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[astermath]

hiya! i’m a really big fan of your stranger things work and I was wondering, if youre comfortable of course, a steve x reader period imagine where reader tried to hide their period from Steve, but he finds out and is super fluffy and sweet about it? thank you!

HAHAH wow i have let this ask stew in my inbox since last year thats CRAZY im so sorry my dear,, i was going through old asks and i rlly like this prompt actually so here u go, i hope u enjoy!!!!

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, obv mentions of periods / menstruation, reader is referred to as female, steve being dense at first lol, regular sized font below!

wc: 1.4K

notes: while the reader in this fic is female, i am well aware not everyone who has a period is a girl, and not everyone who's a girl has a period!

Steve is one attentive boyfriend.

It’s the early stages of your relationship, the golden era, the honeymoon phase. And while you’re a still a bit nervous about it all, you couldn’t be happier, because he does it all right.

He knows your favourite snacks, what music you like, what makes you laugh, what makes you cry. He’s starting to figure out your ins and outs, and it’s almost crazy how quickly he’s catching on. You have no reason to feel judged by him at any point, he truly is comfort poured into the shape of a person.

So then why are you staring at your phone right now, struggling to dial his number and just tell him why you can’t make it to your date?

It’s not usually this bad, at least it hadn’t been for a while, so why now, of all moments, must you be forsaken to be terrorised by your period?

You bite your lip, laying flat onto your bed, hand over your lower stomach. It's right where the pain is just gnawing at you, just like the guilt is. But you know you’d feel even guiltier if you just stood him up, he doesn’t deserve that. You sit up, a tad slowly to save yourself from another cramp, and swallow your nerves for now.

“I’ll just… Tell him I’m sick. Yeah… Yeah I can do that.” You think to yourself.

The combination of his number had started to feel natural to your fingers now, unlike how anxiously you pressed the buttons the first time, triple checking before finally pressing call. You're triple checking again now, more so because you're not sure you can handle hearing the defeat in his voice when you tell him you can't make it.

The phone barely gets a moment to ring before he picks it up, and his all too familiar sweet voice comes through the device.

"Hey babe, everything okay over there?"

You pause a moment before replying. "How did you know it was me calling?"

"Lover's intuition." He chuckles, and it makes your heart flutter. It's not fair how easy it is for him to do that to you, but you enjoy it nonetheless. "So, what's going on?"

"I, uh..." God, getting the words out is like pulling teeth. But you'd rather die than let him think you just got cold feet about your movie date. "I'm really not feeling too well right now, Steve... I'm-- I'm so sorry, I'm gonna have to cancel for tonight." Your eyes are welling up with tears before he even gets a chance to reply, just imagining his pretty face losing its bright expression when hearing your unfortunate news.

"Oh," damnit, he does sound sad, "that's okay, uhm... Is there anything I can do? What kinda sick is it?"

Shit, he's gonna make you say it, isn't he? You know Steve is a mature guy, he knows about periods, knows how they work, but you've been told to suck it up and get on with it before... A part of you is still disappointed that you just can't.

"U-Uhm... It's more like, a stomach thing, I guess?" It's the best way you can put it for now, hoping it'll put his worries to rest.

"Okay, I see..." You can nearly hear him thinking, the subtle noise of bags being moved and a fridge being opened coming through the phone. "Uh, how aboouuut... I come over to yours, and we just watch a movie at home? I still got a couple of tapes we haven't gotten to, and I can bring some light snacks that won't upset your stomach too much."

The thought of Steve caring for you while you're sick sends a warm feeling through your entire body. God, how does he just keep getting better? But you can't lie to him, right? It's not like you're really sick, unless you count the curse of menstruation as a symptom.

Before you get a chance to explain, he's talking again, and by the ruckus in the background you can only guess he's rushing to grab all his stuff. "I'll be heading out in a bit, I'll stop by the corner store too, stay put for me alright? See ya in a bit!"

You're sure he didn't realize he wasn't letting you talk, but frankly, you probably couldn't even come up with a response on time anyways. Right now, you just have to worry about looking somewhat presentable, and maybe figure out a way to tell him you're not actually sick.

By the time you've brushed your hair and brushed some mascara onto your lashes, you're already hearing the doorbell. You just manage to pull a fresh shirt over your head, before stumbling down the stairs and stopping in front of the door. With a deep, loaded, sigh you open it, to reveal your boyfriend.

Hair messed up, plastic bag in hand, jacket haphazardly thrown on. He clearly rushed to be here, still panting a little, but in your eyes, he's the image of your guardian angel, your saviour in need.

Before either of you know it, you're crying again, your freshly applied mascara now leaving thin black streaks over your cheeks. Your hands go up to cover your face, embarrassed, not even sure why you're sobbing all of a sudden. The feelings just hit you like a freight train, rocking you before you even have a time to rationalize.

Steve's expression falters, the bag he had in hand dropping to the floor in an instant, stepping in closer so he can carefully wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest. Not too tight, he doesn't want to startle you. He's a bit distraught; he's really only seen you cry at a sad movie scene before, so he's a bit unsure as to what's caught you to be so upset right now.

"I-I'm sorry..." you manage to mutter through your incoherent sobs and sniffs, effectively ruining the front of his shirt in the process.

"Hey, hey..." His big hands go up to your face, gently cupping your wettened cheeks as he looks into your teary eyes. Hell, the image of you is almost enough to make him break too. "What're you sorry for? You can't help it that you're sick, right?"

The reminder of your lie makes you want to break eye contact in shame, but it's hard to force yourself to lose sight of that soft, caring gaze of his.

"I," sniff, "I lied, I'm so sorry Steve, I-- I'm not sick, I just... I have..."

He watches you expectedly, not upset, just curious. You'd surely have your reasons if whatever caused you to cancel is making you this upset.

"I'm... I'm just on my period and it-- it hurts really bad, it's not even usually this bad, and I felt like I was overreacting and I feel so bad and--" Your ramble gets cut short by his chuckle, the same one that nearly caused you to melt over the phone earlier.

"W-Wha... Why are you laughing?" You're not sure if you should be happy or worried, you're already experiencing so much at once, it's hard to pick one emotion to feel.

"Nothing, it's just, well," he picks up the bag he dropped, opening it slightly to show the bars of chocolate, candy and your favorite chips inside. "I had a feeling."

The sight of it makes you snap out of your state of distress, and you can’t help but crack a smile through your tears. “Seriously? How?”

He shrugs, a sheepish smile adorning his face. “I told you, lover’s intuition.” He pulls you back to him and kisses your head. “There’s another bag in the car with chicken soup in case I was wrong.”

You both laugh, just hugging on your doorstep for a moment. You have to let it sink in, that maybe Steve just is that sweet and considerate of a guy.

“D’you wanna go inside, or does standing outside help with cramps?” He pulls back a little, and you fight the urge to poke him in the ribs for his sarcasm. You love it either way.

“Yeah, let’s go inside. We can watch When Harry Met Sally and I can cry my eyes out again. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.”

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[technically-human]

Hi i'm absolutely in love with the reverse au!!

I want to know, in this verse does edwin still confesses to charles? if so how is it different? i feel if he did he would end it by apologizing, you know, religious guilt and all

There’s a train that goes through Hell.

Its journey starts in Wrath, and it departs already full of souls. It took Charles far too many years to realize that there were separate, more spacious wagons that demons could board. Not that he could understand why anyone, hellborn or not, would want to get into the damned thing. He certainly hadn’t.

Actually, Charles couldn’t recall ever boarding the train. As far as he could tell, he just appeared there one day, and had spent the next tortuous decades trying to get out. It was part of the torture. Getting out was entirely possible. More than that, it was necessary.

The train had no regular schedule that he could discern (not at first, though he had always been good at finding patterns, and was eventually able to crack it) but it would make quite a few stops before finally returning to the Wrath ring. Souls inside the train were already angry and far too close to each other (close, so close not even air could squeeze in) but when they got really violent was when the train made a stop.

Getting out didn’t mean you were free, no matter where you managed it, be it Sloth or Gluttony, Pride or Lust. No, as soon as the train finished its journey, you would appear back inside, in Wrath where you belonged, suffocating once again, getting ready to claw your way out for the millionth time.

Because if you didn’t get out, The Conductor would get you.

If he thought about it calmly, Charles could probably say that he got out of the train more times than not. Still, being caught by The Conductor once was bad enough, as there was no coal in Hell, and something had to serve as combustible. Souls could not burn to death, and the whole journey always felt longer than eternity when he was caught. Once it was over, he would be inside again, and fight with more desperation than before, not caring who stayed inside so long as it wasn’t him.

He couldn’t understand why anyone, hellborn or not, would want to get into the damned thing. He certainly hadn’t. But as the souls pushed and bit and clawed and punched their way out, Edwin boarded the train. And that wasn’t even the most groundbreaking revelation Charles had that day.

ko-fi

[queenimmadolla]

Just read the little blurb about Penny vomiting on Eddie when she was a baby, and it just makes total sense for Eddie to become a victim of his children's projectile bodily fluids, lmao.

Where there was Penny's vomit, there was Wayne's pee.

There was a serious moment where Eddie was scared to change Wayne's diaper, after the kid started randomly unleashing his pee the second the diaper came off. As Wayne has on his usual baby blank face, just comfortably flailing his legs about, he's watching his dad totally freak out about being covered in pee!

This has, unfortunately, happened to me, so this is coming from some experience :’)

(p.s. i love everything you always add on to them so much)

Changing Wayne’s diapers is anxiety inducing, sometimes.

All the time.

Eddie’s got the baby on the changing mat, his onesie undone and scrunched under Wayne’s lower half as his son’s legs kick in the air, little fists bunched up, brown eyes boring into his dad’s. The diaper is undone, fastening strips pulled apart and now the front of the diaper is just covering his son up, acting as a shield.

The two Munson boys just stare at each other.

Eddie’s face, like Wayne’s, gives off no emotion, blank as he gives his baby ample time to add a last minute addition to his soiled diaper because—for some godforsaken reason─the minute Eddie pulls the top of the diaper down, Wayne shoots off like a hose and Eddie is left scrambling to cover his son’s doodle and stop the pee stream attack. It had been bad enough when Penny would do it as a baby—she didn’t have a penis, though. Her pee stream was relatively controllable, whereas Wayne’s would hit the ceiling, the walls, and any shirt Eddie was wearing. And, on occasion, his face.

Eddie had heard the sound of a small stream of pee against the inside of the diaper moments prior, had seen the unsecured diaper rise for just a few seconds with the force of it. But his baby is a trickster, a little mischievous, just like his dad. And he’s got one helluva poker face.

Eddie wonders if it’s a pavlovian effect; if he’s actually and accidentally conditioned his kid to start pissing the second his lower half is freed from the confines of his diaper. Wayne’s gotten you a few times, too, but you’re speedy (and well prepared now, you immediately place a wet wipe over your baby’s little bits to soak up last minute additions that might come out as you switch out the soiled diaper for a clean one).

After five more minutes of their stare down, he braves a check─

—and immediately has to shove the top of the diaper back in place when a stream shoots out to hit the back of the couch, near Eddie’s head.

HAH! His little fire hydrant missed.

This time.

Eddie grins as he realizes he can easily swap the diaper out now, he’s got a small enough window of time.

The grin slowly falls when he glances around him, at all the diaper changing supplies, wet wipes, spare diaper or two, some ointment to prevent any chaffing or rashes in between his son’s rolls….but no baby powder. His gaze slowly slinks across the room, spying the white bottle on the small kitchen table, before falling back to rest on his son.

Little legs still kicking, eyes still boring into him, but this time his plump little lips stretch into a puckered ‘O’, and Eddie can already hear his son in his head, Ooooooh, you left it all the way over there, daddy. Go get it...I won’t peepee on you when you get back….

Safe to say, Eddie ends up having to change his shirt again after he snags the baby powder and finally changes his son’s diaper.

[squoxle]

Your bio says I can request a fantasy if my own so here goes one…

“CAN EYE SUQ YAUR BO00OB?”

Ummm…I think I know what u want 😏 (this is a little different from my usual, but why not lol)

"𝒯𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝑀𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈" ~ 𝐻𝓎𝓊𝓃𝒿𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝒻 𝟣𝟪+

🎵pairing: SKZ Hyunjin!bf x Reader!gf | 🎵wc: 1.1k | 🎵summary: Your boyfriend Hyunjin is obsessed with playing with your tits. |🎵cw: 🔞MDNI!! Pure smut…but mostly just tit fondling and hardcore making out...♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

You joined Hyunjin at the dance studio to watch him practice. A lot of times Hyunjin just wanted to dance for fun, but he also really liked when you joined him. To be honest, you weren't as good of a dancer as he was, but you knew how to at least keep up with him.

"Damn..." Hyunjin swore under his breath as you entered the studio.

"What?" you asked as you watched Hyunjin run his fingers through his fluffy hair.

"I kinda wish we would've stopped for coffee," he said sucking his teeth.

"I can go get some for you if you want it that badly," his eyes shot up at your comment.

"Really?!"

"Sure," you giggled.

"Here's my card," he said before pulling out his wallet. "Just go to the coffee shop in the lobby. You can get yourself something too," he smiled.

"Alright, I'll be right back," you waved before leaving your boyfriend behind in the studio.

You ordered Hyunjin an iced americano and got yourself an iced peach tea. You heard music playing as you made your way back to the studio. You walked in and sat against the mirror, next to the Bluetooth speakers connected to Hyunjin's phone.

"Oooh," Hyunjin smiled bouncing over to grab his drink. "Thank you~" he said cutely before kissing you on the cheek, making you giggle.

“What’d you get,” he said plopping down next to you.

“I couldn’t decide between a matcha latte and a strawberry frappe so I just got peach tea,” you said before sipping your drink.

“How do you come from a frappe and a latte to peach tea,” Hyunjin chuckled.

“You already know I’m indecisive,” you smiled nudging his shoulder.

“Hmm yeah. Well, I think I’m ready to dance again,” Hyunjin said before jumping to his feet and extending a hand towards you.

“Umm…what do you think you’re doing,” you raised a brow.

“Indirectly asking my lovely girlfriend to dance with me,” he smiled harshly showing nearly every tooth in his mouth.

You sighed and grabbed his hand as he pulled you to your feet.

☆Now Playing: Company - Justin Bieber ☆

01:13 ━━━━●───── 03:28 ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

link to the dance you did>>obviously the first duo

Hyunjin played Company from his phone, a choreography that you two had practiced a few times, but never done it completely right.

You watched yourself in the mirror as you copied Hyunjin’s moves. You danced closer to the mirror for the first few movements before stepping back to dance right next to him. There was a part where you stood in front of Hyunjin while he was down on one knee. The next move was for him to grab your hand and ease his way up your body, but he took a moment to pause at your boobs. He shook his face between your tits before rising to his feet.

You gave him a dirty look as you followed through to the next step of wrapping your leg around him for a spin. Instead of just grabbing the back of your leg, you could feel his hands caress your ass before sliding down to the normal position.

You could feel the sexual tension rising as you saw the smirk on his face. You smiled and shook your head as you continued the dance. The next few step were separate from each other, but when it was time for him to dance behind you, you weren’t surprised when he grabbed your boobs in his hands.

“Ahhh! Hyunjin! Focus,” you laughed.

You could hear his little snickers from behind as he followed you to the floor for the next step. Hyunjin decided to “improvise” by grinding himself against you before pushing himself off of you. You smirked as you did the next move, pushing yourself back on the floor as he walked closer to you, before rising to your feet.

He placed his fingers on your chin and pulled you in for a kiss. It was quick as he went into the next move, dancing with you in his arms.

At this point you could tell that Hyunjin had given up on the dance and was now just concerned with getting his lips on your body.

He held your face in his hands as he met your lips. “Touch me like this,” you said as you gently pulled away moving his hands from your face to your ass. You watched the lustful smirk appear on Hyunjin’s face as he grabbed your ass in one hand and wrapped your waist in the other. He fell into your neck, kissing everything from your lips to your jaw to your neck.

The song played continuously in the background as Hyunjin turned your body around, putting your ass against him. Now, you were facing the mirror. You watched as he wrapped one hand around your throat and the other traveled from between your legs to his favorite spot, your tits.

He massaged your boob in his hands as he fell into your lips, inserting his tongue as you grinded your ass against him. You felt as he started to slowly move his hips forward with your movements.

You were enjoying this so much you accidentally moaned in his mouth. He stopped to look at you before walking you over to the bench where you straddled him, feeling his hard-on against your folds. He pulled up your shirt, revealing your tits that he eagerly bit into while gripping your ass.

You knew it was about to get dirty quick so you pulled your shirt completely off, exposing your bra. Hyunjin smiled and reached his hands around your back to unhook your bra. The straps hung lazily around your shoulders as Hyunjin enjoyed your nude breasts.

*Click*

The sound of the door opening nearly made you turn around in shock, but Hyunjin stopped you, by pulling you tightly into his chest.

“Woah! What’s going on in here?” Felix said as he entered the room. “I thought you said you were practicing the dance today,” he continued.

“Hehe…I was…but umm…could you give us a second,” Hyunjin nervously stumbled over his words.

“Sure, mate. Just so you know the others are coming up here too,” Felix chuckled before opening the door. “Don’t worry I’ll let you know when the get close,” he whispered before stepping out.

Both of you let out a relieved sigh.

“That was really close,” you said as you fastened your bra.

“Yeah, and we were just getting started,” Hyunjin added as he reached down to pick up your shirt.

He helped by pulling it over your head as you wiggled your arms through. Hyunjin reached around to pull your hair out.

“Oh hey guys! What took you so long?” You heard Felix shout coupled with other chatter.

“We’ll finish this when we get back home,” Hyunjin said as he kissed your cheek before running to open the door.

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[kissesandarsenic]

One favorite fantasy of mine is exploring, walking around a magical forest and getting trapped by tendrils/vines. I love bondage, struggling against restraints, tease, edging and denial, also ruined orgasms, and the idea of being trapped like this and not knowing when I'll be free (if at all)

Treat please Mistress 🎃

Happy Halloween in advance 👻

(If this info is relevant: I'm 28, enby, they/them, clit haver)

You're part of a group of scientists that have travelled to an uninhabited island to research the native flora and fauna.

You're new to the team. Over-excited, frustrated by all the semantics in play and how slow everything moves as your supervisors follow the strict guidelines in place. You're constantly being scolded for skipping steps, for peeling off without alerting anyone and putting the party at risk.

Despite their warnings, it doesn't stop you from wandering out alone into the wilderness one night to sate your nagging curiosity.

You don't tell anyone where you're going. That's mistake number one.

Mistake number two comes when you venture out further than you intended. You're too caught up in your own world to notice something watching you. You figure the shudder crawling up your spine is merely the breeze and not a primal instinct. An inate warning.

The third and final mistake comes when you don't start running when the first tendril curls around your leg.

You trip, but are hoisted high up into the air before you can hit the ground. You try to scream but something thick and firm pushes into your mouth, gagging you. Every protest is muffled, and your mouth floods with the taste of bitter green vegetation. A vine. They writhe on the ground beneath you, shifting and bloating. Too many to count. Far too many to fight off.

The vines coil tight around your wrists and ankles, leaving you feeling off balance as you try to wriggle free. Another separates from the pile and makes quick work tearing at your clothing. In seconds, you're naked and utterly vulnerable.

And despite the fear, you're starting to become aroused.

You always were a fan of restraints, and maybe watched a few too many hentai clips. You could blame it on the cool air against your exposed body if you really need an excuse.

But that desire is made worse when a tendril slithers up your leg and rubs at your clit. Slowly at first, but building more and more. More tendrils rise and graze against every erogenous zone on your body, tearing what feeble reservations you have to shreads.

Heat floods your face and those muffled screams for help suddenly veer off into moans. Fuck, this is mortifying. But it feels so good to be held in place and fondled in the dark by sentient, alien plantlife.

A familiar feeling coils in the pit of your stomach and you close your eyes, leaning into that fast approaching release that'll maybe set your brain in order. Let you think properly and plan an escape. But just as you're reaching your finish, the vine on your clit pulls away.

You're left teetering on the edge. Needy, unfulfilled and so fucking foggy with want.

After a minute, the vine returns to rubbing you, building you right back up to that edge. It does it over and over. Ignoring your struggle, your moans and somehow always knowing the exact second to stop before you tumble towards completion.

With the last of your wits about you, you consider what would be worse:

Being found in this desperate, humiliating state by your coworkers, or being enslaved by the vines forever.

Trick or Treat Ask Game! Send in a fantasy with a "Trick" or "Treat" attached and I'll elaborate on it!

[imyourbratzdoll]

ok ok this might be fluff and light smut where chris evans got invited by BuzzFeed for thirst tweet and one of them tweet is written by his girlfriend, reader

hello, sorry this took so long. I hope you enjoy it!

thanks to @royalsweetteaa for helping me with some of these!

gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“Hello, everyone! I am Chris Evans, and I will be reading your thirst tweets!” He smiles nervously, just wanting to go home and hold you. Chris holds the blue bucket tightly as he puts a hand in, shuffling the small pieces of paper around. “Okay! Here’s the first one!”

Once he grasps one of the papers, he pulls it out and breaks into a chuckle. “I want to bury my face in Chris’s tits.” He shakes his head, “I’ll have to deny hellahornyforevans as I don’t think my girl would be too happy.” Chris gives the camera a dazzling smile, feeling some of his anxiousness disappearing as he puts his hand back into the bucket and pulls out another.

“Chris Evans can, like, stick his tongue down my throat, I guess.” Chris’s eyes widen, staring at the paper for a few seconds before his eyes slowly move to the camera. “Lovely offer, royalsweetsecret69. But again, I’ll have to pass!” 

“Okay, I’ll be doing one more before my girl manages to choke me through this thing.” Chris lets out a light laugh, winking at the camera. Knowing Y/n is on the other side, chuckling and shaking her head at him, sticking his hand back into the bucket for the last lucky thirst tweet. He pulls the paper out and looks at the username, eyes widening when he reads it.

Chris clears his throat, leaning back in his chair before reading what’s on the paper. “I want Chris Evans to clone himself, and I want Chris Evans and his clone to Eiffel Tower me.” Chris’s face goes red before he looks directly into the camera. “I mean… We could give it a go.” He laughs, leaning forward and onto the table in front of him. “Thank you, icallchrisdaddy, aka my girlfriend, Y/n L/n. Like I wouldn’t know your second Twitter account.” He lets out another laugh, this one louder than the first.

Chris looks at the camera with a big grin, “That’s all for tonight, thank you for your tweets, and I hope you all have a great day.” Once the camera is turned off and he says goodbye to the crew, he walks off with his phone in his hand and gives you a call. 

“Hi, baby! How was it?!” Chris smiles when your face pops into view, and your voice comes through the speakers. He gives you a playful glare.

“Did you have to give me a boner while I was doing that interview?” All he receives back is a cheeky smile, “you better be ready when I get home, baby girl. Because you won’t be walking for a week.”

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[taintedsoul-if]

This whole drabble stressed my pea-sized brain out. At one point, I wanted to throw my device into the wall (though I would never harm my precious babies). Enjoy. Word count: 2150.

Cadmus × MC

You push open the door, and the sweet scent of incense envelops you. The pleasure house is dimly lit, with soft music and drunken laughter filling the air. A wave of nostalgia washes over you, reminiscent of The Ole Rose, your former haunt. You can't help but wonder if Ada is doing well. Though you hope your mother's schemes go unpunished, you know Ada will uncover the truth. Her tenacity is unwavering, and she'll stop at nothing to expose the secrets that led to your demise. You're torn between your love for your mother and your desire for justice. The madam, resplendent in red robes, approaches with a captivating sway of her hips. "Well, well, well, a new face! It's lovely to have you here, stranger."

The madam's warm smile and sultry tone break the spell of nostalgia, and you focus on the present. You take in the opulent decorations and the patrons' revelry, feeling a sense of disconnection from this life. "Just passing here to enjoy a drink or two. No company necessary." You emphasize the last part, hoping to avoid any unwanted attention. The madam's eyes sparkle with understanding, and she nods. "Very well, stranger. You're welcome to stay. Take a seat wherever you like. I'll send someone over with a drink of your choice." Her gaze lingers on yours for a moment before she turns to attend to another patron, leaving you to your thoughts. Your eyes scan the room, searching for a quiet corner to escape into, when they land on a familiar figure - Cadmus, sitting in the shadows.

The memories of Cadmus's avoidance at school flood your mind, making you hesitant to approach him now. You recall how he'd vanish into thin air, leaving you feeling frustrated and unwanted. With a deep breath, you decide to respect his boundaries and not force an interaction. Instead, you redirect your attention to finding a peaceful spot to collect your thoughts. Your eyes scan the room, searching for a secluded corner where you can retreat into your own world.

As you search for a quiet corner, your eyes land on a cozy nook partially hidden by a velvet curtain. The soft glow of a lantern illuminates the area, casting a warm and inviting light. You make your way towards it.

Just as you settle in, the Madame of the pleasure house approaches, accompanied by two individuals with striking features and slender physiques. "These two have just arrived," she says with a knowing smile. "Although you declined company, they can assist with pouring your drink and attending to any other needs you may have."

You smile politely, feeling a bit uneasy at the Madame's suggestion. "Thank you, but I'm quite alright on my own," you reply, trying to decline their services.

However, the two individuals approach you with charming smiles, their eyes sparkling with interest. The woman, with raven-black hair and porcelain skin, introduces herself as Luna, while the man, with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes, introduces himself as Kael.

Luna takes the liberty of pouring you a glass of wine, her fingers brushing against yours as she hands it to you. Kael, meanwhile, takes a seat next to you, his proximity making you feel slightly uncomfortable.

The Madame, seemingly satisfied with the arrangement, nods and excuses herself, leaving you with the unlikely trio.

As you raise the glass to your lips, a flicker of uncertainty crosses your face. The wine's flavors explode on your palate, a masterful balance of sweet and bitter notes. But before you can savor the taste, a chilly voice cuts through the air. "Indulging in drugged wine to get yourself in the mood, I see." Your head jerks up, and your eyes meet Cadmus's piercing vermilion gaze. He looms over you, his presence both captivating and intimidating.

You gaze up at Cadmus, his piercing vermilion eyes seeming to bore into your soul, their inscrutable expression unreadable. "Cadmus," you say, trying to sound nonchalant despite the sudden tension. Ignoring his words, you brush them off, still remembering the stinging feeling of his avoidance. "So now you want to talk to me?" You take another sip, the sweetness and bitterness dancing on your tongue.

"You're both dismissed," Cadmus said curtly. The servers scurried away like they'd been doused with cold water, abandoning their posts without a second glance. Your eyes blazed with anger, and your glass hit the table with a sharp crack. You rose from your seat, your finger pointing at Cadmus like a dagger. "Who do you think you are, dismissing my servers like they're your personal minions?" Your voice was low and even, "You've been avoiding me like the plague in public - at school of all places! Making me look like a damn stalker for trying to talk to you, but now you're ready to get cozy in private?"

"When you approach me, do you feel anything?" Cadmus asked, disregarding your words. His hand clasped around your index finger.

"What does your approaching me have to do with anything? I am talking about you avoiding me!" You tried jerking your finger out of his hold, which didn't budge.

"Mi sol, I am getting very impatient and I don't know how long I am able to hold out for."

Gnashing your teeth together, you smacked his hand. "Stop calling me that! My impatience is also wearing thin! Your feelings aren't the only..." You were unable to finish your sentence, as Cadmus's lips covered your own, silencing you completely.

Cadmus's lips were warm and demanding, his kiss deepening as he pulled you closer. Your mind raced, torn between the anger and frustration that had been building and the sudden rush of emotions his kiss evoked. You felt like you were drowning in the sensation, your resistance melting away with each passing moment.

As suddenly as it had begun, the kiss ended. Cadmus pulled back, his eyes burning with desire. "I've missed you," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

You stood there, breathless and bewildered, trying to process what had just happened. Your heart raced, your lips still tingling from the kiss. "You've got some nerve," you managed to stammer, trying to regain your composure.

Your body felt hot, as if it was suddenly doused in a tub of hot water. Your vision blurs, and you stumble, feeling your weight pressed against Cadmus.

"Even the weakest drug has such a lethal effect on you." Nestling your head against Cadmus's shoulder, your body trembled. Thinking about it now, he did say something about the wine being drugged, but because of the hurt, you chose to ignore his words.

"Riaz... Do what needs to be done. We're leaving."

Your body felt light. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around Cadmus's neck and closed your eyes. When have you ever let your guard down around someone since transmigrating here? Never. This is the first. Cadmus felt like a home away from home. He made you feel like this is where you've always belonged. Right here in his arms. His hand cradled your head protectively.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

When you opened your eyes, you were in a tub filled to the brim with water, small purple petals floated atop the water in tranquility. Craning your head, you tried to get a good look at your surroundings. White walls, marble tile countertops attached to a glass-embedded sink with lights. There was a stone-tiled shower with a rain showerhead.

Realizing your new location was a bathroom, you quickly sat up in the tub to check if you were fully clothed, which you were, and your memory was a bit blurry. The last thing you remembered was being 'forcefully' kissed by Cadmus. At the thought of him, the bathroom door opened, and he entered, his hair dripping with water on his robe, which was loosely tied in the middle. He silently stalked across the room towards where you were, reaching out a hand, and he touched your forehead. "Mhmm, better."

"Where are we?"

Cadmus gazed at you. "Home," he responded. The water sloshed over the edge of the tub, wetting the bottom of his bathrobe. "The drug's effect should wear off in the next hour."

"I—"

"Clean yourself up and get some rest. I'll have Riaz drop you off at home in a few hours." Cadmus turned to leave, but you sprang up from your seated position to grab onto his hand. With your sudden movement, the robe slipped off his shoulder, exposing the smooth expanse of his pale, flawless skin.

"You'll go back to avoiding me after this, won't you? If I did something wrong for you to dislike me, you can say so."

Cadmus's eyes narrowed, his voice low. "What's going on in your head? Do you think I'd bring you here if I had even a hint of dislike for you?"

You stood firm, meeting his gaze. "You've been evasive with your answers," you pointed out, your tone direct.

Cadmus's expression turned edgy. "If you had answered my question earlier, maybe I wouldn't be wondering if you're hiding something," he shot back, his words laced with a hint of frustration.

His hand enveloped yours, his lips slightly parted as he gazed at you. You looked down at his hand, feeling his fingers trace gentle circles on your skin. A strange sense of déjà vu washed over you, as if he had done this many times before. But that was impossible - you'd only just met him. The familiarity must be a reminder of the person he had mentioned, the one he had lost. A pang of jealousy flared in your chest, but you didn't have time to dwell on it.

"You're the bane of all my suffering and pain, mi sol. Yet, I still crave you with every fiber of my being," Cadmus mutters, his eyes icy cold. "I vowed that our last lifetime together would be the final time I'd succumb to such all-consuming desire and need for you. But it seems that, despite everything, my body, mind, and entire existence remain inextricably bound to yours. You're nothing short of cruel, mi sol."

With those words, his hand released yours, and he stepped back, creating a distance between your bodies. "Rest well, mi sol."

"Cad—" But he didn't allow you to finish, swiftly turning and departing from the room, the door closing softly behind him, leaving you with a sense of longing and unanswered questions.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

You stepped out of your room, feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the night. Cadmus's mansion was a maze of long, winding hallways, the shadows cast by the flickering lights making it seem like the walls were moving. But you weren't intimidated.

You wanted to clear the air between you and Cadmus. Your body craved his presence just as fiercely as his seemed to crave yours. If that weren't the case, you wouldn't be trying so hard to catch his eye. The weight of guilt was crushing you, making you wonder how you'd caused someone as strong as Cadmus so much pain.

Seeking him out might seem irrational, but you needed answers. At the end of the hall, a door stood slightly ajar, warm light spilling out like an invitation. You made your way towards it, your mind made up.

Inside the room, Cadmus sat amidst towering shelves, engrossed in a book. Though he didn't acknowledge your presence, his body tensed as you entered. You locked the door, your mind filled  with doubts.

But your feet seemed rooted to the spot as Cadmus's gaze finally met yours, "You should be resting," he said gruffly, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

"I can't rest until we talk," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, your thoughts a jumbled mix of emotions: frustration, longing, and a hint of fear.

Cadmus snapped his book shut and rose from his seat, his movements fluid and graceful, like a predator stalking its prey. "No explanations necessary. I've made peace with our fate. We're not meant to be together in this life."

Cadmus drew closer, his eyes burning with hunger, your heart raced and your thoughts grew jumbled. You felt like a rabbit caught in a predator's gaze, frozen in place yet longing to flee. But your words spilled out, a desperate attempt to bridge the gap between you: "What does fate have to do with it?"

"Everything," Cadmus replied, his voice low and intense. "Don't you feel anything when I'm near, mi sol?"

You backed against the door, your heart pounding like a horse's hooves. The attraction between you was undeniable, but something held you back from surrendering to it.

Cadmus's hands slammed against the door, his white hair cascading down his shoulders. His vermilion eyes locked onto yours, their gazes lingering in a tense, breathless moment.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.* The End *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.

[blackjackkent]

Prompt fill for @thedarkstrategist from this ask meme: "Trustfall" by P!nk Sentence Starters Shadowzel - "Are we just too scared to fight for what we want tonight?" (One of those where I didn't use a direct quote but let it inspire instead.)

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This is how it shall be. I will wake her, and we will fight.

I will win - of course. It cannot be otherwise. A githyanki warrior of Creche K’liiir does not bend before an istik of Toril, a follower of Shar, a stalker in the shadows.

(Forty-one nights I have woken with her face in my mind, her name in my mouth.)

We will use no weapons. She fights with magic and a mace; she will be at disadvantage. I will leave her bloody in the dirt, in the dark. Seeing her bested, I shall be released from my obsession. 

(What shall I dream of in her place?)

It is what the varshi teach. Cosa’kh rahaj, abat’hak tarim. Desire fades, blood tells. It is a fleeting thing, this infatuation. I must be able to stand tall when it has bled out of me. I must remain myself. I will not sacrifice my honor on her dark altar.

(And yet I have no other goddess left.)

Why do I hesitate? It cannot be fear. I have never once shied from battle. From the day I could walk, I faced steel and blood unblinking. Those too weak to stand at my side fell by my hand. I carry no fear of striking down what I love.

(No - but I fear to claim it with both hands.)

And when she is bloodied and beaten, I will turn away. I will know the inconstancy of my passion and set it aside; I will shed the weight of her and be free. There will be no more ache of longing, no more half-formed fantasies of soft touches. My mind will be clear, my heart liberated.

(My soul empty.)

I will not falter. My strength has gotten me this far. Let it last a little longer, until I can see my way out of this transient madness. I will not weaken before the gleam of her eyes in the firelight. 

I will not weaken. 

I will not…

I will wake her, and we will fight. And then I will know her worth, and it will be finished.

This is how it shall be.

[hogans-heroes]

https://www.tumblr.com/hogans-heroes/743936157217357824/but-what-if-the-roles-were-swapped-what-if-gale

i hâte to do this again but when u add this in with buck’s childhood and bucky probably promised him somewhere down to line that he wouldn’t let anyone hurt him again… ITS TOO MUCH

i also feel like in his delirious state buck would feel like everyone who was trying to take care of him was his father 🥲🥲

(referring to this post)

Buck is really, truly scared and Bucky never thought he would see him this way.

Bucky's trying to hold a fevered, delirious Buck still while the doctor works, but with every touch or flash of pain Gale thrashes and tries to curl up with half-muttered beggings of stop, dad, please stop, what did I do? Demarco is glued to the other side of the bunk, just as determined to stay by his pilot's side on the ground as in the air, and the others are clusted around too. They all look just as stricken as Bucky feels, but without the guilt and sticky horror of Gale's blood on his hands and on his cheek where it's pressed to the side of Gale's head. He doesn't even know what he's saying, just an unconscious stream of words he hope breaks through the haze. Suddenly Gale goes limp.

"John?"

It's barely a breath of sound, followed by a whimper that forces tears to Bucky's lashes, and he blinks them away roughly, cradling Gale's head close to speak lowly in his ear.

"Yeah Buck, I'm here. You're alright. I got you."

He keeps talking, reassuring that it's the doctor, he's trying to help, it's not your dad. He wants to promise Buck that he's here, that he's not going to let anything happen to him, but the words get stuck in his throat. Hadn't he already promised that so long ago? And look what happened, he failed, he broke his promise and now Buck is trembling in his arms with fear and pain, and his face that Bucky loves more than his own life is marked and bloody. Now he's helpless, just has to wait and ride out the fever and delirium while Gale shrinks and cries and begs for help, flinching away from any touch. He doesn't flinch from Bucky though, and its a small mercy that Bucky clings too.

[starrystevie]

part one

dating a popstar isn't exactly where eddie ever thought his life would be going. said popstar being the one and only steve harrington definitely wasn't a part of that idea, either. you know, the steve that was littered up and down his body in varying colors and styles, scripts and swirls, large and small love letters to his music on whatever space looked too empty. dating that steve was a concept that eddie never took the time to put actual thought into until they met on his tour.

it became a reoccurring thing, the whole "eddie in steve's tour bus, ending up with far less clothes on than he came to the concert with, showing off a new piece to gentle fingers and softer than soft lips" thing. and that reoccurring thing turns into the "steve learning what the inside of eddie's apartment looks like with the sunset painting the walls only to wake up to see what the sunrise makes it look like with far less clothes on than he came over with" thing.

it's on their second official date in the city, when they drink enough vodka sodas to make them just past tipsy and they tumble into eddie's apartment wrapped around each other, that steve see's it. or well, her. eddie strums over the red guitar's strings lightly once before turning back to steve with a wide grin and grabby hands, sauntering over in what he must think is sexy but has steve snorting out a laugh instead.

"you play?" he asks as eddie nuzzles into the space between his shoulder and neck, open mouth kisses tickling the sensitive skin, making his fingers dig just so into eddie's hips.

"mmhmm," he murmurs back noncommittally, focusing more on making temporary bruises form on the pale skin under his lips. "i'm in a band sometimes."

steve laughs with a shake of his head and threads his fingertips through eddie's hair, pulls him back enough to lock gazes, drags his fingers across spit slick lips because he can't help it. "how are you in a band 'sometimes'? most band guys i know are hardcore about it. life or death for the music, you know?"

"well, maybe i'm not like most guys you know, harrington." he says it with a smirk, one that gets returned, before he goes back to steve's neck and has hands wrapped tightly around his hips again.

steve doesn't let it go after that. it's a few days later that he asks eddie about the band, about what music they play and if they have any songs, any albums. asks him to play a song for him as they sit in the moonlight with sated smiles and something love-tinged hanging in the air. it becomes their thing, steve sings for eddie when they're in his tour bus and eddie plays for steve when they're at his apartment. they show their unreleased stuff to each other and it feels good, feels right.

"hey babe, come here for a second" steve says one day on his second tour since the two started dating as eddie brushes his teeth in the hotel suite bathroom. he pads out with bare feet on hardwood floors and finds steve standing next to the full-body mirror examining his bare torso with far more attention than he's ever paid it before.

"... what are you doing?" eddie questions with minty-fresh breath as he comes to stand behind his boyfriend with a chin over his shoulder. he scans over steve in the mirror from his cheeky grin down to the moles dotting his chest down to his ribs where there's-

"oh," his eyes grow wide, steve's hands grab his to pull them around his stomach and press his back to eddie's chest. "that's..."

to the naked eye, it's just a few bats. it's small enough to be hidden away under shirts and polyester, easy enough to explain away to prying eyes. but eddie knows what it really is. he thinks back to the night he first played him the bare bones of "bat out of hell", the song he wrote during his roughest time that wouldn't go anywhere other than his notebook. but now he see's it on steve's skin, etched into him like a stark reminder of him and them and the love that courses in their veins alongside the ink that was purposefully chosen.

eddie presses a lingering kiss onto steve's cheek, eyes closed as he breathes in the air that surrounds the love of his life and thinks about how lucky he was that he was on shift the night of steve's first show in indianapolis.

"figured you have enough pieces of me, i wanted to have a piece of you, too."

[mausinly]

BIG BURLY FLUSTERED MEN with a/o who takes one of their hands and kisses their knuckles - knuckles that have been covered in blood - and big burly man (I’m imagining König) just self destructs. Blue screens. Combusts.

Unwinding after operations is always a hassle. There's this limbo between finishing the mission and arriving back at base where adrenaline is still high, but you can't stay in one place long enough to come down from it.

Everyone is still milling about the building your unit is using as a temporary base. Counting your dead, if any, and treating the wounded before heading to the drop ships to fly back to KorTac's base.

You and König are holed off in a corner of the courtyard, you being seated on a bench with your back pressed against the wall while he sits on the ground between your legs. He rests his head back on your thigh, and you can feel the way he fidgets. Itching for something when there is nothing left to do but wait. His mask is still on, along with the rest of his gear. One of his hands idly tap your ankle, trying to find some way to release this anxious energy he has until you both can get back to base, where he knows it's safe.

You look down at him and remove your gloves, placing them aside before sneaking one of your hands under his hood and the balaclava beneath. Your fingers drag against the column of his neck, and your nails gently scratch his nape, making him groan and tilt his head back further to look up at you.

König let's out a grunt and fixes you a curious look. You hold out your free hand toward him. "Give me your hand." You murmur, and he does so compliantly.

He melts a little at the pleased little smile you give him, eyes darting down to where your hand holds his. His are so much bigger than yours, thicker too with the bulky material of his gloves. The fabric is stained red, speckles of blood still wet and crimson. He frowns a little at the idea of your hands becoming stained as well.

König thinks to rip his hand from yours, but falters when you begin to tug the leather off his fingers and down his wrist until his skin is released from the suffocating material. His hands are rough, pale and scarred and calloused. Your hands aren't perfect, but they are much more delicate and pretty than his in comparison.

You seem to disagree, though, with the way your hands trace the shape of his. You spread his fingers a little, dragging your nails along each callous and faded scar. It's almost devout in the way you study each line of his palm, the pads of your fingers so gentle against his skin.

You lift his hand up to your lips, tenderly pressing a kiss to each knuckle. You start at the base before moving down each finger, almost as if you don't want any of them to be left out. He would have laughed at the thought if his body wasn't frozen like a deer in headlights.

Your eyes fall down to his and your smile widens at the absolutely mystified look in his eyes, stormy blues flickering between yours and your lips against his hand as his pupils dilate.

His mouth opens and closes underneath his mask, but any attempts to speak die in his throat. How could you put so many thoughts in his head that he is unable to fabricate them into words? Do you have any clue what you do to him?

You let out a small chuckle and go back to kissing his hand, trailing your lips down across his palm and the back of his hand. You pull down the edge of his sleeve just to press your lips to his wrist. König groans as your affection doesn't let up, long and pained as his head lulls against your thigh and he drapes an arm over his eyes.

"Du wirst mein Tod sein, Engel..." He murmurs, thankful that his mask hides the stupid grin on his face.

[queenimmadolla]

After Penny & Wayne, shortly after the condom incident, she overhears you and eddie having sex so you leave that one for eddie to deal with.

inspired by the tiktoks of parents coming up with excuses for the noises and the slapping sounds 🙈

you guys are so freaking funny, a follow up to the condom incident lmao I'm calling this one

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖-𝐖-𝐄𝐬

(dad!eddie munson x mom!reader)

The question comes at breakfast, both Penny and Eddie are chowing down on cereal while Wayne plays with his food in his high chair, chewing too long on a soggy piece of waffle. Eddie’s  busy shoveling his sugary cereal down, eyes scanning over a potential contract Robin had already looked over for him. It’s nothing huge but it’s something, and you’ve been encouraging him to pursue music a little more, do something that makes him happier than tuning up cars–and he really does love it, it just gets annoying real fast; a side hobby he forced into a job. Took the enjoyment out of it. 

  Penny’s been staring at him all morning, glaring at him through her lashes with a firm scowl on her face. You’d noticed it when you got her up and ready, but she didn’t respond to your ‘why so glum, chum?’ with much enthusiasm, just pouted and you’d briefly been able to kiss it away. Then you’d sat her down for breakfast with her dad while you disappeared back to your bedroom to continue getting ready and the scowl returned. 

Eddie reaches for his coffee–also crammed with creamers and sugar–and just so happens to glance Penny’s way when he notices the death glare directed at him. He’s taken aback, leaning into his seat. 

  Neither of them say anything, just stare (in Penny’s case, glare) at each other. Eddie slowly reaches for his spoon, gathers the last bites of his cereal and is about to shovel it into his mouth just as you come out of your room, adjusting an earring and Penny grits out between her teeth. “Why. Did. You. Hurt. Mommy.”

  You frowned and so did Eddie, the both of you exchanging looks of confusion. “What are you talking about, Sweet Pea?” Eddie asks, popping the spoonful in his mouth. 

“I heard you hurting mommy in your room last night. She was crying and you told her she was a bad girl!” Eddie chokes, pounding on his chest with a closed fist as he attempts to dislodge the cereal he’d accidentally inhaled from his throat. You catch on pretty quickly to where this conversation is going so you start packing up your purse, lips pursed and just shy of a whistle to seem inconspicuous and not draw attention to yourself. Eddie coughes a couple more times, having finally swallowed his cereal and beat death. He was panting from the exertion and rush of it, eyes wide in horror, “WHAT?!” “Mommy is not a bad girl! Mommy is good! Mommy is a good mommy and you better stop being mean to her and hurting her or–or–or else!” The five year old packs a surprisingly large amount of malice in the threat, pointing her spoon at her dad menacingly. You barely manage to keep yourself from laughing, rolling your lips as you move around the table to kiss Penny and Wayne’s curly heads. 

“OKAY! Mama’s gotta go to work. I’ll see you two later, okay? I love you so much!” 

Eddie’s staring at you, mouth dropped open with a glint of amusement in his eyes. You’re not really gonna leave him with this conversation, right? Right? Baby? You lean over the table to press a kiss to his lips, it’s firm and briefly distracts Eddie until you pull just a little aways, red lips curling into a smirk as you whisper, “Have fun.”

Then you practically run out the door, leaving him flabbergasted, a little turned on, and at the mercy of a five year old who’d accidentally overheard the two of you going at it the previous night and was demanding an explanation. 

  See, this is why he didn’t regret giving it to you that hard. You were, indeed, a bad girl. And you’d be getting it later. “WELL–UH?” Penny snapped and Eddie closed his eyes, tilting his head up to the ceiling. 

“Okay, Sweet pea. I wasn’t hurting your mom,” If he was hurting you, it was a good hurt. You’d made that clear. “Uh, we just…we play pretend.”

Penny’s unamused stare and pout on her lips conveyed her disbelief in his explanation and he sighed, running his hands over his face as he prepared for the dreadful conversation.

“Alright, kid. When a daddy and mommy love each other, they like to wrestle.”

  “Like on TVs?” “Yeah. And because your dad is super cool and the best wrestler your mom has ever been with–I mean, gone up against, she tries to do that thing where she fakes being hurt so I let my guard down and she can tackle me, get the upper hand.” “Oh,” Is all Penny says, eyebrows unpinching as she purses her lips making them duck like. “Did she get you?”

Eddie raises an eyebrow, tip of his tongue swirling around his canine tooth, “Towards the end, yeah. She pinned me pretty good.” Yeah, you were so gonna get it. You'd be . . . brawling tonight and there was no way he'd be letting you up.

[rodolfoparras]

KÖNIG WITH A SIZE KINK?? Yessir😷

I've never thought about it before but having him pinned to the cold tile of some dirty hallway that literally ANYONE could walk into and see you absolutely smothering him, a colonel, with your size, one hand covering the entire bottom half of his face as you thrust into him agonizingly slow-

Force him to fuck himself with a stupidly big dildo, help him out a bit and maybe even shove your cock in next to it, listen to him sob and wail about how you're going to ''split him in two'' and how he's ''g'nna die''

Eventually he can't even speak english anymore, mind too ruined to remember a word of it

-🚹

MY GOD 🚹 ANON I COULD LITERALLY JUST KISS YOU ON THE MOUTH

Listen I am the softest of doms out there but something about humiliation makes my little pea brain rattle like someone needing you so bad they’re willing to embarrass themselves i need könig down on all four in the communal showers/ public bathrooms still fully dressed well as much as he can be where it’s fucking grimy and dirty and absolute anyone could walk in there and see their scary big colonel getting fucked by his even bigger scarier boyfriend but you’re in no rush to get him slowly sliding your cock into his awaiting hole telling him all kinds of things like what will people think seeing their colonel being fucked like this “you think they’ll ever be scared of you again or do you think they’ll want to fuck you too but they’ll never feel as big as me maybe you’d need to take two at the same time maybe even three even though that’s fucking impossible but he’s fucking absolutely gone his little cock spurting cum all over the tile floors and you making him clean it up with his tongue afterwards:/

[mcflymemes]

use ask meme replies as starters. if starter calls stress you out, encourage your followers to send memes instead! that way you can pick and choose which meme suits you best, searching for the little sentence prompt in your inbox that most inspires you in the moment. at the same time, not every ask meme reply needs to be continued. sometimes they make better one-shots and drabbles, and that's okay! as long as you and your writing partners are having fun creating and telling stories together, that's all that matters!

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hi, can you write a smut with Chris Evans and girlfriend/reader where they're at a party, he's a little drunk and so horny, after reader realizes she decides to tease him even more that's where the sexual tension hits. When they get home there's a ton of make out sessions until he fucks her hard on bed.

*reader has a choking, rough sex and dirty talk kink. I'd like it to be pure filth smut, please.

After what I said you can do whatever you want with it, also it can be a long "story".

hi, I hope you like it.

warning - smut, fluff, daddy kink, choking.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Chris tilts his head slightly, the cold beer sliding down his throat as his eyes focus on you. The blues of his eyes slowly become black with lust as he takes in the tight black dress hugging your curves. Chris can feel his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans, needing to be freed and buried deep inside your tight cunt, groaning lowly when you lean against the counter, pushing the ass he loves so much out. Chris places the empty beer bottle down as he walks over to you, pressing his bulge against your ass and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Baby girl.” The deep rumble of his voice and his breath brushing up against your neck causes you to shiver, goosebumps forming all over. “I want you right now.” 

You look over your shoulder slightly, your eyes connecting with his lustful blue ones. “But, daddy. You promised me a night out.” As the words leave your mouth, your back arches causing your ass to brush up against his cock. Your breath hitches as Chris begins to press light kisses along your neck, his hands landing on your hips, squeezing them.

Chris begins to grind his hips into you along with the music, his eyes closing briefly at the slight friction he receives. “C’mon, baby girl. Don’t you want to make daddy feel good? Feel my hand around your throat as I pound my thick cock inside of you?” He makes sure to deepen his voice as he whispers into your ear. His cock twitches as a whimper falls from your lips. You reach behind and place a hand on the back of his neck, and your fingers play with his hair as your core throbs.

“I don’t know, daddy. I feel like we should stay and dance for a bit.” A small smirk forms on your face when you hear him growl before squealing as he lifts you and takes you outside, carrying you over to your house across the street. The moment you enter the house, your lips connect, giggles leaving you as Chris hurriedly walks to your room. When you land on the bed, you both wrap around each other. Lips move with passion, tongues dancing with one another as they fight for dominance.

Chris’s hand slowly moves up your body before settling on your throat, wrapping his long fingers around it before squeezing softly. He slowly pulls back to watch as your eyes roll to the back of your head and a soft whimper leaves you. “You want daddy to fuck you, baby girl? Do you think you deserve it?” You nod, your dazed eyes lock onto his lustful ones. Chris raises a brow, and his other hand slowly slides up your thigh before a glare falls upon his face, looking down. He lifts the dress, his hold tightening on your throat.

“What a fucking slut, wearing nothing at a party. Were you expecting this?” A sharp moan leaves your mouth as he slaps your glistening cunt. “I’m surprised you didn’t flash everyone with how fucking short this dress is. You’re my little slut aren’t you?” He groans when he watches your juices flow out of your little cunt. Unable to hold back, he quickly takes his throbbing cock out and lines it up with your entrance. 

Chris slowly looks into your eyes, waiting for your permission and when you nod. He pushes into you, your walls squeezing the thick base, and he continues to move until he bottoms out. “Jesus, you always feel like heaven.” Y/n wiggles around. Her hand squeezes the one around her throat to make it tighter.

He quickly maneuvers you so that your legs wrap around his waist, his cock sliding in and out of your tight cunt as he tightens his hand around your throat. “Fuck, baby girl. You’re so good for daddy, such a little slut, getting wet when my hand’s around your throat.” His pace picks up, pounding harder into his girl. The sound of skin slapping fills the room, as well as your moans and groans. 

Chris leans forward, your lips connecting, hips smacking together. “Chris, Chris, oh fuck! Daddy!!” Your cunt begins to pulsate around him as your core tightens, feeling your end approaching as Chris pounds into your sweet spot. The feeling of being full makes your mind go dizzy. Your hands come around, nails digging into his back as your head tilts back, and you scream. Your walls squeeze the thick cock inside you as your juices flow out, coating the base in cream. 

Chris groans, his hand tightening around your throat. His eyes roll back as he continues to pound into your cunt, your juices making it easier for him to slip in and out. Chris looks down, feeling his cock throb and balls tighten at the sight of your white cream coating him. Snapping his hips harder, causing you to move up the bed with the force of his thrusts before he buries deep inside and lets go. 

Both moan as he fills you up, some of it leaking out before Chris lies on top, and you both take deep breaths. He slowly rolls you over, making sure not to slip out as you lie on him. “You did good, baby girl.” You hum in response, head resting on his chest as your cunt flutters around the softening member, feeling contempt where you are. Chris’s hand comes up and strokes your hair and back, feeling himself relax.

“Feel better, daddy?” Your soft mumble can be heard on top of his chest. Your eyes slowly close as the exhaustion begins to hit, feeling safe in his arms and connected as he’s still in you. 

Chris hums, “yeah, baby girl. I love you so much.” His arms wrap tightly around you, holding you against him.

“I love you too.”

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I know this isn’t the usual speed around here but slightly pathetic whimpery s1 Rafe is to die for!! He’s obviously cocky and entitled but it’s in a more spoiled and almost bratty way so he throws his little temper tantrums when he doesn’t get his way… I think s1 has seriously overlooked toxic Rafe potential

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wait i know im allllll about season 2 rafe like hes loml seriously but i just started rewatching season 1 and i dont like his hair lol but hes so toxic and gross. i know everyone on here has been talking more about him and like fratboy rafe and i usually refrain but something about being his gf through all of season 1..... im hornee.

in particular im thinking of like how he acts so douchey with everyone in public but its so visible he has a huge soft spot for you.. waves you over when he's just hanging out with his friends to check in that you're doing okay, goes and gets you a fresh drink before giving you a kiss and sending you off back to ur friends.. makes some gross comment about how you were screaming for him in the back of his truck last night after you walk away... kelce is like bro. i always sit in the back.

you'd be lurking in his bedroom when he goes down to 'have a chat' with his dad, like when he gets yelled at about the generators. comes back all angry and literally folds you in half and fucks you until you cry because you are his favorite way to calm down <3 ... (i have no idea what the vibes on this blog are and i dont wanna make people mad but he gets so manipulative... esp if you're just like i don't feeling like fucking again right now or esp in public!!!! which he looooves.... starts going on a tangent about how he provides for you and takes care of you and he's the man of the house and if he needs to relax you should be on your knees already.... sorry omg if ur reading this n youre starting to hate me i apologize in advance. i never talk about scummy scummy rafe but hes real and hes so hot. fully wants you to be like a hyperactive horny bunny just waiting for his dick at all times.... i would 110% start doing it too... ANYWAYS)

he's so spoiled so he likes spoiling you with anything you want... most of the stuff he gets you is pretty much for him tho... gets hard because you wear an RC necklace.. lots of pretty lingerie and babydolls that he likes to rip up...handcuffs because duh.. it's almost always you in the handcuffs but every once in a while he can be convinced to get in them lol

but the temper tantrums are soooo real like especially if you're out with friends or made plans with your parents. like he seriously loves making you abandon your plans to come see him. but then youll show up and hes at a party and selling or ignoring you and ofc you cry because it's like he made you come here and not even giving you any attention... then he'll drag you out by your hair and fuck you SOOO mean in the back of his truck talkin about "just needed this dick, yeah? s'okay, dad's gonna give it to ya hard. then you'll be good as gold won'tya?" ugh. hes so mean.

im still in my rewatch but the scene where him and topper beat up pope:( this especially hits sooo hard w my pogue reader but i can just imagine that being the cause of your first real fight, like you're so upset he can be that cruel but there goes his manipulation tactics.. telling you he needs to be a proactive man to protect you and his friends and his turf. he's not letting anyone walk all over him, regardless if you like them or not. fucks you until you forget all about your pogue friends, and then you end up bandaging his bloody hand for him.

ooohh and when they go to that movie showing.. can just imagine curling up on a lawnchair with him under a blanket, him n the boys are on high alert for jj and pope but he keeps a tight arm around you, goes and gets you a soda and popcorn which you two share.. you don't want him to leave and you whine when he does.. can just imagine the scene where jj and pope turn back to look at him when kie tells them rafe is right behind them. rafe is staring so hard at them while ur tryna feed him a piece of popcorn. LOL