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)
-jorjđ»
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."
"howâc-can you talk soâ...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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Bucky x readerÂ
Some angst, past crappy relationship with cheating but Bucky is a sweet baby and makes it all better. Lots and lots of fluff
âSee you soon dollâ Bucky pecked a kiss onto your head before making his way out to a new job he had taken up at a small bookstore. Heâd taken a few months off of missions, needing a break from it all and the store that wasnât too far from the compound was perfect.Â
You smiled watching him run off, not wanting to be late. It warmed you seeing how happy he was, it had only been a couple of weeks and he was glowing.Â
He clearly loved it.Â
Every day heâd come back, excited to tell you about how his day went; the new book he read, how his coworker, Rosa, introduced him to a new coffee, the puppy that visited the store, the new cafĂ© he went to with Rosa, how to processed an online order for the first time, how Rosa walked him through the whole thing.Â
You were curled up in bed with Bucky, your head on his chest while he cuddled you close, telling you about the most recent events that took place that afternoon (which of course, included Rosa). He laughed about how the owner of the store, Dave, told them to stop flirting so much, it was going to make the other customers sick.Â
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a/n: includes patrick verona, ledger!joker, william thatcher, skip engblom, and tony shepherd <3 + gender neutral reader!!
warnings: mentions of kissing + mild nsfw themes (18+)
If you had to narrow Patrickâs kisses down to one word it would be tender. The man kisses you with so much love and compassion that you swear all the blood in your body turns into sugar from how sweet he is. One quick peck and your entire body tingles. Tiny little fireworks exploding inside of you and rattling your bones. On the flip side, your skin bursts into flames when he presses his lips against that certain spot on your neck. He always chuckles at your tiny huff when ever he does kiss you there. You swear heâs pure magic.
Sneaky kisses are one of Patâs top secret skills. Out and about in public with him but youâre both needy? No worries. Heâll pull you into an empty hallway or vacant room, out of sight from wandering eyes, and give you all the kisses you need right then and there.
He also enjoys giving you forehead kisses at any time of day. Heâll run his fingers through your hair and press his lips on the center of your forehead. It makes your knees weak and heart grow a million sizes. He canât believe how lucky he is to have someone like you in his life.
Jâs kisses are all-consuming. He surrounds your senses like a cloud of black smog hung high over Gothamâs skyline. Itâs intense and sharp in a good way. Your first kiss with him isnât exactly romantic as it was messy, but you wouldnât change it for the world. Purple leather gloves gripping the back of your neck, stealing all the breath from your lungs. Holding onto his wool trench coat for dear life. Greasepaint staining your skin, a semi-permanent reminder that youâre his.
And of course, his scars. Theyâre intriguing when you see them for the first time. But when kissing him, it isnât what you expected at all. You thought they were going to be uncomfortable and scratchy against your skin because they were jagged and healed so roughly. Oh, how you were wrong. They add a unique quality to Jâs kisses. They do not hurt you in the slightest. In fact, they are very plush. Itâs beautiful, something terribly tragic blooming into something passionate.
J is quite handsy with you. Of course with this comes a lot of biting and nipping at your neck. He loves leaving deep, angry bruises all over as another reminder that heâs the only one who makes you feel the ways that you do. You can never resist him and his touch. Though, you would never tell him that. He already knows it through the way you kiss him.
Oh my goodness, precious William. He surprises you. At first, his kisses were reserved and shy. Whispering against your lips and tentatively asking you questions: âWas that okay?â or âWhat else would you like?â. Itâs incredibly endearing. You later learn itâs because he has not kissed many people before, which makes your stomach flutter with millions of butterflies. As strong as he may be and as much energy he gives away in different jousting arenas, heâll always be your innocent knight in shining armor.
One thing that you come to find out about Will as your relationship progresses is that he absolutely loves hearing the noises you make when you kiss. He cannot get enough of you. To him, youâre the most powerful drug in the entire universe. Hearing you whine out his name, breathing and sighing deeply for him⊠It spurs him into a frenzy. You both know that those special noises are for his ears only. Simply put, his kisses make you feel completely whole.
And itâs no surprise that Will is a romantic. He brings you as his date to every ball he can physically attend. Heâs so giddy and loves dancing (and drinking lots of wine & food) with you. Hand kisses are exchanged all night, of course. His soft lips pressed gently against the top of your hand which makes you (and him) turn bright red. Itâs a simple gesture, but you canât help to adore his tiny displays of affection.
Oh, Skip. Skipâs kisses are pure understanding. When you kiss each other, youâre on the exact same page. Hell, youâre on the same line of the exact same book. Youâre just two puzzle pieces meant to be together.
Your first kiss though, youâll never forget. You worked night shifts here and there at the Zephyr Surf Shop for Skip. You two have known each other for years. Heâs always appreciated your time and company. Giving an extra hand if heâs running behind on orders doesnât even feel like working for him. Itâs just you & an old friend who you happened to have a big crush on. Itâs no big deal, right?
After finishing up late one night, Skip wanted to walk you out to your car: âListen, Y/N, it isnât safe in Dogtown at this time of night. Let me walk you out to your car.â You didnât argue because you knew he was right, even if you were parked just outside the front doors. Warmth spread through your belly as he stood right beside you, protecting you the whole way.
Skip started to express his gratitude (and how guilty he felt because he wasnât paying you) when you had cut him off: âNo, no, Skip. Iâll always help out anytime, free of charge. Anything for you. I mean it.â You reached out to run your hand down his arm. His eyes flickered down as if your hand had dragged bright green paint across his exposed skin. A breath got caught in your throat and your wide eyes suddenly connect with his.
And in that moment, everything slotted into place. A million emotions were rushing in your brain as you kissed each other against the driverâs side window of your car, but the one word short-circuiting in your brain was: Home. Skip was your home.
No matter where you happen to be sleeping that night, Skip always manages to wake you up in the morning by gently pressing his lips to your neck. He watches you stir, eyes fluttering. Heâs as warm as early sunshine spilling through open windows and you couldnât ask for anything better.
Ever since the complete disaster Anton caused a week ago that resulted in the Parnassus trailer, aka. your home getting basically destroyed, everything has gone to shit. Well⊠not everything. Thereâs Tony. Where do you even begin with life before Tony?
You canât really recall exactly how or when you joined the Imaginarium team, but you had proved your potential to everyone right away. You drew spectators in and let the others talents shine. It all felt so⊠natural. You fit in perfectly with this family of misfits.
Then comes Tony. Your whole world was turned upside down when you discovered the hanged man on the bridge. It was like a switch flipped on inside of you. Two bright lights connecting in a pitch black world.
Tony found you sitting on the stage of the trailer one night. Thatâs when you shared your first kiss. He knew you had been stressed about what was to come now that the only place to perform the show was shattered to bits: âSweetheart, donât worry I have a plan. Itâs a bit of a change, but that never hurt anyone, did it?â. Thatâs the thing about Tony. He always seems to be five steps ahead of everyone else.
After chatting about the next course of action, you felt his hand travel from resting on your shoulder to stroking your cheek lovingly. The close heat of his hand reassuring you that it was going to be okay. That he was there for you. You felt your body being drawn in closer to his by some fateful force. His slow breath fanned against your cheek and shot sparks down your spine. His hand was still placed on your cheek, too afraid to make any sudden movements that could tear you away from him. From this moment. His lips finally connected with yours and you were breathless. All of the oxygen in the atmosphere was suddenly gone. All you felt was the warmth of him. The warmth of you two, together. Like dim streetlights reflecting on rain soaked sidewalks. It couldnât have been more perfect.
Youâve come to learn that Tonyâs mouth (and hands) tend to wander late at night. He canât help it that your twin bed in this god forsaken trailer canât comfortably house two full adults. You barely get enough rest as it is. So you resort to more intimate activities, hoping that sleep might come a little bit easier afterwards.
Knowing his kisses always leaves you wanting more, he happily obliges along to your all of your needs. He will always love touching you in the softest places overflowing with the deepest pleasure. Your breathy gasps as his mouth trails across your neck while his broad hands stroke your chest. Your whole body aches for him. Soon enough, his hands finally wander down, down, downâŠ
âYou know, love, we should have been doing this a lot sooner if we both couldnât sleep.â âOh, shut up.â
in the eyes of a stranger, there lies a mystery in the eyes of a stranger, are you what you appear to be?
these two keep getting gayer and gayer with each other. thatâs it, thatâs the post.