“I'm So Over Whites And Pinks ”H.S.- Grapejuice

no bc that drabble about soft sex with eddie has done something to me augie-

i had a (basically prophetic) vision of riding eddie and like holding his hands like that way where ur fingers are linked and ur like FULLY holding his hands and ur fingers are in between each of his and its just so cute and you both can't stop smiling and lszidufhlifuisjks

(i think the brain rot has finally gotten to me, babe)

-jorj👻

18+ mdni NO BECAUSE i told myself i wouldn't write other things until i finished this 20k fluff BUT

somehow bauhaus's third uncle had moans and grunts and skins slapping now. it had eddie's delirious groans, your high-pitched whimpers and the applaud of your flesh as you bounce on your lover's lap with all the vigor you've mustered.

"that's it, baby," eddie's head throws back against the couch, his hair sticking to his bare chest, an ophidian curl covering the demon right above his heart. he watches his cock disappear in and out of your gummy cunt, his hairy thighs sticky with your mixed arousals. "keep bouncing that pretty body,"

you do. with your hands on his shoulders, fingers loosely tangled in his disheveled mullet, your own hair moved to one side over your left collarbone that just makes the right side of your face so ethereal with the glisten of your sweat; eyes scrunched in ecstasy as your plump lips exude moans that eddie finds himself getting harder if possible.

"fuckin' ozzy, eds," ozzy, his own term for god in his own blissful moments that you'd picked up from him. your boyfriend smiles in his heavy gaze, lips lazy and yearning. "feels s-so good."

your head throws back, presents him his own purple-yellow art work created by love bites and starved sucklings. and he finds himself leaning up to press ever-so chaste kisses onto your neck, riding his lips up to your collarbone until he finds your wet lips.

he kisses you. feverish, hot, amorous. in that frenzied moment, he kisses you like you're in a field up a hill beneath the morphing clouds. with blooming flowers tickling your ankles and the ruffles of your dress grazing his knees exposed from his ripped jeans; like you're not both naked, covered in slick and producing wet squelches from your wild sexes. no, he kisses you, righteous in his own want.

"you look beautiful, honey," he murmurs against your soft skin, finds comfort in it. "like...a slayer. slayer of dragons and all men. you've slayed my heart actually. kept it all to yourself riiight after."

"how–c-can you talk so—...so casually while i'm fucking you?" you laugh incredulously, eyes shut with your eyebrows joint into concentration and forced energy.

"its a talent, i guess," he kisses your temple. "i can be blissed and talk about how beautiful you are at the same time, you little devil."

"thought i was a slayer?"

"you can be a lot of things. a lot of things but you're still you, huh. you, the one that i love," he tucks your hair behind your ear, sees the small dollar-store pearl earring that he bought you and swoons.

you sigh against him. "such a sap, babe,"

he kisses you again.

eddie's hands roam from your waist up to your tatted arms, inked drawings he put on you himself that he traces with his thumb until his fingers slither up to find yours and lace them together.

he pries your lips apart in a soft click, a string of saliva coming with because despite the doting moment, you still are cock drunk. you lazily grin at him, flashing him your pearls that makes him turn liquid and melts back into the backseat of his couch, taking your hand into his and placing them on his chest.

even in moments that don't burn in corybantic lust, he finds himself falling deeper for you. with the sun shining through the trailer blinds and gives you an incandescent glow, his thumbs trace your knuckles, eyes drooping when you clench around his cock and he moans. you smile tiredly, bringing your joint hands up to your lips and kiss its back, before you rest them back to his chest.

he feels you clench a couple more times before you cum onto him and he spills his hot seed into you, moans joined when he kisses you again just because, your hands laced like a delicate silk ribbon, sitting between your bodies to remedy your aching limbs.

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Sebastian Stan in ‘Captain America: Civil War’, (2016). Dir. by Anthony and Joe Russo.

SEBASTIAN STAN (✿◠‿◠)

thinking about how much steve would love pleasuring you. he would barely care about getting himself off when instead he could be making you feel good. it didn’t matter how he did it as long as he got to. his fingers working against your clit, rubbing the cluster of nerves as you threw your head back in pleasure. thick fingers pushing into your entrance, a small gasp leaving him as he felt your walls tighten around him. he’d beg you to let him taste your pussy. wanting nothing more than to burry himself between your thighs and taste you. he liked the warmth you gave off as he worked his tongue against you. your sweet and sticky slick covering his face in a way he would never get used to. he’d be moaning into you when you dripped on his tongue, so thankful you let him do this. he’d kill to watch your face as he pushed into you, the air evading your lungs as you moaned for him. the best part of the experience was feeling your body tense against or around him. he’d love to pull orgasms from you, pink lips parting as he watched your body give into him. he’d love to help you, praising you softly as your orgasm approached. “come on, baby.” hed whisper to you gently. “ah ah don’t fight it, let yourself feel good.” he’d keep his pace steady, doing whatever he knew you needed to finally let go. “there she is, there’s my girl.” he’d softly laugh when you finally did. “felt good didn’t it, honey? i know, i know.” you’d cover your face, embarrassment creeping up on you. steve knew this part was coming, quickly kissing your neck and telling you “this is good for me, would make you cum for hours if you let me, beautiful.” he loved making you feel good, so much so that it made him feel good to do it.

Thread of Gold.

pairing: Patrick Verona x Reader

word count: 1,483

warnings: none.

summary: Patrick and Reader share a moment of direct intimacy in the form of a shower; ‘a thread of gold connected your hearts, drawing both of you closer than any other ever dared to go’.

request: [from anonymous] “can you do a patrick verona x reader where they shower together but its like sweet not smut?”

notes: Hello! Thank you so so much for requesting this! I apologize for how long it took me to complete it, but I hope I did it justice enough that you don’t mind having waited this long haha. This is a more lengthy version of one of my dribbles ‘Invisible String’. If you haven’t read that, I highly suggest that you do! I had so much fun with this piece. Please enjoy!

If you stood completely still, your body from head to toe beneath the gentle shower spray, it felt like you had entered upon a new world. Callused hands pillowed at your sides and rough finger pads kneaded and pressed into your soft skin; a thread of gold connected your hearts, drawing both of you closer than any other ever dared to go.

This, you imagined, was what it would feel like to walk among the clouds. This was heaven.

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The incredibly annoying guy with the staring problem.

Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes in “The Falcon and The Winter Soldier” 2021.

Nothing makes me more weak in the knees than shy reader being intimidated by eddie but he's always so sweet to her and nice but he's also a little shit so he's always making little comments to towards her to see her reaction. Also giving her pet names and playing with her hair while she's focusing on homework etc.

OMFG I LOVE THIS!!! Enjoy head cannon type thingy 😆

🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

Eddie got partnered with you for a class assignment and was totally thrilled,

He'd watched you from afar and knew how shy you were, so when he approached you after class he was doing his best not startle you. Unfortunately it didn't work, when he walked up behind you at your locker and excitedly greeted you, you jumped.

"Shit sweetheart I'm so sorry, I thought you saw me in your little mirror" he says, pointing to the mirror hanging in your locker.

"Eddie" you started, body shrinking into itself with nerves. " 's okay" you finish, face flushed.

Spent every moment he could that night getting you to blush because it was the absolute cutest thing he'd ever seen.

Every time he called you sweetheart he saw your face flush darker.

Decided at that moment to start driving you to school

Would carry your bag, even though you very quietly protested every time

In the week that passed he spent every moment he could with you, project related or not.

He very publicly asked you on a date.

Typical Eddie fashion, got up on the table in the cafeteria and yelled the words at you as you were walking over.

He watched your cheeks go bright red as you tried to hide your face in your hand and he giggled to himself.

Walked over to you and put his arm around you. You were quietly giggling as he led you to his table and offered you the seat next to him

"So is that a yes sweetheart?" He whispers in your ear he pulled out your chair.

Your too embarrassed to say anything so you just nod, which makes Eddie smile.

"SHE SAID YES EVERYONE!" He would yell as he pulled out his own chair to sit. Causing you to groan and lightly slap him in the arm

When he asked you to be his girlfriend you almost fainted in his arms.

Would buy you lots of little gifts, knowing your face would light up and flush. He loved hearing you quietly protest his need to spoil you, knowing he was just going to continue doing it anyway

Would constantly boast about you to his friends while you were right there.

You would get all embarrassed and shy and would bury your head in his chest or arm, and he fucking LOVED it.

He would tease you a lot, but ultimately Eddie was just super sweet and affectionate towards you, and he loved you to pieces.