Fictober Day 9

You can't be a hellenic polytheist and be homophobic.

You can't be a hellenic polytheist and be transphobic.

You can't be a hellenic polytheist and be racist.

You can't be a hellenic polytheist and be anti-imaginate.

You can't be a hellenic polytheist and be a nazi.

You can't be a hellenic polytheist and mock ANY of the gods.

You can't be a hellenic polytheist and hate ANY of the gods.

Pick a side. The gods or hatefulness.

You. Can't. Choose. Both.

Fictober Day 2

Prompt:

“Maybe I love you a little bit too much.”

Aziracrow, angst

Crowley thought that they'd have a chance, he really did. But the moment the words ‘I forgive you’ left Aziraphale's mouth, he knew it was over.

“Don't bother.”

The rest is history, but what happened after? He drove off. And for the first time, the radio was silent.

The next few months were miserable. He never even raised his voice at his plants. One night, he got low. He prayed.

He secretly hopes Aziraphale hears him, hopes that maybe, just maybe, he'll come back.

“I thought it'd be me and you, side by side, angel.” He cries out, hand feebly holding onto a bottle of whiskey. “For eternity. You gave me hope, angel. Something I haven't felt for millennia. Maybe I love you a little too much, but I'll never let you go.”

Afterwards, Crowley swore he heard Aziraphale's voice, but when he called out, he never got a response.

“Oh, Crowley. You'll always have my heart.”

au where the marauders (& co) get summer jobs at haven and it’s chaos.

—> Read below the cut. (It’s not that saucy, just a lil’ spicy, so obviously I’m all kinds of timid about posting this.) 

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1. “Hotter Than A Burning Fire”

Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

꒰Face Sitting + Inexperienced꒱ - 1.6k

• oral (f receiving), mentions of fingering and masturbation, friends to lovers

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Your hand swept over the wrinkles of the blankets, smoothing them down only for another ripple to appear where you couldn’t reach it. A groan erupted from your mouth, only silenced when Robin dropped her hand on top of the ripple, eliminating it. You snickered and turned to look at her lying beside you, “Thank you,” you said in a sing-song voice.

Yet, she didn’t look as amused as she usually would. In fact, Robin looked worried. “Robin?” She blinked at her name, snapping out of whatever daze it was. You had no clue her trance was due to the fact you had abandoned your shirt on the floor from the heat. Robin had done the same, severely underestimating what seeing you in your underwear would do to her body and mind.

Both of you had your feet propped up on your respective pillows, laying upside down in the heated room. The summer in Hawkins was hot, but the humidity was unbearable at best. Even with your ceiling fan at full blast you were sticky from the muggy heat. Robin was in the same boat, except her shorts were more uncomfortably syrupy when she noticed the outline of your soft nipples under your bra.

So much was shown yet not enough. Robin had opted for wearing a pair of your smaller shorts, the secure material making it hard to ignore the slick being pressed back up against her heated skin. “Huh?” Robin asked blindly, turning her head to look at you. “Are you okay?” Your voice was breathless, laughing out your question at her red face.

Her mouth felt dryer than a fucking desert when she studied your face. Robin’s eyes felt a magnetic pull to look at your chest again, but she held back, internally panicking at her turmoil. “Yeah. No, yeah I’m okay…totally fine. Why?” The corner of your lips curled up towards a smirk, “You look a little hot over there.” If her cheeks hadn’t been red before, they were one hundred percent cherry red now.

“What!?” She blurted out to your shock and bemusement, shooting up. “You look…hot? Ohhhh!” You erupted into giggles, sitting up after her. “No, no, like temperature wise, Rob. But I mean, sure that way too.” Robin had died and gone to heaven, she was sure of it. Sometime between you taking your shirt off and the both of you lying down she had succumbed to heatstroke. “You can’t say that!”

“Why can’t I? I just did.” You teased, leaning into her space when you sensed her fluster. It didn’t take a fortune teller to show how riled up she was, your words aside. You honestly didn’t know how she had figured you wouldn’t notice the way her thighs had been rubbing together for the past few minutes. Robin choked, leaning back when you leaned towards her, your arm slithering around her waist to pull her back onto the bed, and you, when she slipped. “Careful,” you murmured smugly.

Shit. If that wasn’t the hottest thing she had heard, she didn’t know what was. All she could do was nod at your warning, leaning back into you. When she noticed your eyes trailing down she let hers fall, looking at her thighs spreading over your knees. It wasn’t the first time you’d been in a compromising position, not by a long shot. It also wasn’t the first time she felt like this.

She could go home and finger herself to quell the ache for a bit, but it always came back around you. Only you. She wanted you so badly it hurt, even without a notch of experience under her belt. You could take the lead, she wouldn’t mind one bit. Robin could sometimes mask how much you messed with her head, but watching a droplet of her arousal roll down her freckled thigh she knew there was no hiding that.

The click of your tongue had her perking her head up, lips parting in surprise when your fingertip swept up her inner thigh. “You’re that hot?” Your question was borderline a joke knowing it wasn’t sweat, but it offered her a way out. She felt the pause of your fingers, settling where you had smeared her wetness. However, your reaction spurred her on. You hadn’t seemed grossed out, the opposite of it with how your eyes were locked on the silhouette of her cunt in your shorts.

Robin couldn’t tear her eyes away from your face though, “No.” “Are you finally speechless?” The following silence answered your question, eyes finding her wide ones. “Need me to take care of that?” Surely, she was truly dead this time. Her slow nod wasn’t good enough for you, fingers sliding away. “Please,” she whined, face dropping to a pathetic pleading expression.

You grinned, all teeth when your fingers roughly hooked around the edge of your shorts, dragging her forward. “There’s my talkative girl.” Robin rewarded you with a shaky sigh, eyes falling shut as your fingers relaxed, turning to slide through her folds. You had no clue she had gone commando under your shorts, but the wet material you felt on the back of your knuckles removed any potential aversion to her choice. You’d use them later, but for now you needed to take care of her.

Robin’s folds were so swollen you could easily sink two flattened fingers between them and have them disappear without having to push them into her fluttering entrance. “Why don’t you get out of these?” If the offer wasn’t enough, the way your fingers curled to gently pet her pussy had her head reeling. “Good idea,” she rushed to bend over, your fingertips barely dipping into her cunt at the new angle, slipping out to give her space.

Her eyebrows pinched together when she whined, hurriedly shoving her shorts off. You watched as she squirmed in frustration, kicking them haphazardly. Granting her more room, you turned and laid back on your bed, licking your fingers clean. Her musk was tangy, wetness thick like molasses. Perfect.

Robin triumphantly let the shorts fall to the ground, slipping them off her ankle, when she raised her head to look at you. The shape of your fingertips poked at your cheeks as you sucked your fingers clean. “Jesus,” she sighed, stumbling to crawl over you. Robin seemed to realize what position you were in, pausing to hover over your abdomen.

You answered her before she needed to ask where to sit. Well…you answered in a way. Smirking, you tapped your lips with two fingers that still shone with your spit. “No way,” Robin gasped. “I’ll crush you!” You laughed at her statement, “Good way to go,” you murmured. The palms of your hands wrapped around the backs of her thighs, urging her up your body. Robin shakily moved up to kneel over your face.

“Are you sure?” Her voice came out as a squeak, cut off by you confidently pulling her down. The first thing you felt was the heat of her pussy soaking into your skin, the second being her actually soaking her skin. Robin whined, squirming as she tried to get used to sitting on your face while she held onto the headboard.

Only once she finally settled, did you draw your tongue up through her folds. Tasting her on your fingers was good, but nothing compared to it straight from the source. Instantly, Robin gave a wobbly mewl, not surprising you that she was loud. With how often she rambled on or was brash in day-to-day settings, it made it plausible that she was loud in bed. You definitely had never thought about it before.

Did it even matter to deny it anymore when Robin was humping your face so desperately? One second you were lapping languidly at her cunt, the next her hips speeding up newfound determination. Laying your tongue flat, you let her ride it as she pleased. “Oh shit, ohmygod. Thank you, thank you..” Any following words died in her throat as you flicked your tongue against her sensitive clit.

Something akin to a squeal left her lips, her hips jolting yet not moving far with your grip on her thighs keeping her to your face. Her hands clutched the wood of your headboard, straining under her grip and she knew she would be addicted to your mouth. Robin couldn’t find it inside herself to be embarrassed at the sounds her pussy made, molten on your mouth. You didn’t care either, pulling her down further to put your heart and soul into teasing her clit.

Swirling the tip of your sharp tongue around the bundle of nerves, your lips cupped it gently contrasting how you sucked adamantly. Robin fell farther into silence, at a loss for words, hips almost bouncing as she tilted her head back. Her blue eyes disappeared from sight, rolling back as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

She wished she could verbalize how good it felt, to keep doing that right there, but this was a rare occasion of her completely shutting up. The only indication of her impending release was her tensing body and the choked sound she finally let pass her chapped lips.

One, two, three sucks more and her thighs were clamped around your head. Your reward came as did she, salty cum dripping into your mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut at your happy moan when you hungrily drank her up. Stars burst behind her eyes at your continued ministrations, disgustingly loud sounds finally leaving her again.

You took the cue, reluctantly unlatching from her bullied pussy. Robin sat mounted on your face, head fuzzy until you tapped her thigh a moment later. She slowly moved back, sitting on your chest as she panted and looked down at you. “That good?” Even with her blurry vision she could see your wide smirk. “Shut up,” She smiled, leaning down to lick your soaked chin clean.

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Please take care of yourself ❤️

damn maybe i should make a self care challenge post

ok reader x eddie having a casual conversation about sex, talking about what they're both into, leading to some smut??? just hearing what eddie's into sounds so hottttt (i imagine its filthy,, sorry)

ty for requesting! hope you like it!! — a failed date with eddie leads to a night in and several confessions (established relationship, mostly fluff, talks of sex but no actual smut 18+, 1.6k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Eddie Munson is a hopeless romantic.

Not because he loves like it’s breathing (though some would argue otherwise), but because his attempts to be affectionate with you are complete and utter failures.

He had a whole romantic day planned. A late lunch, a quick walk, and then sunset at the park. Honestly, it probably would’ve been a pretty metal date if it was any day other than this one — the biggest flood of the whole goddamn year.

You got to the diner just fine but had to rush back to the trailer in the rain since he didn’t have his van. Thankfully, it waited to outright pour until he got you home. Now, his leather jacket — which you’d used as a makeshift umbrella — hangs beside the opened window to dry.

The orange autumn breeze rolls over your bare bodies like silk (because, of course, an innocent shower after getting drenched in the rain couldn’t not end in getting dirty again).

“Was all this just a ploy to get me into bed?” you tease, tracing the freckles on his back with the tip of your finger. “’Cause you coulda just asked, you know? I would’ve said yes.”

Lying flat on his stomach, Eddie laughs into his folded-up arms. His deep brown hair brushes his pale shoulders when he turns to look at you. His smile is swollen and rosy and crooked.

“You got me, princess. Making my girlfriend walk in disgusting weather was all a part of my evil plan.”

“I wouldn’t say it was evil.”

“No?”

“Sinful, maybe. Sexy, even,” you joke with a lopsided grin. “But no, not evil.”

“Is that so?” he lilts as he rises on his elbow to prop his cheek on his fist.

You shake your head and roll onto your back. Your eyes flit to the spotted ceiling. A smirk blossoms on your lips. “I feel like evil would imply that it was hurtful in some way. And that thing you did in the shower felt way too good to be evil.”

“What thing?” the boy wonders with pinched-together brows.

You shoot him a look. “You know…” you hum vaguely, expectantly.

“No. I don’t, actually,” Eddie laughs, mostly at himself. “I’m kinda dumb, in case you forgot.”

“You’re not dumb, Eds.”

“Stop being sweet. You’re deflecting.”

You concede with a small huff. “That… That thing. With your mouth. When you pressed me against the wall and— please, don’t make me describe it, Eddie,” you ramble, then cut yourself off to whine.

He meets your grimace with a boyish grin. “I don’t know. I kinda like hearing you talk about it.”

“I’ll die,” you deadpan.

“You’re so dramatic.”

His words are harsh, but his pink smile is kind. He kisses you with it after — a smacking peck to the corner of your mouth that migrates rather quickly. He sprinkles his lips along your jaw and chin and neck. 

That’s where he lingers. 

Eddie finds your pulse point and goes a half-inch higher, just like he did while he was fucking you against the shower wall. You nearly came the first time he kissed you there. 

He sucks at the delicate skin until he leaves another faint mark. The feeling of his tongue and teeth on your newfound sweet spot makes your toes curl. It has you moaning out loud before you mean to.

His lips audibly smack when he pulls away.

“That thing?” he wonders, smiling down at you like he already knows the answer.

Your thighs clench together. Your bones are made of mush. “That thing,” you repeat in the affirmative.

“Well, if we’re sharing secrets…” Eddie singsongs, then leans in all close like he’s about to spill the latest gossip. His fingers spread out along your bare waist, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I really liked it when you got all mean.”

You hadn’t thought much of it, then — when Eddie edged you on the counter with his fingers and laughed when you writhed. 

You didn’t even let him make it up to you after, just sucked him off and told him he wasn’t allowed to touch you. “Don’t cum ’til I tell you to, understand?” you’d said. “Or I’m gonna get myself off, and you’re gonna watch.”

He was a good boy for you, though, and you let him fuck you in the shower.

Your nose scrunches in muted embarrassment. “I wasn’t being that mean, was I?”

“No. I mean, you could certainly get meaner…” Eddie assures with a shake of his head, then grins as his fingers crawl up your ribcage. You fight back a shiver. “Which I think could be preferable from time to time.”

“So, you want me to be more… dominant?”

He shrugs a pale, freckled shoulder. “Yeah. Sometimes. I like watching you get all dumb for me, don’t get me wrong, but every time you get a little mean, I almost cum in my pants.”

The blatant confession makes you go slightly stupid. You just nod at him, lazy and unblinking. “Yeah. I can do that. You know, if that’s what you want.”

“I do want,” Eddie hums, matching your sloppy head shake. His nicotine-coated breath fans across your cheek. “Very, very much.”

“But not all the time, though, right?”

“No. Not all the time. Just… sometimes— when the moment’s right or whatever.”

“Sure…”

Eddie’s grin broadens when you trail off. A faraway look glazes over your eye. His brows raise expectantly. “What’s that look for?”

You blink rapidly as you descend from the clouds. Shaking your head, you dismiss him. “Nothing. Nothing— I just… I did kinda like not letting you come right away.”

“Yeah. Me too,” Eddie concurs, suddenly breathless.

Your gaze flits to his, mousy and twinkling. Your hands fidget above the covers. “And I kinda wanna try letting you cum and maybe… not stopping…”

Eddie’s eyes go wide. His mouth opens to respond, but he forgets how to speak. He barely remembers to breathe.

“Is that… Is that weird?” you ask, forcing a laugh at his unusual silence.

“No!” he blurts, sounding much louder in the honeyed quiet of his bedroom. “No, that’s… That’s really hot, actually. Like, really hot.”

He zones out just like you had. The imagery of it all makes his stomach whirl. He’s done it to you a number of times — brought you to the edge and kept on pushing you over until you pushed him away. But he’d never thought about ever doing it to himself till now. 

Actually, there’s quite a lot of things he’s done to you that he might enjoy himself if he thinks about it.

The thought alone opens a world of possibility in his wild, wild head.

“Can I tell you about something I was thinking about the other day?” he wonders suddenly.

Though slightly startled by the blurted question, you nod. “Of course.”

His gaze flits away from yours. His hand fidgets at your waist, fingers softly scratching at your burning skin. “You know my handcuffs? The ones I clip on my jeans sometimes?”

Again, you nod.

“Well, I— I have the keys, you know? So it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if we— you know— if we used them…”

“On me?” you press, brows pinched in distant concern.

Eddie shakes his head immediately. “No. I know you don’t like that.”

“So… on you?”

“Yeah. Maybe. If you want,” the boy mumbles, suddenly shy in a way you’ve only seen a handful of times — including earlier, when he was begging to cum in your mouth. “I just think it could be cool, you know? Like, you could tie me up and just… use me. If you want,” he repeats.

“Use you?” you repeat with a soft laugh.

He shrugs. “Yeah. I mean, I don’t— I don’t really care about getting off as much as I care about you getting off, you know? I just… wanna take care of you. Want you to take what you want.”

You open your mouth to respond only to find that all words have lost meaning. Your brain is a jumbled mess of alphabet soup. So you just nod, dumb at the very thought.

Eddie’s hand rises from the covers. His palm settles warm at your jaw. His fingers smell faintly of sex as his calloused thumb smooths across your chapped lips. “You could, like, rub yourself on my cock. Get yourself off on top of me,” he murmurs lowly to you, a quiet and crooked grin pulling at his mouth. “Wouldn’t that be metal?”

“Yeah…” you answer with a sigh, getting lost in the daydream right along with him. “Wouldn’t put you inside me at first, either. Not until you’re begging for it.”

His smile widens. “Exactly.”

“Then I’ll ride you until you make me cum.”

Eddie nods, egging you on. He tucks his face into your neck, if only to conceal how ardently he’s blushing. He hides his pink cheeks between your jaw and shoulder and kisses you where he knows it’ll drive you crazy. 

“Mhmm?” he urges, muffled.

You sigh a faint moan. Your fingers curl in his wild hair. You press your lips to his temple and continue. “And I’ll let you come, too. Eventually… But I won’t stop.”

“Fuck,” he groans into your pulse.

“Not until you’ve filled me up three times—”

“Oh, fuck…”

You tug at his hair with a soft, stern touch you think you could learn to master for him. His lips click faintly when he parts from you. He blinks down at you with glassy chocolate eyes.

“Something like that?” you wonder, feigning innocence with a sweet-sounding lilt.

Eddie nods, sloppy and stupid. He stammers. “Yeah… Yeah. Some—Something like that.”

“not all men”

you’re right, my favorite fictional character would never.

there's a right answer btw