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STRANGER THINGS 3

2.09 The Gate | 3.08 The Battle of Starcourt

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My favorite Disney Princess

“Well, you should learn to control your temper!”

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It cuts me

Summary: You knew that what you and Sam have will never be what it was, and as deep as it cuts you, you cant bring yourself to stop it.

Warnings: one sided feelings (not really), fwb,

An: this is my first semi smut. Leave me alone. I considers making this angsty af but I’ve written so much angst here lately I need a good love story.

His breath is hot against your neck and the touch of his hands against the skin of your stomach was fiery hot.

He was so close you could feel his heart beat against your back. You closed your eyes savoring the moment. The touch of his lips against your neck ignited something within you. A want need for him.

“Sam please” you whispered desperately “need you”. He turned you in his grasp “I know baby just hold on let me savor you” he whispers back before he pressed his lips to yours, pushing you back by your hips but keeping you close.

The back of your knees hit the bed and you fell back, Sam followed landing softly on top of you. His breath fanned against your face as he brushed his thumb over your cheek looking at you with soft half lidded eyes. if you hadn’t been through this routine ten times over you’d say he looked in love with you.

He brushed his fingers over your stomach, pulling your shirt up and over your head as he went. You let out a breath arching up into him as he kissed all over you. From your neck all the way down south. Each kiss like a needle into your heart but you don’t care. You need him.

Your fingers rake through his hair as you lead him back up toward your face. Pulling him in for a soft, passionate kiss. You pushed him away and onto his back and you positioned yourself on his lap. His bulge presses against your cunt perfectly and you let out a soft quiet moan.

“So pretty baby, my pretty girl” Sam whispered to you trailing his fingers up your back. Your heart soared at his words ‘my pretty girl’ his girl. That’s all you wanted to be was his. But deep down you knew it’d never happen.

“You’re wearing too much Sammy this is unfair” you murmur against his lips. Sam gives you a small chuckle before leaning away to pull off his shirt. The sight of him shirtless alone sent you reeling “god sam” you groaned when he pulled you back into a kiss.

His hand slithered under your bra and squire your breast making you moan into his mouth.

His hands started to fumble with the zipper of your pants before hi flipped the two of you over “lift your hips honey” he demanded breathlessly. You did as he said lifting your hips so he could pull your pants off, fingers running against your legs covering your body with goosebumps.

Sam touched you with such gentleness it almost blurred the lines between what you were and what you wanted to be. He never made you feel like you were being exposed right in front of his very eyes.

He groaned eyes rolling back “god honey, you’re gonna kill me” he says before crawling back overtop of you. You giggle “what a way to go huh?”

Sam chuckles, kissing your neck, slowly moving down to your breasts. You let out a shuddery breath at the sight of him worshipping you. Somehow your heart felt so full and empty at the same time.

Sam was dangerous and you knew it. He didn’t get attached much like the other two winchesters he grew up along side. Every bone in your body told you that it was wrong.

That one day you’d hate him and yourself even more, but the way he touched you, the way he looked at you, even the way he talked to you. You craved it. You craved him. Like an addict craves drugs.

You couldn’t stay away.

His hands knew just where to touch to have your body into him. “Yes sam right there- please” you speed out words as his fingers assaulted your cunt. “That good honey?” He asked curving his fingers into you while his thumb rubbed your clit.

You nodded, eyes closed in pure bliss, “talk to me baby, use your words” he demanded gently. You let out a breath you’d been holding and finally opened your eyes “yes, yes fuck s’good”

The satisfied look on Sam’s face made the feeling in your stomach tighten, Sam knew your were close “stop stop please” you said.

Immediately Sam stopped, removing his fingers from inside of you with a worried look, making your panties snap against your skin “Did I hurt you?” He asked urgently. You shook your head “no, no you’re perfect I just want to cum with you” you said.

Sam looked relieved and turned on by what you’d said and it reminded you again of why your couldn’t stop.

Because every clothing item removed by his hands, and every thrust into you reminded you of how much you burned for him. And if this was the most you could get from him then it’d have to be enough for now.

“Fuck, you’re so tight honey” he panted caressing your face, you hadn’t even noticed in your blissed out state. “Squeezin me so good- fuck”

You moaned grabbing the back of his neck bringing him closer, feeling that familiar feeling bubble in your stomach, the one so intense only he could bring it. “Sam- fuck Sam I’m gonna cum” you moaned.

He groaned feeling you flutter around him “me too, s’okay honey, cum on my cock. Please let me feel you.” He begged. That was all you needed to hear, the feeling in your stomach snapped, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body. Sam followed close behind, filling you up with his seed. Groaning into your neck, you felt his body spasming above you.

After your release passed Sam pulled out of you, giving you the biggest smile that you couldn’t help but return. “That… never gets old” he said plopping down next to you. You huff out a laugh “no, it doesn’t.”

The two of you go silent. Both having unspoken feelings underlying. You were falling in love with him. You fell more every time you ended up in his bed. You knew he didn’t feel the same but that’s why it had to stop.

It has to stop.

“I think we should stop… this.” You say without thinking. Sam looks at you, but you don’t look back. You can already imagine his kicked puppy expression that’d have your resolve breaking immediately.

You sat up grabbing your bra and clipped it back on, not feeling like this was a conversation that needed to be had completely naked.

“What- why?” He asks, voice laced with confusion. One thing you always prided yourself for was your honesty, and so did Sam that’s why you didn’t sugarcoat your answer. “Because I’m falling for you Sam. Hard. And the longer we do this the harder it’s gonna be for me to let go.” You say.

You didn’t see but Sam stared at the back of your head, smile slowly growing in his face, you only turned when you heard him laugh. His laughing figure made you want to melt into the floor. You thought about this conversation a lot, and never imagined sam would laugh at you admitting to falling for him.

You frowned “are you… are you laughing at me?” You asked very offended. You scoffed turning to look for your panties that Sam had thrown wherever “I mean I knew it was pathetic but laughing? That’s a dick move”

Sam quickly stopped laughing rushing towards you, grabbing your shoulders to turn to towards him. “No baby, I’m not laughing at you… Well I am but not because of that.” He assured you.

You looked confused “then why?” Sam sighed “I’m laughing because I thought I was being obvious. I call you honey during sex. You think that’s just something I do for fun?” He asked, smiling widely.

Your heart dropped “wait, you mean? You like me too?” “Love” he corrected “I love you too. And yes I do mean that.”

In that moment you felt like you were breathing for the first time. A giddy smile spread on your face that made Sam’s heart flutter, you’re so beautiful to him and he doesn’t understand how you didn’t know.

He kissed you again. Just like he had been doing before but this one was more firm, almost as if he was proving his point. He pulled away “we can continue this later, let me clean you up hmm?” He asked softly.

You nodded in agreement. Not even sure if this was real. But it was, and you would savor every moment you get to spend with him being yours, because he just means that much to you.

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You, Me, and Forever

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie Munson has never been careful. He loves big, loud, and without hesitation.

The ring wasn’t anything fancy.

No diamond, no fancy box.

Just a simple silver band, a little worn but still beautiful.

Eddie turned it over in his fingers, his leg bouncing slightly like he was nervous.

Because he was. Very.

“I know this isn’t how it’s supposed to go,” he said, his voice rough. “I didn’t plan a big thing, didn’t ask your dad or get some expensive ring.” He took a breath, looking at you like you were the only thing in the world.

Because to him, you were.

“But I swear, I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

You sat next to him on the floor of his trailer, your backs against the couch, an open pizza box beside you.

The TV hummed in the background, but neither of you paid attention to it anymore.

“You’re serious?” you asked, staring at the ring.

Eddie let out a nervous laugh. “Dead serious.” He ran a hand through his hair, messing up his curls even more. “I know we’re young, and maybe it’s crazy, but I don’t care. I just know I want you. Forever.”

Your heart pounded in your chest so hard it almost hurt. So loud, you were sure he could hear it.

Forever.

Eddie had always been wild. You often found him throwing himself into things without fear, never holding back. And now, he was doing the same with you.

And you loved him so much for it.

Your throat felt tight, your hands shaking just a little.

Eddie swallowed hard, suddenly realising that it might have been too much for you. “Shit, you don’t have to say yes, I just-”

“Yes,” you whispered.

His eyes widened. “What?”

You reached for his hand, guiding him as he slid the ring onto your finger. It was a little big, but it didn’t matter.

“Ask me again,” you said.

Eddie’s forehead pressed against yours, his breath warm. “Marry me.”

You smiled and confidently spoke up once more. “Yes.”

And then he kissed you.

Not soft, not careful, after all, Eddie didn’t do anything halfway.

His hands tangled in your hair, pulling you close, kissing you like he was afraid you’d disappear.

Eddie loved with all of his being.

And you’d never wanted anything more.

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Eddie leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching you with a smirk.

“You’re gonna kill me, Sweetheart.”

You raised a brow. “Oh yeah?”

He pushed off the counter, closing the space between you. “Yeah. Every single day.”

Your back pressed against the counter as his hands rested on your hips.

“You’re silly,” you whispered, fingers running into his curls.

“And you’re beautiful, and funny. And way too good for a guy like me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Eddie-”

“I’m serious.” He cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. “I don’t know how I got this lucky, but I’m never letting go.”

You smiled, tilting your head. “You’re really bad at shutting up, you know that?”

He grinned. “Then make me.”

So you kissed him.

Eddie loved loud. He loved you.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Damn... I have no words

Emperor Commodus & Emperor Geta

Gladiator I & II 💪🏼🏛️🗡️🛡️🔥

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Eddie Munson Lips (2/?)

Enjoy it, you slutty whore

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I got somebody. Rafael Barba. He's the guy that put away the two johns for raping a prostitute. [Yeah, that was a tough case. I thought he was in Brooklyn.] He was. Just requested a lateral to Manhattan. Guy's got big brass...ego. Raúl Esparza as A.D.A RAFAEL BARBA LAW & ORDER: Special Victims Unit

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@getaapologist I'm having bad thoughts (but I kind of like it 😉)

Fingers in his own mouth Friday… please respect my privacy in this time.

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Bob deserved better!!!

Maybe it makes them feel powerful. But hey, look at me now! I get to date Joyce Byers! Are you kidding me? Ha! I get to date Joyce Byers!

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@getaapologist I want one 😫

EMPEROR CARACALLA and EMPEROR GETA Gladiator II (2024)

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Well, this was interesting

Type ‘literally my character” on Pinterest and choose 6 photos

Thank you for the tag @thecreelhouse ❤️😊

This just about sums it up.

NP tags: @bunnyhargrove @teen--marvel @starksbabie @stardancerluv @buckysgrace @phantomdreamgirl @professionalpromqueen @keeryhours @shes-an-odd-bird

And of course anyone else who'd like to!

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I know you love Geta's neck (and I get it too), but I have a hand kink myself, and I would love to have a touchstarved Geta with a girl who is obsessed with his hands. (But I wish Caracalla would get some love too).

Hope this will suffice!

Pour wine. Replenish empty glasses. Stand stock still otherwise. Avoid all eye contact. Do not stare at them.

This was what you were told before an amphora of sweet wine was shoved into your hands and you were thrust into the revelry, directed to the back of the room to relieve another.

They were quite thirsty tonight, someone commented.

As you approached where they sat, elevated above all others, you caught a glimpse of golden laurels before you looked down, away from their radiance lest you get yourself in trouble.

They were guests of the master of the household, a senator. Why they had to come here instead of hosting others in their palace, you couldn’t begin to guess. It wasn’t any of your business anyway. 

As you passed a small side table on one end of the long couch, you looked down at it. There were a few cups, all nearly empty. You rushed to fill them, careful not to spill. Right as you finished, a hand adorned in rings reached out, picking up one of the glasses. 

The rings were gold, large dark stones embedded in each, adorning every finger. All different shapes and sizes, they still somehow formed a coherent aesthetic. You couldn’t help yourself as your eyes traced the path of the cup in his hand. He moved it into his right hand, the wine sloshing as he let out a great laugh. 

Ruby red robes threaded with fine gold covered him, his shoulders shrouded in the thick cloth. As more laughter tumbled from his lips, he brought the cup up, his wide grin pressed to the rim, his head turning, and turning, until—stormy blue eyes, like sea glass, full of curiosity, stared back.

Feeling a chill fall over your shoulders, you quickly looked away, settling on the soft, ring-adorned hand now resting on the arm of the couch. You wondered if he’d ever worked a day in his life.

Bright eyes filled your sightline without warning, curiosity still there. You very nearly dropped the amphora, a grave mistake, to be sure. 

“More wine?” He questioned, his eyebrows lifting as he held out his cup. It wasn’t empty, but you knew better than to question him, quickly refilling the glass. You quickly continued on your way around the back of the couch, eager to leave the strange encounter. You felt flushed, embarrassed at being caught looking. 

Admiring? No, surely not. You didn’t admire anything. There was no capacity to admire when your life was work.

The other side table. Only one glass. Empty. 

Pour. Pour and do not spill. Do not look. 

Your hands were so unsteady after the encounter. So you reached for the cup, fingers brushing over the glass. 

Now pour, go slowly.

A large hand overtook yours, the heat of it travelling up your arm as the ringed fingers touched yours.

“No more.”

An involuntary response, you looked up. You were frozen in place, honeyed walnut eyes keeping you there, the dismissive way they regarded you morphing into a passing interest.

“Emperor?” The high, feminine voice shattered the stare, and his eyes darted up to appraise the woman perched on the arm of the couch. 

Sucking in a breath, you returned to yourself, hoping for the life of you that no one saw your exchange. 

Either of them.

You moved to withdraw your fingers from the empty cup, muttering an apology, dear Emperor, forgive me, but his hand didn’t move. Instead, his grip tightened, and you glanced around, as if looking for help.

“You look frightened.”

You didn’t dare look up this time, lest you get caught up again. Instead, you studied the earthy jewel tones of his rings, the stones likely carefully chosen, plucked from the earth to sit atop the fingers of an Emperor. 

Fingers that led to knuckles that led to the back of his hand. Tendons visible as his grip remained enduring, the veins passing over them standing out, blue green beneath his fair skin. 

His wrist was wrapped in a thin silver band, polished to a shine. 

Would it be cool to the touch?

His fingers pulled yours away from the cup. His grip was firm but not unwelcome. HIs palm was hot, hotter than his fingers as it pressed to the back of your hand, fingers wrapping around the side of your own palm, pulling it ever so slightly towards him. The tendons flexed as he adjusted his grip, as if he never intended to let go.

Foolish.

“Look at me.”

You obeyed, trapped at once by the sharp look he regarded you with. Surely someone was observing this, would run to tell someone that you were incapable of performing a task as simple as pouring wine. 

“What is your name?”

His words startled you, and your own name tumbled from your lips in a gasp, feeling unfamiliar.

“You belong to Thraex?”

You found yourself nodding, eyes expanding your view of him, noting the soft wave to his sunny, golden-spun hair, laurels nestled among it. The way his full, pale pink lips were slightly parted, as if he might be breathing a bit heavily himself, or readying himself to speak again.

You waited for him to release your hand, eyes falling to where he held it. He turned your hand over, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand as he inspected your palm. He might find your toughened skin, calluses, whereas his were smooth, soft, unsullied by hard labor.

“Go and collect your things. You will return with us.”

You found your voice in your shock, eyes snapping to meet his. “E-Emperor?”

The corners of his lips curled up in amusement, the glint in his eye maddening. “Would you like to stay?”

“No,” you answered without thinking.

He looked satisfied. “Good, little lamb. Now go.”

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"I am a vessel. Fill me with vengeance and vanquish the betrayer."

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Another one of my favorite female characters ever.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005) dir. Joe Wright

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One of my favorite female characters ever!

LITTLE WOMEN (2019) dir. Greta Gerwig

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This is definitely more than what I was hoping for in your answer... about 10% (just kidding).

They both deserved better than what they got.

I'm just curious; it's obvious you love Geta, but I'm just wondering how you reel about Caracalla, and do you think they both could've been saved?

Sorry this took so long to answer! I was waiting until I could sit at my computer and type out a more eloquent response.

I love Caracalla! I think we got a very narrow view of both Emperors because of the small number of scenes with them, but I HC that of the twins, Caracalla was trained in politics, and his brother could've been a decent general, but at some point it went to hell. I'm not sure if that was their father dying, or what. It's not clear how much time they've been in their roles (someone please correct me if there's a more definite answer) and it seems like without guidance, they veer towards overindulgence because it's what they're surrounded with.

I think if someone with better intentions were near, they could've been steered away from the outcome they got by bringing Macrinus into their inner circle. The other senators largely do not seem to dislike the parties and wealth they enjoy either.

They're two halves of what would've been an interesting whole, and they seem almost entirely unable to act separately from the other. I think Caracalla is content to relinquish responsibility to his brother because it takes pressure off him, and I think viewing Geta as his protector in childhood gives off the vibe that Caracalla is very much a younger brother in this scenario despite his words to Macrinus later. I think while things are good, and both brothers are satisfied, all is well and sharing a rule is easy. But when things become uncertain or uncomfortable, it seems like Caracalla enjoys pointing out his brother's weakness or ineptitude without putting himself in a similar situation where he may have a blunder of his own. He tends to freeze as well in very frightening situations, probably used to his brother intervening to help protect him. They have their guards as well.

I wish we got more time with them to explore their bond a bit more. But all in all, I adore Caracalla, and I'm coming around to him more and more. Also, I love his outfits and would wear the hell out of them if I could.

I hope this is at least 5% of what you were looking for when you sent this in!