The front-page headline of the Trost Times Valentine's Day issue hit her fans like a punch. After years avoiding the subject of her love life, hiding from paparazzi, dodging nosy journalists, the famous Paradis Devils lead singer finally announced that she was in love. With a girl.
The band was formed in high school by Eren Jaeger & his friends Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer & Marco Bodt. After a few disappointing concerts in seedy bars around Shiganshina, the group decided to find a female singer to boost their audience.
Historia Reiss was not only the Maria High School goddess, but she sang like an angel. The boys convinced her to be their new singer & their muse. Her looks, her voice, her charisma quickly drew a crazy amount of new admirers, worshippers driven insane by the slightest appearances of their revered 'Queen'.
From this moment on, the Paradis Devils soon became one of the most popular bands on the island, following No Name close in the charts. They played sold-out dates all around the country & beyond the walls.
Inevitably, paparazzi started to hunt them down. Their fans became more & more passionate about their private lives, discussing theories on social media. Their chemistry on stage was so obvious that most fans thought Eren & 'the Queen' were a couple, which none of them confirmed or denied, rather playing with the ambiguity of their relationship every time they were seen in public.
When Marco quit the band, he was replaced by the Titans' former drummer Ymir.
Saying that Historia & Ymir's first interactions didn't go well is an understatement. Too used to being worshipped, 'the Queen' obviously couldn't stand the other girl's stand-offish, quizzical demeanour.
In spite of all her sugar-coated words & outgoing behaviour, Historia couldn't wipe the infuriating smirk off Ymir's face. Not to mention the way she looked at her, a look that bore into her very soul, as if she knew about the dark truth behind the happy mask.
Ymir's aloof personality, her cynical take on life, her whole behaviour was an intriguing, appealing mystery to the young singer. Not being able to wrap the freckled girl around her little finger pissed Historia off more than she would admit, thus increasing her interest in the musician.
The band was now more famous than ever. Being on tour most of the time, living close together, away from family or loved ones, tensions rose between them all. Fame was taking a toll on the band. As the Paradis Devils' figurehead, Historia was deeply affected by the pressure of stardom & isolated herself more & more everyday, locked in her hotel room or wandering the streets at night, slowly sliding into sadness.
One night, after an exhausting concert abroad, loneliness hit Historia hard. As the others loudly enjoyed an afterparty with a few friends by the pool, she was sitting alone on a remote bench, hoping the starry sky, the chirping of crickets or the rose garden scent would help her forget the void she felt inside.
She startled to the tinkling noise next to her. Against all odds, Ymir had left the party with a bottle of champagne & two crystal glasses to join her. As the night & the conversation between the girls went on, Historia was amazed by how deeply Ymir understood her inner turmoils & how kind she could be. For the first time in her life, Historia forgot her loneliness & felt alive, finally.
In the dead of night, here in the quiet, secluded garden, they shared their first kiss under the stars.
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Thinking about dad bod price with his soft tummy, who's feeling insecure cuz he doesn't think he's good enough for you, so you gotta make sure he knows just how wild me makes you for him
Also hiiii. I've been busy lately and just lurking. hope you had a good holidays and new years.
Thinking about sneaking your hand down Priceās pants, and cupping his fat cunt, before sinking two fingers into his wet heat, seeing the way his soft round fingers latch onto your wrist to keep you from moving away from him
Thinking about Price being hesitant to ride you and not because heās scared that heās too heavy but because heās feeling embarrassed over the way his thighs shake as he works himself up and down your length, the way he huffs and pants only seconds into it, the way his stomach pecs and arms are jiggling with every move he makes but you love the view he makes, love when he gets too tired and letās you flip him over before fucking him into the mattress
Thinking about having Price lay on his side while you fuck him or his thighs, feeling him clam down on your dick and grabbing at the pudge of his hips, watching the way his ass jiggles with every thrust you make and leaving pretty pink marks all over his skin
i need to be cornered and told iām a pathetic little crybaby who needs to be fucked until iām nice and quiet and dumb
likeā¦exams are too much. jason should shut my brain off and fuck me against a wall pls and thanks
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Jason was concerned. You've been staring at the same page of notes for 25 minutes. There was no possible way you were retaining the information. Your eyes appear shiny with unshed tears as you've been at it for hours. You refused to take a break because you were too stressed and he was worried about you, but he knew how important this was to you. He tried to help where he could, but this is where he draws the line. He will not ignore you and let you keep torturing yourself like this. He will not ignore your tears, but he knows you won't enjoy any break you take because you'll be stressed about not studying the entire time.
So he'll make sure you can't think.
"Okay. We're taking a break."
He watches your eyebrows predictably draw up together, puzzled. "What?"
"Mandatory break." You try to object, but the moment you open your mouth, he interrupts you. "Nuh uh. We're gonna let that pretty brain of yours have a break, ok?"
He smirks as you freeze, blood rushing to your cheeks.
"We don't have to do what you're thinking, but you are going to take a break regardless."
He finally looks into your eyes. Your pupils are blown wide and your eyes still contain the unshed tears from a moment ago's studying. You don't respond.
"D'you want me to turn your brain off pretty baby?" He chuckles when you nod enthusiastically, not a moment's hesitation. He pushes his weight up from the far side of the couch where he was sat and approaches you. His rough fingers gently hold onto your jaw in stark contrast to the words coming out of his mouth.
"Does my pathetic little crybaby need to be fucked until she's nice and quiet and dumb?" The pads of his thumbs trace your jawline and you're sure he can feel the heat under your skin. He laughs when you nod. "I think she does."
He removes his hand from your chin and uses both hands to move your legs together. He drags them up and sideways onto the couch, twisting you so your back rests against the arm. His hands move your thighs apart so that a moment later he can situate himself in between them. He uses his weight to his advantage in order to pin you to the sofa. One arm is used for support to hold some of his weight; the other worms its way into your hair. It tugs at the strands until your tilt your head up, exposing your neck, much to Jason's pleasure.
He adopts a rhythm. He grinds against you, works a hickey into your neck, and then teases you. It's intoxicating. "Gonna have to flip you over at some point, baby. Maybe I'll keep you worked up until you can't hold yourself up. Would you like that? Being all needy for me? Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll do all the work for you. Your pretty little brain won't have to do a thing. Probably for the best because the only thing you'll be able to think of is my name and how good you feel with me inside you. I'll take care of you. See if we can bring those tears back, yeah?"
God, you loved his mouth. That stupid fucking mouth.
can you write a scenario where - rafe cums on readers open mouth, tongue out, he pauses and takes of his gold ring and places right on top. He takes of a photo of reader, he loves owning her.
aww i appreciate you but i have zero talent for writing
iāll tag some sluts that i love, who deliver fire āŗļø
ps: donāt hate me, I forgot some amazing writers but yāall can blame drew š„² too cock drunk from the latest content.. love yāall š«¶ feel free to comment !
ą¼ā§āĖ. ā synopsis: just a cluster of fluffy and smutty headcanons for none other than the love of my life, cowboy reiner!
ą¼ā§āĖ. ā contains: (2k words ofā¦) cowboy!reiner x fem!reader, (black coded), fluff, nsfw/smut, modern au, southern setting, established relationship (married), fantasies of having a child, breeding kink (ācause this is reiner weāre talking about duh!), mentions of pregnancy, bondage kink, oral (m!receiving/blowjob), cowgirl position, doggy-style, creampie, reiner calls himself ādaddyā, use of the petnames (mama, sugar, darling, honey, cowgirl), reiner calls you āwomanā once, lowercase intended, minors shoo!
ą¼ā§āĖ. ā miraās note: oh absolutely, nonnie! here are some thoughts I have on cowboy rei-rei š (check masterlist for other reiner fics!)
this man is always covered head-to-toe in classic cowboy attireā embroidered cowboy boots, blue denim jeans with a lasso hanging from his belt loop, and a trusty old cowboy hat. heās got the whole getup, and he looks even sexier in it every time you see him! though, his best look by far is the shirtless one. itās the highlight of your day when whenever it gets too warm outside, because heās soon to peel off his top. from across the farm, he can feel your eyes burning into his lightly-tanned skin as he does the most mundane chores. his muscles tense and flex with every move, pecs gleaming with sweat. he shoots you a smirk, folding his arms across his bare chest. āyālike what ya see, honey?ā you pray the weatherās even hotter tomorrow.
it warms his heart whenever you come around to watch him do his daily chores around the farm. your presence motivates him to work harder, so he can continue to provide for you and sustain your comfortable lifestyle. you try not to be too much of a distraction, but you canāt help wanting to be closer to your husband; so you tug at his leather belt and pull him in for a kiss. that gets him giddy like nothing else. āya know how much i love it when yādo thatā¦ gimme another,ā he puckers his lips, and you giggle. āi donāt wanna keep you sidetracked for too long, rei. you were busy before i got here,ā you caress his stubbled cheek and he pouts in response, leaning forward to receive another pillowy kiss. ājusā one more, mama.ā
cowboy reiner loves to cook and bake! he often goes on farmerās market dates with you, walking hand in hand as you help him pick out the freshest ingredients and spices. you chat and laugh amongst one another, dropping carrots and apples into the hand-woven basket that reiner made for you. after arriving back home, he allows you to relax in yours and his shared bedroom while he whips together a hearty southern meal for the two of you. he shouts from across the house, adorned in nothing but a short pair of checkered boxers and a flimsy apron, āsupperās ready, darlinā! come on down ān eat!ā
heās great with animals! reiner cradles an adorable month-old horse in his strong arms, feeding milk to the baby with a soft smile. itās just about the sweetest thing you could ever see! all the little foals follow him around the ranch because they love papa reiner just as much as you do <3 heās built something of a connection between himself and his beloved herd, which is why heās able to bring the horses over to their stables with no hassle whatsoever. this man could practically be a veterinarian with all the animal knowledge he has!
heās a locally known rodeo champion! reiner wins the prize for longest bull-riding every single year. he should allow someone else a fighting chance, at least š but heās just effortlessly good at anything he puts his mind to! he skillfully rides the beast with such ease, leaving the crowd in awe. courtesy of his natural-born strength, he hardly ever gets tossed off. reinerās got medals galore hanging on his wall from every competition.
as a southern man, heās very family-oriented. his loved ones are of the utmost importance to him, and heāll always put family first before anything else. he utterly adores you, and canāt wait to start a tiny lil family of his own with you <3 when I tell you this man cannot wait to be a papa, I mean it! thereās no denying that reiner would be an amazing father, considering that heās so caring and attentive. he knows the best tickle spots to target, and the silliest faces to make to get a child cracking up (both of which he discovered through spending lots of time with gabi when she was small.) he constantly daydreams about dressing up his little one in tiny boots and overalls and carrying them up on his shoulders. (yes, Iām pushing the daddy rei-rei agenda on this fine weekend!)
cowboy reiner has manners like none otherā the epitome of a true gentleman! heās a great listener, is always so patient, opens doors for you, pays for your things without hesitation, gives frequent massages, carries you when you begin to feel tired; the list goes on! heās just so kind and selfless, and never fails to show it. cowboy rei-rei is truly the perfect husband. āyour feet hurt? well cāmere, sugar. iāll carry you. it aināt too much for me, yāknow i can handle ya! jusā hold onto me. i gotcha, okay?ā
cowboy reiner is a grown man who can wholly appreciate your body and every striking detail about it. he scrutinizes the small dotted beauty marks scattered across your skin, your cutely patterned stretch marks, the curves and crevices of your soft tummy and thighs, and he fucking loves it all. makes it a habit to kiss up and down your body, just to give you a well-needed confidence boost. this man right here surely knows how to make a woman feel special! ālisten tāmeā youāre so fuckinā gorgeous, yāknow that?ā
(nsfw) ā reiner loves when you treat him to a surprise blowie during work. heās up to the usual, arranging things around the barn and tending to the animals. you then make your entrance, wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him from behind. your plump lips curve into a sensual smile as you ask him, ācan I steal you for a moment, baby? it wonāt be for too long, I swear it.ā in an instant, he's allowing you to pull him away from his duties, unknowing of where youāre taking him, but also uncaring because heād allow you to do whatever you please. he follows you with the goofiest smile plastered on his charming face, because he knows that heās about to receive the most knee-buckling blowjob of his entire goddamn life. you bring him into the hayloft, pushing him against the red-painted wall until heās flat against it. you drop to your knees and bring his jeans down with you. āfuck, darlināā¦ kiss the tip āfa me.ā he moans lowly. you do as he wishes, suckling on his cockhead with the most beautiful, glistening eyes. youāre so eager to please, and it makes him throb on your tongue. with a hand at the back of your head, he guides you further onto him until youāve swallowed the entirety of his fat dick. reiner ruts his hips, fucking into your wet mouth. you always know just how to make him feel so good, so loved. he adores you like nothing else. āoh, thatās it, honey, right thereā¦ atta girl.ā
(nsfw) ā the bondage kink on this man is insane, I tell you! cowboy reiner loves to keep your hands tied behind your back and watch you squirm against the rope. ārei,ā in a breathless whine, his name falls from your plush lips. you wiggle your ass in the air for him, anticipating his next move. he takes you from the back, raw-dogging your pussy with a merciless pace. you truly wonder where he gets all this unparalleled energy to drill you into the bed, especially considering all the hard work he puts into maintaining the farm every day. one large hand of his stays planted on your waist, hastily grabbing, while the other holds onto your tied hands for leverage. he delivers harsh, deep-reaching thrusts, with his firm hips sharply smacking against you from behind. your wrists struggle against the rope, and he can tell just how desperate you are to touch him. his gaze is fixated on your soft body; every jiggle of your ass and ripple of your thighs is more hypnotizing than the last. you mewl for him, stuttering out something along the lines of ātātoo much!ā ā¦ reiner leans down until his chest grazes the arch of your back, so that he can say, āquit alla-that whininā, woman.ā he clicks his teeth, flooding your ears with that sexy southern drawl of his. āyācan take it all, youāve done it before.ā
(nsfw) ā we all know it, the entire goddamn fandom knows it: cowboy reiner has a massive fucking breeding kink! he wants nothing more than to get you pregnant by stuffing your pliant womb with his thick loads of cum. giving you a creampie makes him go completely wild; he watches his seed drip down your slit with hitched breath. a sight such as that is enough to get him hard all over again. the lust takes over, and heās thinking with his dick for the next three rounds. plowing into you and rubbing at your puffed clit with calloused fingertips, reiner asks, āwant me to come inside you? hm?ā he gently holds onto your chin, directing your gaze to him. you dazedly look at your husband, pulsing around his thick cock. seeing how fucked-out you are makes his chest swell with the utmost pride. his greatest achievement is being able to please you. ātell me how bad yāfuckinā want it, baby.ā he rasps. your pleading moans urge him to release for you. his warm, pearly arousal seeps into you for the nth time that night. all he wants is to fill you up until youāre walking funny, with your leg shaking from all the stimulation. or, at least until that little stick comes out positive one day. having you grow plump with his child is his ultimate fantasy. āyouād look so stunninā as a mama, carryinā my babyā¦ donātācha think so, sugar?ā
(nsfw) ā reiner likes to let you wear his cowboy hat while you ride him. mounting onto your husband with your legs on either side of his hips, you straddle him. your dainty hands are planted on his broad chest for balance. he pulls off his iconic hat, hair cutely tousled from wearing it all day, before sitting up to place it on your head. āsince youāll be the one ridinā tonight. giddyup, cowgirl.ā he teases with a slick grin. you tip the hat with a breathy laugh before sinking down on his fat dick, maintaining sharp eye contact with him as your throbbing cunt takes him in little by little, until your clitās grounded and snug against the dark-blonde tufts of his happy trail. his warm palms rub along your body as you swivel your hips, slamming down on all nine girthy inches that he has to offer. he watches your tits bounce, one manicured hand of yours squeezing at your left boob while the other holds onto his hat that rests upon the crown of your head. you rock back and forth with fervor, and he swears he can feel every spongy ridge of your contracting pussy. he throws his head back onto the pillows and gazes at you with the prettiest set of honey-golden eyes, hooded and lust-blown. gravelly moans fall past his agape lips as he spurs you on, giving your ass a thorough smack, ābounce on it, jusā like thatā yeah, fuck daddyās cock.ā
EVERMORE by taylor swift (feat. bon iver) ā āand i was catching my breath, floors of a cabin creaking under my step. and i couldnāt be sure, i had a feeling so peculiar, this pain wouldnāt be forevermore.ā
my #swiftiegiftexchange2024 for @lovesickallovermybed!!!! š«¶š½š«¶š½
IDK if you do requests or not, but your art is super cute and I'd love to see more Cynthias from you, such as her exploring some old but cozy island ruins, or her stumbling upon a secluded beach and taking a relaxing walk, or even another doodle dump. (sorry Cynthia's just so cool and you draw her so well!!)
AW THANK YOUā¦.. ofc who am i to turn down an opportunity to draw more cynthia
How would the Dimitrescu sisters react to the reader kissing one of their flies? I just imagine them with a surprise-Pikachu face.
-Touch-Starved Anon
Hell yeah, this is adorable XD This was such a cute thought, I had to get started on it immediatelyšš«¶ letās get into it!
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Bela
The first time it happens, itās after sex, when she rests on your chests and gently plays with your fingertips
She doesnāt even notice the few flies that stray from her shoulder, really
She feels utterly relaxed around you, and with you
To feel your arms around her and bask in the scent both of you have left in the room is heaven to her
Unlike her, you do notice the curious little insect moving from her shoulder
It climbs past her and over her hair, until it settles on your fingertip
Its steps are light and almost ticklish, and you nearly giggle at it
Bela just hums as she hears your attempt of staying quiet, her eyes closed in utter relaxation
Youāre sure, the exhausted woman could fall asleep any moment
And still, the curious little fly looks at you, almost curiously
Its wings beat lightly like the rest of the flies still settled to ensure Bela stays in her (appearance wise, at least-) human form
The many wings nearly create a purring sound, even, and this time you canāt help but smile brightly
She purrs loud, and only blushes a little when you point it out
And again, the curious little insect keeps walking, up your fingertip and to your knuckle
You canāt help the chuckle that passes your lips at the little flyās next action:
A single bump of its head against your knuckles, then the back of your hand
Almost- affectionate
Still, judged by Belaās calm breathing, her closed eyes and her fingertips entangled with yours, you doubt sheās all that aware of the actions and movements of her insect
You arenāt even sure if she can focus on only one of her flies
It seems, though, the little insect is rather fond of you, even if it is perhaps just a part of Belaās mind
It makes you grin brightly
In a way, this means Bela loves you so much, even her swarm knows it perfectly well- even when she is not controlling it actively
It grips it tightly when you raise your hand a little, having had it entangled in Belaās golden locks previously
As expected, the blonde whines at the loss of contact. And as expected, she is quickly shushed when a kiss is pressed to the top of her head instead
You must admit though, the small fly on top of you is cute
Itās larger than a normal fly, certainly, but still, it can be considered as quite cute
You examine it a little closer, noticing the small, red tail it has and the dark redness at its belly
The sight nearly makes you coo
For a moment, the thought of kissing the top of the fly comes to your mind
Perhaps surprisingly, you give in
Belaās eyes snap open when your lips press feathery light against her fly, the insects within her beating their wings even harder and cresting an even louder purring noise
She bites her lip, hard, to keep from squeaking in surprise
Never has she felt what you just did
Somehow, it felt intense. More so than normal
You only grin when you look down and see Belaās face has adapted a sweet, deep red colour. The poor thing is so flustered and confused, she canāt even meet your eye
Though, quietly, she asks you to do it again
Cassandra
The very first time you kiss one of her flies, you arenāt even aware that she notices. Arenāt even sure she would be aware of it
As it turns out, she is. Entirely aware
A single fly of hers is separated from her swarm, a part of her arm
It doesnāt even seem like she notices the insect, or at least doesnāt at all pay any mind to it
You, however, do
You watch it fly lazily through the room, landing at times to clean itself and feed off the blood sticking to the floor at spots
Usually, it doesnāt seem to stray far from Cassandra
The brunette is cleaning and sharpening her sickle, a concentrated look on her face and a sadistic grin forming already
You know, sheās thinking of using her favorite weapon again already, until it needs cleaning and sharpening again
And while it is such a dark and twisted thought, the implication of it itself already, you canāt help but smile
Merely because she is ridiculously adorable when she grins like that
Suddenly, the little insect strays from her, though, and you find it has landed on you
Having a book in your hand, you didnāt even notice it until it crawled up to your knuckle, then to your fingertip
You eye your girlfriend for a moment, her back turned to you. When you clear your throat and call her name, Cassandra turns to you
A wide grin that normally promises chaos spreads on your lips. Then, you raise your hand and sweetly press your lips to the little flyās back
Cassandra gasps, her expression a hilarious-looking mix of shock, disgust, adoration, and most of all: confusion
Her expression matches the surprised pikatchu face the most
āWhat are you doing!ā
Itās been quite a little time since the incident has passed, and Cassandra, as well as you, has mostly forgotten all about it already
That is, until you lie in bed with her on top of you
Her head is tucked closely to your neck from when she fell asleep to drinking from you and inhaling the apparently āsweet scentā of your blood, as she likes to put it
With one hand tangled in her beautiful, dark hair, and another resting on her bare back, you notice a few flies break off occasionally
While normally some only break off her arm or backside, they all return to her within seconds
Youāre just about to doze off, lulled by her silent purrs and comforting weight on top of you, when you suddenly feel something move about against your hand again
A single, little fly
And judging by the small, black dot in her neck, it strayed from there
Tiredly, you think nothing of it when it sets on your hand and you raise it to your lips
The reaction you get, however, is by far more rewarding than her confused and flustered-angry reaction the last time
Her purring immediately picks up in volume and frequency, but that is not all
A single sigh escaping her lips comes before you suddenly feel her head bump against you
Then, you feel her slide down a little, and cover your mouth as to not wake her with your giggles when she begins to rub her cheek against your shoulder
Over and over again, purring wildly
You continue to scratch her scalp, and curiously press another kiss to the little insect
And again, she headbutts you, then rubs her cheek against you like a cat might do with catnip
You frown in confusion as you eye the little fly
Perhaps itās because itās from her neck this time?
A light kiss pressed to Cassandraās neck confirms this, when she sighs almost dreamily even in her sleep
You grin triumphantly, and pull her close and flush against you
Now, itās time for both of you to sleep
Daniela
Sheās reading peacefully in the library, her hand gripping her book, the other at the top of your head
You lie in her lap, and all seems perfect
The temperature in the room is high, and the sun hits both of you just perfectly
Danielaās voice is smooth and soothing, and you feel almost lulled to sleep already
Then, though, she suddenly jerks up and sits up in a tense, straight position
She seems to cringe for a moment, and you tilt your head to the side in confusion when you sit up as well
Then, with a little frown on her face, she tells you: one of her flies that strayed from her just flew into a spiderweb
You practically see the discomfort on her face, and gently cup her cheeks. Thankfully, this brings a watery smile to her lips
You promise, youāll help her take care of it, and so she leads you up to the kitchens, until she comes to a sudden halt and points forwards
And sure enough, you spot a single of her flies, stuck in the sticky webbing and tugging with all its might
You nearly coo at the sight, yet surprise this. You wonder whether Daniela can view through an individual fly, and whether this is why she is so unnerved
With a protective arm around her hips, you grab the fire poker from the fireplace and gently begin to tear away at the thin webbing
Youāre careful to not do as much as graze the little insect, until the webbing is torn away and the little thing manages to break free
It shakes off the webbing tangled around it, and you giggle when it quickly returns to Danielaās side
Then, however, a gasp is pulled from you when something strange and unexpected happens:
Many little flies stray from her
From her back and arms, her shoulders, her neck, even her cheek!
And they all fly towards you, buzzing happily and satisfied
Daniela giggles at the curious and happy insects, her arms thrown around you and a small kiss pressed to your cheek
āMy savior!ā, she sighs dreamily, and you grin in satisfaction. Sheās so adorable
You notice her flies rest on your shoulders and the folds of your shirt, their little limbs used to cling close to you
When one sits the side of Danielaās head, right in front of you, you canāt help but move forwards
Your lips press against the adorable insect in a featherlight touch, and you giggle at the surprised gasp you pull from her
When she pulls back, her cheeks are flushed pink and she stares at you in disbelief
āW-Wha?ā, she asks confused, her beautiful, golden eyes blinking in surprise
The sight looks so adorable, you canāt help but love forwards and peck her lips playfully
Again, she squeaks in surprise at the suddenness of it. Her arms tighten around you a little, and her fingertips press against you
itās your petty anon again and i am bathing in twitter BoBs tears as they realize tommy is going to be at the hospital to comfort his boyfriend. š„°š„°š„°
hello again my fellow petty bitch
i too am loving their little meltdown. they're all screaming "breakup! he's there to break up with buck! they're gonna breakup!!" as if trying to convince themselves. like, it's most likely bobby in the hospital, do they really think tim is gonna have tommy break up with buck while his dad's in the hospital, when they might not even know his status yet? wait, what am i saying, they think tommy is the devil, he would 100% do that in their minds.
they accuse us of making everything about bucktommy, meanwhile they make every bts and promo we get about how they're gonna break up, even when neither of them are there. like saying the scene with hen and maddie and chim in the promo is them talking to buck. do they forget that hen and karen have their own plotline next week, that it makes sense for maddie and chim to help with? no because every aspect about this show is about their ship
anyway, we get adorable bucktommy content next week in the award ceremony, and tommy is gonna comfort buck in the finale, and they're gonna spend the hiatus making love with their curls free
i neeeeeeeeed to make stevie baby beg. beg for what? anything and everything i am not picky - āļø
god youāre so right and you know what? i think steve would love it. he loves it when you beg too, ofc, but thereās just something about when he canāt help it, heās all worked up and you just keep riling him up and and the words arenāt even a conscious choice justā āplease, pl-please baby, i needā i need-ā while youāre teasing him, whether itās letting your hot wet mouth tease up and down his thighs, purposefully avoiding his leaking cock or maybe itās sitting atop him, thighs on his thighs, your hands pressing his wrists into the sheets and just letting your hot slick heat drench his cock- while he ruts up, able to move but not enough, feeling the head of his cock catch your entrance every time so heās gasping, face all screwed up, just begging- āahā fuck, please, please please, let me- ngh, god, fuck please, i need itāā
Best Part of the press con is lando being cheeky af and roasting lewis so much (but in a loving way) lewis was laughing a lot!! Like i think they get on really well!! And Max in the middle being completely ignored basically ahaha
āthe beautiful teamwork of lewis and fernandoā did make me chuckle (and more importantly made lewis chuckle, anything that makes my guy laugh >>>>) but, as always, lando ruins it immediately after with the teammate comment
pretty sure Iāll forget some, so donāt hate me please, thereās just too much fire shit out, rafe writers really put in work š„² I canāt name certain ones, cause I love ALL their work š¤
Scott and Chris always scare each otherā¦ what about Chris accidentally scares his little toddler reader who just got up from a nap?
Maybe only Scott can calm her down after thisš„ŗ ???
Scare games gone wrong
Paring: Brother Chris & Scott x toddler! Reader
Summary; in the height of the lockdowns for the pandemic we all remember the scare games. Letās just see one of those times it goes wrong.
Of course the whole point of war for the other not to know when it was going to happen but add their baby sister into the mix one afternoon.
All hell breaks loose.
Scott had put y/n down for a nap and was just chilling in the kitchen. Chris no where to be seen. He knew that probably meant a scare was being schemed, but Chris wouldnāt do that whilst she was napping right? He thought.
Time went by, he was just catching up on work, reading new scripts and replying to emails whilst listening out for if y/n woke up.
Most of the time sheād just climb out of bed because she had toddler bed with a rail just for her comfort and the brothers piece of mind.
Chris went to go scare Scott running round the corner into the kitchen, he soon found out he didnāt run into to him or dodger it was a sleepy y/n with her messy bed head, dummy hanging off her sleep suit and blankie tailing behind.
āRawr!!! Scott I got you!!!ā Chris screamed.
Tears lines her eyes, conflicted at why chrissy just did that, loud cries engulfed the entire room, echoing into the living room where Scott was currently going through emails on the couch.
āChris what the hell is going on!ā He asks as he walks into the kitchen, y/n running to him away from Chris. āCome here bubbas, youāre okay, itās okay.ā He tries to console a sleepy little y/n whoās basically having a meltdown.
Chris was sheepishly stood by the fridge, trying to make y/n a bottle as a little āIām sorryā
It took a while for Scott to calm her down, before she would even let Chris anywhere near her or even let him try and get a word in without crying again.
āBubs, come here sweet girl Iāve got something for youā He says as he shakes the bottle up for it to be ready to present to his little love.
āMhmh Crissyā she mumbles from behind her dummie snuggling more into Scott before fully giving Chris another chance.
āIām sorry sunshine, Chrissy is sorry babyā he sits in her room on the nursing seat that his sister insisted upon for her room at his house.
He rocks her as he tells her how much he loves her and how sorry he is, looking down at a sleepy milk drunk bubba lull herself back into her sleepy slumber he interrupted.
He knows next time, scare games can go wrong.
And letās just say Scott wasnāt happy with him for the rest of the dayā¦
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iām the one that sent the original box and polaroid fic!!
i want to double down on the post about robyn and steve finding the polaroid box, ride that train so to speak.
after they leave, and eddie is thoroughly redder and brighter than your thighs when you leave his house some nights, you arrive to the trailer and he reluctantly has to tell you. itās only fair, and he canāt deal with keeping secrets from you if they donāt land him in delicious trouble (not this)
again, iām pointing out how perverted the two of you are together which nobody knows. so when you smile at him, he starts to wonder if thereās anything that wonāt make you want to jump his bones. him tying his hair up to work on a car, him leaning over the counter and his boxers peek up a bit, him literally making coffee.
but you ask him what it would be like if someone watched. i donāt think eddie would rationally EVER do this in real life because of the reaction he had when steve and robyn found the box. he would slit somebodyās throat if they saw you in the vulnerable state you bless him with. but he listens and listens as you tell him what it would be like to ride his dick while someone was sitting there. unable to touch either you or eddie. just in pain as they see you and your man fall apart from pure bliss again and again over and over. (inspired by an exās fantasy lol)
he leaves your thighs red again, burning and glistening that night. robyn catches him the next day at the store with a six pack in one hand and a brand new empty box decorated in the other as he buys them. she turns redder than your thighs if thatās even possible
- š«¶ anon
YES. A MILLION TIMES YES. I REALLY RAN WITH THIS ONE
also this is definitely not proof read
18+ ā MINORS DNI
word count: 1k
for context: part one | part two
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For a moment, Eddie is surprised youāre not upset about Robin and Steve finding the box. He had worried that you would be too paranoid about more people finding your dirty little secret and make him throw out the stash entirely, but to his surprise (yet again), you werenāt upset at all. In fact, you were the exact opposite of upset. Eddie didnāt understand at first, but he quickly remembered how you and he ended up together in the first place, and that settled his confusion.
Itās been two months since you and Eddie hooked up, and since then, Eddie has fucked you enough times to notice when youāve got that glint in your eyes, that means you have something brewing in that pretty little head of yours. He asked you just to come out and say it, but Eddie hadnāt expected you to tell him that you wouldnāt mind having Steve or Robin or both of them watch you and Eddie have sex.
āWhat do you mean?ā
You shrug, feigning innocence as you fidget with the hem of your skirt. āI think itād be hot, just letting them watch, you know?āĀ
Eddie blinks at you, a hint of disbelief flashing behind his eyes before he shakes his head. āNo. Absolutely not; Iām not giving Harrington, of all people, front-row tickets to watch me screw your brains out.āĀ
Eddie was very solid in his decision then. He even emphasized his distaste for sharing you with a handful of hefty slaps to your ass and thighs topped off with hours of edging. Trying to explain to Robin why you hissed each time you took a seat was difficult. Still, she eventually understood when she remembered seeing a glimpse of a Polaroid in Eddieās boxā- the backs of your thighs red with visible hand marks across them, Eddie's hand splayed wide across your ass cheek, and a glistening white substance dripping over the red skin of your thighs. Youād never seen Robinās face so red in your life.
Truthfully, Eddie doesnāt have a backbone when it comes to you, so it was only a matter of time before he gave in and granted you your filthy wish. He invited Robin and Steve over under the guise of a friendly hang out, blowing through a blunt before asking them if they wanted to watch him fuck you. You were initially shocked since Eddie hadnāt told you of his devious plan, but you certainly didnāt object. Robin, bless her sweet heart, had quickly made an excuse to run some errands and made a run for it, leaving behind a very willing and eager Steve to watch the show.
Youāre not entirely sure what changed between then and now, but you donāt have it in you to ask, too overwhelmed with the sensation of Eddie fucking you within an inch of your life and the heated gaze of Steve from across the room.
āYouāre putting on such a good show for Harrington, sweetheart,ā Eddie hums from behind you, smirking when you mewl into his sheets, thighs shaking in pleasure. āMy little movie star,ā Eddieās palm cracks down on your sore ass, a gasp ripping through your body as you spew out a line of Thank youās.
āYou wanna go ahead and tell Harrington how badly you wanted this, hm?ā Eddie snickers when you shake your head no into his sheets, reaching forward to loop his fingers around your neck and pull you up against him. You moan as Eddieās cock sinks deeper into your cunt, and Eddie groans at the feeling of you squeezing around him.
Steve can hardly believe any of this is real, shifting in the seat across the room as he palms his aching cock beneath his jeans, searching for any relief he can get.
Eddieās lips brush against your ear as he speaks, āI want you to tell him. Tell him how badly you begged me to let him watch you turn into a slut for me.ā Your hand falls onto Eddieās thatās gripping your hip, pulling you up and down onto his cock. āI-Iā¦ please.ā Words seem to fail you due to how deep Eddie is. Steve watches in awe as your eyes roll back and flutter shut. Eddie breathlessly chuckles, locking eyes with Steve over your shoulder as he continues to fuck you.Ā
āMake yourself useful, Harrington; grab the camera.ā Eddie nods towards the Polaroid lying on his dresser and snickers when Steve practically scrambles to grab it.
Steve steps forward to stand in front of the bed, wide, intrigued eyes stuck on the movie unfolding before him. Eddie gives you a short thrust, and you let out a broken moan as he speaks, āGo on, start snapping shots.ā
Steve quickly complies, heavily swallowing as he raises the camera to his face and snaps a shaky photo of you and Eddie.
Eddie pushes two fingers past your lips and sinks them into the warm cavern of your mouth, humming when you clench around him as your jaw drops. Steve quickly takes a close-up shot of Eddie's ringed fingers against your tongue.
āGet her pussy, Harrington.ā Steve sinks to his knees, marveling at the sight of you taking every inch of Eddie. Wet sticky arousal dripped onto the bed and smeared across your and Eddieās thighs. Eddieās hand slips past your hip and spreads your sticky lips apart, putting your swollen clit on display for Steve.
Steve prepares to take the picture and groans, āHoly fuck,ā Snap.
At the sound of the camera snapping, you topple over the edge of your climax, crying out Eddieās name as you tremble within his grasp. Steve watches from the ground, lips parted in awe as he tries to submit every second to memory.
Snap.
Eddie doesnāt take long to follow you, pushing you forward to fall onto the bed in exhaustion, moaning as he slips out of you before flipping you over. He nudges your thighs open, smirking when you moan as he runs a shaky hand through his damp curls and wraps the other around his aching cock. Steve watches as Eddie jerks himself off to the end, aiming his release at your heaving chest.
Eddie is panting with hooded eyes as he glances toward Steve, still stuck in a trance at the foot of the bed. Eddie reaches out and gestures for Steve to pass him the Polaroid. Steve hands the camera to Eddie and watches him snap a photo of your cum covered tits, snatching the picture once it prints.
Eddie tosses the picture towards Steve and grins with a wink, āA gift for your services, Harrington. You know where the door is.ā
When Steve settles into the driverās seat of his car, he looks down at the newly developed photo in his hands and takes a deep breath.