and bite her lip softly causing her to whimper and pull away.

"your a bad boy mr. styles." she says groggily smiling up at me with plump lips.

"not too much on my name baby." i tease with a smirk and she rolls her eyes, "be ready by 5." i say tapping the plump of her ass and she scolds me.

i walk out into the store area before waving at martha, "take care of ma girl martha! and don't do drugs."

"oh c'mon son, 'm no pussy. i got a blunt that's ready to be lit out back." martha teased winking at me.

the door jingles as i chuckle and i make my face go stern looking ahead. y/n runs out from the back and smiles at the woman and child, "welcome to pleasing pâtisserie, what can i get you today?"

a/n : this is how i start off writing LMFAO idk what to be naming shit😭

[mikaswannabe]

CARLA JAEGER IN TATTOOARTIST!EREN AU.

i imagine that miss mama carla was a firehouse baby. for the first 3 years of her life she grew up w two chaotic + unstable parents that just left her at a fire station one day.

then she grew up in foster care and from 13-18 she stayed in a group home with other girls of all different backgrounds, and they felt like family even if it was chaotic.

something that she took up during her childhood was sewing. like this bitch can make anything if she got a lil fabric. and she knows how to throw deown.

she has italian lineage with a thick jersey / new york accent in my head. curves like a disney mom.

after high school she went to a community college and also took classes at a fashion school. for money, she was the most one of the most charismatic bartenders & bottle girls you could ever meet, coming home with her pockets full of tips with the help of her pretty ass face.

everybody loves carla! if you don’t, you did something wrong. she has connections to so many helpful people because everyone just knows she’s that bitch.

and where do you think eren gets his firecracker ways from? she loves a good time, having all eyes on her at clubs, but if any jerk got out of line her mouth would run off the chaiinnn, and don’t make her have to slap the piss out of somebody, because she will.

at around 21, she met grisha, who was 26 and in med school. how did she meet him? partied too hard and wound up being treated by him.

“you don’t know what you’re doing, you’re just a student. get me an actual doctor.”

“or, you could go home. deal with the massive knot on your head and possible concussion by yourself.”

fuck, she loved his accent.

“at least i won’t have to see you again.”

“likewise.”

yeah, they hooked up that night. knot on forehead and all.

she didn’t think she was gonna fall for the man, especially since he already had a kid, but then a messy 3 years of falling in love later she was pushing eren’s big head out and marrying this german man.

she worked a desk job while eren was young, but after grisha got on top of his medical school fees and started getting that neurosurgeon money, she was in her stay at home mom bag.

eren was such an troublesome bby to deal with. he would always be running around and making him sit still was a challenge. one of the only times he would shut up without even having to be told anything would be when he spotted his mom drawing sketches of her dress designs, crawling up on her lap and watching everything she did.

and something that always infatuated him was her few tattoos that he would see every now and again. like the dragon on her shoulder that had beautiful lilies drawn around it, or the butterflies on her left foot. when he got into his tattoo art talent, grisha was against it but carla embraced it, allowing him to refresh her old tats and them getting matching ones of each other’s names, his on the back of his shoulder while hers is on her arm.

as eren got older his favorite parent was evident. he loves his mom but he LOVES annoying her even more. just goes in her room and lays on her bed like “what we watching?” the amount of times she’s popped his hand for reaching into her food.

she loves her son, but she gets to that “get the fuck away from me, eren. my head’s throbbing like a fuckin’ drum with you around, god.” he know’s he succeeded when she has to physically push him out of the room.

when they’re at home it’s either, “sweetie, have you eaten?” or “get out this kitchen, you moose! i’ll throw this fryin’ pan at your skull, move!”

when ppl be like, “eren, your mom’s so nice.” he agrees, but not forgetting to say “to you guys.”

but seriously, when it came to being a community mom in eren’s grade school days, carla was it! always packing foods and drinks for kids at the games, taking them out to eat afterwards, and clearing hoes at pto meetings. that mama drama is no joke.

now that e’s in college, when other mom’s complain that they miss their baby so much, she just nods. she was glad eren got his ass out by 18. she loves her baby, but handful isn’t even enough to describe him.

she’s able to claim time for herself again, and then, she knows her son, and even with all the problems he can bring onto himself, she knows he’ll be fine.

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 28: I’ll make love to you

His movements are slow but sexy & addicting not being able to get enough of each other he kisses your neck leaving behind evidence of his love for you blue and purple spots decorate your breasts and neck next nipping at your ear “You’re in charge princess tell me what you want” his voice low & raspy “I want you Ed all of you I.. I need you” running your nails down his back reveling in everything him “you have me baby I’m right here” he nestled his knees between your legs gliding his member through your folds while keeping eye contact with you the whole time you’re a whimpering mess as he teases you him chuckling in response “you ready sweetheart?” You nod to wound up to speak as he guides himself into you slowly stretching you it stings but feels so good at the same time not used to being with someone his size you gasp loudly the moment he bottoms out he rests his elbows on each side of your head sweeping your hair off your sweating forehead “you okay love?” You moan “more then okay Ed you feel so fucking good” kissing your forehead “you feel heavenly you’re so warm & tight” low growns as his pace stays slow yet deep but you want more you want more of him all of him “Ed I want more” you looks into your eye’s trying to read what you’re feeling as he continues to rock his hips into yours moaning each time he thrusts into you “whats-wrong-love…. you want me to fuck you into next week” you wrap your legs around his waist locking your ankles together “yes—-fuck Eddie just fuck me harder p-please!” You watch his beautiful chocolate orbs darken almost to black as a grin grows across his face he bucks his hips pushing into you as hard as he can “oh my god!” He does it again “fffuck Eddie!” A third time “oh yeah baby you like that” before you know it he’s slamming into you at warp speed “hhholy fuck yes don’t stop” he laughs “ohh I’m just getting started” he continuously slams into you as you scream out in pleasure seeing nothing but bright colors and flashes of light before your eyes each time he reaches that spot him growling like a feral animal. The headboard slamming up against the wall you went to arch your back & feel Eddie’s arms underneath you next thing you know you’re being lifted off the bed & slammed up against the wall him still inside you the entirety of moving to the next spot his rhythm picks up again as he pants locking eyes with you a moaning mess arms locked around his neck legs still locked on his waist “you’re so fuckin beautiful baby you feel so fuckin good wrapped around my cock cum for me honey” & as if magic you feel the build up again & he starts to feel your pussy flutter around his member giving him the opportunity to know to plow into you faster before you scream louder then you ever have squirting all over him and down his legs. He walks backwards towards the bed sitting himself and you down into the mattress “you wanna take a ride on me honey?” You don’t have to be asked twice before pushing him down running your fingers down his chest tracing his tattoos & running your hands down the muscles on his stomach before sinking down onto him slowly rocking back and forth before leaning down to kiss and suck on his neck hearing him start to come apart beneath you before he throws his arms around you burying his face into your neck talking into your ear “I love you… I love you I love you I love you!” He bucks his hips up into your slamming his cock deeper & deeper into you as your both a moaning mess you can feel him starting to come closer to his release rhythm becoming more sloppy “ohh my god Jamie I’m gonna I’m gonna.. I’m gonna fuckin cum!” He spills into you while peppering your neck with kisses movements becoming more slow and less frequent until you both come to a complete halt heavy breathing you roll off of him onto your back whimpering at the loss “Eddie..” his eyes closed he hums “hhmm?” A silent few seconds “I- I love you too” with that he takes your blanket and covers the both of your naked sex sweat soaked bodies and pulls you into him “goodnight beautiful sweet dreams angel” “goodnight Ed’s”

[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest - Fic Recs | Vol 6

Howdy friends! Happy Friday and happy Fic Rec Day!

Here's everything I read this week and my silly little thoughts about them.

As always you can find The Spreadsheet here

Recs below the cut :)

June - a Joel series by @atinylittlepain

-> The writing in this is just... absolutely beautiful. I love the story that's being set up here and I love the way it's being told. This is definitely one to keep an eye on. Fell in love immediately. Warning, though, this one is probably gonna hurt a little.

Heat - an Ezra one shot by @ezrasversion

This fic had me in javi p, smoking a cigarette, hand pressed into forehead era. It was hot. Ezra talking dirty is just... top fucking tier man.

PMAMC 2023 - (almost) all the boys got pegged and I made a masterlist! Fics by @wannab-urs, @jksprincess10, @beskarandblasters, @cutesyscreenname, @serenaxpedro, and @atinylittlepain

-> All the major boys except Marcus Pike (coming soon), Dave York (coming soon), and Jack Daniels (unclaimed) get the rides of their lives! We pegged all of them... so if that's your thing, click the link for enough to keep you fed for weeks

Catalyst - a Joel/Frankie series @ezrasbirdie

-> I think I'm in my "I want two guys to rail me while also being into each other" era, but anyway... this was so fucking hot. I loved all the little details and story bits in there. Made it feel like a believable situation, which is not alway the case with Pedro boy on Pedro Boy action lol.

Shots - a Jack series by @julesonrecord

-> Uh... oh my god??? I love the rewrite of the ending (I like when authors keep Whiskey's actions but change that terrible ending ugh). I am so fucking into the plot of this story. I am riveted. I cannot wait for more. What is he doing? What's gonna happen? AH. Oh and it wouldn't be a certified Gin Fic Rec if I didn't tell you that the smut is delicious. Riding that line between explicit description and fucking poetry. You really uh... feel it... you know?

Hokaanir Riduurok - a Din one shot by @proxima-writes

-> Din with tattoos... shirtless,,, marrying you... then fucking while totally blissed out on some crazy mando wine... If I need to say more there's something wrong with you. This is everything.

put your lips close to mine a Joel one shot by @swiftispunk

-> A gorgeous follow up to her other masseuse!reader x Joel fic. I think I could read about Pedro boys getting or giving massages forever. It will literally never get old. All the luscious fuckin descriptions of his body.... PLEASE. And who doesn't love a happy ending?

buried - a Jack series by @something-tofightfor

I love this story so much I think I could recite it from memory. Jack is literal perfection in every way in this. I love a sad broken man who slowly learns to love again YESSSSS. The plot? immaculate. The smut? worth the god damn wait.

Speechless - an Ezra one shot by @sneetsnootyoit

-> Someone finally learned how to shut Ezra up... all it took was a good dickin down lmao. (AMAB Reader, sorry if you didn't get into fandom through a gay ship like me and this isn't your thing).

------------ things i read months ago and never recced -------------

Grays - a Frankie series by @fuckyeahdindjarin

Starstruck - a Dieter series by @ezrasbirdie

Possession - a Din one shot @prolix-yuy

Sin Without Limits a Javi P one shot by @jake-g-lockley

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Happy reading, dear friends <3

[wingstobetorn]

QUICKLY YEETS APRILNARDO DATING HCS AT YOU-

Going with a recent hc I have that MM!Leo is the ONLY Leonardo that can cook and cook GOOD; I think these two find out that they both like to cook, and then a lot of the time anyone sees them in the hallway, it's 70% chance that they're talking about what they want to cook together next. They love domestic dates like that, and so they have a lot of cooking dates where they get all kinds of ingredients and try cooking new things together in April's apartment. They have a lot of fun talking about anything and everything while in the kitchen together.

The first one to initiate cuddles was Leo, surprisingly. Like, yes they hug a lot when they start dating that's like, beautiful as fuck, but one day Leo came to school in a sad mood. Had a nightmare about Superfly, his brothers were being extra gremlin-y, he wasn't able to finish some homework due that day, etc etc. All around a bad day. So like, at lunch time when he finally got to see April, my man just didn't wait. He wanted his comfort hugs from his gf so he just sat down next to her and hugged her. April could immediately tell something was wrong, but Leo didn't look like he wanted to talk about it, so she just let him cuddle her the whole rest of lunch time and even while they were walking to their next classes a bit. Man looked so fucking pitiful that even his brothers were like 'aight hol' on we gotta tone down now-' but he didn't care. He just wanted to hug his gf until he felt better. After school he came around to her house out of nowhere and squirreled some more cuddle time out of her. April couldn't even begin to be mad about it.

April is the one who initiates most of the kisses in the relationship. Cheek kisses, forehead kisses, kisses on the hand, she just loves watching him get all flustered and shy about it, and then he'll try to hide his face behind his hands and she'll be like 'well shit we can't have that' and pulls his hands away to pepper kisses on his face. Leo falls deeper in love every goddamn time, it's pathetic/aff.

Later in the school year, I think it would be so cool if April and Leo save up for some couples dance classes, just for the fun of it. And they goof around a lot and are so lovey dovey with each other that the other, older couples at the lesson are just like 'those little kids are gonna get married in the future, trust-' They end up being known as the 'mini-married couple' to the older ones, and neither of them are aware cause they're just fuckin' around, having a good time dancing with each other and being completely enamored with the other through all the bullshit and the funny slip ups-they're fucking perfect bruh.

Sometime long after highschool, April will convince Leo to get ONE tattoo together. Just a simple one, and in an easily covered place too. Just two matching hearts, Leo's is yellow (for April) and April's is blue (for Leo). It's a subtle little nod to each other because they're both very aware that they're gonna go far with each other in their lives, and not only that, but it's also a symbol of not only their love, but their friendship too. If they ever break up (which they won't, lols-) it would be more a symbol of their friendship and whatnot! ANYWAYS I'M GOOD NOW, THAT WAS LONG AS FUCKING BUT I HOPE YOU EAT AND EAT WELL, FELLOW APRILNARDO-ER-

AWWW THESE ARE SO SWEET!

I definitely agree with the HC that Leo is the only one that can cook. I know for a fact his brothers will either completely burn down the kitchen or create the most god-awful food combinations known to man. Or, in Donnie's case, completely survive off of ramen whenever they can't get pizza. This really makes me think about food and eating as a love language and how these two would cook the other something whenever they're feeling like a piece of shit.

AWWWW YES. Leo is definitely very cuddly when in a relationship.

WJGWWHWWNAUAN THATS SO INCREDIBLY CUTE I CAN'T DO THIS!!!!!!!! April loves kissing Leo on his face trust me she told me herself.

The thought of older couples nodding along to each other and being like “Oh those two are definitely gonna get married" is so fucking funny jdgsjsh. Skip to them in their 30s happily married and every single one of those couples are invited because they fucking knew it. I don't know anything about her personally, but they remind me of my cousin's cousin who is getting married soon and my cousin describes her and her boyfriend as being absolutely perfect for each other, the dream couple, etc etc. I just think its really sweet.

“So what have you two been up to all these years?” they hold their hands out to reveal their rings "OH SHIT!!!!!"

The fact I can 100% see them doing this dhgskjegs they really are the typa guys to get matching couples tattoos (affectionate)

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Be Bad - A Gilly Lopez/Reader Smut Short.

Bit of Dom!Gilly, anyone? 

Words - 629

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

The chill in the air snaps against your bare skin like a whip, your body suspended from the rope bindings attached to the large hook hanging from the garage ceiling, his footsteps approaching you from behind. You struggle to reach the ground, the tips of your toes only just about making contact with the concrete, a gloved hand swathed in leather reaching for your hip.  

“No struggling.”

He’s usually your cuddly teddy bear, but sometimes, you bring out the grizzly in him. This moment is no exception. “Who’s been a bad girl?”

You know your silence won’t go unpunished, hearing it, the sound of his belt being unbuckled. Just the thought of him taking even one item from his body, even something as innocuous as his belt – or rather not in this situation – has heat radiating between your thighs. What drives it home more is the knowledge of exactly what that belt will be used for.  

“Answer me.” Looping the belt over, he grasps it tightly, smacking your butt, the sting biting, sending a hot flush up your spine.  

“Me. I have.”

He chuckles a gruff grunt. “Oh, so she admits it, hmm?” Once again, the leather meets your bare flesh, two hard strikes, glimmers charging over your skin like a herd of wild horses. “And what do bad girls get?”

“The belt.”

His breath is hot at your shoulder, his imposing, heavily tattooed bulk pressing against your back, the feel of his shirtless chest sinful, a hot flush misting through you. “That’s right, princess. You get the belt, until that ass is so fuckin’ sore, you won’t even be able to sit down.” Moving back, you hear the erotic creak of leather upon leather, knowing what he’s doing, Gilly wrapping the belt around his hand, shortening the free length, the lash of it striking against your goosepimpled skin, again and again, until your moans deepen, lost in the rush of endorphins.  

You hear the belt clatter onto the floor, Gilly walking around to face you, biting onto the tip of the middle finger on his glove, pulling his hand from within as he stands so close, your foreheads touch, his hand pushing between your legs. Leaning back, he arches an eyebrow, holding his fingers up, coated in your dew. “I think you enjoyed that too much, didn’t you?” He pushes them against your mouth, your lips parting, sucking them with a wet, needy hug.  

“Mmhmm,” you confirm, eyeing him with scorching want.  

“That pretty little pussy always does get soaking when you get spanked, don’t it?”

“It does, you’re right, big fella.” Reaching for your neck, he strokes circles across your skin, feeling his edges catch light from the fire in your eyes. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

“What am I gonna do?” He begins to grin, hands snaking beneath your thighs, lifting you right up until he has you balanced on his upper arms, your legs dangling over each thick shoulder, his mouth level with your soaking slit. “Imma do what I always do, mi amor. Imma make it even fuckin’ wetter.”

A firm drag of his tongue has you grasping at your rope restraint, your head tipping back, a bliss filled sigh fluttering from your mouth. Sometimes, it’s worth being bad, just so you can have him reward you by being good, feel his rough beard grate against your tender folds, eat you like a starving animal, have you gush against his mouth. 

“You gonna be my good girl now?” he asks, tongue snaking back and forth over your clit.

“I always am, Gilly. Because let’s face it, even when I’m bad, I’m still good, aren’t I?”

He hums around a mouthful of your cunt, sucking you, heat sizzling your veins. “Always, baby.”

[bbraefairy]

ONLY FOR YOU ( 𝙗𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙘 )

where rachel and garfield are neighbors

WARNINGS: 18+ characters, smut, profanity, toxic relationships, light angst !

𝐂𝐇 𝟏: 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑

✩.

“Oh, so you’re finally picking up my call.” a voice over the phone snarled.

“What could you possibly want me for, now, Ace?” Rachel receives her call.

Rachel is sitting on her bed. The shade of evening dismissed the brilliance of the day, and Rachel was preparing to go out. The summer dusk contrasted with her light skin and the outlines of her physique.

“Don’t give me attitude, you’re the one that missed two of my calls.”

“I was in the shower. You shouldn’t be talking, I barely hear from you for about three days if I am not the first one to text you.”

“The problem is you’re too goddamn insecure, and I don’t have the time to deal with that.” Ace responds sourly.

“How is me checking in on you being insecure? If anything, it’s you lacking communication.”

“I told you, I’m busy with work.”

“You’re always busy. Out of the twenty four hours of the day, you can’t take two seconds to say something? Not even a “hi”? A busy man you are. You’re not the only one with a personal life, I hope you realize that.”

“Whatever. Anyway, I’m gonna send you about four hundred dollars in a second. And, maybe we can meet up in about an hour?”

“Babe, I don’t care about the money, I want you. You’re always sending me money, or buying me things, but you’re what matters to me most.  It’s really nice that you do these things, but you’re what I want. What I need.”

“Damn, at least be grateful I’m giving you something.”

Rachel closes her eyes, lets out a deep sigh.

“Ace, I can’t do this with you right now. I have somewhere to be in about five minutes.” the girl states.

“Where are you going?”

“My neighbor’s. They’re inviting us over for dinner.”

“I see. You jus’ be doing your own fuckin’ thing.”

“I’m so tired of you!” Rachel shouted, a film of heat entering her cheeks. “You only want me around when it’s beneficial to you. I’m getting sick of all of the phases you are putting me through of wanting me whenever you feel like it. But when I make up my mind that I can’t put up with your crap anymore, and revolve my life around your half-assed plans, that’s a problem!? You can miss me with that shit, to be honest.” Rachel ends the call with a click of her finger.

She exhales again, walking over to her mirror which was lit from her night lamp. 

Rachel sports a grey, bodycon dress, under a black, leather jacket that stops right above her knees. She has on fishnet stockings, and black combat boots.

She tucks her short, violet hair behind her ear, right behind her bar piercing. She applies a few strokes of mascara to her lush eyelashes. Rachel finishes her natural makeup look, and hopes that will be a decent facade to hide the hell she’s living through.

Within a short while, Rachel and her parents arrived next door.

The house had a dark green door, one that was unique in the complex. The door opens, and a young man appears. 

His complexion is tanned, and his eyes were a tealish-green. His long, brown hair, which had dark green highlights, was coiled back into a man bun. A thick-jagged scar runs from the middle of his forehead, to the top of his left eyebrow. His muscles tone through the fabric of his graphic t-shirt, and to follow are dark jeans and a pair of Vans. Additionally, a few tattoos were etched on his arms.

His mouth is bent into a kind smile, “Good Evenin’, name’s Garfield. Garfield Logan. Nice to meet ya.” 

“Hello, I’m Mrs. Roth, but you can call me Arella. A pleasure to meet you.” Rachel’s purple-eyed, gentle mother shook Garfield’s hand.

“Mista Roth, I go by Tony.” the ravenette, hearty father addressed with a handshake.

“And I’m their daughter, Rachel.” her amethyst gaze scrapes against his teal. 

He feels tension as Rachel greets him, but doesn’t mind it much at first. Maybe she was just shy.

The Roth’s greet the other residents of the household, who are Marie, Garfield’s mother, and Graham, Garfield’s older brother.

Marie has blonde hair, warm, blue eyes, and was average height. Graham, was about six feet tall, with a close resemblance to his brother.

“Here, have a seat and make yourselves at home. Thank you for spending the evening with us.” Marie’s mouth angles into a charmed smile as she escorts the guests to the dining area.

The Logan’s interior was comfortable, yet elegant. Chandeliers, paintings on the walls, freshly mopped wooden floors, marble counters, delicately expensive furniture.

On the dining area table were portions of appetizers, the main courses, desserts, and drinks.

“No, thank you,” Arella grins, sitting down. “Thank you for having us.”

“A pleasure.” Marie responds.

Everyone starts to put food on their desired plate, eat, and a discussion begins.

“So, how do you guys like Jump City so far? I know it’s only been a couple of days, but hopefully you all have found something nice about it.” Mrs. Logan laughs lightly.

“Over here is a lot better than the last town we lived in. Big space for a small sales price.” Mr. Roth asserts.

“That’s how we like it.” Mrs. Roth chimed in. “The last place we had, we had hostile landlords, always had to hustle for parking, the houses were so packed on top of each other. Plus, the neighborhood wasn’t all that friendly, so it was a tough place to like. But, this, we’ve liked a lot more so far. We’re gonna love it here.”

Marie states, “I am so sorry to hear about that experience you all had. I really hope you do enjoy your new home and what the town has to offer. If you need any help with anything, like finding stores and things like that, we are more than glad to help.”

“What she said.” Graham lazily joins.

Rachel and Garfield happened to be sitting next to each other. Rachel was left handed, and Garfield was right handed. He accidentally nudged his hand against hers while gathering a forkful.  

“I’m sorry.” he whispered shyly. 

“It’s fine.” came Rachel’s bothered reply.

He sighed.

“Do you mind passing me the lemonade?” Rachel asked.

“Sure thing,” he stretches to the jar, hands it over to Rachel.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” he pauses before continuing, “I’m not a big fan of lemonade, so knock yourself out. Even if I was, it’s only etiquette for you to have as much as you want.”

“How come you don’t like lemonade? It’s sweet and refreshing, and perfect for the summer.”

“I don’t really like juices with pulp in them. Lemonade, orange juice. Well, if I drink orange juice, it’ll be pulp free.” he declares.

“Fair enough.” 

“Mhm. So, what’s got you all the way on this side of town?”

“We needed bigger, and better. Plus, my dad got a new job, and this area was suitable for the distance.”

“Gotchya,” Garfield’s tone was friendly.

“Hope you have a blast. Don’t be like me and get tired of everyone on the block. I mean, I’ve been here for years, so it’s only fair, right?” 

The corner of Rachel’s mouth arches up, “Give or take.”

“Got any plans for the summer?” he questions, gulping down some iced fruit punch.

“Settling in. I applied for a job, which I am starting next week. Hopefully I can find a library to hang out in on occasion. Nothing much besides that. How about you?”

Slowly but surely, Rachel was becoming less tense.

“Ah, I’m chillin’. Just knocked out another year of college, fixin’ up cars and motorcycles per usual.”

“Oh, so you’re a mechanic?”

“Not quite. I just kinda have it as a hobby, but I’m hopin’ to turn it into a career.”

“That’s valid.”

After several more minutes, the families finish their meal. They all engaged in a hearty conversation with one another while having a scrumptious meal. 

The Roth’s get ready to leave, having a fond sensation for their new neighbors.

“It was a pleasure having you all, and you are always welcome to come back if you’d like.” Marie opened the green front door for the Roth’s.

“Please, Marie, thank you for dinner, the advice, and the hospitality. Your sons are sweethearts, too.” Mrs. Roth says.

“That apple crumb pie was delicious, you have a strong baker’s hand, Marie.” Tony states with a bellowed chuckle.

“Oh, it’s no biggie.”

“Thank you for everything, Mrs. Logan, Graham, and Garfield.” Rachel waves.

“No prob, Rachel. It was nice havin’ ya over, you’re good company.” Garfield’s face softens, and he smiles faintly at the girl.

Rachel tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, her shy eyes trace away from his.

“You, too. Have a good night.” Rachel begins to walk away.

“Wait, Rachel.” Garfield calls to her.

“Mom, Dad, I’ll be behind you in a second.” Rachel says to her parents, who are already next door.

The other Logan’s retreated back into the house.

It was just Garfield and Rachel at the door.

Garfield pulls out his phone, then glances at Rachel.

“Can I have your number?”

Rachel is thrown completely off guard by the question, and tries to hide her hesitation.

“Just to keep in touch, is all. I promise I’m not a freak or anything.” Garfield gently reassures.

The compassionate twinkle in his smile suggests to Rachel, that maybe, she should take his word for it. He didn’t seem to mean any harm.

Rachel takes out her phone, and they begin to exchange.

In mid-transfer, Rachel’s phone rings in Garfield’s hand.

“I’m sorry, hold on.” Rachel takes the phone in her hand, answers the call.

“Ace?” her disposition changes, she melts into a vulnerable, almost terrified state.

“It’s been an hour, and I’m ready to go out.” Ace abrasively snarls.

“I told you that I can’t tonight, my neighbor’s invited me out to dinner.”

“I don’t care. I want you, and I want you now, you understand?! Tell me your address so I can pick you up.”

Rachel shakes her head, highly irritated, and ends the call again.

“I’ve gotta go.”

She gives Garfield his phone back, and when she leaves with hers, she only has half of his number.

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hi, bbrae babes ! i hope you liked this read 💌 thank you for reading. i will post more chapters soon.

this story is also available on ao3 & ff.net !!

[zdogswife]

OMG hiii I see you've never written a blog so can I just give you a starter? Smut with all of the boys please 🥺😭😭 I hate that emoji but yeah you don't have to (aged up if your doing younger boys as such as aonung, Loak, neteyam rotxo,)

OFC MY LOVE GIRL YKNOW I GOT YOUUU ITS GONNA BE A LIL ANGSTY BUT THAT SINT NEVER HURT A SOUL??

Song to listen to

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Warning: Slightly hard smut, cheating, choking, yandere basically, emotional, Angst, nOt making up, loak is a hoe, pregnancy , getting back together, fluffy at the end, language

Summary: You and loak have a nice life or so you thought 💭

You're a moaning mess your loincloth thrown to the floor loaks too he's rutting into you at a fast pace "Loak my god don't fucking stop yesss," you moan out "wasn't planning on it your to good f'me " he says wet squelching sounds can be her heard from his fast pace " damn baby yessss" loak says he feels you clenching knowing your at your limit he gives you soft slow hard thrusts "CUMMM" with that your body shakes around and you squirt all over his abdomen " stay baby I'm not done yet " he flips your body around plays with your clit with his tip and gently slides in "to much damn daddy" you speak " he starts throbbing inside you but before you can pull him out warm stick thick cum fills your womb he plants kisses all of your face then begins to clean you up.

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You wake up and suddenly feel weak you feel the need to scream and throw up you start to call loak over to help you but he's not there "Damnit loak I think I'm sick" you get up to throw up only to realize loak never came back the yesterday when he left you to go play with his friends you grab your bow and get ready to call your ikran thinking something happened to him "Please be okay" you whisper taking off with your ikran to his family marui which would usually be empty due to there schedules you land and began to get ready to charge but you hear sounds "damn you loak calling me another bitches name no your motherfucking girlfriend name who the hell are you" She storms out and you hide when she's officially gone you walk back in realizing he did something he shouldn't have done he cheated " you cheated on me loak?' you asked knowing the answer " baby yes I'm sorry I thought of you the whole time I said your whole fuckin name y.n " He yelled when he is the one that should be getting yelled at " LOAK AFTER EVERY I'VE DONE FOR YOU YOU GO OUT AND DO THIS AS IF I'VE DONE NOTHING" You yelled you walked out you weren't leaving him you needed space.

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Guilt guilt is what you thought when you found out you were pregnant you needed to reconcile with loak you needed to but you couldn't see him he should've never ever cheated on you, you needed him to apologize to you. You decided the least you could do was tell him and hope for the best you hop off of your ikran going to his family marui you open the makeshift door , you walk in to all eyes on except loaks ahem you clear your voice " I'm pregnant." You state and all eyes turn on loak but loak at you with widened eyes you walk out with your head dropped low not wanting to make eye contact with anyone else but you didn't know loak had followed you but you did when he tugged at your arm "what the fuc-" you spoke or tried to but you were interrupted with loaks words " I'm sorry day and night I think about what we should've been your the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me I cannot bear not being with you," he spoke with his ears flattened "Lo what you did to me wasn't right at all you hurt me and cut me like a knife I tried to make it right and avoid you but I can't I love you ," you say with tears as you press your forehead onto his 'Can I kiss you?' loak asks and you nod your head in agreement he pulls your face in and cups your cheeks in both hands he places his lips onto yours and grazes his tongue over your lips before sliding into your mouth before breaking the kiss he gives you a smirk. "loak don't do that ever please I was wrong leaving you alone to suffer but you were wrong to let's make it right for our baby " he nods and rubs your still flattened stomach .

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"Ready for our date baby?" Loak asks, you two promised each other to take each other out every week to keep your love going and growing " Yes dear I it will take awhile He keeps growing making my life harder each day" you giggle at what you said but you didn't get a response from loak next thing you know he's right beside you "He?? Baby we're having a boy omg little loak Jr omg" you stop and burst out laughing at the thought of little loak running around skipping and hopping on your marui pod loak takes you out finally you walk around the ocean to see bioluminescence everywhere he pulls out his hand for you too hold to get inside the water "loak were are we going?" You question, he doesn't answer and calls for his ilu your in awe as you arrive it was a secret no private cove hidden inside the forest part of the ocean you stood there mouth propped open you were taken from reality itself until a hand pulls you out of the trance he pulls you into the small pod he attacks your face with kisses he pulls yo both onto his ilu and you start moving as the ilus pace increases you hold on tighter. swimming in circles you feel the need to breath but you're having to much fun, but finally you two have to come up and you do so! " Loak I love you and your son to the end up time" you speak and he smiles as happy tears trail down his face " I love you ma itan I love you yawne" he says and you both kiss passionately before you both say ''oel ngati kaimie''

Hii hope you enjoyed it (: I can do another part if need be love you sweet dear

[superblysubpar]

I'm so emotional. That fight was VIVID. Like movie level, I am holding my breath, watching it happen and feeling everything. You're so talented Carol 💛

Idiots 🙄🙄🙄🙄

He appears at the top of the stairs when you open the Uber app, clearing his throat to get your attention. He's there in his sweats again, shirtless, tattoos shining under a layer of lotion rubbed into his skin. He tied his hair up, curly wet bun sloppily piled on top of his head, bangs fuzzily drying over his forehead.

The audacity of this man to look this fine and walk around with lotioned up bare skin when he's being such a boy and being all huffy 🙄

Your shoulders droop with how curt he’s being, not used to this sort of standoffish attitude. He didn’t even get this miffed when you shrugged off his suggestion to watch Lord of the Rings and sided with Steve to watch Almost Famous. You hadn’t seen it in years. 

Hehehehe Steve loving Almost Famous. I'm in love with both of these "old" men

"'Cause I don't like that -- I don't like hearing that you're out getting sloppy at parties. I don't like hearing that you're trying new shit just for fun when you're by yourself," his gaze is hard while he leans over the island, chain dangling down from his neck. 

"You told me you used to deal -- so c'mon loverboy, how many women did you have fuck you for drugs? If that's how to do it."

"Do you feel better?!" he asks, voice hoarse and deep, graveled with anger, "Do you feel better now, peach?! Did that help?! Do you feel fuckin' validated?"

These ^ three parts were just so visual to me. My chest started hurting, I heard them around me, saw them, I had tears in my eyes threatening to spill over by the time he yelled this last line.

"God peach, I -- I fucking love you. I'm in love with you," he breathes, like he's fully realizing it for himself, too, "I...shit, I think about you all the time. I go to sleep excited cause I know m'gonna see you the next day I...Jesus babe, I -- I love you."

Your lower lip wobbles again, "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he nods, sighing weakly, "I knew when we got you your glasses. I knew -- I think I knew from the start. And I'm scared cause I -- I don't love people like this a lot."

"Just Steve," you sniffle with a watery laugh. He lets out a chuckle, reaching out to pull you close to him by the waist.

"Steve's different," he shrugs, "M'never gonna love anyone like Steve." 

"You're my girl, right?" he asks into the top of your head. You nod into his chest, his hand reaching up to caress over your hair.

"Are you mine?" you ask into his shirt.

"Yeah," he smirks into a low laugh, "Yeah, I'm your girl."

agitated from the shadows, can i take it all back? (older!modern!eddie)

part seven of however many. orange colored sky set list summary: things simmer in the summer, and as it comes closer to a close, whatever is lying beneath comes to the surface. and it's more than eddie bargained for.

tw: 18+ minors dni. this series is about an age gap relationship (reader is in late 20s/early 30s, eddie is in late 30s early 40s. they're around 12 years apart), arguing/yelling, references to drug use, references to smut, references to domestic violence. songspiration: episode | gallant (this is one of my favorite songs of all time so i recommend listening)

Eddie was always a little sad when Steve left after visiting, but his heart was beating fast in his chest when he hugged him goodbye. Getting Harrington's seal of approval was all he needed to hear. "Keep her around Munson. She's special, you're not gonna top her." "Oh Steve, my guy..." "I'm topping her all the time."

He couln't help the swell in his chest when you both first met, like you'd known each other for years without trying. He even got a little jealous when the night's you'd stayed over, Steve would spend his time deep in conversation with you. You'd trudge upstairs long after Ed had gone to sleep, learning more about him through Steve than he'd told you himself. You guess Steve would know better than anyone else.

You tried to make yourself scarce though, leaving them to their own devices. You knew they had traditions and plans, they spent a couple days out in the Hamptons to say high to another friend. And that was fine, you had other things to catch up on. Work, bills, the world around you that wasn't in a haze of Eddie Munson. You had to cancel a night to see him play at Rockwood Music Hall with Steve when you were too hung over from a birthday party. You hadn't seen that group of friends since college -- it would be stupid to sit at home just because the guy you were seeing was busy. He wasn't even your boyfriend. After a fortnight of semi seeing each other for finally had a night alone. He treated you to drinks at a bar between your respective places. The night was humid, air thick while you both sat otuside sipping your final glasses of wine and stealing bites off each other's plates. You decide to walk back to his place, following the walkway next to the bypass through central Brooklyn. You split a cigarette, talking about the rest of his trip -- you talk about work and the dramatic break up of two of your friends. He lives for the gossip.

He lights another cigarette while you both turn down the top of the street from the parkway. Right at the rotary where you both got caught in the rain on your first date. The street is pretty bare outside of a few cars coming down and around, families normally don't like to hang out too late. All the restauarants were closed for the night. The orangey streetlights glow over the sidewalk, competing with the lighting from the grocery store's red and blue signage, the neons from darkened bakeries and bars. You peer into the windows of apartments that are too high above you for anything discernable outside of a plant or nice light fixture.

"Oh," he starts, letting the smoke out from his first drag, "How was your friend's party? All I heard about was your hang over."

You smile to yourself, "It was fun, got a little too fucked up -- which you heard all about -- but I had a good time. Probably shouldn't have gotten so drunk and then tried coke for funsies -- that was a choice."

"Hm?" he asks, his brows raise while his head turns towards you fast, "What was that?"

"Oh, I didn't tell you? Yeah, I tried coke," your voice is casual when you tell him, like it's not a big deal. You shrug and your nose scrunches, "Probably don't see myself doing it again though."

"Probably don't?" he asks, nodding slowly while you both make your way further down the street to his apartment. He pulls another drag, letting the smoke out before tucking his lips into his teeth.

"Yeah I just -- I dunno," you shrug, "Didn't really love it. It was whatever."

"Y'shouldn't be doin' that shit, peach," he mumbles, "'Specially if I'm not around."

Your brows quirk when he flicks the finished cigarette into the street, "Excuse me?"

"Just..." he sighs, eyes rolling while he considers whether it's worth the fight, "Forget it. S'fine." You're both silent while you make it up the stairs to his apartment, he seems unenthusiastic about you being here this time around. Deflated. You both kick off your shoes at the doorway before heading inside, putting your bag on the entry way table behind the bowl where he puts his keys and wallet. He pulls off his shirt while making his way to the metal spiral staircase, not even tossing you a glance while he heads upstairs. "You comin' back down?" you ask, wondering if you should follow. "Mhm," he nods, "Just changin', gonna shower."

"Can I..." but you trail off, not wanting to invite yourself -- uncomfortable in the silence. In the way he doesn't look at you, in the way he feels far away. The sound of the bathroom door closing puts a weight in your belly, your heart thrums, heat rises on the back of your neck. You settle in on the couch, the steady hum from the central air makes your eyelids heavy -- it was already a late night. You scroll on your phone, listening while the water hits the shower floor up stairs, wishing he'd invited you up. You feel sticky from the heat outside, from the bar air, from the beer someone spilled on your legs. Maybe you should just go. He appears at the top of the stairs when you open the Uber app, clearing his throat to get your attention. He's there in his sweats again, shirtless, tattoos shining under a layer of lotion rubbed into his skin. He tied his hair up, curly wet bun sloppily piled on top of his head, bangs fuzzily drying over his forehead.

"You can hop in if you want," he says, making his way down, "I left a towel by the sink for you. I um, I got that facewash you like -- that one you told me about. It's in the shower already, next to your loofah."

"Oh," your heart flutters a little, voice still meek and quiet. He still doesn't look at you. You exit the app, clicking your phone to sleep before standing up to make it to the stairs, "Thanks...thank you." He shrugs his shoulders when he looks over at you as if to say 'don't mention it'. He barely looks at you when you head up stairs, busying himself by filling up a silver REI canteen by the sink.

He did leave a towel, as well as a change of clothes. At least you knew he wanted you to spend the night. It's not like he'd let you leave the house this late anyway, you roll your eyes at yourself when you think about booking an Uber moments before.

You take your time, letting the hot water pour over you and calm your tense shoulders. Washing away the stickiness in your chest and on your skin. You scrub your face of any remaining makeup that had melted off on the walk home -- happy to not be using whatever random cleanser he got, trying to pretend he knew anything about skin care before you came along.

Some time had passed by the time you finished, padding down the stairs to see he’d pulled on a shirt. His hair hung in frizzy curls down to his collarbone again, drops of water during the worn black fabric blacker. He’s still in the kitchen, emptying the dishwasher with tight shoulders and furrowed brows like he’s thinking about something. “Thanks for the jammies,” you chirp, sitting at the island on your designated barstool. “Yup,” he says, not turning to see you – very interested in the glassware he’s holding instead. Your shoulders droop with how curt he’s being, not used to this sort of standoffish attitude. He didn’t even get this miffed when you shrugged off his suggestion to watch Lord of the Rings and sided with Steve to watch Almost Famous. You hadn’t seen it in years. 

“You okay?” you ask, his shoulders tense. “Yeah baby, I’m okay,” he says, but he shuts the dishwasher a little too hard for that to be true. 

“You don’t seem okay.” 

“I’m fine.” 

“Is this about the party?”

“I said I’m fine, peach,” he repeats. 

“I mean, it’s just a party Ed, it’s like – people go to parties –” 

“I said I’m fine.” He looks at you for the first time since you got in the house. It’s pointed, accusatory, and as much as you wish it didn’t, you immediately get defensive. 

“Wait -– ” you let out a bitter laugh, “Are you mad about the coke? Seriously?” 

“Drop it,” he says lowly, “Let’s not –” 

“Are you seriously upset because I did coke at a party and you weren’t there?” you’re incredulous, “You? Eddie ‘Can’t Remember Berlin’ Munson?” 

“Stop, just forget it–” 

“No, let’s not stop – let’s not drop it. What’s your problem with me going out and enjoying myself? You mad I’m having fun without you?”  “It’s not about you going out and enjoying yourself. That’s not what it is.”

“Then what is it? What is it about me going to that party that’s got you so pissed off?” "'Cause I don't like that -- I don't like hearing that you're out getting sloppy at parties. I don't like hearing that you're trying new shit just for fun when you're by yourself," his gaze is hard while he leans over the island, chain dangling down from his neck. "I'm not by myself, I'm with my friends," you argue back, "Jesus Christ, Ed, I'm almost thirty years old."

"Coulda fuckin' fooled me," he snaps.

"Oh I forgot, you know everything. You've been there, done that. You know so much better than me, don't you?" your sarcasm makes him bite his tongue, anger teasing down his back in a blaze. Eddie hates that he has a short fuse -- he doesn't want to have one with you.

"Who'd you even get it from?" he asks, "Did you know 'em? Did you know if it was clean? Did they test it?" "Do you always know where your drugs are coming from?" you counter back. "Yeah, peach," he says with a nod, "I fucking do. I always know. God, it's like you think you're fuckin' invincible or some shit. I swear --" "I know who I got it from, it was clean -- the guy's loaded," you explain, face hot with frustration, "Can't imagine he's out there passing out fake stuff." The guy's loaded. So it was a guy -- Ed feels sick in a way that he hasn't in years. What was some guy doing telling you to try his shit? How drunk were you? Did you think he was cute? Rich guy? Did he try to pull one over on you? "How much did you pay for it?" he asks, crossing his arms. "What?"

"I wanna know if this guy scammed you, how much did you pay?"

"I didn't," you shrug. Eddie gets quiet, jaw clenching when you mention you got drugs on the house. He only knows one way that that's possible and it makes a rage in him bubble that he tries so hard to contain. His tongue runs over his teeth, trying to choose his words carefully. "You didn't pay for it?" he asks, the question clipped and tight. "No," you shrug innocently. "Did you fuck 'im?" "Wh-what?" the question punches out of you in shock. Why would he ever ask that? Why would he ever assume that? "You heard what I said," he bites, "Did. You. Fuck. Him?"

"No, I didn't fuck him," you hiss back angrily, "Why would you ever ask me that?"

"Can't think of another way to get drugs for free," he challenges back, "Did'ja suck him off? You're always tellin' me how good you are at it -- did you give him a fuckin' show?"

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" you get up off the barstool, posture matching his with your arms crossed tight around your chest.

"I'm just asking you a question," he repeats, his shoulders raising up and down in big breaths. "And I answered -- I didn't fuck him for free drugs," your head ticks to the side, "Sorry, not all of us have read the Eddie Munson doctrine."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm just saying that I didn't do what you would've done." Your smart smirk when you finish your sentence makes him dig his nails into his biceps, a reminder to keep his hands to himself -- to calm down. This isn't about the drugs or the guy that gave them to you -- but he doesn't like that this is how you see him. Someone whose reckless and careless, someone who uses people to get what he wants. "Who do you think you are?" he snaps, "Huh? You don't know what you're talking about."

"If the first thing you think when I say I got drugs for free is that I fucked for them, then it's pretty clear that's how you go about your own business. How many people have you fucked for drugs?" you ask, "Actually, a better question would probably be how many people have fucked you for them?" "You told me you used to deal -- so c'mon loverboy, how many women did you have fuck you for drugs? If that's how to do it." Eddie shakes his head, eyes shut and jaw tense, taking a shaky deep breath through his nose and out through his mouth, "I never had anyone fuck me for drugs."

"So why would I have done it? Why do you always assume I'm doing something wrong? Why do you always expect me to act like I know what you know all the time? And better yet -- why does it even FUCKING matter?!" your voice grows higher and louder with each question, watching him get more and more frustrated while you continue, "Why does it even matter when you don't commit anyway? Maybe you're fucking around!" "I'm not -- ugh -- I'm not fucking around, peach!" he snaps back, chucking his water bottle hard into the sink with a loud clang. "Nice, Ed," you nod, arms crossing tighter around you, "Real nice -- what, you gonna hit me? That what's next on your list? Really put me in my place? Sounds so fucking familiar, I wonder where I heard it bef--" "SHUT UP." His voice booms through the kitchen, making you flinch. "Don't you EVER say that shit to me," he bellows, finger pointing directly in your face from across the island, "Don't you EVER make that comparison." You stand there, chewing on the inside of your cheek while he yells. "Do you feel better?!" he asks, voice hoarse and deep, graveled with anger, "Do you feel better now, peach?! Did that help?! Do you feel fuckin' validated?" He watches you shake your head no, tears starting to pool in your eyes. They look up at him, glassy and wet, threatening to spill over onto your cheeks. He takes a deep breath, chest sinking when he sees the way you look at him -- silenced and quiet now, because he scared you. Because he's scary -- and that's why he shouldn't be with anyone, that's why it's too much to feel this way about someone. You wipe at your cheeks when the tears spill out, a few whimpers coming from you when you start to cry from how he yelled. From how you don't really know what you're both fighting about, but you both really know and it's terrifying. "Don't -- no baby, I'm sorry, don't cry," he says, his own breath shuddering, "I didn't mean to yell, I'm sorry. I won't -- I won't ever raise my voice at you like that." He rounds the corner of the island, coming to meet you on the other side with extended arms. His hands find their way to your cheeks, thumbs brushing away the tears gathering at your lash line, "I'm so sorry, I won't ever yell like that again. I promise. I -- I'm -- there's no excuse for that." He leans forward to leave a soft kiss on your forehead and the tip of your nose, "I'm sorry."

"That's - sniffle - not what I need you t-to be sorry f-for," you stutter out. He frowns back at you and nods. "I -- peach I just get worried, that's all," he confesses, "I don't really think you went and slept with that guy I just --"

He swallows, thinking about the words he wants to say. His hands drop from your cheeks to pull you in to him. He settles on the barstool, pulling you close to stand between his legs like he has before. "I don't wanna not hear from you for a week only to like, get a text or call from your sister that something bad happened," he says, his dark brown eyes getting as glassy as yours the more he thinks about it. "I know you're an adult, I know you can take care of yourself and that you're safe," he assures, "I promise, I know. I'm just scared." "What're you scared of?" you ask. "Losin' you," he shrugs, "To y'know, addiction or whatever -- or worse. I don't wanna lose you -- I really like having you around. Your -- you've added so much to my life in such a short period of time and I -- I don't know, peach. I think since Steve's wife I just -- It's something I think about." "You being scared doesn't give you the right to accuse me of sleeping around," your face hasn't softened at his explanation, not letting him get away with being an asshole. He likes that about you -- you don't take his shit, "It doesn't give you the right to talk down to me like I don't know what the fuck I'm doing."

"I know," he nods, "That was unfair." "I think you're just trying to find reasons to make me seem not worth it," you let out without waiver, "Even if you have to make them up."

"No," his brows furrow, "No, you're so worth it. Why would you say that?" "You were so quick to accuse me of some wild shit," you scoff, "It's like you're trying to fight with yourself about it. About how you feel and like -- maybe that lady from the bar a while ago was right. Maybe I have been just for fun for you. You got to play house with me, you got to see what a relationship is like for fun and now you can ruin it cause you're over it. Or you're bored." "No -- " he starts, heart thrumming in his chest, throat getting tight, "Peach that's not it at al--" "It seems like it --" "Did you not just hear what I said about losing y--" "I don't wanna hear it, it's just bullsh--" "Baby, I'm trying to be honest with y--" "This is starting to feel like a shitty game that you're trying t--" "I love you." You stop talking at the slight raise in his voice, the weight of the sentence hanging over the both of you in the kitchen. "God peach, I -- I fucking love you. I'm in love with you," he breathes, like he's fully realizing it for himself, too, "I...shit, I think about you all the time. I go to sleep excited cause I know m'gonna see you the next day I...Jesus babe, I -- I love you." Your lower lip wobbles again, "Yeah?" "Yeah," he nods, sighing weakly, "I knew when we got you your glasses. I knew -- I think I knew from the start. And I'm scared cause I -- I don't love people like this a lot." "Just Steve," you sniffle with a watery laugh. He lets out a chuckle, reaching out to pull you close to him by the waist. "Steve's different," he shrugs, "M'never gonna love anyone like Steve."

"I'm sorry for what I said," he reaches up again, running the pad of his thumb over your lower lip, "I'm sorry for yelling." "I'm sorry, too," you match him, hand reaching up to run your fingers through his bangs, pushing them away from his forehead to kiss it. His eyes shut closed at the soft touch, feeling you step close to him while his face rests on your chest. "I..that was fucked up of me to bring up your dad," you shake your head, "I was just angry I -- I'm so sorry." "It's okay," he mumbles, wrapping his arms around you. He rests his chin on your breasts, looking up at you, "I -- I've done a lot of work to not end up like him. Sometimes it still gets the better of me." "But I need you to know something," his face is soft but serious, "I will never put my hands on you, ever." "Okay," you nod, giving him another kiss on the bridge of his nose. "Only if you ask," he smirks, "Only if you want me to. If we're doing that." You both giggle in that way that couples do when they're being gross, holding each other on the barstool. Silence carries over you when the giggle runs out, both of you exhausted from the night -- from fighting. "I love you, too," you whisper down to him. "Thank god, cause I was really nervous that I just sort of let it all out there for nothing," he whispers back. He stands up, still wrapped up in you, offering you gentle kisses. He holds you there for a minute, you hold each other -- he realizes how tender he is with you. How you pull all of this tenderness out of him. "You're my girl, right?" he asks into the top of your head. You nod into his chest, his hand reaching up to caress over your hair. "Are you mine?" you ask into his shirt. "Yeah," he smirks into a low laugh, "Yeah, I'm your girl." "Can we go to bed?" sleepiness coats the question, a neediness lacing your voice. "Mhm." He leads you up the stairs, calling to his Google home to turn the lights off when you both make it to the top. He got a new candle for his room, something with oud in it. Woody, deep, musky. Ahead of the season. You slip into bed at the same time, leaving your phone on the side table while he slips his glasses on to check something on his. You watch him with his bedside lamp illuminating him from behind. It catches on the frizz in his wavy curls, tied up in ponytail. It bleeds over the slop of his nose and the whites of his eyes. He catches you when he puts his phone to the side, smiling. "What're you lookin' at?" he asks, slipping his glasses off and click out the light. "You just look handsome," you shrug. He murmurs a thank you before dipping down to kiss you when he slides under the covers. For the first time in forever he doesn't want to have sex after a fight -- it almost feels cheap. Like it's a cover -- like he's not really sorry, like he didn't mean all the things he said. "Night, pretty." He pulls you into him when you settle in, your back pressed up against his chest, "I love you." "I love you," you say back, eyes closed, encased in his arms. He's never held someone so tight to him. Not since Chicago.

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[carmenized-onions]

I just have to tell you, I am IN LOVE with your series. I could not possibly love it more. I have to have some medical stuff done rn that’s causing me serious anxiety, and your incredible chapters are getting me through it. I love the way you write Y/N — like they feel really deeply and beautifully real — and there is just such a beautiful, melancholy, hopeful tone to the whole thing. It’s so fucking good and it’s really helping me right now, more than you could possibly know. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!

Oh baby, I'm right there with you (I've had my medical shit sorted in the last two weeks thankfully), but I am now in the performance anxiety crisis that is entering a new city and starting a new job. So brothers in fuckin' arms baby.

It really really really means a lot to hear, especially, because of that. Nothin' makes you feel better than helping!!! You're gonna get fuckin' through this. AND I LOVE TO HEAR THAT PERSPECTIVE ON MY WRITING I'M GONNA FUCKIN TATTOO THAT ON MY FOREHEAD. Melancholy hopeful :))

We're gonna fuckin' survive, even if it kills us!!! Thank you for sendin' me such a sweet message, I hope you continue to enjoy my silly little tony, they're a diamond in the rough of my brain-- And they are real because it's honestly mostly just my own brain HA

[indouloureux]

hi mama! are requests open again? if not ignore this but if they are:

i’m thinking of eddie w calling his gf mommy/mama and being all needy and maybe he goes into subspace and then some sweet cute aftercare.

-🦷

hey baby!! yes requests are open (but only for a bit <;3)

18+ mdni. cw: oral (m), blowjobs, cum eating, mommy kink, overstimulation, ball play, degradation (whore) aftercare. fem!reader

"h-holy fucking shit,"

eddie's moans are loud, almost pornographic, with the way your mouth sinks and your head bobs fast and unstoppable on his very sensitive cock. he's lost count of how many times you'd made him cum, and honestly, he couldn't find it himself to complain.

just because having his cock sucked by you was practically better than heaven and hell itself.

your left hand splays just on the skin adjacent to where the tush of his coarse curls rest above his girthy dick, right in the middle where the inked bat wings spread across his v-line. the head sinks down to your throat, and you swallow, his salty taste of precum and your spit being consumed. eddie yelps, his hands on your hair clenching.

"shit- yes. yes, mommy," he lets out a blissful laugh, and it makes you smile around his length. your vacant hand tugs and fondles with his sack, heavy with cum and clenching tightly as he nears his orgasm. you look up to see his eyes rolling to the back of his head, placing the bats on his hairy arms over his eyelids. "god- your mouth feels so amazing."

you discard your mouth from his aching cock, finger tracing the bulging vein from the bottom of his shaft up to beneath his almost red tip, to which you grant his slit with the flick of your tongue that makes his thighs shake. "oh, i know you do. you're such a whore for my mouth, aren't you? going out with your little friends and- oh fuck- just going on and on about how i kept on talking so much about this and that but look at you, crying for me. i wonder what they'll think knowing their precious dungeon master's all putty for some girl."

he whines in disdain. "fuuuck, mama. you're gonna make me cum,"

"fuuuck," you mock him, laughing sardonically when your hand comes up to jerk him off, flicking your wrist to squeeze at his head before it applies pressure to his shaft when you move down. "go ahead and cum for mommy, think you can do that?"

eddie nods. "mhm, y-yeah. yeah- fuckin' ozzy- i can do that for mommy. 've been a good boy,"

he cums a minute later despite his cries because fuck — your mouth was pleasure; hellfire with your searing tongue bringing him close. he cums in your mouth, and eddie sees stars.

his vision then goes white before it reels into a void. he thinks he might have passed out, but when he feels your gentle hand caress his face and a half panicked voice that brings him back to life, he's resurrected.

"oh, jesus," you laugh worriedly, placing your hand on his bare chest. "thought i might have killed you, eddie."

"you definitely did," he pants, eyes droopy.

"gonna take care of you now, 'kay baby? i put your boxers back on when you passed out and was able to get some water," you reach for the glass on the table. then he sees you pick up a wet rag that you placed beside his leg. "gonna clean you up now, yeah?"

eddie nods.

you press kisses to the purple bruises you left on his chest, caress the scratches you painted on his alabaster skin as you wipe the sticky substance away from his thighs and his sex. eddie sighs, body going lax on his lumpy bed.

and once you're done, eddie pulls you to his chest, placing your head right where his heart was.

"sorry i was mean to you earlier, mama," he whispers. "guess i was just kind of out of it, babe."

"but honestly," you turn, resting your chin on top of the tattooed spider. "if i get to punish you like that and have you moaning like some fuckin' pornstar, i'd let you talk shit about me, baby."

eddie laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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