#Steve dirty talk headcanon

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Eeeeeeee! This was hot! Great job!!

Can you give me some smutty headcanon with dirty talking Steve, pleeaaaseee? You're doing it so damn well.

For you sweet lovely anon? Anything! Okay I’ve never done a headcanon before but I’ve read a few so I hope this works out to your satisfaction!

Steve says the nastiest shit when it’s just the two of you

I know there the whole ‘language’ thing in AOU but lemme tell you he serve in WWII. That boy cruses like the best of them.

Like I said if it’s in the bedroom shit gets nasty and quick.

“You taste so sweet doll”

“Love the way this pussy smells”

“Who knew pretty dames like you could take such a big cock?”

If you wear a skirt around him BEWARE. He’s going to lift it up and dip his hand your panties the moment no one is around. 

“Gotta get this pretty kitty ready for me.”

Steve gets possessive sometimes when you’re getting down dirty. Maybe you laughed at Bucky’s joke a little too hard for his liking. Reminded him of younger days, girls always picking Bucky over him.

He’ll hold you down on the bed, his cock slipping between your soaked swollen heat but never entering. Just saying things like “Did you get this wet for Bucky?” “No man turns you on like I do.” “Say it” “Say only I turn you on this way.” And he’ll just keep teasing you until you say it.

If you give in too easily though he’ll get suspicious so you gotta sell it. Steve insecure sometimes, treat that male ego well.

OOf dont let him catch you flirting with another dude, or a woman. He’ll tie you to the bed and edge you for hours until you’re a sobbing mess. “Gotta remind you who you belong to sweetheart.” “I know you need it but just a little bit longer.” “You’ll never flirt with that guy/girl again will you honey?” “And why?” “That’s right cause youre mine”

DO NOT mention having children unless you’re ready for that level of intensity that is breeder Steve. You bend over a little too far, he’s pushing his cock in “We gotta try as often as a possible doll.” Would be his justification. “I wanna see your belly swell with our child.”

“Gonna fill this tight little pussy up with my cum.” And when he’s done you know he’s got a plug to put in you to makes sure none gets out. Cause you made the mistake of offering to have his baby so he’s gonna put that baby in you by ANY MEANS necessary.

He’s always taking your temperature and once it hits that right level where he knows you’re prime ovulating he’s pushing himself into you. 

It doesn’t matter where in the compound. Honestly, Bucky wants to move out until you two finally conceive. He’s sick of overhearing and seeing Steve fill you up.

Once you are pregnant, well it’s really not gonna calm down until a doctor says he’s gotta ease off you. Even then he’ll just finger you slowly whispering how much he loves the way your body looks and that he just wants to see you happy. 

However if its out in public he keeps it PG-13. I mean if someone overheard Captain America say “Daddy’s gonna flood this pussy when he gets home.” there’s gonna be some PR issues.

So instead he makes sure to touch you along with his PG-13 dirty talk.

He’ll crowd you in a corner, grabbing your ass and say “Baby girl I can feel how hot you are for me.”

Or keep your back to him and pull you against his crotch, slowly rubbing you until you can feel his cock getting hard. “Just act normal baby,” “No one will know you’re being dirty for me,” “I know you like it when I use you”

Ooookkaay wow. I need to um… cool it. I had a lot of fun doing this though! Thank you anon and I am so glad you enjoy my dirty talk for Steve. Half the times it just shit I want to hear him say to me. haha

[nouearth]

“POLKA DOTS AND MOONBEAMS”

steve rogers x male reader.

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 & 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓—headcanon [ 4.1k ] 〳 part one

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒—male reader 〳 domestic!au 〳 mid-century!era 〳 'roommates' 〳established relationship 〳 secret husband!steve 〳 mentions of period-homophobia 〳 brief quarreling 〳 sexual content: top!steve, bottom!reader, love-making, breeding, milking, praising, verbal, dirty talk, body worshiping, guidance.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑.

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who coasted the city and was on a mission to find the best spaghetti and meatballs with you.

‣ "Verdict?"

‣ Steve's gaze looked right past the fork held before your lips, watching your mouth and expression twist and turn like the spaghetti noodles around the fork prongs prior.

‣ "It's good... not great. The sauce isn't as thick as I'd like for it to be... but it tastes fresh? Basil leaves adds a nice balance to the acidity... but the meatballs are a little overcooked. What do you think, Steve? I'm too picky, aren't I?"

‣ It was written all over your face. Satisfied, but not impressed.

‣ Unlike the last restaurant where you two had the misfortune of eating bloated pasta noodles and watery red sauce, this place was edible and especially generous with their serving.

‣ Decent, if Steve had the chance of writing a one-worded review for the paper.

‣ "You're not picky, just particular, but I agree. Red sauce is good—Padrino's still better. Meatballs are pretty tough, aren't they... but I do like the flavor of them. You can tell they used a fattier mixture compared to the rest. A lot of garlic too, which makes up for the lack of it in the sauce..."

‣ "Not as good as Mama's?"

‣ "The moment we find a spaghetti that's as good as your mother's, is the day we find a way to squeeze water from stone, (M/N)."

‣ "Don't mention that to her. I don't need her ego to be any more inflated than it already has been."

‣ Dates like these were never boring.

‣ No matter how many times Steve had watched your face wrench in disdain or light up in surprise, he always found it a joy to watch you participate in this arbitrary—now routinely—idea of critiquing spaghetti and meatballs so earnestly.

‣ To be fair, it wasn't like you two had a slew of options to make dates seem... more like dates.

‣ In fact, there shouldn't have been any options offered on the table in the first place.

‣ Any intimations that you and Steve were on a date would've been subject to a location change.

‣ Most likely, a candle-lit dinner in a jail-cell, dined over cold hard concrete, and Steve was sure the spaghetti and meatballs served there was going to clutch last place in his ranking.

‣ Though, Steve was hopeful that the romance would still be alive and well had it ever come to that point.

‣ You had a thing for restaurants with a gimmick.

‣ "Seven out of ten sounds about right?"

‣ "What about dessert? We can't leave without getting the tiramisu, Steve."

‣ "Since when did we factor in desserts for the scoring?"

‣ "What—since we started. Don't tell me you've been only ranking the spaghetti and meatballs... it's all about the experience, the... the je ne sais quoi—heard that on the radio once!"

‣ "The je ne sais quoi—this is why I wanted you to be the one logging everything down, (M/N)!"

‣ It took more of a toll on him than it did on you.

‣ Well, if it did, then you did a stunning job at maintaining your usual optimism.

‣ Whenever you two were out in public, Steve felt hammered by this distance pushing him apart.

‣ It was a conscious effort on both ends—a natural one that pertained to the business of being in a homosexual relationship

‣ Or just being a homosexual, period.

‣ Steve understood it. He abode it. And he hated it.

‣ Often, when the conversation between you and him would come to a slow, Steve would look right past your shoulder, right at the lucky couple who were in his sight-line—a gentleman with an impressive mustache and his lady—and simply stare.

‣ His thoughts wandered.

‣ The gentleman was unabashed in his public flirtations with the woman.

‣ Massaging her hands, tending to the aches in her knuckles with firm, but appeasing presses.

‣ The smell of his cigar was pervasive, but the lady didn't seem to mind. It seemed like she thought it was rather charming when he blew a smoke towards her face.

‣ One hand would run up her arms in several strokes, rough callous grinding down her goosebumps, and the man would compliment how soft and supple her skin was.

‣ The lady would bat her eyelashes, giggle at the man's public display of affection whilst also maintaining some sense of courtesy to halt his advances when a pair of curious eyes were enough to render her cheeks scarlet—like the lipstick she had worn for the evening.

‣ Steve hated this restraint. This lack of freedom that forced him to talk to you as if you were his co-worker.

‣ To look at you as if he had no affection for you whatsoever when that was further from the truth.

‣ To touch you as if you were an infection that could cost him his life, and him to yours.

‣ That wasn't completely off from what society thought of people like you and Steve, was it.

‣ "It's not nice to stare, Steve... quit it."

‣ "If I can't even look at my own lov—you, what else am I supposed to do?"

‣ "Steve—come on, not now. You know how it is. It's hard, I know. But... we can't just be cooped up in our pad and wear out its virtues. It's nice to go out every once in a while, even if—it has to be like this."

‣ "It's just not—fair. Maybe—maybe we can do something. It doesn't feel right if we're doing nothing about those bar raids too. They're increasing, you know? Becoming more violent and—"

‣ "Hush. People are staring to look."

‣ "Why do you seem completely fine with this? Hiding ourselves—"

‣ "Look, I don't like it as much as you do. Hell, it's killing me on the inside that I can't even smile at you like how it would naturally come. But I'm okay with hiding—because it's for my safety, and most importantly, for yours. I don't ask for much, but I've envisioned the near end of my life to be fulfilled and labored with no regrets. With a house where I can harvest my own apples from my own tree. With a lazy pup that knows better than to eat through my laces. All of that would be possible because I hid—no���because I endured. And I would heavily prefer it if you would join me in that life. Call me a coward, spineless, or selfish, but I don't want it to be our last, Steve. It's terrifying—to know that any day I could lose you to violence and persecution, myself included. So, please—just hold it out for longer—that's all I ask of you."

‣ Most of all, Steve hated that he was envious.

‣ He wished he could be the one wiping sauce stain off your lips.

‣ He wished that he could hold your hand over the table and stroke the ring on your finger that you could've kept on.

‣ He wished that he could stop the tears from welling in your eyes like he often did back at home.

‣ He wished that he could tell you that he loved you, either with a mouthful of meatballs or none at all, because in the end—it would've felt better than communicating those three words with three taps of his foot to your shin.

‣ You nearly reached over for his hand to calm him down, but pulled your back straight upon the fright of a passing waiter and opted for the cipher that was could only be cracked between you and Steve.

‣ Three gentle kicks to his shin, once more to his other leg, and Steve sighed for pardon, returning the cipher gently to your own shin.

‣ He wished he could openly compliment how handsome his husband looked tonight, ramble how grateful he was to have you in his life, or complain about how you kicked him a little too hard, but that was all well and fine because it meant that you were still present.

‣ Freedom—All of it, the positives and negatives, without the looming threat of a policeman pummeling you and Steve with a nightstick afterwards—because that was normal.

‣ Because that was life.

‣ A life that will pay in the long run.

‣ "Check, please."

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄.

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who ambled the misty street of Brooklyn Heights with you, the night dew giving everything a hazy look as you and Steve passed through moist air, side-by-side.

‣ "I was brash tonight, Steve. I apologize."

‣ "No, no... you were right. If anything, I was being a fat head. I was out-of-line. I'm sorry."

‣ "You were right too, you know. It's not fair. It's not that I don't want to do anything about it, I really do. I just—it can't be the two of us tackling something bigger than us. Everyone is petrified, Steve."

‣ "I know... but if we somehow all come together in some kind of union, then maybe—we can call for a difference. Show them that enough is enough. Show them that fear is no longer something they can instill in us."

‣ "Like a rebellion or something?"

‣ "Well, if it has to come to that, then so be it."

‣ "You know a guy, don't you..."

‣ "I know a guy."

‣ "Is it Bucky?"

‣ "What—how'd you know?"

‣ "Steve, you only know one guy."

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who was detoured into a dark alleyway between business building blocks. There was the droning sound sound of night, the low and humming resonant as the city had fallen asleep, all but two guests.

‣ "(M/N), what are we—"

‣ "All that quarreling made me forget to tell you how dashing you looked tonight. You know I especially like your hair combed back like that, Steve-o."

‣ He didn't need much of a hint as to what you were getting at.

‣ Squeezing in between a narrow passageway that would luckily only admit two bodies at a time, you and Steve were obscured from any wandering eyes.

‣ From judgement of the world.

‣ "Steve, you ought-ta listen to me more. Blue polka dots look darling on you."

‣ "If I recall correctly, you were the one who wanted me to wear a pink tie, darling."

‣ "Pink would've made me sauced my pants..."

‣ "You. Are. So. Vulgar."

‣ Shadows cast over his squashed body against yours, the moonlight only lighting the parts that mattered the most right now.

‣ The laughter that left your mouth after each peck Steve would grace you with.

‣ The lips that had him feeling withdrawal symptoms after an unbearable few hours of watching you lick sauce off your lips.

‣ The hand that tug Steve closer by his tie.

‣ The eyes that drew Steve in closer, until the tip of his nose touched yours.

‣ "Have I told you how much I love my cologne on you, darling?"

‣ "Have I told you how much I prefer your cologne rubbing off on me, as opposed to me spraying it on directly?"

‣ Slowly, breathing, pacifying; Steve's invisible stubble made your mouth twitch with a scratch, one of your many quirks he found himself silently obsessing over.

‣ And that was enough to push him over the edge, and finally kiss you like he'd wanted to since the evening had started.

‣ It was slow, almost careful like Steve was afraid of breaking you.

‣ Steve wasn't expecting this self-restraint from you. He wasn't expecting your hands on his jaw, tenderly massaging at either sides to keep your hands preoccupied while he slid his tongue alongside yours.

‣ He wasn't expecting to hear his own pulse because you were so stubborn in maintaining this control—you refused to summon urgency by vaulting your moans into the back of your throat.

‣ But Steve knew you more than he knew himself. He knew how you liked your eggs in the morning. He knew the perfect temperature for your bath. He knew you from the mole on your back, to the stance when you were impatient.

‣ He knew that if he led one of your hands right here—feeling the cusp of his growing bulge—that you'd give Steve what he wanted, and fall completely apart.

‣ And Steve knew that—by the eager palm of your hand, shoving into his unbuckled pants and groping—he was right.

‣ "Steve—just fuck me right here, yeah? I can't take it anymore."

‣ "Honey, we don't have any slick..."

‣ "Then give it to me raw. Use your spit. The rain. I don't care, I need you—"

‣ Your lips were warm and soft when Steve kissed you from rambling into the void again. His hands were against your stomach and chest, and your moans sent shivers down his spine.

‣ "Christ—turn around."

‣ Against the brick wall, teeth sinking into your forearm, you took Steve in without any regrets. Cold sweat breaking over your skin like evening dew collecting on window sills.

‣ "O-oh, fuck—slowly, Steve—"

‣ You could feel Steve's heart beat against your back, pushing further into you, huffing into your neck.

‣ "I love you."

‣ "I love you."

‣ From then on, you and Steve lived without any regrets.

𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍.

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who relished every inch of your body; with his eyes, with his mouth, with his hands, with his body, with his being—until you found yourself transported wholly to all different kinds of sensations, and he'd repeat to discover new ones for you.

‣ "You're good at this, you know."

‣ "Humor me?"

‣ Steve was mouthing at your inner thigh, one hand stroking your leaking cock, and the other pumping his Vaseline-slicked fingers into you.

‣ He looked up from his eyelashes, teasing your sack with a lick.

‣ Another lick, because he liked being distracted by your body arching off the bed, crinkling the sheets in the process.

‣ "Good at loving me. You know what I want, what I need—just like that. Putting another finger into me without asking of me if you can. Twisting—fuck—turning me out, all based on how my body responds to you."

‣ "Well, it's not difficult to gauge what you need. Your nails dig into the sheets when it's too much. Your fingers and toes curl when the pleasure's coming in. Your hips roll—when you need more, or a new fix. I'm no magician you're making me out to be, (M/N).

‣ "You notice all of that? That's embarrassing... and here I thought I was being alluring..."

‣ Steve layered his thick cock in slick, capping the tin and tossing it to the bedside counter after.

‣ He teased your prepped rim, observing how the ring of muscle would catch a string of his pre-cum and latch onto it with a clench.

‣ At the sound of your moan, at the sight of you toying with your nipples, at the torn decision between preening—you knew that he liked the sight of you biting your lips—and ceasing his taunts.

‣ Steve's cock veins pulsed, his cock pleading for him to fill that delicious hole before him, otherwise it would live in agony for as long as it could leak.

‣ "I do, and it's not embarrassing. I love how you—mm—like that. I love how you immediately wrap your arms and legs around me when I finally push my cock inside of you.

‣ "Oh, Steve—"

‣ "I love how you call my name, just like that. Say it again."

‣ "Steve..!"

‣ He pressed his forehead against yours and groaned with you. His hips racketed off your ass in a slow, but increasing rhythm.

‣ You held onto him, hands over his neck, anchoring him close until the only way you could have your fix of air was through Steve's lips.

‣ Steve's mind was empty, except for the thought of your hot tongue roaming into his mouth and the swelling grasp your walls had around his loving cock.

‣ "Like that... I love how I can decipher every meaning behind the way you call out to me."

‣ "Fill me up so well, Steve—baby. Can feel you deep inside of me. Ruining me with your cock. Your balls slapping against me, God—Steve!"

‣ Your moans tasted delicious on his tongue. If they were seeds, they'd bloom colorful hybrids of fruits because your love for him couldn't be defined by one singular hue.

‣ You were an array of colors—a prism conjured by the way Steve loved you.

‣ Red, because you were gritting your teeth as Steve had you taking him balls-deep, filling you up to the brim, and stretching you to the shape of his pistoning cock.

‣ "Fuck me harder, Steve—"

‣ "You're taking me so well, darling..."

‣ "When have I not?"

‣ Orange, because Steve rendered you speechless except for a few gasps, with his cock grazing your prostate and his hand over your cock, stroking while kissing at your neck.

‣ "O-oh, fuck—oh, fuck!"

‣ Yellow, because you were on top, straddling Steve's lap and yielding to the nearing high that you both had been gauging.

‣ You took your sweet time to make love to Steve with your body. Hands braced on his chest, combing your fingers through the light hairs, deeply rocking back and forth on his cock after a couple of lighthearted bounces.

‣ You marveled over his well-built body, following the contours of his muscles with one hand while silently admiring his broad chest, perky nipples, and wide shoulders with your tongue.

‣ The smell of aftershave on him was infectious when you came up for a brief kiss. You kissed at his lips, then his chin, licking at the short blades of stubble before pulling away to preen again.

‣ Your back straightened and you spread your thighs apart for Steve to get a good look at how hard he was making you.

‣ Your cock throbbed, swollen a pronounced shade at the tip, bouncing to the rhythm of your hips, all while you devoted your mouth and tongue to Steve's thick fingers, suckling and laving your tongue over every digit, every vein, every knuckle—thanking him for opening you up so well with the slick of your saliva.

‣ Steve was absolutely keen on watching you worship him with one hand tucked behind his head, the other stroking your cock when he would finish appraising your body with a couple of fond strokes.

‣ "God, look at you. You're so beautiful. I could do this all day, watching you ride every vein on my cock..."

‣ Green, because you built up enough energy to reverse your straddle and take the lead for once. You wanted Steve to see all parts of your body, especially the asset that had been drawing out those glorious moans deep from his gut.

‣ You knew it was a pretty sight that would teeter Steve closer to the edge.

‣ Sweat ran over the plump mounds of your ass as you were propped up on your forearms, slamming down onto his thick cock.

‣ Skin rippled when your ass repeatedly hit his groin, and then prickled, when Steve grabbed a handful of your sweaty flesh out of pure enchantment before swatting it as a stimulus to your slowing hips.

‣ "How's the view?"

‣ "Stunning..."

‣ Blue, because your body was covered in shivers from the way Steve had captured you into his arms and pummeled icicles into you from behind.

‣ Kneeling upright, Steve had embraced you tightly, supporting your core with a flat palm while simultaneously engaging his, thrusting into you.

‣ His hand was around your throat to feel every vibration that would squeeze from your throat and then pour into his mouth like a saucer of milk as he swallowed your sweet moans.

‣ Like Steve's cock, his other hand was equally uncompromising. He squeezed into the pulsating veins of your cock, stroked your shaft, and teased your glans with a thumb.

‣ When you sank back into the dip of his hips, Steve would propel you forward with a strong thrust, forcing you to fuck his closed fist in midst as he held you from ever retreating back on all fours.

‣ He loved that dazed look on your face. Wide-eyed like a deer in headlights. Flushed like how you were abashed by his compliments to your novice cooking, yet only a hundred times worse.

‣ He also loved the way he had fucked you into being inarticulate, muttering a slurry of words—warnings of you coming soon, Steve would later learn after turning his ears up.

‣ "Steve, stop, stop—I'm going to c-come—seriously—"

‣ "Come for me, (M/N). I want to see you stain the bed. Want to see you come because of me. Only me. Want you to drench my fist and—Christ, there we go..."

‣ Violet, because you were red, and Steve was blue.

‣ You spilled heavily over his fist, shooting large, thick ropes of cum over the bed sheets. The sound of the cum splatters making your cheeks run hotter than the warmth drawing out of you.

‣ Each spurt shot further and further the harder Steve pounded into you and milked your orgasm with unrelenting strokes to your shaft.

‣ His thighs slapped into yours, resonating the bedroom with a sharp thunder that was sure to wake up the tenants.

‣ His cock punctuated deep into your guts, hard and sweet against your prostate.

‣ You cried out as Steve battered your insides with his cock, with his undying love for you. Biting into your shoulder to contain his groans, but Steve had enough of this restraint, of constantly holding himself back.

‣ He growled behind your ear, filtering out the resentment society had instilled in his body as he let his grunts loose, replacing that bitter feeling with the antithesis of knowing that he wanted to live life to the fullest.

‣ With a house that grew oranges alongside your apples.

‣ Steve thrusted harder.

‣ With an indifferent cat that couldn't care less about your torn shoelaces.

‣ Your moans hitched at the sharp snap of his hips, his cock digging somehow deeper into your guts when he pushed you lower into his groin.

‣ With a fulfilling life that was lived without regret.

‣ Steve felt himself come undone upon the last thrust. Every fiber of his muscle unraveling like pointe shoes after intense wear.

‣ He held you tight as he shuddered against your, his pulse anchored and soothed by the palm of your head on his cheek, stroking him affectionately.

‣ Silken white, he spilled his hot seed deep inside of you, weakly propagating the warmth from the outer rim of your raw, swollen hole, then to the deep depth of your walls and prostate, milking himself until he was jelly in the legs, until you were creamed, from inside and out, with his thick cock.

‣ You and Steve shared one more kiss, another breath, heaving and panting like you two had never kissed before, before his stance eventually gave out and made him collapse over your body.

‣ "Think��I might bump the restaurant earlier up a few spots, (M/N)..."

‣ "Why's that?"

‣ "Must've put some kind of aphrodisiac in that spaghetti... I'm deeply spent."

‣ "I disagree. It must've been that couple! I told you it was all about the experience—that je ne sais quoi that I've been talking—"

‣ "You really aren't going to stop saying that, are you?"

‣ "Shouldn't have fixed my radio if you knew you were going to be disappointed, Steve."

‣ "That's where you're wrong. If you think anything about you is disappointing to me, then I'm not being a great husband, am I?"

‣ "Well, look at you being all sappy tonight."

‣ "Too much?"

‣ "Never too much. I'm far too gone to ever think otherwise, Steve-o."

‣ "Me too, darling. Me too."

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✫ 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 (drabble // 0.2k+) 𖤐 ✰ cw: shower sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering, steve is a dirty freak but i love it.

✫ 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 (drabble // 0.3k+) 𖤐 ✰ cw: marvel au, mafiaboss!steve rogers, hook-ups, oral (f!receiving), choking kink, p in v.

✫ 𝚊𝚕𝚕-𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚗 // 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷 (0.6k+) // 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸 (1.1k+) // 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹 (0.9k+) // 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟺-𝟿 𖤐꩜ᝰ ✰ cw: steve is a pornstar and is reader's neighbour, read specific parts for more in depth content warnings.

✫ 𐙚 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 // 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷 ᝰ (2.1k+) // 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸 ✰ cw: fluff, swearing, kissing, love confessions, steve is a stalker lowkey (part 1) smut, swearing, kissing, p in v sex, oral (f!receiving), aftercare (part 2)

✫ 𐙚 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚢 (request // drabble // 0.4k+) 𖤐 ✰ cw: steve is a dickhead but in a good way, dirty talk, smut, oral (f!receiving), fingering, studying, using anatomy terminology during sex like a weirdo

✫ 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛!𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 (drabble // headcanons list // 0.3k+) ᝰ𖤐 ✰ cw: alternate universe, fluff, smut, needy!steve, p in v sex, im inlove with bartenders

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𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 𖤐

✫ 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏 (drabble // 0.1k+) 𖤐༄ ✰ cw: rough sex, p in v sex, cum play, oral (f!receiving) hinted, face down doggy ✫ 𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚙 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 // 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷 (10 links) ༄ // 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸 ༄ (7 links) // 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹 (6 links) // 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟺 ༄ (10 links) 𖤐 ✰ cw: its in the name

✫ 𐙚 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 (drabble // 0.2k+) 𖤐༄ ✰ cw: 1940's!bucky, p in v sex, oral (f!receiving), drinking

✫ 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 (drabble // 0.2k+) 𖤐༄ ✰ cw: touch kink, thigh-fucking, p in v sex, oral (f!receiving), body worshipping

✫ 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 (drabble // 0.3k+) 𖤐 ✰ cw: sex as stress relief, overstimulation, p in v sex, congressman!bucky

✫ 𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝 (poll fic // 1.4k+) 𖤐 ✰ cw: its in the name

✫ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎 (drabble // 0.4k+) 𖤐 ✰ cw: oral (m!recieving), dirty talk, oral fixation kinda, smut, exhibitionism if you squint

✫ 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 (drabble // 0.2k+) ᝰ ✰ cw: fluff, anniversary, bucky is old fashioned

✫ 𐙚 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗!𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 (request // headcanons list) // part 1 (0.5k+) // part 2 ༄ (0.5k+) // overall: (1.1k+) 𖤐 ✰ cw: nsfw headcanons, just see for yourself LOL

✫ 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 (request // 0.6k+) ꩜ᝰ ✰ cw: hurt/comfort, anniversary FORGOTTEN, congressman!bucky barnes, tears are shed...

✫ 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛-𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊 (drabble // 0.3k+) 𖤐༄ ✰ cw: smut, p in v sex, different positions, manhandling, oral (m!recieving), wall sex, bucky is crazy sos

✫ 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚢𝚍𝚛𝚊 (drabble // headcanons list // 0.3k+) 𖤐ᝰ ✰ cw: some nsfw, some sfw, horseback!reader

✫ 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 (drabble // 0.3k+) 𖤐 ✰ cw: 1940's!bucky, talk of injury, reader is steve's sister, smut, p in v sex, exhibitionism if you squint.

✫ 𐙚 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔!𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 (drabble // headcanons list // 0.3k+) 𖤐ᝰ ✰ cw: alternate universe, p in v sex, possessive!bucky, waitress!reader, kissing, making out, oh.. oh god

✫ 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 (request // 2.1k+) ✰ cw: pornstar!bucky, p in v sex, recording kink, dirty talk but also soft at some points, we love bucky here, love confession

✫ 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜 & 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚎 (request // 0.7k+) ✰ cw: congressman!bucky barnes, bath sex, p in v sex, rough sex, something possessed me when i wrote this

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𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌 ♨︎

✫ 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 (drabble // 0.3k+) 𖤐 ✰ cw: smoking weed, praising kink, missionary, p in v sex, dirty talk, aftercare

✫ 𝚓𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚙 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 (10 links) 𖤐 ✰ cw: its in the name

✫ 𐙚 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 (drabble // 0.1k+) ᝰ ✰ cw: fluff, nudity (showering not sexual), sharing a shower.

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𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐅𝐅 ☪︎

✫ 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚙 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 (9 links) 𖤐 ✰ cw: its in the name

✫ ?

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𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 ☞

✫ 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 (request // drabble // 0.4k+) ᝰ ✰ cw: fluff, period comfort fic, established dating, insecure!reader

✫ ?

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𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓 ✂︎

✫ 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 (drabble // 0.1k+) 𖤐 ✰ cw: mocking, oral fixation, p in v sex

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𝐁𝐎𝐁 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐒 ꩜

✫ 𝚋𝚘𝚋 𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚙 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 (14 links) 𖤐 ༄ ✰ cw: its in the name

✫ 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 (request // 1.3k+) ✰ cw: pathetic!sub!bob, but he's also a little bit of a brat? p in v sex, oral (f!receiving), some angst, bob is also touch starved JESUS GIVE THIS MAN A BREAK.

✫ 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 (drabble // 0.3k+) ✰ cw: bob, sentry and void drabble, oral (m&f!recieving), facefucking, praise kink, degrading kink, lowkey filth

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𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅 ✦

✫ ?

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𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊 ♕

✫ 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎? (request // 1.3k+) 𖤐꩜ᝰ ✰ cw: alcohol consumption, swearing, dirty talk, one night stand core LOL, stomach bulge kink, tony is a freak - but i kinda wrote him ooc so like.. bewarb.

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𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 !!

(fics that have multiple love interests in it)

✫ 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 (request // 0.9k+) ☆ ✰ cw: linecook!bucky x entertainer!reader x bartender!steve, dirty thoughts but not enough to get the smut tag guys, swearing, lowkey tame!!

✫ ?

[emelinstriker]

May you share your TFP Decepticon headcanons 👁️👁️

If you want specifics, then their domestic lives? (Or what one can achieve akin to a domestic life in time of war 💀)

I did NOT expect to see any ask regarding TFP- Or at least till I switch fandoms again- So like I can't really think of many X Reader headcanons right now. So I just wrote down like 3 for each. I'm also not quite sure how to condense domestic points, cuz I suck at general fluff when my hyperfixation is elsewhere- So sorry if these don't feel like they're really in the domestic direction fhgnfhg

Only doing some Decepticons though-

☆ ~ Headcanons ~ ☆

☆ Megatron

He do be a busy mech, so he doesn't have too much time on his servos. Therefore he cherishes it whenever he gets to have private moments with just his human and no interruptions.

Likes to carry you around on his shoulder pad- It just generally makes it safer for you, in his opinion, and more comforting for him.

Any that would merely look at you weirdly would face the wrath of Lord Megatron. You can tell him not to punish the other Cybertronian though. He does listen... sometimes.

☆ Starscream

Mans refusing to show affection towards you around other Decepticons, especially Megatron. But he's just melting around you when in private.

He prefers recharging with you lying on him. It's oddly soothing having his human on his chassis.

Tends to look for you as comfort whenever he had a bad day with Megatron.

☆ Soundwave

Despite the amount of work he does and how busy he is, he doesn't really fail at also paying attention to you. He's truly a multi-tasker.

Would let Laserbeak play with you though if his extra appendages and music can't keep you busy.

Very loving towards his human. He may not talk, but he uses emoticons on his visor to display how much he loves you.

☆ Shockwave

Just don't play with whatever materials he needs to conduct his experiments and you're good to go. Play with his antennae and ear fins while on his shoulder pad instead.

He gets easily distracted by his human. He knows it's illogical with the major size difference, and how he should just be able to ignore you. But he can't help it nor explain this phenomenon.

He also also can't explain why he has this urge to gently pat you with a digit.

☆ Knockout

While he does buff himself on his own, or has Breakdown help him, he does enjoy it when you're buffing him instead as well. Especially when he's in his alt mode.

Speaking of which, expect drive-in theater dates. Just don't get his interior dirty with snack crumbs.

Worries a lot about your health. If you're sick, he'll keep you close to him to make sure you're actually alright. But no kisses from him till you're no longer coughing and sneezing. He just buffed himself and doesn't need your sickly fluids on his frame.

☆ Predaking

Tends to pick you up whenever he wants attention. You were talking to Steve? Nah, now you gotta give your giant mecha dragon pets and kisses.

He also enjoys carrying you around on his frame whenever he can. At least he won't have to look where he goes this way.

While he has to go on missions from time to time, it's not a common thing due to his value, so a lot of his time is spent protectively watching over his human.

[rinsoap]

THE BIG SEIJOH FOUR'S MUSIC TASTE!

this includes : oikawa tooru. matsukawa issei. iwaizumi hajime. hanamaki takahiro.

note : REMASTERED FROM THIS POST! im back from hiatus! (maybe) please enjoy some music headcanons while i scrape together inspiration for some actual works :p

OIKAWA TOORU

!!? you cannot tell me he isn't OBSESSED with kali uchis. he's been an og fan since her por vida era. i've been pushing the kuchi oikawa agenda for three years and i've been RIGHT for three years! he loves latin music and found out about kali when iwaizumi showed him an odd future song she was featured on. i'm ngl guys, being an "og" fan gave him a complex... wdym "name ten kali uchis songs" she's got 30 million monthly listeners. be fr.

his favourite songs by kali uchis are:

☆ gotta get up - interlude on the isolation album. ☆ moral conscience on the red moon in venus album. ☆ no eres tu(soy yo) on the sin miedo album.

!!? daniel ceaser die hard fan. he loves his on the low bisexual rnb artists, what can he say? he'll listen to freudian on REPEAT, like all ten minutes just looping while he goes through the five stages of grief. iwaizumi called him immediately when he learned daniel was on the new tyler the creator album, they were GEEKED.

his favourite songs by daniel ceaser are:

☆ do you like me? on the NEVER ENOUGH album. ☆ take me away on the freudian album. ☆ LOVE AGAIN on the CASE STUDY 01 album.

HONOURABLE SONG MENTIONS: tonight by summer walker. 360 by charli xcx. get back by britney spears. WAR! by DESTIN CONRAD. sunshine by steve lacy & foushée.

MATSUKAWA ISSEI

!!? #1 frank ocean dick rider. he's actually so annoying it's crazy. type of fan to beg for him to make more music but has barely listened to his pre-blonde albums. type of fan to say "what do y'all know about frank ocean?". type of fan to say "frank ocean mentioned 🤓☝️" whenever someone says one of his song titles in everyday conversations (this might be me).

his favourite songs by frank ocean are:

☆ sierra leone on the channel ORANGE album. ☆ nights on the blonde album. ☆ songs for women on the nostalgia, ULTRA album.

!!? him and makki are crazy underground fans, it's actually not even funny. iwaizumi found out and was like "oh i love the underground, my favourite rapper is MFDOOM, whose urs?" and they were like, "umm Ken Carson 😄" what "the underground" technically is is genuinely a sore subject in the friend group LMFAO

his favourite songs by ken carson are:

☆ murda musik (ft. destroy lonely) on the X album. ☆ ss on the a great chaos (deluxe) album. ☆ yale on the teen X album.

HONOURABLE SONG MENTIONS: of course you won't by lucki. paper soldier by brent faiyaz. purity by A$AP rocky & frank ocean. forgiveless by SZA & dirty ol' bastard. father stretch my hands pt. 1 by kanye west.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

!!? tyler the creator's #1 fan wdym?!!? goblin era apologist typa fan. "no guys, like, it was supposed to be his intrusive thoughts!" they faces killing me why no one gaf 😭 chromakopia glazer and he knows it! (valid) he was there during the odd future era, like dude was writing OFWGKTA on his desk in sharpie omg.

his favourite songs by tyler, the creator are:

☆ WILSHIRE on the CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST album. ☆ lone on the wolf album. ☆ A BOY IS A GUN on the IGOR album.

!!? are we surprised he's a kendrick lamar fan? this was so obvious to me like no other option. relatively new fan, but everyone thinks he's been listening to him since 2011 because he's so obsessed and knows so many songs by HEART. gets into daily debates with mattsun over whether gkmc or tpab is better.

his favourite songs by kendrick lamar are:

☆ DUCKWORTH. on the DAMN. album. ☆ momma on the to pimp a butterfly album. ☆ backseat freestyle on the good kid, m.A.Ad. city album.

HONOURABLE SONG MENTIONS: benzo by blood orange. sunday by earl sweatshirt & frank ocean. talk my shit by childish gambino, flo milli & amaarae. housten old head by a$ap rocky. CYANIDE by daniel ceaser.

HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO

!!? charli xcx superfan dont play! he started listening to her through brat, but he enjoys her older songs better. he likes electronic type of music, but he likes to say he fucks with anything that "goes crazy". him and oikawa almost exclusively listen to charli when they're together and mattsun says it drives him crazy, but everyone knows he's mouthing the lyrics to to girl, so confusing.

his favourite songs by charli xcx are:

☆ claws on the how i'm doing now album. ☆ sympathy is a knife on the brat album. ☆ unlock it (lock it) [ft. kim petras & jay park) on the pop 2 album.

!!? like i mentioned, him and mattsun are annoying underground fans. so let me talk about their other goat, destroy lonely. these mfs are the type to try and start moshpits and fail miserably. they like to say "what do y'all know about lone?" but only like his most popular songs.

his favourite songs by destroy lonely are:

☆ VETERAN ft. ken carson on the NOSTYLIST album. ☆ bane (single). ☆ LUV 4 YA on the LOVE LASTS FOREVER album.

HONOURABLE SONG MENTIONS: glory boy by lucki. tears in the club by fka twigs & the weeknd. immaterial by SOPHIE. nightcore by ken carson. codeine vision by chris travis.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Steve NSFW Headcanons

* A lot of people (myself included) think that he mostly loves missionary with hand holding but I feel like if you’re down to try something different, he’s open to it.

* Loves letting you top him pretty much every night and he’s not afraid to be a power bottom when he wants to take control.

* Like Eddie, he loves having his hair pulled and will even ask you to pull on it let his back have a break from your scratches.

* Has a MAJOR praise kink and loves to both give and receive it, especially receive it. He loves being called your babygirl.

* Eats up dirty talk even though he’s not that great at it. You always encourage him, though so he’ll keep trying.

* Aftercare is probably his favorite part about the whole thing. He loves cleaning the both of you up afterwards and snuggling is always expected.

* Definitely gets too into it sometimes and the words “I love you” will slip from his mouth, but you always laugh it off, telling him that he’s just so adorable.

* Once you show him the kinky stuff you’re into, there’s no fucking way he can go back to just missionary.

* Loves to have his cock sucked and he’ll often beg for it after a long day. He loves watching you sit between his legs, sucking him off, hypnotized by the way you can get him off with just your mouth.

* Needs, craves words of encouragement because he wants to know if he’s going it right, that he’s fucking you the way you like. He gets insecure sometimes and needs his girl to tell him that he’s doing a good job.

* Loves to be pegged but he’ll wait for you to initiate it because he’s too embarrassed to ask. He doesn’t want to admit how good it feels, how he loves when you bend him over any surface and will just go to town.

* Definitely has a breeding kink. Every time he fucks you, he constantly tells you just how much he wants to fill you. How hot you would look pregnant, how badly he wants to make you a mother.

* Takes every chance he gets to worship your body because that’s his favorite to show you how much he loves you. He loves peppering your skin with kisses while giving you compliments, something he loves about that certain body part.

* He definitely comes early, but he’ll still try his best to hold out as long as he can because you clearly have more energy than him most of the time.

* Definitely prone to crying during but it doesn’t happen often. It’s really only when he’s overwhelmed with how good you’re making him feel.

[godjustkys]

stranger things headcanons.. pt 1.

THEME: How the characters deal with your flirtations (friendship stage)

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: mike wheeler, will byers, jane hopper, lucas sinclair, dustin henderson, maxine mayfield, billy hargrove, steve harrington, nancy wheeler, joyce byers, jim hopper, dmitri antonov, eddie munson, jonathan byers.

READER: male reader with a sarcastic, flirty, witty and a slightly cynical personality.

Mike Wheeler;

- dude is either OVER it or does not catch on at all.

- like seriously, your touches would linger for a bit too long and he'd think “oh, that's weird. whatever.”

- you mess up his hair every chance you get and he goes livid.

- “don't touch my hair, man!” is what he'd say and in return you'd just mock him. then a 'playful' fight ensues. he has ruined like five of your shirts now, accidentally tearing it while fighting.

- whenever you say something flirty or out of pocket, you would get two different reactions. The most common one being “ha ha. very funny.” with a sarcastic smile. and the other one.. god, he would just stare at you with a concerned look on his face, not even saying anything.

- for a little while, Mike just stayed oblivious to your 'advances', per say.

- you would do stupid dirty shit behind mike's back when the party's attention was on you just to get some laughs from them. it always worked but it ended up with mike scolding the shit out of you and calling you different names.

- one time at a random party, you invited Mike to dance. He disagreed, of course, and brushed you off with a laugh, but for a moment he almost said yes. Which was very weird for him. Dude was borderline panicking.

- you would call him “mikey” just to piss him off and he hated that nickname with a passion.

- “Mikey-” you'd start, and mike would immediately interrupt you with “get the fuck out of my house. Like right now.” with a blank look on his face while aggressively pointing to the stairs.

Will Byers;

- consider the dude dead. anytime you flirt.

- yeah he's a little slow but when he gets what you meant he goes red in the face.

- like he's blushing so furiously that even the tips of his ears are turning pink.

- he starts fidgeting with his fingers and blinking more profusely, as if that'd help anything.

- “will, you're sleeping with me, right?” you asked once, at a sleepover. He paused. “ay, I'm not opposed to whatever you're thinking but I meant you're sleeping in my room?” you cleared up.

- Oh. oh. “Yeah- yep, I'm sleeping- in your room, yeah.” he responded after swallowing hard. Lucas laughed so hard he started crying.

- he's a sucker for physical contact, truly, so whenever you'd press up against him, or your hands would brush, literally any physicality and he's tensed up, his heart beating out of his chest. It's not that he likes you, but your flirting certainly fucks with his mind. He's not that dense.

- due to your flirty personality, most of the time he would avoid eye contact with you. Because any time your gazes met, you'd wink. And it wasn't that big of a deal, truly, but Will just couldn't help it, it made his breath hitch ever so slightly.

Jane Hopper;

- oh lord. most of the time, she doesn't get it. she just smiles and nods.

- you think it's funny how oblivious she is, it is stupid but hella adorable.

- when it is explained to her, she barely has a reaction to it.

- so in conclusion, she doesn't even answer you. Unless you talk to her about it. But that is literally it. She doesn't deal with your flirtations, you have to deal with her obliviousness.

Lucas Sinclair;

- dude laughs it off when you first start flirting with him. Then he gradually becomes more and more concerned.

- he takes it pretty seriously. But he doesn't care that much, mostly because it doesn't bother him nor does it make him uncomfortable.

- immediately assumed you were into men when you made a slightly over the top joke (not that it was wrong).

- told dustin, will and mike what he thinks. they didn't believe him. Like at all.

- next time you said something flirtatious to Lucas, he didn't waste a second looking over at the others.. who seemed to have taken your flirting as a joke, something you'd say between buddies, you know?

- so after a long long long contemplation, Lucas abruptly asked “are you into dudes?”...

- everyone went dead silent.

- you answered after a beat. “..wasn't that like.. obvious?”

- “WHAT?!”

Dustin Henderson;

- HE FLIRTS BACK.

- you flirt, sure, you give it a hundred percent. Dustin, though? Dude gives it his ALL. Everything and anything he has.

- he sends you air kisses, he loves physical contact, he loves giving gifts (and receiving them), he loves talking. To make it short, he's love in human form.

- any time you guys have playful banter it turns into heavy flirting. Also, you two express appreciation by flirting, too.

- “don't make me kiss you, henderson.”, “dude,” he paused to put on chapstick. After he did, he turned his focus back on you. “i'm ready, kiss me.” he'd say.

- of course, others would whine and complain about it. Especially Steve, god he hated when you two acted like that.

- “i think my ears are bleeding,” would be Steve's response.

- at one point, you and Dustin had a wedding.. a platonic one, but a wedding nonetheless. He's never been happier that he got to be the wife.

- all jokes aside, you always expressed physical affection to Dustin because you knew that he'd be more than willing to receive it. Hugs, forehead kisses, simple gentle gestures, head pats, shoulder pats, etc. etc.

Maxine Mayfield;

- you low-key think she's scary but shoot your shots nonetheless.

- albeit, they're always met with frustrated silence, sarcasm or judgy glances.

- she acts like she hates it. Yeah, sometimes it truly pisses her off if she's in a bad mood and her social battery is low, but other than that, she kinda enjoys the attention from you.

- she actually liked you since she met you. not like.. actually like you, but you seemed nice, you seemed to have an understanding others lacked.

- she catches onto every single flirtatious remark you make. Every. Single. One.

- if you say something she doesn't like at all, she hits you in the back of the head, flicks your forehead or punches you in the shoulder. Fuck, her flicks are deadly.

- “can I braid your hair?” was a question you asked once. Max just turned to look at you with a soft smile. “Fuck no.”

- “oh-”

- physical contact is not her strong suit. Of course, she loves it, but not every time. It also depends on how she's feeling. A thing she can never get tired of though is quality time. You could spend days with her and she wouldn't mind at all. As long as you don't bother her too much.

Billy Hargrove;

- the moment you open your mouth around him, you're playing with fire. Seriously. You don't know what is gonna set him off.

- fucking hates it. hates it hates it hates it.

- to say that he's your friend is.. an overstatement. He just tolerates your presence. Does not like when you say stupid shit.

- “you've got such a pretty face.” you complimented him once.

“i'm gonna beat the fucking shit out of you.”

“ohhh-kay.”

- would laugh it off but he knows you're into guys. he done seen it from a mile away bro 😭 gaydar strong as shit.

- was a bit bothered by you liking guys at first, though over a span of a damn week he couldn't be bothered enough to care.

- says he hates when you're around him but has spent more time with you than with anyone else.

- he's gotten too used to being around you.

- “where are we going?” you asked from the passenger seat of his car.

“a date, are you fucking-” he paused, blinking a couple of times. “my date.” he pulled over almost immediately, in a heart beat. “get out of the damn car.”

“you just-” you stammered for a moment. “good luck on your date.” you said in an encouraging tone, feeling defeated as you got out of the car, not even knowing where you are.

“don't need it.” he said bitterly as he drove off. Well, okay.

Steve Harrington;

- either laughs or gets flustered (doesn't show it).

- mocks you so much in return.

- DEFLECTS your compliments with mean comments like crazy.

- “ya look good today, Steve.”

“Couldn't say the same about you. Jesus, have you looked in the mirror this morning?” he said with a concerned smile.

- cheeky little shit. he'd jump in traffic if it meant he'd avoid saying a simple 'thank you' to your compliments.

- he thinks you don't know that your flirting affects him. it's way too obvious. dude's hands get clammy, unclenching and clenching his fists, rubbing his hands on his pants or his stance shifting after a compliment. the signs are subtle, sure, but not invisible.

- the tension between you two is CRAZY. yeah he gets flustered if you say something out of pocket but he's not scared to hold eye contact. I mean, if you're not looking. if you are, he's not sparing a damn glance your way.

- CHECKS YOU OUT SO MUCH. AND FOR NO REASON. dude's a natural flirt.

- he has flirted back like a total of 5 times. otherwise he'd just brush you off fr.

Nancy Wheeler;

- SOMEBODY GET THE DAMN AMBULANCE.

- if she likes you and your vibe, she flirts back. SHE FLIRTS FIRST MORE.

- you thought you'd get her flustered? Nah, she's giving you signs dude.

- she'd make 'accidental' physical contact with you, like gently brushing her hand against yours and shit like that. just to tease you.

- shameless with her flirting. Seriously. She doesn't say much in front of others but if you're alone you can't catch a break.

- she'd speak a sentence that has a clear implication of something dirty and then when you ask her about it, she'd give it another meaning.

- eye contact eye contact eye contact, she loves it

- one time, the two of you were hanging out in your room. You were going to a wedding tomorrow, and Nancy knew that.

“fuck, I don't have any nice clothes. What do I wear for tomorrow?” You asked her, hoping for some advice.

“i'd rather you wear.. nothing.” she said mindlessly, flipping through a book.

“..Nance.”

“what, you asked me, I answered.” She said with a small chuckle.

Joyce Byers;

- she catches onto your flirting but she overthinks it and eventually comes to the conclusion that you're just being friendly.

- a good thing about your flirting is that it would lighten her mood if she's upset or deep in thought.

- she jokes back at your flirting but immediately regrets it, thinking she sounded stupid

- she loves when you wrap an arm around her shoulders, it gives her a sense of security. Some sort of it, anyway. Always gives you a small slightly awkward smile when you initiate physical contact with her, too.

- so afraid of being misled that even when you sent her flowers, a huge bouquet of it, she thought it was a friendly gesture, again. Jonathan and Will argued with her about it.

- is finally convinced that you're into her when you wink at her across the room, being discreet.

- no seriously, all of that and the only time she thinks you're into her when you're winking at her. Not when you're openly flirting with her or sending her gifts..

Jim Hopper;

- DOESN'T EVEN LOOK AT YOU.

- everyone at the police department knew you flirted with Jim. But due to him ignoring you constantly, you gave your pick up lines to his co-workers, and made them say the cheesy words to him. Ended them with a 'yours truly, [Name]'. Always.

- that got him to talk to you. He was pissed off, sure, but he still talked to you. And that was better than nothing. Told you to stop - you didn't.

- dude threatened to arrest you for harassment.

- he'd clench his jaw whenever he had to stand next to you.

“Can't tell if you're tense because you want to kiss me so bad or because you wanna beat the shit out of me.” you said, your tone amused yet held a hint of fake seriousness.

“I'm about to shoot you.” He answered, his tone flat and nonchalant.

“hm. not really fond of that idea, thanks though, Jimmy.”

That was his last straw and he genuinely pulled a gun on you.

- of course, after that, it didn't stop you from flirting with him anyway.

- whenever his colleagues see you nearby, they point you to him and urge him to ask you out. He was starting to hate everyone because of you.

Dmitri Antonov;

- Acts annoyed when you gush over his russian accent. though it makes him feel more comfortable about it, more confident.

- most of the time he flirts back in English. Or just says “oh yeah?” with a small smile of disbelief.

- whenever he responds to you in russian.. he is talking shit about you. Not that he hates you, but sometimes your words are too much for him and the only thing he can do is let it out through violently shit talking you. To convince himself that you're 'not all that'.

- deep down hle knows that you are though.

- if he feels flustered, he averts his gaze, shakes his head and/or buries his face in his hands.

- avoids talking to you at any given time, only does it when he has to.

- touch him in any sort of way and he's STIFF AS FUCK. dude's a statue. Unless he pushes you off.

Eddie Munson;

- feels extremely flattered when you flirt with him.

- of course, he flirts back.

- does an eyebrow wiggle anytime you say something suggestive.

- somehow manages to turn your normal sentences to awkward ones when he makes a dirty joke out of your words.

- “I lost my bracelet in a ball pit like a year ago,” you complained once the conversation turned to speaking about lost things.

“ball pit?” he asked, a small smile creeping up his face.

“Yeah?” You said with a raise of your eyebrow.

“Ball.. pit?”

“Dude.” you deadpanned.

- made a bet with Dustin that you're into him, that you're not just joking. Dustin had his suspicions but you didn't seem the type to like.. men. Or even if you did, you would've told him already.

- that's the biggest loss of his life. lil guy was FLABBERGASTED.

Jonathan Byers;

- cannot hold eye contact for the life of him.

- he gets kinda nervous when you're flirting. The first time you flirted dude was a stammering mess, fidgeting with his sleeves like a maniac.

- despite an established shyness he had around you, he enjoyed your company. you were a good friend.

- friend? You have never given someone so many hints that you like them.

- Argyle, when he was high, told Jonathan to just get together with you already because the pining was giving him second hand embarrassment.

- Jonathan has been even more shy around you since then.

- “That's a good photo, when'd you take that?” you asked simply, your eyes locked onto the photo in Jonathan's hand.

“Like-.. last month, uhm, during the trip-” he stammered out after a short pause, his head lowered. HE WAS BEET RED DUDE.

- “you have GOT to give me a kiss, I did such a good job?” You said in a joking manner.

Jonathan died inside, right then and there on the spot. His mouth hung open, staring at you wide-eyed.

Once you notice he was baffled, you huffed out a laugh. “I was kidding, you know. But I won't turn you down if you decide to actually kiss me-”

“[Name]—” he groaned out a whine of your name, disappointed by your last sentence as he tried to gather himself.

[rhea-is-bored-again]

Hey girl. I think you've already done a few of these, but I love the stories where Ponyboy is dating reader and Darry gets all protective. Could you maybe do a story about like reader coming over for dinner, to study, or smth like that? I just love when all the other greasers won't stop teasing them about their puppy love, Soda is proud af and ships them, Dally's head immediately goes to the gutter and won't stop making dirty comments, Darry is fr actually crashing out about Pony growing up too fast and not following rules

i love this headcanon SOOO much!!! here you go!

(pls tell me someone gets the twisters reference)

aint no love in oklahoma

ponyboy took your hand as you two got settled on the dining table, getting your papers and folders set up and going straight to work, some soft song playing on the stereo as pony snuck you glances when you weren't looking.

darry ONLY allowed pony's girlfriend to come over if it was for studying.

so, darry was standing in the kitchen, keeping a very close eye on both of you, although you hadn't even spoken to each other since the first hello.

when you took a break, soda came striding in from work, and immediately spotted you at the table.

"hey little one. here to study?"

soda shot pony a smirk, to which ponyboy gave him a filthy side eye. you nodded at his older brother absentmindedly before giggling at pony's expression.

pony didn't really like his brothers making small talk with you. he thought you'd think they were handsome and leave him.

little did he know, only one curtis had your heart.

as the afternoon bled into evening, some of the gang members began to come in for dinner, just to bother darry

"ayy, look who's got his lady with him!" two bit jeered the moment he spotted you, making ponyboy groan and you chuckle.

"too good for a little punk like him." dallas mumbled as steve whooped and slapped ponyboy on the back.

"stayin' for dinner, itty bitty?" soda teased, and your boyfriend bristled again.

"yeah, is that fine?" you say shyly, as pony touched your hand under the table, clasping his fingers with yours.

darry sighed from the stove and nodded, mumbling something like "glory, that's seven kids."

you and pony talked quietly with each other, giggling at his goofy friends; two bit balancing his shoes on beer cans, soda and steve flexing in the hallways mirror, and dallas was making comments at you.

"damn pony, you don't do something with her i might steal her myself.” he murmured with a shit-eating grin whilst getting a beer out of the fridge, completely missing the foul look he got.

"aw, shut it." ponyboy muttered, and you squeezed his hand under the table.

as dinner plates were passed around, some sat around the living room to eat, leaving you and ponyboy alone in the kitchen.

he chuckled quietly as you leaned in for a quick kiss before starting to eat, and of course darry caught you.

"sit across the table." he ordered sternly, looking down at you with a disappointed look that you thought only your father could give.

you saw darry's eyes visibly soften as you moved away sheepishly, snickering.

(darry just doesn't like seeing his baby brother growing up. but he is proud that he's grown into a man.)

of course, the nosy boys in the living room heard and immediately began to make dirty jokes that made your ears burn and ponyboy groan.

soda just nodded in approval at ponyboy, a goofy grin on his face.

as chaos ensued yet again, you and and your boyfriend secretly bumped legs under the table, grinning at each other as you ate.

taglist: @agepl0yer

a/n: i hope we liked it, yall! sorry im not cranking out stories as fast as i used to 😔 summer is coming so it will get better!!!

[rainylana]

Random Sex headcanons

Eddie Munson

warnings: smut 18+ mentions of being high, std’s, swapping partners, no use of y/n, talk of kinks, masturbation and sex positions, threesomes.

• i will die on the hill that eddie finishes very quickly. i think he can maybe hold it off over time as he gets older, but his first few times having sex he’s coming within 30 seconds.

• he’s very kinky and that’s no surprise. i think he’s probably perfectly fine with having regular vanilla sex, but when he finds someone he can be super kinky with, he really enjoys himself.

• i definitely think he’d be into bondage, tying someone’s hands up with his belt to a headboard. maybe he even has a stash of rope for the occasion. i think he’d be very into pain play and decrophylia. he likes the power, but i can see him being a sub every now and then. he likes a woman in charge, too. he finds it very sexy.

• he’s always jerking off to porno magazines and has a stash under his bed. or he’s renting rated x movies from the video store when steve is working, just to purposely tease and gross him out.

• his favorite position is doggy because of how aggressive it can be. quickies get him more excited than anything. the idea of being caught thrills him when he’s fucking in public. second choice would be someone riding him so he can grip there throat from below. he’s really into choking.

• DEGRADING! he’s so into dirty talk and being mean to his partner. it’s all consensual, of course. he makes sure that whoever he is with is 100% comfortable with what they do.

• but at the same time i see him being very easy going with sex too. he goes with the flow and whatever the mood is. he can be very giggly especially when he’s stoned. he can’t stop kissing or tangling his limbs with his partner.

• he’s always swapping partners and has had threesomes. definitely should get tested for std’s.

• he’s very loud during sex. very very vocal and he’s not afraid or embarrassed to be. if he feels good, he’s going to express it.

• i feel like he would either LOVE daddy kink or HATE it because of his upbringing. it’s either way.

• loves to have his hair pulled. def loves his nipples sucked and played with. he’s really into begging. he loves to be in control and have the power. he wants his partner on his knees begging for his dick.

[curtis-brothers-hug]

I’ve seen headcanons of “what if Evie doesn’t like Sandy?”

And I raise you: what if Evie doesn’t like Soda? What if she and Sandy are close, and she doesn’t think Soda is a good enough boyfriend for Sandy?

She sees how scared Sandy gets by Soda’s adrenaline junkie tendencies, and how he never tries to curb them no matter how much she begs, thinking it’s enough to cheerily reassure her that she’s got nothing to worry about. She sees how hurt Sandy is when Soda flirts with other girls at the DX, how it inflames what Soda should know are her already deep insecurities, how he thinks he can smooth that over by telling her it’s “just for the business.” Steve gets business just fine by actually being good at cars, not by sweet talking customers. That time she overhears Soda telling Sandy that she’s a classy girl, “not trashy like other greasy girls.” Well, fuck you too. Like he’s so classy. She hears the dirty things he calls out at other girls when Sandy ain’t around. Steve does the same thing - all greasy guys do (except maybe Johnny Cade?) but at least he don’t try to hide it from her.

Soda acts like he’s crazy in love with Sandy - and he probably is - but it’s an up-on-a-pedestal kind of love, like she’s some perfect angel who don’t got her own problems. Instead she constantly listens to him go on and on about his, “things are tough with his brothers, and he can’t talk to nobody about it except me and Steve.” “Yeah, but who do you get to talk to?”

And does he just not notice how she panics when he talks about them getting married as soon as she graduates? It’s not the marrying him part, she’d do that in a heartbeat, but she’s told him time and time again that if they get married, they gotta get outta Tulsa, she’s gotta get away from her folks. And again, he just tells her it’s all gonna be ok, they’ll stay here and he’ll protect her from them. But he already can’t protect her from them. How many times has her old man hit her across the face?

She knows Soda ain’t a bad guy really. She knows he means well. She even knows he loves Sandy. He just doesn’t really see her. Which is ironic. (“His brothers love him to pieces, I know they do, they just don’t really see him.”) (While she’s at it, she wants to strangle Big Curtis and Baby Curtis too sometimes. “Pay some goddamn attention to your middle brother so he don’t keep whining to my friend all the time!”)

If Soda really loves Sandy like he says, she hopes he wises up one day before he loses her for good.

[melancholicstation]

BEAT POETRY ON AMPHETAMINES - a collection of situationship!jfk headcanon's

takes you on "dates" which are in reality him taking you to a matinée showing of an erotic nineteen twenties film that ends in you guys risking a public indecency charge on both your records between the theatre seats

does the equivalent of a "you up?" text by randomly showing up at your parents home and telling them that he's going to take you out on a twilight boat ride across the cape

the night definitely doesn't end with you guys wandering out way top far on the water simply because other things caught your attention...

jfk going to mass because situationship!reader won't answer his letter and/or calls cause she saw something in the newspaper about him and another socialite:

situationship!reader being embarrassingly down bad and commissioning a one of one bespoke tie for jack as a birthday present embroidered with a message like this

always makes incredibly crude and dirty comments whenever you have to make jello for a summer society event or sorority meet, however there's a sick sense of accomplishment that you feel knowing that jack sticks around to watch you do the mundane stuff, rather than simply leaving you after he's had his way like he does with the other girls.... (i'm sorry in order to be in a situationship with jack and not rip your hair out you would have to harbour a pick me/not like other girls complex inside you... i don't make the rules, i just timidly enforce them!)

also the jello moulds would be by gelée (yes, i know the brand wasn't around in 1950s my fanfics exist in a liminal space without the actual laws of time) cause they are my favourite for crafting a 1950s confectionary feel in the modern age (and they have free shipping! hallelujah!) and the jack's favourite flavour would be pĩna coco... don't play with me right now

would actually wow you with his morning after breakfast cooking skills (on his good back days) and would work within the confines of your very limited pantry in your one bedroom apartment...

and then he would return to the bedroom where he left you, wrapped up in a white poplin sheet, with a cobbled together jelly and tahini brioche on a plate to share with one fork for the two of you

at like 4am once you guys had done what you do for most of the little time you get to spend with each other, he'd try his hand at being vulnerable mostly about his chronic illness and back pain...

i'm thinking specifically something akin to how he would write to igna arvad about his outlook on pain as a constant plague on his enjoyment of all the things that life could offer a man as wonderful as he "if i had lived to be a hundred, i could only have improved the quantity of my life, not the quality" but it would be more conversational when in person. because a man like jack doesn't strike me as overly eager to trauma dump, yet also reads as very emotionally intelligent in parts

he always gets letters sent on hotel stationary whenever you stay at the chataeu marmont like this:

after fifty years and once you two have both passed i just know people wander across photos of you two together on pinterest and are like who is that girl with the thirty-first president of the united states?? and why have we never heard of her.

and you two are always serving cunt prince and princess of the people in the photos:

he would write rambling letters to you when he was a little drunk if he caught a glimpse of you at a partying entertaining or simply talking to a man in the manner you once talked to him in (despite making no moves to make your relationship offical or monogamous in any fashion) and then apologise later on in person with a kicked labrador expression or right his wrongs in a follow up letter

you're granted visitations rights to visit his room while he's recovering from 2nd back surgery and you bring bread and broth (due to the strict clinical diet he's been placed under) along with a hand written steve harrison quote "the virtue of soup and bread in a clay pot prepares the body and mind for what is to come" that you use push pins to affix on his hospital room wall

alongside that selection, you begrudgingly bring some adult magazines because he hasn't stopped whining that there was nothing to do all damn day

you guys keep a small pseudo capsule closet in each others drawers. for him: there's a small collection of parisotto cotton shirts in blue, black and navy. for you: there's a pair of linen pyjamas, a biella cashmere jacket and pleat skirt set, and an oversized coat

jack would 100% smell like a mix of abercrombie and fitch fierce cologne and the deauville lotion from chanel

you'd handed him a mother of pearl spoon with some osetrra caviar in a little gift box for christmas...

which then led to jack eating caviar of various parts of your body quietly trying not to wake up those who were still up for the night...

[callme-holly]

shmoopie, I've missed you. general johnny cade headcanons *angelic music starts playing in the background*

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - should i be making a revision plan? yes. did i stop to write these instead? obviously.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 410 words

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Johnny does not need babying.

Stop it. He is not a wuss, okay?? Stop treating him like he’s incapable of defending himself. He’s not. 

Now that that’s cleared up, let’s move onto the good shit.

Johnny is a cat person. Try and change my mind.

He’s feeding all the stray cats at the lot before he even thinks about feeding himself and I bet my entire life savings that he’s got this really scrawny, ratty looking cat that follows him around everywhere. 

I think he can cook pretty well. Like he would have had to have fed himself at home (I don’t imagine his parents ever bothered cooking) so he sort of had to learn himself with the help of the Curtis brothers. 

He is sassy. Do not fuck with him; he will shut you down faster than you can blink.

He probably steals stuff from people at school. Maybe not intentionally. He might borrow something off of someone and then forget to give it back, but he will never return it after.

He’s probably got a little box of random trinkets he has collected over time. They’re all irrelevant things and not at all needed, but he just doesn’t want to throw them away in case they become important in the future (they wont.)

He spends most nights over at the Curtis home, so much so that he practically lives on the floor of Soda and Pony’s room. They tell him to take the couch, but he refuses everytime. 

He strikes me as the kinda of person who will sit out in the rain and just watch a storm. He doesn't care if he gets sick and will only come inside if he really has to. 

He is crazy good at card games. He’ll win everytime and Steve swears down on everything he owns that Johnny cheats. Steve is just a sore loser. 

He’s very protective over certain members of the gang. While he won’t confront someone directly if they are bad-mouthing one of his friends, he will certainly shoot them dirty looks until they get the hint.

He probably talks to bugs when he’s alone at the lot. He seems like that kind of person.

Like he sees a bee or something, and he’ll just be sitting watching it and talking to it. 

Overall, Johnny is the sweetest and is tougher than most people give him credit for <33

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

[ronearoundblindly]

https://www.tumblr.com/autumnrose40/763897780676788224/biteofcherry-sweater-daddiesdumbdork

I’d love to know your take on what the Cevans characters + Bucky would do in this situation. Who’s drops everything and forgets what their arguing about? Who gets annoyed? Who doesn’t care and pushes their point anyway?

Your headcanons always hit hard and fit so well and ur my fav writer so I thought I’d ask for your opinion if you’d like to share <3

Who gets derailed when you flash him during an argument?

Warnings for, well, talk of tits and some escalation to sex for a few of the bois... Also, I included who this works for long-term and who quickly catches on. 🤭

Jake Jensen

Works. Every. Time.

Jake can't even come back to the argument within an hour or so because he gets soooo distracted, like 'hey hi are we having sex now cool let's go i'm ready.'

Eventually, he can finish a sentence or two of his argument, but tbh, he just wants to be heard on his point--which you do listen to--and he generally is not worried about whatever it is being changed right away.

The farthest he's ever gotten is if the row is about some machine or tech that's expensive/sensitive. He can manage to adjust that equipment until it's correct and safe...and then he's stepping up to you, asking where you want him or if he can have the honor of removing your pants 😁

Johnny Storm

This tactic started for you by accident since arguments with Johnny get legitimately heated. You were suddenly sweating while he barked his little heart out, so you ripped your top off.

It worked a treat.

Johnny will sometimes sneak heat into enclosed spaces/close to you in order to force you to strip. You know he would. You know you're secretly totally into it. Asshole... It doesn't even have to do with arguments anymore.

Curtis Everett

Derailed, but Curtis scrambles to think what his point was. He'll look away and gather himself. He will attempt to complete the original discussion, and he wises-up quickly, instantly turning around if your hand moves toward the hem of your shirt when he's trying to be serious with you.

Lloyd Hansen

Continues to argue even as he walks over and begins to bite your nipples and tickle you with his mustache. Every mean thing he's saying after that just sounds dirty, but he won't fuck you until you promise to do as he wants and admit he was right. Foreplay...takes forever between you two like this.

Ransom Drysdale

I will see @biteofcherry's 'unfazed, stares at boobs, continues to argue,' and raise you that Ran begins to start arguments out of nowhere and stare at your chest until you lift your shirt to get him to quiet down. He's the fucking worst. You know he would absolutely do that.

Steve Rogers

Obviously, the cutest of the bunch since he would just go silent and beet red. Once Steve's brain restarts, it's arms akimbo and a hip pop, "that's not fair," and a sharp huff of disapproval. Now, the real secret is Steve disapproves not of your bare chest and keenly effective technique but of his very own thots concerning said bare chest.

Bucky Barnes

Buck's the guy in that video who says "ok, you have two solid points there," the cheeky bugger. He deeply appreciates when you lighten the mood of the most important or the most meaningless fights. To be fair, he expects a discussion, a conclusion to the argument you two were having, because following through with all those talks is a big deal to Bucky. He'd like to be heard and understood in your relationship. Use the derailing wisely.

James Mace

"Are you even listening?!"

Mace doesn't argue lightly, so if he is arguing, you better be paying attention. He's maybe the only one who gets genuinely annoyed by this joke.

HE IS ALSO the only one who decides that when you get mad, he should just strip off his shirt to derail your train of thought, too. He's a tat-for-tit kinda man...

Ari Levinson

Ari, in general--i.e. not Bedrock and Blueprints Ari,--doesn't skip a beat if you flash him. He has military training to stay on-task, so he uses your playfulness to his own advantage and can tease you mercilessly in order to win the argument. He can walk right up, mid-sentence, tickle your side, pinch your nipple, squeeze your ass. Bit of a torturer, that Mr. Levinson.

Jimmy Dobyne

Oh, he'll blush at first, but Jimmy is a dirty man ready to get dirtier on a dime. He can finish making his point while he stalks you into a corner like prey. NGL, the first time he did this, you got instantly wet. His predatory posture surprises you; he's so perfectly sweet and almost formal in public...

Jimmy is dominant behind closed doors though, as I've argued before, so he jumps at the opportunity to make you 'regret' your cheeky move. He does not, however, understand TikTok. You can explain and show him and try until the cows literally come home. Jimmy just gives you a blank, confused look.

[Main Masterlist; Who Would... Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[dr-gl0rbiez]

What, hunger ones! ‘Tis time to sup upon images of delight!

Im not trying to speak in Shakespeare anymore. Too mind boggling. Anyways!!!!

First drawing is gonna lead me into a headcanon ramble soooo prepare to read!

So, in that picture, it was about Halloween time, and it is very likely the Curtis gang had seen “The Alvin Show”, which came out in 1961. Johnny and Ponyboy originally had the idea, and decided to have Dally to join in (after forcing him and using blackmail material willingly supplied by Tim). Dally only agreed if he got to be the “leader”, Alvin basically. Johnny wanted to be Theodore because he just liked green and figured he fit him the most. Much to his chagrin, Ponyboy was left with Simon and was teased ruthlessly because he “already has the glasses for it!” (I am a firm believer Ponyboy and Darry have glasses they have to wear, but Ponyboy NEVER wears them).

Darry only let it all slide because he just wanted Ponyboy to put his glasses to use for ONCE. Even for a silly Halloween costume. You can see Ponyboy considering whether or not biting Dally would be worth it (he bit him after the picture was taken). In terms of HOW the costumes were gained was simple. They used old sweaters Darry grew out or just didn’t like to wear for the boy. Darry and Soda just sewed them up if they needed some fixing, and added the “D.W” onto Dally’s sweater. I 100% believe Mrs. Curtis planned to teach all her children to sew when they were old enough to not prick themselves. She only got to teach Pony the basics before the accident.

Anyway!!! Darry managed to buy a plain red cap for Dally to use, and Soda gave Pony some old jeans for him to wear. Unfortunately, just like in Soda’s case (they were Darry’s first), the pants were too big so Pony had to use a raggedy belt to hold them up. Dally wouldn’t take off his stupid boots for better shoes, and Darry’s long learned to pick and choose his battles. Specifically, his battle with getting Johnny to accept the hand-me-downs.

Johnny is very amazed by the existence of non-old, not tight, and mostly clean shows because they were Soda’s! But, as well all know, he (Soda) has a tendency to just…not wear shoes, and i like to think when he does, he just wears the same pair everyday until they are physically unwearable. So, Johnny’s shoes are in good condition. Like in Pony’s case, Johnny was given a pair of too big jeans, but from Steve. Steve insisted very much that he didn’t care for them and didn’t want them anymore, but the gang has seen him wear that exact pair to work for weeks at a time because “they’re comfortable”.

They’re a family full of hand-me-downs, your honor. Well, the only things handed down are things that AREN’T completely destroyed or dirtied beyond repair.

Anyway!!! Again!!! I have a Soda from a 1930’s magazine that I thought fit him nicely, cause that’s a pretty boy!! I also altered the text just a teensy bit but that’s okay. I also had to trace the text at the too because my handwriting isn’t the sweetest or most readable. Finally, we have a Cherry drawing i actually love very much!! Idk why, but i saw cherries, thought “Cherry”, blacked out, then realized i was drawing Cherry. It’s a living. Sorry for rambling, but i just had to get the silly thoughts out of my head so badly. Fun to talk. Fun to think.

Tagging @kalied0skull because he wanted to be part of a tag list thing for my art (thank you so much for your kind words 💔💔), and @thefairyghost (thank YOU for the request snd your support!) because they requested the Alvin and the Chipmunks thing. (dunno if either tag worked, let me know if it didnt)

Anyway, hope you have a nice whatever time it is for you! Im gonna keep drawing til like 3 in the morning!

[sodapopper]

do you have any soda headcanons to share? i recently played him in a play production of the outsiders and i just think about him 24/7 now- and you have some of my favorite soda thoughts!

Ahhhh SO cool that you got to play him!! You’re truly living the dream 🫶

When Sodapop Curtis was a kid, he informed anyone listening (and anyone who wasn’t) that he was gonna be a cowboy when he grew up. Now he’s grown up. He still wants to be a cowboy.

Nobody can get the better of this guy, because he’ll simply laugh at them until they feel stupid. Soda is a middle child. He came into the world fighting dirty. He turns insults into flirtation and confrontation into a joke. Petty jabs are doomed the moment he starts grinning.

And if a blow does lands a little too close to home, if words crawl under his skin and sit heavy close to his heart, well, he’s tough, ain’t he? He’ll laugh and walk it off, no sweat.

(And later, if he cries silently into his pillow where no one can hear, what then? At least no one knows it got to him.)

He’s a terrible driver but only because he’s so busy talking to whomever’s in the passenger seat, he’s not paying attention to the road. Steve is clutching the door for dear life.

Impromptu wrestler. Will tackle guys out of the blue. One minute Ponyboy is trying to have a normal conversation, and the next thing he knows, he’s flat on the round.

Soda goes after Darry the most because it’s a fight doomed to fail and he likes impossible odds. He’s determined to beat Darry one day.

(He will never beat Darry.)

The only time Soda came even close to winning was when Darry accidentally dislocated Soda’s shoulder and was so busy freaking out, Soda got a few good jabs in. The pain was nothing compared to the soaring high of superiority. He never lets Darry forget it.

Physical Touch guy. Man is an octopus. You can’t get him off you.

Absolutely wicked with a lasso, he and Dally spent years honing their game you do NOT want to mess with that.

When Ponyboy goes to college, Soda starts sleeping in Darry’s bedroom because he got so used to having someone with him, he can’t stand being by himself anymore.

[steddieunderdogfics]

Passing Notes (and other tropes) by harmonictechnicality

Rating: E

69,363 words, 12/12 chapters

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Tags: Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort. Light BDSM. Soft Dom Eddie Munson. Choking. Dirty Talk. like turn around now if you don't like dirty talk , Spit Kink, Bottom Steve Harrington, Strip Tease, Phone Sex, First Time, Dry Humping, script format scenes for banter purposes, brief mention of kink shaming, 1983 dnd boys make a minor appearance, Praise Kink, Possessive Behavior, Bullying, Minor Violence, 80's Pop Culture References, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Not Beta Read, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Love Bites, we're living in my delusional headcanon that Steve is an 18 year old junior in high school

Summary:

And as Steve drives home, he knows what he should be thinking. He should be so proud of himself for having this breakthrough. He should be wildly excited that he had a productive conversation with the opposite sex - or anybody, for that matter. He should be patting himself on the back on the prospects of being Just Friends with Nancy Wheeler instead of gaining another number to his dumb body count list. He should be reveling in the news that he is capable of change. But Steve’s not thinking about any of those really wonderful things. He’s only thinking about one thing:

‘Nancy’s little bother called me douchey-looking-hair-guy, and I cannot wait to tell Eddie Munson.’

 

Or:

What if Steve Harrington had found himself in detention with Eddie Munson on the day he was supposed to take Nancy Wheeler on their first date? How drastically different would his life be?

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