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Steve’s never noticed a man’s neck before. But he keeps catching glances of Eddie’s and can’t figure out why it’s doing things to him. Specifically his junk.
He assumes it’s because he’s jealous. Or maybe it’s just more prominent because of Eddie’s long hair?
But neither of those reasons explain why he wants to put his teeth in it.
“Rob, do you think I could have a delay in symptoms from those bats?”
“What do you mean? Do you think you finally got rabies? Steve, you were supposed to get that shot!”
“No, no. I did, that’s not it. No, but there are like bats that are vampires right? Could I be a vampire?” He raises his eyebrows in concern.
Robin, however, visibly relaxes and goes back to her book. They’re keeping each other company during another slow shift.
“No, you’re not a vampire.”
“How do you know? I mean, I kinda want to bite Eddie,” he says with such assurance.
“What?” Robin scrunches her face.
“Yeah, it’s bad.” He leans over the counter resting on his elbows. “Yesterday, when he stopped in after dropping the kids off, it took everything inside of me not to tip his head back and sink my teeth into the long muscle on his neck.”
“Ew, that is not… is that why you think you’re a vampire?”
“It’s the only thing that makes sense.”
“And-and not that you might be…? Oh my god,” she lowers her head into her hands. “I can’t believe I’m going to ask this. Do you also want to lick his neck? And I don’t know, maybe kiss it?”
Steve pauses, letting her question tumble around in his mind before responding.
“Yeah, yeah, I wanna do that too. Does that make me a vampire?” His voice raises in fear.
“No, dingus. No, it doesn’t,” she sighs. “I think it does make you the muppet in this situation though.”
Steve tilts his head trying to understand what she’s talking about, when the little bell above the door tinkles, drawing his attention.
Eddie saunters into the store while casually pulling his hair up into a ponytail.
“Hey!”
Steve zeros in on the taut neck muscle begging for Steve’s lips.
“Ohhhhh,” he whips his head back to Robin. “I want to fuck him.”
Part 2
#so he does#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddiecameraroll posts#steve x eddie#steddie ficlet#q#my writing
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“You said you didn’t know how to dance, Sokka!”
#zukka#zuko x sokka#atla#zukka fanart#after the war is over firelord Zuko throws a multicultural ball#after standing on the sidelines for a while watching people dance Sokka comes over to him with a goofy grin#Zuko immediately expressed that he doesn’t know how to dance#Sokka says he doesn’t either but tells him to ignore everyone else#so he does#(this idea popped up and I immediately had to draw it)#I love fics where they dance#it’s just so intimate and cute
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Thinking about how at the end of the day Hoffman gets stuck with Adam’s body and Lawrence gets stuck with Peter’s body
#and listen I know you’ll say oh Lawrence doesn’t have peters body#he does#because he’s outside#and even if he doesn’t get it physically which he probably would#you clean up marks mess#mark doesn’t get to have it#so he does#mark Hoffman#adam stanheight#adam faulkner stanheight#lawrence gordon#hoffstrahm#chainshipping#coffinshipping#peter strahm#saw#saw 2004#saw franchise#anyway gonna kms
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The alpha greets Kinn with Kim at his side, a possessive hand on the back of his neck forcing Kim to keep his head bowed. He gnashes his teeth against the radiating command of submit, submit, submit. He refuses to look at his brother, even when he hears Kinn’s sharp inhale.
Oh, Kim is certain he makes quite a shocking sight. His alpha has been kind enough to allow him pants for this meeting, a pair of filthy days-old sweats that still stink of his heat. The rest of his body is left bare. Every last mark on his body—the bruises sucked and beaten into his flesh, the scratches raked into his skin—is on display. And the crowning jewel—the still-healing bite in Kim’s neck, too high to even think of hiding it, barely scabbed over and flushed an angry red.
“Kim—”
The alpha digs his claws into Kim’s nape and he snarls, jerking in the unforgiving grip. He’s half-feral with fury and doesn’t care at all about the sticky warmth now dripping down his spine.
“Thank you for the gift,” the alpha says smoothly, dragging Kim into his side. He fights it, digging his own claws into his palms. He will not submit. “Not as docile as an omega should be, but it was a pleasure to break him in nonetheless.”
Kinn, forever wearing his heart on his sleeve, stands there struck dumb. Kim wants to yell at him, to demand he do something, say something, anything other than stand there, his silence an admission of his weakness. But Kim, trembling beneath the force of fury and fear and that fucking command, pulsing through their bond, can’t force the words to come.
“I believe we have business to discuss,” Kinn finally manages, a small relief, even if his voice is tight with barely restrained horror and hatred.
“Yes. Let’s find somewhere more comfortable. Come along, darling.”
As if Kim has a choice. He’s led by neck as the alpha turns on his heel and begins walking down the hall. Is it a deliberate choice to pass the room where Kim was forced to spend his heat, the thick, cloying scent of it still wafting out as they pass? It must be. Kim feels the charge in the air, Kinn’s hackles rising.
Kinn wants to kill him. The alpha that has taken what does not belong to him. He wants to protect his pack. Kim wants to tell him it’s too late for that. Years too late. Their father ensured a long time ago that there was nothing left to protect Kim from, no torment he’s been spared. Nothing he hasn’t learned to endure, just as he will continue to endure this.
Kim catches Kinn’s eyes only long enough to shake his head. Slowly, so that his brother will understand.
What’s done is done, he wills his brother to understand. Kim has already sacrificed himself to his brother’s cause. If Kinn ruins it all now in the name of hollow vengeance—it will have all been for nothing. The violation, the mutilation, a bite mark in his flesh that will scar into an unbreakable bond, forever tying him to this thing that is less than a man. Kim needs his sacrifice to be worth it.
This alpha will get what’s coming to him someday. Kim will make sure of it. But when that day comes, it will be his hand that delivers the killing blow. It’s the least of what he’s owed.
#cookie writes#just a lil thaaang#i love fics where Korn uses Kim as a femme fatale#Kinn would never allow it#would never ask for it#but in this fic#Kim knows he can sell himself once last time#to make Kinn's life easier#so he does#unfortunately he's not expecting the alpha he seduces to give him a mating bite#and it's going to fuck him uppp#then everyone tries to force him to bond with Chay to help override his other bond#which just makes Kim even angrier#he doesn't want to bond with anyone after what he's been through#he wants to be left alone for the rest of his life#but chay is sweet and unassuming#takes care of him so well without demanding anything in return#he's really hard for Kim to resist
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lest we forget
(i did a remembrance day image a few years ago but i thought id change the feel of it to be more suitable for the general feel of remembrance day)
#hws canada#aph canada#matthew williams#hetalia#every year matthew gets asked to lay a wreath at a memorial#so he does#but he does get a few weird looks because like#hes standing with “actual” veterans who are very old#and then theres him BJKSF
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kuboyasu purposefully stalling and having saiki wait to walk home from ramen after school so they can walk home at sunset together
#mayhaps he does not plan on confessing his love but then hes like why did i do this if im not gonna do that#so he does#awkwardly#he makes him stop in the middle of a random sidewalk to do it#also kaido and nendo left earlier for a reason#and i cant decide if its because kubo awkwardly was like 'yea yea just go me and saiki will stay behind' 'but-' 'JUST GO'#or if he was plotting this with kaido and HE made nendo leave#saiki k#tdlosk#the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki kusuo#kuboyasu aren#meows post#kubosai
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sorry gogeta but I must edit u into gritz
#please don’t lv3 super me mr gogeta#NO TOUCH OF DEATH PLEASE#dbz#gritz#WOOOOO gritz time (i am losing my mind)#also ik ssj4 gogeta has one tail. But get this. I want gritz to have two tails#SO HE DOES#💪💪💪💪#raditz#goku#fusion#moreeoeowowowowoo#the >:p is so important#secret ingredient
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do we actually know for sure john *deliberately* wiped everyone's memories, or is it just likely? because it is likely, i'll give you that, but i don't remember anything in the books concretely proving it
It was deliberate. From John 5:4:
"And my loved ones . . . the ones I left, I'll bring back. I know I can. Even G—. In fact, G—'ll be easiest—he won't remember the compound—none of them will have to remember anything. I know where remembrance lives in the brain, and he won't have any of it. You know that too, don't you? It's the easiest thing in the world . . . to forget."
She said, "To forget . . . everything?"
"Yes," he said, and more sharply— "Yes. It's the only way."
"Teacher, why?"
"They won't forgive themselves," he said. "They'll spend the rest of their lives asking what-ifs. 'What should we have done? How could we have done it differently? Did you need to do it?' And—I did need to do it, Harrow. There was no other way. Once the bombs were going off, there was no hope for Melbourne anyway—G— was dead meat."
She said—
"You said that G—'s bomb went off first."
He's justifying it to himself as sparing them the grief and the guilt of having to face what happened. In combination with the ending of Harrow the Ninth, I think it's pretty clear he's afraid of their judgement. He can't bear to be asked to face what he's done, so he makes everyone else . . . forget. And then does his best to forget, too.
#the locked tomb#nona the ninth#ntn spoilers#emperor john gaius#the resurrection#I'm saying this with the greatest sympathy as someone who has made some whopping mistakes in my life—he is so fucked up for this#of course I understand! Of course I understand the impulse to make everyone forget your biggest regret!#just wipe the slate clean and give me another chance I'll do it right this time I swear#and John has the power to make that happen#so he does#but he never faced up to having been wrong#burying his mistakes and trying to ignore them or justify them instead of facing up to them means he didn't learn from them#and then he compounds it#this is the moment he loses touch with his humanity#this is the moment when he loses all his human ties#when he takes all his loved ones and makes this choice for them#and I don't hate him for it—I can't not when I understand the impulse so well and not when I see the shell of a person it's left him#I think I pity him for it#that he put himself in this position and then make the choices he did#it's so incredibly sad
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Naptime. 🎶
(Infant pose by @acha-sims )
#the ward legacy#the ward legacy: spoilers#simblr#sims screenshots#ts4 story#ts4 alpha#ts4#alphasims#alphacc#Lobo has to little ones to care for#so he does#so when they sleep#he sleeps close by#as the good dog he is
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Sirius black loves to wear silk nighties, send tweet.
#sirius black#wolfstar#like he just would#theyre soft and make him happy#and remus thinks they make him slippery and hard to move but damn if his boyfriend doesn't look sexy as fuck#makes him want to pound him into the mattress#so he does
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“Mesmer(ize)” Mozart/Colloredo.
No smut but very intimate.
It starts the same as any other evening.
Wolfgang plays for Colloredo on the modest little piano the archbishop keeps in his bedchamber. Somehow it doesn’t really stick out despite how out of place it is amongst the opulence around them - but Colloredo doesn’t keep this one for its looks.
The sound is lovely - pure and with a slightly different candor to the piano that Wolfgang composes at during the day.
The archbishop is half reclined on the bed in his purple and gold robe, hands clasped behind his head, eyes heavy on Wolfgang in spite of the fact that they are half-lidded.
Sometimes he finds this task beyond difficult - the music that makes for excellent symphonies is entirely unsuitable for this task, but today it is easy enough, the melody flowing softly through the room. It’s one from the string quartet that he’s almost finished - the cello line just needs a little work to make it fit.
And so the time flows quickly enough, though Wolfgang can feel Colloredo’s presence behind him the entire time - his attention never seeming to falter. It is hardly a surprise after he finishes the last notes, taking a moment to breathe before standing and turning to face his patron, that the archbishop’s gaze is fixed on him, the beginnings of a smile at the corners of his mouth.
“Will that be all, Your Highness?” The Wolfgang of only a few months ago would sneer at the way he addresses Colloredo, at the way he bows his head, but fighting with the archbishop is ultimately a futile endeavor, especially when it comes to gestures that are largely meaningless, make like this in the presence of Colloredo alone.
But Colloredo doesn’t dismiss him, calling Wolfgang closer with a small gesture of his fingers instead. Part of him rankles at being summoned like a servant. A small voice mutters inside his head that he is one of the archbishop’s servants.
He stops by the edge of the bed. Colloredo is beautiful, almost angelic in the golden light. In addition to the purple robe he’s wearing dark trousers, though with the robe open his chest - pale and strong - is visible. And his eyes - Wolfgang has been around the archbishop enough to know that it is just a trick of the light, but they appear golden, but not like gold. Like honey - and enticing.
Colloredo merely gestures again and Wolfgang takes a few steps closer, confusion starting to build. The next gesture is easy enough to interpret, but Wolfgang puzzles over it for half a moment before obeying after the archbishop taps his thigh.
He moves more slowly than perhaps he should, as he toes off his shoes before climbing up, settling into Colloredo’s lap. The archbishop’s hands fall to his hips, gently resting there in a way that almost feels grounding.
“You are tense. Stressed.” Colloredo speaks softly. Even if there were others present, none but them would be able to hear.
Wolfgang for his part finds an odd-looking spot on the bedspread. “Yes, Your Highness.” There is no point in denying it. Though he wonders what gave him away. As skilled an observer as the archbishop is, Wolfgang thought he hid his turmoil a little better.
Colloredo seems to read the unasked question on his face. “You played the same tune last night.” Wolfgang winces at that. Had the cello line really been on his mind for so long?
“It is from a string quartet I’ve been working on. The cello line has been vexing me.” Wolfgang doesn’t realize until after he’s done speaking that he forgot to address Colloredo correctly, but as he opens his mouth once more the archbishop presses a finger to Wolfgang’s lips.
His eyes jerk up to meet Colloredo’s. The archbishop sits back, interlacing his fingers, as if contemplating something for a moment.
“Give me your hands.”
Wolfgang does, and Colloredo examines each finger in turn, his grip surprisingly gentle, tender almost.
The archbishop releases Wolfgang’s hands in time, but places them on Wolfgang’s lap, one hand reaching out to tilt Wolfgang’s chin up a little more.
“Keep them there.” Wolfgang nods, murmuring that he will.
“And close your eyes.” He does hesitate but lets them flutter closed.
There is nothing for a long moment. Wolfgang can feel the archbishop’s legs beneath him, their warmth. He can feel the soft and silky material with his feet, and the material of his own trousers beneath his hands.
The touch is achingly gentle, just a single finger that traces Wolfgang’s cheek at first before proceeding down the curve of his jawline to trace his throat, moving slowly and making gentle spirals as it continued. Wolfgang was almost sad when it traced over onto the fine material of his shirt, moving gently and slowly down one arm, then upwards once more. As it reached the top of his arm it began to slowly descend his chest, passing over his ribs and tracing the last one before finally stopping on his belly, just below where his ribs ended.
The archbishop simply held his hand there against Wolfgang’s belly, never really pressing, just there. Grounding, in a way. It felt a bit strange, but Wolfgang quite liked the warmth that he could feel even through the material of his shirt.
Colloredo did eventually move his hand once more, trailing it down to rest at Wolfgang’s hip, opposite where his other hand still rested. The archbishop’s hands made small little soothing circles, dipping under Wolfgang’s shirt. And still, his eyes remained closed, even as Colloredo’s grip shifted, pulling Wolfgang a little closer, then going to the buttons of Wolfgang’s shirt, slowly, inexorably making their way up his chest even as they undid the buttons, one after the other.
Wolfgang’s own chest was as bare as Colloredo’s soon enough, but even still the archbishop’s hands continued upward, tracing up Wolfgang’s neck, over his cheeks, and into his hair, drawing a purr from Wolfgang’s throat as the carded through his hair, over his scalp.
And then the hands began to descend once more, drawing graceful spirals over his throat, down and back up both arms, and finally down his chest, until they rested at his hips once more, pulling Wolfgang closer still.
He let his eyes blink open, taking in Colloredo’s handsome face. Ever so slowly Wolfgang leaned forward, until he was resting against Colloredo’s chest, the archbishop’s hands shifting to better cradle Wolfgang even as he closed his eyes, his mind zeroing in on the steady beat of the archbishop’s heart.
It was steady and even, slowly but surely banishing the last of the tension from his body. And Wolfgang was tired. So very tired. Colloredo’s heart beat on, steady and clear, until Wolfgang was just on the edge of sleep.
Part of him thought he must have imagined it, such was the half-dreaming state of his mind, but Colloredo had pulled Wolfgang off his chest if only for a moment, and Wolfgang knew he hadn’t imagined those lips, warm and enticingly gentle, on his own.
He felt a second kiss, to his brow this time, as the archbishop returned Wolfgang to his resting place on Colloredo’s chest. Sleep claimed him only moments later.
#mozart/colloredo#loosely based on#mesmer's technique very loosely#like Colloredo read a little about it#and then decided that he knew better and made some edits#apparently when mesmer was doing it with one person he would sit across from them and not touch them#just like waving his arms over their body#or at least so says the internet#Colloredo thinks that part is baloney#and he will touch his precious composer#so he does#and I mean said composer isn't complaining#my fic
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i find it very cute but also poignant that two of gepard's favorite hobbies - gardening and drawing - are things he's not very good at, but he still does anyway. while he strives for improvement with training, he mostly does either of these things just because he enjoys doing them. it doesn't have to be perfect. he just appreciates little moments of joy he allows himself to have because he doesn't let himself often
#( ( headcanon#are his drawings great?#i mean#i think so#but objectively probably not#and he can't grow anything for long#but he likes doing it#so he does#and no one can take that away from him
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WAIT GUYS AARON DIARY
#like#ok#aaron writes a whole thing about rick#yk like#🏳️🌈#and then somehow rick spends a night at aaron’s house#and finds his diary#and hes like ‘mmm im not gonna snoop but im gonna snoop’#so he does#and finds the entry about him#and is like#‘HOOO BOY. anyways’#this is cliche but#giggle
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People are like ‘oh he’s so chivalrous’ when eddie stands back and bows to let some girls pass in the cafeteria, while I, having lived a similar school experience as someone like Eddie, am like: no bitch, he’s mocking them.
#in my head considering the speech he just gave there is no other way to interpret that#these girls that just passed by look like the expect to be treated like princesses#so he does#in a way that absolutely is meant to make them feel stupid for it#eddie munson#stranger things 4
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Lowkey three sheets to the wind rn but like… anyone else just reall emotional about Otto? Canon Otto’s story is so fucking tragic and intense and like, I’m thinking about it and straight up feeling a lot about it rn
#cerbin rambles#it’s midnight and I should be asleep but here I am#thinking about tragedy#like how intensely sad Otto’s story is#how sweet and hopeful and kind and good he was going into his project#wanting a clean renewable energy source for the city#and then maybe for more#and being driven by fate to lose himself to the ai he created#and the ai just buried him#buried the soft sweet hopeful kind man under a pile of single-minded drive#simply to accomplish the project for its end and not for its original greater purpose#and how at the end he manages to regain himself only to realize that sacrificing himself to right his mistakes is the only thing he can do#so he does#and breaks all our hearts lmao#but seriously I’m having feelings rn#I know all of this has been said before but like hhhhhhh heart hurts for him
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IS ANYONE ELSE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS OR
#hazbin hotel#huskerdust#hazbin husker#hazbin angel dust#hazbin angeldust#angeldust#husker#hazbin husk#look man im all for overlord husk but EXCUSE ME????????#WHERE DID THIS COME FROM#I LITERALLY YELLED W H A T AT MY COMPUTER SCREEN WHEN HE SAID THIS#I KNEW HUSK WAS STRONGER THAN HE LET ON BUT AN OVERLORD???????#GURL??????????#DAMN SON#THIS new piece of information caught me so offguard that i was still reeling from it even after the emotional bomb that was loser baby#anyways huskerdust truthers how are we feeling#HOW DOES VICTORY FEEL#NO LONGER CRACKSHIP BROTHERS#WE'RE REAL#AND IM FEELING SO GOOD ABOUT IT#anwyways im doing very emotionally good how are you guys#im...gonna put a hiatus my own personal webcomic to cry over this for the next 6 months#girls help#keith david...........im so sorry i ever doubted you he ATE THAT UPPPP#hazbin hotel spoilers#pear post#scheeze art
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