#Bath & Body Works

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[thebookishcrypt]

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[apothekaries]

also what is up with these suggestions in the tags

[ur-mag]

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[schrodinger-swriter]

Can I request Lucifer or Sir pentious with a reader on her period. My cramps are KILLING ME!

Lucifer x Reader who is on their period

I've already done Sir Pentious a few days ago... funnily enough because my own cramps were also killing me... aha! Still are, sadly </3

Pre period cramps... the bane of my existence...

Sir Pentious post

As an aside, before I get into the real care headcanons. It is known that Lucifer does not... see the Sinners are ideal. In fact I would even go as far as to headcanon that sometimes he regrets giving them the ability to have free will. Of course, that's because he thinks he's using them as a waste... But perhaps the other.. things that came with biting the apple give him some guilt. It feels like a real slap to the face when ultimately he's kind of the reason you're in pain currently.

He's extra attentive during this time of the month, and very good at keeping up with your cycle. He tends to amp up the days before it starts, making sure you're as comfortable as possible before and during the week. He may even call off work to keep an eye on you... do you need an excuse when you're your own boss?

He gives you massages, and if he had a warm body he would lay himself against you to soothe your cramps. Alas, he's rather cool to the touch... running a bath is the next best thing, or perhaps getting a heating pad. Cooking is completely over taken by him, and he tends to put his own food cravings off to the side for you when it comes to meals, instead making you what you want.

Unlike Pentious in his own post, he is already well aware of how periods work as well as all kinds of different remedies to soothe symptoms. This is likely from the guilt mentioned above, but also because of Lilith and Charlie.

He seems like the type to take you out to dinner when you're feeling better... as a way to celebrate that you've pulled through another painful cycle...

[poetryvampire]

Well, I feel like utter trash tonight so

Rating BG3 men on how well they'd take care of you on your period

This is dumb and not well thought out and probably a bit bias let's gooo

Gale 🔮 Sweetheart cannot read the room bless him. Is so ready to help easy the pain, he's cracking open dusty books, going through all his herbs, spends all day trying to craft the best potion for your needs. Very sweet but honestly Tara sitting on your lap is doing a fine job. Once you get him to cuddle you're golden 6/10

Wyll ⚔️ Cmon. Are you kidding me? He's got you babe. Need something picked up? Done. Craving something? Made. Just want to lay around in bed all day? Hell yeah he's right there with you, you couldn't get out of his arms if you wanted to.Also a fan of romance novels? Wyll would 100% read to you. Like voices and everything, really amps up the mellow drama. He's happy to keep you laughing or get sultry with it. Makes a great opening act to spicy times. 10/10

Halsin 🐻 Woof. Very happy to help chase away those cramps by some good old fashioned pounding you into the earth. You're not gonna be able to feel anything after he gets his paws on you. Not put off by blood that's nature ba-by. Also pls consider bear sized teddy cuddles. 7/10

Astarion 🍷 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 9/10

Rolan ✨️ As usual baby boy is too awkward to live. Not like super knowledgeable about them but wants to help you the best he can. Won't ask you directly though. Is a very quick study and takes note of what you need and like. If you need space or want to be glued to him hes already in place.If you're the kind of person that's laid up with cramps for a day or two he just happens to have those days off to be with you. You'll go for a hot water bottle and the kettle is already on. Honestly after awhile he knows your cycle better than you do. 8/10

Zevlor 🔥 If there's one thing this man knows it's being sore. It just comes with being a swordsman and an older gentleman. He is a god of working out sore muscles. Feeling achy? He goes all the way. Expect a long bath with a full body massage. He's gonna work out every inch of you and praise you like his personal god. Very patient really gonna go for the slow burn from sensual to sexual. Doesn't even expect anything back just wants to make you feel good. Will turn a downer day into a wildly romantic night. 11/10

Haarlep 😈 Couldnt give less of a shit. It's not that he's put off by it, he's had lots of experience with them but it doesn't do anything for him either. As for your suffering? He's a little empathetic, poor mortal with your poor weak body. That being said he does like you and to cuddle once in awhile so if you need some comfort he'll be there. 3/10

Raphael 👿 Jfc listen, he's waaaaay into it but will Not admit. In fact goes out of his way to let you know how off putting it is. He'll tell you how its nice to know you could still bare his young, like if he let's you. Loves the thought of breeding you and just the simple humanity of it that gets him. He cannot keep his hands off you but again will not admit why and will get mad about it. Like, how dare you look so good now of all times it's so rude. Guess I have to fuck you even though your pathetic little body keeps getting blood on my sheets smh -3/10

[wileys-russo]

you NEED to write something about one of these

https://www.thesun.co.uk/sport/24371723/arsenal-england-leah-williamson-alex-scott-red-carpet/amp/

+ the gucci exhibition outfit

we are getting fed🧎🏼‍♀️

heels II l.williamson

"how's your thesis going then pretty girl?" arms wrapped around you as leah rested her chin atop your head, gently massaging your shoulders as you welcomed the girls slender fingers attacking the knots in your muscles which had been cramped over your laptop all day.

"it’s getting there." you sighed, eyes closing as your head slumped back a little in relief. "do you have time to help me with my makeup please?" the blonde asked hopefully, kissing your cheeky sweetly as you nodded.

"of course baby. now?" you offered looking up at her with a smile. "yes please, thank you." she mumbled against your lips as she kissed you, stealing the breath from your lungs before pulling away and offering her hand.

helping you up you followed her to the bathroom where she'd already laid everything out. "i tried to make it easier." leah gestured as you smiled, pecking her lips and gesturing for her to sit on the edge of the bath.

"what are you wearing?" you asked curiously, her hands resting on your hips as you stood between her legs, starting to do her base. "you'll see later. but its black!" she smiled, eyes closed as you frowned but hummed, knowing the woman was far too stubborn to give in if you'd bothered to try and get it out of her.

"i got cleared to wear heels again today." leah grinned once you'd finished her base, tapping her shoulders as you rifled through your makeup trying to work out what you wanted to do for her eyes.

"every little change is one step closer to being back on the pitch. i am so proud of you lee." you smiled, your eyes shone with pride as you rewarded her with a kiss, your girlfriend mumbling how grateful she was for your support.

"so you said black. what do you want for your eyes then babe? are you taking a statement bag or a clutch or anything?" you asked, hands on hips as you surveyed her. "mm something light? you know what i like." the blonde shrugged and you nodded, grabbing what you wanted as she closed her eyes again.

"all done." you stole a kiss once you'd finished as her blue eyes fluttered open. "you look gorgeous. i'll leave you to get ready, did you want anything to eat before you go? or leave you something leftover for later?" you questioned as the older girl stood.

"you look gorgeous. but no that's alright love, they'll feed me there and i'm not sure when i'll be home." she smiled apologetically as you nodded in understanding, not the biggest lover of social events you never minded a night in on your own, understanding from the get go that they were a key part of leahs job.

your relationship with the english captain wasn't a secret but it was private, and so you accompanied her to the occasional event at her request but mostly you were happy to support her from afar, comforted in knowing that it was your bed she always returned to afterwards anyway.

it was around an hour later when leah emerged again, smiling in amusement watching your body sway to and fro to the music gently floating around the kitchen as you cooked. your back facing her you hadn't noticed her presence yet.

"mmm dinner and a show? i'm almost tempted not to leave." leah joked, eyes fixated on your behind in a pair of very short shorts, her hoodie adoring your top half as you jumped, caught off guard at her voice as you spun around clutching your chest in surprise.

but nothing compared to the surprise felt as you took your girlfriend in, fixated on what she was wearing, or more specifically what she wasn't wearing.

"jesus fucking christ leah." you breathed out quietly, jaw hanging slack as the defender smirked, your reaction all she'd been hoping for and more. "do we like?" she cocked an eyebrow toward you as you nodded wordlessly.

the tiny black skirt had a small arch up the side, showing off her incredibly tanned thigh, the short length only highlighting the blondes gorgeously long legs.

her top, if you could even call it that, resembled more that of a bikini as it clung to her chest, barely covering her breasts.

her toned abs were out on full display which practically left you drooling, your head a fuzzy mess as you'd become accustomed to her leaning more into her masculinity when dressing.

but tonight gone were the tailored suits, dress shoes, button ups and jorts. she was a picture of feminine ethereal radiance and your entire body was screaming for her. a million and one thoughts raced through your mind as leah slowly advanced toward you, heels clicking against the hardwood floor.

"you look so very cute when you're flustered baby." she purred, hands flat against the counter, arms either side of you trapping you between her scantily clad body and the counter.

her lips ghosted yours teasingly, warm breath fanning your face. you almost moaned as you craned your neck up to kiss her and she pulled her head back with an infuriatingly sexy smirk.

normally a good head taller than you on an average day, in her heels leah towered over you, her hand grabbing your chin as her thumb stroked your jaw, her rings cold against your skin.

"be a good girl and wait up for me baby, i'll see you when i get home." she whispered, leaning in as if to kiss you, lips instead pressing to your forehead fondly.

"are you seriously going to call me a good girl dressed like that and leave without even giving me a proper kiss?" you managed out in disbelief, slumping against the counter as she backed off.

"mm, have a nice night darling." she blew you a kiss and just like that her heels clacked away and you heard the front door close before you could even breathe, feet rooted firmly to the floor.

some days you were convinced she would be the death of you.

[angel-of-the-moons]

Khonshu Pregnant S/O Headcanons

Khonshu x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: SFW and NSFW Headcanons. Fluff, Pregnancy kink, lactation kink, fingering, size difference, might be some mythological inaccuracies because I can't remember if he fathered and other gods etc

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Had an iffy day today and this just popped into my head. Have fun alshlsh

SFW:

He isn't associated with fertility for nothing. When you forget to take your birth control (as of that'd work against a god's seed anyway) and you two overindulge in one another on the peak of a crescent moon, a child was inevitable.

Protectiveness amped up to 100000%, the old man will follow you around even during the day.

Also low-key jealous. You have that beautiful glow about you, especially in the early days of your pregnancy. When the light hits you, it's as if the world around you stops to admire you.

And.... so do other men. Your breasts swelling, your figure becomes alluring to them. Perhaps an effect of the divine child growing within your womb? Either way he isn't above knocking shit off grocery store shelves and hurling them at the men who try to flirt with you.

When he feels the fools aren't getting the message... Khonshu will don his lesser-seen human form.

A hand on your back, a cold glare, and a subtle "Love" tends to intimidate them. Even if he may not look to threatening in just a plain white suit.

Finds any excuse to touch your belly. Whether you're one week into your pregnancy or well into your second trimester, he will touch your baby.

The life inside of you is precious, as this would be his firstborn. One he never thought he would attain.

Always reaches the top shelf for you, will not let you climb a step ladder, even if it is just one or two steps. Can't risk a fall.

Will run you nice baths with oils and incense to help you relax; washes your body with the most gentle touch many would assume he didn't have.

Lets you curl up in his lap to sleep, especially if your back hurts and you need to sleep sitting up.

Will massage you as best he can as your pregnancy progresses, will totally rub your swollen ankles as well.

Did I mention his big ass hands?

The old bird can and will lift your belly up to ease the strain off of you, and hold it as long as you are comfortable.

The best way, you've noticed, to get him to stop lecturing Marc, Steven and Jake is to gasp loudly, acting as if the baby has kicked you too roughly.

You wink at the boys and silently urge them to flee while Khonshu is distracted with checking your belly out for any anomalies.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT:

With pregnancy, comes changes to your body that he both anticipated and... not. This includes your raging hormones and how needy you became when they raged within you.

Is definitely down to have sex with you. However, he will not risk it in his godly form, so if you want him inside of you, he would don his human one instead and take you that way.

When he isn't in his human form, his hands will do nicely, they fill you and stretch you wonderfully and make you ache in the most pleasurable ways.

Massages the hell out of your breasts. A little too much, you'd argue, but the ease of the ache in them is too much to ignore.

And once your milk starts flowing, the man will want a taste of you. In every. Sense. Of. The word.

Him latching on to drink from you is far more relieving than him simply massaging you.

"It will help you grow accustomed to the feeling when you feed our child." He tells you.

Yeah right. Bullshit, especially with how he will either fuck you or curl and thrust his fingers inside of you as he does this.

He rarely finishes inside of you when you're pregnant. He almost always prefers to finish on your belly, as if to mark you.

As if carrying his child and the bruises he leaves on your hips didn't mark you enough already...

Cradles your belly when you are laying on your side and he is thrusting lazily into you from behind, whispering sinful words of praise into your ear until he has you coming undone with the most lurid of cries.

He won't admit it, but he does like to take you from behind while you are pregnant, his hand smoothing up the curve of your spine.

Definitely prefers it if you are on your back, looking up at him so he can admire your face and changing body.

Another thing... he loves it when you ride or grind on him. He will guide you with his hands, making sure you aren't going too fast or rough, he will roll his hips to meet you as gently as possible.

But this position in particular he likes because it allows him to touch you because he doesn't need to constantly hold you to ensure comfort.

His hands will roam you; your face, your chest, your belly, your hips; he will even stimulate your clit for you to make you cum faster, because he loves watching how your eyes roll back and the pleasure overtakes your face.

Oh... And you're crazy if you think he wants to stop at one. Even if it pisses off the other gods; your body is too delicious a temptation to resist filling with his seed again and again.

[neonovember]

Golden Boy

part three of three

warnings; filth, angst, lover boy, self deprecation, anxiety, mentions of death, smut, heartbreak, fluff, face fucking, oral (m recieving), piv (wrap it yall), 18+, explicit language, Richie, carmen being in love, the nickname bear, some very not so slef inserted heartbreak and love confessions

w/c: 6k

a/n: this request really changed from a drabble to a 3 part series holy fuck i need a job, but really this is actually so self fulfilling to be able to deliver your requests about a character i love we all love so much! it’s like we’ve created this aesome little community here :) i love this universe sooo much so be sure there will be drabbles connected to this series

BEAR COMES OUT IN LESS THAN A DAY! LET’S START AMPING IT UP

also if anyone was wondering how i’d imagine high school!carmen it would honestly be this one edit i saw of lip ages ago lmaoo

The dull rain of the shower resounded through your bathroom, the rest of your things had been delivered in the early Friday morning, and you rushed to enjoy the high water pressure Mae had boasted about before you moved in.

The steam has begun to fog up your mirror, and you wipe a hand across it, your reflection distorted between the streaks of your fingertips. Today was the day. You would finally see Carmen again and your body was racked with fear like it was the day you left him.

After you had come back from the Farmers Market, you had received a text from Sugar, and you spent the afternoon unloading everything to her about work, your move back and most importantly Carmen. 

You and Sugar had grown close after you and Carmen had become friends, in fact, you had grown close to the entire family before you left for New York. And all it took was a phone call for you and Sugar to fall back into that familiarity once again, all you hoped was that it would be the same for you and Carmen.

Once Mae had finished up with work, the both of you, as promised shared a bottle of a wine and a blunt where she had squealed at your news of the dinner, and, despite your protests on the phone brought a rosy hued summer dress that she had begged you to keep. 

It was left on a hanger on the door hook, and you stare at the gorgeous wave of the hem, and dip of the neckline that you had got you looking at Mae in doubt. She had screamed when you had tried it now, boasting about her amazing fashion sense and how utterly ruined Carmen would be.

You steered clear from feeding into her delusions, Carmen could be married for god's sake, whilst you were thinking if he would like the colour of your dress. He was not though, you had practically burned the entire timeline of his socials into your retina and there had not been a single indication of Carmen having a partner. But he had always been sort of secretive, and you couldn't hold onto the hope that Carmen hadn’t taken a liken to any one of the hundred girls that threw themselves at him.

I mean, it wasn't like he was waiting for you, right?

The heat of the shower spread through your body and you sighed in relief as the water loosened the soreness of your muscles that had begun to ache. You had a couple hours until the time Sugar and Richie had told you to come in, and you spent it leisurely, washing your hair carefully, and scrubbing your skin clean with the multitude of products you had accumulated the second you had more money to spend on just food, rent and utilities. 

You forget to put a bath mat near the shower, and the cool stone is stained with your wet footsteps. You make quick work of drying yourself off before reaching for the same old bottle of shea butter you hadn't stopped using since high school. It was on its last leg, the worn label tearing apart, and soon enough you would have to cut it open to get to the last droplets. Old habits die hard and you had been a broke college student for a long fucking time.

After you've finished with your makeup and curling your hair so that it lay in soft blown out curls, you carefully and not so gracefully step into the dress. You don't own a lot of nice pieces like this, and you were forever grateful to Mae for coming in the way she did even despite your protests. 

Because as you stare at yourself in the mirror, you realise you look pretty fucking hot. You put on the last of your jewellery, spritz yourself with some perfume, before sliding your feet into flats that wouldn't destroy your feet. You reach for your phone, the time flashing 6:30 and later than you had anticipated.

Stress fills you at the thought of coming late, especially since you really only knew three people there, but you force yourself to calm down with a breath, realising the beef was only a 5 minute drive from your place anyway.

The drive to the Beef was one that was filled with anxiety and glee, you couldn't help keeping the smile off your face as you passed through the familiar roads leading up to the family restaurant. Despite the familiarity of the streets, your mind always finds its way back to the most familiar place of all, Carmen. You wonder what he might look like all grown into himself, you've followed his many strides in the culinary world, even if you didn't understand a bit of the kitchen itself, but you were unbelievably proud of every award he had and numerous received. But that had been all online, to see Carmen in person was a whole different thing entirely.

It was an experience, to see the way he’d body moved, from the light touches of his fingers helping you play guitar to the way he glided through the kitchen concentrating on cooking you up new recipes he’d made.

He’d take criticism from only you, even if Mickey's loud booming voice intercepted your comments from across the kitchen island. You had to sniffle back tears at the memory of it, Mickey and Carmen were so incredibly close, you feel like a fraud having not been there for him when he died, how could you even call yourself his friend? 

The truth was, you and Carmen had a horrible way of dealing with grief, you were battling with your own loss at the time, getting news of Micheal’s death only months after your own Father had died from a drunk driver. You had come back to Chicago for the funeral before running back to New York and stuffing yourself with your work. The pain had been too great then and the regret of leaving your brother and mother to clean up the mess had eaten you alive for years. 

You and Carmen had a habit of stuffing your emotions into tight spaces. Your father, Mickey, the both of your absence in each other's lives, it was a grief you wore well.

In the knots in your shoulder, in the bags underneath your eyes, in the aching hearth of your heart, in the emptiness of your suppressed stomach. As well as you could anyway.

But the world keeps turning, and the view of the renovated Beef catches your eye as you shakily turn into the car park adjacent. You can’t run now, there isn’t a back door you can slip through and a plane you can catch to escape the reality of your past. 

This was it, had this been what you had waited for? 

You can feel your heart in your throat as you walk through the car park, the soft lantern lights hanging across the top of the restaurant in ribbons. The place had changed from the last time you'd seen it, the rotting wood replaced with pristine painted planks and the cloudy windows now crystal clear. It even had a name change, replaced instead with the unmistakable nickname of Carmen,

Bear

Sugar had texted you to meet at the front, and as you bite your lip in anticipation, you see a blonde haired woman shout back a swear before walking towards the front of the Beef, her eyes catching you through the front windows, shooting up in surprise and glee, before rushing through the doors.

“Holy fucking shit! You were always hot Bug but goddamn, you outdid yourself! How are you my love?” Sugar replies, reaching to gather you in her arms. 

You press your face into the familiar scent of her, and you sigh in relief as your fears begin to dissolve, you weren't utterly alone here.

“I’m so glad you could make it, Carm is going to fucking implode when he see’s you” Sugar whispers with a grin, in which u shake yout head with a chuckle.

“Uh I don’t know about that, we haven’t really talked in, well, since High school” You reply honestly, you may have lied to Richie, but you couldn't escape Sugar’s bull-shit- detector gaze.

“You both were always so scared to make the first move, Mikey had to hold me back a couple times from just locking you both in a room and forcing you both to confess” Sugar replies with a grin

“Confess? What do you mean” You reply, and Sugar shakes her head with a chuckle,

“Don’t bullshit me Bug, it’s as clear as day. You both were inseparable then, and you will be inseparable now, everyone has their own timeline.”

You nod with a sigh, rubbing your eyes as you thought back to the call you had received asking you to join the design group in charge of revamping Madison Avenue. So much had changed since then, and it was about time that you faced what you couldn't 8 years ago.

“You changed him, ya know?” Sugar says, all of a sudden into the comfortable silence between you.

“Hm?” You reply

“I don’t know. Carm, he’s just, he’s distant, always has been. And then somehow, you became friends and there was this just change in him. He started to smile and laugh more, started opening up to us, because of you. Whether or not you realise it, you marked him in a way that was permanent you know? And when you left- well, it all went to shit, he was fucking destroyed and the only person that could help him was Mikey, and you, you get the rest of it” Sugar sighs, shaking her head as you stare at her.

“Sometimes, I’d bring you up, or-or we’d be talking about a new building, architecture or whatever, anything that related to you, and you'd just see him shutdown. He needs you hun, he doesn’t realise it but its like he’s fucking decaying without you.”

Anyone else and you would have shaken your head, but it was Sugar, and all the years you've known her she hadn't once sugar coated anything. 

“It was always going to be Carm, Sugar. A million times over and it would always be him” You reply, a tight smile on your face as you try and blink back tears, and she nods with a frown. 

“No crying, god I told myself I wouldn't cry” Sugar says, shaking her body as you laugh, sliding a hand in hers before walking into the Bear.

You aren't given enough time to investigate the changes to the restaurant, eyes glancing at pictures frames and stainless kitchen benches before stepping into a decorated back dining space, fixed with a long table covered with steaming plates of food and entrees. 

The sound of your footsteps has the entire room coming to a halt, and you scan the many people seated at the long table, their eyes watching you with a look of surprise before recognition floods across them. 

You can't recognise a single face, all unfamiliar to you but you get the strange feeling they know who you are, as they await for you to speak.

“Uh, Hello, um, you all probably have no idea who I am and this is kind of weird so-” You ramble nervously, trying and failing to introduce yourself to the many people watching your every move.

“Oh carino, you are gorgeous! You must be Carmen’s friend?” A short hispanic woman grins, making her way over to pull you into a hug, and the move causes the entire table of people to come over and introduce themselves. 

You can’t stop keeping the smile off your face, as you learn about each of the amazing people around you who have kept your sweet boy company. They were incredible, and you don’t doubt they shared a bond you only ever built working together, piecing together where Carmen had spent his time, and recognising the glimpses of faces you had seen on the walls you had walked by.

You converse easily with Sydney, a young aspiring chef who had kept Carmen on his toes, but your mind isn’t exactly present. Your eyes are glancing every second at the door, waiting for the man you've been dreaming of since you were 18 to walk through those doors.

You hear a tumble coming from the back door leading to the alleyway behind the Bear, before the familiar voice of Richie yells out incoherent curse words. You aren't able to prepare yourself for the footsteps coming up the steps and into the entrance of the dining room before Carmen cerulean blues catch you immediately. 

His eyes take their time with you, indulging in the peek of skin from the slit in the dress, before they trail up to your hips, snaking around your waist and blinking back at the dip of your cleavage. Carmen is undone, entranced by the way you hug and fill out the dress so perfectly, it does something to him he feels guilty about. Like the moments he would thrust up into the column of his fists after that one party where you leaned against him, or when he remembered the taste of your body wash.

Carmen is scared to move his eyes up to your face, fearing that he will be irrevocably gone if he does, but he does it anyway, because he's wasted enough time without you, and he can’t bear the seconds past him by without seeing the face he's dreamt of since forever

Carmen has to reach for the table near him, gripping the wood in his fists as he steadies himself when he sees you for the first time. He has to bite back his immediate response to let out a swear, his eyes trailing along every curve and line of your features he has begun to forget. The rush of memories, and feelings of you unleash within him like an unyielding current, breaking down every wall and shield he’s put up to stop it. It was fruitless, Carmen knew one day it would all come crashing down, because it was always going to be you, a thousand times over.

You let out a shaky breath as you catch his eyes fluttering over every single feature, you should feel self conscious but you don’t, you bare your entire self to him. You furrow your brow as you take in the honey caramel wisps of his hair pushed behind his ears. Your eyes catch the numerous inked sketches running along his arms and hands, you yearn to run your fingers along them, feel his veins jut out, they trail up his arm, like a stream and you have to swallow back the desire that had begun to unfurl at the vision in front of you.

He was utterly beautiful, his clean shirt contorted and stretched from the sheer size of him, the muscle and girth of his biceps and shoulders were so different to the lanky teenager you fell in love with. You feel a sadness at the thought of not seeing him since then, it had truly been too long. 

He still wore his chef apron, though it lay untied and around his neck like he had quickly run into the kitchen to fix something.

You don’t know how you’re able to form the words, but you can hear yourself calling his name like a plead

“Hey Bear” You whisper, the tears at your waterline one whisper away from falling

And it’s the simple sound of your voice that has Carmen crashing and falling, swallowing back tightly.

“Hey” 

You can make out Sugar calling everyone out to the front of the house, mumbling about flying pigs or whatever conjured up lie to leave you both alone. But it’s practically white noise around you, as your eyes remain forever on Carmen, like they always wore.

There's a silence that stretches between you two, and you feel the distance between you both from your fingertips.

“Thought I told you I’d punch your stomach if you cried” You say with a smile, tears falling down your cheeks and Carmen crumbles at your words, it's like his been hit by a freight truck, when you reminder of that day, but he still lets out chuckle, looking up at you with a grin.

“So I hear you're redesigning our very own Madison Avenue?” Carmen says, and it's like he’s been practising and rehearing the sentence over and over in his mind, it sounds more like a script than something he truly wants to say.

And you see through his bullshit, turning your head to the side as you look at him like he's translucent, and Carmen gives up before he is even able to start, what’s the point of faking it now when you could both see through each other.

“God, you're beautiful” Carmen says after a beat, the blues of his iris crashing and falling into a deeper depth as he looks at you. You blush, you never blush, you only ever blush for Bear.

“Carmen..” You whisper, the tears continuing to fall and roll down your neck

“Why didn't I tell you? God why didn't I?” Carmen says in a tight voice, like he's holding himself back, like he's holding himself from breaking, and you want to reach out and hold him instead.

You feel your heart drop, as you look up at him in anticipation, no no no??. You didn’t run half way across the state, you didn't spend years searching for Carmen in relationships and first dates, no- how? All this time. All this fucking time you could have spent with him, whether long distance, in New York, whatever, you would’ve made it work, hell you would have travelled endlessly for him.

“Why didn't you?” You breathe out. letting every tear and cry loose. And Carmen lets out a breath, your eyes communicating what your mouth could not for 10 years, letting your body shake with grief at the truth of it all.

Carmen feels his entire world breaking, he can feel the ground beneath him shake, he is consumed with you, you you you, and always and forever you.

“All this time..” Carm replies, shaking his head, laughing a little to himself as he stares at you in grief and love

“Yeah” You chuckle, before tears spill down your cheeks, and Carmen kind of breaks too, all the worries and missed time and love you would have shared out in the open between you. You both had been so foolish, so wrapped up in the fear of rejection/ruining your friendship you had ruined it all instead.

“I love you, I have loved you the moment I walked you home. I have loved you desperately, I loved you from afar, I have loved even when you didn’t know it”

“God Carmy, my sweet golden boy, I always knew it” You sniffle, and Carmen scrunches his eyebrows, grinding his teeth against his jaw as he shakes his head, undoing his apron so that he doesn’t get your gorgeous dress dirty, pulling you close to him. You reach for his hand, its size massive in yours, as you bring it to your chest

“You feel that? My heart beats for you Carmen, only you, forever you” You whisper, as you hold onto his hand tight

“I was just- I was so scared, so scared that I would ruin everything, our friendship, it was the one thing going for me and I couldn’t ask you, I couldn’t ask you to love me?” Carmen says, shaking his head like even saying the words felt stupid

“Carmen you are worth loving, I loved you then and I love you now. Sugar was telling me about how I changed you and you know what I was thinking the entire time? How everytime I think back to those years before my heart just aches. It aches because I have always been searching for you, Carm, my body yearns and reaches for you every day, you were the one thing that made me feel like I could make it out of here. That if I tried hard enough, if I had you believing in me too, I could really do it.

“And you know what Carmen? I did do it, I’m back in Chicago designing something that I believe in and I still feel so out of place. I feel scattered, like half of my body and mind is missing, and I’ve always known, even when I didn’t, that you kept that part of me. You held it safe, and I want it back, I want you back Carmen. I want my boy back.” 

“It was always going to be you Carm, that’s the truth, I love I love I love love love you” You breathe out, your heart hammering against your chest as you let all the chips fall where they may, you each Carmens face, trying to decipher the look on his face.

You want to know what he's thinking, have you scared him? Does he not love you anymore? And it's like Carmen can tell the thoughts are consuming you because you can't think of them anymore, in fact you can't think at all except the feel of Carmen lips pushed up against your own.

They’re pillowy and soft, and it takes you a second before you kiss him back with such reverence that you swallow back each other’s groans. You don’t come up for air, you won't, you can't let him slip through your fingers again, Carmen can’t let himself lose you now, with the taste of you on his tongue, so sweet like he imagined you to be.

Carmen fears he might combust, that he might dissolve into a puddle right in front of you because you taste so good, he slides a hand up your neck pressing you closer to his chest as you grip his shirt in tight fists.

Carmen can feel himself smiling into your lips, and it causes you to let out a chuckle, allowing Carmen to press his canines into your lip, just a little, a nibble that has you moaning out loudly in a way that shocks you both.

You press your body impossibly closer to Carmen’s, until you can feel him nudge against the curve of your stomach, grinding down against him until he grip’s your waist tight, pushing you deeper until you both have to let go with a breath.

“You don’t know how long I have waited to do that” Carmen says, his eyes still shut, like he was savouring the taste of you that was on his tongue, on his lips, his skin, everywhere. Carmen wanted you everywhere.

“And how long I have waited to do this” You trail your nails across his chest, his eyes watching the mischievous grin on your face grow as you trail your fingers down his chest, resting on his belt before the sound of a yelp and a clap breaks out, causing you to retract your hand and causing Carmen to let out a whine.

The rest of the crew and Sugar come tumbling into the room, hootting with cheers and laughter like they had been pressing an ear to the door the entire time, which they probably had. Sugar makes her way over, hugging you both, and pressing a kiss to your cheek before punching Carmen lightly.

“You didn’t think I knew? God what kind of sister do you take me for??” 

It’s all a blur of laughter and smiles and light shooting colours, Carmen keeps his eyes on you the entire time, and you don’t leave his side, holding onto him like he might fly away. And in all the commotion, in all the light and laughter and love Carmen sees Mikey. Sees him in flashes, the nape of his neck, the corner of his mouth pulling back in a smile and he swears, Carmen swears he sees him nod towards him.

You let it rip, bear, you did it, you did it. 

And Carmen did, and he looks down at you in his arms surrounded by people he loved and his heart for the first time feels full. Carmen had written himself off to a life of fulfilment through his work, and whilst that was purposeful and important to him, he always felt like a piece of his life was missing, a piece of his heart, it was taken by you just as he had taken yours. 

And now he can’t mask himself from his feelings, he can't watch you from afar anymore, he wants you beneath him, wants to bottle your laugh and drink in to cure him. He's broken and he doesn’t deserve you but god with the way you look up at him? It makes him question everything, makes him think he's enough, that there might be a chance he's more than the vile words he calls himself.

He want to get better for you, for the both of you, and its overwhelming, all these feelings he feels all of a sudden, it's like a switch has turned on and he can’t stop it, it washes over him, those memories from before, and you grip his arm with a squeeze, looking up as him before walking him out, guiding him with a hand until he follows you out into the alleyway.

“Sorry, it just was a whole lot at once, I haven’t even properly asked about you and now the entire kitchen knows you and” Carmen rushes out, rocking back and forth on his heels nervously

“You forget how well I know you bear?” Is all you say, and you can see the way he relaxes into himself, looking up at you with a nod. And it’s true, you know him completely and utterly, and it’s almost a relief, it almost makes Carmen cry because for the first time he doesn't feel like he needs to explain himself. Carmen feels like he has someone who knows him deep down, knows all his flaws, and problems and issues, and still wants him. 

The thought is so foreign and strange but he stomach bubbles with the elated glee of the start of something, something you both know, deep down, was meant to happen whether it was now or in 30 years. You would always, always find each other, how could you not? When it felt like half of you had disappeared without them?

Carmen can’t help but a press another kiss to your lips, snaking his arm so that it rested on your hip, squeezing a little before you break from him

“The food in there looks lovely, but considering what has just occurred, do you want to go somewhere more..” You start

“Intimate? Fucking yes. I don’t need Richie watching me and Sugar breathing down my neck. There is so much..” Carmen replies, eyes having a bit of a faraway look as he thinks back to all the times he had wished he could confide in you but couldn't.

“Let’s make up for lost time, shall we?” You grin, holding out a hand that Carmen eagerly grasps, before practically running into whichever car is closest. 

You and Carmen end up in a dimly lit jazz bar that sells signature shirley temples and tampalas that make your heart sing. You spend the entire night talking about everything, you both spill the entire contents of your guts to each other and you couldn't be happier, wiping each other's tears when the love got too much and your chest filled with gratitude at finding each other again.

You tell him you're only here for 6 months, and you leave the bar calling Mae to extend your lease. It doesn't take long for you both to slide into the familairy of your friendship again, spending every waking moment with each other, fulfilling every desire, checking off every firsts, exploring Chicago again with the one man who's been waiting for you for eternity. 

It would have been cute if you werent fucking like rabbits as well, you were addicted to each other, chasing orgasm after orgasm like it was a high. You should have been thrown in jail with the amount of times you had nearly been caught, and Carmen’s office was practically a health code violation.

But the truth was, Carmen finally had something to come home to in the late evenings and you had something to say goodbye to in the early mornings.

*

The early morning sun drags along the horizon, it cuts through the shapes and cuts of the intricate frost that had begun to develop over the window, showering the room in its dull yellow through the linen curtains of your shared bedroom.

It had snowed during the night, and the city council had closed the roads, advising as many people to stay indoors if possible, causing you and Carmen to finally have an excuse to stay indoors and pressed against each other the entire day.

The only sounds you can hear in the early cold July morning are the shutters of shop doors opening and the simmering wave of traffic that would soon begin to spill into the city streets below.

That and the strangled sound of Carmens moans as you slide your hand across the slick length of him, heavy in your palm.

He watches you carefully, eyelids heavy as you blow on the tip of him, causing him to wince in desire. Your motions are slobby and wet, and Carmen is still half asleep from your sleeping position not moments before.

“Please…”

You bite back a giggle, looking up at him from your knelt position between his legs. You’ve pulled him to the edge of the bed, and he grips the white sheets in his fists as he tries to restrain himself from coming undone by the way you smile up at him.

“You want me to suck you off him? You wanna feel good baby, you gotta tell me you wanna feel good cause I can't hold back any longer

“Fuck..please make me feel good, you know how to do it, please h-honey” Carmen replies before knocking his head back with a groan when you take the tip of him in your mouth.

You and Carmen weren't exactly experienced at first, you both had never truly held a relationship long enough to progress to that stage, but it had only taken a month before you knew how to have him stuttering thrusting up into you with need and it had taken him 3 weeks to know how to make you cum 9 times a day. What could you say? You had waited long enough.

You don’t waste time as you circle your tongue around the red tip, licking the precum clean from the slit, groaning around him at the sound of his throat letting out strangled moans. You want to take him in entirely, but he was so thick and long you couldn't possibly without getting used to him again.

Carmen loved giving, he could spend hours with your thighs around his shoulders, but there was something special with getting your broody chef to come undone, to be reduced to a puddle at every lick and kiss from you.

You push him deeper, circling your tongue so that it drags flat against his length as you pump the rest of him that you couldn’t yet reach.

“Holy-sh-fuck babygirl, easy, easy” Carmen groans out, and as you flicker your eyes up at him, the vision causes you to sneak a hand down between your thighs. 

Carmen looks down at you with furrowed brows, struggling to sit, grinding and jutting up into your mouth as his blonde hair lays across his forehead sweaty. His cheeks are a rosy crimson, and his tongue pokes out from the corner of his mouth biting down when you catch his blown out almost-black eyes.

You ignore his protests, pushing him further down until you feel him in your throat, constricting the space until it has him groaning out in pleasure. Carmen can’t help thrusting up into your throat, quickly apologising before you shake your head, reaching for his hand to grip your hair, begging him to use you however he wan’t. It’s too much for Carm, he feels like your puffed out cheeks, the tears eager to drip down your cheeks, the rut of your hips trying to find any friction causes the very tight bind to nearly snap in him.

“Fuck, don’t- not gonna last long” Carmen heaves out, gripping your hair until the veins in his arms and neck begin to juttt out.

You continue bopping your head down onto him, gathering the spit and cum and hollowing out your cheeks before taking him out and then in again. Carmen can’t take his eyes off of you, his chest heaving up and down as he watches you entranced.

“You don’t want to cum huh? Am I not making you feel good? Fuck my throat Carm, show me how you want it and i’ll show you how I do” You groan out, looking up at him from under your lashes and it causes Carmen to groan out, before gripping your jaw in his hand, and dragging your tongue back down his length.

Carmen is careful with how he fucks into you, but it’s reverent and heady and full of need, and he finds himself gripping your hair, watching you bop down on his cock until it bumps against your throat, and he feels that tight warmth that surround his sensitive tip.

He’s a mess, a jumble of incoherent swears and half moans of your name as the slick heaviness against your tongue shealths up and down, the mess of cum and saliva dripping from between your lips. 

“S-so fucking, so good, all mine babygirl, you’re all fucking mine” Carmen replies with a growl, as hes thrusts into you grow sloppy, and you press your nails into his thigh, breathing through your nose as Carmen loses himself in the warmth and feel of you, chasing his release without a break.

The tight band deep in him snaps when you constrict around him, and catch his heavy gaze, he screams out your name, jutting up into your throat, slick shooting down as he holds you head against him, and you milk him dry eagerly, taking every last drop he gives you.

You swirl your tongue around him, gently taking him out of your mouth as he winces at the over stimulation, you look up at him, opening your mouth and poking your tongue out, and you don’t miss the low fuck he whispers at the image of you swallowing every last bit of his mess.

You aren’t able to get up yourself before Carmen is dragging you up to him, wiping and kissing away every tear before swallowing you with a heated kiss. Carmen can taste himself on your tongue, manoeuvring your bodies so that he lay against the headboard, with you grinding up against his lap.

“Need to feel you fill me up Carm, I need it so bad” You groan out between your heated kiss, and Carmen grips you against him, his cock hardening again at your words, he always wanted to please you, it was his dying quest, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you like it was nothing.

You line yourself up with him, before sinking onto his length, the both of you breaking apart from your heated kiss to suck in a breath, Carmen leans into the croon of your neck, biting the skin there lightly as the feel of you tight around him gets too much.

You have to grip him, pressing half moons into the contorting muscle of his shoulders and back as you get used to him, before sinking further down with a groan. You felt impossibly tight, walls velvet and soft like caramel as they glided up against him with its slickness.

“You sure you can take it all? Hm darling?” Carmen whispers as he leans over in your ear, so that you slide further down his length, and it glides across a sensitive spot in this new position that causes you to rock your head back with a groan.

“Oh no baby, no no no, eyes on me hm?” Carmen reprimands you, sliding a hand so that he can see the dazed look in your eyes.

“We have the entire day, locked in this house from the snow, and I’m going to fuck you stupid doll” Carmen replies with a grin, before easing out of you and thrusting back into you hard, causing stars to appear in your vision, the white hot pleasure of the beginnings of your orgasm gripping you.

[fettuccin-e]

The Encore Performance

hello gang,, i wrote this so fucking long ago,, and it is not my greatest work but every time i open up my google docs this piece stares at me judgementally, yelling and screaming to be released to the world (it was written during peak eddie munson era in a fit of horniness, so maybe july 2022) pls enjoy the pwp

Tags: Eddie Munson x Reader, oral sex (f!recieving), fem!reader, exhibitionism, eddie is kind of a perv in this sorry

Eddie’s eyes have been on you all night, fingers moving absentmindedly across the frets of his guitar. It’s like you want to drive him completely insane, your tits bouncing in your tiny little dress as you bang your head to the music, your glistening body bathed in the purple light of the club. 

The air feels electric, charged and volatile; so different from the dingy yellow lighting of the Hideout. A new venue, a new crowd, and they’re fucking loving it. Eddie should be pandering to these new fans, trying to keep the band’s spot and maybe make these gigs a regular thing. Instead, his eyes are trained unwaveringly on you, his pretty, pretty girlfriend, supporting him and dancing to his music.

He has to spend the entire set rock hard under his jeans, grateful for the presence of his guitar over the obvious bulge of his cock.

The crowd still goes nuts after their last song, pleading for another encore, but Eddie’s frantic in trying to discreetly adjust himself before helping the guys put the stage equipment away. He knows how he must look, face sweaty and flushed, hair frazzled around his face. He hopes he can blame it on the adrenaline from the show and not how fucking horny he is.

He turns from placing an amp in Gareth’s truck to see you; giggling as you talk to one of the bartenders, your skin straining against the tight fabric of your dress. And though Eddie knows that you probably aren’t flirting, and that you’d definitely never cheat on him, he also sees how the bartender’s eyes are staring much lower on your body than where your eyes are, wiping off a glass slowly and deliberately. Eddie knows that you’d lay this guy out before he could try anything, but he also can’t help how his vision goes red as he stalks over.

“Eddie!” You smile when he finally gets to you, snuggling into his side while he puts a strong arm around your waist. “Jake,” you say, looking back at the bartender, “this is Eddie, my boyfriend. Eddie,” you look up at him with those big eyes he loves so much, “this is Jake.”

Eddie smiles at Jake, or tries to smile, it may come out more like a grimace, but doesn’t offer any kind of reply.  Jake’s eyes widen minutely at the sight of him, and Eddie loves how he takes a small step back. Perks of being the Hawkins "devil worshipper" he guesses.

Jake’s eyes are suddenly anywhere but you, and Eddie struggles against the urge to snarl at him. He glances down at you to see your eyes furrow slightly in confusion, picking up on the fact that there’s definitely something wrong with your boyfriend.

“Baby,” Eddie says, squeezing the fat of your hip, “I gotta talk to you real quick, ‘s that alright?”

“Yeah, of course, Eds,” you say, and turn back to Jake. “Look, it was really nice meeting you, Jake. You have a good night, okay?” Jake mutters a quiet, "yeah, you too,” before turning away to wipe at a glass a little too harshly to be normal. But Eddie’s already dragging you away with the arm he has around your waist, bypassing the back door of the club to pull you down a long hallway.

“Eddie, what’s going o-” you try to say, but are swiftly cut off by Eddie’s lips on yours, his long body pressing you into the wall. You gasp into his mouth as his big hands slide from your hips down to the backs of your thighs, lifting them up to wrap around his waist.

“Jesus Christ, baby, you tryin’ to drive me insane out there?” he mutters into your mouth, pressing the obscene bulge in his jeans against the heat of your pussy through your thin panties. “Wearing this tight little dress, looking like a fucking whore, got everyone out there looking at you. But you’re mine, aren’t you baby? All fucking mine.”

All you can do is whimper softly in response, barely having the presence of mind to remember that there are people barely twenty feet away, people who could easily walk down this hallway and see what Eddie has reduced you to. Eddie pulls back from your plush lips to look at you, and then smirks like the bastard he is. 

“You think you could stay quiet for me, pretty girl?” Eddie whispers, and doesn’t wait for a response before he’s gripping your thighs again while he drops to his knees, eye-level with your clothed cunt. He sets one of your feet on the ground to keep you standing while he hooks your other thigh over his shoulder, leaving you open and exposed, just for him.

“Eddie, I don’t-” you cut yourself off with a gasp when Eddie pulls your panties to the side and licks a long stripe up your dripping pussy. You clap a hand over your mouth as your eyes clench shut and your thighs tremble.

Eddie smiles up at you, his pretty girl, already wrecked from just the touch of his mouth. He keeps his fingers hooked into your panties, and finally allows himself to dive in, just like he’s been imagining since you walked out in your little dress.

You can’t hold back the whines echoing in the back of your throat as Eddie plunges his tongue deep into your pussy, the hardness of his nose pressing into your clit. Stay quiet stay quiet stay quiet. You’re trying to repeat the command in your head, but it’s so fucking difficult when Eddie shakes his head from side to side, starving for it. The movement makes his nose rub back and forth across your clit, and your hips jerk hard against his face, your free hand winding into Eddie’s thick hair.

“Eddie, Eddie, someone’s gonna hear baby, they’re gonna see, oh god,” you whisper softly, and you can feel the vibrations of Eddie’s quiet groans into your cunt. 

You whimper softly when he pulls away from you to whisper, “then you better make yourself cum, pretty girl. The faster you cum, the faster I can take you home and fuck you properly.”

He dives in once again, this time wrapping his lips around your throbbing clit and sucking. You whine like a fucking animal, hips bucking and swiveling, trying to get away, trying to get closer. Eddie’s hands come up to grip tight onto your hips, his rings digging sharply into your flesh, and you relish in the idea of seeing harsh bruises in the shape of his fingertips tomorrow morning.

You can feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter, almost painful with the need to cum. Your head snaps to the end of the hallway, and you see all of the people walking through the club, dancing and drinking. People who have no idea that Eddie’s eating your pussy with your dress hitched up and your panties pulled to the side. People who have no idea that you’re always so desperate for Eddie, that you’d let him fuck you any time, any place. They have no idea that you’re going to cum all over his face, and he’s going to walk out there with his messy hair and pretty eyes and your juices still on his lips, oh god-

You desperately suck air into your lungs to stave off your scream as you cum, pussy clenching and dripping all over Eddie’s face, your hips shaking uncontrollably.

“Eddie, Eddie, oh my god, Eddie, I can’t, I can’t, ‘s too much,” you whisper into the quiet of the hallway, the obscene sounds of Eddie licking at your cunt thundering in your ears. You can tell Eddie doesn’t want to stop, he never does, but you think you’ll start crying if he keeps going. You tug his hair roughly, wrenching him away from your cunt.

“Please, please kiss me, baby,” you whine, and Eddie can only nod at you, his face flushed and his lips puffy and shiny. Your thigh falls off his shoulder as he stands up to capture your lips in a filthy kiss. He tastes like cigarettes, beer and your pussy.

Eddie keeps holding onto your hips as they twitch with the aftershocks of your orgasm. Your eyes feel heavy, your brain mushy and weak.

“My beautiful girl, shit, all mine, y’look so pretty like this baby,” Eddie’s whispering, sneaking little kisses onto your lips in between words. “You wanna get out of here baby? C’mon, let’s get home, yeah?” You nod blearily, going to step forward, but your knees stay locked.

“Eddie,” you whisper, your foggy eyes going wide. “I don’t think I can move my legs.”

You watch Eddie’s brows furrow, and his lips perk up. He stares at your face, all flushed and flustered, and a snort escapes his nose. Soon enough, little giggles are escaping his lips, delirious and endlessly smug.

“Don’t laugh!” You whine, nuzzling your red face into his chest.

Eddie runs a comforting hand down your back as he tamps down his giggles. “Sorry baby, I’m sorry. It’s just, y’know, not many guys can say they’ve literally made their girl cum so hard they couldn’t walk.” You whine again, but Eddie shushes you gently. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna get you home, sweet pea.”

You don’t have time to wonder what he means by that before Eddie reaches down to cup one hand under your knees, the other staying under your back, and lifts you into his arms with a soft grunt. 

“Eddie!” You squeak, but your boyfriend is already walking out towards the club again, paying no mind to the throngs of people still moving around you both. You tuck your burning face into his neck, giggling nearly hysterically, as Eddie whisks you away. You think you’d let him take you anywhere.

[wroteclassicaly]

hi hello it's me :-) can we talk about steve's possessiveness mixing with maybe a liiiil bit of an exhibitionism kink where he's gotta have a hand on you at. all. times. ???? lower back, on your thigh, back of your neck with his thumb rubbing gently into your skin....... like i'm yours steve i promise ＿|￣|○

Oh, we absolutely can! Because I headcanon this 💯

Warnings: Language, touching, obvious exhibitionism kink, a lot of touching, soft Steve, vaginal fingering, bit of a love possessive Steve, & overall smutty goodness.

• Steve’s big hands and thick fingers are two of your favorite focal points, so you don’t protest when he always manages to have them on you, around you, inside of you… Doesn’t matter if it’s simply holding hands, patching wounds, tracing old scars, or the shapes, dents, and dips along one another’s bodies. Doesn’t matter that you know each other’s flesh more than your own, it’s a familiar and comforting road that you drive down everyday.

• And you? He always has to show you how much he cares, because touch is this man’s love language. Holding your hands, linking your fingers together during sex, being there to support you — hell, even giving you massages. Those often end up in you asleep, or being fucked towards a nice state of unconsciousness. Touch doesn’t always amount to a sexual state.

• If you’re in a public setting and even someone so much as smiles at you, Steve is getting that uncontrollable itch. He’s been the guy that used to stake his claim in high school, but with you? That urge to be cocky King Steve warning off different beasts from his girl — it’s stronger than ever.

• His favorite public places to take you in (many times you’ve often been caught off guard) are:

- Dressing rooms

- Library (he loves when you can’t be quiet. your pussy is always so messy, even with his hand over your mouth)

- Anywhere in the video store

- Photobooths (he’s gotten hella pictures of you when you come)

- Movie theaters (he remembers how you rode him into the seat after he fingered you and had you cumming on his tongue when Starcourt was still alive)

- Restrooms (before he graduated, he’d managed to have you in the girls and boys restroom) in any vicinity.

- Hawkins Public Pool (during adult only swim day, he cornered you in the deep end and let his fingers slip beneath your bathing suit bottom. took you underneath a beach towel, and in the locker room shower, steam room, and on the bench)

- Lovers Lake

- Amusement parks

- Nightclubs and bars (he’s cornered you into so many stalls, bent you over so many sinks. Even took you on the band’s amp backstage in the corridor) “Want you limping so they can see, honey. Think they heard what I was doing to you?”

• When the carnival is in town, Steve can’t stop his PDA. Hands in the back of your blue jean pocket, fingers skimming beneath your bangle bracelets. It works the same way on the beach. Watching all of these other people stare you down, he just wants to dig it in deeper — let them know that he’s got you, he can touch you, make you fall apart completely — not them, never them.

• At red lights he can’t help but to let his fingers skim over your thighs. When you wear skirts, especially on long drives — he goes mad.

• One of his favorite parts of you is your thighs. How he can always tap a rhythm into them, pinch and slap at the flesh, watch it rebound into his grasp. You’ll let him do whatever he wants, even that time in the alleyway after he argued with Tommy H and what he’d called you, you let Steve press you into the wall, fingers around your throat, his other hand in your underwear, fucking you on his thick digits. Didn’t matter that Tommy or Carol could see, that anyone could see.

• After the demons, the monsters, the underground dimensions, evil humans, and wars — Steve was extra good at recognizing the tension in your body and helping to release it. A hand on your back, knuckles along your spine, pinching and rolling the overworked muscles.

• In the car, out with friends — his thumbpad grazes your jugular, maps along your jawline, caresses the back of your neck and satiates your craving. He’s the only one who can.

• His hands find ways beneath your shirt — soft early mornings, especially during summer storms. To keep his hands warm if they’re cold. You warm him up, he always states. How can that be so wrong?

• He’ll pull his car into a parking lot, soft song echoing across his speakers, condensation floating around the crystal, fogging you both into a shrouded oblivion, rain rasping along the paint job, neon lights glittering around you. It’s panting breaths and wet noises, tires on asphalt. He’ll crack the window, because maybe those assholes who catcalled you will hear your crying and pleading for his fat cock? Summer rain, sex, and you… All that he’s ever gonna need…

[bazzybelle]

Square/Prompt: B3 - Furry

Title: Bang! Bang! (I'm Aiming At You)

Rating: Mature

Ship(s): Dream of the Endless | Morpheus / Hob Gadling

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional Tags: Pining, Light Angst, Horny Dream, Bisexual Disasters, 5K of Morpheus Blue-Screening over how hot Hob is

Summary:

“God, my body is ruined. Gonna head straight home and draw myself a nice hot bath. Soak in there for a month, I think.” Robert clasps his hands together and lifts them high above his head stretching his shoulders and back. The scrubs, which were previously lifting slightly, end up exposing a small section of his stomach. A stomach that is tantalizingly covered in dark, thick hair. A stomach that all too quickly is covered once more as Robert lowers his arms and rolls his shoulders. It is too late, the damage is done. Images of a perfectly furried stomach, and a thick, dark trail leading under his scrub pants is all that enters his mind. A furried stomach that begs for fingers to trail over, twirling the small strands of hair between them. 

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Got another short lil fic for you! I saw the prompt of Furry and knew right away that I had to have Morpheus just obsessing over Hob's hairy body. And because it's ME, I had to throw in a healthy dash of good ol' angst.

Thank you to @seiya-starsniper for beta-reading and providing some good suggestions on how to amp up the angst at the end.

Thank you always to the Chaotic Sprinters at the Sadman Discord Server.

If you are a MASSIVE fan of Grey's Anatomy, see if you can spot the Easter eggs. I've thrown a couple in there for you.

[asteria7fics]

Can you tell us about you main 5 early teens awkward phase headcanons?

Please!!!!????

Ooooh yes I can!!

This will actually be so helpful because I’m about to write them at about this age (around 15-ish) but the narrator for that will be… a little unreliable, so to speak. So consider this a totally unbiased exploration of the main 5 as they enter everyone’s favorite stage of life: Puberty!!

Stan: Growth spurt hits around 12/13, and is a major string bean until he starts taking football more seriously at the beginning of high school. I also imagine he’s the first one to get a deeper voice, which means lots of awkward voice cracks that the other guys absolutely shit on him for. Greasy guy all around, though he does at least try to not smell like a garbage dump most days. I also think he would keep his hair pretty short at this point in his life, cropped around the ears but slightly longer on top. He really hasn’t found his aesthetic yet so he just lets his mom tell the hairdresser what to do.

I also think this would be around the age that Stan gets really deep into his appreciation for heavier/more technical music. He and Kenny get closer, plotting how to make Crimson Dawn a reality again (Ken’s just along for the ride lmao). He’s had his acoustic for years, but his electric guitar and amp would be his big Christmas present when he’s 13. Randy definitely tries to engage with him about music and Stan absolutely blows him off. Like come on, he’s 13. He’s too cool for his dad, obviously.

Kyle: Ooof, puberty is not kind to our king early on. Doesn’t have his growth spurt until the summer after Stan has his, so he starts 8th grade beyond awkward. Hands down gets the most acne, though it’s mostly hidden under the mop of hair on his head. He ends up on Accutane and that helps a ton, but he still keeps his hair long and in his face until he’s 17 (as briefly mentioned in IHISD!)

The only time anyone really sees his full face is when he’s playing basketball, as he has to pull his hair back to, yah know, see. Once the Accutane does its thing and he gets comfortable with his new giraffe limbs girls start noticing him again, which does help recoup a lot of his damaged ego from those early years as a teen. Kyle is also hands down the cleanest of the main 5, and starts wearing cologne regularly in his mid teens (personally, I think he would smell like this!)

Kenny: Has the least noticeable growth spurt (ends up 5’9 at 18) but his voice drops the earliest. Not that the guys pay attention to that either, since he basically never speaks when all five of them are together. (Butters does notice, btw). Is a stinky gremlin until he gets to high school and has access to the locker room showers so he can bathe more regularly, and is absolutely the first of the boys to adopt drenching himself in AXE body spray as a substitute.

He stays pretty thin into his mid-teens and continues to fly under the radar, which is a huge help while he stays with his vigilante work. I do think Kenny is the least awkward of the main 5 in general, and I don’t imagine that changing much as he gets older. His interest in women stays pretty consistent, and I think the most unfortunate thing that happens to him is the amount of random boners he pops at inopportune times.

Cartman: Gets his major growth spurt between when Stan and Kyle get theirs, and is an absolute menace about being taller than Kyle for, like, a handful of months. Of course he ends up being the shortest of the main 5 in the end, so when Kyle shows up one day having shot up over him seemingly overnight he is BEYOND pissed.

He also struggles with acne, though not as badly as Kyle and mostly around his jaw/chest. This is also around the time his eyesight starts going to shit again (eye transplant be damned, I am a Cartman wearing glasses truther) so he gets his first semi normal pair of glasses around 14. This is also around the time that he starts growing out his hair, refusing to get it cut for literally no reason other than to exert power over his mom.

Butters: A perfect angel that goes from 5’ to 6’3 in the blink of an eye. Literally, he just shows up one day after all the other boys’ balls have dropped suddenly a million feet tall. He also definitely has the most difficult vocal transition, just a squeaky guy for a couple of years.

Of all the main 5, Butters’ newfound sexuality hits him the hardest. He’s suddenly extremely aware of the physical features he’d been distantly attracted to as a boy, and since he was never really talked to about these things like an adult he doesn’t know how to handle all his awkward erections. Thank God he has Kenny, honestly. Otherwise, he’s a pretty clean guy that usually smells like toothpaste and Head & Shoulders shampoo.

Anyway, this is already a lot, so I’m gonna throw in some random headcanons in a tasty list.

Stan, Kenny and Butters all struggle with mild porn addition in late middle/early high school, Kenny having it the worst.

Cartman has the weirdest/kinkiest porn taste, though Kenny is a close second.

Kyle is not altogether very interested in porn, though he does still watch some pretty vanilla stuff when the mood strikes.

Stan and Wendy still date on and off throughout middle and high school. Wendy loves when Stan is finally taller than her (personally headcanon her as a kid as being slightly taller than him hehe).

Kyle has a couple of short relationships with girls as an early teen, but stops trying to date around 16 to “focus on school” (lame excuse).

Cartman and Butters get zero bitches regardless of their age. Kenny doesn’t start really attracting girls until he’s older and makes a name for himself.

Alright we’re moving a little too far from the point of this post, so I’m gonna stop there. Thank you for asking for these!! I had so much fun considering these little details of their awkward transition into manhood!! (๑>◡<๑)