#joy drabbles

[plistommy]

Eddie thought Steve wouldn’t want to bottom since he’s only ever been with girls before, so he’d be more comfortable being the one on the top.

And Eddie was totally fine with that.

But then when the moment came, both of them naked and making out on top of Eddie’s bed after a long day without seeing each other, Steve had nervously rushed out the question.

Or more like the plea.

A plea of Eddie fucking Steve.

And Eddie?

He had been so close to start screaming out of pure joy as he dove into to give Steve a deep kiss, making the younger boy melt under him.

”I would love to fuck you, sweetheart. I can’t think of anything better.”

Steve had blushed so prettily under him, big eyes filled with lust as Eddie had kissed his neck, leaving marks there before he moved down Steve’s body to between his long and spread legs.

He had opened Steve slowly with his fingers, made him a trembling and moaning mess as Eddie kept his dark eyes on him. He wouldn’t dare to look away, not when Steve was so beautiful.

When he had his cockhead against Steve’s hole, he leaned down and gave Steve a long and deep kiss, swallowing all of the boy's moans as he finally pushed in.

They held hands as Eddie fucked Steve. Moaned and whined together when Eddie thrusted deep inside Steve, making the younger boy cry out as he felt overwhelmingly full by Eddie’s cock.

”You’re perfect, Steve. So gorgeous.”

Steve had whined for his name and arched his back as he came all over their sweaty bodies.

Eddie had tucked his arms under Steve’s shoulders and held him close to his body as he chased for his own release, whispering praises against Steve’s lips.

When he came too, moaning and kissing Steve, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was.

”Just…. Wow. Eddie, you’re… wow.”

Eddie let out a breathless laugh as he leaned back a little, looking down at Steve and his messed up hair.

”Yeah?”

”Uh-huh.” Steve nodded, smiling up at him, ”I’ve never felt this good.”

Eddie kissed Steve’s cheek and chin, giving soft and teasing nips as Steve giggled under his weight, legs still wrapped around Eddie’s hips.

”So, a success?” Eddie grins, feeling really good and so freaking happy that he gets to have Steve like this.

Steve snorts and pushes Eddie’s hair back so his bangs are out of his face, leaving his forehead visible that Steve wants to kiss. And he does, making Eddie grin even more as his necklace dangles between their bodies.

”Yeah. Definitely a success.”

[coolpointsetta]

“no, roy doesn’t like me like that.” jamie insists while the team is at the bar. “roy hates me still. love ain’t on the table.”

everyone shares a glance, unable to really believe that.

isaac watched as jamie wordlessly walked over to where roy was eating lunch and handed over his clementines. roy peeled them without breaking conversation with beard and nate, going so far as to peel the little white bits off too before handing the clementine back. everyday jamie does that, and everyday roy peels them without complaint. if that’s not love, isaac doesn’t know what is.

sam overheard as jamie talked for several minutes about something so random and inconsequential to their daily lives, but roy listened. he didn’t say a word, didn’t interrupt other than to add a little tidbit of his own to the story. there was a small smile on the corner of his lips and his eyes were bright. it didn’t matter how boring the topic was, roy wanted to hear it. if that’s not love, sam doesn’t know what is.

the whole team witnessed roy coming into the locker room before training and saw jamie wasn’t there. they all watched as roy began to pace around his office, head down and not speaking to anyone. that is, until jamie came strolling into the locker room a minute before training started, drinks in his hand; one for him and one for roy. jamie knows roy’s coffee order by heart. if that’s not love, the team doesn’t know what is.

keeley pointed out that whenever roy says something that causes the team to laugh, he always looks at jamie to see if he’s laughing. if jamie’s not, roy adds to the joke until he does. if that’s not love, she doesn’t know what is.

“and,” jan says pointedly. “the two of you were kissing in the boot room yesterday.”

“yeah, out of hate!” jamie defends even when everyone starts laughing uncontrollably.

[luxesiren]

hantengu drabble

(✧) warnings; smut, pussy eating, pussy drunk!pleasure, hate sex, degradation, soft sex, fingering, teasing, and overstimulation (mention)

(✧) author’s note; hi! enjoy this little drabble i wrote up to tease my other girlies on discord😋

pussydrunk!pleasure

- thinking about pussy drunk pleasure, they would get drunk from the taste of you and i mean, drunk, their eyes rolling in the back of their head and just sloppily eating your cunt until you cum. even when you’ve cum, they won’t stop, they’ll keep sucking at your clit and their tongue would curl and lick up your slick and cum making you moan and cry for more but also try to push them away from the overstimulation but they wouldn’t allow that. hands gripping tightly on your thighs as they bring you to another orgasm, eyes closed this time nothing but the sounds of your cries on repeat in their ears.

hate sex w/ anger

- they’re mad at you. it doesn’t matter what you did, you could’ve simply breathed around them but that was enough to send them spiraling. your back arched and fingers ripping into the sheets as they roughly take you, your cunt clenching and clamping down on their dick and nothing but hateful words coming from the both of you. “fuck, i hate you.”

“yeah? for someone who hates me you seem to be enjoying yourself, fucking yourself on my dick like a slut” the degrading words said with such spite and venom. it didn’t matter how much you hated each other, you would still be in this same position tomorrow and the next day and the next day…

soft sex w/ sorrow

- your fingers laced together as they thrust into softly, slowly, almost as if they were teasing you. your legs hooked around their waist and pulling them impossibly closer, nails scratching down their back as you moan quietly into their ear. it was rough day, almost losing you took a toll on them and they wanted to make sure that they would never lose you. whispers of “i love you” and “i can’t lose you” filling your ears, another moan slipping from your lips as they thrust into you, picking up the pace before slowing down and rolling their hips, just the way you like, hitting that part of you that makes you tremble and cum.

teasing w/ joy

- now they love to tease, they love playing around and they get a kick out of how angry you get when you don’t get what you want. their fingers curling inside of you, dragging against your walls and making you bite down on your lip. you beg them to make you cum and all they can do is laugh, “promising” to make you cum with their fingers only to pull them out and stop for a second letting the high of almost cumming die down before pushing their fingers back into your pussy and moving them faster, your back arching and your hand grabbing onto their wrist as they laugh again, pulling their fingers out yet again. they do this over and over before you finally get to cum and they look at you and ask, “wasn’t that fun?”

© 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 | do not copy, steal, or repost on wattpad or ao3. reblogs and comments are appreciated.

[withacapitalp]

Hurricane Joy

Written for the STWG Daily Prompt "applesauce". This is just a little snippet of a universe where Steve's parents left him with a little half sister, and he and Eddie are dancing around some feelingsssss

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“Joy, I’ll pay you five bucks to eat. You want five bucks? You can do so many things with five bucks!” 

“Careful there, Harrington. Don’t all those parenting books say bargaining with children develops bad habits?” Eddie asked as he entered the kitchen, finding Steve sitting in front of Joy with applesauce absolutely covering both of their faces. 

“They’ve never had to take on Hurricane Joy and the applesauce of doom,” Steve groaned, pouting in Eddie’s direction as he walked further into the room, pausing to pat Steve on the back as he approached the two. 

“So how is our baby bean today?” Eddie asked, pressing an exaggerated kiss to the top of Joy’s head and listening to her squeal in glee as he did. 

Sure, she had been named after Joyce, but a part of Eddie was honestly convinced that Joy had heard her name once and then made it her mission to live up to it every single second of the day. Even her epic meltdown moments ended up being funny to watch. 

“Well she’s happy as a clam, but breakfast has taken,” Steve paused to look at his watch, sighing and shaking his head when he saw the time, “Over an hour. Applesauce is my enemy, Eds, I swear to god it is.” 

“Well maybe if you stop making faces at her it would go faster,” Eddie suggested, barely holding back his laughter as Steve gave him the world’s bitchiest look before turning back to Joy with renewed vigor. 

“I’m not making faces,” Steve said, continuing to make weird faces at the baby as he tried and failed to spoon applesauce into her mouth. Joy cooed at her brother’s antics, smiling a bright gummy smile as the applesauce dribbled out of her mouth. 

“C’mon, Joy, work with me,” Steve begged, holding out the spoon, “Don’t you love me? Don’t you want me to be happy?” 

Joy burbled, grabbing at the spoon and trying to yank it out of Steve’s grip, flinging applesauce everywhere as she did. Eddie dodged the bit that had been heading for his hair, trying not to burst into laughter as he watched a glob land directly in the middle of Steve’s forehead. 

“Maybe her favorite babysitter should give it a shot?” Eddie offered, trying to act like he wasn’t dying from laughter inside. Most of the time Steve took things fine, but Eddie knew there was a deeply hidden part of his best friend that took every single ‘failure’ as even more evidence he wasn’t cut out to raise his half-sister on his own. 

“Her favorite babysitter is Wayne and you know it,” Steve said with a sigh, voluntarily releasing the spoon and walking over to the sink to wash himself off. 

“Yes, but Wayne was the one who used to get me to eat when I was in silly moods too,” Eddie replied, unable to keep from changing his tone to complete babytalk as he sat in front of Joy. It was just impossible to not want to make those chubby cheeks turn up into a big grin, “Yes he was. I was a silly boy just like you’re a silly silly girl!” 

Joy wiggled in her high chair, slapping her hands down on the tray table as she babbled. 

“And how exactly did he do that?” Steve asked dryly, wiping his face on a clean washcloth and tossing it over his shoulder as he leaned against the sink. 

“Usually with pliers and a crowbar,” Eddie immediately shot back. 

He waited for a few seconds, watching Steve get paler and paler until he was forced to put the man out of his misery. 

“Kidding! Geez, Stevie, lighten up.”

“Sorry I guess I’m just nervous,” Steve said, flapping a hand as he walked closer, reaching down with the washcloth to clean up Joy’s face, “Since it’s the first time…”

He trailed off with a sigh, avoiding eye contact with Eddie and focusing on Joy. Completely unaware, she looked up at her brother, sticking her tongue out and cackling to herself as she did. 

She truly was the world’s cutest baby, but Eddie had someone equally cute he needed to focus his attention on. 

“Everything’s fine now, I promise.” Eddie said, putting down the cup and spoon and coaxing Steve into a hug. He held Steve tight, feeling the other boy clinging on just as hard, burrowing his face into Eddie’s shoulder as he released the tension that had been holding him hostage since the moment Eddie walked in.

It made sense that Steve was so frazzled. This was the first time he was leaving Joy home without him.  

“You’ll go to your shift, you’ll come home with a VHS, we’ll put the baby down, and we’ll celebrate, just you and me” Eddie said, laying the day out in easy to follow steps and hoping that would ease some of Steve’s anxiety, “Me and Joy will stay here the whole day. The only place we’ll go is in the backyard, and I’ll make sure she wears a jacket and shoes if we do,” 

“Starting to sound pretty domestic there Munson,” Steve mumbled, but Eddie could hear the smile on his lips. 

“I’m a regular Lucy Ricardo,” Eddie declared, pulling away from Steve and gently pushing him towards the door, “Now shoo. Go bring home the bacon, Big Daddy.” 

Steve turned red in a second, even the tips of his ears burning a dusty rouge as he shoved Eddie away and spluttered for something to say. It was a lot harder for Steve to think of snappy comebacks now that he had implemented a no cursing rule in the house, and Eddie was planning on taking advantage of that in every way he could. 

Joy was amazing for everything she did, even the unintentional things. 

“I love you, baby. I’ll be home soon. You be a good girl for Eddie,” Steve crooned, giving Joy a thousand kisses before he turned to leave, pausing for a second before walking back over and pressing a firm kiss to Eddie’s cheek. 

“Be home at five, Darling. You better have dinner in the oven and waiting,” Steve ordered, flashing Eddie a tricky little grin before he disappeared out the door. Eddie blinked rapidly at the air in front of him, as if he could will Steve back into existence so he could demand to know exactly what the fuck had just happened. 

“Your brother’s trying to kill me, Joy.” Eddie moaned, hiding his face behind his hair as Joy continued to shout nonsense words in his direction

[lilacthebooklover]

Shadowvanilla with prompt 35

35. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“You heard me!” Shadow Milk smiles sharply. His voice is playful as ever, but the glint in his eyes is deadly serious. Pure Vanilla listens closely as the mirth in his tone evaporates, that unearthly stare boring into him more intensely than ever before. “Take. It. Off.”

Subconsciously, the healer feels his hand drift towards his Soul Jam. It thrums with power beneath his fingers, simultaneous reassurance and warning pulsating through the azure jewel. It clings to his robes like it knows what will happen if it is removed, and Pure Vanilla finds himself shaking his head before he even realises what he’s doing.

“No,” he says, voice definite. Shadow Milk is capable of putting him through torture beyond comprehension, but Pure Vanilla will not falter. He can’t afford to, not when so much is at stake. He steels his gaze, tightens his grip, and offers a denial that can only be met with fury.

As expected, the world twists and warps around him, the warm, fuzzy edges of his dreamlike prison distorting into a tangle of blackened tendrils, creeping and twisting and grabbing. Pure Vanilla is safe when he’s awake. That doesn’t stop Shadow Milk from trying to convince him to surrender when unconscious. The Dark Side of the Moon is an otherworldly place; in a sense, Pure Vanilla wonders if he ever sleeps at all, anymore. He certainly doesn’t feel rested just then.

“No?” The jester echoes finally, head tilting eerily to the side. Pure Vanilla does his best not to shudder at the anger he feels emanating from Shadow Milk in waves. “Hmm. You know,” His voice dips into something between a purr and a growl, tracing his finger down Pure Vanilla’s jaw. The Beast is a master of deception, and Pure Vanilla knows as much. That doesn’t stop the urge he feels to lean into the first warm touch he’s felt in what feels like centuries. “This would be so much easier if you stopped resisting. So stubborn, Vanilly! I’d be impressed if it wasn’t so infuriating.” 

The grip on his jaw tightens, and Pure Vanilla desperately hopes that determination masks the fear in his eyes as they’re wrenched towards Shadow Milk’s own. He’s too close, Pure Vanilla thinks distantly, sickening anxiety slithering under his skin. The scorching, gentle touch he provides is something the healer both despises and craves, and he hates himself for the latter.

“No matter,” Shadow Milk softens again, stroking against Pure Vanilla’s cheek. He should fight back. He doesn’t. “You’ll come around eventually.” The steady tick of a clock begins to echo in Pure Vanilla’s ears, unnatural and loud and far too damning.

“It’s only a matter of time.”

[traumxrei-archive]

【 don't be afraid to get close 】

prompt #1: He had them against the wall but now he can’t stop looking at their mouth… (ft. jamil viper + riddle rosehearts)

gn! prefect (you/yours), drabbles, word count: 737 words

a/n: i said i'd delete requests, but i figured out that writing them out as hcs was a lot faster aND more fun for me. so. the rest of my 600 followers event fics will be in hc format >:DD had lots of fun writing for mr rosehearts and mr viper, so enjoy

Riddle Rosehearts

The one thing that peeved Riddle more than anything was when a uniform was worn incorrectly. So when he saw you walking around the halls with a loosened tie of all things, he knew he had to intervene.

"Prefect?" You looked at him with a slight smile. "Could you come with me for a minute?" You followed him easily to a more secluded part of the hallway, where Riddle could finally grab at your very loose tie.

"Prefect, as i've emphasized, it is important to keep your appearance as neat as possible," Riddle lectured as he continued to tie the knot. "It not only helps with cleanliness, but also with confide–"

Riddle's gaze flitted up. Big mistake.

He tried not to flinch at the proximity of your face to his. He was definitely not paying attention to the curve of your cheek or the part of your lips. Sevens, your lips looked so soft, he wondered if–

He dropped the tie like he was burned

You raised an eyebrow, "Is this how the great Heartslabyul housewarden ties a tie?"

And Riddle went red. He was sure he was flushing down the base of his neck, but he couldn't get his mouth to work.

"Senpai," There was a hand at his arm, tugging while you innocently tilted your head. "Did you get distracted by something?"

Great Queen of Hearts, Riddle was not going to make it out of here alive.

"O-of course not," Riddle forced out, his voice coming out unnaturally high. "I was merely just...we were standing very close together...."

He shut his mouth, intent on salvaging whatever petty pride he still had left. He then grabbed the tie with shaky hands, working at it once again as if he didn't just flush his rapport with you down the drain just seconds before.

Once the tie was done, Riddle sighed with relief, smoothing the material before letting it go.

"Thanks senpai," You said, before leaning in close and– Riddle shut his eyes, a light pressure landing on his cheek. He opened his eyes to see you smiling as you waved, heading to class as if nothing happened.

Riddle, on the other hand, crouched on the ground. He would never be able to get the flush out of his cheeks.

Jamil Viper

Jamil had a love-hate relationship with rain. but today he was bordering on the "hate" side. He was completely drenched, caught off guard by the rain as he quickly ducked into an alcove, tugging you behind him.

He cursed, pulling out two towels from his gym bag, "It's clean." At your questioning look he elaborated, "I bring two because Floyd always tries to steal mine."

Jamil draped the towel over your head, helping you dry your hair out of habit. He was secretly pleased as you let him do as he wanted.

However, he didn't realize how intimate of a situation he had created for himself until he felt you reaching over with the towel in your hand to help him.

That was when Jamil's gaze slid to the wall that he had backed you into, before dropping down to your lips.

Oh.

Jamil averted his eyes, trying hard to school his expression into neutrality. He picked up his pace, swiping at the water with renewed vigor until—

"Jamil?" A small silence. "Hm?" His reply came late, too busy focusing on a droplet of water as it traced down your face, wishing it was his fingers instead.

"You...look like you want a kiss."

Jamil swallowed, throat dry because he had been completely exposed. How was it that you were able to know his feelings so easily?

He saw the nervousness flit across your expression at the prolonged silence, so he let himself speak, "And...what if i do?"

You tugged at the towel around his neck, pulling him that much closer. His lips met yours clumsily, the cold of the rain fleeing for something warmer. He couldn't help but hold you closer, bridging the gap to feel the slide of your skin against his.

As he pulled back, Jamil wasn't sure what was louder, the sound of the rain pelting the roofs, or the sound of his heartbeat in his ears.

"Was that okay?" You asked tentatively, and Jamil all but wanted to laugh.

Instead he smirked, letting his cold fingers press against the warmth of your cheek, "i think i'll need a few more of those to warm up, ya sukar."

thank you for reading this far ^^ if you'd like to see the rest of the 600 followers event, find it here, and if you want to see more of my writing, go check out my masterlist <3 (p.s. to the people asking, 'ya sukar' means 'my sugar' >:D)

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Idea:

Docile Werewolves that live in a sci-fi setting on a terraformed moon.

However, they don't actually know they are werewolves due to their stress-free environment, and are basically born in their Werebeast form. Many who visit this moon who know call them "Moon Huskies" because of how friendly, fluffy, and dramatic they are and can be.

And then one day a human visits... and gets turned by accident. It was bound to happen one day, but no one expected it to be that day. It was inevitable.

(Turns out getting licked on a bleeding cut is just as effective as getting bit when it comes to becoming big ouppy)

Field Notes

Study: Canis lunare in their natural habitat Author: M. Wagid Date/time: Tue Mar 19 17:36 2811 UTC Location: Vallis Rheita, 41.5°S 50.9°E Subjects present: 11 (4 juveniles)

As predicted in previous entries all data collection will fall to me for the foreseeable future. Dr. Cyran has not been able to regain her human form since her sudden transformation three days ago. Visually she is now indistinguishable from the other lunar wolves. Communication with her is proving challenging. (She is extremely impatient and growls at me.)

The subject who seems to be responsible for her transformation by his attempt to help her after the minor injury sustained on [exact date??] has not left her side. He is frequently showing behaviours associated with shame and apology (nonverbal communication #7 and #8, alternating with #11). Dr. Cyran seems unable to communicate with the other wolves the way they do amongst themselves, but still understands me perfectly.

My current hypothesis is that we are not dealing with an indigenous lunar species as previously thought, but a lost lunar colony populated with humans, who afterwards developed a distinct type of lycanthropy. This must have been the work of many generations. Subjects seem as shocked by this incident as we are.

I suggested a medical return to Earth to Dr. Cyran, but she snapped at me. Will continue to work on language barrier.

[tinalbion]

Hi!! I am OBSESSED with Rusty Nail atm, so I was wondering how he would react to a wife reader who has really bad anxiety?

Thanks for the amazing content :)

-phantom

Oh you absolutely can!

I apologize for the EXTREME lateness of this, I fell into the void, I got back into art and I just sorta got taken over by drawing, but I've been craving to write again and I am missing my truck driver man, so let's get right back into it! Anytime you need some Rusty, I am here for you!

Rusty Comforting You When You're Dealing with Anxiety ||

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: None - Comfort, fluff

𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: 1k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Rusty tries his best to help you when you're feeling anxious

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐓𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

Rusty wouldn't have picked up on it right away when you two started seeing each other, he just figured that all people have their quirks, and everyone is different, but the more he pays attention to you, the more he's led to believe it's not just a part of your everyday habits. He kept a watchful eye on you after one particular night when you felt yourself slowly spiraling out of control, and you had simply tried to play it off that you were fine. But Rusty knew you weren't, everything he knew about you said otherwise. 

Anxiety was fickle and yours acted up in any situation, anything could trigger it, and you despised it. One moment you sat there beside Rusty, your eyes fluttering closed as you drifted off, and then your brain would go into overthinking mode, which made you snap your eyes open and stare ahead as you tried your best to calm down. Rusty wasn't well suited nor capable of dealing with ways to calm you, but he learned over time being married to you.

Whether it was something simple like bringing you a warm cup of whatever beverage you preferred to calm your nerves, or he remembered to pick up one of your favorite snacks from the gas station he stopped in, it was always in the back of his mind to think of things that could make you happy, to ease you into comfort. But most times, he would offer himself.

The large man would always practically wrap around your entire body when he held you, and you clung to him and refused to let go as he would sit there with you, making sure you did some deep breaths in through your nose and out of your mouth. He didn't have many words of wisdom to impart upon you, but who needed them when he would speak to you in that low tone you found so soothing? His large hand would caress your back, making sure he spoke to you calmly about anything and everything. 

��Hey now, you're alright, ain't ya?” He would ask you. “You're here, I'm here. I gotchu,” he cooed. “Yer alright, I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

“Promise?” “Course I promise.”

His voice was a source of comfort to you, you were always so attracted to his voice, and you had heard the range from anger to softness. No matter the situation, you focused on that and it grounded you for the most part. You’d curl up into his side, and no matter what you were feeling, his warmth, his largeness, it always enveloped you and made you feel tranquility like nothing else. Once you two had bonded, he fully believed that you would be his forever and vice versa, so he took the ‘in sickness and in health’ vow very seriously. He was quick to anger in some situations, but when it came to you, he had all the patience in the world, and he would do his best to walk you through it.

Whenever you had the attention span to sit down and discuss your anxiety with him, you would tell him things that could help you, and coming from him, it would mean the world to you if he could attempt anything to get you to destress. 

So that’s what he did, and whatever the reason why you were feeling the way you were that day, he’d guide you by your hand and have you sit down either on the sofa or outside on the porch. He knew fresh air helped most days, or if he was out on the road, he’d immediately find a place to pull over so he could walk you through it. No matter what, he wanted to be your source of safety, and if it meant prolonging a job, he’d do it. 

He likes to make sure you’re aware he’s there, whether its placing his massive hand on the small of your back, your thigh, or your knee. He finds it comforting for himself if he physically shows you that he’s there for you. He also hopes that you’re able to understand that this is the way he is when it comes to being there for you. Even if you have to cry to let out your frustrations, he will hold you and let you do whatever it was you needed to do. 

Another thing he took notice of is that you like to steal his undershirts. “They smell like you!” you’d say, pouting if he tried to take it. So he’d give you one of his shirts to wear when you were having a particularly bad day. He slowly but surely became aware of your moods and how they could fluctuate, but he found you to be one of the most precious people on the planet. You accepted him and all of his faults, he’d never deny yours, so he vowed to take care of you. 

Doesn’t matter what time of day it is, if he deems it necessary, he’s going upstairs, running you a bath, and then he’s making you lay down with him just to relax your muscles. You were always tense, always bouncing your leg, or just trying to find busy work whenever you were unable to perform anything, especially that one time you had forgotten about the food cooking on the stovetop. Thankfully, Rusty was home and not out on the job, he was able to save a few of the side dishes before a fire started, but he didn’t blame you for it. Ever since then, he understood that this was something more and he constantly kept an eye on you, took notice of how you spoke to him, and would easily pick up on tone of voice and body language. 

Rusty can understand taking care of someone who offends you, a physical person he can easily dispose of and watch the life drain from their eyes for treating you in such a way. But this? It was a challenge to be sure, but he wasn’t too old of a dog to learn new tricks, and he was trying to make more of an effort since you always went out of your way for him. 

[magicxc]

Stay With You

Pairings: Trevante Rhodes x Black Reader x Aldis Hodge

Word Count: 1652

Warnings: double penetration, hand job, cream pies

BBJ Masterlist

“Y’all when I said let's go camping, I was thinking something along the lines of smores, maybe even a cute lil bonfire,” I ranted. “But to be out here in natures ass crack, the possible meal of a grizzly bear is where I draw the line. 

“Y/N, we’re in a makeshift tent in the backyard, I doubt a grizzly is making it this far into the city,” Aldis sighed. 

“And if he does, we’ll hear him,” Trevante added. 

“Was that supposed to make me feel better?”

“This is practice Y/N, you stay complaining like this on the real campsite and a grizzly will be the least of your worries.”

“Aldi, is that a threat?” I gasped. 

“No, it’s a warning, so take heed.” 

“Ohhh Aldiii, you giving out warnings now?” Trevante mocked. 

Deadpanning Tre, I look over to Aldis to assess what the problem really is. 

“Aldi, you know I don’t do the whole nature thing, but I’m legitimately trying FOR YOU." 

“You ain’t gotta try if all you gone do is keep complaining,” he protested. 

“I AM -“

“Hey hey hey y’all enough,” Tre interrupted. “Let's put a pin in it before one of us says something we can’t take back. 

Always the peacemaker that one. Trevante is quite literally the definition of lover not a fighter, whereas Aldis on the other hand is my little hot head. We tend to clash from time to time, but we’re learning which buttons not to push. 

He’s been begging us to go camping for a minute now and I finally gave in last weekend, opting to do this only if I could work my way up there. Tre is no more keen to do it than I am, but pushed those feelings to the side for all the times Aldis has been so willing to try something for us. I guess it didn’t help that I’ve been bitching since we crawled inside here. 

Sighing, I apologized for my earlier whining and creeped over to his side of the tent to seal it with a kiss. He accepts it with a grumble, but the scowl on his face tells a different story. 

“Baby, I am so sorry for not coming in here with an open mind and if you let me, I’ll have us all making noises a grizzly wouldn’t dare interrupt.”

I get a small smile in return, but it’s not the heart melting one I’m used to seeing. 

“Please, forgive me and come morning I’ll fix your favorite breakfast.”

“There are no stoves in the woods,” Tre reminded. 

“Right, well I’ll do whatever it takes to survive in nature,” I promised. “No soap, no toothpaste, just a knife and my killer instincts.”

A chorus of woahs follows from both men, Aldis urging me to relax, emphasizing the idea that living in nature surrenders the use of modern technology not hygiene. 

“Yeah well I’ll stay clean ONLY if you forgive me,” I bargained. 

Chuckling, he leans in and pecks me on the lips, formally forgiving my prior tantrum. 

“Moving forward, I don’t wanna hear no lip and you’ll do exactly as I say,” he demanded.  

Wrapping my arms around his neck I lean in for another kiss, mumbling a yes sir. Deepening it, I feel Tre’s palm run across my ass, caressing its curves in the softest way. 

Aldis’ arms wrap around my waist, pulling me in closer as his lips run over mine, trailing down to my chin, my neck, and stopping just shy of my breast. 

“Now, tell me more about those non interrupting grizzly noises,” he says through light pecks. 

Shuffling off the floor Tre gets behind me, locking me in between them, sprinkling his fair share of kisses along my back in agreement with Aldis. 

Turning so that my body faces forward, I rest my arms on the shoulder of each man; leaning firstly into Tre and then into Aldi to swap a little bit of spit. 

“Well, for starters we’d need less clothes.“

“Like this shirt for instance,” Tre proposed as he tugged it off me. 

“And these pants,” Aldis added, unbuckling them. “They don’t really serve much purpose do they?”

Shaking my head no, I help them shed the rest of the clothes by ridding myself of the remaining undergarments. Now in my birthday suit, I watch as each man's clothing finds itself in a pile next to mine. 

Tongue slipping between teeth and over my lips, I can’t help the jolt of excitement that washes over me as I ready myself for both my men. Leaning over to Tre, I sink my teeth into his skin as I suck on his sweet spot, no doubt leaving a hickey - eager to mark him in the sexiest way. 

He breathes out soft, shy pants and I reach down to grab his semi hard dick as I stroke it back and forth. Dribbles of precum ooze from the tip and I drag my thumb forward to smear it against his length, allowing me to jerk him off a little more smoothly. 

Tilting over to my left, I lean into Aldis and dip my head into the firm arch of his shoulder blade, peppering his jaw in open mouth kisses; spots of saliva left behind after each one. 

He then grabs my left breast, his mouth swirling around the hardened nipple as my head tips back at the delicious sensation, quiet mewling tumbling past my lips. Tre follows suit with my other breast, tweaking and kneading before taking the nipple into his warm mouth. 

Hand gliding down Aldis’ lap, I stop at his girthy member, tracing over each thick vein while I softly run my hand over his nuts. Bringing my hand to my face, I spit in the palm and return it back to his length, this time stroking him with ease. 

Breathy moans follow, but it comes out muffled around my nipple and I take this chance to speed up in pace on both men, hoping to see their creamy finish. 

“Tell me how good this feels,” I whimpered. “Matter of fact, cum for me so I know it’s real.” 

Heated lips run along my skin, tongues leaving wet trails in their paths while hands get entangled with limbs and moans get engulfed into the noiseless night. My body feels hot with desire, eyelids fluttering closed, and mouth ajar, I couldn’t tell who was doing what but my movements never ceased; eager to bring my men over the edge. 

Their heavy breathing becomes more erratic, my cooing and encouragement having them spill onto me as my hands come to a slow stop and I lick each fist clean. 

Grabbing the back of my neck, Aldis pulls me in for a kiss, thumbs spreading my lips open to taste himself. Pulling away, I turn over to Tre and dive in for another round of tongue twisting, saliva trailing down our chins as we pull apart. 

“On all fours Y/N, you know wassup,” Aldi directed. 

“Yes sirrrr, Tre you on the bottom baby?” 

“I’m wherever you want me,” he winked. 

Lying down on his back, he helps position me on top of him, dick in hand as he watches me slowly slide down his length. A heavy gasp leaves us both at the heated feeling of being connected. After we adjust, he gives me a lazy smile, mouthing a quick I love you to which I eagerly return it.

“Ready for me angel?”

“Go for it Aldi.” 

“I’ll be your genie, Y/N, every fucking day if you let me,” he confides, smearing his cum between my ass. 

“Your every wish would be my command,” he continued, entering first with his finger. 

“You’re my beacon of light honey,” he insisted, adding in another digit. “In an otherwise bleak and cruel world.” 

“You both reassure me that all is not lost,” he chanted, driving his fingers into me, the pace deliciously unwavering. 

“Y’all have given me the joy to call you guys family,” he admitted, removing his fingers entirely. 

“But this ass? Oh this ass Y/N is what I can call home,” Aldis ended as he thrusted to the hilt. 

No matter how many times he’s entered my backdoor, I can never get used to his sheer size. He always knocks the wind out of me and I find myself planted face first into Tre’s chest, his hands cradling my jaws as I seep back into reality. Sweet nothings are whispered into my ear but it’s the driving force of their dicks that fully reels me into the present. 

“There she is,” Tre snickered. “I got you baby girl, don’t you worry.” 

I barely recognize the sounds coming from me, my words now indecipherable, cockdrunk and drooling as they tear me apart. Aldis wraps his hand around my throat, drawing me in to plaster my lips with sloppy kisses while Tre takes a hold of my waist to drive his dick further into me, my pussy stretched around his dick as his tongue explores the shape of my neck. 

My fingers are embedded into skin, whose I don’t know, but the crescent shaped marks will reveal it sooner or later. Tongue sliding against Aldis’ while Tre’s fingers dance every which way across my waist and thighs, I can’t help the howl that escapes me; grizzly bear be damned, my body feels worked over past its limits. 

The peak that I hit seems never ending, my soul paralyzed and heartbeat accelerating, while everything around me ceases to exist. I come down just in time enough to feel them splatter my walls simultaneously which elicits a minigasm of my own. 

Loud, labored panting is all that I hear. Rough, calloused hands is all that I feel. Navy blue sky littered with twinkling stars is the view that meets me and I must admit that camping isn’t so bad after all. 

[milllersfae]

sooo i have a filthy request for u ;) could you maybe do where reader loves abby’s strap and abby is all like “take it and put it inside of you” after bratty!reader has begged for the strap. i hope this makes sense 😭😩

my first request! i am deeply honored. i should be in bed but i live to serve y’all. take a blurb love <3

.𖥔˖๋ ࣭⭑ blurb | fucking yourself onto abby’s strap

content warning: dom!abby (duhh!!), size kink if you squint, bratty!reader, strap referred to as a dick, the usual <3. mdni

you were writhing under her, hands pinned above your head after your hours long whining to make abby fuck you. you had gotten to her—between your lap-sitting-turned-grinding and trailing hands she had finally had enough. abby’s grave mistake is that you wanted it this way.

you bucked your hips up into her grey sweats, the print of her strap calling your name. there was no point in wriggling your wrists free—abby had held the both of them in one hand, locked well in her grip. she took her free hand and put a grasp on your hips, attempting to contain your coaxing.

“control yourself sweetheart.” she hushed, moving her waist from your kicking feet. she tightened her clutch at your wrists, leaning in to make her words a whisper.

you shake your head, smile placard across your face. you had other plans, and weren’t ready to lose to her just quite yet.

“baby please? you feel so fucking good.” you pitched your voice, breathy against her ear. you saw her face flush, eyes wandering from your face to distract herself. you moan against her cheek, placing kisses against her temple in teasing persistence. you wanted to break her before she could break you.

you felt her concentration weaken, her hand softening around your wrists. her eyes anchor back to you, something shifting in her gaze. she bites her lip and nods, a peak of her canines appearing with a smirk.

“you want me that bad, huh? you want to fuck this strap yea?” she groans, eyebrows raised in query. you excitedly nodded, eyes full of arousal and need for a call to your desire.

abby takes the hand of her hip, sliding her sweats down to her knees. she takes your thighs, pulling them towards the edge of the bed in one movement. she prompts the head of the silicone at the entrance of your heat, eyes lidded in roguish delight.

“fuck yourself on it. put me inside you. work for it, baby.”

your eyes widened slightly, mouth peaking open in surprise. you didn’t turn it down for a second; nothing would stop you from feeling her girth.

you inch closer, your hand guiding her in. you moan at the sudden flutter in your core, abby’s dick spreading you from the inside. you poured your lip up at her, eyes heavy at the pressure.

“good girl. just like that, ‘doing so good.” she cooes, hand gripping heavy on her hair. you push yourself deeper, desperate to feel her strokes against your g-spot. you circle your hips in and out of her shaft, legs starting the sputter under you.

you were reaching your peak, finding a rhythm enough to make you close. your clit pulsed in warmth, aching under the sensory of her long-awaited entrance. your mind had slurried, mouth wide and eyes crossed in sensation. you meet her face again, face hot in a irresistible stir.

“pretty little face, so drunk on my cock,” she laughed, kissing at the sweat budding in your neck. she laid a slap on the soft of your ass, only furthering your heading climax. “rock like you need me.”

•────•°•❀•°•────•

[peachetteprice]

Unfortunately, I may be slightly obsessed with the idea of a sleepy Scottish town nigh in the middle of nowhere, frequented almost exclusively by locals, hikers, sight-seers, and one nostalgia-driven, obscenely-chatty Johnny MacTavish, who never ceases to hit on you as you work behind the bar, giving him a rare laugh or a bloated compliment if he seems down on his luck.

He asks for the same drink whenever he's in town – which is sporadic and unpredictable at best – the largest pint of beer, filled by your hands only, and always overpays for it if it means putting an extra couple of quid in your pocket. When he leaves, he gives the pub-owner, Steve-o, a pat on the back, a healthy jab in the ribs and a cheeky grin – Steve-o says they go 'way back', though you don't think Johnny is quite old enough for that to be entirely true – before walking home in just a short-sleeved blue shirt and jeans, as he does every night, no matter the weather (rain, snow, ice, hail, thunderstorm, even the occasional bout of evening sunshine) even if you offer him a ride home when you're finished with your shift, even if he declines it the first two times.

You have to practically beg to drive him home when the river running through the village reaches breaking point, bursting its banks at sun-down and threatening to take the whole town with it, because you're sure it won't stop at a 6'2, 210 lb hunk of human flesh, even if he asserts he's 'sturdy enough' to outlast the flooding.

You have no idea how badly I want to make this a series... and I may or may not have begun a chapter... obsessed with small-town love with a man who never tells you whether he's staying or leaving.

| Masterlist |

[coolpointsetta]

“where are you going?” jamie asks as roy gets up. he’s scrolling through tik tok, but he had his headphones in so roy’s reading wouldn’t be interrupted.

he closes his book as he stands, marking the page with a bookmark. “i want to be alone.” roy huffs.

that’s a lie. it always is.

he doesn’t plan on going far, just from the living room to their bed. the third stair from the stop creaks as he steps on it, just like it always does.

he flops down on their bed and reopens the book, but he’s not reading any of words. he can’t focus on them.

he doesn’t want to be alone, he wants to be with jamie. they’ve spent all day together, waking up in each others arms and eating at the same table and going over the grocery list and then doing the actual grocery shopping and then going to a cafe for lunch and then coming back to their house (jamie’s house, but roy basically lives here) where jamie scrolled through tik tok while roy read.

jamie has never once expressed that he and roy spend too much time together. never once.

but roy is clingy, he is needy and he knows this, has lost a lot of relationships because of it. and he’s trying to be better. he’s trying to give his partners that distance they seem to need and he just can’t understand why.

so he’s been making sure to give jamie that alone time, make sure he doesn’t feel like he’s being suffocated.

the third stair creaks as someone steps on it.

a moment later, jamie walks through the doorway. he crawls on the bed, his body moving right over roy’s.

“what are you doing?”

jamie shrugs, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to roy’s lips. “being with you.”

roy growls, but it’s half hearted at best. “i want to be alone.”

“well, i don’t.” jamie doesn’t back off, just flops down on roy’s chest, their bodies melting together. “i want to be alone with you.” jamie says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

oh.

okay.

roy hopes his heart isn’t beating too fast, but jamie’s breathing evens out moments later.

alone with you.

roy could get used to that. this time when he reads, he follows each word as his hand glides gently across jamie’s back.

[luxesiren]

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 — 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 | drabble

(✞) warnings; smut. mdni

sorrow whimpers during sex. you’re riding him, his hands on your waist and his eyes lidded while he watches you bounce on his cock. you can’t help but smile at the high pitch whining you hear from him and the soft whimpers that leave him every time your hips meet each other’s. he’s practically stuttering through his dirty talk, can’t even get a word out cause he so focused on how good you feel and how warm your cunt feels around him. eyes watering with unshed tears as more whimpers continue to leave him and only getting louder as he cums inside you.

© 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 | do not steal, copy, or repost to other websites like wattpad or ao3

[withacapitalp]

For the stwg prompt "Egg" Read on ao3 instead

“Egg”

It was one syllable, one little noise, one insignificant word. 

But it was everything. 

“Did she just-” Steve asked in a hushed tone, unable to raise his voice, unable to even finish the damn sentence, too caught in the flood of emotions that was suddenly drowning him. 

Eddie couldn’t even speak. He just nodded over and over, blinking rapidly as they both turned towards the child looking up at them with glee. 

“What’s that you’ve got baby? What do you have?” Steve prompted, already starting to tear up. 

“Egg!” Joy crowed, holding her easter egg up towards her brother. 

[imtrashraccoon]

Hehehe (｀･∀･´)

Can we get a "don't imagine" for ut!papyrus, with lolita reader ＼(^_^)／ (is this allowed? I slept for 4 hours so i don't totally get the pinned post 😞)

Yes you can! You're all good! I hope you managed to get some more sleep though. (⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠つ⁠⊂⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)

Don't imagine getting ready for the day and heading out to do some shopping. How you made sure to bring your parasol to help ward off the sun. How you took your time walking so you wouldn't overexert yourself.

Don't imagine how the air feels thick and how you struggle to breath properly. How you know you'll have to get your clothes dry-cleaned after this from how badly you're sweating. How your skin almost feels clammy. How you start to feel light-headed and slightly nauseous. How you nearly collapse onto a nearby bench to try to recover.

Don't imagine a tall skeleton in clothing so bright, you feel nearly blinded. How he seems a little nervous but puts on a big smile. How he compliments your outfit. How he marvels at how intricately detailed it is and how he asks if you made it yourself.

Don't imagine how his smile falls and how his eye sockets widen when he realizes that something's wrong. How quickly he puts together that you might be experiencing heat exhaustion. How his bonebrows furrow with concern and he glances around for help.

Don't imagine how his eyelights seem to flicker with newfound determination. How he asks if he can help and how relieved he looks when you nod. How he helps you inside a nearby store to get you out of the sun. How he buys you a bottle of water and stays by your side until you seem to recover a little.

Don't imagine how he tentatively asks if you wouldn't mind if he tries using some healing magic. How surprised he is when you agree. How he sits down next you and slips off his gloves. How he seems almost scared to touch you at first.

Don't imagine how his cheekbones seem to light up with an orange glow when you take his hand. How he chuckles awkwardly but seems secretly glad that you did so. Definitely don't imagine how he places his free hand against your forehead and how cool his bones feel. How they warm up slightly and how you start to feel a tingling sensation.

Don't imagine how much better you feel when he finally pulls back. How you still feel tired but how you feel much lighter than before. How he sheepishly looks away and murmurs something about being self-taught. How he blushes again when you thank him for his help.

Don't imagine him asking if you'll let him help you get home. How you get the sense that he's still very concerned about you. How he even offers to carry your shopping bags.

Don't imagine being blown away by his unabashed kindness. How everyone else ignored you except for him. How he seems to light up when you accept his help once more. How he can't seem to run out of questions to ask on the way back to your home. How you actually find yourself amused by this sweet skeleton.

First, Previous, & Next Request

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

Since this is currently my most active blog with some followers, just wanted to say a few things:

It's so incredibly depressing to see tumblr sellout to the whole AI shit and try to pacify users by the opt-out toggle option when it mostly likely won't do jack shit. Tumblr has been doing shitty things for awhile now, but out of all old social media it was a last shabby bastion for various weirdos, including a fandom weirdo like me.

I'm just an old silly hobbyist artist who badly draws fanart of old cartoons, but even the idea that my stuff will help train AI to be better to stealing desirable art of actual artists, whose work is their livelyhood is fucking maddening. Opting out won't help (Sources say data is already available to companies). Deleting stuff won't help (tumblr have access to deleted blogs and reblogs put your stuff in reach too). Using Nightshade and Glaze is not a viable option for me (my old laptop's specks is not up to support those programs, and I'm too afraid to try and accidently fry it and than all my shit would be lost) and even those doesn't solve the problems of all of my old stuff across like 7 sideblogs+my old tumblr account's 2 blogs.

Of course, maybe all hope is not lost for tumblr. There may be solutions and decisions later down the line. But for now I probably won't be posting any new stuff for a bit while I decide if I want to stay on tumblr and be complicit in feeding the insidious and insatiable AI machines.

And as alternatives, I created new account for bluesky, and consider pillowfort and cohost to share my random silly art. Even dusted out my old tapas and newgrounds accounts, and consider webtoons and comicfury to post and archive my few comics. Hopefully I will share links in my pinned post when I set whatever I decide up, even if all of it is so exhausting and depressing.

And hey, if you read this so far - just a reminder:

Opt out on that 'share with third parties' toggle like explained here! - it may do jack shit, but its better than nothing.

Write a polite disagreeing feedback to staff like suggested on this post. - remember not all staff had a hand in this, so no need to be rude, but make sure to have your voice be heard.

Use Nightshade and Glaze to poison your art - if you are an artist and are able to do it unlike me. It may not be sure proof way to stop/kill AI, but it sure shows that artists will fight back.

Use ArtShield - an online lowtech alternative to Nightshade & Glaze, puts a stamp/watermark on your art, invisible to humans but supposedly makes AI think its unsuitable to train on. (edit)

And please, take a moment for yourself. Because it fucking sucks.

So, I'm gonna go take a step back and burrow into some hole and cry for all of those who AI fucks over. I won't be gone forever, but for now I'm too frustrated and dissapointed to do anything.

and ALSO just to be fucking clear

🇺🇦 I STAND WITH UKRAINE 🇺🇦

🇵🇸 FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA, PALESTINE WILL BE FREE 🇵🇸

🏳️‍⚧️ TRANS RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS 🏳️‍⚧️

🚫 AI CREATIONS ARE NOT ART🚫

fuck you shitty side tumblr I wish you all a fucking hammer car explosion