#600+ words

[ziltoidcoffee]

Prompt: Sometime in CK era, Terry starts to wear reading glasses. He's a bit self-conscious about this visible marker that he's getting older. Daniel, on the other hand, is *really* into it.

{Anon, was this perhaps inspired by the below photo? 🤓 I love this picture of him so much! I cannot look at it without smiling like an idiot. Thanks for sending me an ask!)

When Daniel enters the living room, Terry is sitting in his usual red, leather armchair near the fireplace reading his latest favorite novel. It’s not an uncommon sight for him to walk in at this late hour. But his former teacher, now boyfriend, is sporting a pair of black plastic-framed glasses that Daniel’s never seen him wear before. He blinks a few times to make sure he’s seeing this correctly then smiles and clears his throat.

Terry peers up from his book, looking over the glasses, and Daniel feels his heart skip a beat. “Danny?” his boyfriend stutters uncharacteristically. “You’re back early.” 

He reaches up to take off the glasses, but Daniel steps closer, blurting, “Leave em on.”

“What?” Terry asks, setting his book on the table beside him. He’s clearly playing dumb though Daniel is not fooled.

“Your glasses,” Daniel answers and comes forward to stand in front of him. “Leave 'em on.” He slips an arm around Terry’s shoulders then lowers to sit on his boyfriend’s thighs with his legs thrown over the arm of the chair. Despite both of them aging, their size difference hasn’t changed, and he still fits perfectly in Terry’s lap. “Why have I never seen you wear them?”

His boyfriend smiles despite being clearly caught off guard and folds an arm around his waist to bring him closer. “I don’t know. Maybe you should pay more attention to me,” Terry suggests, and his free head grabs Daniel’s ankle, wrapping his fingers around without effort.

Daniel rolls his eyes. “I couldn’t pay more attention to you if I tried,” he quips and taps the hinge of Terry’s glasses with his index finger. “Did you get ‘em recently?”

Terry sighs. “No, they’re a few years old,” he admits. “I just—haven’t worn them since we reconnected.”

There’s a pause of silence while Daniel muses over his boyfriend’s confession, but he doesn’t take long to figure out what’s going on. He frowns and repositions himself to straddle his lap with a bent leg on either side of his thighs, and Terry takes him by the hips to keep him steady. “If you need them to read—or whatever—then you should wear ‘em. Don’t be embarrassed, Terry,” he explains, throwing his arms around his boyfriend’s neck. “I had to start stretching each morning to avoid getting too sore during the day. It’s just part of getting older.”

He chuckles. “Me wearing glasses isn’t quite as sexy as you stretching,” Terry tells him, slipping his fingers under Daniel’s shirt.

“That’s where you're wrong,” Daniel corrects him. 

His boyfriend raises a brow. “Oh?”

Daniel smirks and reaches up to grab his glasses by the temples, lowering them down his nose. “It’s sexy to me,” he whispers. “You look like a teacher—you know, like the ones in a classroom, not a dojo.”

That brings Terry’s lips up in a smirk. “Is that so?” he asks.

“Yes,” he whispers, tugging him by the collar of his shirt.

“Yes, sir,” Terry corrects, his tone stern. “You address me properly, Mr. LaRusso.”

If this weren’t so arousing, Daniel would be laughing at the irony. “And if I don’t?” he asks before adding a quick, “Sir.”

Terry’s fingers under his shirt slide down to clutch the leather belt in the loops of his trousers. “I suppose I’ll have to teach you a lesson,” he answers, yanking Daniel forward until their chests come together. “And it won’t happen in a classroom.

A breath startles out of Daniel, and his cock twitches in his pants. “Is that a promise?” he asks, purposefully leaving out the “sir.” 

His boyfriend shakes his head. “I’m disappointed in you, Mr. LaRusso,” he says as if he’s not already getting hard under Daniel’s crotch. “One day as your teacher, and I already have to punish you.”

Daniel leans forward until their lips are only inches apart. “I guess I need a lesson on discipline,” he teases.

“Are you willing to receive it?” Terry whispers, breath gusting against his face. 

“Yes,” Daniel breathes. “Sir.”

#silverusso #asks answered #my writing #drabble #fanfic #terry silver #daniel larusso #terry silver x daniel larusso #i have a similar pair B) #why have like 3 of my drabbles began with terry in a room and daniel walking in #guys im not that original #fun fact is that i never had a hot teacher :( #one professor was okay but kinda arrogant but thus is all profs #600+ words

[irisbaggins]

In rewatching the season, I'm noticing how clever Aabria and Brennan were in crafting Tula's story. How well thought out everything was.

Specifically, the bear. It's been mentioned so many times before, but with the context of the completed season, I cannot help but be in awe at the skilful storytelling at display here. The way in which the Blue is described to appear wrong only in reference to Tula and her heart, the way in which Tula talks about curiosity and and having experienced knowing someone who died because of it. Of how Aabria describes to Izzy how Tula looks when she heals the bear, of how Aabria specifically points out that Tula recognises the commonalities between herself and the bear. These breadcrumbs that mean little in the beginning, that tell everything at the end. It's amazing, stunning, masterful storytelling. I am in awe.

#text_loke #meta from loke #Burrow's End #Burrow's End Spoilers #Aabria Iyengar #Brennan Lee Mulligan #i am forever in awe tbh #also the way i gasped at several of brennan and aabria's lines this episode #i'll need to pull some quotes from that whenever i get on my computer #and i desperately need to write a fic about everything that happened from Tula's perspective #but that would be AFTER i finally manage to finish the little beast i'm working on about that Last Fight from Tula's pov #'cos BOY i have a feeling i will write a lot. just 600 words on the intro before 'kill them all'. so y'know. a wordy little thing... #anyway. i love burrow's end so much. i cannot stop thinking about it #Dimension 20 Spoilers #D20 Spoilers

[travelingneuritis]

Illustration for my new BingYuan modern cultivation AU Heartbreak and Other Foreplay, in which Luo Bingge mistakes Shen Yuan for his shitty brother and gets domesticated for his troubles.

Art is gouache on watercolor paper.

#luo binghe #shen yuan #svsss #svsss fanart #svsss fanfiction #my art #my fic #bingqiu #bingyuan #fanart #i've gone through 600 thousand titles for this fucking thing i don't even know what words are anymore help #HaOF

[kastheory]

steve did not bully eddie in "the past" steve was a grade below him for 3 out of 4 years of his high school career freshman steve heard this weird loudass sophomore talking w his friends at 100 decibels in the hallway about fighting elves in the woods or something (steve did not know what larping was nor care to find out) and then he went to class bc are you insane hes not fucking w a sophomore you dont normally fuck w people ahead of your grade especially if they yell at people and wear chains and get into fights in the woods (with elves?) and you dont even have classes w them. you dont even care much about them in the first place beyond passing gossip like HAVE YOU GUYS EVER BEEN IN HIGH SCHOOL. sorry. anyway.

then steve keeps catching this guy in his periphery over the next two years shouting about board games and controversial food opinions and metal bands that steve likes a few songs from but could not ever imagine giving that much of a shit about. like at all. and by (steve's) year 3 the motherfucker is bouncing off the walls giving speeches about what the hell ever and saying he cant fucking WAIT to get out of this FUCKED UP PLACE!!!! YEP ITS TRUE IN LESS THAN ONE MEASLY YEAR ILL BE SAYING MY SWEET SWEET GOODBYES TO THIS BRAINLESS CONFORMIST PRISON!!!! and hardly anyone reacts beyond rolling their eyes or snickering to their friends about it and this includes steve because who cares literally who cares. this guys been causing a ruckus since the beginning of time and hes weird and unpredictable and not worth trying to shove in a locker he would probably evade the attack anyway like a nimble mouse or squirrel he might even try to bite you. and steve didnt shove anybody in lockers in the first place so who cares and yeah he has pretty eyes and a funny way of talking and moving around but WHO CARES

and then steve goes through the first round of nightmarish shit that would become a yearly ordeal and then wraps up junior year in a perfectly normal not haunted whatsoever fashion. and then hes a senior and in his subtly cringefail era (ongoing) and that freak guy is STILL HERE for some reason and kinda pissed off and possibly a bit devastated about it so okay great now steve has a few classes with this angry weirdo loudguy but. crucially. he has had a lot of OTHER SHIT to deal with lately (MONSTERS ARE REAL) (GIRL DIED IN HIS POOL) (GF RESENTS HIM) (HAS NO FRIENDS) (COLLEGE APPS) so the only effect eddie's constantly loudmouthed & often unwarranted input during class ever has is that it adds a little flavor to the constant metaphorical and literal headache of steves life.

and then he goes through round 2 of shit and finishes his senior year with little hope for a satisfying future ahead of him and never once thinks about that guy again except when his fellow grads whisper about oh my godd did you hear that the freak flunked out again hahaha and yep sure enough eddie's not there at the graduation ceremony. and he thinks huh i wonder what his fucking problem is and then he MOVES ON. the end. thats the extent of """their past""" at least in terms of any actual interactions btwn the two of them i promise okay listen to me. i was there

#and i think its beautiful. this was not supposed to be like 600 words long lol #im just so tired of the 'sorry i used to bully you...' of it all like WHAT?? HE DIDNT DO THAT?? WOULD EDDIE NOT HAVE MENTIONED THAT- #SHIT IN HIS SPEECH ABOUT STEVES TRUE CHARACTER???? HES LIKE 'i thought u were an asshole lol' COS IT WAS ALL IMPRESSIONS AND GOSSIP #also im tempted to write or add what eddies perspective would have been but it would be a MUCH SHORTER post imo #oho another popular jock roaming the halls well those things are a dime a dozen. time to throw pretzels at my friends #steve #eddie #steddie #📼 #🎱 #edit... i drafted this in....... april........ LMFAO #🪩

[yurislotusgarden]

ʚїɞ Not just a little crush ʚїɞ

ʚїɞ Port mafia!Dazai Osamu x Gn!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 1k

ʚїɞ Tw’s: literally nothing, just pure fluff of him being down bad

ʚїɞ This is literally just 1k words of Pmzai being down bad, whipped, even lovesick, for his crush🤷‍♀️

How did he end up like this?

The youngest executive in Port Mafia’s history, The demon Prodigy, one of the most feared people in Yokohama if not the whole of Japan, Dazai Osamu has fallen in love.

He tried to tell himself that it wasn't that. That the nice feeling he got whenever he was around you was just because of him standing near, or spending time with a friend, a close one, but denial can go on only for so long.

The brunette at first thought that his crush, as Chuuya had called it when he had caught onto Dazai's more than normally weird behavior, was one-sided. After all, there was no way that someone like you could love him, that just wasn't a possibility in Dazai's mind, yet you decided to go against his calculations once again, you seemed to like doing that and causing him to freak out.

It wasn't too long before he realized that, just maybe, you did at least like him in a romantic way, some acts just couldn't be brushed off as a friend gesture.

One thing he just couldn't brush off, as well as it being the reason he realized his crush may not be one-sided, was him remembering one of the times you cooked him food, even though you were aware how picky he could get with that matter.

///////////////////////////

A figure with brown-haired locks could be seen walking on the deserted sidewalk. Moonlight shone on him as he arrived at his destination, your house.

You always greeted him so sweetly, especially when compared to all the people in his life. Welcomed him like he was a classmate, a friend, a normal person that you both knew he wasn’t. He wasn't treated like a superior, like someone who would kill if the smallest mistake was made around him, and Dazai knew that he liked it from the very start.

Dazai had thought before how would it be if you somehow were in the PM, but to his surprise, he realized he hated, even despised that idea. Something about the concept of someone like you, a person who in his eyes could be an angel for all he cares, being in a dark place full of violence and death like the Port Mafia, was just absolutely not right.

Dazai had arrived at your door, not having to wait long after knocking for the door to be opened by you.

“Dazai?”

You. Oh, the lovely little thing that you were in his eyes. Innocent compared to him, a civilian who somehow met and befriended a feared mafioso without the slightest care in the world.

He had no idea how he managed to get where he was, but he had no regrets.

“Yes, me! Now let me in, it's damn cold!”

///////////////////////////

You disliked crab.

In fact, you disliked most seafood, he was perfectly aware of it, and yet, you did this just for him. 

A crab that could as well look like it was made by a restaurant chef laid in front of him on the table. It looked well-seasoned, the crab’s shell was purely gotten rid of, and the smell wasn’t overwhelming like a lot of food tends to be like to him… you really thought it out carefully. 

“What is this?” It was kind of a stupid question, but he wanted to know your reasons.

“What do you mean? I thought you liked crab?”

“I do-”

“Then shush and eat, you stick.”

What did you just call him? Did he hear it right?

“...’Stick’?” You turned to look at him as he said that, stopping the cleanup you were doing just moments before.

“Yes, have you seen yourself? When was the last time that you ate a proper meal, dear?”

Oh. Goddammit. Don’t get him started on the pet names. He was aware that you used it on people you considered close to you, as long as they agreed, and he’s been lowkey embarrassed ever since you asked for his permission to use them on him, or more like embarrassed on how fast he agreed to that. Dazai didn’t know why he liked it so much, maybe it was because of how no one ever referred to him as such, maybe it was the way you sounded when you addressed him with them, or maybe it was entirely just the fault of your voice but he simply didn’t care anymore.

“I think we both know that you’d rather not know the answer.” His answer caused you to let out a soft sigh, but what he said was kind of true. In truth, he would answer that it was the last time he ate at your place, which on one side wasn’t that long ago, but otherwise, he barely eats anything. You and Chuuya were the only ones getting any kind of nutrition into his body, which he supposed he should be thankful for… not like he’s ever going to voice it out.

“Right. Now eat, I don't need you collapsing on my floor.”

“But I don't wanna!” If any of his subordinates saw him like this, whining because of food, they would be dead on the spot, but he's alone with you, and he’s been over being embarrassed about his behavior with you a long time ago.

You sighed, and he knew that you were about to use the biggest thing you have on the brunet against him, just to get him to eat… Not like that wasn't Dazai’s plan from the start, he's gotta get his fair share of you, doesn't he?

“You eat the most you can and you get cuddles.”

“With you playing with my hair?”

You smiled softly and said, “I'll even add head kisses to the mix.” knowing damn well that it’s gonna win him over.

You knew what you were doing, you had to, and he didn't mind as long as you kept your side of the deal. He's gonna finish that damn plate if it means affection from his favorite person will be solely on him for as long as he wants it.

Hearts, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated

#another thing he cannot brush off is how affectionate reader is with him with no hesitation <3 #me looking at the word count expecting to see that I wrote 500-600 words but saw 1019 words: WHA- HUH???😰😭 #anyway i love this sm #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #x reader #bsd #bungo stray dogs #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #port mafia x reader #port mafia dazai #port mafia dazai x reader #mafia dazai x reader

[saeraas]

they kept reigen out of the pathetic man tournament because they knew he was overqualified for that one

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #reigen arakata #that person also put dio in that tournament which is lol #gojo and dazai both on one side of the bracket and i am confident reigen would have smoked both of them #bro why is aizawa there that's like the least pathetic person in mha #if you didn't see my reblog mentioning that reigen is the final boss: i know he's the final boss quit telling me #this post got 600+ reblogs you aren't the only one who knows that stfu #1k #also just quit trying to explain what words mean in fandom context when i didn't ask nor expressed the lack of understanding #goddamn 😭

[bizarrelittlemew]

me when i outline

#jk this was followed by 600+ words elaborating on the etc. #🐭📓 #writing

[megamindsupremacy]

I need more dpxdc crossovers making use of the way technically, Valerie is Amity Park’s hero. Phantom is the menace running around destroying shit with other ghosts, and Valerie is the vigilante who’s dedicated herself to stopping them.

It can go a few ways- a post-reconciliation fic where Danny and Valerie have moved past their rivalry and now they’re buds. bros. besties. running around and corralling ghosts together. the Justice League is working off of way outdated info and they think Valerie is still the sole hero of Amity, fighting off Phantom and other ghosts as they try to take over the Living Realms. They try to interfere with a fight to help Valerie against Danny until they both stop like "dude why are you interfering in our spar, we're busy here, go away" and continue trying to knock each other into the ground.

Or they approach Phantom, thinking he’s the hero and not knowing anything about Valerie, until she shows up and attacks Danny, yelling about how he ruined her life. and now the JL think Phantom lied to them about being a hero and they’re on Valerie’s side helping her hunt down Danny, who is 10x more stressed than he was that morning before the Fucking Justice League started hunting him down trying to capture him while Valerie tells them all about how evil ghosts and Danny are, with help from the Fentons

Or Danny is an established JL member, and the JL doesn’t really know much about Amity or that Valerie exists at all, until they’re facing a relatively big ghost problem and Danny's like “alright we’re calling in the calvary”. The JL expects another ghost, like the clone Phantom apparently has that he brought to work one day, and then some woman shows up, punches Phantom in the arm for never calling her, and then the pair wreck ghostly shit together while everyone watches in awe

Or the reverse, where Valerie is an established JL member or at least auxiliary member, and she’s their on-call ghost expert. Until one day there’s a question she doesn’t have the answer to and she’s like “alright one sec let me call my friend Danny”, and an hour later a ghost flies through the wall, hugs her, yells something excited about SPACE!!! and helps them with whatever problem the JL is having. Everyone is like “hey i thought you hated ghosts?” and Valerie just goes “yeah, but this guy is cool.”

Or the JL approaches Valerie in Amity Park and she introduces herself as Amity Park’s sole ghost-fighting hero, don’t ask what happened to the last guy. Everybody fully assumes she was dating “the last guy” and he was killed by the ghosts, and she took his mantle to get justice. Turns out, no, “the last guy” is Danny and he’s no longer the Amity Park hero because now he’s the ghost king, and he’s in charge of the fuckers now. Nobody ever clarifies that no, Danny and Valerie were not a couple who fought ghosts together until Danny was killed by a ghost, forever warping his personality and forcing him into the position of Ghost King. Because you’re not supposed to ask about it.

There's so much you can do with it, I have so many thoughts

#mads posts #danny phantom #dc #justice league #dpxdc #dp/dc #danny phantom crossover #dc crossover #danny fenton #valerie gray #im supposed to be writing a paper #the paper needs to be 600 words #i have written ~300 in four hours #i wrote all ~500 words of this in 10 minutes #i hate this #btw when i say 600. exactly 600 words. no more no less #this teacher is ✨ #edit: do NOT start character bashing I stg #containment breach

[rockingrobin69]

red-eye

Harry got home a little after two in the morning, bleary-eyed, mouth bitter with the taste of airport canned-air and mints. Rolled the suitcase as quietly as he could, probably making a racket: two in the morning, and he was dizzy-tired, all emptied out from the long layover, and the two-hour wait on the runway, and the taxi ride he absolutely insisted on when his flight was delayed yet again.

Gently, gently opening the door, which creaked so loud the whole world had to have heard. Sneaking inside his own apartment: Draco would be fast asleep, would need to be up at half-five tomorrow for work. Harry’s chest squeezed at the thought, Draco all wrapped up in their duvet, rumpled and sleep-warm, and—

On the sofa, all twisted in between the cushions, arresting and lovely and still in his fancy trousers. With his mobile clenched in his fist. His neck’s going to kill him, and Harry forgot how to breathe.

“Darling,” barely able to swallow the grin. “Draco. Darling.”

“Hmm?” long eyelashes blinking. “Harry? What’s the—fuck, I fell asleep?” grumbling himself up into sitting, flushed and so, so, sweet. “I was going to stay up.” Frowning. “I was going to pick you up!”

“Sorry,” laughing, wrapping an arm around him, trailing kisses down his nose, cheek, neck. Draco’s scent, warm and lemony and familiar, intoxicating. “Silly creature. You have work in the morning.”

“I haven’t seen you in ten days,” Draco yawned into his neck. “Did you bring me anything.”

Still laughing, “Of course. C’mon, let’s get you to bed. It’s so late and you’re—darling, come on.”

To Draco’s grey eyes blinking up at him all sparkling with delight. “Gift first. You know the rules, Potter.” There was a mark on his cheek from where he rested it on his wrist. Harry felt lightheaded with it, a rush of fizzy, scorching affection.

“All right, but don’t get your hopes up. It’s truly a small one this time.”

Leaning away for his case with Draco hanging on to him, smile so thick it hurt his face. “You’re not making it easier,” mumbled into his hair, and a kiss on top of his head, irresistible. “Here, darling.” From the front zip pocket he produced the tiny stone, dark grey with a thin white vein crossing it. “From an actual river this time. I woke up at five the last day of the conference and hiked up the hill.”

“You’re mad,” Draco said, but his smile gleamed. “It’s hideous. I love it.”

“I’m the mad one,” herding him up and then down the corridor, “it’s three in the morning, you absolute knobhead. You’ve no time to sleep.”

“What a tragedy,” Draco said, then turned to pull on Harry’s tie, to pull him closer. “Suppose you’ll have to find a way to keep me up.”

Harry was knackered. He hadn’t slept well in ten days and the flight, and the delay, and the layover. In his own bedroom, with the sheets that smelled like heaven, with the soft light and, god, his bed, his real actual bed, so inviting and so—looked at Draco, felt this warmth sizzling in his belly and growing only warmer.

“Suppose so,” he conceded with a grin, and kissed him again.

It’s been ten days. The plant on the cabinet grew at least three new leaves. Harry missed this place so badly he was sick with it: now, with his partner in his arms, with his back muscles screaming and a no-sleep headache—now he was happy enough to melt. Did, a little, in Draco’s arms.

Home.

(For flufftober day 23. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

#drarry fic #so soft omg #600 words #flufftober2023 #prompt: trinket #no magic AU #rockingrobin69 #i know i keep writing this moment again and again but it truly never fails to amaze me #how coming home can feel so - deeply like coming home

[matchingbatbites]

baby you can bite me (18+)

This is one part self indulgence, one part gift for the delightful @strangersatellites Thanks for both putting up with me and enabling me <3 Ao3 Link | 2.3k

Listen, Eddie knows he's weird. He knows it, he accepts it, fuck, it's a huge part of his image. He's weird and he's not afraid to make it everyone else's problem.

It's just- He just feels like there's a difference between being weird, and being fixated on Steve Harrington's teeth. And not in a passing 'oh he has nice teeth', oh no, that would be far too normal for someone like Eddie. No, it's been three years since Eddie noticed Steve's teeth, and he's thought about those perfect, pearly whites far too many times to be considered anything even close to normal.

And like, of course Steve has perfect teeth. Eddie isn't sure if Steve just has good genes or if there was a year of braces that he arrived in Hawkins too late to witness - though Eddie’s money is on the good genes because Steve is fucking gorgeous, but either way.

The bottom line is that Steve has a mouthful of perfect, polished teeth that Eddie wants to lick the backs of. He wants to look at them up close and in person, needs to get his fingers in Steve's mouth and map out each and every one until he has them memorized.

So when Steve finally asks him out a few months after the whole Vecna ordeal, finally kisses him at the end of their first real date, Eddie does his absolute goddamn best to be normal about it. Steve has said over and over how he likes that Eddie is odd, how he likes his little quirks that other people usually tend to find annoying. It makes Eddie feel safe, makes him feel comfortable to just be himself around Steve, and it slowly chips away at his need to come off as normal.

That kind acceptance is probably the reason why Eddie only makes it a month before he caves into his fixation. One month of deep kisses where he bullies his tongue into Steve’s pretty mouth, where finally gets to lick and taste while still being as casual about it as he can possibly be. 

He makes it a month before, on a night where they’re just hanging out at Steve’s place, he asks a soft “Hey. Can I do… something weird?”

They’re spread out across the couch and Steve tips his head up, looking at where Eddie is currently laid on top of him, nestled comfortably in the vee of Steve’s legs. 

“How weird? Like, normal Eddie weird?”

“Uh, I guess?”

“Then sure.”

And Steve gives him that soft little smile that’s just for them, the one that oozes endearment whenever Eddie does something odd or silly, and he knows that Steve won’t judge him. The reassurance doesn’t stop Eddie from being hesitant as he reaches up, as he settles his hands on Steve’s jaw. He pushes Steve's upper lip up with one thumb before finally, finally sliding the other over those pretty, shiny teeth. 

He rubs over the front of them first before tracing along the edge, feeling how perfectly they line up. Presses the pad of his thumb into Steve's little canine, nowhere near as sharp as Eddie's is, but so fucking cute regardless. He switches from his thumb to his forefinger and traces along the bottom row, pushing Steve’s mouth open wider as he slides his finger along the edge, all the way to the far molar on one side before following the line back to the other side.

Eddie pauses when he feels something, though it’s not against his finger, oh no. Steve’s dick is rapidly growing against Eddie’s stomach, impossible to miss with how close they’re pressed together, and he can't resist smirking down at the gorgeous boy beneath him. 

“Well now, it seems like I’m not the only one enjoying this," he mutters, pulling his finger out and tracing Steve’s lips with the spit-slick pad. His boyfriend’s face is a pretty pink that’s only getting darker with each second, and Eddie's smirk grows into a grin when he mutters a soft "I like your hands."

"Yeah? You like it when I stuff my fingers in your mouth, angel?"

Before Steve can respond, Eddie pushes back into his mouth with two fingers, slides them along his teeth again before dragging them back over his tongue, pressing down on the muscle and soaking up the little whimper he releases. Steve’s hips press up, grinding his dick against Eddie’s stomach, and the metalhead coos softly, borderline condescending. “Yeah, you do like that. So greedy for it, huh baby?”

He’s still surprised at how easy it is for them to slip into this dynamic, Eddie demanding and dominating, and Steve so subservient, so willing to let Eddie push him around a bit. They’ve only been together for a month, but the roles feel so natural, and Eddie's little metal heart had turned to goo when Steve explained it to him.

"I like that I can let go of everything that doesn't matter and just focus on you, and know that you'll take care of me too."

Steve whines high and needy, cutting through Eddie's thoughts, and the older pulls his fingers out before crashing their lips together, needing to taste and bite and lick into that perfect mouth. Eddie loves how Steve opens for him so willingly, adores the little noises he makes as Eddie shifts up so he can grind their hips together properly. 

He keeps it slow and controlled, a clear juxtaposition against their frantic, biting kiss, but it seems to be doing the trick as he feels Steve's hands scrabbling at his back, grabbing for purchase. Eddie grinds down almost torturously slow, causing the kiss to break as Steve's head drops back with a low moan, and Eddie can’t resist diving down and licking a sloppy stripe up the line of his throat.

“Eddie, I want-”

“Mhm? Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

“I want- fuck, I wanna suck you off, please.”

“Yeah? Want me to put something else in that pretty mouth of yours?”

Steve nods with a groan and Eddie sits up, says "Get on your knees for me then," and watches as Steve gladly complies, moving to kneel on the floor in front of him. He leans back against the couch as Steve immediately goes for his belt, gets it off and opens his pants as quickly as he can and fuck, Eddie loves how eager he is to please.

He shudders as Steve pulls his dick free from his jeans and strokes it a few times, smearing the precome that's already weeping from the head of it. The younger leans in to press his tongue to it, gives it a sucking kiss as he looks up at Eddie through his lashes.

Eddie holds his gaze as Steve sinks down onto the shaft, and though he's only done this a handful of times, he continues to impress Eddie with how easily he takes to it, how happy he is to have his mouth stuffed full of Eddie’s dick. Steve picked it up quicker than he expected, such an eager student one Eddie introduced him to a constant flow of praise, and now his boyfriend is a fucking natural at it.

He sucks on Eddie's dick like he's getting paid to do it, licks over the head on the upstroke and takes him all the way to the back of his throat, occasionally choking himself on it because he likes it, because he knows Eddie likes it. Eddie's mouth runs the entire time, a constant stream of "That's it, baby. Such a good boy, take it so fucking well," falling from his lips until he can feel his orgasm creeping up on him.

Eddie can't help himself as he pulls Steve off by his hair, as he shoves the thumb of his free hand into that gorgeous mouth and smears his precome all over his teeth and tongue. He watches Steve's eyes flutter shut as he takes a moment to catch his breath.

Fuck, his boy is so beautiful.

"Here's what's gonna happen now, Stevie." 

The younger hums around his finger, his big eyes blinking open to look at Eddie because he's learned to do that, he knows to look at Eddie when he speaks and Jesus, it's such a thrill for Eddie to realize that.

"I'm going to fuck your gorgeous face now, okay? I'm gonna fuck your pretty mouth and I'm going to come in it, but I don't want you to swallow until I tell you. Got that, sweetheart?"

Steve hums in confirmation and Eddie shoves his thumb as deep as it can go before pulling it out again. He pushes that hand into Steve's hair and his grip is gentle as he feeds his dick back into that lovely mouth. Steve’s jaw goes slack and his tongue flattens against the underside as Eddie pulls him down, down, until Steve’s nose is pressing into his pubes. 

Eddie holds him there for a moment, just to feel him swallow around the head, just to watch him be good and wait for what he wants. He waits until Steve lets out a low whine, and only then does he pull Steve back a bit, creating a little bit of distance so he can snap his hips up and properly fuck into Steve’s mouth. 

Sometimes he wonders what he did, where did he go so right to end up here, to have Steve fucking Harrington on his knees, gagging on Eddie's dick like he was fucking made for it. To have Steve's pretty hands clutching at his thighs to ground himself even as Eddie watches him start to float away, his eyes hazy as he lets Eddie just use him. 

Steve is drooling, unable to swallow with his mouth full and Eddie knows his pants are going to be done for by the time they’re finished, but he can’t find it in him to care, not when his boyfriend is making those little punched out sounds like he’s actually getting fucked - and Jesus.

Just the thought shoves Eddie right to the edge and he says as much, says "Gonna fill up your pretty mouth, baby. Don't swallow yet, want you to hold it for me. You can do that, yeah good boy?" Steve hums in response, the sound muffled by the skin filling his mouth, and Eddie tries his best to be careful as his thrusts get sloppier, more uncoordinated as he chases his orgasm.

There’s the gentlest scrape of those beautiful teeth over his dick and Eddie is gone. He tightens a hand in Steve’s hair, pulling him back until the head is sitting just inside those perfect lips, and he uses his free hand to jerk himself until he's coming over Steve's pretty pink tongue, filling up his mouth just like he promised. Eddie pets through Steve’s hair as he takes a moment to catch his breath, and when he pulls his dick free from those plush lips, Steve seals his mouth shut, keeping Eddie’s seed safely inside.

“Fuck, you’re such a good boy for me, sweetheart. Come up here and let me take care of you.”

He pulls Steve up onto his lap and quickly gets his pants and underwear out of the way so he can get his hands on his boyfriend. Steve’s dick is red and shiny and slick, already dripping precome without Eddie having to even touch him. He wraps his hand around it and doesn't waste any time, stripping him at a quick pace, and hears the younger whine as best he can with his mouth still full.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart. Show me the mess I made.”

Steve’s jaw drops and Eddie feels pure heat shoot through him as some of his come dribbles out over his chin. He practically growls as he swipes it up with two fingers before shoving them into Steve’s mouth, covering them in the filthy mix of spit and spend as he fucks Steve’s mouth with them. After a moment he adds another, stretching his lips a little wider, and Steve moans loud when Eddie’s rings knock up against his teeth.

His hips stutter as Eddie shoves his fingers deep, and he knows Steve is close, can hear it in the high whine he releases, can feel it in the trembling of his thighs. He presses deeper as he finger-fucks Steve’s face, matching the pace of his hand as he jerks off his boyfriend.

“That’s it, baby, come on. Wanna see you come with my fingers down your throat.”

That’s all the permission Steve needs. His teeth sink into Eddie's fingers as he drops over the edge, and Eddie hopes, prays, that it leaves a mark, that he'll get to carry around an impression of those pretty, pretty teeth for days. Eddie strokes him through it, milking Steve until he’s whimpering from overstimulation, only stopping when he feels two taps on his shoulder - too much, slow down.

Eddie swaps his hands, pulls the fingers from Steve's mouth before replacing them with the fingers on his other hand, adding Steve's own come to the filthy mix in his mouth.

“Swallow for me now, angel.”

And Steve does, he swallows as best he can around Eddie's fingers before he sucks on them, doing his best to clean them in his post-orgasm high. His tongue runs over them and between them, replacing seed with saliva, and the pleased noises he makes are almost enough to get Eddie going again.

He pulls his fingers out, grinning at Steve’s whine of protest, and wipes his hands on his shirt before pulling Steve’s pants and underwear back up, not bothering to clean him off just yet.

“Let’s go take a shower, sunshine. Get you all cleaned up, then we can take a nap, okay?”

Steve hums in agreement and Eddie smiles, knowing he’s going to be floating for a little while longer. He can’t resist leaning in to press one more - okay, three more kisses to Steve’s pretty mouth, before nudging him to stand up.

It’s not until later, once they’re clean and tucked into Steve’s bed, that his boyfriend pipes up again.

“So my teeth, huh?”

Eddie just groans and shoves his face into Steve’s shoulder, and the younger laughs.

#aka what happens when you combine my Totally Normal Feelings about keery's teeth and gin's thing about hands #here i go again giving my friends the gift of filth #this was supposed to be ~600-800 words #idk what happened #steddie fic #steddie smut #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #joey writes

[manglam-marfach]

Kabru/Mithrun manifesto:

As that other tumblr post says: guy who loves to pull strings/guy who has not strings to pull. Also: Guy who has a lot of power and influence but doesn’t care about it/guy who has very little power and influence but cares about it so much. Delightful.

AND THEN Guy who is trying to develop strings. Asking the other guy: hey I think i might be developing a string? Could you pull it for me maybe? Just to see if it really is there (I mean a sexual desire. I mean fuck me.). Kabru is. Of course. EMBARRASSED AND TURNED ON AND PERPLEXED.

Thoughts in Kabru’s head: Why does he want this? Why does he want me? Does he even want me? Or does he see me as a safe person to fool around with because i don’t have power and influence in elven politics? I’M A THREAT I’M A THREAT I’M A THREAT I HAVE INFLUENCE. Is it a race thing. Is it a race thing. Am I being objectified? I’ll fucking kill him. Wait. Wait. I DO have influence is he playing me? To influence the policies of the Golden Kingdom? Is this an ELVEN PLOT OR SCHEME??? HOW DID THEY KNOW I’D BE INTO IT. What’s his angle. What’s his position. uhh. Position. Positions. Angles. Skin. His arms. His eyes. The memory of holding up his weight. The memory of his cold hands. His eyes looking at me. Looking through me. WHY IS HE ASKING ME HE DOESN'T EVEN SEE ME. Does he even know what he’s asking? Does he really have the ability to consent to this kind of thing? Of course he's not scheming he doesn't care enough to scheme. Of course he's not scheming he doesn't care enough about ME. Or IS HE JUST ASKING EVERYONE. Why do i feel weird about that. Wait [moment of harrowing realisation] am i into him? I am so into him. Is it creepy that I’m into him? Is it creepy that he’s into me? Are his ears as sensitive as other elves ears or -

Thoughts in Mithrun’s head: [30 years of dial up tone] ... ... ... 🍆✔

Holds up my hands. I JUST THINK MITHRUN REDISCOVERS DESIRE AND GETS ADDICTED TO KABRU’S COCK and also actually falls in love with him. All without changing his dead-eyed expression. I also think its funny that Kabru is a twink by human standards and incredibly butch by elven standards. I think Mithrun genuinely appreciates Kabru in a way he hasn’t appreciated anyone in a long long time. I think Kabru feels a little insane about that.

I think Kabru’s mother would be SO. MAD.

#Kabru #mithrun #kabumisu #kabrumisu #mithrun of the house of kerensil #what do ppl call this ship #i was intitially gonna write a small post with a manifesto for all the ships i like in this fandom but uhhh the farchille one is 600 words #so they r gonna be seperate posts #dungeon meshi #dunmeshi #dunmeshi manga spoilers #obliquely

[boleynecklace]

#happy birthday lizzie #i'm 600 words into my dissertation's introduction #and obvs i'm gonna be talking about her in it so #moodboard #tudor memes #elizabeth of york #tudor queens #tudor history #english history #history memes #historical memes #maria rambles #personal #historical queens #medieval history #english queens

[screampied]

What’s the toji fic about?!? JUST A TasTE

OMG ITS THE SHIU TOJI THREESOME

#☆━━voicemails. #slay #i’ve only written like 600 words 🗿🗿 but i’m at the part where #shiu walks in on u guys #ahah #toji’s gonna get bitched #basically shiu is ur ex n walks in on u and toji #it’s based around the dbf toji au fic i posted last week >:)

[cemeterything]

in the same way that some of the best songs last barely more than a minute, sometimes the best fanfics you'll ever read are less than a thousand words long

#🐉 #actually shocked when i checked the word count and it was like. 680 words. #like???????? all it took to turn my brain inside out was 600 words??????????

[aastarions]

It's quiet when Zhongli first awakens, though silence no longer holds its once tranquil meaning.

No longer does he find comfort in the calm of the morning, taking in the sounds of birds chirping outside his bedroom window or the chatter of nearby passerbys.

He's quick on his feet, shuffling through his home with haste until he reaches the only door cracked ajar. With bated breath he eases it open, eyes immediately darting for the small crib that holds his entire universe within it.

Zhongli can't quite quell the grin that spreads along his lips at the sight of his baby girl sound asleep; it happens to be a rare sight.

More often than not the two of you are awoken like clockwork to the harsh cries of your little one, taking turns throughout the night and early morning to tend to her needs.

This is the first morning since she's arrived home - three and a half months ago - that she's slept through the entire night.

"How you seem to be growing up right before my very eyes, little dove," Zhongli hums over the infant, allowing the back of his finger to caress her soft, chubby cheeks, "I fear I am not quite ready to handle the ache in my chest that accompanies one's child aging."

"She's only going to be four months old soon, dear," Your voice drags his attention away from the baby, a power only you hold.

Zhongli watches as you wander over to the crib, curling your gentle fingers around his bicep once you're at his side as you further reassure him, "You don't have to worry about her leaving us any time soon."

"I know," He removes his arm from your hold, but only so that he can curl it around your back and press you close to his frame. "You're right, but I have been alive for thousands upon thousands of years. I fear that a mere few will pass far too quickly for my liking."

Before you can respond, disgruntled noises from the crib bring the both of your gazes to the now awake infant. She appears displeased at first glance, more than likely upset at being woken up by you and your husband's conversation. It's not until her eyes fully open that she sees the two of you and the biggest toothless grin stretches across her tiny lips. A squeak of sorts escapes her throat, chubby fingers curling up as through she's asking to be lifted from the confines of her bed.

Leaning over, you lift her into your embrace and tuck her underneath your chin, pressing a delicate kiss to the top of her head while murmuring a quiet good morning.

The way she rests her head on your chest has her facing Zhongli, babbling nonsensicals to her father who gazes at her with an infinite amount of love and adoration.

He reaches over and places a kiss on her head where you had only moments prior, following it up with a second to your cheek, murmuring out a, "thank you."

"For what?" You ask, puzzled at the sudden gratitude.

"It is only with you that I have ever felt so...human, with you that I am able to understand the love a man holds for his beloved, a father holds for his children. I once believed that the love I hold for Liyue could compare, but I have quickly learned my mistake- dear, are you crying?"

Shaking your head slowly as to not disturb the baby, you will the tears that accumulated in your lower lash line away and let out a quiet laugh, "No, no, it's okay. I'm okay. Let's go spend the morning in bed with this little one, hm?"

Zhongli grins once more as he follows you back through the narrow hallway, saying, "I would love nothing more."

#cw babies #c.etc #zhongli fluff #i thought about putting a read more but its like 600 words i checked on my phone too and it doesnt take that long to scroll #so #ANYWAYS I WANNA GIVE THIS MAN A BABY SO BAD U DO NOT UNDERSTAND #zhongli x reader

[spiteless-xo]

reader riding eren with her life but she loses her orgasm...I'll let you to work 🧑‍🍳

sorry about any sloppiness! this is unedited and written while slightly tipsy

╰┈➤ helping you finish when you can't.

ft. eren/fem!reader.  cw. explicit sexual content, explicit language, 600 words.

you've been riding him for a while now and he can tell something is wrong but you're really going for it so he doesn't say anything.

but then finally you stop, sweaty palms pressed against his chest, and you're panting from exhaustion. "i can't do it," you whimper, tears in your eyes. "i'm so close, but i can't -- i just can't finish."

and he frowns as he looks up at you, hands running up and down your waist. "why didn't you say something earlier?" he almost sounds annoyed.

you can only give him a desperate whine in response, you're so needy to cum but you just can't.

he laughs a little, grabbing your hips hard in his hands before rolling you over until your back is pressed against the mattress and he's looming above you. "let me help you," he coos, eyes glinting. "let me take care of this pretty little pussy."

you lay back and try to relax against the pillows, eyes fluttering shut as you feel the warm weight of eren's body on top of you. he rolls his hips slowly, as if his cock is exploring every inch of you, and you can't help the way your mouth falls open from the feeling.

"yeah?" he coos, taunting this time. you feel his hand slide down from it's place near your head, cupping one breast firmly and brushing his thumb across your nipple.

"eren," you whimper, squirming below him as his hand trails down your waist to your stomach, pressing firmly down on you for a beat before lowering so his thumb can rub slow, lazy circles against your clit.

"you like that?" he asks, breathless, but he can tell from the way you're biting your lip that you do. he keeps his movements slow -- careful. after watching you almost pull a muscle from the way you were bouncing on him, he knows what you need is slow, slow, slow.

your thighs start to tighten around his hips and he smirks at the way your hands twist into fists around the sheets. "eren, please," you beg and you need it so bad, so fucking bad, and you're soaking his cock in your slick from how desperate and horny you are and eren just wants to take care of you.

"i know, i know," he whispers, pressing a little harder against your clit and fucking you a little faster. "you're doing so good, baby," he says, lips ghosting across the shell of your ear. "taking me so well, making me feel so fucking good, baby."

he drags his lips along your throat, breathing hot air against your skin and making you tremble beneath him. "such a good girl for me," he groans and he can't hide his smile when he feels you squeeze around him. "i wanna feel you cum for me," he continues, "i want you to show me how good i make this pussy feel."

yours hands fly up to grab at his back when his fingers rub tighter, faster circles on your clit and you sob and gasp into his neck, chanting out his name over and over as he fucks you.

"that's it, that's it," he coos as your thighs begin to shake. "just let go, baby, lemme feel you cum."

and you do. your orgasm hits you like a freight train after being edged for so long -- you squeeze and squirm around eren's body as he rocks his hips against you, still maintaining tight circles on your clit as he whispers encouraging words against your skin. "that's it, baby -- yeah, so good for me."

#eren #aot smut #eren jaeger #eren jaeger smut #literally exactly 600 words lmao #you guys are making me all hot and bothered w these requests 🥵 #tiff.fic #tiff.ask #eren.drbl