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missnedge · 2 years

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You should wear my clothes more often (Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader)

Summary: On Corroded Coffins biggest show to date at The Hideout. You decide to wear something very special for your boyfriend for some light encouragement.

Characters: Eddie Munson, Reader, Garrett, Jeff, Nelson (freak 1, still upset the didn't just give him a name), Gus (bouncer), Wayne (Reader mentions)

Warnings/Tags: afab reader, she/her pronouns and anatomy, SMUT (Minors DNI!!!) , drunk makes reader uncomfortable, mentions of Eddie not taking care of himself, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), established relationship, drinking and cigarette smoking, public sex, slight degrading. (Lmk if I missed any!)

Tonight was a big night for Eddie and the whole of Corroded Coffin, The Hideout was hosting a large biker group tonight. Celebrating one of the long term members 45th birthday. They had been practicing all week leaving you craving Eddie's attention, not in a toxic overreactive way. But in a want of his time to follow you after tonight's performance, and then some. Dustin had helped you by finding one of Eddie's first Corroded Coffin shirts. In what could potentially be the largest pile of clothes to ever exist. With you not there to physically support Eddie, he didn't notice or feel the need to keep up with cleaning. Since you weren't there to help him stay on track, it was the perfect opportunity. You paired the light grey shirt with a skin tight leather skirt with a prominent slit going along the length of your hip. Showing off the garters you wore holding up fine fishnet stockings to mid thigh. Adding a studded belt to clinch your waist even more, eyeing as your lacy black bra showed through the sides of the now cropped muscle tee you'd created. While lacing your Docs, excessive honking came from the end of your driveway. Slipping on a long black trench like coat, you placed your hottest red lipstick in the pocket, spritzing yourself with perfume before running out of you house. Locking the door behind you, downing the driveway Eddie already standing at the ready near the open passenger door. You flung yourself into his arms, he spun the two of you around in excitement. Kissing you fervently, you melted into his affection. Jumping back at the honk of the horn from a typically annoyed Garrett riding bitch in the back of the van.

"Get in fuckers or we're gonna be late we still have to pick up Nelson and set up!"

"Shove it or get your license Garrett, I'm just greeting my girl." He turned smiling with not only his bright white teeth and his plump bottom lip, stretching warmth all across his features. Eddie smiled with his eyes, deep and expressive filled with childlike wonder even after such hardships. He looked at you like a sailor did the stars, as if he was from the driest desert and you were his only source of water in a land full of puddles. He made me feel more curiosity than what was in the deepest part of the ocean's depth. You pulled him against you for one last hug, whining when he had to pull away. "We gotta get going my love, for once Gar-bear is right." He said eyeing the watch on his left wrist you had helped Wayne pick out for Eddie's birthday.

"Fine, I guess I'll manage a little longer without jumping your bones." You said patting his chest, stepping into the passenger side. Greeting Jeff as Eddie tried to eye your covered ass through the shield like coat. Garrett eyed him right back and Eddie sarcastically stuck his tongue out to his friend.

He skipped to the driver's side, starting the van up again. Peering over to you, watching as you were applying the bold color to your lips before racing to Nelson's house. Bringing your hand to his thigh as he drove, yelling at the guys in the back to shut up over the loud Metallica cassette he had going.

Arriving at The Hideout, you found parking in the back to leave room for the various Motorcycles that would fill the rows in front in an hour. The boys made quick work of unpacking their equipment, chatting about the set every so often. Sitting on the edge of the back of the nearly empty van, Eddie held onto your waist as you stood in-between his legs, holding his chilled beer as he shared a cigarette. They discussed various things like Hellfire, girls, and the potential scouting's or long term Friday set at The Hideout if they did well before Eddie squeezed your hip, tickling your side.

"What's with the flasher coat baby?" He complained into your neck, trying to pull it off your shoulder to exposed more skin. You tugged the fabric back into place, squinting at him.

"Wanted to wait and surprise you with my outfit baby." Turning in his grasp, setting the beer down on the bed of the Van. Tucking crazed and frizzy curls behind his ear, not only was his room messy but his hair had seen better days with you there to detangled it. You loved taking care of Eddie, and he was just a forgetful person. Putting everyone before himself and his own wants or needs. Leaning down you kissed the flush skin of his neck, marking your favourite spot then brought your lips to his ear in a low whisper for him to hear. "If I'd walked out without this on, we'd never made it back to the Van." He groaned at your words, taking his hands and smoothly down the curl of your ass. You gasped and he suddenly remembered he was outside with his friends and not in the solo bubble of warmth you invoked in his life.

"You are a minks, you know that?" He laughed pulling his hands back to a more respectable spot, flicking the end of his cigarette to the gravel lot. Pulling back to look at Eddie in his entirety, handcuff buckle hung low on his waist. Showing off a sliver of alabaster skin of his v-line and curt trail of hair leading down his pelvis disappearing under the black jeans. His ring adorned hand went beside him to pick up the glass beer bottle, bringing it up to his mouth his wrapped his lips around it. Tilting his head back, making you watch as a small amount of the tan liquid traced down the side of his lips to where his Adam's apple bobbed as he drank. How badly you wanted to sink your teeth into his neck, licking the liquor off until you reached his lips to tangle your tongue with his. He finished the drink, setting the bottle back down, looking at your eyes intensely. He flashed a greedy grin, biting at his lips making eye contact with your lips.

"See something you like baby?" He winked, taking your hand in his. You thought briefly, looking to see Jeff and Nelson arguing who the better drummer was Tommy Lee of Motely Cruë or Nicko McBain of Iron Maiden. Garrett adding in how he thought John Bonham (Led Zeppelin) and Lars Ulrich (Metallica) were also two drummers with extreme merit to idolize.

"You know, your right it's actually quite warm under the limelight of the bar. Do you want a refill?" You asked as you started to unbutton the coat, stepping back to shrug it off your shoulders. Revealing yourself in the outfit to Eddie in your full glory, his jaw would hit the pavement if he gaped it any lower. You cocked your head, waiting for a response as the gears turned in his brain.

"I-, um. Pfft, wha-? Mmm." He asked you in a series of unintelligible words, drinking in your image. Picking up his empty bottle, you shook it in front of him.

"Refill?" You turned to the other three, "Boys?" Almost feeling the Eddie eyes roll back into his skull. Their conversation had stalled at your question, simply able to just shake their heads in disagreement. Trying not to gawk at Eddie's girl, Jeff started the argument up again. You turned around, winking at Eddie.

"Teddy? You want anything?" He hands flexed on his thighs, shaking his head as he was very obviously looking at your breasts. Not that he couldn't, and not that he wasn't ever this obvious. He loved to worship your body, barely feeling lucky enough to be in your presence ordinarily but knowing exactly what was hidden under his clothes was a pleasure in it of itself. You shrugged walking into the bar, getting another beer on you and Eddie's shared tap. Fluffing your hair as you waited, noticing just how many people were filling in the bar. You'd never seen it so full in the two years the boys had been playing here. Perhaps it was because it was a Friday night as well. Stepping back out away from the counter you were stopped by a large man before the exit, where Eddie and the boys were.

"Well-well, hello there pretty lady-" He stopped walking, blocking your path.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to get in your way. Just getting my boyfriend a beer." You motioned behind him to the outside with your chin, still holding the bottle moving to hold it buy the neck just encase.

"That's a shame, you shouldn't have to do that. A girl like you should n'er have to wait on a man." He slurred, putting his arm up along the wall to block the hall further. "Allow me to show you how to treat a woman right?"

"Sorry, but no thank you. And even if I wasn't in a committed and loving relationship, this would never happen. Not even in your dreams so if you'll excuse me, I need to pass." You tried pushing pass his arm against the wall of the hallway, when he hooked it along your waist. Pressing your back to the wall, "Hey get the fuck off me!" You yelled, the bouncer a nice man named Gus started to walk towards the pair of you. A old friend of Wayne's, knew you were Eddie's girl and like hell you were ever gonna be hurt under his watchful eye. Before the man could speak again or Gus could reach you, you were ripped from his grasp. Hearing a grueling punch hit the side of the man's face, pushed into Garrett's arms pulling you backwards. Eddie's fluffy hair cascaded down the back of his vest, he winced shaking his knuckles. Gus pulled the man from the floor his nose bleeding with various marks from Eddie's heavy rings, no doubt breaking his nose in the process.

"Get fucked man, don't touch a lady without permission or they're will be way worse consequences than I can give you. Asshat." Eddie spit at the guy,

"I got it, Edward. I'll escort this piece of shit out." Gus nodded towards you, and you have him a shy smile. Watching as he hurled the man half his age and at least twice his size out of the front door of the bar. Eddie turned to you once he saw the offender out the door, taking your face in his hands.

"Hey you okay, baby?" Eddie asked you with tenderness, eyes searching your form for any signs of harm. Garrett let go after seeing Gus enter the bar, letting you go to Eddie's side.

"No I'm fine. You came before anything happened." You told him, placing a hand over his caressing your cheek. He smiled wearily, as your eyes fell to his hand. "Eds your hand!"

"Hey nah, I'm good. I've played with worse, right guys?" He motioned to the band, they all shook their heads.

"No." Jeff said as dead-pan as possible, Nelson shook his head in agreement.

"Losers, okay I'm alright. Scouts honor." He raised his hand, while the other went to his chest directly over to cross his heart. Kissing his right cheek leaving a red lipstick mark, in your wake.

"Hey boys, you should get ready the bars getting full and it's pretty quiet in here." The Manager of the bar came over to the lot of us, the boys all clapped Eddie on the back going to their rightful spots on stage.

"Are you gonna be okay?" Eddie asked face full of apprehension, you traced the worry lines on his forehead. Stopping on his lips, pulling at one side for him to smile. He chuckled in awe then kissed each tip of your fingers.

"Hmm, my dashing knight. Don't worry, I'll say within eyesight. Wouldn't want you to lose your good luck charm." He rolled his eyes, hugging you to his chest.

"Hey Loverboy! Hurry up, the people await." Garrett yelled, you and Eddie flipped him the bird. He stole a kiss at your temple, releasing you to skip over to his band on the small stage. You found a seat close to Gus by the entrance on the bar. Listening to the boys gear up, by connecting to their amps. It lightly screeched when Eddie came up front and center to his mic.

"Good evening everyone, we're Corroded Coffin. I'd first like to wish a Happy 45th Birthday to the big boy over in the booths. Thank you for letting us celebrate with you tonight. We're a heavy metal cover band as well we'll try not to burst you ear drums with a couple of our original songs." He got a short laugh from the crowd, "Now that I've sufficiently stalled, we're gonna start our night with a favorite DIO song of ours." And with that Garrett counted them off, Eddie started the guitar intro to Holy Diver.

Halfway through the set, Eddie taking some water from a bottle at Garrett's feet threw off his vest to expose the shredded back of his black shirt. Exposing his powerful chiseled back and shoulders glistening with sweat. He pushed his wet bangs off his forehead, picking up his Sweetheart again off the stand. Nodding at your dropping form, winking at you. You decided it was time to show him your final surprise of the evening, legs crossed over eachother. You yawned stretching your arms, ensuring no one else was looking in your direction. Uncrossing your legs wide, allowing Eddie to see you were in fact not wearing any underwear. He choked on his harsh gulp of water, eye blown wide. You crossed your legs back over, adjusting your skirt again to ensure no mishaps. Jeff clapped Eddie on the back, handing him more water to which Eddie pushed away. Quickly starting and finishing the second and last part of the set. Before you could even realize, Eddie ended the night running over to you.

You look up from your seat at the bar, coming face to face with the leading man. Eddie puts his hands on the bar, trapping you between them. Nudging his nose against yours teasing into a kiss, you laced your hands in his long damp hair to roughly pull him into you, digging your hands into his scalp for him to concide. As he explored your mouth, tasting like stale beer and salty sweat that coated his body.

“Mmm, did you like my performance babe?” he said through passionate kisses, you pulled his head away.

“I like all of your performances Mr. Munson,” tugging his neck down so you could whisper in his ear, “Especially the more private ones.” he groaned, rutting his waist in between your legs. Brushing his sex on your thigh as his hands moved under his shirt to your bare back, you shivered at the metal of his rings on your heated skin. Even sweating his hands were freezing against the growing heat of your body.

“Look at you, already so needy for me. I should bring you to practices too.” he cooed in your ear, tracing his lips over the expansion of your exposed neck.

“Let's see if I even let you out again when we get home.” you said greedy, taking money from your bra and putting it behind you on the counter not caring about the change. “Are you ready to get out of here?” you ask, starting to stand, he looks around at the guys packing up.

“Next time I’m going to make Garret drive the rest of them home, think you can wait till then?” Your hands lower into his back pockets squeezing tightly at the rounded flesh, you bite your lip. Looking up at him, through thick lashes adding a pouty bottom lip. He rolled his eyes, so to add to your plead you pressed your breasts into in his chest making him groan, “Fine, come with me.” He removes your hands, guiding you threw the countless drunk bikers hanging around the bar. A line already started for both bathrooms, it would be to obvious to sneak into the small line of the women's or the back of house office. He looked around before opening a cleaning closet and ushering you both inside. The only light came from the cracks of the doorframe, you turned your front to Eddie. His lips found you even in the darkness, desperate for contact. Addicted to the way his ring clad hands roamed your body, while his lips stayed hungry on yours you broke contact gasping for breath holding yourself up by his shoulders. His lips moved down to your collarbone sucking and nipping at the flesh, not long enough to leave harsh marks like he loved.

“Eds.” you moaned as his hands started to bunch up your tight skirt over your hips, he put his lips to your ear.

“You have no idea how bad I want you, right now.” he breathed, pushing your back to the wall, hooking one of your legs over his hip.

“Really?” you said teasingly, feeling his length press against your bare heated core. “How bad, baby?” you begged, moving your hands to unbuckle his black ripped jeans. Sliding a hand underneath his waistband with the belt tugged partly free. He gasped at the contact your smooth hand had against his hardening length. You stroked him between the zipper of his pants, over his boxers. A wet spot forming at your handy work.

“So bad, so fucking bad.” he says through gasps, holding you up while he kissed down your chest. Letting go to unzip his pants, licking your palm and breaching under the waistband. You could feel the crimped hair at the base of his cock, growing with the friction your palm was giving him.

“Then hurry up and fuck me Munson,” you said into his scalp, pulling his hair.

“Fuck I love it when your demanding, I don’t have a rubber.” he confessed, through quiet moans. You shook your head moving your skirt up fully, not caring.

“Think of it as an early Christmas present.” you told him freeing him from the tightness of his underwear. His length fully erect and heavy in your hand, twitching at your offer.

“Shit it is the best time of the year,” he laughed, kissing you with more teeth, adjusting the two of you so your weight was shifted completely onto his hip.

"Your such a dork, we gotta be quick or people will suspect." You breathed into his neck, lining him up with your soaking entrance, he slammed his hips into you without warning. Expliciting moans from both of you, your nails dug into the muscles of his back over his shirt as he pushed into you.

"Fuck your so tight, such a dirty girl letting me use you in a utility closet." You arched at the wanted pain and intrusion, groaning as he didn’t wait for you to adjust, relentlessly grinding his hips into yours. "Yeah take everything I give you baby, such a slutty thing to do. Not wearing any panties, two can play at that game babe. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me. All sweaty, raspy after playing. Fuck-" He started to get comfortable continuing hitting that spongy spot inside you, you tightened around him. Gripping harder on his back, digging your nails into exposed parts of his shirt.

"Yes you love it when I talk to you like the slut you are huh? Rough me up baby, I love feeling you scratch at me." Earning a low groan from you made his hips stuttered, gripping your thigh and hip with strength that would no doubt give you bruises. You move a hand down kneading your clit to his rough pace, building a fast knot that’s quickly undone.

"Eds-Eds I'm cum, cumming." You squeaked, he bites down on your shoulder to silence himself as your walls clench while you cum around him. Riding out your high with a few more hard thrusts as he shoots his hot sticky cum inside you. Pulling out slowly and taking his handkerchief from his back pocket to collect the mess you two left behind.

"Open." He commanded, you stuck your tongue out as he shoved the messy cloth into your mouth. Moaning into the salty taste of both of you on your tongue. "Shit your so hot, I've had a semi since we were outside."

Tucking it back into his back pocket you catch his lips while he brings your leg down, holding onto your waist waiting for the numbness to subside. Kisses much sweeter, humming with pleasure. Both of you glistened with sweat, and dazed from what just happened. You’d never had sex so publicly with people directly outside the door, the thrill was still running its course through your veins when he broke away and ended the perfect silence.

“We should get going, I can’t wait to get you home and really have my way with you.” He let go of your waist, tucking himself back into his pants, buckling his belt and pushed the door open. You smack his shoulder hard getting his attention,

“There wasn’t a lock?!” you muttered, quietly in his arm with outrage.

“Would you have been naughty if I told you there wasn’t?” he whispered, licking his lips and adjusting your clothes in the dim of the hall of The Hideout. “You should wear my shirts more often, you look like a groupie. A huge turn on, babe.” You pout your lips and push his face with a Cheshire grin adorning it away walking towards your friends.

Writer: Miss

Personal Blog: @ebaylee422

Requests: Open

#eddie stranger things #reader insert #no minors allowed #stranger things smut #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #closet sex #eddie munson smut

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augment-techs · 2 years

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101 Kinks: #49 + Bulk/Kim

intoxication🥤🍾

"....take Bulkie here into the closet and have your way with him."

Maybe Marleau thought this was a petty, rude, horrible little joke. As did most of the other people who were participating in getting sloshed on wine coolers and liquor from out of the cabinet of the house this end of the year party was being held in (Zack mentioned who the individual was who had decided to put together this whole thing, but the memory had been lost on Kim after about the third drink she'd had after beer pong) as they sat around in a circle for Truth or Dare: High School Edition.

They certainly weren't expecting Kim to light up a little, silencing Bulk's go-to defense of not getting with someone who didn't want him and Skull's raised hackles that only activated once in a blue moon when Bulk actually needed defending; words dying on Bulk's lips about Kim having a boyfriend and how he wasn't that big of an asshole as the bouncy gymnast looked over at her boyfriend with her hands together in a begging display. An actual begging display, without words, just her big eyes communicating something to Tommy that none of them were getting beyond his looking over at Bulk himself, eyes going from his face to his lap with something like familiarity (that Bulk wasn't even going to think about; he'd never had occasion to be seen naked as both he and Skull had been skipping gym class, and therefor the showers, for years).

When Tommy just nodded with a grin and a thumb's up, and took Kim's cup to let her drag the big guy into the closet with all the enthusiasm of a sheep dog, everyone went totally silent and Bulk was too shocked to make even a token effort to slow things down. When the door shut, the onlookers had varying expressions of vague horror, curiosity, and a building awareness that they'd missed something as Tommy prompted the individual next to Marleau, that cute girl Violet that Zack still had an affection for regardless of him screwing up continually on asking her out again, to spin the bottle herself as, "They'll be a while." He did not miss how out of all the partygoers in the circle, Skull was the one looking at him not with disdain or suspicion, but a kind of clarity that can only come from being the designated driver who'd had one orange wine cooler and was now sticking to nibbling on what passed as snacks provided to them (there had been chips, and there had been candy, and there had ben little crackers with cheese and pepperoni; but Skull had missed the boat on that and had to make due with the little celery sticks filled with cheese and peanut butter) and sipping on pitch black instant coffee he'd dug out of the host's cupboards. And Tommy was really finding it difficult to separate this teenager with the older possibility of another dimension he'd been with for purposes of teaching him "patience" and "care for others and their wishes" and "asking for what the other person wanted, as well as himself"; because apart from his own liquor having left him pleasantly warm, he was also very up for putting that wisdom to practice. Not helped by the sounds Kim had started making from the closet. Actually heightened by the fact Tommy's hearing could easily pick up where Kim's legs were positioned, kicking the door a little as Bulk must have been holding onto it's top frame to give him something steady, keep him standing with one hand as one was probably holding Kim up by her ass. Kim still had lube on her, almost always, since they'd had their little "lessons" and Tommy was pleased to pick up on her having used it, giving the wet, squishy noises familiar to him that spoke of Kim not being able to "mount the sea monster" as it were, but thigh fucking was just as good in such a small room. Bulk's constantly hissing in pleasure and gasping "Fuck" just brought Tommy's prick to a kind of neediness he hadn't been entirely unfamiliar with since he hit puberty. And he couldn't stop staring at Skull with intent if he tried. As luck would have it, when Violet flicked the bottle, it spun for an inordinately long time before landing on Tommy, still sipping his drink and seeming far too pleased for someone who had a girlfriend that was practically screaming, "Yes, yes, yes yes, yes--fuck, yes, right there!!" as he contemplated the Truth or the Dare, even while fully aware who he was going to pick. "Hey, Skull," he grinned with as much sunshine and airy pleasantness as he could, quietly pressing down his libido and fully marking for memory the way the punk was blushing and flickering his eyes from Tommy to the nearest exit, "Truth or Dare?"

#ask fill #prompt fill #sexy times #boom! comics power rangers #mmpr #ggpr #Mighty Morphin Comics #go go power rangers comic #farkas bulk bulkmeier #kimberly hart #tommy oliver #eugene skull skullovitch #marleau eskin #violet arias #closet sex #partying #truth or dare

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raincitygirl76 · 3 months

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Omar Rudberg is a very attractive young man. So I find it hilarious (though somewhat sobering) that nobody at Hillerska seems to notice Simon is gorgeous. All because he’s a lowly non-resident (and a socialist to boot, who refuses to act grateful to be allowed around his social betters), they pretend Simon’s looks are nothing out of the common way. It shows the pressure of class solidarity.

Makes me wonder, though, how many Hillerska boarders secretly have crushes on Simon. Because, you know, they have eyes, even if they don’t dare admit it to their friends because it would be social suicide. Are there girls in Simon’s classes who wistfully sigh over how aesthetically appealing he is? Or fellow choristers who covertly watch him sing when they’re supposed to be watching the music teacher and/or reading their scores?

I wonder how many girls quietly cried themselves to sleep right after the video came out. And told their curious roommates they were crying because apparently the Crown Prince is unattainable. But really they were crying because apparently Simon Eriksson is gay. And therefore definitely off the market, if those girls ever got up the guts to cross class lines and acknowledge how crush worthy he is.

P.S.

Incidentally, I don’t think Simon intentionally went back in the closet when he moved to Hillerska. It’s just we know from 1.01 that hardly anyone has spoken to him since the start of the school year. It’s kind of tough to come out to people who are pretending you don’t exist and won’t talk to you.

And then Wilhelm arrived, and was obviously interested but extremely closeted himself. So Simon had a large incentive not to arouse the suspicions of their Hillerska school mates by coming out himself. I don’t think Simon was hiding in S1 so much as just not choosing to actively bring it up. I’m pretty damn sure if someone had asked him flat out, he would’ve said he’s gay. But nobody did ask, so he and Wilhelm could continue to fly under the radar as close platonic friends.

We can also infer from Saran’s comment in 1.03 “Why are you sneaking around?” That at Marieberg, Simon was out and proud. But he wasn’t a pariah at Marieberg. People actually talked to him there. And he wasn’t deeply in love with a closeted guy at Marieberg.

It could also be another reason (as if Simon needed another) that Simon feels so betrayed by Wilhelm denying the video in 1.06. Simon has already compromised his principles for Wilhelm even before the video, by making allowances for Wilhelm’s closeted status and sneaking around secretively. And Wilhelm repaid Simon having previously compromised his principles by abandoning him altogether.

It’s one thing to let people assume you’re platonic friends and not actively correct them. It’s a whole other ballgame for Wilhelm to actively lie to the press and the entire world. Assertively affirming his (nonexistent) heterosexuality and his single status.

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gideonnah · 3 months

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harrow: who is "AL"?

God: *changes subject* are you and Ianthe using protection?

this still is one of the funniest moments in the book. for how long has John been thinking that Harrow and ianthe have been sleeping together?

#tbh its an easy mistake to make #like isnt the arm making scene canonically the closet thing we have to a sex scene in these books?#harrow the ninth #harrowhark nonagesimus #the locked tomb series

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weidli · 3 months

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sorry i am just eternally helplessly amused by this. Yoink him.

#Manhandle your partner into closets! for fun and profit!#i think they should have gotten caught in there. and have only one excuse come to mind i.e. oh we were uh. Having hate sex. in the closet.#because we don't like or know each other at all. Yeah 👍#tatort stuttgart #no id #scherbenhaufen my beloved

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chalkrevelations · 6 months

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I have this bulletproof trope, y'see. It's Beauty Breaks The Beast. It's even better when Beauty is actually a morally gray little fucker. This is why I fell head over heels for Beecher and Keller, back in the day. This is why VegasPete will forever have my heart. It's also why I attached SO quickly to BostonNick - because I could see the potential for this SO clearly.

Nick looked unflinchingly at the monster in the closet and opened his arms to it. He saw every bit of Boston, and he loved him not in spite of all of it, but because of all of it. He saw value in Boston that no one else had ever bothered to see, something other than Boston's body and the ways it could be used. And as with Vegas, that unflinching, unconditional acceptance - something that Boston has probably never had in a life of trying to fulfill his father's unreasonable expectations and being valued solely for sexual pleasure - is what cracked his defenses.

Because let me tell you, I had a real bad moment at the beginning of Nick's goodbye speech in this week's ep, listening to Mark and watching Neo's face. I sat there with the kind of growing dread I haven't felt since I watched Vegas Theerapanyakul tip a bowl of noodles onto a safehouse bedroom floor, sick at my certainty that Vegas was going to get Pete down on the floor and push his face into that mess again and ruin all the delicate work that had been done. I was certain Boston was going to say something cutting and mean and awful in an attempt to push Nick away. And then the way Neo's FACE and EYES changed when Nick talked about Boston's photography, and then again when Nick said he loved Boston, just the way he is, and I could breathe again. Because like I've said before, if you don't think acceptance, finally, is enough to tear someone open, well.

If Mark and Neo don't have their pick of roles after this, I'm going to riot.

#istg y'all #i couldn't even focus on the sandray sex scene in the wake of this #i was like #oh ok there's some naked people doing some things on the screen but WHAT JUST HAPPENED IN THAT BATHROOM IS IT ACTUALLY WHAT I THINK HAPPENE #while i tried to scrape myself off the ceiling #nick (of)#boston (of)#mark pakin #neo trai #bostonnick #only friends #only friends the series #only friends ep 9 #vegaspete #beauty breaks the beast #the monster in the closet

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brainfilehasstoppedworking · 7 months

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Takaaki– Emo, Grunge, Goth aesthetic

Taichi– Cozy, Cottagecore, very comforting aesthetic

Kiyondo and Kiyotaka: HOW?!

Chihiro: Seriously...

Takaaki: *shrugs*

Taichi: *shrugs*

#When your vibes are different but the sex be hittin'#Idk what the actual quote is LMAO #Just drew Takaaki and Taichi in how I see them fjdne #Taichi wears a lot of cardigans that's for sure #Takaaki has so much Emo shit in his closet firne #He wears the makeup too >:3 #danganronpa #takaaki ishimaru #taichi fujisaki #kiyotaka ishimaru #kiyondo ishida #chihiro fujisaki #ishimaru family #ishimaru fujisaki family #taichi x takaaki #taikaaki #taichaaki

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raeny-thorns · 9 months

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Seven Minutes in Heaven

POV: First person told in the present tense

764 words

M/F!MC (referred to GN)

Minors DNI

Plot:

Simeon and F!MC play Seven Minutes in Heaven

Closet sex//semi public sex//seven minutes in heaven//MC receives oral

A/N: ughhhhh it's been a minute, sorry. Anyway, here's a small thing I thought about while sitting in a closet. Also did not do any editing, I'm too tired today

The closet is dark and cramped, especially with the both of us in it. Simeon's knee pushes between my legs, spreading them for him and pulling my waist to straddle it. His hands grip at my thighs, rubbing my ass and slipping fingers under my pants teasingly.

"Simeon-"

"Shh" he hushes sweetly before kissing my lips chastly. His gloved fingers pull at my underwear's waistband and let it snap against my skin with a gentle sting.

"It's not like they don't know what we're doing in here…" I groan in complaint. He snaps my waistband again, just above my groin and massages the ache. "Fuck."

"But it'll be our little secret what exactly we do~" he teases and nibbles my earlobe, I rub my heat on his leg hoping he'll get the hint and just fuck me already. He kisses my neck and grinds his hard on against my leg. "Do you want to experience 7 minutes of heaven?"

"Mmphh simeon-"

"Shhshh"

My eyes squeeze shut as he pushes his body against me, pinning me to the closet wall. It's too small in here. We can hear some giggling from outside the closest from Asmo and Solomon.

"5 minutes left, better hurry~! <3"

His mouth is so warm and inviting, his tongue is sweet and strained against mine. It's so flexible and long. My core aches and I lean into his touch reflexively, grasping for any way to hold him.

"Would you like me to…?" His voice is light so that only I can hear him ask. The tone is velvety with lust so I know what he wants permission for

"Mhm..please…"

His fingers seamlessly pull down my bottoms as he kneels between my thighs. He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder before touching a gloved finger to my wet sex.

"MMPH-" he gags me with his cape quickly.

"Shhshh"

Spreading my labia with his fingers, he runs his tongue down my slit, flexing the tip against my entrance. In replacement of his tongue, he slips a finger in my heat, working it lazily against my core, not enough to satisfy me, but enough to leave me wanting more. He grips my thigh towards him and works his tongue around my clit just out of reach of stimulating the nerves.

"Simeonnn…", I groan lowly.

He licks the flat of his tongue over my clit before flicking it back and forth. I buck into his face, grinding against his tongue. I can feel him smile at me tightening around his gloved finger and his mouth works faster. A second finger gets added to my aching sex, curling them inside of me.

-fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuc–

His head is between my thighs and I'm straining against his movements, bucking into him and strangling my moans with his cape sleeve. I tried to stop breathing to mute the heavy breaths coming from me but it just rips louder grunts from my chest.

"30 second warning, lovebirds~!" Asmo's singsong voice calls from outside the door.

Oh fuck. Times almost up

My movements get shakier as I near my high. Simeon grips my ass to keep me in place.

I've let go of the cape, letting it ungag me and entirely began fucking his face without thought, gripping his hair and pushing his face into my sex.

His movements speed up, groaning, he licks and moans my name into me.

My body tenses and spasms as I finally reach my orgasm, my juices coat his lips, a loud stuttered groan breaks from mine.

We sit together breathing, a sheen of sweat glossing our bodies and we giggle at the whole scenario.

WAIT SHIT THE TIME-

The door swings open and I've barely got my pants on and zipped up. Simeon's face is absolutely fucked. While he got most of me licked off before the time ran out, there was some on his chin. His hair is messy sticking up on some ends. His cape which is barely even on him is damp with saliva and his gloves are coated in my arousal. Solomon eyes us as we exit the closest and chuckles at our dishevelled looks. Asmo is not even trying to be subtle with his gawking and smirking. Simeon strides over to the counter and casually takes a good sip of his water.

"How was seven minutes in heaven~?" Asmo grins.

"Quite swell I'd say. What do you think, Mc?" Simeon smiles softly, passing the question onto me.

I say nothing and just grab his hand to lead him to his room, practically dragging him down the hall.

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