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my love mine all mine by ktyekmrf30
Fandoms: เธม-โป้ Heart That Skips a Beat | Thame-Po: Heart That Skips a Beat (TV)
08 Jan 2025
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— Из-за меня мы не можем ходить на обычные свидания, — наконец говорит Тэм и звучит безнадежно смирившимся, — Ты не заслуживаешь, чтобы тебя прятали, пи’По.
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- Part 2 of things you do for your idol boyfriend
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12 Jan 2025
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— Пи’По, — выдыхает Тэм, смотря на По во все глаза, открывает рот, что сказать что-то ещё, но теряется и просто замолкает, вновь переводя взгляд на сверкающую гирлянду вокруг него.
— Тебе нравится? — спрашивает По, внезапно теряя уверенность, пока наблюдает за реакцией Тэма. До этого момента он не думал о том, что мог перешагнуть черту в своём планировании. За последний год их отношений между ними никогда не возникало недопонимания, поэтому По был уверен, что Тэму, любящему демонстрировать свою любовь и привязанность, понравится его сюрприз, но что если...
— Это потрясающе, — выдыхает Тэм, прерывая поток волнения По, и тот облегченно улыбается, — Но как ты вообще убедил их, что подобная обстановка может быть работой?
— О, — По краснеет, но решает сознаться, — Правда, тебе не стоит переживать об этом. Джун помог мне.
— Дж... — Тэм замолкает и качает головой, — Не хочу знать.
По смеётся.
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When Ted Lasso gets in Roy's ear about putting aside his differences and making peace with Jamie for the good of the team, he probably meant for the boys to have a chat. But nothing is remotely normal between these two boys, and they end up a little side-tracked after Roy accidentally gets a glimpse of Jamie's underwear.
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It's another Gala fic. There's lingerie and a lot of fucking swearing.
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29 Oct 2024
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“I need it,” he whimpers, “I need it… please…please, Roy.” He lifts his head up, eyes squeezed shut, a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead and cheeks and Roy wants to lick it and taste him. Jamie’s a controlling little bastard on the pitch but watching him submit might be the sexiest thing Roy has ever seen.
He shifts slightly to stand at Jamie’s side, allowing him to access to the front and the back of his body. He peers around his flexed arms, glistening with sweat as they clutch the sink and looks down to where he can now see Jamie’s hard cock, standing to attention, quivering slightly with the movement of his body. Roy’s fingers twitch and he licks his lips, imagining the feel of it, the taste of him.
Fucking typical of this little prick to be fucking delicious everywhere…
He reaches down and takes Jamie’s cock in his free hand, still working his hole with other hand. Despite how hard Jamie is, the skin is soft, silken to the touch, and a little slippery with the pre-come that has oozed out and dribbled down. Jamie releases a gasp that quickly becomes a low, drawn-out, sensual moan.
“Oh god,” he whispers looking down at how Roy’s hand has started to move over him, like he cannot believe it is happening, “Oh my god.”
“This,” Roy growls, squeezing a little tighter, “is not yours to touch. This is mine tonight.”
Jamie whimpers helplessly, tensing. He’s close now, so fucking close.
“Tell me,” Roy insists, his mouth close to Jamie’s ear, both hands working him without mercy.
“Tell you what?” Jamie stutters out, his body starting to shake.
“Who does this belong to?”
“You… yours… fuck, it’s yours,” he fumbles his words, then says, “God, Roy… I’m yours…” And when Jamie groans again, he can’t help but join in because hearing that is such a fucking rush. By the way that Jamie is gasping and trembling, Roy knows he needs that little something extra to tip him over the edge, so he leans in, slowly kisses his neck and then watches Jamie’s face in the mirror as he whispers close to his ear.
“Come on then, Tartt. Show me how pretty you are when I make you come.”
Almost before he’s finished speaking, he hears Jamie swear in a cracked voice and then his breath stutters momentarily, followed by a series of fucking irresistible sounds that are caught somewhere between a sigh and a moan. Jamie’s cock twitches in his hand and his head drops to his chest as the spurts of come shoot out of him.
Fucking Christ…
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Forced to house sit for his parents after being kicked out, Steve is thinking he and Eddie are going to watch a movie. Maybe fool around a bit. What he isn’t expecting is how Eddie in a bit of black lace is going to make him feel.
Bookmarked by prosto_lunatic
06 Oct 2024
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Something is wrong with you,” Steve told him, getting a prize-winning grin in return.
Eddie turned slightly to the side so Steve could reach, bending when Steve put a hand on the small of his back and pushed. Hands braced on Steve’s knee, he swayed his hips enticingly, laughing when Steve delivered a reproachful, sticky smack to his ass. Steve pressed in until his middle finger brushed Eddie’s hole, but Eddie abruptly straightened up.
“Wait, hold on,” he said, shimmying the panties back up from around his knees. “Want you to fuck me in these.”
Steve was so horny he felt light-headed, resuming his task as Eddie bent over again, panties pulled to the side to expose the wet center of him. “You’re a weirdo, you know that?”
Eddie grinned lazily over his shoulder, sighing as Steve sunk a finger slowly inside, the perfect pucker of him tight and warm and gorgeous. “You love it.”
“Mhm,” Steve hummed, stroking Eddie’s scarred stomach, watching with rapture as Eddie’s full mouth parted around a moan, a second finger joining the first. They’d fucked the day before, Eddie wild and flushed in Steve’s lap, and his body still showed the signs, his ass softening quickly to the intrusion.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” Eddie breathed, startling into a delirious laugh when Steve crooked his fingers inside. Eddie was always like this — especially when he was a little high — so sensitive, his body going loose and easy under the right touch. There was pride to be found in Steve’s knowing how to make it good for him; in knowing Eddie’s body like this. Eddie’s chin dropped down to his chest as Steve worked, his dick surrendering a generous blurt of precome when Steve worked it loose from his panties to touch, and it was all Steve could do not to tell him how much he’d loved him in secret.
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Steve Harrington likes little white panties. A lot. So much so that Eddie Munson thinks of the perfect prank to play on his good friend Steve after they watch Alien together.
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Bookmarked by prosto_lunatic
06 Oct 2024
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“Oh?” He says it like Eddie’s just challenged him. And maybe he has.
“Yeah. I’m not just some high school girl susceptible to your big eyes and,” he glances at Steve, “swoopy hair.” Eddie’s waffling between nervousness and incredibly turned on and having the time of his life flirting with Steve. It’s the same rush as hot-wiring a car or spinning in a circle too fast. The push and pull of fear and exhilaration has his heart hammering wildly in his chest and his dick perking up with interest.
Steve huffs a laugh. “Won’t spread your legs for just anyone, huh?”
He’s hit with the image of spreading his legs for Steve, letting him crawl into his lap, kissing him—the reaction to it is immediate and intense, his cock chubbing up at the thought of it. He blushes harder, hoping it’s dark enough in the van that Steve can’t see. “Nope. Gotta be true love ,” he says with a jokey lilt to his voice. It’s not really true, but most of Eddie’s sexual experience has been less about connection and more about sexual gratification and opportunity. He’s not really interested in being that for Steve—even if his dick is currently protesting in his pants. Their friendship is too important to mess it up with a quick fuck that could ruin everything.
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And just like that, Eddie pulls his boxers down just a smidge too low.
Eddie wasn’t lying. The tattoo, a gorgeous, fantastical imagining of a dragon, stretches across the plane of his stomach all the way into his pubic hair.
But that’s not what Steve’s looking at.
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25 Sep 2024
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An idea occurs to Steve. It’s something him and Tommy used to do, back when all they ever tried to do was gross each other out. Except, it turned into more than that over time. Turned into some kind of competition.
Sometimes it felt like they might as well just kiss. And, well…
Fuck it, he thinks, and stands.
“Sure.” He takes ahold of Eddie’s chin, hovering over him. “Open your mouth.”
Eddie’s breath stutters, eyes big and curious. Slowly, he parts his lips.
Maybe it’s an ungentlemanly thing to do, to look a guy in the eyes as you let spit pool in your mouth, but shit, Eddie’s easy to tease.
He tightens his grip on Eddie’s chin, hovering over him. And then he spits directly into his mouth.
Eddie exhales harshly through his nose, body twitching as he stares up at Steve.
“Swallow,” Steve says softly, and Jesus fuck, Eddie does.
“Holy fuck,” Eddie breathes, hand tightening on Steve’s waist.
“Good,” Steve says hoarsely. “That’s good.”
They just look at each other for a moment, and then Eddie's tipping himself closer to Steve, tentatively presses his cheek to Steve’s thigh. When Steve doesn’t protest, Eddie nuzzles him, pressing his nose to the joint between Steve’s leg and hip. Nudges right up against his clothed dick, eyes fluttering shut.
Hand in his hair, Steve breathes, “Eddie.”
Eyes opening again, half-lidded as they are, Eddie’s fingers skirt the edge of Steve’s trunks. “Can I–” He stops. Looks unsure.
Steve wants nothing more than to lean down and kiss the surety back into Eddie, but he decides to be patient. Murmurs, “Can you what, baby?”
At the pet name, Eddie shudders. Wets his lips before asking, “Can I suck your dick?”
The words punch through Steve like a physical blow.
“You wanna suck my dick out here?” Steve asks breathlessly, because holy shit. He should probably suggest they go to his room, or something. A bed would be good.
Eddie tilts his head. “...Are you objecting?”
Next time. Next time he'll suggest the bed.
“Fuck no.”
The grin he gets in return sends blood rushing south.
Wetting his lips, Eddie moves to nuzzle Steve again. Slips a hand up his thigh to wrap around the outline of his dick, and holy shit this is happening. He's gonna let Eddie suck him off- fuck, beg him, if he wants.
Eddie pauses then for a second, like he's strategising, before he tugs Steve's trunks down in one fluid move, groaning the second Steve's exposed.
"You're big," Eddie murmurs, and Steve laughs breathily.
"Thanks."