#type-d is giving hot wheels

[cgtg]

have some silly shit i was doing the other week

[doukeshi-kun]

Dad Nikolai is definitely the type of dad to walk around shirtless all the time especially during the summer. Like he's the dad that while all the kids are outside playing, he's chilling, not a shirt in sight. Sun's out, tiddies out. Gimme his breasts pls 🙏

𝙙𝙖𝙙!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨

replies ✥ oh hell yea tiddies outttt

contents ✥ fluff, suggestive , oc kids (yuri, mari, karol), fem!reader

Nikolai treats you like a queen.

His words and manners are enough proof that he sees you as one. You could not remember how many times have you felt so down about your appearance, especially after three pregnancies. But Nikolai would always be there, hands slithering on your body, tracing your curves and folds and fleshes and bones, with his lips uttering how beautiful you are.

And he is such a great father as well. He makes sure your children all tell you how beautiful and pretty and cute you are. Yuri is a good boy—he always says nice things to you. Mari wants to be as pretty as you—she said. And Karol... Well, he often compares you with his favourite Hot Wheels cars, so you take it as a compliment.

It's summer. The sun is bright outside. It is a little windy, it is such a nice weather to chill. You are standing right outside your house, monitoring Yuri and Mari who are gardening. They seem to be focused on choosing between succulents. Yuri has taken a new interest these days and you are more than happy to support him—and Nikolai is always eager to play with Yuri, despite the boy's annoyance.

“Dad, dad! Bell man gonna come! Just waaatch!”

“I don't understand you, Karol...”

You hear your husband's voice and you turn to the side, seeing Nikolai's pinky getting pulled by Karol who is excited about some 'bell man'. Nikolai notices you and mouthes 'Help me' with a pleading pout.

However, your eyes are wandering away.

You know Nikolai likes to be shirtless—and this man is a nudist after 2AM—but there is just something else about his look right now.

Shirtless, black shorts, hair in a bun. His chest is toned, with lines of his muscles. His shoulders are just as broad as you remember.

You do not know if it is hormones or you are just attracted by how good of a father he is, but he definitely stirs something in you. You find yourself to be staring hard at his physique—has he exercised or something? Why do his arms look so strong and firm? Why does his waist look so huggable? Are his muscles already looked that toned and visible?

“Pervert alert.”

You swallow nervously when you realize that he is standing beside you. A timidity creeps up, and it feels like you two are young again. Nikolai grins, leaning closer to you. You feel your cheeks heat up and you lightly shove him by his chest, although it does nothing to nudge an inch of him.

“Aww, you shy now?” He teases again, holding your wrist and keeping your hand close to his body. Your fingers are brushing against his bare skin—he is slightly sweaty and he feels warm. Nikolai smirks, pressing your hand so you would palm his chest. “Come on, don't be shy. We've been together for years, my love.”

You pout, pinching his chest lightly. Instead of wincing, Nikolai only laughs, enjoying your reaction. “You’re so fun to tease. Always the same face. Never get tired of it, you know?” He says as he gives your ass a light smack, which you do not mind as much—he is always touchy. But his hand is lingering on your rear for a little too long.

He gives your ass a good squeeze, causing you to squirm and hitting his chest lightly. “D-Don't do that here... The kids—”

“Kids, go inside right now!” Suddenly Nikolai shouts at them and they immediately turn to both of you. You click your tongue in annoyance, attempting to pinch his stomach, but God—his body is firm.

“Don't listen to your dad. He's being stupid again.” You reply, assuring your kids that Nikolai is just joking. Both Mari and Karol are clearly confused but Yuri has the nastiest look on his face, which makes Nikolai cracks a wheeze of laughter.

“Isn't he always stupid though?” Yuri says. Karol gasps, looking at his big brother in disbelief.

“He is?!”

“He is.”

“I don't think daddy is stupid! I think he's just... mmm... selective smart!” Mari says and Nikolai cheers. He gets to his little princess and carries her up.

“Oh, my little flower! You really are your daddy's defender! Mwah!” He kisses her cheek, making Mari giggle. You smile to yourself but your smile falters into a shriek of embarrassment when Nikolai suddenly turns to you, saying, “It's okay, love. I'll carry you like this too.” He winks.

“Stop it,” You huff but your mind is already wandering elsewhere when you are starting to imagine how nice it feels when he wraps his strong arms around you. Your face heats up and you gaze away, trying not to look at your husband's flirtatious smile any longer.

“Bell man!” Karol suddenly shouts excitedly and both you and Nikolai turn to the gate, seeing Karol waddling to see an ice cream bike passing just in front of the house. The man on the bike is ringing a bell—a gesture to attract attention.

“Karol, don't go to the road!” Nikolai barks sternly as he puts down Mari. Yuri is already on his way to hold back his little brother who is excited for some ice cream when the ice cream man parks his bike right outside your yard. Mari looks at both you and Nikolai before grinning and following his brothers, seeming to want an ice cream too.

“Well, guess I have to buy ice cream for everyone,” Nikolai mumbles to himself. “Look after them for a while, sweetheart. I'm gonna get my wallet.”

“And... get your shirt,” You playfully smacks his chest, squeezing it. “Don't wanna have those aunties gawk their eyes on my husband now, do we?”

“Possessive, I like that,” Nikolai smirks as he slaps your butt lightly. “This is all yours, honey. No one has a chance, alright?” You giggle as you shove him back lightly, urging him to get inside and get dressed. Nikolai still has that perverted grin on his face as he walks into the house.

You turn to your kids, expecting a wholesome scenery of your kids choosing ice cream for each other, but all you see is Karol standing on the bike with the ice cream man—not even Yuri or Mari is stopping him.

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[saturns7moon]

just had the fattest astrology realisation about myself bro. majority of the time, i’ve always found myself being attracted to people with virgo/aquarius in their chart, but mainly virgo. and for months i’ve been ITCHING to figure out why that is cus i’m constantly always finding that sign in people’s charts when i have even the littlest bit of attraction them, platonic or romantic.

i’m a sidereal libra sun in the 1H. the sun is in fall in libra, basically meaning it lacks light, where the sun shines for signs like leo and aries, the sun is dark for libra. the sun is the core of our birth charts, the center of what makes our birth charts, basically the human equivalent to our personal identity. it is a common thing for sidereal libras (scorpios) to feel as though they have never truly felt connected with their selves. libras are known to be the sign linked with relationships, libra rules over our house of relationships (7H) opposing their independent counterpart aries who rules our first house of self (1H).

from personal experience, i know libras, especially libra suns, have a very difficult time when it comes to understanding their selves. they find their bits of identity in their relationships because commonly growing up their environment might’ve made them feel as though there wasn’t space for them to grow and understand their selves as individuals, so usually like any child would, they would seek that void in other people, satisfying what they truly want by satisfying others. this is why i’ve observed a lot of people claiming that libras have a hard time being with their selves, leading them to have people pleasing tendencies, and commonly in the astrology community, there is that small joke of how libras cannot choose anything or make an easy choice when it comes to simple things like food, and (i’m taking it to the extreme here so i can really make my point, so i’m not saying that this is fact 😭) usually that’s because libras have never had an easy way to create a choice for their selves. i’ve observed that they don’t know how to form an opinion or choice on something independently without background approval from people as there is a fear or anxiety that they might be making the wrong choice which completely juxtaposes their sister sign aries who is known for their independence, and leading their own route, sometimes forming a sort of hyper independence, which is the shadow side of aries opposed to the anxiety ridden side of libra who is afraid to make a wrong decision.

now leading to where i was going with this, virgos are sidereal leo’s. leo’s are the only sign in the entire birth chart wheel that is ruled by the sun. the sun shines, the sun is hot, the sun gives us light. the sun has many benefits, like giving us our vitamin d and also just boosting any type of energy we may need. yknow how people make that joke where it’s like "when you are out in the sun and all of a sudden all your problems in the world are lifted"? basically what i’m getting at is the sun is a light that benefits us as people greatly. now with astrology, and on my personal experience, i’m a sidereal libra sun like i said, and i have a lot of libra in my chart (sun, rising, jupiter) and i’ve always said to my self, i have a hard time understanding my identity and who i am and what i have. and not saying all signs don’t have their shadow side, we all do. but within the astro wheel, all signs have something that somebody else wants, whether you realise it or not.

personally, all the sidereal leo’s i have met have that light, a sense of sureness, a strong grip of identity that i am lacking within myself. it’s so admirable and beautiful to me to see someone shine the way that they do, and whether they know it or not, sidereal leo’s to me are so such impeccably amazing people. they go for their goals and they never stop no matter the circumstance, and their such a beautiful ball of energy that i wish i was myself.

however this is why i wanted to write this as i got the click of understanding on why usually i always get my heart broken by this sign. i’ve noticed that sidereal leo’s, in all my past relationships, have really left a painful mark on my heart and i just couldn’t understand why before, but thank the lord we have astrology 😭.

the sun is a malefic planet, alongside saturn and mars (in vedic astrology) including rahu and ketu (our north node and south node).

personally, what i’ve gathered, is that virgos (sidereal leo’s) have what i lack, and i’m attracted to them because they have the quality i truly desire within me. however the sun is, as mentioned, a malefic planet because it shows what has to be sacrificed in order to make the most growth. the sun is a giant ball of fire. people commonly use fire to purify something in some cultural practices. to purify means you need to burn and leave something behind. you need to kill something to start again and rejuvenate. kinda like a phoenix. i think because i lack light, i’m constantly looking for that in other people, and as i grow up, i’m starting to understand that i shouldn’t look for my light solely in other people and to start with myself, no matter how scary that may be.

the sidereal leo’s i have and do know in my life have taught me different types of things, good or bad. i’m eighteen and still creating an understanding of who i am as a person, so i’m always gonna be taught different types of things. no matter how the relationship ended between me and a leo, i always hold a certain amount of love and respect for that person as they taught me something special for me to understand more about myself, which is truly what i want in life. to understand me and so i can go and help people understand their self. however, i can’t do that if i’m going out there with no fire within me to burn and constantly leaving failed match sticks behind me in piles.

sidereal leo’s are a light in their selves that i love and adore and hope one day i can come to a place and have that for myself, have that light i can cherish the way they cherish theirs. whether they know it or not. for now i’m still seeking approval from people, subconsciously and consciously, but i’m still growing as a person and hopefully one day i can put something out here without trembling in fear on whether i was wrong and what people would think of me lmao. sometimes idc (aries moon and mars, scorpio mercury) but most times i do 😭. but for now, yeah. we’re all just living and growing.

okay i’m done 😭. this was a bunch of waffle i’ve just been writing for thirty minutes and idek if i make sense half of the time lmao. that was a lot🧍🏾‍♀️. and also i’m so sorry i’ve been gone for so long, i usually only write on here when i get that strike of inspiration that i had just gotten now. idk if i’ll be back again, but i’ll try loves 😕🫶🏾. okay bye bye for now <3.

[getawayfox]

My favorite reclist of the year! It’s the best excuse to reread beloved fics and shout about them again. I couldn’t wait any longer to post it, so, without further ado: here are my personal favorites from 2023 and why I love them, along with a banner I’m really pleased with. 

Thank you, sweet writers, for giving us your wonderful stories. Wishing everyone a happy December and an amazing and soft new year!

I Fall On Grass by @tackytigerfic Drarry, T, 3.1k

I adore stories with mature characters and this one is no exception. It’s so charming: gentle pining over the years, throughout the realities of life and parenthood, written with such a light hand. And lovely worldbuilding of a slow life that they built for themselves, which left me smiling the whole day after reading it. It feels like a soft caress for my soul.

It’s Me or the Peacock by harrows Drarry, T, 4.6

Do you ever feel like reading a fun, lighthearted fic that will have you grinning all day? Look no further, this is the one. Picture this: established Drarry taking the plunge to move in together, except Draco is bringing his “avian third wheel” with him, adding a feathered twist to the mix. Harry can’t quite believe what’s happening and that’s not even the half of it. This fic is a delight!

Sun Shower by @moonmanatee Drarry, T, 6k

Meet Orkie (short for Snorkel), the delightful cat who loves his boy Harry very much. They share a special bond, silently understanding not to delve into the origins of their pasts. What matters most is their companionship and the comforting routine they’ve woven together. Now, enter Draco Malfoy, a fashion icon with phenomenal outfits, his mud-loving dog, Hubert, and a dash of mouthwatering culinary creations. Your heart will grow three sizes by the time you’re done reading; mine certainly did.

Birds Behaving Badly by @peachpety Drarry, E, 10.5k

Oh, this fic!! I swear my whole body was wiggling with delight when I read it – it’s hilarious and hot and so witty. Draco has a type, which leads to a fun case of mistaken identity, all artfully resolved with the intervention of a conniving seagull, Kevin. Brace yourself for some sassy Slytherin banter, side characters so vividly portrayed they’ll steal your heart (Goyle, I’m looking at you), and the enchanting backdrop of a magical Brighton in the summer. Cue the squeals of delight! 

A Saviour’s Guide to Manners and Decorum by @wolfpants Drarry, E, 13k

I have read every fic Wolf has written this year and, let me tell you, choosing just one feels like an impossible task – I wish I could include them all. But here is my pick, and it’s not because it happened to be my birthday gift. This fic is a gem, seamlessly blending humor with a soft, wistful touch (oh, and do I need to mention it’s also incredibly hot?). It resonates because Harry just wants to be accepted for who he is, refusing to change for anyone (as he rightly shouldn't!). Enter Draco, who is here to help, and not to “fix him”. Sprinkle that with a subtle hint of D/s dynamics, a generous serving of UST, and a sensual shaving scene, and you have got the perfect fic. LOVE!

I only want the ones I envy (I envy) by @porcelainheart3 Drarry, E, 13.5k

This fic is so stunning! A coming-out story with writing so clean and sharp it made me laugh out loud through (lots of) inevitable tears. It has a very competent magical inventor Draco, who wears sock garters(!). It has Harry on a self-discovery journey that feels so very real; with a heart-wrenching childhood flashback that will leave you shattered. It has the most supportive friends. It has banter and flirting and so many wonderful details (look closely at the newspaper in the fic for an extra dose of laughter). And let's not forget the most incredibly emotional blow job; talk about smut with feelings! It’s one of those fics that made me read the rest of the author’s catalog immediately (and trust me, you should too!).

A Time, Dark and Divine by @moonflower-rose Established Drarry, Draco/Ron/Harry, E, 17k

Oh boy oh boy oh boy, this fic is so scorching hot. And their dynamic is so complex: jealousy and possessiveness wrapped up in a delicious package of a boys' trip in Thailand. A stunning Ron POV filled to the brim with complicated history and tension, incredible characterization for all three of them, culminating, inevitably, in hot-hot-hot sex. I couldn’t get this story out of my head for days. If you, like me, like feelings with your smut, this one’s for you! 

Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm Drarry, E, 22k

This story is so charming and whimsical! First of all, this Draco is such an utter delight that I fell in love with him right away. He’s so entertaining! The concept of Christmas in July gives the story a wonderfully atmospheric and slightly wistful tone. Add to it a very domestic and playful dynamic between Draco and Harry, top-notch dialogue, so many creative details, and an absolutely delicious and intimate sex scene. From beginning to end, this fic is so warm and touching; a gentle romance that feels as if it was enchantingly sprinkled with a cheering charm.

the first in line by @oflights Drarry, E, 29.5k

This fic is hilarious, mischievous, and sexy all at the same time. And also a little bit unhinged in the best possible way. It had me in its grip from the very first sentence: “When the clock strikes midnight on his 25th birthday, Harry is having a threesome with a werewolf and a vampire.” (chef’s kiss!) and it didn’t let me go. We have a reluctant and grumpy Veela Harry, an over-the-top Draco, summer vacation vibes, a magical yacht, wooing with a hot air balloon (and more!), plus an absolutely delightful non-monogamous background Romione. Gah!!!

Of Magical Beings Being - Magic by @rockingrobin69 Drarry, E, 30k

What’s actually magic here is Robin’s writing. It’s… wait, I don’t think I have words for how rich and full this world is, how special! There’s pining and soft angst and an unreliable narrator and exes to lovers, but somehow all that doesn’t even begin to describe what this story is. It’s witty and fascinating and soft and playful. It’s about loving the other person so much that you do the wrong thing because you think that’s what they want, even though it hurts you. It’s about manifesting them in everything you do until they come back. It’s about Love, about Happiness. It knocked the breath out of me. It’s unbearably lovely.

Winner takes it all by @skeptiquewrites Drarry, E, 41k

This fic is absolutely devastating in a sort of gentle way. My heart broke a million times for this wonderful, hardworking, cornered Draco – who’s looking after his mum – as well as for a whole bunch of beautifully written side characters. The story starts with a bet, and from there, it unravels with Tee's razor-sharp writing, infused with nuance that makes the narrative incredibly rich and undeniably real. If you're in the mood for a cathartic cry, followed by a sweet, happy ending, don't walk – run to this fic!

[silverskye13]

wait silver if renbob visits hels has he met the red king? and if so are they disastrous or iconic together

"Deliiiiivery! :D" Renbob calls in a sing-song voice, holding a stack of boxes in his arms. "RK, where you at my brother?"

He stands in the empty loading dock at the back of the Colosseum, smiling expectantly at the vacant bay. He likes hels. It's warm, and the people are interesting. It could stand to be a little more colorful, but not all pretty places are colorful. Like the beach for example! It's mostly just yellow and blue and hot, and it's still pretty.

(That's perfect actually! Hels makes him think of the beach: hot and monocolor, but somehow still interesting once you get past all the sand. Hah! Imagine a beach in hels! It'd be like a sauna, all steam and rocks.)

"RK I know you can hear me," Renbob calls again. "I can't hold these boxes all day! Well I can, but I will get bored you know?"

There is a grumbling, growling sound that comes from everywhere, but mostly the back of his head. It starts as several whispered and snarled words, and slowly coalesces into a string of coherent thought, "I don't answer to the name RK here, lad."

"My bad, must've gotten you mixed up with someone," Renbob chuckles. "Do you want your delivery?"

"Loading bay?"

"They won't let me park the van anywhere else, my brother. Oh! Please bring your favorite sword, if you don't mind? :)"

There is a cacophony of barks and growls as Red's presence slips out of the back of Renbob's mind. He wonders if Red knows that's the sound his thoughts make: an angry pack of wolves. They aren't kind wolves. They whisper a lot of unkind things when they trail after Red's thoughts. He wonders if that's why Red is always so nice to people: he's keeping the wolves from the door, so to speak.

Red strides into the loading bay, one hand on the wall as a guide until it ends in the open room. He steps confidently even when the wall is gone. The iron crown, sunk down low over his eyes, either doesn't hinder his sight, or he's memorized enough of the Colosseum that it doesn't bother him anymore.

"What sound do my thoughts make :O ?" Renbob asks. Red, who'd been walking a little too far to the left of him, twitches his big, wolf-like ears and realigns his path, meeting Renbob where he stands in front of his camper van.

"What sound do ye... Thoughts make?"

"Yeah, do they make like, sound? I always figured you'd hear a pleasant background of guitar and ukulele music."

Red tilted his in an expression that probably meant he was raising his eyebrows. It was hard to tell with the crown in the way. "Ye thoughts sound like yer voice. Though there do be a slight... Birdsong type noise."

"Is it chillaxin?"

"Aye sure."

"Groovy! :D" Renbob laughed. "I'll take it then! And like, you can take these."

He passes the stack of boxes to Red, who struggles a bit with their weight.

"What all have ye brought for me lad?" Red grunts, giving up on holding them all and setting them down. "All I asked for were some of those hot chips, and ye lemon squares."

"Oh it's just some bits and bobs, mostly," Renbob hums brightly, counting on his fingers. "There's a shulker of emerald and lapis (you said you were looking for a new color to go with all the red? :V those are opposite on the color wheel might be a good place to start! :) ), a shulker of flowers for dyes (all labeled. Are you color blind? I can't remember. Anyway I labeled the dye colors they make ^_^), three boxes of lemon squares (for you and your hand and a box for your Colosseum buddies! I'm sure they'd love some :D), two bags of spicy chippies, and I got you two bolts of fabric (your cloak is getting so torn up :( you've gotta take better care of your stuff brother!). Oh, and there's a few diamonds in there I nicked from Ren. (He won't miss 'em I promise ;) )."

Red tilted his head to the side, "How...? In the world...?"

"Hmm? :)"

"How do ye make...? With your voice...? Ye know what, it be unimportant," Red chuckled, a growling noise that fractured on the edges, a hint of the wolf-thoughts that leaked into real life. "Alas lad, I did not know ye would bring so much, else I would have had payment ready for such finery."

"Oh perish the thought, RK!" Renbob grinned, waving a dismissive hand. "You know you don't have to pay me!"

"Er... Red."

"That's what I said. :3"

"I see, ye be jesting?"

"Jest so!"

"Ah," Red smirked and leaned against the tower of boxes. "Ye said ye visited Ren. How fares our little brother?"

"He's older than both of us Red!"

"Aye, but he also be shorter than both of us."

Renbob laughed, bright and hearty, and for a moment, sunshine flickered in the Colosseum. Flowers bloomed around Renbob's feet. "Right you are, brother! Though I think he might be taller than me if I took my platforms off."

"Aye, but I see no universe where ye be making that particular wardrobe choice."

"I dunno. I was thinking about going to the beach after this. Do you guys have beaches in hels?"

"Aye, if you fancy soul sand by the lava lake."

"Oh man, I haven't taken a good lava bath in awhile!"

"Ye do love those an uncanny amount."

"It's exfoliating!"

"Makes me smell like burning hair."

"Well, to like, really enjoy it you have to get past the-- wait! You asked me a question?"

"Our little brother."

"Right! Ren's doing well! Gave him a ride over to his new season with his boyfriend."

Red, who had found one of the boxes of lemon squares during the conversation, coughed out a bite of lemon. "Begging your pardon?"

"You know, those go down a lot better with milk. I think hels dries them out a little. :("

"Ren has a boyfriend?!"

"Oh! Yeah, mister Docm77," Renbob beamed. "I don't think they've made it like, Facebook official yet, but they sure were making a lot of plans together for next season!"

Red sighed out a breath of relief, holding a hand to his chest. "Ye be jesting again."

"Mostly. :)"

"Well, when this great Book of Faces writes their names side by side, ye let me know."

"Certainly!" Renbob crossed his arms behind his back. "Oh, hey, before I go, like, could I ask you a huge favor?"

"Aye, lad?"

"I need a sword. Gonna be hopping to some dangerous orbits soon I think, and like, I'm real peace love and plants and all, so I can't make my own. But I can accept a gift, if you catch my drift?"

"Ah, suddenly all the gifts make sense," Red hums. He reaches down to his sword belt and unbuckles it, passing it off to Renbob, sword, scabbard and all. "Must ye take my most precious one?"

"You know how I work, Red. Only gifts given with love," Renbob grinned. It was a little sharper than it needed to be. Red couldn't see all the teeth. But it was nice to smile wide sometimes. "I do really appreciate it, my brother."

"Of course." Red smiled back, also showing a few too many teeth. Renbob felt a swelling of fondness for Ren's helsmet.

(It really was nice to be with kin sometimes, the people you could really be yourself with. Red didn't think he was unsettling, or fae-like. Red didn't go making a big deal about how widely he smiled, or how much he changed when his whims stretched him around. Red didn't begrudge the odd little pacts and rules he had to follow.)

"Well I'll like, catch you on the flipside brother!" Renbob said cheerfully. "Don't die while I'm gone, ya dig? :)"

"Don't go being any stranger," Red returned, picking up a box to carry back to his rooms. He would need help carrying them all.

[exilynn]

Hey, loves. I brought some HEADCANON'S from my BOOK;AU with Eddie. This is nothing more satisfying (it's all to promote my content and have some fun)

(echoes nocteris

Being in a relationship with Eddie from the perspective of Flight of Icarus - Loves Dragons

🏹 It's not a good idea to talk about other guys who resemble him�� Eddie is a card-carrying jealous type. He respects you, but he can't help wanting to be the only guy in your life!

🏹 The love between you two is mutual, and the passion is intense and frightening. You would die for each other. But maybe it's just a "fantasy," and you're both aware of the limits of wanting each other in your lives.

🏹 From Eddie's perspective, everything you do can excite him, just like in The Police's song Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic.

🏹 You and he have a few things in common, even in music. Like your shared love for Iron Maiden, Depeche Mode, and more.

🏹 You're the center of his world, and he tries not to overdo it to avoid scaring you, but he ends up being a damn last romantic anyway.

🏹 Eddie found the same comfort in you that he has in Wayne, and he sees that as a gift after feeling like he was 'cursed' his whole life.

🏹 That time you played D&D into the early hours, he surprised you with his courage and determination. He believed in your abilities, but you definitely hooked him (forever?).

🏹 Since you write, he teases you, pestering to read your writings because he knows what they're about (erotic literature/drama).

🏹 The fights, a key point: Eddie knows he acts immaturely in some of them, but you always find a way to understand each other again despite the complexities. And those fights are "resolved" in bed, that’s it.

🏹 You "stripped" his soul and calmed the "dragons," and he couldn't be more grateful. (He lost his virginity with you.)

🏹 Despite his 'corroded' childhood and youth, Eddie gives his heart and soul to you, as if it's not much, but it would be his everything.

🏹 Not being used to affection and interest, you were the only girl who cared about his past jobs. Like when he told you, embarrassed, about working as a bartender for a while on the east side of Howling, but you looked at him as if he were your treasure, and you were the dragon that would protect him.

🏹 Eddie knows how to provoke jealousy by saying nonsense, never intending to belittle you. But he brags about his past and that damn "romantic adventures" diary.

🏹 He says stupid things like, "I'm not Kurt Cobain, but I'd kinda take a bullet for you."

🏹 Raised by women, he’s completely respectful towards all women he interacts with. And don’t worry, he’ll be there for you if you're dealing with a terrible PMS (even if it means challenging your red dragon within).

🏹 Eddie is never quite sure if you enjoy his world—I mean, you brought the comfort he never had in childhood with his dad. So he sees you as a significant attachment figure.

🏹 He knows, he just knows where to touch you if he wants to stir a mix of excitement and confusion.

🏹 Eddie loves a light BDSM game when you grab his handcuffs off the wardrobe and show him who's boss (he enjoys that role reversal).

🏹 He would show you Hot Wheels collections you used to play with and a bunch of junk he kept somewhere from the old mechanic shop where he worked with Wayne as a teenager. It's all part of the flirting, trust me.

🏹 He would joke about how you ignore him and give attention to "non-living" things, referring to "stupid devices" that don't entertain you.

🏹 He always makes sure to check on you, and if he suspects you're not okay, he'll find any excuse to cheer you up and help you shut off from your problems.

🏹 He’s a big, romantic lover, and when he’s high, he creates entire semi-intellectual debates (the perfect opportunity since he's a nerd). "The guys from Athens looked like they were wearing grandma's clothes they bought at a thrift store" (probably in a discussion about Socrates and the academy).

🏹 One of the worst things he can see is you crying, so be aware that he'll make you laugh (after you’ve sobbed and he’s hugged you tight).

🏹 The whole thing about him seeing himself as the town's (freak) because of Jason and his crew (Jason, you bastard). Eddie doesn’t feel like that anymore —the horrendous creature—since he fell in love with you and you brought emotional stability into his life.

🏹 When he runs out of creativity for songs and crumples up papers but then reconsiders because you taught him a sacred (fake, made-up by you) proverb: the "I should."

🏹 Eddie is the type of "star lover," so he’ll invite you, in the middle of the night, after you’ve bundled up, to stargaze (because he appreciates you and couldn’t be more comfortable comparing you to them).

🏹 He’s the noise guy, but he doesn’t mind spending some quiet time when he's with you. Putting on some slow music, whether to dance or just to enjoy the moment in the trailer with you.

🏹 He’d probably have a custom necklace made for you and give you his skull ring, even though he sees it as his "lucky charm."

🏹 He’s a tease, that’s the word. If you want to sit still for a while, fiddling with something that isn’t him, he’ll bug you until you pay attention (needy but mature enough to understand space).

🏹 He lightly squeezes the back of your neck when you're anxious—the neck and shoulders are the tensest parts of your body, and he knows it. Besides your restless legs, which he calms by holding them with caresses.

🏹 He loves that "hit and return" game, like when you challenge him to a silly duel.

🏹 Eddie protects you at all costs; if you have unfaithful friends, he’ll choose you over them every time. Anyone who harms your honor is no longer worthy.

🏹 If he sees someone circling you with malicious intent, he’ll pull you away from what he calls a threat to his Punk Fairy/Banshee.

🏹 He would dedicate anything to make you feel like the most badass, strong, and beautiful woman in the world… especially in his little world.

If you guys like it, I'll bring some of the best quotes he said in the book <3

[acertainmoshke]

I Don't Fall

(This, unlike what I normally write, is actually a snippet about my own life as a disabled person not being listened to. It's kind of a rant in the form of prose. It happened a few years ago and I am not 25 anymore, but present tense felt right).

“How often do you fall?”

The question catches me off guard and I contemplate how to answer while staring at my stripey songs, wiggling my toes against the worn carpet. I’m sitting in an unfamiliar doctor’s office, in a tiny hot exam room, trying to talk to a doctor I don’t really know. He’s older, probably more than 70, and seems friendly, but I’m not sure he’s heard anything I’ve said.

“I…don’t really?” I stumble, ironically. I wasn’t expecting this. I don’t have an answer ready.

I think of all the times I didn’t fall, of the care I had to take to lift my foot up a curb, of scooting down the stairs on my butt. I think about getting stuck at the top of our outdoor steps in high school because they had no railing, 10 feet from the door but unable to make it. I think about my mother knowing how bad I’m feeling by whether I slur, my tongue growing clumsy with the rest of me. I think about spilling water, coffee, beer all over me and the couch and the floor because my hand didn’t go where I meant to send it. I think about being afraid to ride a bike or go hiking in case I have a balance spell and get stuck. I think about being mortified to admit I have to sit down because I can’t keep walking. I think about forcing my body into slow motion so that I won’t fall.

I don’t tell him any of this. Maybe he doesn’t give me the chance, or maybe I just can’t get my thoughts together in time. I won’t be sure later. The neurologist moves on with a little “hmm.”

He has me stand and walk across the little room in a straight line, toe to heel, while he watches. When I ask if I should close my eyes or not look at my feet, he says no it’s fine.

I know that if I can see my feet I can choose carefully where and how to place them. I know that I spent years learning how to move in a way that mimics normality, and that I can’t help it now.

I know that when I walk across the room I only wobble a little. Today, in all the unfairness of the universe, is a good balance day.

The neurologist says “hmmm” again and leaves to get some printouts. I fidget while I wait, hating myself for not explaining this well enough.

He returns and hands me papers on two of the most common neurological balance issues, cerebral palsy and muscular dystrophy. I know before I walk back through the tiny waiting room and into the scorching little parking lot that I don’t have either. I know that I told him this has been an issue since I could walk, and I know I told him that it’s never gotten better or worse, and I know I told him that it’s episodic and sometimes I can balance almost normally.

I google both in the car to double check my memory, but neither comes close to what I tried to describe. He didn’t even mention Meniere’s, which is at least in the right genre of problems. I sit in the car with my head on the wheel until I get too hot not to turn on the AC. I ignore the growing wobbliness and the slowed reaction time that comes with it. It’s not so bad that I can’t drive today.

Later, with no other research to go on, I will look up every possible thing related to the information he handed me, and I’ll stumble across something called episodic ataxia that describes in perfect detail my sudden spells of weakness and imbalance that can last for hours, worsened by fever or strong emotions like anxiety. I will even be able to narrow it down to type, although it helps that 6 of the 8 types are so rare as to only be identified in one or two families in the world. I will learn there is a genetic test for it, but I will not call that neurologist again. The struggles I’ll end up having with insurance over payment will mostly be a convenient excuse.

I know that my grandmother was diagnosed with Meniere’s mostly to have some sort of diagnosis, and that she loses her balance so badly that her husband has had to carry her to the car before. I know that my father has spells like mine—although I’ve never known him to be unable to drive so I suspect mine are worse—and was so careful not to talk about it that he accidentally taught me to hide my own spells. I know my mother was upset when she learned how bad it had been for years.

I know there was a doctor at 7 who told my mother nothing fit but Meniere’s, except I was too young for it. I know there was a doctor at 18 who told me nothing seemed wrong with my brain and he had no answers. I know there was a doctor at 22 who told me it definitely wasn’t Meniere’s because I’m not going deaf. I know that at 25 I’ll be happy just to have a label—which I had to find myself—and give up on doctors having a solution.

[fyeahmeddy]

jesus didn't take the wheel in this one

A gift for @beach-him-off-until-he-kens (tumblr let me @ her!!!). Self-ship nsfw fic for one of my favorite people ever!!!

Always look ahead.

The main rule when it came to his job, which was driving. His name is part of it, gives it away. Always driving. He is the one who drives. D. River.

It ended up his main rule of life. Move ahead, don’t look back. The past never existed. Move away from the present before it becomes past. Don’t get attached to a single moment and place. In his experience, it only led to slap in the face from a pretty girl, someone’s brain in your shoes and several stitches in your stomach. Always look ahead.

It was impossible to do it with her sitting beside him.

She sparkled. And that wasn’t any metaphor, she was literally faintly sparkling all the time, as if her skin and hair were eternally covered in glitter. He couldn’t help but steal a look at her every now and then. He couldn’t have enough of her wavy hair, her deep brown eyes, her sweeter-than-horchata lips (and how he loved his horchata! He could drink it for hours).

Overall, there was one thing that caught his eye more than anything. The reason why getting his eyes out of the road felt like the bravest stunt he ever pulled. One look at that, and his heart started racing faster than the pistons of his car’s V6 motor.

“See something you like?” she spoke, soft like velvet, but carrying the sting of tease.

Keri shifted in her seat, allowing him to see more of the thing he stared at the most when he looked beside him: her legs.

He was glad the sun wasn’t on her side. If its brightness shone on him along with the glint of Keri’s devious smile, he was sure he would go blind. Instead, the blue ocean at the side of the road framed her nature perfectly: apparently calm and inoffensive in the surface, but mysterious and even dangerous the deeper you go. He wanted to conquer that ocean, vast as it was. Claim it.

He didn’t talk. That wasn’t his thing. He kept driving. That was his thing. He looked at her, replying to her question by only raising his eyebrow, feigning confusion. He could play the game too.

She was aware if his weakness, he knew it. Why else would she wear that skirt? That pink skirt that went over her knees and would show so much of her legs when seated. She put her hand on her left knee and reeled up her skirt just a little bit, exposing barely centimeters of her thigh. It was an invitation.

There was a second golden rule of driving he was about to break: both of your hands on the wheel.

His right hand made its way towards Keri’s left knee. He heard a sharp inhale from her nose. He smirked. He slid his hand into her skirt to stroke and grope her thigh, eliciting huffs and heated sighs from Keri, much to his ears’ delight. His fingers teased going further, closer to her center, but he always drew them back. Keri’s nervous laugh made his heart pump like a furious V-type motor.

He finally went all the way in, expecting to find to find the fabric of her panties as the last obstacle between him and the promised land. But when he reached there, he only found bare, warm wet skin. The hand he still had on the wheel faulted for a second and he looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s too hot these days, don’t you think?” she said, smirking at him. “I wanted to feel fresher”.

Driver snickered, amazed by the daredevil that was his girlfriend, and started rubbing her labia. She moaned and Driver felt his own excitement with a twitch in his pants. He opened her outer lips and rubbed the inside up and down, gently pressing on her inner lips. As her pleasure built up, Keri started opening her legs wider to allow Driver more room to play with. With such freedom to work around, Driver started rubbing her clit. She moaned and grunted, feeling Driver’s fingers doing their best job at pleasuring her.

Driver was glad the scenic road was mostly straight with just a few easy curves, so that way he could concentrate on Keri’s bliss.

Keri. His Keri. Getting to spend time with her was no different than gazing on a shooting star. A fleeting visit, but the most beautiful one.

When she was not around, he didn’t do anything but think of her. Too much. No sleep, no food, no joy in driving. Only thoughts of his shining star. His mind was plagued of questions:

“Where is she? What is she doing? Who is she with? Are they making her happy? Is she safe? Are they making her happy? Because if they are not…”.

His knuckles would tense until they hurt, thinking of what he would do to all those who didn’t procure Keri’s happiness.

A shallow gasp from Keri’s throat brought him back, to her being next to him, soaking his fingers with her love. He would make her feel treasured, he would make her his priority. He would make her think of him when she’s with anyone else, to pin and yearn like he does. He would make her compare everyone to him.

Aided by the lubrication, Driver slid two of his fingers into Keri and rubbed her sweet spot.

“Fuck! That’s good!” Keri whimpered when Driver’s fingers massaged her.

More focused than when he drove for heists, Driver rubbed her insides while he kept stimulating her clit with the palm of his hand. It didn’t take long for Keri to rock her hips against Driver’s hand, trying to find more pleasure. Driver noticed Keri covering her mouth with her hand, drowning the chants he wanted to hear.

“It’s just you and me, baby” he cooed. “Don’t hold it in”.

Keri freed her mouth and sang a series of moans that rang heavenly in Driver’s ears. She grasped the door’s handle and the seat, tightly, seeking support for the increasing rhythm of her rocking hips.

Every now and then, Driver would look at the road and make sure they were safe. But most of the time he was looking at Keri, enthralled by her reactions, her blushing face, the way she seemed to glow brighter than ever right at that moment.

“I’m about to…” gasped Keri.

“Seats are easy clean” was Driver’s reply. “Go on”.

At that moment, Keri began to think she had bit more than she could chew. But she liked it. She liked this part of him, this completely devoted part that did everything for her, that turned her into his main focus. Hearing him indulging her, allowing her to let loose, it was doing wonders for the sensations bubbling up inside her.

Her body tensed and she felt vertigo, knowing what was about to happen. Slowly, her muscles began to tingle in a sweet and exhilarating sensation. She gasped as if her soul had abandoned her body through every pore, her lungs begging for more air to cry her joy. Her hips trembled with each orgasmic wave, warmly flaring up every nerve in her body.

Driver licked his fingers once they were out of her, relishing on her taste. He then patted Keri’s head while she was hunching, gasping for air and trembling.

“That’s my girl” he complimented with a low, gentle, kind of raspy voice that soothed Keri’s haze.

Keri lifted up her gaze, looking at Driver with fire in her eyes. She sprung from her seat, embracing him and locking him in a passionate kiss. The surprise almost took him out of the road. She was devouring his lips, making it hard for him to focus on both the driving and her kisses.

“Pull over, now!” she sneered, dominantly.

He didn’t need to think it twice. He found a solitary overview and quickly parked the car there. Finally free from one of his chores, he was able to return Keri’s adoration and their kisses became even more passionate. He was holding her close to him tightly, trapping her, not wanting to ever let her go. He wanted her to stay with him and only him.

He felt her hands travelling down his chest and stopping on his hips, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants.

“You think you won?” Keri’s voice rang dangerously in Driver’s ears. “You think you are the only one who knows how to use their hands?”.

Keri kept kissing Driver while her hands freed his erection. Considering he was plenty warmed up already, she started stroking him, twisting her wrist, using his pre-cum to her favor.

“Fuck, baby… you can’t do that” he snarled.

“Or what?” she purred.

Defeated, Driver hung his head back, letting his girlfriend do as she pleased with him. He huffed and groaned, fighting the only battle he had left for dominance: not moaning out loud for her. He didn’t know how much longer he would be able to stand. Keri was very good at what she was doing. And not only that: her free hand had already taken off his shirt and was caressing his back in delightful thrilling motions, while her mouth started sucking on his earlobes and jaw.

“Damn…” he finally moaned, his breath shaking. He didn’t know if he should curse himself or smile feeling the rumbling of Keri’s victory giggle against his skin.

He couldn’t help but twitch when Keri sped up or slowed down her rhythm, teasing him, postponing his pleasure, making him her plaything. She would stroke his full length, then would only rub his frenulum, then would only pay attention to his head and would go back to stroke him at full speed. It was a pleasurable torture.

“I should’ve done the same…” thought Driver.

Keri let go of her grip on him, making him gasp from the sudden stop, embarrassingly so. She laughed at that and shifted her position to sit on his lap. She leaned on him and, while teasing with kissing him, her hand pulled the lever to lower the seat’s back down, positioning them in a horizontal position with her on top of him.

Keri removed her shirt (and Driver was glad of getting rid of the judgmental gaze of that… dog? Cat? Puppykitten? That thing! He had had enough of him, his smug aura mocked him), offering the (much better) sight of her bare chest. Driver’s hands were naturally drawn to her, caressing her gorgeous frame. Keri’s hands accompanied him, and led them towards her breasts. Driver was glad to reach that place, kneading them, pinching the nipples, hearing her lovely whimpers.

Keri’s hands moved back to his dick, while she positioned her pussy on top of it.

“Ready for the main track?” she said, swaying her hips over him.

“No brakes” he replied.

Keri lowered down her hips. She gasped as the swift motion made his whole length fill her up. Tires were warm enough already for the race and Keri started riding him fast right away.

“Fuck!” Driver muttered, grasping Keri’s hips, digging his nails on her skin and moving his own hips upwards to meet Keri’s pace.

He loved hearing her moaning, breathing as much air as possible to keep up her frantic motions. He loved seeing her hair and boobs sway as she bounced on him. He loved her fiery brown eyes looking down on him with a smirk. He loved feeling her body falling on him, owning him.

She loved breaking him up, destroying his stoic walls. The moans that escaped his mouth were like honey for her ears. She loved seeing his face contort the more he tried to resist, ultimately unable to hide his flustered expression. She loved opening him up, ripping his heart out and pulling the strings inside it.

Keri rested her arms on Driver’s shoulders, changing the bouncing for a rocking of hips that made Driver gasp as soon as it started. Keri’s heart fluttered hearing his desperate reaction.

The skirt hid the union of their bodies but Driver would be lying if he said that didn’t make everything hotter. Hearing the contact of their skins was intoxicating. Keri’s insides felt too good and she always knew how to work him up, how to get the best of his engine. He just let her top him unrestrained, his greatest battle now being trying not to cum before her.

“I’m so close…” announced Keri.

“Thank fucking God!” thought Driver.

“Me too…” he replied with the softest grunt, his grip on Keri’s hips tightening.

Keri became bolder after that, rocking her hips faster, grinding eagerly against Driver’s dick massaging her insides. She didn’t stop, she kept reeling him up even after hearing that sweet “Keri…” that announced the inevitability of his bliss.

Driver growled as he felt the built-up pleasure come out of him in throbbing waves. His own orgasm had an extra layer of warmness when he felt Keri’s pussy clasping around his dick, her body shaking as she reached her second orgasm of the day along with him.

She fell on him, breathing heavily against his neck. She received her with open arms and hugged her. One of his hands travelled through her disheveled hair while the other caressed her back.

“You are awesome, babe” he complimented.

“Same back at you” she replied, still out of breath. She then moved her head and kissed his lips. “There’s no one like you”.

Driver’s chest swollen with pride. He held Keri closer to him, hugging her tightly. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him and he was not going to let her go. He wanted her to stay like this, forever, while he kissed her head in absolute adoration.

[loveshotzz]

🤔 surprising virgin Eddie w roadhead ?

Anything for my twin! (We’re both suckers for virgin!eddie and Danny D)

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader 18 PLUS NO MINORS

warnings: virgin!eddie with experienced reader. Road head (m receiving). Slight corruption kink. Cum swallowing.

Likes, comments, and reblogs are always very appreciated.

Word Count: 2K

Whips of muggy evening air brush across your face from the open window of Eddie’s passengers seat. One hand outside you trace the curves of the road with the edge of your palm, eyes following the path of the faded street lines against the glow of his headlights. The soft beams of the moon mesh with the lights of his dashboard and when you look over they hit his face in a way that makes your heart flutter and your thighs press together.

Tonight had been date number four and you were determined to get him to do more then just kiss you. Shutting it down every time it would get too heated with the promise of next time, the nerves that jangled in the shake of his voice gave him away. You’d always figured Eddie might be a virgin having never seen him with any type of girl or guy through out the many years you’d gone to high school together. You weren’t exactly sure what happened after you’d graduated and he got held behind but you definitely knew he wasn’t pulling anybody at The Hide Out

Picking up a summer job bar backing the two of you reconnected when his band started playing their weekly gigs. Charming you with his goofiness and big doe eyes the crush you had on him for all those years came roaring back to life. So when he finally got to courage to ask you out a few weeks ago it had become harder and harder to keep your hands off of him. Quickly becoming addicted to the crimson that spread like a wildfire across his cheeks at your advances.

Messy curls blow lightly in the wind from your window and thick ringed fingers tap to the beat of the music on the steering wheel. His chocolate eyes are focused on the road ahead of him, biting his bottom lip you wonder what’s going on in that pretty little head of his. Pulling your hand back in you crank the window shut, the difference in sound ringing in your ears temporarily before the unspoken tension thickens in the van. Eyes darting to yours he gives you a shy smile before returning his attention back to the empty road.

Remembering the way he had you pressed against the van before this, hungry lips leaving a mess all over your neck and chest had you feeling bold. Tucking your hair behind your ears you take a deep breath before turning to the side in your seat. Catching your movement in the corner of his eye, Eddie looks over at you with an arched brow

“Everything good sweetheart?” Confused by the heat of your gaze you watch the beginnings of pink start to flush his cheeks.

“Yeah, everything’s great.” Grinning sweetly you place a hand on his thigh giving it a light squeeze. “Why don’t you keep your eyes on the road?”

Shooting you another confused look and a double take he gives in fixing his attention back to where it was. His grip tightening against the steering wheel, you can feel how worked up he is from your seat just from your stare.

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, the taste of cherry from your gloss hits your tongue. Pushing your hand up the muscle of his thigh the denim is rough under your palm. Eyes catching the way his pants were already tightening you fought the smug grin that dared to break across your face.

“What- what are you doing?” Eddie’s eyes are big when they meets yours and despite his nervous demeanor you can see the same want darken the warm chestnut of his iris’s.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Pushing yourself closer your fingers ghost past the bulge that was fighting against his zipper. Trailing your way up they rest against the top of his jeans.

Swerving slightly he mutters a ‘fuck’ under his breath. Cheeks burning hot, his eyebrows furrow in concentration. His grip on the steering wheel becoming so tight the whites of his knuckles showed.

“Do you want me to stop?” It definitely didn’t feel like he wanted you to but you had to hear him say it. When he takes a minute to answer you start to pull your hand away but he’s quick. Calloused fingers grip your wrist just hard enough to stop you.

“N-no.” Letting go of your wrist his sweaty fingers stick to your skin slightly before returning back to their home on the steering wheel.

Smiling to yourself you eagerly pop open the front button of his pants before slowly pulling down the zipper. Hissing under your slow movements, Eddie exhales loudly through his nose when the restricting metal is finally out of the way.

Placing a hand on his arm rest you push yourself up so your lips rest against his ear, your close proximity enough to make him groan.

“Lift your hips up for me baby.” Making sure they brush against the shell of his ear with every word he shudders under your smooth voice.

Nodding frantically he lifts them up just enough for you to shove them below the curve of his ass. Blue and white checkered boxers are revealed already stained under the hardness of his cock that is begging to be released from its cotton confines.

Licking your lips you press an open palm against the length of him, wrapping your fingers loosely around the curve.

“Jesus Christ.” Swerving again the motion makes you squeeze him hard out of reflex eliciting another moan from his lips. The redness that takes over his cheeks you could tell he was starting to get embarrassed about how sensitive he was.

Squeezing him again you watch him bite his lip to try and keep quiet too shy to look at you in the wrecked state he was already in.

“Don’t hold back, I like it Eddie.” Reaching into the hole of his boxers your fingers wrap around the smooth skin of his cock, pulling it free you give it one hard pump before bringing your lips back to his ear. “Let me hear how good my mouth makes you feel.”

Gulping loudly Eddie’s wide eyes meet yours, a devilish pushing across glossed lips.

“Eye’s on the road big boy.” Stroking his ego a little bit to soothe some of his nerves you throw him a quick wink before lowering your head to his lap.

You weren’t necessarily stroking his ego, Eddie was big. You’d be lying if said you weren’t intimidated when you felt the weight of him in your hand, and even more so when it sat directly in front of your face. Slick starting to build in your panties at the thought of him splitting you in two with it.

Leaning further over you balance yourself on your knees on the passengers seat hiding yourself from the view of unsuspecting cars that might catch a glimpse. Gripping the base of him with a firm grip you let your lips hover over his pink leaking head. When your hot breath tickles against the sensitive skin he shudders underneath you. Brushing your lips against the tip you swipe your tongue out, it’s quick and teasing only collecting some of the salty precum that glistened on top.

“Holy fuck!” Swerving off the side of the road his bad driving is almost enough for you to lose your balance.

“Eddie, if you are going to kill us I’m going to have to stop.” Only slightly annoyed your chest swells at the power you already had over him. Looking up at him from underneath your lashes his brown eyes meet yours in apology.

“I’m good- I’ll be good. Shit, sorry.” Rubbing an exasperated hand over his face he refocuses his attention back on controlling the van.

It takes you a moment to get situated again, positioning your mouth right above his angry looking head. You let one more long breath fan over his length. Twitching in your hands you swirl your tongue around the tip collecting the rest of the pre cum before taking him into the heat of your mouth flattening your tongue along along the vein that protruded from the side.

Car jerking slightly you can hear Eddie cursing under his breath above you. Humming around him, you start to move yourself up and down in a slow and steady rhythm, tongue wrapping around his length with every bob of your head. Pushing yourself down on him till your sticky lips hit the side of your hand, it’s still enough of him to have you drooling down your chin.

The feeling of a tentative hand on the top of your head breaks you concentration, and you let him fall from your lips with a loud pop.

“Is this okay?” He sounds nervous when asks like he’s ruined the moment.

Without a word you free one of your hands from his length to guide his fingers to your hair, curving them with yours encouraging him. Bringing your attention back to his cock that stood tall and painfully hard in you hand you wrap your lips tightly around him again. Moving your hand out of the way finding a new home on his thigh you try to fit the entire length of him in your mouth.

Gagging slightly when he hits the back of your throat, his fingers tug harshly at your hair when he feels the wet walls of your mouth constricting around him. Nose pressed against the rough patch of hair at his base you twist your head from side to side sucking harder as you make your way back up his length.

The van feels like it’s moving faster then it should but the way he starts pulsating in your mouth tells you he’s close, and you can’t find it in yourself to care.

“I’m fuck- baby, that feels so good. Jesus you’re gonna make me fucking cum.” His voice sounds raspy when he talks, thick with want while your mouth continues to swallow him whole. Pushing yourself further down your eyes start watering as you gag around his length, a wet patch of drool forming on the crotch of his boxers underneath you.

Pulling the van over with a harsh crank of the wheel to the side of the road, his foot hits the break hard as hot ropes of cum start shooting down the length of your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby, baby.” Throwing his head back with eyes closed tight his fingers slowly loosen their hold in your hair, his body going limp underneath you.

Greedily swallowing every drop you let his already softening member fall from your lips, landing on the wet spot on his boxers.

Untangling from your hair his hand rubs across his face, the intensity of his orgasm leaving him a shuddering mess. Sitting up you plop back down in your seat wiping your mouth with the back of your hand with a satisfied hum. Keeping his eyes closed with his head pressed to the against the headrest you watch him take a moment to catch his breath. When his big eyes meet yours, a shy smile crosses his lips before a laugh bubbles out. Shaking his head he adjusts himself back in his pants before putting both hands back on the wheel turning his attention back onto you.

“That was, that was incredible.” Shaking his head in disbelief he leans over encouraging you to meet him half away which you do gladly.

Pressing a soft kiss to your lips he pulls away just enough to look in your eyes, ringed fingers reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Despite having his cum in your mouth moments ago your own cheeks heat up under his gaze.

“You better get used to it baby.” Stealing one more kiss you let yourself fall back into your seat stealing on of his hands in the process, excited for whatever was next for the two of you.

@munsonmunster

[majimasleftasscheek]

do you have any thots on dadjima👁👃👁

HOT DAMN YEAH I DO

OK OK SO I'm gonna mention Haruka a lot cuz she too is my daughter and I care her a lot

so I think it's p well established that Majima wants to be a dad. He has a lot of dialogue and whatnot implying he's very into the idea but also realizes he can't have that to a degree - either because of the whole yakuza thang™ or due to his own damage. I imagine he'd have a lot of anxiety actually being a father since his personality and lifestyle could be too much for actual family life. He has a lot of baggage and would fear the intimacy of family—fears his emotional distance would put a strain on people, even if it's to protect them at his expense. In the end he’s yakuza through and through and there’s parts of him that are rough around the edges and wouldn’t mesh with his own domestic wants. That'd be a hurdle he'd struggle to get over. 

butttttt I love love love Haruka and Majima family times because she's versed enough in the lifestyle these crime men lead. While she doesn't necessarily care for the dangers of yakuza life, she's experienced it and understands sometimes the boys gotta do what the boys gotta do. It's fucked and certainly not healthy for a child to have such involvement but to a selfish extent, Majima would appreciate it since that's the only life he knows. But, he'd dote on her, do anything to make her happy and protect her. He can't fix her trauma nor his own but he'd make the best of it. I think he'd compensate a lot to give her the perfect life and it ends up a little overbearing, just because he's trying so hard to make more good out of the bad.

speaking of which, he's defo the type to give a kid a lot of presents. Gift giving or hanging out to show he cares and how he connects. To an extent, I think he'd be too blunt about it - buying things to make up for something he did or something that can't simply be fixed with material wants. I think he'd be bad at dealing with negative emotions and short bursts of serotonin are his immediate ways of handling it. I think if he really needed to, he can break down the hard stuff and actually talk but he’d avoid it first if possible.

he's definitely jealous of Haruka and Kiryu's relationship - how easy it is for them to get along, how Kiryu can bumble through life as a square wheel and somehow exist as a makeshift dad. Majima likes to win and as a father, he'd try to be the "better" parent. Agreeing to do stuff with the kid even if it's not the greatest idea. Oh you wanna eat a whole ass cake for dinner? Sure we can and I'll even help :D and then they're sick as shit afterwards. He'd take responsibility for things the kid did wrong and the spoiling would be through the roof. He'd have to be talked down often. 

however, I do hc him as a stickler for rules so his household wouldn’t be total chaos. He has limits and standards he’d like to keep, perhaps more so to make a better life for the kid than himself. He’d like to keep his kid out of the nitty gritty, the shit he’s lived through so he knows that sometimes being a good lil boy that follows the rules is something you simply have to do. But he’d teach them resilience and resistance and following whatever code of life lets you live the fullest.

also 100% would teach his kid self defense and give them their very own knife how wholesome 🥺

Haruka things: I love the idea of him teaching her how to dance and sing. He would have the best time of his life doing something with her that not only interests him but is also something he's good at. Throw in an ego boost when she's impressed by his roller skating and he starts to think he can actually pull this dad thing off. Maybe he sings (good) just for her and it’s their little secret that he can actually do it and that makes it even more special.

Goromi stuff ohohoho—she would do up her kid’s hair, teach them makeup and let them practice on her. Playing house and having that inkling of domesticity she knows she can’t have entirely but even just a little is enough. Feels the type to think nothing is good enough for her kid and would judge anything given to them by others or romantic interests later on in life. Only the best for their special bby after all

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sticky notes (spencer reid x reader) (platonic!baux reader)

overview: reader leaves and recieves a passive aggressive sticky note before going on a case

genre: fluff and humor?

a/n: i thought of this last night while i was trying to go to sleep and i could not stop thinking about that one vine and its also super snowy where i live lol. anyway i wrote it today throughout the school day and couldnt wait to put it on here :)

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'whoever used the last sugar packet, your moms a hoe.'

you let out a small chuckle and stuck the sticky not to the container that usually held packets of sugar before taking a sip of your bitter, unsweetened coffee that you would have to deal with for the rest of the day.

"i hope hotch didn't take it," prentiss laughed, peering over at the note.

"everyone knows hotch drinks his coffee black." you retorted.

"no only you know that because you were his assistant before you joined the team," she joked, resulting in you sending a light elbow to her side. "you know we are handwriting analysts. everyones going to know you wrote that."

"except that they wont because i type everything. besides, i dont really think anyone on the team wont take the joke." you chuckled, pushing the door open with your free hand and heading into the bullpen.

"briefing room in 5 minutes, we have a case," hotch called from the balcony.

"theres fresh coffee in the break room, i feel like were going to need it," you said to the rest of the team that were sitting at there desks.

they all eagerly got up, ready for a fresh, hot drink to wake them up. you smiled as you walked to the briefing room, standing by your unassigned assigned seat. you took a sip of your drink, making a face at the bitter taste.

"why is your beautiful face scrunched up?" Garcia asked, setting down files in front of all the empty seats.

"someone took the last sugar." you stated simply.

"i have some in the batcave, youre always welcome" she winked, sending you a warm smile which you gladly returned.

"youre the best."

"yeah i know," she answered before the other agents began filing in, Spencer taking a seat next to you. "alright crime fighters, today youre all headed to snowy Alaska."

"actually," rossi looked at hotch and then garcia before continuing, "Garcia i think youre coming too."

"sir?" she looked over at hotch.

"dave is right. the connection will be spotty anyway, it would be best if you came a long and worked from the precinct." hotch confirmed.

"oh. alright." she obliged before continuing with the details of the case.

(a/n: im waaayyyy too lazy to write a whole case)

"wheels up in 5, it will take a while to get there and we dont have time to waste." hotch said at the end of the briefing before walking out.

"oh shoot i left my phone in the break room," i whispered, smacking my forehead with my palm.

"do you want me to wait for you?" spencer offered.

"no its ok," you smiled, jogging down the stairs.

"ill take your go bag. hurry i dont know if i can convince them not to leave without you!" he called after me, a giggle escaping his throat at his own joke.

"thanks! it'll be their loss anyway!" you laughed, as you sped walked to the break room. "there you are." you whispered to your phone that was sitting on the counter.

your eyes drifted to the note you had left earlier only it was gone. a new note sat in its place, a reply scrawled on it.

'ill have you know my mother is a very nice lady'

you smiled and rolled your eyes, slipping the note into your pocket as you walked briskly towards the jet. you walked out and saw reid waiting for you at the door of the jet, motioning frantically for you to board. you had taken a little too long looking at the note.

"10 more seconds before you're officially late!" he yelled, looking at his watch.

you broke out into a sprint, running as fast as you possibly could, trying to get across the runway in time.

"dont leave without me!" you yelled out, knowing they wouldn't.

you looked at the windows, seeing the team's faces pressed against the glass, watching amused.

"5 seconds!" he warned as you neared the stairs. "3..." almost there! "2..." just a few more steps. "1!" his arms shot up as you pushed past him into the jet, just in the nick of time.

"wow im impressed pretty lady!" morgan laughed, giving you a high-five which you exasperatedly accepted.

"have a seat y/l/n, we have a long flight." hotch said. you began thinking he was made at you but then you saw him trying to stifle a smile, "i dont think ive even seen you run like that in the field."

he held out his fist which you bumped with your own before flopping breathlessly down onto one of the chairs on the jet.

~time skip to the end of the case because i feel like it~

you walked out of the police department, watching your own breath swirl around the air in front of you.

"could you believe that detective?" jj scoffed walking with you towards the suvs in the parking lot.

"i know he was so...creepy." you agreed, "if i smelled his coffee breath one more time id take his tiny d-"

you didnt get to finish your sentence, though; you felt a cold snowball bash against the back of your head.

"gotta go!" jj laughed, hopping into one of the last suvs and driving off.

"whoever threw that snowball, your moms a hoe!" you yelled out crouching down to gather some snow.

"what?" spencer yelled, emerging from behind a trashcan.

"IT WAS YOU!" you laughed, throwing a snowball and hitting him straight in the chest.

"wait no. what did you just say?" he asked, eyes wide.

"i said whoever threw that snowball, your moms a hoe." you stated, suddenly feeling bad, "but not your mom, diana is-"

"a very nice lady." he finished, reaching into his pocket and fishing out a crumpled little paper.

"oh my gosh," you breathed, pulling out a note from your own pocket.

"i had a feeling it was you!" he laughed.

you raised your eyebrows, "yeah right! you had no clue!"

"i totally did! i was like, 'hmmm who in the office talks like this? oh yeah my idiot best friend'." he countered, smirking.

"well i had a feeling it was you too!" you lied, crossing your arms.

"youre lying!" he laughed.

"no im not!"

"yes you are! you have a tell!"

"i do?!"

"yes! you purse your-" he swiftly reached to the floor and picked up a small amount of snow, wiping it across your mouth, "-lips."

the cool snow melted quickly on your now very warm face, causing you to instinctively wipe your it with your sleeve, "oh its on!"

snowballs were flying left and right in the nearly empty parking lot, seeking refuge all over your bodies. you watched him sneakily duck behind a trashcan, thinking you hadn't seen him. letting out a small chuckle you creeped towards the trashcan, standing behind him as he peered his head around the other side, looking for where you had gone. you took a small amout of snow and reached your arm around his head, wiping it against his mouth as he had. he jumped letting out a small scream before turning around and latching his arms around your waist.

he picked you up and spun you around, loosing his footing on the slippery, causing a strange mix of a laugh and a scream to escape your mouth. he fell back on a fresh layer of snow, with a dull thump. you fell directly on top of him, your foggy breaths melding together as your laughs started fading. his eyes flickered from your eyes down to your lips, a new rouge gracing his cheeks and nose, one that would be there regardless of the cold.

"ca-can i kiss you?" he asked, looking back up at your eyes.

"please." you smiled, heart close to bursting out of your chest as he closed the gap between you.

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( Roman reigns request)

Can you do when they meet for the first time

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader [Gender not mentioned so it could be a male or female reader]

Featuring: Roman Reigns, Y/n [GN!Reader], assholes.

Summary: Roman and y/n meet each other for the first time.

Warnings: life, bad luck, fluff, car problems, errors I missed.

w/c: 1045

A/N; FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED!

It was like the world hated you, or maybe you were cursed.

Your whole week has been horrible.

Some would say karma, or what goes around comes around but you honestly believed you were a nice person, sure you made mistakes, but they were mistakes and you learned from them, never repeat them. But for some reason, bad luck decided to strike.

So, here you were, stranded on the side of the road, caution lights turned on, with a flat tyre, not one flat tyre but two. You only had one spare tyre, you would have changed it and been on your merry way but unfortunately, life hated you. no one was stopping, they all passed by. You would remember that next time they had a flat. Take a mental note of the registration number on the plates that went past but didn’t stop.

They could at least stop or offer you to give you a ride to your job.

At least you wouldn’t die of heat. The car aircon was turned on full blast. Maybe, because it was so hot outside.

You tried calling your family members or friends to pick you up and take you to work, but every time you called them it went straight to voicemail.

Letting out a frustrated groan, you chucked your phone to the side. Making it land on the passenger seat with a thud. Not that you cared. You slammed your head on the steering wheel letting out another groan of frustration. Accidentally beeping your horn. It's not like anyone would stop. You heard cars passing by.

“Why does life hate me so much?” You muttered to yourself. You were on the verge of crying in frustration when you heard a loud knock on your window. Making you jump up in fright.

Head-turning to look out the window. Eyes adjusting to the bright sun. You saw a handsome looking guy looking back at you. Mouth a gap. He was dressed in a fancy suit. His black hair is styled in a man bun.

He motioned for you to wind down your window. Which you complied.

“I was going to ask if you wanted help changing your flat, but then I noticed it wasn’t just one tyre,” He spoke. Giving you a charming smile. If you weren’t sitting you would have been weak at the knees and slightly fell.

“Yeah,” You gasped out. Captivated by his beauty. He eyed you. Eyes roaming your features then your work attire. He came across your name badge. Smiling softly. It was a type of smile where it reached his eyes. The corners of his eyes crinkling.

“Did you need a lift your anything? I can maybe drop you off at your work, y/n?” He asked.

How does he know my name, oh, that’s right you have a name badge on, you thought to yourself.

“That would be great, I will just get my stuff,” You spoke. Grabbing your phone. You reached down to the passenger floor to grab your handbag. Turning the car off. you took the key out of the ignition. Checking to see if the handbrake was up and the car was in park. Turning the caution lights off. You undid your seatbelt, opened the door and got out of the car. You quickly locked it. Following the guy.

“Thank you,” You spoke. Voice filled with gratitude.

“No problem, my name is Roman,” Roman spoke, as the two of you walked to his SUV which was behind your car.

“Thank you, Roman,” You spoke again. Roman smiled, as the two of you came to a stop at the passenger door.

Roman opened the door for you like a gentleman. You quickly got in. thanking him once again. He gave a charming smile, before closing the door. You quickly put the seatbelt on, then sent a quick text to your friend and family, just to keep them updated. He might be a serial killer you didn’t know. Holding your handbag close to you.

Roman opened the door. Making you lock your phone. He quickly got in the car. Shutting the door and putting his seatbelt on. He quickly turned the key. Turning the car on. He put the car in gear, and the handbrake down. Putting his foot on the accelerator and drove back onto the highway.

It was silent for a while before Roman talked.

“Do you like your job?” He asked. Looking at you then back at the road.

“Yeah, I mean I have days where I think I should quit, but other than that I love it,” You spoke. Roman nodded.

“What about you? do you love your job?” You asked.

“Yeah,” He spoke. Eyes sparkling with happiness. Which made you smile. Stop, he could be a murderer, you thought to yourself.

The rest of the ride was filled with silence, though the car wasn’t in complete silence since the radio was playing softly.

Your heart pounded in your chest. Hands clammy. Maybe getting in the car was a bad idea. But you needed to go to work and none of your friends or family was going to get you.

Roman has been nothing but nice to you. starting a conversation here and there.

Eventually, you got out of your shell and head.

You were kind of bummed when he finally came to a stop at the shopping Centre you worked at.

“Thank you for stopping and dropping me off at work, how can I repay you?” You spoke. You took your seatbelt off.

“No problem, anytime, don’t worry about it, I hope you get your car all sorted out,” He spoke. Making your heart skip a beat, as he gave you a warm smile.

“Are you sure? I mean you didn’t have to stop, no one else did,” You spoke. Feeling slightly bad for not making it up to him.

“Yeah, I’m sure, they are just assholes,” He spoke. Making you smile. They were assholes.

“Bye Roman, thank you again for stopping and taking me to work,” You spoke. As you opened the door.

“Bye y/n,” He spoke. Giving you a wink, as you shut the door. You quickly walked into the shopping Centre, thinking of your encounter with Roman, hopefully, you will meet him again…

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Jealous Batboys (DC Super Hero Girls 2019)

Hello, my name is Kora kumori and I'm Brazilian, so sorry if there are any grammatical errors in the story! (This story is based on dc super hero girls 2019)

word count ; 1602

pairings ; Batboys x reader

genre ; fluffy / Smut

warnings: contains adult content.

Dick Grayson

- You two were at a party, and there were two guys around you.

- my friend, he is very jealous.

- Dick may seem the most peaceful among his brothers, but don't be fooled.

- He will grab your waist tightly in front of the intruders.

- "Excuse me boys, I don't know if you know me but my name is Dick Grayson, I'm Bruce Wayne's son" Yes, that was a threat. It's almost as if dick wants to say "I'm very powerful, so don't mess with me or my girl."

- When he introduces himself, it usually keeps the intruders away, but this time not, this time the two men were not intimidated by the name "Dick Grayson" so dick moves on to the second stage.

- Dick whispers something in your ear and then gives you a kiss, then he leaves. You were confused.

- You were uncomfortable because the two men were still on your side, blocking your exit.

- Dick comes back after about 10 minutes, you wanted to hit him for taking so long.

- "You two are expelled." Dick said to the men, they were perplexed "You and bruce wayne run the city, not us. So why would we go out?", Dick gives a stupid smile "As you said, bruce wayne and I ran the city, and I bought it this club, and you are at my club in my town, so get out or i going to be forced to call the guards. "

- You were jaw-dropping and speechless, did he just buy a club so he could kick out the guys who flirted with you? Dick was really the most amazing guy in Gotham.

Jason Todd (18+)

- Okay, for Jason blood and jealousy mix very easily.

- You were in a bar, if dick saw that jason took you to a place like this, he would protest.

- You were there because the owner of the bar was none other than Artemis, so you could drink for free.

-Sometimes you forget that Jason is a vigilante, and unfortunately for him, there was a robbery across the street, Jason said he was going to solve it quickly and that he would be back soon, he kissed you goodbye.

"In the meantime, a man much older than you approached, and he was ... flirting with you?" That was disgusting.

- Jason has a sensor to know when they are flirting with you, because he showed up just in time.

- Jason took a glass of beer and drank, he hit the glass aggressively against the table when he finished.

- "Did you miss something in my girlfriend's breasts, you idiot?" Jason gripped his waist so tightly that it was scarred the next day.

- The man looked drunk, so he replied "Is this angel your girlfriend? You teenagers are idiots, you shouldn't be dating, so she should be dating an older guy--"

- That alone was enough to free the demon that Jason calls "rage" and it was all too fast, the man didn't even speak and Jason jumped on him, they were punching each other, kicking, everything to get hurt .

- You were so used to seeing Jason involved in bar fights that you didn't even care, in fact, you even like it when he gets involved in fights, because you know what happens after he finishes fighting.

- The fight lasted about 2 minutes, and as much as they tried, nobody could get Jason off the guy, and Artemis seemed more interested in cleaning cups than separating the fight.

- "I'll be right back, doll." Jason gave you a deep, hot kiss, very hot. He was angry and had just killed a drunk in front of everyone, he was dragging the man's body to the warehouse, you knew that in a few minutes he would have nothing but bones.

- Okay, he came back, and there he is, Jason todd all bloody, did you think it was weird that it took him less than 10 minutes, "Hey, but so fast?", Jason looked angrier than before, "He only had fat . " You were going to say something else, but Jason pulled your arm so fast that you didn't have time, you knew what happened when Jason got mad, and an angry and hungry jason resulted in things ... hot.

- he pulled you into the car, and threw you hard, you could already see the bulge between his legs, "Jason, yo--", Jason was horny, and was squeezing the steering wheel of the car, "I won't be able to wait until we get to the mansion, let's do it here.", " What?! We can't do it here, if a policeman catches us we'll be in trouble... "Jason shut you up with a kiss, he was now on top of you shirtless, showing his entire collection of scars, "I said we would do this here."

Tim Drake:

Tim is almost a robot, he feels emotions only inside, but shows nothing.

- You were in a coffee shop, Tim needed to finish a job.

- You were bored with watching him typing on his laptop, the coffe shop was empty and you could only hear the sound of the keys.

- "Coffee, can you get me another S / N?" You looked at Tim confusedly "You mean Y / N can you get me a coffee?", "That's what I said. Can you get it?" You were already getting worried about Tim, he hadn't slept for 3 days, it seems that being vigilant and a student is not easy.

- Well, you got up and went to get a coffee for your sleepy boyfriend for the 4th time, Tim like the biggest coffee, so you got the biggest one, and when you were going back to the table with Tim, a man unwittingly hits you, spilling all the coffee on your clothes.

- He seemed sorry, and apologized countless times, and somehow, those apologies turned into a conversation. You were enjoying chatting with your new best friend, until he asks "Do you have a boyfriend?", You loved Tim, and of course you replied that you did, and pointed to Tim.

- your friend wanted to forget that he asked this, so when you were going to talk again, "Hey Y / N." Tim came out of nowhere, the two of you jumped out of your seats, Tim had this Bizarre gift of being too silent.

- "Hi my love, let me introduce you to ..." Before you finished, tim completed his sentence, "Edward hanscom." Tim said coldly, "Yes! How did you know? I didn't even--" Tim interrupted you again, "I know a lot of things, and we better get going, I finished my job."

- "I-I think I'm leaving, Y / N, I'll see you the other day ..." Edward was about to walk out the door, when Dick came in, he was at work now (Officer) "Mr. Hanscom?" Edward nodded, "Y-yes it's me ...", "You're under arrest" and said, dick handcuffed edward and took him to the car to make sure he wouldn't run away, after doing that dick returned to the coffee shop.

- "Tim and S / N? How nice to see you here!", Tim just muttered something, and you waved happily at Dick, "I don't want to intrude but, why did you arrest him? I talked to him a few minutes ago." , "oh he? He was caught by cameras in a super market stealing food, I'm going to take him to the police station" you were worried about it, Edward didn't look like a criminal, so why was he being arrested?

- You thought for a moment and looked into the dick car, you found Jason inside. "D-dick, are you sure you are taking Edward to the police station? ...", "Certainly. Well, it was nice to talk to you but I better get back, I have work to do, see you soon, Tim and S / N! " Then he was gone, dick is gone.

- You left the coffee shop, you were going to the Wayne Mansion now "Edward was cool, it's a shame he is a criminal, and I'm not sure if Dick will take him to the police station I hope he will be fine ...", "he will be fine." You were a little uncomfortable with what happened a few minutes ago, so you took Tim's hand, "So, what were you working on, my little bird? You've been at it for two weeks" Tim looked at you "I was trying to locate a guy.", You were curious now, "A guy? You usually work with more important things than that, my love", Tim looked at you seriously" It was very important, that guy has spent 3 times looking at the butt of a guy's girlfriend, this is disrespectful.", you rolled your eyes, Tim gave too much detail, "Okay, so what was his name?", "Edward Hanscom."

- You were in shock, he spent 2 weeks locating that guy who came to flirted to you at the Coffee shop?!, "You idiot! Dick is going to give Edward as food for Jason!" You pushed Tim lightly, he was now laughing "Dick knows how to control that beast, besides, that Edward guy looked at your ass!", "You are an idiot Tim, you sent the guy to prison!" Tim now hugged you, "Relax, i will let him go tomorrow, that was just for him to learn not to look at the ass of others' girlfriend", you were silent, until you think of something to talk about "You know Tim, you can do it be bizarre and scary at the same time, but I love y--" for the thousandth time, Tim interrupted you "I love you too.", you started laughing now" You have to stop interrupting me! This is scary you silly!"

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2022 Harley Davidson Freewheeler [Specs, Features, Photos]

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General Info Price: $28,499 USD / $34,599 CAD Key Features: Milwaukee-Eight® 114 V-Twin engine Brembo ABS Brakes 12” Mini Apes Optional RDRS Main Specs - Engine: 114 ci V-twin - Power: 100.5 HP (estimated) - Torque: 118 lbs-ft @ 3000 RPM - Wet Weight: 1,118 lb. (507 kg) - Seat Height: 26.2 in. (665 mm)

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[mrs-immortal]

hot-pot request prompts

💗- S/O with a majestic accent! 🍷- saying cheesy things when they're drunk is cliche, they will instead open the floodgates and confess how important S/O is to them and wake up being cuddled. 👑- being called precious! 🍞- baking bread together :) (or teaching them how to make soft fried bread..yum) 🔮- magical! S/O has some interesting powers, the visions of stars look wonderful from their domain! ☂️- keeping them dry in rain, so cute, so cliche lol. 🍡- being called cute! 🩹- them spending time with emotionally intellegent S/O who makes them feel heard and understood.. for the first time in a while. 🍰- repeating their first date years later! 🤍- how did they fall? not 'how fast did they fall', how did they fall emotionally, what was it like falling for S/O? 🎻- S/O has a beautiful singing voice! 🍦- spending a day along with S/O doing seemingly mundane things except S/Os presence is the thing they needed to hold themselves together until day runs out. 🪐- S/O calls them meaningfull endearments, can be multilingual! 🍨- ice cream on a hot summer day..except S/O gives them an ice cream kiss! 🥛- taking quick breaks during an exhausting day when S/O brings them lunch and tells them to do some self care before they head back to their own tasks..cute! 🥥- vacations, what is vacations for them? before and after they found S/O 🥡- going around their home town and rediscovering things they loved with S/O ☕- how they boast about their lover, subtle or 'my love is better than yours!' type? do they make it obvious without realising? 📜- writing a story of their one year dating together as an anniversary gift! giving S/O or recieving from S/O 🌊- dipping feet into the water and simply holding hands at the beach for minutes before returning home at night..romantic, i like that. 💭- do they daydream about love love love? 🎠- amusement parks! would they want to go there? 🍣- prepearing lunch for S/O for the first time..oh that must be nerv wrecking..;; 🍼- congrats! the character and their S/O are expecting, how do they go along with the realisation of becoming a parent? 🍧- would they sing for their S/O? sober? drunk? romantic maniac? 🌸- when do they tie the knot? honey moon? how mushy, geniune and happy are they with their S/O the day from and beyond the alter? 🐇- birthdays; how do they go? theirs, and then their S/Os 👻- haunted house pictures! wait..did they really have their friend third wheel like that? 🩰- anniversaries! How do they spend ‘em? Have they ever forgotten? As the years come and go, how do they change? 🍄- S/O has gotten them a gift that has a lot of emotional value to them both! 💌- traditions, dates, inside jokes: this is a free-space limbo :D ☁️- they fell sick and now S/O is taking care of them; how much of a pain are they..? 🦋- sing in the shower and dance in the rain, how carefree do they get when they let loose with/for their S/O? 🍯- finding dinner ready for them at night..my heart.. 🍓- are they any good in the kitchen? Can they even learn not to burn water or are they the chef who could make a feast at 4am with eyes closed? 🌙- dragon tamer S/O; some mystical beast tamer who has every single myth under the sun as a pet or best friend, how do they react to that fact? 🌱- do they react well to gifts that make it obvious S/O knows them to the very core? Something that makes them feel heard and seen, does it make them happy or are they cautious to be known so well? 🍒-freshly baked cookies! Holding the baby for the first time