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bigfatbimbo · 3 months

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on my knees begging for some Lucifer smut. Hes such a dork I need him biblically 😭

OMG LITERALLY SAME I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I WANNA EAT HIM UP 🫶🫶

anyways i’m obsessed with him so i’m gonna do nsfw hcs and a little drabble at the end bc bestie i need him too

art by hellpple_hz on twitters

❀˖° So let me just say, if been a long time since he’s gotten laid so he’s probably so nervous about it.

❀˖° I could see him being a switch but never really a hard dom, more of a sevice top. Like when he tops it would be all about your needs.

❀˖° He definitely loves, probably prefers, when you take control and treat him. He loves feeling cared for it’s so sad.

❀˖° Has a huge praise kink, giving and receiving. He just likes to know he’s doing well.

❀˖° “good boy” “pretty boy” “pretty baby” are his favorites because he really wants to feel appreciated by you.

❀˖° If you call him on of those during sex he’ll probably whine on the spot because he’s just pathetic like that.

❀˖° Intimacy while doing it is a must. Like please hold his hand when you tell him you’re close. He wants to feel as connected to you as possible.

❀˖° I’m pretty sure Lilith canonically pegged him so… yeah he’s very into that. Being fully taken care of by you while you’re fucking your strap into him.

❀˖° He’s the king of hell and he’s probably very stressed all the time so not having to think or make decisions would make him very happy.

❀˖° When he tops, I feel like he also praises you a lot. I also don’t see him being too dominate and rough.

❀˖° His style is definitely more gentle and caring as he fucks you. He fucks you like you’re made of porcelain, not wanting to break you and only wanting to let you know how perfect you are.

❀˖° I don’t think he’s extremely kinky but I do think he’s SUPER VOCAL. Have you heard his voice? he just sounds like he whines.

❀˖° If you praise him too much he probably tears up under all the attention. Lovingly fucking him and telling him he’s perfect? He will actually cry.

❀˖° When he goes into subspace he’s actually so cute. He just begs you to tell him how well he’s doing and that you love him. To the point where he doesn’t even understand anything else if it’s not praise.

❀˖° Also very sweet during aftercare! Definitely makes breakfast for you the morning after.

“Just like that baby, you’re doing so good for me,” you cooed as you rode lucifer into what be another orgasm of the night.

“My love, nngh, please,” he whimpered and threw his head back. His face was puffy from crying and his hair was in shambles from all the attention.

“So pretty like this, sweetheart. So pretty, letting me use you as a toy,” you smile as he lets out a broken whimper from the praise.

A tear rolls down his cheek and he lets out a soft whine when you roll your hips and pick up the pace.

You lean forward and breathe into his neck, “you’re doing amazing, Luci, you’re taking it so well.”

He half sobs and arches his back. You pepper kisses all over his tear-covered as your hands lovingly trace his body.

“Please…” he whispers pathetically, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Please what, baby?” You say sweetly as you continue to milk him dry with your pussy.

“Please,” his brows furrow tightly as if he’s trying to remember how to speak under all the pleasure, “please let me cum.”

You smile and ride him faster, starting to loose composure yourself now.

“Whenever you want, Luci,” you sigh and let your head fall slightly back as you feel your own climax approaching.

Lucifer whined loudly and bucked his hips up into your cunt.

“My love, nngh,” he moaned uselessly as his eyes filled with more tears. You picked up the pace and Lucifer arched into your touch, chasing his orgasm.

“Good boy, making me feel so good, baby.”

That was his breaking point. With your climax following soon after, he moaned loudly, finally releasing and falling back onto the mattress, chest heaving.

“Oh my goodness,” he panted, “Th-thank you, my love.” He shut his eyes and softly smiled, exhaustion finally setting in.

“You did amazing,” you say softly, leaning down to kiss his cheek before picking yourself up off of his overstimulated cock.

His eyes fluttered open slightly when he felt your hand slowly tracing down to the base of his cock.

“But we’re not done yet.”

a/n: real men say ‘oh my goodness’ after an orgasm

remember that

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #dom reader #hazbin hotel smut

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definitelysel · 6 months

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gojo x fem!reader

early mornings — drabble, fluff

not proof read

w/c i have no idea but 's short

Gojo Satoru was always late to teaching, meeting – you name it. The question which hasn't been asked is 'Why is Gojo Satoru always late to events scheduled for the morning?' Is he too arrogant too care about menial tasks such as teaching children? No, not really. Was he too busy getting his daily dose of sweets to attend meetings with the irking higher ups? No- okay maybe.

What exactly was the answer? It was simple really. He just didn't feel like getting out of bed in the mornings. He wanted to stay in bed, sleep in more with you in his arms.

Satoru had been lonely ever since the death of his bestfriend. He had closed himself off from the real world and buried it under his obnoxious personality. However....ever since you tumbled into his life, literally, he felt his days brighten up again. His eyes would flutter open each day to a sight he wished to capture with a camera.

Oh wait, he probably has and got it photoframed to keep it in his office. He is rather sentimental to say the least. He enjoys this warmth. Your legs tangled under the sheets, arms interwined and your face squished against the pillow. He quietly laughs and smiles to himself.

"Satoru- you are staring, again." You groggily stated before peeling your eyes open, only to hiss at the sunlight peering in.

"Sorry sweets, just can't help myself."

"What's so interesting about watching seeing someone sleep? I bet you 10 bucks my hair looks like it got hit by a wind current." You yawned and buried your face into the pillow. Yup, monday mornings sucked.

"Unfortunately for you, I am into that." He gave a boyish grin. He leaned in and kissed your forehead tenderly. You could feel him squeezing your hand just a bit. It was a sweet gesture of affection which had became the norm.

"Then again, you look like a demon with your hair all disheveled like tha- ACK"

You pinched him causing him to flinch.

"Ouch! What was that for!?" He whined, rubbing his side.

"You know exactly what that was for." You sternly remarked, not feeling sorry at all.

Both of you stare at eachother before erupting into giggles. You cup his face and lean in. Your foreheads were touching as you stared into his crystalline eyes, their blue colour, vast like the sky.

"I love you, you dork." You smile widely. In his eyes, you were his everything. The bright light that makes him look forward to each waking moment.

"Using the magical phrase to give me a backhanded compliment, are we?" He mused.

"Shut up" you lightly nudge him.

"I love you too, sweets. You make my mornings better, but if you keep fighting with me for the bed sheet at night I might as well sleep on the couch." He chuckled, kissing your nose. How can someone be mad at his guy?

"Not my fault that I am all cold thanks to you cranking up the Air-Con to 21 degrees!" You baffled as he winced at your sudden raise in tone.

"Sorry sweets. It gets too hot." He apologized playfully.

"Then sleep without the darn blanket!"

This banter, these laughs and small moments. He wanted to be encased in them forever. Gojo Satoru is the strongest sorcerer who is never punctual. Gojo Satoru is the strongest sorcerer who trades his punctuality to remain in bed with his person. This was one sacrifice he never regrets making.

Deep down he was a person who wanted to be loved yet he was too afraid commit. You were the person who wanted him to feel loved and he wouldn't trade this reality for anything.

©definitelysel

a/n : fluff makes me all queasy and i love it.

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depressed-simp-writes · 5 months

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lara croft x fat!afab!reader

I Said Sit

"Thats the point, love. I want you to crush me, cut off my breathing, please baby, let me make you feel good, sit. down." she grabs your hips trying to get you to relax, so she can eat you out like the starved woman she is after coming back from a grueling mission. "but-" "I. said. sit" and you finally do.

warnings: facesitting, reader is self conscious, smut, oral

summary: Lara's been really into the idea of facesitting recently, however she's not the one who wants to do the sitting. youre concerned about crushing her, she doesn't care.

you dont know whats gotten into your girlfriend Lara recently, but she's been talking non stop about you sitting on her face. you would but you felt so self conscious about your weight. you always did in reference to her.

you'll never understand how someone like Lara ended up with someone like you, much less how she absolutely worshipped your body.

you were her most precious treasure and she just wanted to worship you the way the thought you deserved.

"please baby, just sit on my face one time and ill let it go" she begged again pouting up at you from her spot laying on your thighs. she had just gotten home from a particularly grueling expedition/mission dealing with trinity. all she wanted to was to lie back and have a delicious snack and what more delicious than her sexy partner. the only problem is well you didnt feel like you were light enough. lara is so fit and strong and you were the last person anyone would imagine her with some even accusing her of a fetish which was not the case. she loved you for you. your laugh. your jokes. your intelligence. she loved all of you. she just wanted to show you that.

"youre not gonna crush me i promise if i die itll be worth it, please sit on my face, i need it" she whined pouting still. you laughed. "i dont know Lara, im just a little nervous" you wanted to do this for her. "ill hold your hand" she bargained. you laughed harder. she was sweet. a dork, but sweet.

"ok, we can do it just let go slow" you finally relented smiling at her cheer of victory.

she pulled you up to your shared room, slowly working you up to where you currently sit, naked hovering over her face much to her dismay as your glistening pussy is just out of reach. "sit love, i want to taste you" she whined pulling on your hips. "but i dont wanna crush you Lara, im-"

you yelp as she attacks your pussy with licks, and sucks on your clit. you moan out at the feeling, so overwhelmingly delicious. Lara moans into you at your taste. shes in heaven that you finally let her do this.

she circles your clit with her tongue before sucking it into her mouth, your taste drives her wild. she lets go before sliding her tongue through your folds to tease at your entrance, oh she is in heaven right now as the taste and smell of you clouds her senses.

you buck your hips slightly as Lara slips a finger into your hole, you blush at the noises being produced from your ravenous girlfriend. she slurps at your slick pussy for what feels like hours, you look down and catch her eyes staring up at you twinkling in delight, pupils blown wide with lust. you cum with a yell, gripping the headboard and shaking trying not to move wildly on top your girlfriend's face. she cleans you up gently before you lift yourself off of her face, she whines "i was enjoying that" she states her mouth and chin glistening with your slick.

"i was worried" you say kneeling beside her, "im glad we did that" she smiles kissing you. "im glad you trusted me enough to do that, perhaps you'll do it again soon, right now, please" she says trying to get you back on her face, you laugh as you shake your head, "maybe another day, im so sensitive now" you say. she hums, "but i like you sensitive" she slides her hand up your thigh, "you're insatiable" you say as she pushes you down for round 2.

much to her joy you do end up sitting on her face again in the future.

an: took me awhile to write bc i didnt know how to go about it hope you enjoyed it tho 💚 love lara croft

#fanfiction #gn!reader #lara croft #lara croft x reader #lara croft smut #fat!reader #afab reader

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hotluncheddie · 1 year

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stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

part 6

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eddie munson absolutely has an ass. it’s small, but it’s there. robin owes him 5 bucks.

steve knows it exists because he’s staring at it. right now. has been for the past five minutes. from his slouched position on eddies bed.

eddie seems resolute in staying as far away from steve as possible, like that raccoon he saw by the dumpster last week, all on edge, with little hands.

he's talking though, one of those rambling eddie speeches. he used to half listen to them in high school. half listen to the cute angry dork across the lunch room. look how far they’ve come hey? who woulda thought?

‘you’ve been quiet for too long, i’m getting worried’ eddie says going for light but he sounds really nervous. steve is in half a mind to look behind him, see if theres some entity in the room thats causing it. surely it can’t be steve?

‘oh? don’t mind me just enjoying the view, carry on with your tinkering’

eddie rolls his eyes but stops messing with the buttons on his tape player. finally letting the judas priest album play at low volume. ‘ugh, i’m not tinkering’ he crosses his arms. stubborn sassy fucker.

‘what are you doing then? come over here.’ steve holds a hand out, wants eddie to sit near him again, close, like they are in his car.

‘no, ah, nah. um, i’m good. i’m ye i’m, good over here.’ eddie leans an elbow on the dresser and leans into one hip. the epitome of uncomfortable

steve snorts, flaps his hand to gesture eddie forward. ‘come ooooon man. what are you so afraid of?’

that snaps eddie out of it.

he huffs and throws his arms up, all lanky limbs and pointy elbows. ‘because i’ve never fucking done anything like this before man!’

steve is a little spooked honestly, thought they were nearing the same page since eddie invited him inside and all. ‘anything like what?’ he just wants them to sit next to each other…

maybe hold hands.

‘you know steve. come on! we’ve been, like, flirting or whatever and that leads to.. stuff!’

oh sweet relief. verbal confirmation of eddie knowingly sending steve insane. ‘thank god! i knew you were flirting back! but you kept running away!’ now steve has his hands up too. but also silently sending out a quick one the the big guy upstairs, nothin better then the people he likes liking him back.

‘yeah because you’re you! and i’ve never done it before! never done anything!’ hands akimbo once again. like a little flappy bat. the cute kind, not demo. obviously, yeesh.

steve can’t help but shrug. relaxing back onto the bed. that’s all? they could’ve been holding hand for weeks! ‘that’s okay, i don’t care’

‘well i do!’ eddies cheeks are a little blotchy and his eyebrows are scrunched. he’s so frustrated. it’s cute but voicing that thought probably isn’t going to help the situation right now. we’ll pin it “tell eddie he’s cute after freak out.” yeah, good.

‘ok. i mean all you need to do is say if you don’t like something, then we do some thing else.’ it’s simple, always is. yet everyone seems to get so weird about it.

‘but, ugh. but, what if you touch me and realise you don’t actually like me.’ eddie says and looks a lot less frustrated now and a lot more just pouty. steve can work with that.

‘i doubt that so much. you’re hot eddie.’

eddie gapes at him, but again he’s a stubborn fucker. ‘what if i’m really bad at kissing, get spit all over your face.’

‘hot.’ steve shrugs again. and he’ll keep shrugging. shrug eddie into getting how utterly chill them making out could be.

‘what if i sit in your stupid lap and bust in like 5 second huh? that really the kind of guy you want?’

‘sure, sounds hot.’

‘jesus you’re so annoying.’

but he’s smiling.

steve smiles back. ‘will you come here now? i wanna hold your fucking hand.’

eddie pulls a strand of hair over his mouth. so shy! about holding hands! steve’s going to eat him whole!

‘careful stevie or i might start thinking you’re desperate.’ eddies grinning, in that sharp jaw all teeth way. brat.

‘and what if i was huh? hm? what you gonna do about it mun-son?’

steve stretches out on the bed, settling his hands behind his head. feels his shirt ruck up and he shifts so his jeans slip down and little. waistband of his boxers absolutely on display, along with a little peek of hipbone and happy trail.

eddie goes bright pink and cherry sweet again.

‘come hold my hand ed’s. pretty please?’

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part 1 (eddie) part 2 (steve) part 3 (eddie) part 4 (steve) part 5 (eddie) part 7 (eddie)

gonna go for one more part besties then we might be done

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sry if i missed on tagging anyone too mwah

#steddie #steve x eddie #cocky steve harrington #virgin eddie munson #silly bois #silly gays #hotlunch #my fic #steddie fic #<3 #stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

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kwillow · 1 year

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Ambroys basking in his cache of gifts and sweet words from secret admirers. Gotta be careful, though. If his ego is inflated any more, he'll pop.

(I wanted to doodle something to accompany a post answering some messages regarding this candy-colored cad but got a bit carried away. :P Well regardless, asks under the cut!)

Why thank you! He would drunkenly insult people, though he tends to be more passive-aggressive and backhanded rather than outright insulting - well, most of the time, anyway. He thinks he's a lot more subtle in his derogatory comments than he actually is.

Aaaw, this is too sweet!

Older Ambroys is much more reserved about seeking and accepting physical affection than his younger self, for myriad reasons (that one day I will expound upon in more detail, fate willing). He still enjoys it, though.

He's still proud of the stars on his cheeks and the gold in his hair and all that, but the signs of age are something he is not at peace with. For some, like the wrinkles, they're a sign that his time on this earth is finite - and death terrifies him. For others, like his paunch, it's more just embarrassing to him in a more mundane and vain "I was voted Prom King in high school and I was on the Varsity track team now look at me I'm an old man boo hoo hoo" type of way (though he's actually more physically adept in his older age than he was when he was younger for Magical Heritage Bullshit reasons, the sentiment remains).

As for your question, it's totally fine with me for Ambroys to be portrayed as non-heterosexual in fanfic or fanart or one's secret imaginings. Even though all of his "canon" love interests are women, I wouldn't rule out of the possibility of him developing affections for someone who isn't a woman. Chase your bliss!

Haha well both furry and aasimar Ambroys would bask in the attention, though poor aasimar Ambroys' jealousy is not going to be helped!

No shame on being a furry though. I didn't consider myself one either but I feel like it's harder to make the argument that I'm not given the sheer number of ponies I've drawn by now...

He would accept this, so long as you don't mess up his hair.

He would say: "good!" I would say "don't waste your life on him!"

Oh he would be pleased to be so distracting, I'm sure.

And sometimes we can't help but to have a type... I know I seem to have a thing for rich effete douchebags with buck teeth and big pointy noses... not quite sure what's up with that.

Yessss... yesssssssss... or perhaps I should say "I'm sorry."

I didn't mean to make him this way... I guess I underestimated the power of a brushable mane.

Ambroys DOES like being worshipped (way too much and way too literally, as you might be able to tell) but he wants to have his imperfections hidden if he can!

He's just horribly, horribly vain and unwilling to let go of his youth... even though he got to enjoy being youthful for three times as long as a mortal would.

YES that song is on his playlist (which I have for all my main characters because I'm a dork). It's just too perfect. One of the many ideas on my miles-long to do list has to do with depicting a scene from that song. The trouble is that it has to do with dancing, and boy am I not very good at drawing dancing poses. xD Oh well, gotta try for the boy!

Heh well I think we could agree that a normal horse probably couldn't pull off the breeches he wears quite so well... I'm flattered that you think of him when you see horsies in the flesh! Huzzah, I've ruined one of the Earth's beautiful creatures for you! >:)

Oh wow, my guy is stepping out of my brain and into other people's subconsciouses... I need to put a leash on him. :P But this was a fun read!

It's very in character Ambroys to try to undercut a rival's self-esteem by framing it as something OTHER people say, but oh no, he'd NEVER say something like that, of course. Mean girl behavior. He does have friends that don't actually like him - and he doesn't like them either. But one needs to have friends for appearance's sake - just one more accessory, really!

OKAY, I think that's everything! Or at least enough for this post, ahah.

Thanks to everyone for your kind words on my not-so-kind character.

Unlike him, I'm really humbled and grateful by the positive reception he's received. I deeply appreciate your kind messages... even when it takes me eons to reply to them, gah.

#my draws #ambroys #amaranthine #asks #technically?#furry #unicorn #some of these are months old i'm so sorry Dx #my excuse this time is that I have what I fear is an RSI developing in my wrist/arm #so I'm trying to limit drawing/typing #alas... just can't catch a break between work and the limits of my weak human form

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sweetiecutie · 2 years

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Pairing: Sirius Black x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, praising, public places but no one sees or hears you, voyeurism (but not really)

Summary: you’re feeling exhausted after a hard day, and you loving boyfriend Sirius is there to help you feel better

You loved spending time at Gryffindor common room at such late hours - the soft crackling of a fading fire along with a balmy warmth never failed to bring solace to your exhausted mind, coaxing you into a peacefulness and tranquility, soothing your blustering nerves after especially hard days. Just like today

Today was definitely not one of your best days, it felt almost like the whole universe was against you. At the breakfast some third-years spilled coffee over you while dorking around, so you had to run up to your dormitory to change into clean clothes. Of course that led to you being late to your first class, causing you to get a 10 minutes long lecture about the importance of punctuality by a teacher. Then came transfiguration where you had to hand in 10 inches long essay, about which you have completely forgotten, and Mc’Gonagall’s sour mood didn’t help you in any of the possible ways. Not to mention all the minor inconveniences that happened throughout the day like hitting your elbow on the desk too hard or stepping on your laces, causing you to crash onto the stone floor, scratching your knees raw. To sum it up: today was shit

So now you are huddled on Sirius’ lap, all cuddled up and comfy, listening to his steady breathing along with the squelching sounds of his fingers diving in and out of the wet tightness of your pussy, pleasure cursing through your body in a heat waves, washing away all the anger and stress from today

You bury your face in the crook between Sirius’ neck and shoulder, nuzzling against the soft fabric of his jumper. He smells strongly of cigarette smoke and some sweet heavy perfume, the concoction makes your mouth water and mind go frizzy. Boy notices the way you cling onto him, lips stretching in a smile as he coos down on you:

- Oh, my sweet baby, my precious little girl, you’re so perfect, you know that? Have been so good for me…

You manage to babble something out incoherently, inhaling lungfuls of Sirius’ scent as he pumps his middle and ring fingers in and out of your drenched pussy, the generous amount of slick that your body produces causes wet shameful noises to permeate the air with every slightest move of boy’s digits, bringing soft blush to your cheeks

Sirius’ free hand is sitting comfortably on the small of your back, holding you close to his body. Swift fingers come down occasionally to squeeze the supple flesh of your ass, and then lower to your thigh, calloused fingertips gliding across the expanse of your skin under the fabric of your uniform skirt, making you sigh at the pleasant feeling

You start to buck your hips unintentionally, meeting the pumping of your boyfriend’s slim fingers, chasing the pleasant feeling they bring you. Sirius puts his free hand on your hip, applying a small amount of pressure, halting your movements completely

- There, there, easy baby, lemme take care of you. Just wanna make my girl feel good, okay? - Sirius mutters in a velvety voice, his lips mere centimeters away from your ear

- M’kay, - you slur sleepily, cheek squished agains Sirius’ chest and he chuckles airily at your response. He places soft kiss on your temple, his nose buried in your soft hair on the crown of your head, inhaling your scent deeply

The pad of his thumb flicks your clit skillfully, fingers slightly curl inside of you, dragging against your anterior wall deliciously, making your eyes flutter closed in pleasure. Sirius picks up slow and steady pace, working you up with his nimble digits, turning you into a sticky goo on his lap with only his hands

You can feel your orgasm building slowly, tension making itself known in the very pit of your stomach, getting tighter and tighter with every swipe of Sirius’ thumb over the nub of your clit. You inhale deeply, trying to press into boy’s body even closer, arms wrapping tighter around his slim waist. Black understands you without a word being said, hugging you closer to himself, leaving no space left between your bodies

Pleasure shots up your spine, bringing that familiar feeling of heat suffusing your whole body, bringing your mind to the state of euphoria. You softly bite down on the skin on Sirius’ neck exposed by the collar of his white shirt in order to muffle your lecherous moans. He feels your walls clamping around his fingers, soft tremors wrecking your body and Sirius rides your orgasm out just the way he knows you like, all while murmuring praises in your ear

- Just like that, my good girl. That’s exactly what we were going for, isn’t it? Such a precious little thing, always make me so proud…

You slowly get off your high, the feeling of tiredness crashes onto you tenfold and you can’t help your eyelids drooping, mind fighting hard to remain conscious

- That’s all right honey, you can sleep. Don’t worry about anything, I’ll take care of you, ‘kay? I promise, - you hear Sirius’ soft voice speaking to you and you just can’t reject such a tempting offer. Your eyes shut close in an instant, and you manage to mutter quiet ‘I love you’ before dozing off, feeling utterly safe and warm in your lover’s gentle arms

Likes, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated, they inspire me on creating even more content for you💖

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teddyeyeseddie · 9 months

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!Welcome to The Cowboy Cult!

!Hi hello howdy !

★ My name is Sam and I am your resident cowboy lover and local sheriff. It's all about Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington round these parts, so saddle up and enjoy your ride on our local bull, Ajax!--->🐂

★ Ajax is a known roughrider so all participants must be 18 years or older to ride

★ You can take up all matters concerning our local bandits (STEVE AND EDDIE) with our town's wonderful deputy, @lofaewrites

★ Any and All complaints may be taken up with Ms. Phoenix (she’s 8 months old, she won’t understand you)

★Requests are: OPEN

MASTERLIST

The Cherrywood Motel

Rockstar!Eddie X Housekeeper!Reader

You knock several times on the door, no answer coming from the other side. You knock once more, just to be sure. Silence. You take out your key and begin opening the door when suddenly it swings open. On the opposite side of the door stands a tall, lean, beautiful man. He has inky black tattoos creeping up his arms, the dark contrast on the skin drawing your eyes to anywhere and everywhere on the man’s body. “It’s’ 10 o’clock, what do you want, sweets?” The man groans as he holds back the long brown hairs that have slipped from the bun resting atop his head.""

To Hell I Go

Bull Rider!Steve X Reader

""By the time he graduated highschool, Steve had sought out any and all adrenaline highs his small town had to offer. There weren’t enough cliffs for him to jump off of, there wasn’t a dirt bike that went fast enough, and there wasn't a horse that bucked hard enough to tame the fire that bloomed in Steve’s veins. He was 18 years old the first time he rode in his first rodeo. He lasted 6.6 seconds earning him a score of 46. He came in second, going home with a medal and a gift card to the town’s local steak house. Once he started, he was hooked. The high he felt when he rode couldn’t touch any other feeling in the world. ""

Dizzy On The Comedown

Steddie X Reader

""You must be Steve,” You counter with a small smile, he nods his head and leads you to the living room where you're met with another, pretty stranger. “Who is it babe?” the stranger asks Steve, who blushes at the pet name. “S’ possibly a new roommate, this is Y/N. Robin’s friend,” “Nice to meet you darlin’, m’ Eddie..” he says as he cracks the prettiest smile you have ever seen.""

Devil Horns & Mary Jane

Virgin!Eddie X Reader

""You’re a dork,” you say with a shrug, “I don’t think you’d survive in jail so I decided to spare you,” “Okay, ouch. I am not a dork,” Eddie defends, eyes trained forward as he walks with you. “What do you do in your free time?” “Play D&D, read, write music, watch horror films,” he states obviously. “See, dork,” you bump your hip with his, smiling as you do so. Eddie meets your smile with a frown, his eyebrow furrowing as he looks at you.""

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im-a-marvel-ous-hoe · 4 months

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Holiday Treats | Bucky Barnes (10th Day of 🎄)

(Credits to the owner of this pic!)

We’re gettin’ real close to the end of my 12 days of Christmas! I hope y’all are liking my fics! This one is kinda short lmaooo

Christmas Masterlist <- check out my other holiday fics!

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“Buck, stop!” I laughed, moving the bowl away from his reaching hands. “You’re not supposed to eat the cookie batter!”

“Who made up that rule?”

“There’s literally raw egg in here, you could get sick.”

“But it tastes so good.”

I placed the bowl on the other side of the kitchen counter top and turned to look at him, my hands on my hips as I raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were supposed to be helping me. You’re eating the cookies before they’re even in the oven.”

“Whaaattt?” He walked over to the kitchen table and grabbed the parchment paper and cut out a sheet. “Look at that. I’m a great helper.” I smiled and took it from his hands. “Suurree..” I placed the sheet on top of the cookie tray and flattened it down. I heard him walk up behind me and felt his hands slide across my waist.

I reached my hand into the bowl of cookie dough and scooped up a little chunk and rolled them up into balls. I felt him slowly sway back and forth, holding me close to him and softly hum tune as I placed it onto the tray. I continued to work while feeling the soft vibrations from his voice hum against me, his arms holding on and gently moving my body against his.

I felt little peppers of kisses on my neck as I smiled to myself. My breath slightly hitched as I composed myself. “I know what you’re trying to do and it won’t work.” I could feel his breath against my neck as he chuckled and pressed another small kiss. “I’m not doin’ anything, doll. I’m just here lovin’ on you, is all.”

I felt goosebumps rise on my skin as he continued, my mind going slightly foggy as I kept reaching in the bowl of cookie dough. “You’re trying to distract me.”

“Mm-mm.. absolutely not. I would never.”

He continued softly humming a song in my ear as I felt myself just wanting to melt in his arms, but I couldn’t fall for it. One of his hands slowly left my waist and reached for a spoon so he could dig in to get another taste of the batter before I caught him. “Ah ah ah, not yet baby.”

He sighed in defeat and opted to just let me finish. “Just be patient. You’ll get your cookies in a bit.”

“I want it now.”

I chuckled and shook my head. He stayed rooted behind me as I finished rolling them up and put them in the oven. I turned to look at him once I put a timer on my phone. He held his hand out and smiled at me. “Care to dance?”

I returned the smile and nodded my head, taking my hand in his and letting him pull me against him once again. His other hand grabbed my waist and guided me with him. We slowly spun around the kitchen as he hummed a tune. I couldn't make out what it was, but I didn’t care. He felt so warm.

“Have I told you ‘I love you’ today?”

“No, I don’t believe you have.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mhmm.”

He smiled and twirled me around. I laughed as I was brought up to his chest. He held me there for a moment and just looked at me.

“I love you.”

I leaned in and closed the distance between us, my lips finding his in a sweet kiss.

“I love you too.”

We continued dancing until the cookies were done. He looked so happy once the baked goods were finally done, I swear I could’ve mistaken him for a child. He reached into the fridge to take out the milk so he could pour himself a glass and immediately chowed away.

God, I’m in love with a dork.

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kiss-me-muchoo · 1 year

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Tenderness || Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Summary: You’re ghosting Eddie because he didn’t stop Chrissy’s flirting. He appears in your window in the night, only to end up in a discovery of sexual fantasies. You have a pain kink and he has a lactating kink…. Warnings: SMUT. Minors drop your guns, you can wait a little more. emotional reader, naïve Eddie. Both are switches. Fingering. Pain kink?. Squirting. Breeding and lactation kink. Eddie cums in his pants. Eddie is a dork but we love him. A/N: I’m having pms rn. After a very emotional day, I just want Eddie to magically appear and suck my tender and swollen tits bye. NO PROOFREAD IDK IF ITS NOT HOT FOR U 💗

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“Y/N, hurry!” you heard Nancy Wheeler screaming to get you. You could take your mom’s car to school, but you were too insecure and anxious about start driving. But hey! you were a dedicated student, with college plans, already having a job in a little boutique. It’s not like you were behind your age just because you didn’t know how to drive yet.

One last look in the mirror; floral shirt dress with colorful tights and baby flats. You say baby because of the mini heels they had, so baby flats.

“Sorry, I woke up with PMS and tender tits, I’m moody, I warn you” Nancy rolled her eyes at your words, and later she extended her hand to you as she started the usual route from your house to Hawkins High. “Cash?…”

“Just because you take me everywhere and I love you….fifteen bucks for gas from your favorite passenger princess” you state applying some brown lipstick on the mirror on your hand.

“Why don’t you make Eddie your chauffeur again?” at that you rolled your eyes. You weren’t exactly happy with him.

“I’m mad at him” Nancy turned to see you, curiously wanting to know more.

“What happened?” you sigh, grasping the hem of your dress.

“I’m ghosting him because I saw Chrissy Cunningham flirting with him. And he didn’t

Said anything to her. He knows how much she pisses me off” Nancy nodded. She heard you on several occasions accusing Chrissy of being too friendly with Eddie.

“Eddie never wants to accept when he’s wrong so I scolded him and now I’m ghosting him” Eddie’s van is parked in the lot once you enter the school property. He would try to reach you today. Yesterday you ignored him all day, and you sent Steve and Robin to fully attend your store, so he couldn’t see you.

“Good for you. He deserves it, but talk to him” you nodded at Nancy’s words. You couldn’t and wouldn’t ignore Eddie forever, just a little more. After opening the car’s door, your arm brushed against your breast, and you noticed how tender it was.

“Another fucking day…” After that, Nancy and you parted ways.

After English class, you were supposed to go to lunch with the Hellfire Club, not that you were going to do it. You were still mad at your silly boyfriend. Just as you started walking through the hall, you noticed Eddie talking with Jeff in his locker. And just as he saw you, he started jogging towards you.

“Hey! Sweets, come here!” You turned away, running to the second floor, jumping against a boy’s lunch a little. “Y/n, wait!”

You were in better shape than Eddie. So you were able to run faster and hide in an empty classroom. After closing and locking the door, you saw Eddie’s shadow passing. You heard him mumbling and cursing in a low voice.

You just didn’t want to hear him yet.

There’s a tap on your window in the night. You know it’s Eddie. You ignore it and turn up the volume of your player. You were mad at him.

“Jesus, y/n. I’m getting numb all over here!” he could bet you were giggling. However, he kept hearing The Zombies across your room. He tapped again, more violently.

“Is not that high, Munson” you say after opening the door.

“Yeah, not when my balls are getting strangled by the tree right here” you roll your eyes and finally let him in. “See?. Wasn’t that hard to let me in, princess”

“Why don’t you go to tap on Chrissy’s window?” Eddie thinks it’s cute when you are jealous. He can finally see you in a pink top and underwear. Looking all cute with your fluffy hair, soft belly, and hard nipples visible under the top.

“I’m sorry. I know she can’t tell I’m not interested. But you were right, I should have told her no in the first place” you narrow your eyes looking at him accusingly. He’s giving you lost puppy eyes, you can’t stay mad any longer.

“Fine. I forgive you… but you have to tell me what’s in the bag. Plus, a massage on my tender and swollen tits” Eddie smiles and gives you a naughty smirk. He places the brown bag on your desk and turns to seat on the edge of your bed.

“I might have stopped in our favorite place to get some burritos, fries, and two slices of bread pudding and red velvet cake” after ignoring him for two days you feel a little guilty now. “Robin told me you are about to start your period. So I also got some painkillers and a heating pad. The one you wanted from K-Mart”

“Oh, Eddie” suddenly you get your eyes teary. You feel guilty because it wasn’t the big deal and you created such a show for nothing. “I love you so much, baby”

“I love you too, princess. Now come here” he pats his lap and you go without hesitation. He handles you so your back is touching his chest, your legs spread and his hands wrapped around your hips. “Let me show you how sorry I am”

“Tell me where it hurts” you guide his hands towards your tits. Instantly feeling a wave of heat shatter your entire body.

“My nipples, they’re hard and swollen. I can feel my tits so heavy, Eddie” maybe you are teasing him with your naughty tone. Eddie can’t help but feel his cock getting hard.

“Get comfortable, doll…”

“Oh, Eddie!” you were lucky to have the trailer by yourself. Your parents are out every Friday night. Perfect to let your boyfriend sneak in and let him fuck you. In this case, finger you. “Fuck!. I need more”

“You look so fucking hot right now,” he said behind you. The left side of your bed was facing a big mirror that was a door for your closet. Being a witness of you naked with your legs spread out for your boyfriend behind. One of his skilled hands caressed one of your breasts, now covered in baby oil. While the other was mercilessly fucking you. “C’mon, baby. Make a mess on your bed and the floor for me”

“Eddie!” He could hear you moaning all day and night. Your sounds always being so pretty and erotic at the same time. While you were discovering a weird pain kink. The way Eddie pinched your nipples and make you squirm was a lot of pleasure. A mix of pain and pleasure. “Yes! There, ohh!”

“Say you love how wet I make you…” you spread your legs more, holding on to his tight. Giving him more moans until you are starting to get a little shaky. “Shit!. I love how wet you make me. Always making me gush”

“Aww, Can you hear it? Squirt, princess” the squelching sound of your pussy was driving you crazy, but Eddie was concentrating on your tits bouncing in the mirror. They looked bigger after almost an hour of pinching and groping. Maybe he was also discovering a kink. His perverted little brain would associate your swollen breasts with you being pregnant. Fantasizing with you, moaning while he made you ride him, with leaky swollen tits and a bump in the middle… He opened his eyes in time to look at you squirting so hard while high moans left your mouth. Tears falling and a big blush on your cheeks. Without a warning, cum flooded his boxers.

“Goddamit” you heard him say. Because your eyes were seeing stars. Maybe you were still squirting, but you felt like under a spell. “And that’s how we start to ruin your mattress too, baby. We have to get matching stains!” . . “You’re a dork, Eddie. But thank you, my baby cramps feel better” trying to catch your breath, all you can hear is Eddie and you panting. Both with a goofy smile while looking at each other.

“You made me cum in my pants, y/n” a soft giggle from you made him smile. Your legs felt like jelly, so he helped you. “I think I have a breeding kink. Well, not sure if a breeding kink or lactation kink”

“My swollen tits made you cum on your pants like a pre-teenager?” he rolled his eyes, taking his pants off. The wet feeling was uncomfortable. “Don’t say it like that, but yeah. Your gorgeous swollen tits made me cum in my pants”

“You know women can lactate without being pregnant?” Eddie’s eyes opened widely. His cock getting hard again.

“Is that possible?” You nodded. Looking at the big wet spot on his boxers, you could see a new erection. Another thing to love about Eddie Munson, he was so needy just like you. “Tell me what you need and I’ll get it for you”

“Shit, Eddie. You are having a kink discovery.” This time, he moaned when you started to palm him under his boxers. He throws his head against your headboard. “That’s why you suggested the baby oil in my tits, little freak”

“Stop making me feel so nasty. But… Would you let me try to make you lactate?” How can you say no to that dorky and beautiful eyes of his? it was barely impossible without hormones or therapy. But you would let him try…”Yeah. But you better in your best behavior. And that includes avoiding Chrissy Cunningham”

“I swear. On Monday I’ll leave it clear for her…” you nod, still palming him. “After you cum… Can we eat? I’m hungry”

“Sure, princess…” he leaned to kiss you on the forehead, and then he let his cock out.

On the high school hallways. Chrissy was retouching her gloss when he heard Eddie’s voice, making her smile with excitement. But when she turned around, you were by his side. And when you two passed in front of her, Eddie decided to say something to you.

“You still sore, doll? Guess I was too rough with you last night. Hopefully, you’ll be lactating in a couple of months” you instantly blush. Abruptly stopping Eddie at the entrance of the cafeteria.

“Eddie Munson! You can’t say that things out loud!” Eddie giggled, giving a big hug in the process. “But you wanted me to tell Chrissy to stay away from me”

“You nasty little pervert. I love you” he kisses you. Hoping he will let you know how much he loves you.

Part 2 where Eddie gets reader to lactate?

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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NSFW Alphabet | Timothy Klitz

Timothy Klitz x fem!Reader

Author's Note | you all can thank soph for the two posts in one day. also, the way I go off on these? I'm so sorry. sometimes I will picture a scenario and like...I have to write it all down??? also I watched a YouTube video with all of Klitz's scenes and I went buck wild. Idk how I forgot how adorable and sweet he is that movie. especially when they go to Vegas and him and Eli are talking to that girl and pretending to be producers. just him saying "hi!" was giving me butterflies? god what a nerd (it's me, I'm the nerd).

Warnings | little bit of Eli slander (dw, I love him), smut under the cut! minors, please don't interact!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Tim is oblivious about aftercare. He'll finish cumming and be like, That was awesome and then kick back all casually and you're like Baby. Honey. Sweetheart…that’s it? and he's very confused about what he's supposed to do. So you have to teach him how to hold you afterwards, how to clean up. And he’ll do it, of course, but he straight up doesn’t think about it at first. He discovers that he really likes to cuddle you, though, and that’s as satisfying as the sex itself.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Totally a boob man. Y’all saw how he literally moaned touching a boob in the movie!! He likes laying his head on your chest as you pet his hair. You smack him one day when he says Mmm, Klitzes tittses as he buries his head between them. God, you're such a fucking weirdo you say with scorn. But he feels your chest shudder underneath him with quiet laughter and he knows it's okay. So if you're having a bad day, sometimes he'll repeat it just to make you laugh (it’s also how he signals that he wants to cuddle you).

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He will cum anywhere you let him. He's a little bit of a freak that way. Like the first time he pulls out and cums on your stomach, he says, Woah. Sweet. and is so thrilled about it that it almost makes him hard again. Again, I just imagine it being kind of fun to him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Okay, maybe this is just me projecting here but I think he'd get hard talking to you on the phone a few times. He figures it out one day when you call him while you're on vacation. And when you start saying, I miss you so much, babe. He feels something stirring down below. Oh, he really didn’t think he’d be into that.

But he doesn't want you to know; doesn't want you to think he's even more of a dork than you already do. So he just keeps asking you questions about your day and slowly takes himself out and starts pumping to the sound of your voice. He tries not to talk from there. He just lets you ramble on about all you did.

You get the hint that he's doing something else when he lets out a breathy and shaky, Mhmm, yeah? midway through your sentence. But you're not sure if he'd actually have the guts to do that over the phone. So you lightly test the waters and say, I just wish you were with me right now, Klitzy. It's so cold over here.

And he is SILENT. He almost drops the phone because he's so taken aback by how good you sounded saying that. He doesn't have a free hand left to cover his mouth so he's biting his bottom lip and just fighting through it, hand on his cock moving a little faster.

That's how you know he is 100% jerking off over the phone and the power that makes you feel...it's immense. You keep teasing him over the next few minutes until he cums, a weak groan beginning to fall from his lips. You can hear the first few notes of it before he covers the speaker with his hand.

Klitz is ashamed to say it, but this will keep happening every once in a while. And he thinks he does a good job of hiding it. But little does he know, you play it up just to help him out. Neither of you ever mentions this strange little space you've created with each other.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Klitz has NO clue what he’s doing. He knows the basics. Like he knows the different parts of your anatomy, knows that he can finger you, can eat you out, can have sex, all of those things. But he can’t really figure out how it all works? Like he’s just gotta wiggle his dick around down there and you’re good to go? He is shocked to find out that it’s a liiiiittle more complicated than that. But he’s excited to learn. He just thinks it’s really fun that there are multiple ways that he can make you cum besides just wiggling his dick around.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This guy...he loves when you ride him. Like he’s totally cool with doing missionary too. But with your tits bouncing in front of him and the way you sharply pant as you go? He gets to dig his fingers into your hips. And sometimes you'll throw your arms around his neck and hang your head on his shoulder. He wouldn’t trade that show for the whole world.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

An absolute goofball. Especially the first time. Because he is just so excited that he gets to do this with you! You agreed to have sex with him! So he's all awkward smiles and trying to keep things light, mostly just to calm himself down a bit. He's unintentionally very funny. Like sometimes he will just fixate on a part of your body midway through sex (most of the time it's either your boobs or your collarbone) and be so dumbfounded that it will make you laugh a little. Snapping out of it he'll go What? and look at you dazed, glasses slipping down his nose and mouth slightly parted. You just shake your head and kiss him until he's reminded of what he was supposed to be doing.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He didn’t even know that was a thing he was allowed to do until Eli shows him a porno where the guy is COMPLETELY bald down there. He says, Dude, what’s up with that? Eli is entranced, absentmindedly says, What’s up with what? Though Klitzy is super uncomfortable, he says slowly, That guy…he’s like…smooth. And Eli legitimately laughs at him, You’ve never tried to shave your balls? He explains (in way too much detail) how one time he tried it but didn't like how cold he felt afterwards. He also used a dull blade so he was super red for weeks afterwards. And that turns Klitz off of the idea entirely until Eli says But, hey, chicks dig it.

So there Timothy Klitz is standing in his bathroom, shaving gel in one hand and a razor in the other. And he almost just goes for it until you walk in and stare at him with wide eyes, darting back and forth between his dick and that razor. What are you doing? Klitz tries to sound casual, Oh, uuuummm...ya know...just...shaving. Your mouth starts to hang open, Why??? Freeze frame on his face, trying to think up an answer that doesn't sound stupid. Yeah, you've seen his dick many times at this point and are comfortable enough with him that you just strolled into the bathroom knowing he was in there, but somehow he feels so embarrassingly naked. Like dreaming of showing up naked in class, kind of naked.

He decides to say Because chicks dig it? and you pinch the bridge of your nose Did Eli tell you that? Klitz nods. Eli is a dumb virgin who hasn't had a single woman touch him, let alone tell him what they find attractive. And I happen to think that you're perfectly gorgeous just the way you are.

Klitz puts down the razor at that point and never picks it back up. So yeah the carpet matches the drapes! He’s got a fairly messy bush of thin, gingerish hairs down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

As much of a goof as he is, Klitz is so so so sweet during sex. Sometimes he'll get a little insecure because he's well aware he's not the most conventionally attractive guy. And he's totally confused sometimes why you're still with him because you could do so much better. So he tries very hard to show you that staying with him is worth it with little compliments and kisses. Over and over he'll say you're so pretty and you're so good to me.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off probably once a day or so. But he gets very embarrassed about it. He’s the kind of guy who will watch porn and as soon as he cums, he looks back up at the computer screen all shocked like, Oh god, who turned THIS on??? He’ll quickly close the internet browser, delete all of his internet history AND all his cookies.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Heavily believe Klitz is into role-play. Very much enjoys the professor/student dynamic but plot twist: you're the professor. If your hair is longer, he loves when you pull it up into a bun and push a pencil into it. He’ll ask to borrow a pencil and you’ll take it out and he goes crazy watching your hair fall over your chest. He loves when you wear a button up that's undone just enough that he can see the cups of your bra peeking out the top. Loves when you assign him "extra credit" because he's such a pleasure in class.

Ograsm! Control! If you edge him, especially while roleplaying?? He has no choice but to go with it. He IS a bit of a teacher's pet, of course.

Praise kink all the way. Be nice to him. He's insecure enough on his own so if you offer him any bit of praise, he's over the moon. Even a little that feels good or a yeah, right there will have him smiling and almost stumbling over himself. He just wants to feel like he's good enough for you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Klitzy talks a biiiig game about being super nasty and freaky. But when you finally take him up on it, he SHRIVELS like a raisin. Fuck the man in his car and he is over the moon but also kind of anxious the whole time, afraid that someone is going to see. For the most part, he likes keeping it safe and sticking in his room. Besides, it gives him more time with you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Whenever you touch him reaaaal slow, he is just ready. Like sometimes you walk your fingers up his arm and it sends shivers up his spine. Put you hand on his knee, I dare you, because that will get his face all red. But if you slide your hand up his thigh, he'll recline back and be totally fine if you just take him from there.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing with pain. I don't even think he'd enjoy choking or anything a little bit more tame. He's in this for a good, fun time and as much as he says he likes to get freaky, he's not THAT freaky.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Klitz loves giving. It's probably one of his favorite parts of having sex with you actually, especially because he got good at it VERY quickly. If he's got a few spare hours between college classes, you KNOW where he's gonna want to be. There have been a few times where he will make you lay back on his bed and just be at it for so so so long. Again, he thinks it's so fun that he can even do this to you. He takes immense pleasure in making you cum over and over again. Even when you're clenching your thighs together because you're so sensitive, he'll make you cum just one more time after that for good measure.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He really can go either way. It just depends on how much time you have and how sentimental he’s feeling and what you want. Like if he’s got some time between classes, he most definitely will be throwing his bag down and can roughly fuck you on his couch. But if you ask him to go a bit more gentle, he won't mind. He enjoys a bit of slow burn intimacy; likes giving you little kisses as you moan under him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Klitz is okay with the occasional quickie but he really prefers the full experience. He genuinely likes you and therefore, he likes taking his time. Sure, having sex between classes is fun, but it’s not nearly as meaningful of an encounter than when you’re spending a whole night with him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Tim gets a bit nervous doing new things (mostly because he doesn't want to look dumb in front of you) but he's willing to try anything that you're willing to. As long as you ask him nicely, he can build up just enough confidence to appear somewhat together (even if he's melting inside).

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for three to four rounds but sorry, he doesn't last long. It takes him a while to be able to build up the resistance and last long enough to make you cum too. And he gets kind of nervous about it; gets worried that you'll see him as inadequate. He is packing heat. So why can't he make you get off? He is persistent though! He will try until he is so tired that he physically can't cum anymore. He really is kind of a people pleaser at heart.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Klitz gets intimidated by toys so he tends not to like them. If he goes into a sex shop with you, he’s not going to be shy exactly, but he’ll get almost defensive. Like you pull a dildo from off the shelf and look at it and he’ll say under his breath, C’mon, even I’m bigger than that. And you’ll roll your eyes because of course he’d say that.

Eli got him a fleshlight before he started seeing you because You gotta at least practice getting pussy, man. And even though Klitz uses it sometimes, since Eli has touched it, he can’t think about it too much or it makes him want to gag a bit.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He won't tease you all too often but it is so much fun to teach him. Though he's really a switch at heart, if you tease him enough, the whiney sub in him will come out in full force. Run your nails down his abdomen and he will be WHIMPERING. If you're edging him, he is so eager to please that he will just take the torture because your hand is so much softer and delicate than his.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

So loud (again, he literally moaned OUT LOUD touching some titty). Like, sometimes you have to cover his mouth if you guys need to be quiet. But most of the time, it’s really sweet that he’s so expressive. He face screws up and you can tell that he’s enjoying himself because he’s groaning in between muttering Fuck, fuck, you’re so good. You’ll know he’s getting closer though when he starts panting and his curses get higher pitched.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He really likes cuddling you. Before and after sex. He's always been a little bit more sensitive than his friends but this is the one parts of your relationship that he won't ever mention to the guys. Because it feels so special to him that the sexual aspect aside, you enjoy being affectionate to him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

We already know. Everyone knows. Timothy Klitz is HUGE. He is packing eight inches hard. And like...it's pretty thick. And you KNOW he is so proud about it. He doesn't brag about it all the time, but it's just enough that it makes you a little exasperated.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Being a young guy, it's fairly high. Like he can go multiple times if he really wants to at almost any time of the day. There won't be too much time in between sexual encounters either.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Klitz is such a sleepy guy afterwards. He'll want to bury his head in your neck and give you drowsy little kisses. Or he wants your head on his chest. Either way, he likes being connected to you in some way at the end of sex. You make him feel very comfortable with himself. And being an awkward dude, he appreciates it so much. So he tries his best to show it at the end of the night when you're both falling asleep.

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sweaterkittensahoy · 30 days

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hi :)) if your asks are still open: most random mota ship + hcs (if you want, ofc)

i mean, honestly, I shipped Rosie and Ken because they both needed a hug and seemed like sweethearts who could hug each other and am now 86,533 words into my first longfic in years (here's the first 10k). And I love a good random ship. So, let's go:

Bucky/Harry: confident nerd bags that cocky jock but is still a nerd who is way into his own head; lucky him, that cocky jock boyfriend gives mind-melting blowjobs.

Jack/Harding: I need to stress that the age difference is part of the hotness. Harding has his shit together, and Jack is INTO IT. Meanwhile, Harding is into the fact that Jack is so goddamn smart. Like, if this was regency era, they'd be married in two months. Just saying. It's an appreciation of competency.

Jack/Rosie: It's a "falls first" versus "fall hardest." Jack falls first because Rosie is a huge, cute dork. Rosie falls hardest but it takes SEVERAL MONTHS. Like, Jack punching him in the stomach for re-upping months.

Rosie/Harry/Jean: DomSub where Harry is the bratty sub, and Rosie and Jean take care of him. Harry fears after the war he won't get them both. But you dumbass. Those two fell in love talking about you and other things. Rosie is genuinely terrified to tell Harry he is also in love with Mrs. Jean Crosby because he doesn't want to overstep. He finally snaps and says it, and Harry is SO MAD. "What kind of dom are you that you stressed me out like this, you asshole?" / "Oh, you wanna find out what kind of dom I am?" / "No. I don't. I'm going home to MY WIFE, and then if you're lucky, I'll come back and fuck you." And it literally the most amazing moment of Robert's romantic life.

Bubbles/Buck: Ultracompetence loves ultracompetence. Also, Bubbles's accent soothes all of Buck's rough edges. Bubbles likes 'em tall and sweet, and would you look at that.

#rarepair #masters of the air #pairings #fic prompt

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buckttommy · 3 months

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Random question

How do you think buddie would survive a murder house? Like an actual house they have to get out while a murderer is following them

Oh I love this question!

Eddie would immediately snap into soldier mode. He might be healed/healing but he's still familiar with combat and he still knows what it's like to have a human, or humans, actively out for your blood. So Eddie — sweet, lovable, dork dad Eddie —would fade to the back and Staff Sgt. Diaz would take his place. Taking control, giving orders that he expects Buck to follow to the letter if they want to get out alive, improvising and using whatever is at his disposal as a weapon. He would get them to safety and he'd spill blood if he needed to without remorse.

Buck is not a soldier, and he has not seen combat, but as we've seen from the shooting, he knows how to dig deep when he needs to. Especially when it comes to Eddie. He would follow Eddie's instructions, but if it came down to it (say, if Eddie was injured/out of commission), he would draw on every ounce of SEAL training and raw strength he's ever had and get them out or, at the very least, put up a hell of a fight so they go down swinging.

#Hmmm #You've given me an idea....#future wips #jack answers mail

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sanguineterrain · 2 years

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Blurb// Drabble idea

College! Bucky has a fever and all he wants is to cuddle you until he feels better 🥺

"Bucky?"

The apartment is quiet, and pretty much exactly as it was when you were here three days ago. You shut the door behind you.

“Bucky? Where are you, baby?”

"Doll?" comes the soft call.

You smile and set the soup on the counter before walking into Bucky's room.

Oh, that's too cute.

He's curled under a blanket, only his head piled with messy curls peeking out. As soon as he sees you, Bucky pushes himself up, which unleashes a slew of coughs. You frown, stopping at the corner of his bed.

"Hi," he says, fully congested.

"Hey, honey. How d'you feel?"

"Not too bad," Bucky shrugs, then sneezes twice. You hand him the box of tissues and he nods gratefully. "Just a sniffle."

"Sam said you had a fever."

"Oh, Sam's exaggerating."

You lay a hand on his forehead, then sigh.

"Bucky, you're burning up."

"What are you, a doctor? That's just my--" he yawns loudly, "--desire for you."

"You're a dork."

"Is it working?"

"No, you big lug," you snort. "Did you eat anything?"

"Saltines."

"Hmm. You want some soup?"

He sticks his bottom lip out, pulling the most pitiful puppy eyes you've ever seen.

"Will you feed me?"

"Oh, you're ridiculous.”

“So... yes?”

Two minutes later, you’re feeding him. Bucky happily soaks up the attention, but is only able to take about ten bites before he’s slowing down. You set the soup aside and touch his forehead again.

“Not hungry? Usually you’d be going for your second helping, baby.”

He smiles tiredly. “Maybe later.”

You know he’s truly sick if he can’t eat much. You soften, at the sight of your sweet boyfriend tucking himself under the blanket again.

“Kiss?”

You smile and shake your head, gently kissing Bucky’s cheek. The pout returns.

“Not on my lips? Dollface...”

“Bucky, you’re the most contagious right now. I’m sorry, baby, but I can’t miss any classes. I’ll kiss you properly in a few days.”

The pout deepens. “Then... will you stay?”

“Of course I will, honey. You wanna watch a movie?”

Bucky hums. You stand, about to take the bowl when he grabs you by the waist.

“Bucky!”

You flail and before you can catch your balance, he’s got you squished to his side, both arms around your belly. You shuffle around until you’re facing him. He’s far too pleased with himself.

“What was that? I was gonna put on a movie.”

“Can we snuggle a bit? I miss my girl.”

He tucks his face into your arm. You hum, relaxing.

“Okay, Buck. We’ll watch a movie later then.”

“Mmhm,” he says, already closing his eyes and pulling you closer. “’S warm.”

You kiss the top of his head, scratching his scalp. Bucky fits a leg over yours, holding you like you’re his own personal teddy bear.

“Sleep, baby. I’ll be here.”

#inbox #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #college au #college bucky barnes #blurb

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bekkachaos · 1 year

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Slow dancing with buddie? Pretty pls 💖

1. slow dancing

Maddie and Chim are complete and total dorks.

That's what was running through Buck's mind as they did their very first dance as husband and wife. Choreographed of course, complete with mouthing the words to the song and not being able to take their eyes off one another for a second.

It was beautiful and sweet and unbearably romantic. When the song died down through a sea of applause, it grew softer, slower, and as they wrapped one another up and began to sway, they were joined on the dancefloor by the other couples at their wedding.

The Buckley parents first, along with the Lees. Then there was Bobby and Athena, Karen and Hen, hell, even Ravi had scrounged up a date.

Buck stood from the side of the dancefloor and watched, a smile on his face but a longing in the hollow of his chest.

"They look so happy, don't they?"

He turned to see Eddie walking towards him, the same fond look out to the dancefloor as Buck had worn moments earlier.

"I couldn't have thought up anyone better for her," he said with a smile.

Eddie sidled in next to Buck, their shoulders brushing as they looked back out at the couples filling the dancefloor.

"How did we end up being the only two painfully single people at this wedding?" Buck asked, feeling Eddie's laugh against his arm before he heard the little huff of air that escaped his nose.

"You want me to answer that?" he said, making Buck shrug.

"I guess not," he grinned.

He looked back out at all the couples, the way each of them had almost shut themselves off from everything around them, even his parents. His mother had her head rested on his father's shoulder, the two of them gently swaying as they watched Maddie and Chim. They really were in another world, sparkling eyes and mumbled reminiscence between them.

"No reason we need to be stuck on the sideline," Eddie said, making Buck turn back with a furrow in his brow.

Eddie raised his, giving him an expectant look before holding his hand out in offering. Buck almost felt a blush spread over his cheeks as the smile crossed his lips.

"Why not?"

He slipped his hand into Eddie's. Strange, his hand had been there a number of times before, the job got them into a lot of situations that required a hand up or to steady, this felt somehow different. Eddie's hand was bare, lightly calloused fingers brushing his own scarred knuckles as he led him out onto the dancefloor.

And then there was the way he pulled him in close, so close Buck could feel the heat emanating from his core, and burning into him where his other palm came down to rest softly against his back. Buck fumbled a moment as he tried to work out what to do with his other hand, finally settling it against Eddie's shoulder blade.

This was something new, something they hadn't done before. There was a kind of closeness between them that was odd, and yet somehow familiar, comfortable, like they had danced like this one hundred times over.

Buck found himself relaxing into Eddie's touch, only noticing it when his jaw brushed against Eddie's cheek, retreating with a flinch until he felt Eddie's hand holding him tighter in place.

"Sorry," he said through his teeth, the feeling of Eddie's chest vibrating against his own dripping warmth down into his belly.

"What are you sorry for?" he said, his cheek leaning into him with just a little more pressure than before.

Buck shrugged, wondering if Eddie could feel the way his palm was sweating in his tight grip.

"I don't know," he admitted. "Guess I'm not familiar with the etiquette of slow dancing with your best friend at a wedding."

Eddie's turn to shrug, tilting his lips back to Buck's ear to make it easier to hear over the gentle melody.

"Same as the regular kind," he said. "Don't over complicate it, and keep your hands above the waist at all times."

"You really think I would break that one?" Buck grinned.

"Nah," Eddie said. "You're a gentleman, more so than people give you credit for sometimes."

Their feet shuffled in a lazy circle, you could hardly call it dancing, but it worked for them.

"Yeah, and you're Eddie," he said, making Eddie pull back to look at him, still swaying softly to the music.

"Does that make a difference for you?" he asked, voice lower than before.

"I..." Buck paused, his words suddenly caught in his throat.

Did it?

He'd started to accept lately that anyone else who came into his life needed to be okay who he was, and everything that came with him. He didn't need anyone new questioning the parts of himself that he had built, the parts he had grown to like, he had done enough of that himself.

"I don't know," he said finally, eyes watching the way Eddie's lips pulled up in a soft smile, the way his Adams apple bobbed in his throat like he was swallowing his own forgotten words.

Eddie's arm shifted further around Buck's waist, their hips grazing one another with the new closeness between them. Eddie's hand shifted slightly, the tips of his fingers sitting in the shallow dip of Buck's back, just below the line of his belt.

"Pushing the lines of gentlemanly behaviour there," he teased, aware that his breathing was getting heavier with each passing moment.

"Sometimes you have to cross a few lines," Eddie murmured, eyes watching Buck's features carefully. "So you can stay open to whatever comes next."

Maybe it was in the way Eddie's lips parted only enough to let out his words, or the longing look in his eyes that Buck wondered if he had been missing all along, but suddenly Buck thought that maybe, he didn't need anyone new coming into his life at all.

"Still a few rules you don't break at someone else's wedding though," Eddie said with a smile.

To hell with the rules, Buck found himself wanting to break every last one.

"Well, maybe later you can drop me home, kiss me goodnight," he said, feeling his racing heart at the bottom of his throat. "I feel like that would be breaking a rule or two."

Eddie's eyes glanced downward and for a moment Buck felt his breath hitch and his throat tightened.

"Unless I am totally reading that wrong, I-"

"No," Eddie said quickly, looking back up with deep brown eyes through thick thoughtful lashes. "No, you weren't reading it wrong, at all."

Buck's smile made space for the breath in his chest to release, making him somehow lighter and more full at the same time.

"Okay," he said, so softly that he wasn't sure Eddie had even heard him. But he did.

"Okay," he said back.

For just a moment they became one of those couples on the dancefloor, gazing at one another like the world around them had stopped, like everything had just started to make sense.

Eddie let out a heavy sigh as he leant his cheek against Buck's one more time, closing his eyes as he let the moment sink in, enjoying the warmth from Buck's chest as it pressed into his own, the heaviness in him starting to become lighter in all the places Buck's body met his. Like magic.

Send me a ship and a soft prompt and I'll write you a snippet x

#in honour of the madney engagement #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 #911 spoilers #ask game #thank you ryan 💕

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socheckitout-mikey · 1 year

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OMG HI HI!! i not sure if you still write for the outsiders but I was wondering if you could do hc for going to a carnival/fair with the boys individually (like you're their s/o)

heya hun, yeah i still do! you can find out what fandoms i write for in my navi! ^-^ tysm for requesting this, it was a cute idea and y'know i always love writing for the outsiders! i hope that you enjoy what i came up with and sorry it took me a million years to write! - mae

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Carnival/Fair Dates With The Curtis Gang and Shepard Brothers Hc's:

Curly Shepard:

° In typical Curly fashion, he's getting up to no good, which doesn't change even when you're dating him. His number one priority is to show off to you in order to get a reaction – preferably a laugh. He's such a dork dfnsdjkfdsj! Sometimes you've just got to cringe during the storm instead, but it's okay, the rest of Tulsa is too lmaoo.

° He definitely cheated when the carny was temporarily distracted by some wise ass kid (another one his gang members), which resulted in him rigging the game in his favour to win you that plushie you so desperately wanted for ages now! Hey, you weren't too bothered – the man who ran the game was a damned cheapskate anyway. Sometimes it is better to fight fire with fire.

° Deadass wolfs down so much food with you that both of your stomachs hurt like utter hell for the next few hours. To say that y'all are immobile, lying in the back of Tim's car on the ride home with the window rolled down looking green is an understatement. However, it was all worth it for those mini corn dogs and donuts!!!

° You do blame each other for influencing the other until Tim goes, "I don't give a flyin' fuck who influenced who, just don't yack in my car, or else."

° Ngl he's a little prick because when you both sat on the top of the Ferris Wheel, he "violently" shook the stall you were in to freak you out just a little. He took the smack on his chest like a champ before pressing a sloppy kiss to your forehead. He steadied the stall.

° "I'm only screwin' with ya..." He grinned softly against your temple. He really was soft and made it up to you for scaring you so much.

° As payback you made him go on the massive roller coaster. He genuinely wasn't hyped for it, but he was acting like it wasn't a big deal at all. Holy crap was he relieved to be back on solid ground after it was over. Boii even kissed the dusty tarmac when he thought nobody was looking. Poor guy turned green, but he lowkey cussed you out under his breath bfddjdjfdsfdjd.

Dallas Winston:

° Is it much of a surprise that he's also not up to any good, as per usual? There are prominent ways for him to get into all sorts of trouble, and he does it openly as well. He's not afraid, but he's also making sure it's not so much of a hindrance so you can enjoy yourself too. Believe it or not, but he has these mindful moments. He likes to mess around and see where the chips lie – bonus points if you're up for causing a little bit of trouble with him!

° Expect to have the funnest time with his hand slid into your back pocket and amping up the flirting. Man, is he a showoff when he's up to have a go at all of the stalls. Some he wins and others he loses, but if he's cheating, he's sneaky about it. It kinda makes you laugh at this point ngl.

° "Whatcha laughin' at, chicken shit?" He grins at you as you clutch your freshly won teddy bear. "You! Hey, I thought I told you to stop callin' me that?!" You gripe back at him. "Call you what?" He teases you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

° Dallas genuinely took the water gun he had and sprayed you with it instead of the bulls eye. Man were you mad as hell at him, and rightly so! "I got good aim, sweet cheeks. For ten bucks, I'll let you squirt me." He winks. "I'm leaving..." Bc ew cringe Dally! "Awe, don't be like that, sugar!"

° His favourite pastime? Scaring the shit out of all the little kids for the hell of it. He's literally such an ass, but you love him anyway. That kid who tried stealing dough outta your purse had it coming for him anyway hdfhjjdhj.

° Dally's deffo tried to do things a bit legally just for your benefit – as mentioned above. Hey, he only cut the line ten times this trip! "You snooze, you lose, man!" (Insert the most obnoxious eye roll ever from you dfhsjfhfhfhfdhjn) "It's for cotton candy, babe!" Never mess with Dallas Winston and his damn cotton candy, lemme tell you that!

° Deadass punched a guy for saying something nasty about you. Lmaoo y'all got kicked out, but not before he snuck you both back in! It was warranted for Dallas to do the right thing. If you both get chucked out again, he'll just take you out into town. It's quieter that way and hey! You guys have a whole diner to yourselves. "Don't even think about it, Dal!"

Darry Curtis:

° Okay y'all, these are a rare occurrence, but boy does Darry take this opportunity when he gets a shot! Darry being off in the summer? Unheard of! But somehow fate has aligned in the stars and you've been blessed with an opportunity! It may be one day, but it's so much fun. It brings him back to his highschool days. He's beaming! It's just so wholesome, man.

° Darry played football in high school so you know his aim is literally no joke. Watch him bust every rigged game with flying colours, because he's smart. You're going home with a carnival haul! And you know what? None of the carny's can be mad at you, because when they see how much of a gentleman Darry is to you, and how your eyes glitter when you look up at him, their hearts melt! You guys are literally the cutest!

° He definitely tries to avoid going on all the rides, because and I quote, "That looks more rickety than the scaffolding I was on yesterday. Ain't no way in hell I'm goin' on that thing, and neither are you. We ain't even got medical insurance to cover it!" Y'know, old man stuff!

° But he does eventually go on it after all of your incessant begging. He's a grumpy old man as he boards onto it. The rides aren't his favourite, but he endures them – they're more Soda's shtick! He goes along with it because he loves you.

° But the food? He loves it! With all of his, "Let's be mindful about money," shtick, he kind of bends the rules a little bit and indulges some. He's more focused on getting more grub into you than into him though, because he likes to treat you though. He doesn't have a whole bank's worth of money to spend, but he makes it work. He's happy when you offer him half of what you have, despite trying to decline a thousand times. This is why he loves you.

° "I think you're really beautiful when you smile." You grin up at him as you rest your head on his shoulder.

° "I think you must've hit your head." He laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. (AAAAHHHH I CAN'T!! Y'ALL ARE SO CUTE!!!!)

Johnny Cade:

° Man, do his eyes light up like the sun at the prospect of going to the fair/carnival. Thanks so much for asking him to come along! There’s so much to do and explore, it’s a little overwhelming. He’s a little timid at first, but once he gets going on the different rides and games, Johnny is grinning like a chessy cat, from ear to ear.

° He isn’t the best at games, but hey, that’s okay because y’all laugh at the fact he completely missed the ring from the duck so badly that it looped around a Soc’s hand.

° “Man, I got the aim of a cat brawlin’ in the alleys!” He admits with a blush coating his tanned cheeks.

° His least favourite ride is the haunted house, because he spooks too easily. He can hide it, but when things pop out at him, it spikes up his anxiety. Poor baby! However, his favourite ride is the spinning tea cups. He’s relatively gentle, but do not make the mistake of going in one with him, Dally, Steve, Soda and Two-bit: You will be hanging on for dear life and barf. It’ll be all your fault for trusting them too lmaoo.

° Total bonus points if there is a rodeo at the same time. Johnny is crazy about them. He loves seeing all of the animals and action going on. He’s a little bit bouncy as he holds your hand. It’s very wholesome, and honestly, you’re probably bouncing with excitement beside him just as much.

° Johnny will treat you with cotton candy or something else you wanted to eat. It’s not much, but with all the gang giving him money here and there, he’s got more than he’s used to. So he doesn’t know what to do with it other than spend it on as much food as you can both stomach lmaoo.

° He’s a true gentleman and walks you home after all is said and done. He hangs about on your front porch, fidgeting a bit until he goes, “Thanks for spendin’ the day with me. It’s honestly been the best I’ve had in awhile…” and your response? A kiss on his lips before you wish him a safe walk home. To say he’s frozen on the spot for a solid ten minutes blushing like crazy is an understatement! Once he comes to, he’s grinning all big as he walks off of your porch. He’s so grateful to be dating you.

Ponyboy Curtis:

° Ya’ll can’t tell me that Ponyboy doesn’t watch the sunset with you on the top of the Ferris Wheel. It’s cliche, but I don’t give a crap. It’s cute and it happens. I’m willing to fight anyone on this! Just imagine his precious head leaning against your shoulder, both of you bathed in a spectacle of sunset colours. (I CAN’T IT’S TOO CUTE-)

° He’s a little shit™️ and goofs off with you because although he’s sweet, he’s not a saint. Expect lots of laughter together as you explore the entire place. You tend to bring Ponyboy out of his shell, and you know the gang catches you two trying to sneak into the circus tent to get into the show for free!

° Y’know what? You win him something at the bean bag stall. He’s a track star, but you’re the one with the better aim – even though his isn’t half bad. He’s a little abashed as he holds the duck plushie in his hand. He’s adamant when he gets home that it’s yours, that you just left it at his house. But it never moves and he gets teased for it.

° Ashfujdshjds he loses you 20 minutes in and pretty much has a panic attack but eventually finds you challenging Steve to an arm wrestling contest behind the bleachers.

° “I thought you got eaten by a lion! This whole time I’m panickin’ I lost you and you were there with dumbass Steve.”

° “Well someone’s both mouthy and has an overactive imagination! If it helps any, I totally kicked Steve’s ass!”

° He tripped way too many times to count, and each time you laughed. That is until you walked into a pole, which was flat out hilarious. You have a wounded ego, but Ponyboy’s is elated! “Man, that’s- I can’t believe you-,” He gasps between fits of laughter as he clutches his stomach. “Oh bite me, Curtis!”

Sodapop Curtis:

° You’re dating the poster child for hyperactivity. Maaaaaaan good fucking luck having a moment to sit still. Rip to your legs man! Steve basically has to drag you along like a soldier at war because you gave up on walking long ago. He begs Soda to let you sit for at least five minutes fgjgjfkdgjd.

° But in all seriousness, Sodapop is making sure to be considerate of you. He’s just sooo excited!!! There’s sm to see and do, and you bet your ass he’s doing back flips just to show off because mans is a spider monkey, lmaoo.

° Overall it’s such a cute and thoughtful day/night. Although there’s some stuff planned out, Sodapop is also winging things, because he’s a spontaneous king! So expect lots of flirting and some romance, because although he doesn’t have much, he’s giving you his world! Awwww so cheesy gjdfjffjd.

° If you love stuffed animals, then you’ll be buried in a mountain of them by the time you get home! If you don’t, too bad! At least you got free stuff. (Yes, Darry did end up getting mad at him for spending his wages on the carnival but yee yee I guess!)

° You guys go on all of the rides. Though he isn’t the type to push you to go on any ones you’re adamant not going on – like if you’re deadly afraid of heights. He either won’t go on and keeps you company on the ground, or he’ll come right back once the ride’s finished. He’s vvv supportive, softening out any of your anxieties or worries by making you laugh and feel loved <333 He’s proud if you do decide to face your fears though!

° At the end of the day when you guys are out of breath and a little tired, you’ll be sitting in the cab of Darry’s Ford pickup truck. There’s the sounds of crickets chirping and it’s cooled off some due to nighttime casting across Tulsa. You’re both sleepily smiling, Soda’s palm flat against your knee. It’s quiet as Elvis plays softly in the background: Sodapop knows when it’s time to let the chill vibes commence. “Thanks for takin’ me along.” You murmur all dopey up at him. He’s enamoured by your cuteness.

° “No worries, baby. Did you have fun?” He grins back at you. All you can do is muster a nod before slipping into a deep sleep. He laughs softly, “I ain’t carryin’ you inside your house.” But he does.

Steve Randle:

° You can’t handle the Randle sfudfhdujdhjd (I will never stop saying this, guys). But on a serious note, Steve loves going to fairs and carnivals, because similar to his best buddy, Sodapop, there’s so much to do! He’s spontaneous and likes to show off how strong he is, so expect him to show anyone up at the bell tower. He’s strong as hell and enjoys the little crowd developed around y’all. He seems to win most of the time!

° Steve is rather thoughtful and romantic. He thought out the entire date, and you’re probably on a double date with Sandy and Sodapop. It’s very cute, and Steve is always silently checking in with you when everyone else isn’t paying attention. “You good, doll?”

° At night time, when it gets cold, you bet your ass he gives you his jacket to wear. Even if it’s heading over into autumn, the last slivers of summer mourned: He doesn’t care. It’s the right thing to do and he’s so soft for you fdjfjd. He even drives you home and walks you to your porch. Man, he’s so crazy about you, and he doesn’t stop flirting until the very end.

° “You know, you’re kinda sweet?” You hum against his lips, the tips of your noses brushing together.

° He breathes a little chuckle, “Who said anythin’ about bein’ sweet?” Before diving in for that mind blowing kiss!

° Steve doesn’t really have much of a favourite ride: He’s up for anything – especially if it’s fast and takes a lot of sharp or sudden turns/drops. He likes the swing rides, grinning widely because he feels as free as a bird. Your exhilarated expression only makes him happier.

° Y’all are beat by the end of the day. It was such a fun time, though!!

Tim Shepard:

° Saddle up bucko, because this is one wild ride! Going to a carnival or the fair with Tim is a lot of fun – if you’re looking to cause a decent amount of trouble. He likes to goad you a little, to see how far he can push you and loves when you snap back at him a little sassy, “Alright tiger! Easy does it. Don’t wanna get ahead of ourselves.”

° Tim will have his arm draped over you in some fashion: Always has to have that contact. It’s how he flirts with you. He’s like a calm, cool and dangerous panther slinking through the fair – all eyes of the carny’s on him like hawks, “Sheesh! You’d think they’d know how to make things more welcoming. I an cut the tension with my switch.”

° It takes a bit of prodding, but eventually you convince him to ditch “looking cool” in favour of having fun. He’s relaxed, and he may even win some prizes at some of the games – as long as a carny doesn’t get wise with him. Tim doesn’t fare well with being told what to do. But he keeps himself cool, will get payback later when you’re not around to witness it lmaoo.

° Much like Curly, Tim will do something just to frighten you a little. It’s really so you come sit in his lap or hold onto him. There’s that wild look in his eyes, a mischievous simper donning his features, “Don’t even fuckin’ think about it!” You warn with a pointed finger.

° “S’that supposed to fend me off, tuts?” He says, backing you up slowly against a wall.

° A chase will ensue and Tim always wins. His prize? Throwing you over his shoulder and slapping you ass like a champ, lmaooo!

° Everything is spontaneous, but Tim tends to be more relaxed when you’re around. You wanna grab a bite to eat at The Dingo after? Sweet, let's do it! But you’re buying since it was your idea fjdjdfjkfjdjffdj.

Two-bit Matthews:

° Oh, pray to whatever God exists, because this will be eventful! Two-bit is a social butterfly, so not only is he chatting to you, but making others laugh in the process. He’s also extremely slick so he’s buttering up unsuspecting stall managers for good deals, but they know him by now. They aren’t fooled.

° Can’t go to the carnival or fair without Two-bit stealing something and plonking it right into your hands a ways away. “How did you-. Babe, take this back!”

° “Is that an order, officer? I say, if you handcuff me in the backseat of your car, I might just do what you say.” He grins all funny into your ear. “What am I gonna do with ya?” You inquire with a laugh. “Beats me. You’re the one with the stolen goods. I didn’t do zilch. Hey Officer!” He calls over the heads of the crowd, only for you to grab his hand and yank him down a small opening. “Shut the fuck up, Keith! That ain’t funny.” But Two is already rolling around on the ground laughing.

° He probably takes you into the House of Mirrors, and you guys just spend most of your time either hiding from and scaring each other, or doing that to other people. Two-bit loves the mirrors where you stand a certain way and it makes you super small and wide or tall and skinny. He pulls the dumbest faces in the glass. He's so easily amused (and so are you).

° Yes, he did walk into a mirror and almost knock himself out cold. Call in the cavalry, a.k.a. The gang: We got a man down! fuijdkfhjsdfbjdfdfkj

° You spent the next eight hours in the ER waiting to get his nose set because he broke it. “Talk about a knockout…” You mumble halfway through a yawn.

° “Aw shoot! This ain’t shit. Y'should’ve seen me in a dance off with Steve three years back. Now that guy can kick like a donkey!”

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