Brianna.
29.
She/her.
Wants to be Buttercup, but is too sensitive like Bubbles.
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Spencer Reid 📖:
Eddie Munson 😈:
Steve Harrington🍦:
i will Never deactivate. if i die this blog shall remain eternal as a museum of my greatness. a monument of my legacy.
I’m rewatching Teen Wolf, and I’m sorry but I never liked Allison and Isaac hooking up.
Based on this amazing request. I loved the idea and I'm really happy with the outcome, so I hope you're going to like it too. Enjoy :)
Joel and you are stuck in a cabin during a storm and he finds that there is only one way to prevent himself from freezing to death...
Contains: smut, dubcon/noncon, corruption kink, power imbalance, manipulation, p in v, creampie, oral (m receiving), deepthroat, gagging, fingering, rough sex, degradation, daddy kink, dirty talk, implied age gap, mentions of free use, dom!Joel, naive and subby reader, nicknames like babygirl/baby/sweetheart/slut (once), praise, description of physical discomfort and pain, psychological distress, possessiveness
Wordcount: 6,757
summary: joel has spent almost two years behind bars, and when he finally gets released, there's only one place he wants to be (hint: it's between your legs)
warnings: smut, language, age gap (not specified, but legal), joel is a criminal, eating you out after coming inside, brief daddy kink (couldn't resist), let me know if i missed anything
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632 days. That’s how long it had been since Joel had been ripped from you, since you’d last seen his face without a screen separating you, since you’d last felt his touch on your skin.
Everyone had told you that he was trouble, had warned you about him from the second your eyes met his.
"He's nothing but trouble, honey."
"Both them Miller boys are good for nothing."
"He's far too old for you."
They were right, of course, but that hadn't stopped you from falling for him, and from the moment his lips met yours, that was it. You were gone, were his entirely, and you, him, and the whole town knew it. And you could ignore their stares, their shaking heads and the whispers under their breath, because you had him.
₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ eddie munson x reader ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊
the morning after you and eddie get married
937 words - c/w: alludes to sex the previous night, reader is referred to as “wife”
The sun is awfully bright. Too bright.
It spills through the sheer curtains, painting everything in your bedroom in a warm, honey-colored haze. Your face is pressed into your pillow, naked body covered somewhat by the bedsheet, but mostly by Eddie. You must have turned your back to him sometime when you were sleeping, but that has never stopped him. He is draped over you, face smooshed into the back of your shoulder, limbs tangled together.
You smile to yourself, turning to press your face in his hair. While moving, you catch a glimpse of your bedroom. Your white dress is draped over the chair, at least. Everything else is strewn about – bits of Eddie’s suit here and there, one of your heels on the dresser, the other missing. Your underwear and his pants sit in a pile on the floor in front of the mirror.
Last night. You and Eddie had been giddy, hands and mouths roaming over each other fervently. Warmth spreads in your lower belly, simply at the thought of it. From the sky outside, it seems that you’ve gotten enough sleep to make up for it. Although the soreness brewing between your legs says something else.
Eddie is still asleep, small breaths escaping his parted lips, leaving goosebumps along your bare skin. At least he’s wearing boxers, the soft cotton rubbing against the back of your thighs.
