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Hello friend! I'm here on a Pedro Scout Asknado mission. 🫡😘

What's your dream date with your dream Pedro character?

Getaway

Pairing: Joel Miller (no!outbreak Joel)

Word Count: 564

Summary: You and Joel enjoy every minute of your vacation.

Author's Note: Thank you so much my sweet friend! What a fun ask! I took this as more of a getaway than a date because one date just wouldn't be enough and the beach really is my favorite (a dream!) and I think I read somewhere Pedro loves it too- so we'll just pretend Joel does as well haha! It was hard to leave Javi behind but Joel is my #1. Thank you again and I hope it's cool I wrote a little blurb for it! Just had me thinking how nice it would be to have this time with him! Have a lovely weekend! Hugs and love! ❤️❤️❤️Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: Soft, sweet and fun fluff, little spicy bits too! :)

“Are you almost rea…?”

You walk out of the bedroom just as his words trail off and dissolve into a low rumble.

“Darlin’.”

“What?” you ask. “I’m ready! Let’s go! The beach awaits!”

He groans and grinds his teeth. “Let’s skip the beach.”

With two long strides he meets you in the hallway and wraps you in his arms. He steps back until he has you pinned along the wall, his lips hovering above yours and his body pressed close.

“No way!” you say. “You’ve been waiting for the beach all year.”

“Are you gonna be wearing these the whole vacation?” he whispers against your lips as his finger slips under the flimsy strap of your sundress.

“I have a few with me…”

His eyes close with a pained expression and his hand slides down your arm to grab your waist. The press of his hips to yours shows you exactly what he’s thinking and you nibble his bottom lip before soothing it with a kiss.

You take his hand and slip from his grasp. “Come on!”

He follows you with a pout, his curls falling in front of his face and framing his soft brown eyes.

“Joel?” you ask when you feel him staring.

“Hm?” he says, clearly distracted and staring at your ass.

You tsk lightly and continue setting down the blanket.

“I could use some help you know.”

“I’m enjoying the view,” he murmurs.

“The ocean is beautiful,” you counter.

He chuckles and leans forward, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you down into his lap.

“What’s beautiful is your ass in that bathing suit darlin’.”

“I thought it was the sundresses that drive you crazy,” you tease.

He gathers you closer and slides his hand over your ass, his gaze growing more heated.

“It’s you. You drive me crazy darlin’.”

“You’re not holding back are you, Mr. Miller?” you whisper, staring greedily at his mouth.

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that Mrs. Miller, I’m going to have to drag you back to the beach house.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat?”

You flatten your palms on his chest and stand.

“Where do you think you’re goin’?” he calls.

“For a swim!”

You wade out into the warm water and turn, watching your husband approach. He dives under the water before you can get your fill but when he breaks the surface again and droplets glisten along his tan skin, your breath catches.

He reaches you and takes you in his arms.

“You’re stunning,” he whispers letting his eyes follow the trail of a drop of water as it travels down your neck and into your cleavage.

“I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

You kiss his neck, his skin warm and salty and then run your hands through his wet and slicked back hair.

“I’m not sure I can take much more of this,” he murmurs, catching your lips as they pass his. “I think it’s time for a beach break.”

“Like I’ll ever say no to you.”

Tenderness sweeps through his intense expression and your fingers continue to smooth over his damp skin, the droplets of water on his shoulders tickling your fingertips.

“I’m one lucky son of bitch, aren’t I, darlin’?”

“We both are,” you answer and curl your fingers into his dark hair to pull him in for a kiss.

[nurse-floyd]

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Oh Viv...this is PURE absolute filth and you are 100% to blame haha!

Warnings: pure pure smut, pegging.

Max was pissed. You could hear it in the way his voice sounded when he let his engineer know his car was actually on fire. Couldn’t miss it in the way he stomped out of the car and ripped his helmet and balaclava off and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. You wanted nothing more than to run to his side, hug him and tell him it was okay. But, he still had a job to do, a race to watch and a debrief to attend. Later that night, you’d just have to show him just how much you loved him and give him a reason not to write the whole day off as a shit show. 

“Hey Maxie,” you knew he loved it when you called him that, “come here,” you said softly as you held your arms out toward him. 

The weight was still heavy in his shoulders as he practically fell into your arms, his head resting on your shoulder. You knew Max inside and out and could see he was still beating himself up, despite it not being his fault. 

Yeah…tonight was going to be all about him. You were going to remind him of his worth, why Max Verstappen deserved to be called world champion. It was going to be a night to erase the day he’d had. 

Max dragged his feet as he moved across the hotel room and sat on the edge of the bed, his shoulders sagging as he let out a long sigh. You followed him and climbed on the bed behind him and wrapped your arms around his chest. You could feel his frustration as you gently massaged his shoulders, stroked his hair and offered him comfort. 

“You’ll get them next time,” you whispered in his ear,” that ended with you nipping at his ear. 

He leaned his head back, his eyes closed as he let out a groan. You could tell it was working, could feel him relaxing as his body sagged against your chest and you knew it was time to take things further. With your free hand, you ran it down his chest and stomach before you teased at the waistband of his jeans. It had the desired effect as you saw the bulge in his pants grow at your touch. 

“Let me take care of you tonight,” you murmured, your hot breath tickling his ears. “Just relax baby, let me take away all that frustration. Make you feel good.” 

You stood on your knees and made an attempt to unbuckle his belt, it was difficult from the angle but he gladly helped. As soon as the belt was off and the button and zipper were undone, you slipped your hands beneath the waistband of his boxers and wrapped your fingers around his hardening cock. 

Max gasped at the contact, letting out a hiss as his eyes fluttered closed at the pleasure that shot through him. You started slowly, your movements gently as you teased him, knowing exactly how to drive him crazy. 

“That’s it sweetheart,” you growled softly in his ear, “you might not have won today, but we're definitely going to make up for it tonight.” 

You could feel just how much he was enjoying it as you watched his chest rise and fall quicker as his breathing picked up. This was only the beginning though. He groaned as you released your grip on his cock and stood up from the bed. He watched as you slipped out of your own clothes, revealing the lacy lingerie set you knew he loved. Regardless of whether he won or lost you knew you’d be having sex with him that night, so you were prepared. 

“Got a surprise for you tonight, baby,” you said as you retrieved a strap-on hardness, lube and a pink dildo from your luggage. The perks of traveling on a private jet…no TSA. You strapped it on, watching as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed. The sight of you taking control with the bright pink dildo strapped around your waist had his cock twitching all over again. 

“Get undressed for me, Max. I’m going to take charge tonight. Give you just what you need,” your eyes darkened a little, you loved watching him like this, all submissive. “I’m going to fuck you Max, peg you hard and remind you just how fucking special you are.” 

Max didn’t have to be told twice. He pulled his top off, revealing his toned abs and shrugged his jeans and boxers all the way off, throwing them to the side. He was putty in your hands. 

You made a move to where he stood, completely naked and pushed him backwards onto the bed. Max’s breath caught in his throat as you joined him, straddling his waist and positioning yourself between his legs. 

“Like the view?” you teased, seeing the way he was staring at you, chest heaving as he focussed on the bright pink dildo. “You’re going to let me take care of you tonight. Take my cock like the good boy I know you are.” 

He nodded, licking his dry lips. You leaned down, capturing his lips with your own, deepening the kiss as your tongue dipped into his mouth. You gripped his hard and swollen cock and gave it a few tugs as you stroked it in time with your kisses. 

“I want you nice and hard for this, baby,” you whispered into his ear with another nip before you sat up and positioned the head of the dildo at Max’s entrance. With a gentle but firm push, you entered the tip of the dildo, pausing for a moment for him to get used to the stretch. 

“Such a good boy for me,” you groaned, as you looked at his face, wanting to savor the pure bliss of his expression. “So tight for me.” 

Slowly, you pushed in further and let him adjust to the girth a little longer before you began to slowly move your hips in a steady rhythm. Max’s eyes closed, his mouth open as he became lost in the sensation. The bliss was heightened further when you leaned down, angling the dildo just right as you kissed and nibbled at his neck. 

“You like taking my cock like that, baby?” 

“Fuck…yes,” he moaned as he moved his head back, expposing his neck for you further. 

His response only encouraged you further as you increased the pace of your thrusts, sliding the dildo in and out of his tight hole. Your hand joined in as he wrapped around his cock, stroking him in time with your thrusts. 

“Cum for me, baby,” you urged, “want to feel you tighten around my cock as you explode.” 

Those were all the words he needed to hear, the angle of the dildo and the strokes on his cock were enough to send him over the edge as he cried out, his body arching as the waves of pleasure washed over him and he released himself. 

He collapsed back on the bed, chest heaving as you pulled out from him. You lay down beside him, tracing patterns on his chest as he calmed down. 

“That was incredible,” Max murmured, his voice hoarse from the night's activities, “I needed that.” 

“Anything for my man,” you replied. 

As you lay side by side, Max forgot about the frustrations of the day. He knew he’d make it up next time. For now he was content to just lay with you and enjoy what the rest of the night had in store.

[gutterfuuck]

you have literally infiltrated my brain with bff mark it’s not even funny 😭😭 where tf is my childhood best friend who is literally obsessed with me, thinks we’re soulmates, will scare off anybody who gets too close to me, and thinks he absolutely knows what’s best for me?? like??? helloooo??

-🎀

bowtiful anon!! i see your ask and i raise you this:

“KNEESOCKS”

“when you know who’s calling even though the number is blocked—!”

mark finds out you have found out that you have a creepy stalker.

cw: MDNI!!!, more bff!mark, somno (making out), religious themes(?), worship, short drabble, reader knows mark is invincible but not essential to story.

side note that has nothing to do with this story whatsoever: mark would most definitely pick out your outfit for the day and look over at you with lovey eyes as he lets you try his ice cream, feeding you with the spoon… idk just an idea haha

you had a stalker.

you knew you had a stalker, there was no way you were going crazy. messages would flood your phone at night time, every time you would block one number another would pop up. this was getting scary.

3am, saturday morning. your messenger app started to blow up.

ding.

— you’re like a god to me, you’re my saviour.

ding.

— i need you so bad it’s driving me insane.

ding. ding, ding, ding-

you had enough. you put your phone on do not disturb, going straight to your phone book app and flicking through your recently called until you saw mark’s name, pressing the screen and listening to the dialling sounds of your phone, waiting for the ‘calling…’ under his name to turn into ‘0:00’ to signify that he had picked up.

“y/n..?”

yes.

“mark? oh- mark it’s horrible i’m- please can you just come over..! i’ll tell you when im-“

tick, tick, tick.

your head shot over to your window, getting up off of your bed and opening your curtains to see your best friend floating outside the glass, concern plastered on his face as you quickly scrambled to open the latch, pulling open the window and grabbing onto his hand to bring him inside. you threw your arms around his shoulders and planted your face in his chest with a sob, his arms wrapping around you like a safe cocoon, stroking the back of your head and shushing you.

“what’s wrong? jesus christ, you’re not hurt are you?” he asks, pulling away from you for a minute to observe your shaking figure. you shook your head, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your pajama top. “i think- i think i have a s-..stalker-!” you squeaked out, struggling to admit your fear to him. his face contorted in anger, jaw clenched and teeth gritting, “what? wait, who, do you know who!?” he questioned, eyebrows furrowing when you shook your head. “i’ll find them, y/n. i promise- i’ll get on it first thing in the morning.” he reassured you, guiding you over to sit on your bed and swiping his thumbs under your eyes, wiping away your tears.

“please stay with me…” you said in between little sobs, getting back under your covers and resting your head on your pillow. mark nodded, of course he would, leaving you was out of the question. “i’m not going anywhere. i’ll kill whoever they are.” he laid next to you on top of the covers, eyes fixed on you as you thanked him, wished him a good night and slowly slipped back into sleep, smiling before you lost yourself in dreams again.

4:30am.

mark never took his eyes off of you, watching as your chest raised up and down as you lightly snored, cutely even. you looked so peaceful like this, you had yourself out with your little sobs. he placed his hand on your cheek, leaning in to plant a kiss on your open mouth. “i’ll keep you safe forever,” he whispered, head pressed against yours. “you don’t ever have to be scared, not when i’m here.” he continued, tongue sliding between and past your lips. you mewled in your sleep, tongue moving involuntarily against his own. mark pulled away, tugging down the covers and observing your thin pajama jumper, your nipples hardening underneath the material. he wanted to suck on them, leave wet patches on your shirt from wetting them through the material. you were a heavy sleeper, mark knew that all too well.

“you’re my muse,” he breathed, hands tracing over your sleeping body with messy desperation, “you saved me, so i’ll save you… saved me like-… a god..” he finished, looking down on you beneath him.

“i’ll keep you safe from everything apart from me.”

[runningfrom2am]

Hiii if it’s okay, can I request a jj x pogue!reader? Where they are in a secret relationship.. but right before a kegger they get into a fight and ignore each other, then a girl starts flirting with jj and he fake flirts back to make the Pogues not suspicious about your relationship but reader gets insecure and thinks jj is honest with his flirting and she gets upset, walks away idk, you can think of the ending haha hope this makes sense 😊

okay YES i love this so much omg.

tysm for sending this to me! i'm honoured that you trusted me with this and i hope it's what you pictured!

requests are open! send me something here.

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proving a point - (j.m)

pairing: jj x pogue!reader

warnings/tags: strong language, alcohol consumption/abuse, established (secret) relationship, that's p much it??

wc: 1.9k

"Christ, JJ! Since when do you give a shit how much I drink? At an actual party?" You yell, dropping your hands from where they were rubbing the sides of your head in frustration.

"Since I had to drag you out of the driver's seat of your shitty car that's hardly drivable in the best of times! Fuck, like, I just don't want you to kill yourself or get arrested if I'm not babysitting you for five fucking seconds! I don't think I'm being crazy, here!" Your boyfriend shouts back, leaving you both staring at each other in his messy and quiet living room.

You scoff, shaking your head and crossing your arms over your chest. "Why's it matter to you so much anyways? Not like we have any points to prove, right? God forbid we show our friends we care about each other- that we love each other. That would just be too much, wouldn't it?"

JJ rolls his eyes, taking off his hat and turning it back the way he always does when he's about to do something risky, in the way that usually makes your heart skip a beat. This time it just makes your anger spike. "You're right. Fuck it. I'll mind my business, you black out and drive into a tree. Hit another car and kill the driver. See if I give a fuck."

"I'm not gonna drive to the boneyard, JJ. You're so fucking dense sometimes- seriously! John B is driving all of us, do you actually think I'm stupid enough to steal the Twinkie?" You retort, gesturing with one arm in the general direction of where John B's house is.

"Sometimes, yeah!" JJ laughs dryly, nodding at you.

"Oh, right. Gotcha." You nod sarcastically. "Is that why we can't tell them? Are you embarrassed because your girlfriend is stupid and gets drunk at parties? Please- I'd love to know."

"That's not why and you know it, Y/N." JJ rolls his eyes, pacing the living room now.

"Whatever you say. I'll see you tonight." You mumble, heading for the door and slamming it behind you.

You trudge your way out to your car and drive off, fighting back the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. He didn't mean that. He couldn't have.

By the time John B arrives with the rest of your friends to pick you up on the way to the boneyard, you've managed to down three drinks to get a good buzz going before you have to see JJ again. Putting on your brave face as you close your front door behind you, you smile as you approach the van, and the back door slides open, revealing Pope and Kie in the back.

"Y/N!" Kie grins, moving over to give you some room.

"Hey, guys!" You smile, closing the door behind you as John B is already peeling out. You steady the drink in your hand, making very brief eye contact with JJ over his shoulder in the passenger seat. His eyes landing on the drink in your hand don't go unnoticed as Kie and Pope continue the conversation you were assuming they were having before you jumped in.

It isn't long after you arrive that there are kids from all over the island at the kegger, sharing drinks and yelling listening to distant music with a big bonfire raging on the sand. You sway a little with your arm placed over Kie's shoulder, both trying to steady yourselves as you talk with some other pogues you don't see very often between everyone's busy work schedules.

"Hey, wait, you guys are close with Maybank, right?" The blonde girl standing in front of you asks, attempting to whisper but the alcohol in all of your systems is preventing it.

"Yeah." You nod, looking around for him, spotting him by the fire.

"Is he single still?" She asks, and you try to suppress a laugh. Luckily, Kie isn't able to stop hers for a completely different reason.

"That hot mess? Of course he is." Kie laughs, reaching out and tapping the girl's shoulder playfully. "You're funny."

You bite your tongue, actively fighting against the glare you want to give her. You disguise it by laughing awkwardly along with Kie.

"Oh my god, how? He's so hot, are you kidding?" She giggles, shaking her head at you guys.

"Well, you don't know him like we do." You say, shrugging a little and hoping she doesn't pick up on the bitterness in your tone. She doesn't even have a shot- you're confident of that much. You and JJ love each other, even if you fight sometimes. You'll make up within the week, just like last time.

"Well, it's worth a shot." She laughs and Kie nods, pointing JJ out to her in the crowd.

The girl asks you to wish her luck as she walks off, adjusting her shirt and pulling it down slightly as she walks over to him. You bite your tongue to keep yourself from grinding your teeth together. "Kie, wanna go watch this trainwreck?" You ask, leaning into her like you're joking and she nods.

"Oh, god, yes." She laughs, and the both of you cling onto each other as you walk your way over, keeping enough distance so the girl JJ is now talking to doesn't catch on that you're listening. They're not alone, there's loads of people around, including John B and Pope who were already at JJ's side, just watching as the girl leans into your boyfriend and he drapes his arm over her shoulder, leaning down to listen closely to what she has to say.

"What are you drinking?" She asks him, tilting her head to look into his cup and then back up at him.

"Just beer." He shrugs. "Why, you want to try it? Might be a little strong for you." He teases her, making you tense up.

"Oh, please." She giggles, grabbing the cup from him and downing it, tossing the cup on the ground.

"Fuck the beaches, I guess." You mutter to Kie, who also looks displeased at her actions. You need Kie to know you're upset- to take your side even if she doesn't really know what's going on.

"That's gross." Kie says, a sour look on her face now.

"Damn, you're a crazy one, aint'cha?" JJ says, squeezing her shoulders before dropping his arm down her back, grabbing her by the waist. With his friends keeping a close eye on him, he doesn't want them to suspect anything. He finds it hard enough as it is to keep his hands off you in front of them in the soberest of times, forget when either of you have been drinking. He's coping by convincing himself it's you under his arm, not this random girl he's only entertaining to prove a point to any prying eyes. Which, unfortunately, happens to be yours.

"I... I've gotta go. Uh.. yeah." You say,  wiggling out from Kie's grasp and stumbling off down the beach, struggling to make distance with your shoes in the thick sand.

Maybe he did mean it when he said that he thinks you're stupid. Maybe he is embarrassed- and maybe this is his immature way of showing you that you're done. That you're not worth it anymore.

"You okay?" Kie calls after you.

"Just have to pee." You make a quick excuse, not looking back to make sure she doesn't see that you're so visibly upset. JJ saw, however.

You make it up to where John B parked the Twinkie, the back packed with sleeping bags and random blankets and pillows in case any of you couldn't bum a ride home with someone else.

You find yourself shaking as the world spins around you and you polish off your cup, collapsing back against the far side of the vehicle and sliding down, curling your knees up to your chest as your body is wracked with your sobs. You can't stop it now. You've lost the boy you knew was the love of your life- who you thought was the love of your life.

You let yourself cry, comfortable enough with your drunkenness and distance from the party that no one can hear you as you crush the plastic cup in your hands, shaking and trying to ground yourself. 

You eventually drop the cup, resigning to burying your face in your hands.

"Baby?" Your head snaps up when you hear a familiar voice, and when you open your eyes JJ is kneeling in front of you, reaching for your wrists to pull your hands away from your face. "Y/N/N, hey, c'mere..." He says, his tone soft and comforting despite what you just saw.

"I saw you, J! I saw that! You can't-" You sniffle, wiping your nose on your sleeve. "You can't come here and act like we're not done."

"What? Baby, no, it's not like that- I just, I didn't want the boys to see me shove her off they'd ask questions. You know me." JJ chuckles a little at the end, trying to cheer you up but failing miserably. "I'm sorry. Hey, look at me. I'm sorry, I took it too far. We're not done, I love you, you know that." He says seriously, locking eyes with you and rubbing your wrists with his thumbs.

You shake your head, laughing slightly. "No- this is my fault, I'm being stupid." You insist. "It's fine, JJ. I get it."

"Shit." He sighs, dropping his head defeatedly. He knows you. He knows how you internalize things and he knew as soon as he said it earlier in the day that he would regret his impulsive answer when he said he thought that sometimes you were stupid. He meant irresponsible; he meant that you don't worry about your own safety as much as he wishes you would, but in the heat of the moment he couldn't articulate that. "You're not being stupid. I was being a dick."

"A little." You admit, laughing softly. You hate fighting, you're tired of it, and you want him to not take your stupid overreactions too seriously. "I am being stupid though."

"No, you're not. You couldn't be as stupid as me if you tried." JJ insists, dropping one of your hands to reach up and brush a tear from your cheek. "I just worry about you and I'm sorry I touched her. To be honest, I'm a little pissed she stole my drink. She's annoying as shit, too."

This makes you giggle, meeting his eyes again. "There's that smile..." He whispers, brushing his thumb over your cheek again.

You lean a little into his hand. It's impossible to stay mad at him, and you know he meant what he said about her. "You know what? Fuck it. Can we tell everyone?" JJ asks suddenly, catching you off guard.

"I- well..." You ponder it. "Do you want to?" You ask.

"This is stupid, isn't it? I want everyone to know we're together. Don't you?"

You nod, smiling softly at him. "It is kind of dumb." You agree.

"Let's skip that awkward conversation and just show everyone instead." JJ nods, satisfied with himself as he lets you go to stand up, holding his hand out to you. "Come on. Let's get you another drink so I can carry you home tonight." He teases, making you laugh as you take his hand and he pulls you up.

"Do you actually think I'm stupid?" You ask with a giggle, walking hand in hand back down to the beach.

"Sometimes, yeah." JJ jokes, making you shove his shoulder with your free hand. "Never any stupider than me, though. That's why we work."

"Stupider isn't a word, I don't think." You laugh, and JJ shrugs in response.

"That's my point proven."

[sequinsmile-x]

Physical Touch

He usually loved when his wife touched him, but it was slowly driving him crazy.

Part of the Love Languages series

-x-

Hi friends!

Well...I should have expected that the smut fic would win the poll by a landslide and here we are haha

I really hope you enjoy this <3 it's soft, smutty and full of Aaron just...pining for his wife. What more could you want on a Thursday evening?

Please let me know what you think <3

-x-

Words: 3k

Warnings: Smut, 18+

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

He’d known she was tactile long before they got together. 

Aaron had watched her for years, always ready to place a comforting hand on someone’s shoulder or pull them into a hug. More than once he’d found himself wishing she’d do the same for him, the embargo they’d seemingly placed on physical contact between them a two-way thing, something they both upheld, as if they knew it was a line they could not cross. 

He’d held her hand once before they became them. It was when she was in hospital, before she was stable enough to be moved to Bethesda. She’d still mostly been out of it, pain and medication rolling through her in a way he was also familiar with. He’d held her hand, squeezing it tightly as he wore the suit he’d worn to her funeral, a bitter taste on his tongue as he apologised to her. She’d told him since that she thought she’d dreamt it, that she’d pulled him out of her imagination, the warmth of his hand around hers something she’d made up in some strange attempt to self-soothe. 

He’d always known she was tactile, but being in a relationship with her was a whole other level he hadn’t been anticipating. She touched him all the time, ranging from subtle moments, like her fingers trailing over his when she passed him a coffee or a case file, or squeezing his knee under the table when they were at Dave’s for dinner, to more obvious moments. She was a snuggler, something he would never have put money on before their first date. She would wrap herself around him like a vine whenever they were alone, her arm linked through his and her head on his shoulder as they sat on the couch, or she could lay half on top of him in bed, her hand sneaking under his t-shirt as she sought his warmth from the source, falling asleep to the comfort of his heartbeat. 

He loved it. He loved that his wife expressed her love that way, that she’d push his hair out of his face as she told him he needed a haircut, that she also loved their children in the same way. It’s one of the reasons he knew Jack and Violet always sought her out for comfort, her embrace was his place of safety too, something so calming about something as simple as her cheek against his shoulder that he wondered how he'd ever lived without it. 

He usually loved it, but it was slowly driving him crazy. 

He’d dislocated his shoulder in a takedown of an unsub two months ago. The injury had torn his rotator cuff and he’d needed surgery, a simple relocation of his shoulder joint not enough. He could still remember the fear in Emily’s eyes when he’d come round from surgery, how she was barely holding herself together, her grip on his wedding ring that he’d had to take off so tight the imprint lasted for hours. His shoulder had been immobilised with strict instructions on how to make sure he healed properly, and the only time his wife ever paid attention to medical advice to the letter was when it was for him or one of the kids, which had led to one, unfortunate, side effect. 

Aaron hadn’t had sex with his wife in two months. 

He missed her. She was right by his side, but he missed her. Missed the intimacy that had always been an important part of their relationship. Every tiny thing about her was getting to him the longer they went without having sex. Her beauty was bordering on obscene, as it always had, and his breath would catch in his chest whenever he looked at her, or if she walked by and he caught a sniff of her perfume, the scent he knew was simply her always following just afterwards. Even watching her with Jack and Violet, watching how good a mother she was filled his gut with want, with the desire to have more children with her as soon as possible. 

The touching was, however, by far the worst. Every time she touched him he felt his skin fizz, sparks set off just by the feel of her skin against his, and he was close to losing his mind. 

He hears a knock on his office door and he looks up, a smile immediately breaking out across his face when he sees Emily standing in the doorway, her arms crossed as she casually leans against the door frame. 

“Hey honey,” she says, stepping into the office, “Are you ready to go? We, and by we I mean you, promised Vi we’d pick up some dessert on the way home.” 

He chuckles as he thinks about his 2, almost 3, year old daughter. She was a mini Emily through and through, right down to the big dark brown eyes he couldn’t say no to. He stands up and starts to put some paperwork in his briefcase, and he raises his eyebrow at his wife as he looks up at her. 

“You say that like you can say no to her,” he quips, stepping out from behind his desk and walking over to her, quickly stamping his lips against hers.

She hums and kisses him again, her hand hooking around the back of his head, making him shiver as she scratches lightly at his scalp, “We both know I’m the bad cop at home, baby,” she says, kissing him once more before she pulls back, “One of us has to be.” 

He laughs, the sound dying in his throat when she reaches out and places her hand on his chest, rubbing gently at the lapel on his jacket. He can feel her touch through his clothes, her skin somehow burning him through his jacket and his shirt, and he tenses before he can control it. Emily frowns at him, her eyebrows pinching together as she pulls back. 

“You had some lint on you,” she explains, pressing her lips together as she looks him up and down, her eyes slightly narrowed as she tries to figure out what's wrong, “Aaron are you okay? Is your shoulder bothering you?” 

It’s not a lie, not really, because his shoulder was sore. A now familiar ache that got worse throughout the day, radiating outwards from the new scar he bore. It was easier than explaining to her how he was feeling, less embarrassing than admitting he wanted her so much he was thinking about pushing everything off his desk right here and now. 

There were still two weeks until the doctor’s initial advice would run out, and he knew it was going to be the longest two weeks of his life. 

“Yeah,” he says, smiling softly at her, rolling his shoulder slightly, “It just aches a bit.” 

She hums and places her hand on it, her concern deepening when he tenses again, “How about when the monsters are in bed I give you a massage?” 

He falters for a moment, sure that would be his undoing, but instead, he nods and decides to deflect as he places his hand on her lower back and guides her out of his office. 

“Why do you get to call them monsters, but I don’t?” He asks, knowing exactly what her answer is going to be. 

She scoffs playfully and looks up at him, her eyes narrowed, “Because one of them came out of me.” 

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By the time they get the kids to bed, he thinks she’s forgotten. The evening had passed them by with homework, bath time, and bedtime stories, a wonderfully normal evening they both once thought they’d never get. 

He walks into their bedroom to find her kneeling on the bed, wearing one of his t-shirts and a tiny pair of shorts sticking out from underneath, with a bottle of lotion in hand.

She smiles at him, popping open the lid on the lotion as she beckons him over, “Come on, honey,” she says, “I promised you a massage.” She sees the slight hesitation before he walks over, and she hides a smirk by clearing her throat. He sits on the edge of the bed and she rolls her eyes, placing the lotion on the bed before she runs her hands over his shoulders, her fingers meeting at his neck as she starts to undo his shirt buttons, “This works better if you don’t wear your shirt.” 

He nods and helps her get his shirt off, grateful that he’d slipped his tie off when he got home earlier, and he lets the shirt fall to the ground. She puts some of the lotion into her hands and rubs them together before she touches him, warming her palms and the lotion at the same time. 

It’s only when she starts spreading it on his skin, her touch firm but gentle as she pushes her thumbs into his bad shoulder, that he realises she’s using her lotion. One that had a slight spice to it, a scent of cinnamon that followed her everywhere that was now permeating into his skin. He groans, his teeth clenched as he breathes her in, widening his legs as his pants get tighter. 

She frowns, ready to pull away just in case she is hurting him, but then she looks over his shoulder, her lips pressed together as her cheeks flush when she sees the tenting of his pants. She makes a snap decision, wiping her palms on her shirt to get rid of the excess lotion before she climbs out from behind him. 

“What are you doing?” He asks, his eyebrow raised as she kneels on the floor in front of him, her hands already on his belt, undoing it quickly. 

“Come on, Aaron,” she says, unbuttoning his pants and moving them and his boxers just far enough to free him, “It hasn’t been that long,” she says, smiling in a way that seemed far too innocent for where her hand was, “I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at me,” she says, pumping him up and down, “Let me help.” 

He nods, not needing any convincing, and his eyes drift shut as she leans forward and takes him in her mouth. He wraps his fists around the sheets of the bed so tightly he thinks they might rip. 

“Fuck, Em. You’re so good at that,” he says, unable to stop himself from thrusting into her throat, the pressure that had been building him in for weeks threatening to blow, “So fucking good.” 

She leans forward until her nose briefly presses against his pubic bone before she pulls back, sucking in a breath before she moves in again, bobbing her head up and down, his chorus of groans her reward. She has to press her thighs together for some friction, so turned on by seeing and hearing him like this that she briefly forgets why it had been so long since they’d done this in the first place. She can feel him start to lose control, his thrusts getting messier, but he stops her, his hand on her shoulder as he encourages her backwards, a desperate look in his eyes. 

She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, getting rid of the spit that had connected her lip to the tip of him and she tilts her head, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he says, pushing his hands through her hair that he’d clearly messed up, unaware that he’d even grasped it, “I just want to be with you.”

She smiles devilishly, her tongue pressed into her cheek, chasing the taste of him from it, “You are with me.” 

He rolls his eyes at her. He’d missed this too, the ease that came with being with her like this, the familiarity to it. It could be rough, passionate. Tearing each other’s clothes off. Or it could be soft. Full of love and hands pressed together as they showed each other how much they loved each other. 

“You know what I mean, sweetheart,” he says, and she smiles and nods, standing up from where she’d been kneeling. She pulls his pants off the rest of the way and then stands up, ready to straddle him, her desire making her dizzy. It’s only when she leans in to kiss him, her gaze briefly lingering on the new scar on his shoulder, and everything comes back into sharp focus.

“Wait,” she says breathlessly, pulling away from him, “We shouldn’t do this, your doctor-”

“Sweetheart,” he cuts her off, barely recognising his own voice because of how thick it is with desire, rough and gravelly as he stares at her, “You started this.” 

She scoffs, “I started this? You’re the one who got an erection when I just barely touched your shoulder.” 

In any other circumstance, he’s sure he’d laugh. It was so like her to try and start an argument in the middle of sex it made him fall in love with her even more, a feat that always seemed impossible until it happened. He pulls her closer, grateful not for the first time this evening that it wasn’t his dominant shoulder that had been injured, “Because you’re so fucking gorgeous I couldn’t take it anymore.” 

She swallows thickly and looks him up and down, desire sparking under her skin. It had been a long two months for her too, her frustration at not being able to have him so intense she’d yelled at Derek twice in the last week alone when he hadn’t deserved it. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she admits, her voice cracking slightly.  He smiles softly, the pent-up, overwhelming, need for her fading for a moment as he reaches out and cups her cheek, tucking some of her unruly hair behind her ear.

“You never could.” 

She thinks about it for a moment before she nods leaning forward to stamp her lips against his before she briefly gets off the bed, dropping her shorts to the ground, “Lean up against the headboard.” 

He does as he’s told, and she pulls a pillow from her side of the bed and slots it between his bad shoulder and the headboard, smiling softly when he stamps a grateful kiss against her lips. She sits on his lap, groaning as she notches over him, a noise he returns when he feels just how wet she is. 

“Fuck, Em,” he says, his hands on her hips as she pulls her t-shirt off, “I’ve barely even touched you.” 

“Yeah, well” she breathes out, rocking her hips over him, “You’re not the only one who’s been missing this,” she says as she wraps her hand around him to guide him into her. 

They both groan as she sinks onto him, the familiar stretch making them both breathless for a moment. 

“Oh fuck,” she says, her eyes rolling back as her head falls backwards for a moment, her hands on his thighs as she clenches around him, the breath stolen from her lungs as she adjusts to him, “God you feel so good.” 

“You do too, sweetheart,” he grunts out, encouraging her closer, tugging at her until they are chest to chest, bare skin pressed against each other as he rests his forehead against hers, “You feel so fucking good.” 

She cups his cheeks, her hands on either side of his face as she keeps her forehead against his and starts to rock her hips against his, a sound she could only call a relieved chuckle escaping her as he meets her thrust for thrust. 

They fall into a familiar rhythm, a sense of desperation woven through it, their eyes locked together as they both move, lost in the feel of each other. Eventually, he feels her hips start to stutter, and her thighs tremble around him. He reaches between them with his good hand and rubs circles on her clit, smiling as she mewls at him, the sound close to obscene as she buries her face in his neck, just about able to remember their children were sleeping down the hall.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he says, increasing the pressure on her clit, feeling his own orgasm within reach, “Come for me. Let me feel it.” 

She clenches her teeth tightly as she comes, stopping herself from screaming out as her hips buck against him. A spark goes off in her belly and spreads through her entire body, every nerve ending on fire as it washes over her as she moans his name. He isn’t far behind her, the way she clenches around him as she comes the final push he needs, and he buries his face in the top of her hair, her name lost in the dark locks stuck to her with sweat. 

They fall into silence, just the sound of their heavy breathing surrounding them. She’s the first to pull back, smiling lazily at him as she kisses him quickly before she pulls back to look at him, checking him over as if she’s looking for damage. She looks at the scar, placing her hand over it as she still tries to catch her breath, “I hope we didn’t make it worse.” 

“It’s fine, baby,” he says, kissing her temple and then her cheek, encouraging her to turn her head so he can capture her lips in a kiss, “Besides, since when were you such a stickler for doctor’s orders?” 

She playfully narrows her eyes at him but doesn’t pull back, not wanting to put any space between them yet, “I don’t know what you mean.” 

“Right,” he says jokingly, stamping a kiss against her lower lip, stuck out in a pout she’d always deny, “So it wasn’t you who I caught trying to drive to the store less than two weeks after she had a c-section? My mistake.” 

She blows out a breath and shakes her head at him, her cheeks somehow flushing even though the blush from her orgasm had never gone away, “That was totally different.” 

He chuckles and kisses her, properly this time, and he smiles as he pulls back, “Sure, sweetheart. Whatever you say.” 

-x-

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[greytongue]

hi! the gum fic?? that was so cute, i loved it!! definitely haven’t read it multiple times now.

honestly, really missing the more flirty, snarky leon from the original re4. absolute menace. my ever-growing brainrot for this man has been fed. thank you so much. 🙏

ok, ok. hear me out—i imagine og re4 leon would be the kind of boyfriend who thrives on flustering his s/o. so much teasing. he can’t help it, you’re just so cute when you blush. makes him happy. he’d probably do shit like cup your cheek, leaning in real close so you can feel the warmth of his breath. half-lidded eyes, slow breathing, you’re weaving a hand through his hair. you lean in. and then he pulls away, acts like nothing happened, just because he knows it drives you crazy.

no pressure, of course! just wanted to share an idea i had. so sorry if this is too much, i am down astronomically bad.

an: thank you so much for the suggestion! no problem at all, my friend. anything relating to leon is a job for me, indeed. sorry this took me forever, i’ve been deathly sick haha. this is also all over the place, so forgive me. fever delusions haha

cw: no smut, but suggestive stuff. kissy mwah mwah stuff, leon likes to make you nervous

original re4 leon headcanons.

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~•if you’re shorter than him, it will never end for you.

•if he’s standing beside you, he’ll use your shoulder as an armrest. he won’t disrespect you by using your head lol.

•will give you a bunch of nicknames. aka, “short-stuff/shortcake”, “lil’ bit”, “pipsqueak”, the list goes on.

~•loves getting near you/in your space, (as long as he knows you don’t mind it).

•if he needs your attention, he’ll place a hand on your shoulder or back, his thumb mindlessly rubs up and down on the fabric of your shirt.

•even if you’re just talking to each other, he’ll take an extra step forward so you’re that much closer. he likes seeing your eyes falter away from his when he does that.

•if you’re showing him something on your computer or phone, he’ll lean on close beside you. if it’s on the computer, he’ll place a hand on the back of your chair, the other on the desk conveniently close to where your (small in comparison) hand rests on the mouse.

he’ll nod encouragingly, humming close to your ear as you try to get the words out right. he’s just so close.

•he’s also known to kabedon. be on the look out for that if you’re leaning against a wall

~•will kiss you anywhere but where you want him to. he’s always asking,

“where do you want me, sweet thing?”

you’re squirming as you gesture to where you want him to kiss. maybe it’s your neck, your thighs, your lips.

•and he always acts like he’ll do your bidding. he positions himself and leans down, pausing as he moves the fabric of your clothing covering it previously. you exhale shakily as you feel the warmth of his breathe fan across the area of your sensitive skin and right as you think you’ll feel the press of his velvety smooth lips, all he does is ghost over the area and moves somewhere else.

•“leon..” he thoroughly relishes the groan of frustration you let out and he’s slowly making his way back up to you,

“all you gotta do is ask nicely, baby.”

~•teases you with acting like he’s gonna kiss you.

he’ll get all close, your breaths are mingling, his hands are on you, he might even have you against a wall. your heartbeat is picking up as he’s leaning in-

but all he does is nip at your bottom lip.

•you open your eyes and look up in disbelief, he’s sniggering and beginning to turn away, but you make quick work of him.

you grab his arm, tugging him close back to you by the collar, and feverishly capturing his lips in yours. he’s gasping into it and you’re growling in satisfaction.

•the force of your pull has him stumbling into you, accidentally pushing you back against the wall, his hand quickly splaying on the wall by your head to balance himself. his body shudders as you run a hand down his chest.

~•leon’s not scared of pda. he’s interested in you and he’s not afraid for people to know. not afraid for his hands to wander down to your waist, to hug you from behind. to let that innocent, quick peck to your temple to turn into licks and sucks at the curvature of your ear, down to nip at your jugular.

•“leon..!” you’re whining, reaching behind you to grab onto him, get his attention.

he’s humming low into your shoulder as you continue,

“there’s- hah.. there’s people nearby, please…” your eyes are squinting shut as his hands pull you flush against his back.

“mmm, if you say so.” he gives a long lick from where your shoulder meets your neck, to where it meets your jaw. it has you shivering, letting out a mindless moan as your head falls back-

and suddenly he’s gone, leaving you to struggle to come back to reality. you’re panting while you lean against the closest thing near you to support yourself on.

~•whoever gets home last, the other liked to help them unwind. help them undress, put them to bed.

•if it’s you he’s assisting, he takes his time removing your clothes. you’ll both be on the bed, he’s behind you encouraging your shirt off and once the fabric is gone he appreciates the skin of your back. his sizable hands massage at your tense shoulders, the space between your shoulder blades are gifted a series of kisses that make you shiver.

•leon always enjoys himself too much, either way. he makes a show out of it when you’re helping him.

•you’re busy unlacing his shoes, he’ll be leaning back on the bed he’s sat on, pulling his shirt over his head as he arches his back, stretching out his spine with a groan, the abdominal muscles poking through his pale skin contract with the stretch, his chest heaving with a satisfied sigh, your eyes glazing over the view you get of his throat and defined jawline with his head tilted back.

•you blink for the first time in a bit when he rolls his head back to front. you clear your throat as you finally get his shoes off, but he’s sliding a sock clad foot behind you and pulling you forward into his pelvis.

•you let out a soft ‘oof’ sound as you make contact with him, your hands splaying out on his hips as he speaks,

“enjoying the view?”

“obviously.” you scoff.

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that’s all folks, stay tuned. <3

[theemporium]

Hi! So I saw that requests are open and I'm absolutely in live with your writing, and I was wondering if I could convince you to write something for Sirius where instead of a motorbike he got a mustang or something and fixed it up for muggle studies and fem!reader is friends with the marauders and they sneak away from a party together on the summer holidays or something to take a drive and end up confessing and maybe having a couple kisses before going back and kinda sticking to each other for the rest of the night??? Completely inspired by Katy Perry's the one that got away haha.. Thank you <3

(And if it isn't what you wanna write then thank you still for all your already amazing works that have me giggling like an idiot<333)

stop🥹you are far too sweet!!! thank you for requesting!🖤

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“Are you sure this is safe?” 

“One hundred percent, love.” 

“Really?” 

“Would I ever put you in danger?” 

You sighed, eyes darting around the interior with wary but curious eyes. 

Sirius hadn’t shut up about his latest muggle purchase for the better part of the last week. 

He had practically bounced into the common room last Saturday night, a grin split across his face and a glint in his eyes that could only mean trouble when it came to Sirius Black. It was a sight that made your heart twist, in both anticipation and nostalgia. 

Exams had come to a close and you were enjoying your last few weeks at Hogwarts before you graduated and left. You wanted to make memories. You wanted to cherish your time left with your group before adult life took over. 

You were going to miss the crazy adventures Sirius Black would drag you out on.

This one came in the form of a car. 

You were vaguely aware of the contraption, having studied it in Muggle Studies a few years prior. Despite the questions you asked Lily, you never really grasped onto the mechanics behind it, nor did you care all that much. But Sirius seemed to. 

For his final project, he had seemed to wager some deal with his professor. He would fix up the broken Mustang showing his skills and knowledge of muggle inventions, rather than writing a tedious essay on the contraption and his professor seemed to agree. 

But now, with exams over and school coming to an end, Sirius was left with a perfectly working Mustang and a desire to show off his creation, his baby he had nursed from the brink of death (aka the junkyard Lily told him the car would end up in).

“It’s like…a contained broom,” Sirius said in a lame attempt to explain the car, to reassure you that you would be fine. “Perfectly safe. Promise.”

“Because I’m so good on a broom too,” you commented with a snort, your chest tightening when you noticed the grin on his face.

The group had snuck off the grounds to take the car out for a spin, heading to a local outdoor cinema that Sirius seemed to be aware of. The others had headed off to the confectionery stands to grab some snacks and drinks before the movie began, whilst you stayed seated in the backseat of the Mustang with Sirius, listening to the muggle music sounding through the radio. 

“Hey, everyone gets stuck in a tree every once in a while, don’t worry about it,” Sirius said as he nudged your shoulder. You rolled your eyes, but even you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“At least I had someone stupid enough to fly straight into the tree as well to save me,” you teased, giving him a knowing look. 

“Always gonna be your hero, love,” he said, his voice a little softer as he spoke to you. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he murmured, his eyes darting down a little before he turned to look out the windshield with a sigh. “So, what do you think about the car—” 

It was an impulsive decision. You weren’t exactly sure what fuelled it. Or maybe you did know, you just didn’t have the heart to admit it to yourself that over the last few years, Sirius Black made butterflies erupt in your stomach with even the simplest of actions because you liked him. You liked him far more than you should like a friend.

So, you kissed him. 

Sirius froze the second your lips touched his. His brain stopped working and there wasn’t a single coherent thought rattling in his head. He barely had a chance to process what had just happened before you were pulling away, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as realisation of what you had just done washed over you. 

“Sirius–”

But before the apology could even leave your lips, he was grabbing your face and kissing you again, deeper and more passionate this time. 

Your lips parted for him without any argument, his tongue teasing yours as he tugged you closer to him. In seconds you were off your seat and straddling his lap, your nails raking down his chest as you moaned against his lips. It was fast-paced and hot and you don’t think your brain even realised what you were doing and who you were doing it with. 

It was a sharp knock against the window that shattered the moment, both of your heads snapping to the side to see a very smug-looking James grinning at you both, arm full of snacks he had purchased. 

“Breaking in the new car?” he teased and Sirius playfully flipped him off before turning back to you, grinning himself a little when he saw the blush spreading across your cheeks. 

“Nah, we’re gonna do that later, aren’t we, love?” Sirius murmured, the suggestion rolling off his tongue like pure sin. 

“Huh?” you murmured, still a little dazed.

His eyes darkened as he bit his lip, trying to hold back his groan. “Gonna show you how much you can do in this car, baby. Just gotta let the others leave first.” 

Whatever it was, you were sure things between you and Sirius were going much further than friends this summer. 

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[heavyteddy25]

Bad batch pt1

TURBO ENERGY!! The greatest new energy drink on the market! Zero sugar, zero caffeine, and great taste thanks to our super secret formula! Now in over 10 delicious flavors!!!!!!

Factory worker 1: alright newbie your stations right over here.

The worker was giving the new employee a tour of turbo energy factory and showing him his post. He would be in charge of dispensing the secret formula into batches of energy drink, before they’re separated into their individual flavors and carbonated.

Worker 1: here’s how it works you press this button here and hold it till the first beep and not a second longer. None of us know what’s in this stuff but they say if too much goes in, it has… side effects.

The newbie was distracted by all the machines and giant tubs of energy drink there’s piping and tubing going everywhere even the machine he’s in charge of was big and shiny and new

Newbie: how does this stuff work? It’s an energy drink but there’s no caffeine? That doesn’t make any sense.

Worker 1: I don’t know what’s in it but apparently it’s simple science. Our bodies get their energy from calories that we end up burning, this formula is supposed to create a steady flow of calories in our bodies for it to continuously burn and give our bodies energy. But not too much that our bodies store it as excess fat or whatever.

Newbie: that’s wild it sounds like something from a movie.

Worker 1: yeah yeah get to work I’ll check up on you in a bit.

The manager left the newbie to himself and started working. he waited for the batch of drink to roll up he pressed the button like his boss said and held it then the machine beeped. And beeped again, and again, and again, the newbie wasn’t sure how long he was supposed to hold it. He let the button go and took a peek at the tub of unflavored drink it looked fine, so he let it roll away as he went to ask his boss for confirmation.

The tub of unflavored drink rolled thru the factory onto its next destination the flavoring department. The tub of drink was funneled into 4 smaller tubs and off they went to finish their manufacturing journey.

1 week later

Johnny was getting ready for the gym and waiting for his partner Ethan to get home. He slipped on his baggy tank top and basketball shorts and went to check himself in the mirror. He looked at himself and smiled even with his baggy workout outfit he could see his thick muscular build, shoulders almost as wide as a doorframe, arms that could beat a grizzly in arm wrestling, a thick powerful chest that puffed up the straps of his tank top. His trim waist hidden under the top but he knew what was under there, not abs but a smooth stomach and a V line heading right to what his partner considers his favorite work out tool.

Tree trunk thighs with an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. While he was distracted admiring himself Ethan arrived home.

Ethan: I’m home! (He unloaded groceries onto the counter and walked to the bedroom) oooo look who’s ready for the gym?you look so good I might actually join you this time.

Ethan was not the type to go to the gym although he wasn’t fat he was nowhere near the physique of his partner. He honestly wasn’t sure what Johnny saw in him, he could have anyone he’s just grateful he chose him.

Johnny: haha very funny. We both know you’d rather make dinner and play video games than workout with me.

Ethan scoffed pretending to look offended.

Ethan: that’s not true there is one workout I love doing with you.

Johnny grinned knowing exactly what he meant Ethan’s sex drive was crazy and he loved it. And Johnny was glad Ethan never picked up any of Johnnys gym habits, he hasn’t been sure how to tell Ethan this but he likes a “softer figure” and wouldn’t mind Ethan putting on some weight. Johnny grabbed Ethan and pulled him into his thick fuzzy chest and held him with his big strong arms. He kissed Ethan passionately and went to grab his bag.

Johnny: I’m heading out I’ll see you in an hour.

Johnny headed to the front door and passed by the kitchen when he noticed two cans of a drink he recognized immediately.

Johnny: you got the turbo drinks!?!? I’ve been wanting to try these so badly!!

Ethan: Yupp I sure did! And they even had your favorite flavor!

Johnny grabbed the can it read “blueberry flavor” it also had a warning label “might cause temporary bloating”. which he wasn’t afraid of, even premium pre workouts caused bloating. Ethan had grabbed the “classic” flavor, they opened them up clinked their cans and downed them together.

Ethan: these are pretty good but a little too carbonated for my liking.

Johnny: it was delicious I love blueberry stuff and this did not disappoint. Although it does have an odd after taste.

Ethan: I didn’t get any aftertaste. Maybe because it’s artificial flavoring. Well have a great workout but don’t burn too much energy hehe.

Ethan winked at his hunky boyfriend and off Johnny went to the gym while Ethan played video games. Johnnys workout was amazing he pumped iron till he could swear he saw his muscle swelling up. Half way thru the workout he took a look at his figure in the mirror, his hunk body all glistening with sweat. His muscles swollen from his pumping and his belly sticking out under his tank top he picked up his shirt and saw his belly rounded out. The can did say to expect temporary bloating I guess I wasn’t the exception Johnny thought to himself. And almost like a switch was flipped inside Johnny, he was suddenly incredibly horny. He had half a mind to leave the gym early and head home to his cutie of a boyfriend, who would love to put this energy to good use. But Johnny just used his urges as motivation to finish his workout as usual and speed right home. Johnny arrived home to the apartment and basically broke the door down he was so ready to see Ethan. He walked inside panting and he turned to see his sexy boyfriend gaming shirtless on the couch which was driving Johnny crazy.

Johnny: babe. Bedroom. Now.

Ethan: woah babe you definitely don’t need to tell me twice but what has you so excited tonight huh?

Ethan got up from the couch smirking at his sweaty hot boyfriend, he was ready for whatever Johnny wanted. But something felt off, he looked at Johnny and noticed the bulge in his crotch thick and long. But then noticed another bulge under Johnnys shirt.

Ethan: I see you were victim to the drinks bloating huh? Me too good thing it’s supposed to be temporary

Johnny forgot all about out how the drink made him bloated, but he looked down at Ethan’s belly and realized his belly was rounding out too but it didn’t look right. It wasn’t just his belly his whole body somehow looked… softer. And Jonny loved it. Johnny practically grabbed and carried Ethan to the bedroom and threw him on the bed. Ethan was so turned on by how forceful his partner was being tonight it made him feel all hot and bothered, but for some reason that heat centered in his belly. He was unable to focus on the strange feeling in his belly as he watched Johnny strip in front of him. Johnny practically tearing his sweat soaked clothes off his swole body as he looked at Ethan laying there already naked on the bed. Something was off he could swear Ethan was looking different, cuter somehow and then he saw it. Ethan’s belly was bigger even than when they were in the living room. Was Ethan gaining weight? Right in front of him? Why? How? And why did it make Johnny that much hornier! Johnny got into the bed his hard on swinging side to side as he did so. He grabbed and flipped Ethan over and just like his belly Ethan’s butt was bigger too, fuller and juicier. He grabbed onto his man’s ass and spread him. Ethan now on all fours felt Johnny grab onto his ass ready for what was coming but something felt off it felt like there was more for Johnny to grab than he remembered. But before he could focus on the feeling it happened, Johnny entered him with little resistance he forgets every-time how big Johnny is. He could feel Johnny reaching inside him almost into his belly, and the thrusting began. Johnny pulled and thrusted into Ethan over and over again both of them panting and moaning. Johnny felt his body crashing into Ethan’s soft ass, with every thrust watching the impacts go through Ethan in waves. Then Johnny noticed the waves being more distinct as if there’s more of Ethan then before and that’s because there was. Johnny thrusted and thrusted into Ethan as he watched Ethan grow from behind. Ethan’s love handles started to blossom, his arms were getting thicker but not with muscle. His thighs were starting to take up more space as they started spreading apart, then they stopped. Johnny almost felt disappointed to see the growth paused but through all of Johnnys pants and moans and Ethan’s gasps of pleasure, Johnny could hear a groan coming from inside Ethan. And then Johnny could see it something bulging out from Ethan’s sides starting to consume his love handles, Ethan’s belly was becoming big and round pulling on the weight Ethan had gained moments ago. Johnny could see it pulling down on Ethan’s side rolls and smoothing them out even, watching as a crease started forming just atop Ethan’s love handles and meeting in the middle of Ethan’s back. Johnny stopped thrusting and leaned over Ethan’s back to grab the sides of this giant gut from behind.

Ethan wasn’t sure what was happening to him. He was having the hottest time with Johnny when all of a sudden he felt his body beginning to jiggle more and more, and he was feeling so heavy he realized he could feel his chest starting to sway as Johnny was thrusting into him. His moans and gasps were just as much from concern as they were from pleasure. Soon he felt the same thing from his belly swaying back and forth bouncing into his own crotch is they grew bigger. The growing didn’t stop he belly kept bulging outward as it descended towards the bed taking up more space and getting heavier. Then he felt Johnny stop thrusting and suddenly he laid on top of Ethan’s wide back and grabbed onto Ethan’s now gargantuan belly’s sides. Just when he felt like he couldn’t keep himself up anymore his belly hit the bed, but it didn’t stop he could feel his weight adding up and being held up not by his arms anymore but his belly. It started spreading out to the sides and pushing Ethan higher in the air. Ethan began to panic and Johnny could tell, he got off Ethan’s back and tried to roll Ethan over and sit him up. But only the rolling over happened on account of the brand new weight. With Ethan now on his back he was much more aware of his new size his soft chest starting to get pushed up to his chin as his belly kept growing up and out in all directions.

Ethan: what’s happening to me!? Babe please help it won’t stop!

Ethan pleaded with his strong and sweaty boyfriend but Johnny could only stare at his formerly thin partner now a giant rotund blob. And he was the hottest thing Johnny had ever seen.

Ethan: babe please something’s wrong I feel like I’m going to explode.

Ethans body up until this point was filling with soft fat but something changed it’s as if his body simply couldn’t accommodate all the extra weight and his belly started smoothing out. He’s belly swelling and swallowing his limbs his chest combining with his belly becoming one big dome with hands and feet and Ethan’s face no longer being able to see anything other than belly. Johnny knew Ethan didn’t have much time so he took advantage, unable to get to Ethan’s ass anymore he climbed up to the only other hole besides Ethan’s mouth, his belly button. When he reached the top he could see Ethan’s face and he began to explain.

Johnny: babe I don’t know what’s going on but I’m so horny, I need to finish and you are so hot like this!

Ethan didn’t understand what does he mean he thinks he was hot like this he was a blob fixing to blow and the pressure was building. Johnny inserted himself into Ethan’s belly button with “pop” sound, both Ethan and Johnny gasped in absolute pleasure. Johnny began to thrust again only this time bouncing on Ethan’s mattress of a belly he couldn’t even see their bed anymore from on top of Ethan a groan and gurgle could be heard from inside Ethan and Johnny hurried. Ethan was growing and growing, he could feel his skin tighten as Johnny bounced and bounced into him. but god it felt so good, so tight. He could feel himself stretching his skin began to creak and turn pink. Ethan began panting and groaning in unison with Johnnys thrusting he was going to blow any second. He was reaching his limit it was coming and coming. Ethan began to yell when he felt his limit was hit and so did Johnny as he erupted into Ethan’s belly button. Having the biggest orgasm of his life he laid there soaking in the pure ecstasy he endured. And the he could hear more panting below him and he realized he was still laying on top of Ethan, he slid down Ethan’s smooth pink dome of a belly. And came around to where his face was.

Johnny: babe I need to tell you a secret I don’t know what did this but I’ve always wanted you bigger.

Ethan laid there completely immobile looking up at his gorgeous man having also finished somewhere under his igloo sized belly.

Ethan: I think I noticed…

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Body Worship Steddie

Rating: EXPLICIT

Warnings: size difference, a bit of softdom!Steve if you squint, blow jobs, eddie has a small dick. So if you're not into that or dont agree with that or dont like it, please just scroll on past, i don't wanna argue. But in this house we believe in small dick supremacy. Peace and love. ✌����

THIS POST IS NOT FOR MINORS! IF YOU'RE NOT 18+ PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!

Tagging @grimmfitzz and @imsodonewiththissite (i know you dont go here really but here it is if you wanna give it a try! Haha!) Because y'all gave me courage!!! Hope you like it!

so eddie has a small dick. Steve's is like, normal, average. I dont know what average dick size is. Im gonna say like 5 inches? I wanna go with 4! Idk.

So yeah, he's been with eddie for awhile. And they've fooled around. And eddie has100% given him blow jobs at this point. But everytime steve tries to touch eddie he finds a way to get out of it. Either moving his hips away, or distracting steve with his tongue, steve is ashamed to say that that move had yet to fail, no matter how focused he thinks he is.

But eddie just, wont let steve touch his dick and its driving steve crazy. He's felt it exactly twice. Both times fleeting as eddie squirmed away from him. But my god does steve WANT. like, he felt how hard eddie was against his thigh, he knows what he felt. There's not much there. But steve literally does not care, he wants to touch him. Wants to make him feel good. Keeps fucking daydreaming about having Eddie's cock in his mouth.

But he doesn't wanna push eddie. Tries to take it slow. But then one night they're kissing and steve lays eddie back on his bed, tries to slot himself between Eddie's legs, to get them... somewhere!!! But eddie freezes so steve just groans and drops his head to Eddie's shoulder and is like,

"eddie please." And it's a fucking WHINE coming out of his mouth, he sounds so goddamn needy, and it makes Eddie's hands claw at his back and Eddie's basically panting at this point and is like,

"Im sorry. Im sorry i know- i just-" and steve looks at him and he's bright red and looks so embarrassed and steve refuses to let that stand so he cups Eddie's face, kisses him softly and uses the distraction to plant himself on top of eddie, pushing his knees between Eddie's and dropping himself there.

Eddie whines and slams his head back into the matress and steve just latches onto his neck before kissing up to his ear like,

"Dont be embarrassed. I don't care if your dick is small Eds. i just want it in my mouth." And Eddie's hips fucking grind up against him, but he shakes his head, turning away, his eyes squeezed shut so Steve stops. Because that's not normal 'turned on' Eddie. He slides his hand under Eddie's head, can feel wetness, Eddie's crying, Steve turns his head to look at him and says,

"I don't care Eddie. I want you. Is that not obvious yet?" His thumb soothing over his cheek. And Eddie shakes his head a bit, bites his lip and says,

"You say that now. But you'll change your mind. They all-" Eddie bites his lip again, sucks in air through his teeth as he sniffles. Steve frowns, he looks angry. Eddie tries to shrink away but Steve holds him still, presses closer.

"Fuck. Them. You think i haven't felt you? You think i don't know what's down here?" He moves then, fast but gentle, his hand moving down Eddie's side, and then between them, he cups Eddie in his hand and he bucks into Steve's touch with another whine.

"I've felt it. And i want it. Okay? Will you let me show you how much?" Steve moves his hand, presses his palm down just so.

Eddie's hands scramble over Steve's back until he's clawing at Steve's hips, his legs kicking against the sheets as he squirms, a mantra of "yes yes yes yes" falling from his lips as his eyes squeeze shut again. Steve smiles, kisses down his neck, then his chest, pressing kisses into the fabric of Eddie's shirt. And then he's sliding Eddie's pants down his legs, hooking his fingers into his boxers and pulling them down as well. And e

Eddie is on his elbows, looking down at Steve, his eyes huge, pupils blown, chest heaving, as Steve fucking stares at his cock like he wants to fucking eat it. And Steve's fucking mouth waters. He moves his palms up Eddie's thighs slowly, presses his fingertips into Eddie's hips before moving one hand back down.

His thumb grases the base of Eddie's dick and his hips jump again, Steve finally looks away from his dick, his eyes moving to Eddie's face, he tilts his head, asking for permission. Eddie nods quickly, his sweat damp hair sticking to his face, Steve smiles, presses a kiss to the inside of Eddie's knee, and then he moves his arm over Eddie's hips, presses him into the matress and finally, curls his fingers around Eddie's dick.

The tip just barely peaks out over his fist, and Steve is pressing the side of his palm down against the base too, as far as he can. The sight makes Steve's fucking mouth water even more and before Eddie is even a little used to the touch of his hand, Steve has his mouth on him. Eddie's cock fits in his mouth just so. So fucking perfect that steve moans around him and Eddie's hips buck up, even with Steve's arm holding him down.

The movement doesn't even come close to choking Steve and that just makes him hotter. He sucks, hard, hollowing his cheeks and humming around Eddie. Eddie gasping his name over and over, his hands in Steve's hair are the only warning Steve gets that Eddie is about to come. He groans as it hits his tongue, swallows it all and then keeps fucking going. Eddie tries to push him away, Steve pulls off of him, a string of spit and cum stretching between his lips and Eddie's cock, and Eddie makes the mistake of looking down at him at exactly that moment. His cheeks are flushed, and what Steve can see of his stomach where his shirts been shoved up is flushed too.

"Fuck. Steve." He's breathless. Steve climbs up his body, presses him into the matress and kisses him deeply, wants him to see how fucking good he tastes. Eddie whines, says Steve's name against his lips, Steve looks at him, his eyes are glassy, he's completely fucked out. Steve leans close, kisses his cheek and says,

"You're gonna give me one more."

Eddie immediately starts to shake his head, Steve grabs his chin firmly, makes Eddie look him in the eye.

"Yeah you are. One more for me Eds. You're doing so good. Bein such a good boy for me."

He whispers the words into Eddie's mouth, smiles when Eddie mumbles back,

"I can be good." And he's nodding now. Steve nods back, moves his thumb over Eddie lips and says,

"I know baby. You gonna give me one more?" Eddie nods again. Steve sinks down Eddie's body again, kissing as he goes, he bites at his hip, it drags a breathy laugh out of Eddie. And then he settles between Eddie's legs and looks at him, a smirk on his lips as he says,

"Maybe two."

Eddie opens his mouth to protest but what comes out is an obscene moan as Steve sucks his pretty little cock back into his mouth. Eddie's hands shoved up into his hair as his hips move in time with Steve's sucking, Eddie is so fucking good for him. Steve presses his hands to Eddie's thighs, digs his fingers in and fucking worships him with his mouth and his hands until Eddie can't fucking see, or hear, or speak anything but Steve's name over and over and over.

[forget-you-morelike-fuck-you]

Heartwork- E.M. Pt. 4

You bring Eddie home for dinner with your parents.

1 - 2 - 3 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - Epilogue

Masterlist

TW- Cursing, slight mention of blood

Pairings- Eddie X Reader

Word Count- 2,312

(Gif not mine, credit to owner!)

As Saturday dawns, you busy yourself with unpacking some boxes and setting up more furniture, making your apartment look more like a home rather than a storage unit as you sift through pieces of your new bedframe. It’s taking a long time putting it together, and you get frustrated looking for certain screws. I don’t think they sent me all the parts!  You think as I lift scraps of cardboard and bubble wrap to find what you’re Iooking for. You groan, and hear the phone ring. You get up, grateful for the distraction. You take a deep breath to calm your frustration as you lift the phone from the dock. “Hello?”  

“Hey Y/N! What’s the plan for tonight? Do you want to ride to your parents’ together or do you want to meet there?” You smile when I hear Eddie’s voice. You haven’t spoken to him since Monday night at the diner. 

“Either way works for me. But I will warn you that if we do show up together my mom will think that we are together,” You laugh, remembering her words about how she wouldn’t mind at all if you ended up with a nice guy like him, let alone the party she threw when you told her Eddie was even coming. Eddie laughs over the receiver. 

“Noted. But hey, would it be such a bad thing? We’ve both seen much more of each other than two friends normally do!” Your heart leaps, a blush creeping to your cheeks. Since Monday night, when Eddie kissed your cheek as you said goodnight at the diner, you’ve been thinking about things a bit differently. You’ve been admiring his kindness in more than a friendly way, going over every touch in your mind and it’s driving you crazy! It seriously feels like you’re developing some schoolgirl’s crush, and why? Probably because it’s been so long since you’ve had a real friend, let alone a kind, attractive, funny guy friend.  

“Haha-- yeah. That is true!” it comes out more awkward than you intended, and you rub your hand down your face to try to get a grip. It’s just Eddie. You’ve known him forever. He’s your best friend. And your best friend’s ex.  

“Okay, so why don’t I come pick you up at your place and we can drive over together?” Your hand is still covering your face as you nod. 

“Yeah, that sounds good. Can you get here around a quarter to five?” You check the newly mounted clock across the room from you, it’s 3:24 already.  

“Totally, just give me your address and I will be there,” Eddie assures you. You give him your address once he’s got something to write it down with and you bid your goodbyes. “See you later, Y/N,” 

“Yeah, see you later! Bye!” You hang up the phone and suck in a breath. You need to shake off these nerves before Eddie gets here. You decide to abandon your incomplete bedframe in pursuit of a warm shower. 

You’re feeling much better as the water washes the sweat of the morning’s exertions from your body, and soon you can smother the mortification of the phone call with Eddie, and as you get out, you hum to yourself, moving to find some clothes in one of the duffle bags you have yet to completely empty. You settle on a pair of jeans and an off-the-shoulder burgundy blouse. Pretty, but not too dressy. Then you sit on the floor in front of your floor length mirror and do your makeup. You keep an eye on the time, and as 4:45 nears, you finish doing your hair and get your shoes and bag together in preparation for Eddie to knock on your door.  

You hear it as you exit your bathroom and hoist your bag over your shoulder before going and opening the door. Eddie’s holding a small bouquet of flowers. Oh god, Your heart flutters in your chest. “Hey!” You beam. He looks nice in his plain black T-shirt and jeans.  

“Hey!” He says and gestures to the flowers. “I got these for your mom. Do you think she’ll like them?” His eyes shine hopefully, and you nod enthusiastically.  

“Absolutely! She’ll love them. She already thinks you practically walk on water,” You joke as you close and lock your door behind you. 

“Oh really?” He raises an eyebrow, “why is that?” 

“She’s just always been able to see how kind you are. I think she may be overcompensating for how others saw you,” You admit. People were never very kind to Eddie and the rest of the Hellfire crew because they never understood or even wanted to understand the things you liked or did—the metal music, the Dungeons and Dragons, the ripped jean jackets and black clothes—and your mom always just saw Eddie as that nice boy who was kind to her daughter and loved her cooking. Eddie uses his free hand to rub the back of his neck bashfully. 

“Aw, shucks. If I had known that I would’ve brought a bigger bouquet!” You both laugh as you walk down to his car, and as you near the door, he opens it for you before you can touch the handle.  

“Thank you,” you say, sliding into the passenger seat.  

“No problem,” He closes the door for you, too, and you manage to calm your climbing pulse before he gets to the driver’s side. He hands you the flowers and turns the car on, the familiar sounds of Corroded Coffin filling the car. You smile widely, remembering the words as Eddie sings in the track. 

“Oh, I loved this record! This is the one that Y/BFF/N and I did backing vocals on, right?” Eddie chuckles a bit as he pulls out of the parking lot.  

“Yeah, I was feeling a bit nostalgic today,” You hear yourself and your best friend yelling in the background. Not singing, yelling. It sounds almost silly now, but damn, was it so fun to do.  

“I know you said you don’t play with the band anymore, but do you still make music at all?” You ask, fiddling with a loose thread on your jeans. 

Eddie shrugs, “Occasionally, but nothing like I used to. I’m so busy anymore at the garage I don’t really have the time.” You feel sad that Eddie can’t do what he loves as much anymore. You remember vividly the hours you’d spent with him and Y/BFF/N listening to his newest compositions. You really thought he was gonna make it someday. 

“Maybe you should make more time. It would be so good to see you perform again, even if it’s solo. I always loved to hear you play.” It’s the truth. It was one of your favorite things about Eddie, the way he’d get lost in the music. It was enchanting to a certain extent. Eddie smiles, thinking, you assume, about the notion of performing again, before looking at you. 

“Yeah, maybe I should.”  

As you pull into your parents’ driveway, you’re both yelling along to the songs coming through the speakers. You’re honestly a little surprised that you remember them so well, but once the melody started going through your mind, muscle memory kicked in and filled in the gaps. Eddie turns off the car and you head toward the house, laughing. Before you can even knock, your mom opens the door for you, beaming a she sees you and Eddie. 

“Hi there, kids! Oh, it’s so good to see you!” She hugs you tightly, and turns to Eddie, who holds out the flowers for her.  

“I got these for you. Didn’t want to show up empty handed,” he explains. She takes them gratefully and pulls Eddie in for a tight embrace. 

“How sweet of you! Come on in, you two, dinner’s almost ready.” You and Eddie look to each other with a smile as you follow your mom into the house.  

It smells amazing. Like corn on the cob, roast, potatoes, and mom’s scratch red velvet cake, one of your favorites from childhood. You see your dad round the corner from the kitchen, a tea towel slung over his shoulder. “Hey honey! How’ve you been?” He comes toward you, arms open.  

“I’m good dad! You remember Eddie, right?” Your dad extends his hand to Eddie, and Eddie takes it and gives it a shake. 

“Of course, I do! So, you two finally got together, huh?” Your eyes go wide as saucers at the seemingly innocent comment, choking on spit as you try to recover.  

“No, dad--” 

“Not yet anyway, honey!” Your mom yells with a laugh from the kitchen. Your face goes beet red as you hear Eddie laugh next to you.  

“No, sir. Y/N and I have just started hanging out again since she got back to town,” Eddie explains.  

“Oh, okay, I understand. Silly me,” You roll your eyes up, silently praying for the embarrassment to fade soon. As you try to regain my composure, you feel a hand on the small of your back, sending a shiver up your spine, then warm breath on your ear.  

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. It’s really not a big deal, I promise,” Eddie’s voice is soothing in your ear, and you let out a tight noise of acknowledgment before moving further into the house. Eddie’s hand moves from your back to hold yours briefly, giving a light squeeze of encouragement before letting go. You sit in the dining room as your parents bring out serving trays of food, and then they sit down at the other two place settings. 

“Okay, guys, dig in while it’s hot!” Your mom says, picking up a few pieces of meat to put on her plate. You all pass food around to make sure everyone has a bit of everything and start eating. 

“So, Eddie, how’s work at the garage? You make good money there?” Your dad asks. Eddie nods as he swallows a bite of potato. 

“It’s alright. I’m up for a promotion next month, so that’ll be nice. The money is pretty good, but things will definitely get better with the raise.” 

“Well, that’s good. I’m sure you deserve it. You’ve always taken good care of my car when I come around.” Your dad replies.  

Eddie shrugs, “I do what I can. It’s nothing as impressive as what Y/N does though, I’m sure. I’m just some grease monkey working on cars while she sits in her office doing her financial advising.” You all chuckle at that. 

“Well, I don’t know, Eddie. I don’t know how to fix any cars. So, I could say what you do is more impressive. It’s all perspective,” You muse. 

“Well, I do know that it’d be a lot easier to teach you how to fix cars than it would me for me to learn what you do,”  

“Eh, I don’t know about that. Numbers are easy to rely on. They never lie when the chips are down,” You admit. 

“You know, Y/N, I really don’t know where you got that mind for numbers. I’ve never had the patience for math!” Your dad says with a laugh. 

“Hey, I was a mathlete all throughout high school! The only reason I didn’t take a math directed degree in college is because I liked linguistics more,” your mom scoffs. 

“Oh, right, I forgot about that,” your dad laughs. “I guess that’s why you do our taxes every year!” 

The conversation goes on as you continue dinner, and after dessert, your mom goes to the kitchen and brings out a cardboard box.  

“I thought you might want these back, Y/N, now that you’ve got your own place,” She explains as she sets the box on the table.  

As you look into it, you break out in a smile. It’s dozens of pictures and other mementos from your school days. You reach in and pick up a couple of polaroids, one of you and Y/BFF/N at a Corroded Coffin show, the other from senior prom, you, Eddie, Y/BFF/N, and your date for the evening. You can’t remember his name, but you do remember he wasn’t a very good dancer. You chuckle as you hand them to Eddie and dip your hand back in to the box to pull out a folded piece of fabric. 

“Aw, look at this,” You unfold it to reveal a bandana you had made in art class. You made them for all three of you, with your names embroidered clumsily along the edge. Eddie takes it from you and rubs his fingers along the worn fabric. 

“Oh, damn, we wore these everywhere that one summer. You remember that time I had to use mine to stop your bloody nose when you got dizzy after riding that rollercoaster and tripped down the stairs?” You cringe at the memory as Eddie reminds you. 

“Oh god, yeah. And I had to wear that nose splint—oh my god look.” You rummage through the box and find a picture of that day. There you are, in the medic tent at the amusement park, one hand in a thumbs up as you hold an ice pack to your nose. Eddie laughs out loud.  

“I totally forgot about that picture! You were so out of it that Y/BFF/N thought you’d forget!” 

“I don’t remember the details; I just remember that it fucking hurt!” You exclaim, laughing as you set the photo aside. 

You and Eddie go through the box, reminiscing for what feels like hours, laughing at different, long forgotten memories of the years you’ve been friends. Soon though, it’s time to say goodnight. You and Eddie thank your parents for dinner, give hugs and say goodnight, walking back to his car. As the radio comes back on, the songs sound a bit sweeter with the memories of your teenage years fresh in your mind.  

@corrodedcoffincumslut @haylaansmi @bebe07011

[kraekat29]

Rafe was out for the day. He'd left a scribbled note for Ruby, some bullshit that she couldn't read because his handwriting was shit.

Ruby believed that Rafe didn't know what'd happened to JJ.

Didn't mean she didn't want revenge on Kie.

The tile of the kitchen is cold on Ruby's bare feet-- she's suddenly wishing she was wearing more than Rafe's discarded button up as she pulls a knife out of the block on the counter. It's shiny, stainless steel.

JJ's not upstairs, he's not outside... Is there a basement in this full Kook Mansion?

She tried every door in the house until she found basement door. The stairs were a soft wood with a nice carpet laid over them, a bit out-of-place for a beach house.

"What am I doing," Ruby muttered to herself, adjusting the grip on her knife. "I mean, it's not like I'm-- I'm not crazy. A-And JJ did it, so how hard can it be, really?"

Something squeaks on the floor and Ruby jumps. It's dark in the basement, there's almost no natural light, and it's unnerving.

"Kiara?" JJ croaks in the darkness. It sounds like he hasn't spoken in hours. Ruby drops the knife by her side, crossing the room to JJ and cupping his face in her hand.

"JJ, baby," She murmurs, pressing her forehead against his. "Fuck."

"Rue?" JJ mumbles, straining against the rope. "Rubes, is--"

"Shh," Ruby kisses his forehead, lingering. "Gonna get you out, okay?"

JJ swallows hard. "Rue--"

A rapid clicking sounds directly behind Ruby, and then pain-- no, fire-- is shooting up Ruby's side, every nerve and muscle in her body screaming as she tenses, falling to the ground. The knife clangs against the hardwood, skittering an indeterminable distance from Ruby.

"Bitch," Kiara spits, kicking at Ruby's foot. "I don't know why Rafe likes you, I really don't. You're fucking stupid."

Ruby gasps and pants for breath as the feeling slowly returns to her extremities. "You're... such... an asshole." She kicks at Kiara's shin, hard, and Kiara gasps, falling to one knee.

Ruby throws her arm back, cutting her palm on the blade of the knife before gripping the handle. It nearly slides out of her hand when she drives it between Kiara's ribs--

And it was just like JJ had said. Flesh really did cut like butter.

Kiara tenses up, looking down at the knife in her chest. "You... You bitch... What did you do?" She sounds like she's on the verge of tears, even as blood trickles down her chin.

Ruby stared at her, frozen in shock. What did I just do?

A hand slaps down on her shoulder, fingers digging into her skin.

"She had it coming," Rafe says lowly, hauling Ruby up. "Come on. Don't wanna get blood on that shirt."

"Rafe-- Rafe, oh, fuck, I didn't--"

"You did," Rafe says, not meeting Ruby's eyes as Kiara spams, falling to the ground. "And I know just where you got the idea from."

Kiara's bloody hand latches around Ruby's ankle, her grip not tight in the slightest. Ruby flinches, pulling her ankle out of Kiara's grip. Rafe kicks Kiara in the ribs and she yelps quietly, her life ebbing away as her blood leaks across the floor.

"Rue?" JJ whispers when Kiara stops gurgling. "Wh-What happened?"

"Shut up, Maybank," Rafe spat, but there wasn't much force behind it. "Ruby, listen to me. You tell me where my father is, what happened to him, and I'll make sure JJ gets help, a'ight?"

Ruby stared at Rafe, still shaken up, her eyes sliding in and out of focus. Of course she was, she'd just killed a girl.

"Ruby," Rafe shook her slightly and Ruby snapped back to attention. "Come on, baby. Tell me what happened."

"If... You won't..." Ruby looked at Kiara's body and shuddered.

"I'll deal with it. Where's my father?"

"I... I don't know."

"Don't-- Don't lie to me."

"He... He's..." Ruby swallowed hard, sparing a glance at JJ. He looked so lost, tilting his head to the side and looking just barely left of Ruby and Rafe. "Gators."

HAHA YAY!!

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hmmmm.... Just to be fair to all the Kangaroos, do you have NSFW headcannons for Ryan and Rena? Asking for science. Yup. Just science, nothing more. Don't look at me 😂

Just to be fair, yes, of course XD

Okay first of all looks!! Ryan and Rena are inverted colours-wise to what Kingston has. So their shoulders and backs in roo form are that golden peanut-butter like colour while their chest and underbelly are the dusky dark brown colour. And in human form they're both blonde. Ryan wears a very similar hat to Kingston, while Rena wears that shade of blue on her eyelids.

Rena:

THE DEFINITION of a switch XD It completely completely depends on her partner as to which roll she takes- but either way she kills. She can be a total dominatrix, knowing exactly how much force to use to make you cum, but also bat her eyelashes and make herself cry if she thinks that'll really get you going more. She loves both rolls, she doesn't have a preference XD (though... with Henry I think she's probably prefer to be the sweet little sub XD )

She's actually not a great dancer?? Its not her strength 😅 She's up to trying (Rena's up for anything), she'll get up on stage and work a pole good enough... but she ain't special. Not star-quality at all 😅 She's enthusiastic, though!! Haha.

HIGH sexual appetite. Like, this woman is always looking to fuck. Which is (part of) why she and Kingston go through their non-monogamous phases; sometimes he just can't keep up with her XD 😅 (or more like doesn't want to. He can-- he's just not quite as constantly horny as she is)

As I've said before- Rena is a femme fatale. A really fucked up, crazy, borderline depressed femme fatale, but a femme fatale all the same. And as such, she can be d a n g e r o u s l y sexy. I feel like I mostly talk about how batshit bonkers crazy she is, but she c a n often appear to be a mysterious and alluring creature. When she wants someone, she gets them. She's got amazing focus.

She w i l l t o t a l l y flash a person if she's dared to XD (so will Kingston).

Rena masturbates. A lot. Yes, she fucks a lot but sometimes she just... eh, doesn't feel like having anyone else there. She goes into moods where she hates everyone and can't bear to have anyone around her. And she's perfectly capable to give herself a mindblowing orgasm! Sometimes she's romantic with herself, lighting candles and taking herself slowly in the bath tub- and sometimes she dissapears into a dark corner or hallways and fingers herself quick and dirty.

Call her mommy!! Call her daddy!! She's so into it. Fuck yes she's your mommy. Who's your daddy?

Ryan:

Ryan is more a lover then a fucker. He wants to treat his girl (or gentleman caller) with respect- but oh my goddddddd he will drive you crazy. You'll want him to use you so bad. And he will... but it'll really take some convincing. And he may have to be a little pissed off, too.

Yes, Ryan may prefer to treat you nicely during sex... but that doesn't mean he's not in control. He will hold you perfectly still in order to eat you out properly, hold you down to pound you, hold your wrists together above your head, etc. He wants you to feel good!!

And- hell yes- Ryan loves to go down on his partner. Genuinly loves it. For his own pleasure as well as theirs. Whether it's a pretty pussy or a nice big cock he's gonna want it in and around his mouth.

Consent king. He taps articles of clothing before taking them off to get your permission, meticulously remembers even in the HOTTEST heat of the moment where you don't like being touched, leans in and waits for you to lean in the rest of the way. Also after-care king.

Very willing to fuck his friends. Kingston? Definitely!! He loves Kingston! If his best buddy wants an orgasm he'll take care of it. Wheezy? That guy is objectively hot as hell and he doesnt mind admitting it- so no he doesn't mind fucking him, at all. Poppy? If she's into it he'll take such good care of her ^^ Show her, platonically, how she should be getting fucked.

If Ryan were in the digital age- he would be e x c e l l e n t at dick pics and videos. No awkward shots of the head, no no. He's good at this. He'll send a picture of his hard cock hugged in tight underpants, he'll send a video of him adjusting this very obvious bulge. He'll tease you to death until finally he sends you a video of him pumping it. He likes dick too- he knows what we wanna see XD 😂

BONUS: Extra Kingston

THESE ARE TOTALLY HIM XDDD

[odiesbun]

Its just my old work, sorry.

There may be errors in the text, as my native language is not English. Thank you for your likes!

WARNINGS: fluff, mentions of sex(?nsfw?), a little weird humor from the author and your author just wants kisses.

Number of characters in the text: 4916

♡Chan♡

- Shoulders.

Chan really likes to cuddle, so when your back is against his chest while he's making music, he'll always leave a few kisses on your shoulders.

In fact, he's willing to kiss every part of your body several times, showing how much he loves you, but he still prefers shoulder kisses.

Besides the shoulder, sometimes he might kiss your neck or behind your ear.

"Haha, baby, you don't have to ask for my kisses, I'll still kiss you every five minutes because I love you soooo much."

In a demonstration of his love, he hugs you even tighter and leaves more kisses on your shoulders!

♡Lee Know♡

- Lips.

Minho would go crazy if he kissed you on the lips one more time, but he keeps doing it almost minute by minute.

If you let him, he'd kiss you every second, knocking all the air out of your lungs and making you gasp.

Plus, Minho knows a lot of kissing techniques, so he can start with a simple smack on the lips and end with a passionate kiss.

For Lee Know, kissing on the lips is most important because he considers it the most intimate thing, plus, you both like it.

"Aah, come on, your new lipstick is driving me crazy! Why can't I kiss you right now!"

♡Changbin♡

- Hand brushes.

Just imagine Changbin kissing the back of your hand and you'll know what I'm thinking right now.

In fact, Changbin is a big romantic who kisses your hand every time you give him your wrist.

For example, you walk up the stairs to your apartment and before letting you in, Changbin gallantly asks for your hand.

"My lady, would you allow me to take your lovely hand? Thank you, you are so kind to me."

YES, Changbin has a probable fetish for your hand, but let's not talk about that now…

♡Hyunjin♡

- Top of the head.

Hyunjin loves kissing the top of your head because his height is tall enough that he is able to kiss you right there!

Kisses on the top of your head from Hyunjin are always spontaneous and you don't know when to expect them.

He can just get up next to you while you're sitting on your phone, cooking or doing other things and then just kiss you on the top of your head and just walk away.

"I just like doing this, do you mind?"

And he knows very well that you will NEVER mind him kissing you.

He's a very crafty boy.

♡Han♡

- Neck.

Well, I just think that Jisung would be a fan of kissing your neck, not only intimately, but romantically, as a show of affection.

Like Hyunjin, he makes those kisses spontaneous.

You're just watching the movie as Han starts kissing your neck and smiles contentedly.

You're like ???

"Oh, no, it's nothing like that, I just like kissing your neck because you're so cute!~"

But EVERYWHERE he prefers to kiss your tummy. It's a little weird, but yes, he LOVES doing it.

♡Felix♡

- Cheeks.

Felix really likes your cheeks, no matter what they look like or if they have freckles on them. He really LOVES them.

Kissing your cheek in your relationship is not only a welcoming gesture, but also a comforting gesture.

When you're sad or not feeling well, Felix sits affectionately beside you on the bed, gently hugging you and kissing your cheeks.

"Baby, are you feeling better? Yes? I'm glad my kisses are helping you, then I'll do it a lot more often!"

And Felix is just as okay with you kissing his cheek back. Especially on the spot where he has freckles.

♡Seungmin♡

- Temple and forehead.

These kisses are so sweet that Seungmin will melt every time he kisses you there and watch your reeks intently.

Since Seungmin isn't very good at expressing his love with words (well, personally I think so), he'll probably show it through actions.

You'll sleep peacefully and he'll walk around the bed whispering about how sweet you are and kissing you on the temple and forehead.

"Oh, honey, I'm so lucky to have you, I love you so much."

Well, he also kisses you on the temple as soon as you wake up.

I just want a kiss on the temple ;(

♡Jeongin♡

- Stomach and Chest.

Jeongin often lies on top of you, so kissing you on your chest and stomach has become a regular habit of his.

You're watching something on your phone as Jeongin suddenly falls on top of you and kisses your belly, giggling mischievously.

At first it seemed rather ticklish and you were both embarrassed, but later you got so used to it that Jeongin kisses your stomach and breasts more often than his lips.

"You're just so soft here, I can't help but kiss you… Can I call you my bun because you're so soft and sweet?"

[whirling-fangs]

Painted fingernails glimmer over the radio button; the bass stops rumbling under the back seats as Douma finally turns the music down just enough for his voice to be heard. It's an open road, without much traffic, so the speed meter is almost at its top.

" Yeah. Yes, I took him to the doctors today. No, turns out it wasn't rabies, so, you can tell Mei-Mei not to worry about the bite. " Mobile wedged between his chin and shoulder, Douma has been chatting up his various girlfriends incessantly during the ride. His erratic driving only makes the experience that much more stressful.

" Hm? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I might drop by tonight. I just need someone to watch him for me. ... what ? Babe! Are you out of your mind? Haha giiirl you're so crazy! Do they even have a kiddie pool at the party? ... Yeah he can swim... ? I think so. " Prismatic eyes momentarily snap to the rear view mirror, just as Douma makes a sharp turn that would most certainly shake his backseat passenger a little.

" Inosuke? Hello? Earth to Inosuke? " He chews a smile, briefly addressing the woman on the line. " Girl, stop! Staaaahp, I told you he's not slow! He just hasn't been properly socialized, the poor thing. " But he was cackling alongside her all the same.

" Inosuke would you like to go to a party with me later? There will be music! And a pool! And I'm pretty sure- babygirl, do they still have that petting zoo in the backyard? Oh, really! Inosuke! There will be a petting zoo! " He pauses, as the girl on the phone is barely heard laughing about something. Douma visibly restrains his own smile, then.

" ... and lots of food, goodies, stuff like that. You can wear that one-piece I got you. You'll look soooo cute in it~ "

(( cursed modern verse :D ))

Granted, Inosuke had found the speed to be rather amusing at first. The way the landscape zoomed past the car's windows was rather exhilarating, but the grating voice cackling on top of the engine's roar had gradually taken the fun out of this little outing.

He was still rather grumpy about the entire doctor ordeal. Cotton sticks shoved into his mouth, and he wasn't even allowed to bite the doctor's gloved fingers off. All of this for absolutely nothing in the end. When the doctor came back with the results, Inosuke was rather disappointed to hear that he had failed whatever test they'd been running.

That bitch had deserved the bite, anyway. Her fault for grabbing his cheeks without a warning.

Inosuke chuckled to himself at the memory of the woman writhing and screeching in agony, while prismatic eyes watched the scene with an unreadable expression that Inosuke hoped was shock and horror. There was no way to tell what this bastard was really thinking.

The sound of his name tore the boy away from his contemplations. His raised middle finger would be the only answer Douma would earn at first.

If hell was a place on earth, it had to be at this party thing.

"... pools are stupid. If I want water, I can just get it from the tap or the river. Loud music sucks. And zoos are dumb too. Animals aren't s'posed to be kept in cages, you moron."

A quick glare of the boy's emerald eyes, piercing into the rearview mirror with the clear intent to shatter it out of sheer will. He wasn't about to mention that he couldn't sleep, and that the mere thought of deep waters made his chest tighten.

"I'm only coming for the food. If a single of your bitches even touches me, I'm eating their entire hand this time. And I'm wearing whatever I want!"

He pulled on the strings of his hood, allowing his face to further disappear into its shadow, his nose diving into the collar to better keep the pungeant smell of smoke out of his nostrils. Boar ears comically flopped on top of his cranium at the pull on the hood's fabric.

"... the purple old man's gonna be here too, right? I'm not coming if he's not."

[chaoskiro]

[ID: A digitally painted comic with watercolour-like dark lines:

Panel 1 shows Ladybug looking into the middle distance with a hand to her cheek. A speech bubble reads: Hey, My Lady!

Panel 2 shows Chat Noir and Ladybug sitting side by side. Chat Noir is looking at Ladybug who has slumped shoulders. Chat Noir says: ...everything okay? To which Ladybug responds: SIGH. I'm fine - well... maybe I could use some advice? It'd be nice to have another opinion...

Panel 3 shows Ladybug with furrowed eyebrows doing finger quotation marks and saying: My other friend keeps just saying "communicate with him"

Chat Noir is smiling beside her and responds: Haha sounds reasonable. To which she answers: No it's not shut up.

Panel 4 shows Ladybug with a wobbly mouth holding a hand to her face a drop of water running down her cheek as she looks of to the side saying: Just... this is really embarrassing so promise you won't laugh...

Chat Noir holds a hand to his chest and has closed eyes while responding: I would never!

Lady bug continues with: Okay so...

Panel 5 shows Lady Bug with big shining eyes and a blush holding her hands together in front of her and saying: I think my boyfriend's not attracted to me. (This is all written without spaces in between the words)

Chat Noir leans towards her with wide open eyes shouting: What!!

Panel 6 shows Ladybug looking just as distraught saying: I mean- he loves me! I'm sure he does! He's super sweet and attentive and romantic but- but-

Chat Noir is looking at her the corners of his muth down-turned and wide open eyes.

Panel 7 shows Chat Noir grabbing his chin and looking to the side with question marks around his face as a speech bubble reads: Like- physically?? Almost nothing! I just feel like he's barely interested! Getting a reaction out of him is like pulling teeth and I feel like he's barely interested in anything like- y'know- and when I try to do things to "drive him crazy" just- nothing!

Panel 8 shows Chat Noir looking at Ladybug with one eyebrow cocked and a hand held out in explanation saying: Well there's your problem, My Lady. You've fallen into a trap.

Ladybug is grabbing her face. She's blushing and looking at Chat Noir with big wet eyes as she says: A trap?

Panel 9 shows Chat Noir with a lifted pointer finger explaining: What you're expecting of him is just something that happens in movies. Nobody actually feels any of that stuff or gets "driven crazy" like that-

Ladybug responds: Oh my god.

Panel 10 shows Ladybug looking into the middle distance with drawn together eyebrows and half open mouth saying: Of course. The person I come to for advice on this matter is asexual.

Chat Noir is looking at her with one eyebrow lifted as he exclaims: What?

Panel 11 shows Chat Noir with a hand to his chest saying: I'm not asexual! I have a girfriend - who I love very much - and I've even played Super Penhuino before and found it sort of enjoyable -

Ladybug is looking at her Miraculous typing on it.

Panel 12 shows Ladybug holding the Miraculous up to Chat Noir. The screen reads: Asexuality and the various ways it's experienced. There's scribbly lines underneath to suggest more text.

Panel 13 shows Chat Noir looking at the Miraculous with raised eyebrows and wide open eyes and mouth. various mathematical symbols around his face.

Ladybug is sitting beside him with her head leaned on her chin as she says: Anyway, your perspective on my problem is irrelevant because my problem is definitely that there's something wrong with me specifically

End ID]

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