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INTRODUCING THE ALBISUCKERS!!! aka just if you put the riptide characters into Vampire The Masquerade setting -- I have thought a lot about this. BUT ANYWAY!! this is my piece for @foxhoarder13 for the @jrwi-art-exchange !!!!!!! was super fun to work on it, this is my first event so I am excited to do more !! :DD Hope you like it as much as I had fun working on it :33 posting a speed paint of this soon btw!! just gotta edit it eehehe

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⚠️ cw: smut (⚤)

Jay tying you up with those little ribbon thingies he wears around his wrists sometimes.

Or better yet...

You tying Jay to your four poster bed with his own ribbons after forcing him to take off his muzzle and vigilante gear, strip down to only his red jock and thigh holsters, so you can grind against his dripping cock while he whines pitifully through his ball gag. A helpless damsel in distress at your mercy.

"I think Darby Allin is a little lost puppy, nobody there to feed him treats, nobody there to clean up after him, nobody there to hold his leash"

just thinking about how steve loves eating eddie’s pussy.

like most of the time, he doesn’t need to physically get off. just making eddie writhe and squirm and sob beneath him makes him happy.

he loves licking and kissing and slurping him, loves leaving finger-shaped bruises on his inner thighs and hips.

he loves hearing eddie’s whimpers and whines and groans and moans, loves hearing him cry out in absolute pleasure because of him.

he could eat him for hours if eddie would let him. loves when his pussy gets so wet and messy and sloppy with cum and spit and slick. he loves seeing his pussy get puffy and red from overuse.

eddie loves looking down between his thighs and seeing steve get lost in the pleasure of eating him. his eyes closed, mouth delving into the heat between his legs. he loves seeing how it physically affects him — face flushed, pupils blown wide, hard cock trapped in his pants.

yet, he never focuses on his own pleasure. it’s always about eddie and wanting to please him with his mouth, himself being a second thought.

most of the time, he grinds his hips into the mattress as he goes down on eddie, the mere thought and action of pleasing him and slurping him getting him off.

eddie winds his hands into steve’s hair, pushing his face even more into his pussy, — if that’s even possible — grinding his clit on the tip of steve’s nose. it’s always so good.

steve will moan and hum into his cunt, tongue laving up slick and spit and sweat and cum. he loves the taste of eddie, always has. loves making eye contact with eddie above him, loves seeing his face as he watches him eating him up like the last fucking supper.

if he could die between eddie’s legs, he would. he can’t find a better way to die. eddie’s addicting and he can concur that eddie feels the exact same way about him.

eddie loves when steve overstimulates him, makes him cum over and over and over. loves when his muscles are overused, skin sweat-slick, tear tracks on his face, thighs and legs shaking.

while steve just keeps going — eating. almost as if his mouth and face is sewn in between his legs.

after each time eddie cums, steve kisses all around his inner thighs and pubic bone, hands caressing him before making his way back to his priority.

after about the second or third time of steve eating him out for over an hour, eddie finally understood why all the girls of Hawkins were so head over heels for this man — why and how his reputation came to be.

it’s beautiful, really. both of them wanting the other to feel loved and cared for, wanting the other to feel euphoric.

Tags: @astrayeddie @eiddets @ineffableoutpost @stupid4steddie @steddie-steddie @steddiestains @munsonsleftnut

... The poem may be an elegy for childhood losses.

(On Dream Song 29, Thomas Travisano)

FIRST ART POST OF THE NEW YEAR RAHHHHHHHHHHH

AEW Rampage | 02.16.24

Boyfriend Material - Park Jongseong

CHAPTER INDEX

PAIRING: ENHYPEN Park Jongseong x M!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, Angst

WARNING(S): Use of profanities, all members are aged up, they're all freshmen students

OTHER(S): Soc med AU, band au, university au, all members are college students, fake boyfriend trope, has narrations also

SUMMARY: It seems you've totally messed up when you uploaded a picture of your "lover" in your Twitter post and your "lover" happens to be a famous band member

*inspired by Best Mistake (or Marked by the King Bs)

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Character Intros [ callboiz | twt accs 1 | laser | twt accs 2 ]

ch OO1: life is boring

ch OO2: settling a score with the 'boyfriend'

ch OO3: the message

ch OO4: almost late

ch OO5: strawberry milk

ch OO6: lee heeseung

ch OO7: as a friend?

ch OO8: who is it?

ch OO9: looks small

ch O1O: hold tight

ch O11: unknown is jay

ch O12: finding out the fan

ch O13: making it up to you

dont mind me, just thinking about Chip's consistent motif of drowning and the fact hes the only one not protected by niklaus plot armor. haha super funny that chip met niklaus by accidentally managing to get into his realm after falling asleep and waking up drowning in the ocean. absolutely riveting that the cat-scratch induced nightmare that effected chip the most physically was one where he was pulled into the depths of the water by black tentacles and woke up coughing out saltwater. absolutely incredible that chip's final nightmare lead him to arlin who was at the bottom of the sea. how the monsters in his mind were corrupted black sludge that had painted itself in the visages of his friends and how the moment they crossed into the black sea that nightmare became reality. how he has the highest corruption level in the group currently because of an extra point i CANNOT pinpoint the source of and how his character attribute from the start has been the haunted one. how the black sea took from every person who survived and that perhaps something in chip has been gone from the very beginning. how episode 104 began with a song literally called At The Bottom, sung by chip saying that hes "searching for something i just cant find," "falling down in the hole, you know the trap is set, slowly losing control" "dont come looking for me when it's my turn- dont come looking for me at the bottom." thinks about chip getting dragged into the depths. thinks about how niklaus' only desire for chip was for him to not interfere in some way or another. thinks about a trap laid 10 years before that dragged his ship to the bottom of the sea. thinks about the map that only captain rose could read leading chip to the place that nearly destroyed the black rose pirates entirely. thinks about chip, the growing corruption within his body, and the depths. how all that hes been searching for is there at the bottom. how swimming only delays the inevitable, and then you sink. like. thats awesome. thats so cool. surely all of these things are unrelated

“Oops, gotta tell your batsy daddy we were just about to peel his naughty baby bird’s pretty face off. ”

jay sonicsona !! i couldn't decide between rabbit or bird so here's both

"Clearly."

I want to slap Jason ass so hard the recoil of that thing causes global seismic reactions

Don't we all, anon *sighs dreamily*

⚠️ cw: smut (⚤)

Him, stretched out over your knees, that beautiful ass of his turned bright red by your hand. Him, grunting and squirming every time you slap his cheeks; feeling his hard cock humping against your thighs. You fisting a handful of sweaty black curls, wrenching his head back so you can stare into those otherworldly green eyes of his as you warn him to stay still and be a good boy for mommy 🔥

eddie loving sucking dick.

every time steve let’s him suck his dick, eddie’s brain short circuits.

his oral fixation is at its peak; always needing something in his mouth — fingers/fingernails, pens, pencils, marker caps, guitar picks, chewing gum, straws, steve’s dick.

which is why he’s on his knees with hands clasped together in his lap, looking up at steve with a mouth full of cock.

steve is leaning against the wall in his overly grand and glorious living room that sits empty a good portion of the year.

both of steve’s hands are buried in the top of eddie’s hair, gathering most of it on top of his head. he’s practically white-knuckling it, using his hands to guide eddie’s head over his dick.

eddie’s eyes are blown out, pupils swallowing all color around them. his plump lips are stretched thin around steve, slick and shiny with spit and precum. his nose is running profusely, spit dripping down his chin and falling in slow drips onto his neck and chest. his cheeks are flushed red, eyebrows furrowed upwards.

“got the best fucking mouth, Jesus Christ.” steve groans, moving eddie’s head slowly over his dick; loving the feeling of the warm and wet feeling of his mouth.

eddie whines, starting to palm himself through his pants. he loves having things in his mouth, sure — helps him focus and does it mindlessly. but when he’s on the ground being face fucked like a fucking whore by the hottest guy in all of Hawkins, it gets him off quicker than a virgin male having sex for the first time.

eddie tries to move his head faster, wanting to feel steve down his throat; wanting to get his nose crushed into his pubes, feel his balls pressing on his chin and neck. but, steve tugs harshly on eddie’s hair, scolding him for ‘misbehaving’ and eventually pulls him off his dick, making him make eye contact with him. his cock slaps against his closed lips and eddie fucking mewls at the feeling.

“so desperate for it, aren’t you? practically begging for me to fuck your damn throat” steve removes one hand from his hair and grips the base of his cock. he drags the tip of it over his lips and ends up slapping it slightly on his mouth, cheeks, even the tip of his nose.

“mhmm. want it, want it so bad, stevie.” eddie whines, trying to push his head towards the dick mere millimeters from his mouth and away from the strain of steve’s fist in his hair.

steve just snaps. shoves his dick back into eddie’s mouth and pushes, pushes, pushes all the way to the back of his throat, pelvis flush with his mouth and nose.

eddie moans wetly and loudly around steve, fucking his hips up into his palm on his clothed dick. he’s so close to cumming in his pants. he’d normally be embarrassed, insecure of the sheer amount of no self-control around steve, but at this moment in time, he couldn’t care less.

steve starts truly fucking eddie’s mouth and throat — constant wet noises fill the dark, empty room besides the crackling of the fireplace across the room, both of the men’s moans and whines and whimpers and groans sounding blissfully after one another.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum. so fucking good for me, baby. always so good for me — ahh, fuck.” steve’s unhinged. his hips moving fast, his entire bottom half of his torso is covered in spit and sweat and precum and snot and tears. eddie hollows his cheeks even more than he has before, flutters his eyes shut, and does his best to make steve cum before himself.

steve fucks one, two, three more times into his throat and releases the most pornographic moan, his voice cracking at the end, turning into the most sinful whine eddie has ever heard. cum streaks down his throat for what feels like twenty minutes; just coming and coming and coming — like it doesn’t have an end.

just that alone has eddie cumming into his pants like a thirteen year old boy just discovering how to masturbate. his eyes roll back into his head, mouth opening wide, spit escaping out the corners of his mouth, his tongue cradling the underside of steve’s cock.

steve humps his hips into eddie, chasing the feeling of his orgasm; releasing pitiful whines as he does so while eddie comes down from his orgasm.

steve moves both hands to the sides of eddie’s face and strokes his thumbs over his cheeks; wiping away the never ending amount of tear tracks. eddie pulls off of steve teasingly, mouth closing around the head of his dick and giving it a few kitten-licks and kitten-kisses before standing up and crashing both of their lips together.

“god. those old rumors never lie, do they?” steve says after eddie pulls away.

‘go behind the bleachers during lunch, you’ll get the best damn head of your life by eddie “the freak” munson’

eddie just scoffed, rolled his eyes, and slapped steve on the arm. “not my problem i have a severe need to have things in my mouth twenty-four seven.”

steve chuckled. “definitely works out in my favor though.”

Making music has never been so difficult