#evan hansen x oc

[eccentricallygothic]

|| Wrong Turn ||

Pairing: Mountain Man Silver Fox Nomad!Steve Rogers | You. 

Trope: Neat and clean ‘civilized’ Princess-like young trophy wife X Filthy beast of a wild and scary man who only got her because he has the power. 

Description: In a desperate attempt to save your life from the wrath of the mountain people that your friends and you stumbled upon and accidentally killed on a hike gone wrong, you had to offer yourself up to their Leader to use as a ‘resource’. But little did your ‘husband’ know, you had been actively getting rid of his seed to avoid actually getting pregnant. Naturally, when he does find out, he is very unhappy… And also very determined to make sure you don't make it out of your punishment without a child, or two.

Warning(s): Dubcon, barbaric!Steve, breeding kink (gone wild), unprotected p-in-v, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, missionary, he has a wife bod kink (but it is inclusive), misogyny, smut with perhaps too much plot, fear kink, size kink, exhibitionism, possessiveness, jealousy, age gap, hair pulling, spanking, biting, allusions to painal and Steve being a teasing sicko about it but he doesn't actually penetrate, overstimulation, dirty talk, humiliation, degradation, boob play, squirting, Lloyd makes an appearance with his own young bride, dacryphilia (it's me), self degradation, Stevie is a perverted old meanie, infantilization, mind break.

Disclaimer: Very loosely based off of the movie that I do not own. You don't need to know it to read this piece but do note that it takes place in a fictional setting. Minors do not interact. 

Inspo-ish: This post.

Note: For someone who was on their period, I should not have been this horny. But I need this marriage, now. Ps, though this rotted in my drafts for a long time… in honor of Chris growing out his beard again, ig.

MASTERLIST

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You have no idea how long it has been since that fateful twilight when everything changed in your life, leaving you to a lifestyle you could never have even imagined for yourself.  

“Eat up, woman” but as your barbarian of a husband commands you in his rough and animalistically deep voice, you cannot help but break out of your reverie and shudder at the sight of the barely cooked meat piled high on the platter in front of the two of you. “So you can bear me healthy children” although you're the one who was made to prepare his beastly dinner -that never fails to leave you aghast when it's gorged down- as you're his wife, you cannot help but gag under your breath and feel disgust for the loaves that sit before you in the company of a tall stone carved jug that brims full of the foul smelling mead that your husband is ardently fond of. 

You muster up your best coy smile. Keeping up the appearance of a happily mated pair is important. Or people stare. And then the old man becomes unpleasant. “I had quite a lot while I was cooking, dear” your lies sting your tongue out of the fear you feel of getting caught, but the mere hope of not doing so is better than eating this. “Y- You go ahead” you slowly turn in his muscle hardened lap, that you are always to sit on, to give him a small smile but your expression almost transforms into one of horror because of how wildly your heart jumps at the sight of his stern, predator-like face. You are quick to recover though, as it is a usual occurrence. 

“You need it. You work so hard—” there is just something about his rough looks that never fails to send a chill down your spine. You have never seen anything, let alone an actual human man like him before. 

A beard as thick as the very forest his people populate and as dark as the nights can get here in the absence of lanterns due to the heavy trees, age that streaks some of his gold locks with its silver has not marred the sternness of his jaw that remains firmly set under the heavy mane of his facial hair. His shoulders seem akin to the mountains that surround his village and his piercing dark eyes the mysterious waterfall that flows some way down south from the entrance of the settlement. The frightening mass of his shoulders is so toned that if the barely noticeable wrinkles that sometimes appear under the dark of his eyebrows and next to the crow-feather like lashes that frame his eyes, he can easily be mistaken for a man in his primeful late twenties and no older. His unrelenting strength and wolfish stamina would only further serve to bear testament to the misconception. 

Your strict husband bluntly catches your shaky hand that you extend in his direction to feed him some of the meat, the force that he uses coupled with the coarseness of his skin making you jump. You bite back a yelp and whimper when you look up at his dark blue eyes from where you were watching his bearded mouth to carefully place the food in.

“I don't care” Steve does not care much for being polite -unless it is you who disregards it in your behavior-, especially when it comes to you denying or diverting his ‘care’ for you. “You eat more” you bite back the scowl that threatens to break onto your face from how he turns your hand around in your direction instead. “Wives always need to eat more. They do so much at home for husband and children” he probably feels proud of these ‘values’ that have been transmitted to him by his elders. But all they make you want to do is to crack him across the jaw for being a misogynistic and backward shithead. Especially with you. 

Your ‘husband’ believes that everyone has a role to play; a contribution to make to their people and home. That is how this archaic village of theirs has survived in these mountains hidden away from the rest of the world for so long. 

The greasy piece of a disturbing excuse of a rare steak touches your lips and you've been here long enough to know better than to argue or worse yet, fight. So you smile and lean into his arm that cases your form against his through the embrace he holds you in from behind, his fingers playing with one of the many flowered braids your attending ladies had put in your hair a bit before his arrival at ‘home’. 

“O- Of course” you reluctantly open your open and grip your flowy dressing gown for a semblance of support for your sanity, taking the smallest bite you can -which is still a lot as the man pushes nearly the whole piece into your mouth the moment you open up- as you keep your eyes trained on his to avoid looking down. Your mind always becomes more aware of the taste when you look. “Thank you, dear” you focus on swallowing it without gagging and feel your smile split in places because of how uncomfortable you are.

He probably notices it because he slightly raises one eyebrow and snorts before hugging your smaller form -that is tiny compared to his- closer and puts the rest of the piece in his own mouth. If there is one thing you have learnt in your time with him, it's that you can never fool him. Not really. No matter how well you may think you have lied or pretended, he always sees through it. 

Sometimes you suspect he even enjoys it.

Steve finally begins to eat himself, silently offering you another piece that you politely reject by shaking your head and then quickly pressing an apologetic kiss to his scruffy cheek to lighten the blow. Apparently, a wife can never be polite enough to her husband. And though the change in his expression begins with an unhappy frown, your show of ‘affection’ seems to suffice him and he relaxes in satisfaction, now looking down the long table and at his clansmen and maidens that sit enjoying their dinner, their chatter and laughter a dull roar in the large eating hall of the Leader's dwelling. You pick up the heavy jug of mead with both your hands and obediently hold it to his lips to sip from. Steve looks away from what one of his main men are saying and gulps down a mouthful, rubbing your back as a gesture for thanks before moving his hand quickly down to squeeze your ass to heighten the effect of his expression of gratitude. 

His form shakes in mirth when you yelp and blush. He knows how embarrassing you find being openly ‘affectionate’ in front of people and that is one of the reasons why he enjoys it so much besides showing off that a thing of such beauty and youth like you is all his. You rest the jug between your boobs that he has fucked and squeezed into increasing in size and use your other hand to gently finger and stroke his golden locks that he keeps pushed away from his face outside the bedroom. Though he says nothing, you feel his usually vigilant and always firm stature slowly soften and you cannot help but smile, though what he says next quickly deflates it.

“Do you feel any change in you, wife?” You know what it means and now it's you who becomes tense. He only uses that name for you when he speaks to you as a husband inquiring about your marital matters. “Has my seed attached to your womb yet? Does it grow there?” You gulp and feign shyness, moving closer to his hair and nuzzling yourself in him. “Hm?” He closes his hugging arm around you and reaches for your stomach, fingers groping your covered skin as gently as he can -which isn't much- to feel it. “Answer me” he demands when you refuse to speak. 

“I… I don't know, husband” you always promise yourself that you'll demand more rights for yourself; ask him to treat you like the other husbands treat their wives, only to fail the minute he enters your vicinity. 

“What does that mean?” His tone turns blunt and you whimper at the tightness that snaps back in place between his shoulders. 

You get it.

That was the deal, after all. 

Healthy children in exchange for your life that was required by their judicial laws for bearing false witness to your friend accidentally killing one of their people in mistaken defense. Steve had promised you before accepting you as a citizen that if you failed to fulfill your task you'd walk the darkness in the dungeons. He had shown you how it would be before declaring you a member of their tribe and the sight you had seen was something that had given you nightmares for days. 

But that did not mean you actually wanted to have your old captor's children.

You doubted it would ever be something you'd look forward to.

“I- I mean” regret shoots up your spine in the form of fear and you lose your speech to it momentarily. But then two of your main attending ladies -by that you mean Steve's top agents when it comes to you- enter the horizon of your sight and you hurriedly blubber out the first thing that comes to your mind. “I've n- never been pregnant before, s-o I d- don't know how to…” Your husband turns to look at you, his handsome features twisting into a rogue scowl but before he can scold you, one of the two ladies, Kaira, speaks in their language to Steve. 

Not everyone here can speak English and those who do speak it do so a rather odd version of it. Naturally, you don't speak their language and so they give you the full experience of an outsider when they need to discuss the business they want to keep private from you. The thought makes you want to laugh, like you'd be able to do something with whatever informations they withhold.

But it doesn't really bother you, because you don't care.

You've also learnt that ignorance is bliss here. 

Especially for someone like you.

Better to be the doe eyed trophy wife of an angel who can't tell her head from her ass.

“Is that so?” Your heart jumps when Steve chooses to speak English. That means that this definitely concerns you. You place the mead down and wrap one arm around his broad shoulders before nervously combing his thick beard with your other hand. Since you have no interest in or desire to learn their language, the only word you manage to pick up on when you focus really hard is ‘baby’ and that is solely because of the annoying amount of times it comes up for you. 

“Is not this strange?” He speaks once the women step back after finally ending the nerve wracking conversation that seems to go on forever. “Do you hear what they say about you, little one?” Fuck, you're definitely in trouble. 

He is reminding you of your place. 

You put on your best charming smile but you're painfully aware that your nervousness gives it away. You can feel it. “W- What do they say, dear?” They were such bitches. They knew how to speak English, that's why they were your attendants, but yet they chose not to. And now they were glaring at you like you weren't above them— oh no, not these thoughts again. You will never become like them! No, no! 

Steve pushes his plate away now. Your head spins from the realization. It's only half finished. Your husband never wastes his food. It is a near sin for them to do so. “They tell me the most odd things” oh just fucking tell me! You mentally scream but outwardly tilt your head to the side in confusion, your chest vibrating with the rising beats of your heart. “And now that I think about it myself…” His fingers wrap around the mead before he raises it to his lips. “I see the—”

“What did they say, Steve?” Your mouth works faster than your better sense and he pauses mid sip, dark blue eyes flickering up from the stone jug to look at you. Your face flushes a noticeable hot and your ears get sweaty from the awareness. 

Fuck. 

“They say you've been getting rid of my seed” he feels played and thus angry at the both of you. Perhaps more so towards himself than you; his silly little child-wife. How could he let a thing as tender and small as you fool him so? “... Do you?” It is obvious you are guilty. Besides, he is confident that his people would never lie to him unlike one young and beautiful girl that he had found kneeling in front of him in his court while bawling her eyes out one fateful night, fear stricken as his people surrounded him like a doe trapped. 

And of course, your expressions and reactions don't help your case, as always. “W- What? No…” Your mind becomes erratic.

“No?” He himself knows not what kind of a chance he offers you with that. But typical to your nature, you make it easy for him by refusing it.

“N- No! Of course not! W- Why would I ever do such a thing to m- my husb- hubby and my b- babies?!” Steve has to clench down his scoff. 

“You wouldn't, would you?” Your naivete never fails to amuse him.

“No! I- I don't know why they accuse me so—” you mend your speech from the archaic form that tries to leech to it everyday. “I don't know why they would accuse me of that but they must be mistaken! This is a misunderstanding!” 

He hums. “I see…” His scarred fingers begin to toy with your braids again. “So you remain devoted to me and faithful to our family, don't you?”

“Of course!” You nuzzle closer to him, your heart thundering into his chest. “I don't know why they still treat me like an outsider” you purr as you nervously stroke his hair, playing a card of your own and making an absolute fool of yourself by doing so. “I try my best… like I promised.” 

“Yes, your promise” his distant eyes -they get like that when you disappoint him and you hate the sight because it never fares well for you- travel down to your empty stomach. His gaze makes it wrench. Your fear skyrockets at the same rate as your anger. If only there was a way for you to get back at those bitches without having to give birth!

“I- It takes time sometimes, dear…” You hug his shoulders with one arm. “But it will happen. I know it…” Your other hand reaches for his fingers that rest on your abdomen now. 

“Oh?” Steve raises one dark eyebrow at you. His hair is the most fascinating combination of blonde and dark brown. “Is that what your modern day sciences say?” His people were not always like this, he had told you. They did not originate from here. Rather, some families had abandoned ‘civilization’ when it was going to hell -in his words- by killing each other for meaningless constructs such as caste, creed and color differences and migrated up here to establish a system of their own; one free from such nonsense. 

Apparently.

You take a deep breath. “Stevie—” you only call him that when you find yourself dangerously close to the dungeons.

“If that is what you believe in, wife,” he never cuts you off. Usually, that is. His age that streaks his blonde strands with its silver ones has granted him enough patience. Normally, he waits for the other person -who is most often you- to mess up themselves. But whatever the ladies have told him seems to agitate him into rebelling against his own nature today. “I'll do it your way. After all, happy wife happy life, is that not what you tell me often?” Okay, you might have said that during a particularly cocky moment in bed once. 

But the intention behind that had not been nearly whatever he is moving towards now. 

“Y- You don't have to, l- love…” You nervously giggle. “You're perfect the way you are” you run your nails that he insists you keep trimmed for hygienic -as if- and practical purposes through his silver-blonde hair.

“Oh no…” Now he pushes his food farther away. “I will indulge you, little one” he moves your other leg over his laps so now you face the people down the table with both of your legs on either sides of his, ass to his… fuck. “Time conspires against us, and so we must make haste.”

Your eyes widen and your heart leaps up in your throat. “M- My love?!” 

Steve moves your flowy gown out of his way, keeping a firm hold on one of your thighs even though he doesn't really have to. Your fear of him would never let you attempt an escape. “Yes, my stars” the name is so full of sarcasm it nearly pierces you open. “Let us leave time to its devices, and us ours” your husband is usually a very possessive and private man when it comes to you, but his ire seems to get the better of him today. You hear the buckle of his own clothes come undone. The table goes silent and heads turn in your direction once they realize what's going on. Oh no… Your stomach drops. Not in front of everyone. Not when Steve makes you so vulnerable in that condition. Not in front of these lowlifes!

“Husb—” blood bubbles hot under your cheeks as you feel him align himself against you. 

Holy shit.

You feel one of his coarse hands wrap around your throat and he pulls you closer to his mouth so he can whisper in your ear. “You will contribute, my stubborn little wife,” you whimper from the menace his words hold, your well trained cunt obediently squelching open against his thick hard tip as he lowers you on his cock with the hold he has on your thigh. “Whether you like it, or not” sometimes, deep down, you fear that the dungeons are not an option anymore. 

He keeps you in the horizons of his sight too much for them to be. 

It appears as though the sentence has changed. 

It is now Steve, or Steve.

You cry out from the strain his log-like girth puts on the narrow band of your entrance. God. You will never get used to his size regardless of how many times and ways he tames your pussy in. Yes, it does not refuse him or rip around him now as it used to in the beginning -and it did that for a long time- but the size to which his cock makes it expand is like a mini-birth. Feels like it, looks like it. Only, it feels way too good. And that's why you don't mind it—

No. You don't know what that was or meant. But you don't take responsibility for that thought!

“Oh!” The balmy velvet of your cavern grazes down the bulging veins and hard skin of the brute's cock until your petals squish against his heavy and very eager balls. Your head spins when you feel his tip tickle your cervix. It never takes his dick long to find it.  

His hands are pushing you back up almost instantly so he can slide you back down. You look anywhere but at the tens of faces in front of you, instead choosing to look at the wall on the opposite side of the table. You never thought these people were capable of being this quiet until now when your pussy makes an embarrassingly loud squelching noise as Steve tugs you back to his leaking tip and then allows gravity to suck you back down. You desperately bite your lips and try to focus on ignoring the way your insides are beginning to thrum with the excitement and stimulation; to show these brutes that you're better than them and aren't some animal of nature. But to no avail. His slimy precum mixes too well with yours, the rough skin of his hands digs into your thighs too well and the manner in which your petals rub against his cock when he lifts you yet again -now forming a momentum- before letting you slide in again is too much for you mask with nonchalance. 

Indifference has never been among your strong suits.

“Tell me, my pretty” Steve begins again, his dark eyes now finding the young and hormonal pack of unsuspecting boys who clearly do not know better. “Have you ever had a cock like mine?” He says it in their own language so the foolish miscreants see, understand and learn the fact that you’re only his. You belong to him and he will go to war for you, not that a pack of rug rats will ever be a cause of worry for him. “Has anyone ever fucked you as good as I do?” He switches back to the language you understand, roughly fumbling for your jaw before he grabs it and bounces his hips into yours at the same time. 

Your traitorous legs have begun to do what they always do; fuck yourself against him -if he hasn’t bound you, which he hasn’t- in whatever position he has you. You only realize that your breathing has become heavier when you open your mouth to answer. “Only you, my husband! Only you!” Your brain is running too fast for reason or reflection to catch up so you leave wondering why you answer him with the only words he has been able to teach you in his language to later. Your words are muffled as his fingers that grip the lower half of your face nearly slip in your mouth from the disordered urgency of the both of your actions. 

“That's right” your mouth falls open and you begin to softly pant in that animalistic way that you detest when he makes you watch yourself in a mirror while fucking you sometimes. In your defense, it is always unintentional on your part; you barely even notice it while taking his fucking. And yet, it is inevitable due to the force he does it with. “Look at you; dutifully fucking yourself up and down your husband's cock like a bitch in heat” a twinge forms in your knuckles from how your fingers hold the edges of the table to aid the gliding of your fuck hole that now slams up and down his cock in a rhythm you're all too familiar with, the smacks of your bare ass slapping against his naked abdomen making appalling noises that you're too worked up to dread over right now. “And you're a bitch in heat for me, aren't you?” His fingers move down from your jaw to your throat. “Wanting to be bred over and over again until you're so full of my children that your little belly is round and heavy to the brim, hm?” In these moments, you tell him anything and everything that he wants to hear.

Steve knows it all too well.

And he loves it.

“Yes!” Your voice disappears midway from how he squeezes your windpipe. His hips meet yours midway now, the wetness of your cunt and the force of his thrusts causing for his balls to try and push past the tight boundary of your sexual cavern. “Yes! Yes! I am! Please!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head when his free hand finds your petals to play with. “Ohhh!”

“You want to be bred, don't you?” He rubs your drenched pussy lips while his hard cock pistons in and out of your sopping cunt. “Want to contribute…?” He chokes you once more and this time his fingers pinch one of your pussy lips punishingly at the same time and you cry out. “Provide your husband with a house full of heirs?” The oxygen in your mind depletes and your eyes flutter as a result, cheeks turning red and nerves becoming prominent on your glistening temples. Your horny yet defensive pussy finally relaxes around him a bit so it doesn't hurt his dick and he savours the moment by holding you by the curve between your legs and fucking into your form that gets limp by the moment to push you towards your first orgasm. 

It always gets better after that. 

For him, at least. 

You don't choke him out so much then.

“Y- Yes!” When Steve finally lets go of your throat to let you breathe, you blubber out an an answer obediently once the light returns to your eyes. Your walls stiffen around him once more. But by then he has already worked himself closer to your womb. “Yes! Yes!” It is all your mind can muster.

“Good” he makes a point of taking both of your boobs in his hands and thoroughly massaging them to show off his ownership over you. “Now ask me to breed you” the fence of heat that has formed around your loins becomes tighter when his hands that previously fondled your clothed breasts slip under your gown -for Steve is too possessive to actually expose you to the eyes of others- and he softly rubs your tense sides a couple times before his fingers form pinches around your hard nubs. 

“Please breed me!” Your voice is so loud and strained that its quality is nearly blood curdling. “Please breed me and s- stuff me full your children!” Your hands fly to grip his from over the dress as you throw your head back and slip from the edge of your anticipation, parrotting all the words he has taught you over the course of your marriage. “Oh GOD! Please!” Your back arches from the coming undone of the hot belt of expectation and scorching gratification spills from it, seeping down your legs in the form of a nearly unbearable electric feeling that transforms into a subzero energy when it reaches your toes that curl, causing them to feel as though they are freezing. “I need your b- babies so bad, hubby!” 

Steve's own ears blush from the heat that courses through them in the form of adrenaline as he snorts, some of his blonde strands coming loose from the push and tug that he plays with your cunt. “Tell them” his balls ache from the strength it takes him not to fill you up right then. “Tell everyone that you want me to fill you up with my babies” since your sensitive body tries to curl and move away from the overstimulation, the older man wraps both of his hands around your thighs to keep you going. “Say it!” And he makes you say the words that he desires in the language of your spectators that look embarrassed for the first time since you got here. 

Save for your husband's best men who look equal parts aroused and proud. 

You want to cringe and be disgusted but your sensitive pussy is being pounded too hard for you to attempt a conjuring up of any dignity. 

“Need hubby babies bad!” You cry out again from memory when Steve's thick seed begins to fill you up at last. “Oh, my God!” The feeling of his hot cum filling you up and painting every inch of your sensitive walls penetrates your already hazy mind and the warmth that steams out of the pearly liquid steams its way up to your womb, making you shudder at the feeling. Your opening tightens around him in protest of the overstimulation and it instead causes for a barrage of bitter-sweet electric sparks to explode through your abdomen in the form of a half post-climax orgasm. Your body grows tired.

But your insatiable is far from done.

“Flattering, but no” Steve pushes you against the table before standing up when he is done fucking his orgasm as deep as he can reach into you. “The father of your children will suffice” your eyebrows furrow at his words but the older man does not give you a chance to ponder over them because now he is hooking his hands under your thighs that your rapid and messy fucking has covered in both of your juices. 

“W- What?!” Your vision is hazy and your mind dazed as you incoherently tap about. “What's— oh!” You wince from how much easier it is for him to move inside your worked open and much lubricated but torturously overstimulated walls now. “Oh! Oh…” Your hands blindly feel behind you to try and get him to stop. “Oh, no! No, please!” You cry out weakly, your upper body hanging low in the opposite direction from the exhaustion. 

“No?” The older man darkly chuckles, paying no mind to your flailing. “You think you can say that to me?” One of his hands desert their post on your thighs to roughly grab at your hair. He hasn't forgotten what started all this. “You think you have the same rights as everyone else around here, wife?”

But you're scowling from the burning pain in your walls, mind hazy and unwise. “Stop! Stop!” Your puffy folds ache from how his stiff skin rubs against them as he moves in and out of you at a normal pace… for now. “It hurts, stop!” 

“That is the part and parcel of having children” your body curves outwards as he pulls you further back and closer to himself by your hair. “And is that not why you're here?” His cocky tone along with the hungry and wondering eyes of the wildlings make you angry. “What you were spared for in the first place?” A twinkle in the eye of a man pisses you off and…

“It hurts, you old bastard!” Your young blood gets the better of you and your mouth runs before sense can catch up. “Stop, stop, stop it!” Since your hair holds you closer to him you manage to land a few smacks to his rock hard arms before you try to snake your fingers under his to pry off the hand that he coils around your thigh in a weak attempt to move away. 

Steve only chuckles, clearly unfazed by your fighting as he bounces your smaller form up in the air with each thrust. “Did your mother not teach you anything, wife?” He lets go of your hair only to restrain both your arms on the small of your back. “Good girls never tell their husbands no” your body flops forward again and you've no choice but to face the long table full of people. “They lay down pretty with their legs spread and let their husbands fill them with their children and then they express their gratitude for being granted a family.” Though your mind is confused and rather disoriented from the influx of sensation, you can make out new additions to the crowd of your humiliation from the corners of your vision. 

“Ugh!” You grunt from the rapid jabs he gives to your sore pussy, his firm hold nearly searing into your wrists. “I don't wanna have your stupid blonde babies!” Steve breathlessly lets out a real laugh at that. “Let go!” 

“There” he can swear he will never tired of you breaking the little character of the obedient wife that you so naively think you have mastered only to break it when he has you all riled up like this. “Right there, easy now” his other hand leaves your lap and he pushes your head down and against the table in the most condescending manner imaginable. Steve has got you to expose yourself for the brat you are, no need for play anymore. “Now I make a bunny out of you” his dark eyes now meet with those of the boys sitting at the other end of the table and his use of their language is a silent message. The Leader knows how his wife is desired. And he doesn't appreciate it in the least. The young males all panic and look away, gulping to themselves and praying for their lives. 

You try to struggle again, your lip curling in disdain and protest as you feel him fuck his cum right up your cervix. The bitter pleasure you get from it makes your head spin and your fingers and toes flex defensively. “Ooof!” Your cheek rubs against the table and you puff out your face to express how tense you feel down there. 

“Brat” Steve shakes in silent mirth as he reaches for your ass with the hand that he was holding your face down with. “Don't you move a muscle.” You're too busy rocking over the table and being held down to try. 

“Hubby, please!” You whine when one of his veins twitch deep up your walls and your knees shiver from the sensation. “Please!” Maybe if his cock wasn't so comically huge, it would have been easier to move past the rough friction of your raw, orgasm worn skins. But it is and so you are ready to abandon the dam that begins to form in your abdomen again if it means to avoid this pain. “Owwwiee!”

“Aw” Steve cooes as he now moves to a pace that falters your vision and causes for the great table to shake with each thrust that he gives you. “So small and sore, aren't we?” The spank he lands on your unsuspecting ass right after is the stark opposite of his tone. “Maybe we shouldn't act out so much when we are so weak and pathetic, huh, wife?”

“Oooof!” One of the shyer ladies get up before she carries her young son who stood next to the group of the young ones away and the realization of the fact that your spectators are all real people who see you everyday and will continue to do after this drips down your limbs like ice cold water. Your hips cannot help but clench from the embarrassment that you dully feel in some part of your mind way far at the back. “Hubby, please!” The spanks increase with each snap of his hips and though the turmoil between your legs takes up most of your sensory powers, your cheeks now begin to noticeably sting from the pain that builds from how the swings of his hand against your poor ass increase with each thrust. 

“Please?” Steve muses like he isn't balls deep into you and fucking the literal daylights out of you like a crazed heathen. “Oh, but I thought I was a mean old bastard” of course, your pleas always only mean that you want more, according to the brute you are married to. They cannot mean anything else, apparently. “And you didn't want my stupid blonde babies” you grunt from the frustration and land a helpless fist on the table. You are in an uncomfortable tug of war between the mutilation of your sensory glands and the tall barrage of tight hot anticipation that cannot help but form in the base of your stomach again because of how hard and rough he fucks you. 

Your husband's main man, Lloyd, laughs in a comically daft voice to tease you and be the insufferable asshole that he is. “You've got yourself a feisty little pup there, Steve” he is the only one who can refer to the blonde haired man by his name. Or maybe, he doesn't care to use the honorific and his usefulness backs him up. You wouldn't be surprised if the latter really is the case. “Don't you agree, my sweet?” He side hugs his own young bride who ironically is one of the sweetest and perhaps the only nice person in this entire village and Lloyd grins down at the girl whom you now notice is blushing furiously. 

Before you can let the humiliation swallow you whole, Steve spreads your burning cheeks and chuckles at the sight he finds glistening and blinking up at him, the madenned hammering of his cock unceasing. “Look at this adorable little button of yours, darling” you are not personally familiar with any of the faces that witness you trying to pathetically crawl away when your devil of a husband begins to tickle your pucker so you realize it was actually not quite hitting you as bad as it does now when you become hyperaware of Rainie's gaze. If it weren't for how your eyes roll because of Steve's hot seed shooting deep up your cavern again and nearly searing into your very flesh this time around from the brutality of it all, you reckon you would have tried to hide. But now all you do is let out choked blubbers as your wide eyes sting from tears due to the sensory overload. “I think it's time we deflowered it, what do you think?”  

Oh, no. 

His cock is not something that you can handle in your ass without splitting all over the place!

“No answer? No?” It feels as though you are the one who is cumming and not Steve because of how good he is at wearing the mask of nonchalance. “Hm,” he roughly pulls you backwards by your hair before hooking an arm around your waist to keep you from trying to get away from how he toys with your trembling pucker. “Maybe we should let sweet Rainie decide for you, hm—?”

“OH, GOD!” You cannot help but scream over him. 

He is too much.

Steve ignores your exclamation, thrusts delayed -more jab like- but so strong that his tip spears into your cervix with each thrust, thus causing for your head to spin from how he chooses to fuck out his orgasm. “She's your friend, isn't she?” Steve's beard gently stings the sweaty and teary skin of your jaw from how his mouth presses into your ear. “Aren't you, Rainie dear?” 

Yep, you are never looking her in the eye ever again. 

“Answer him, sunshine” Lloyd eggs his wife on and you notice through your cloudy vision that he is making her palm his own bulge. You nearly cringe back into Steve's chest from the obscenity of it all. 

The girl, a new bride herself, is shy and small next to her own flesh boulder of a husband as she meekly peeks up at you through her lashes. “Y- Yes, sir. We are friends” her voice is barely audible and both your husbands chuckle. 

If it weren't from how a dull orgasm rips itself apart somewhere deep between your loins, you would have felt angry.

It is like the assholes know that you're friends, and they're having their fun with it.

No wonder they are best mates.

“Good, good” you can feel Steve's cum splattering your thighs with each brutal jab, the sound and sprays of his shaft making a mess of your juices underneath your dress ample in its audibility. “So, do you think it's time your girlfriend's dirty little button was opened up, hm?” He keeps one hand on your pucker and reaches for your boob to grope with the other.

Rainie blushes again and furiously lowers her head the moment her eyes connect with yours. Though you don't know it, her own has been deflowered not too long ago and she isn't sure what response would be favourable by you, so that and the embarrassment of the Leader questioning her for something like that about his wife when she is on amiable terms with the girl makes her choose silence for as long as allowed. And her own husband cockily leaning into her and mansplaining into her ear how it would work for you by comparing it with what he did to her pretty ass only makes her curl further. 

“Shy little thing, isn't she, my precious?” So your husband turns his unwelcome attention back to you, bending the both of your bodies forwards so he can smack your asshole with the back of his hand easier, the impact making you rock violently forward. “Maybe you should learn some manners from her, huh?” The howls you let out from getting your pucker pinched and hit is something you would rather not narrate. All you choose to disclose of that ordeal is that sobs echo in the hall, another orgasm rips out of you and you are sure your body releases more liquid than normal for an average orgasm. “Look at how polite and nice she is, hm? While all you want to do is to curse your husband and be an ungrateful little sloth” it sounds as though a newfound annoyance causes him to grit his teeth towards the end and the tip of his fingers finds recourse in seeking for itself a passage past the tight barrier of your unwilling button as a result. 

And so your mouth begins to run in the desperate way he loves. “N- No, no, no hubby! No!” You vehemently shake your head as you feel your knees start to buckle from the exhaustion. “I- I didn't mean it!” The bearded corners of his mouth pull into a deep smirk. He knows its coming, and he loves it. 

“You didn't?” How can he not when he is the one who trained you to it and taught you the words to say during. 

“No! No!” Your voice comes out child-like from your mind's succumbing to its defeat. For the day, at least. “I d- didn't!” 

Steve is a jackhammer in how he fucks his children into you and works towards giving you more. “Oh, I see” now he speaks to you like an elder speaking to a young one, like you are no older than five winters. “Then, will you tell me why you said such naughty words to your husband who does so much for you?” He knows you're small now and so he chooses his words accordingly.

After all, it is Steve's meticulous tailoring of your mind and body which brings you to act out this specific sequence. 

Nothing less, nothing more.

Just this. 

A shrew tamed into a compliant wife equipped with the mind of a babe. 

He may never admit it outright simply because it goes against his very code of life but Steve knows in his heart of hearts that it is this very push and pull you put up in your own passive little way that keeps him alert and your marriage interesting. 

Addictive.

“Is ’cause— hnnng, cause—!” He pulls both of your bodies back up with the intention of turning you to face him but he chooses not to do it just yet. He wants you, those silly boys and everyone else who suspects that his judgement grows soft because of his fancy for your youthful beauty and adorable personality, to hear it. Steve can always pull you right back down if wants. Your reins will always be in a hand's reach to him. Just because he lets you sneak in your foolish ways sometimes doesn't mean you've conquered his nature-gifted better sense.

“Because, what?” Everything in life calls for balance and so each time your misbehavior that you think you hide so well from him begins to rise above a level he deems no longer amusing, he is there to hammer it down. 

Quite literally. 

“Because I am j- just an i- impudent,” Steve grunts and moans, feeling his cock twitch from how you always mispronounce imprudent when you are in this state. He taught you that word and true to your little baby self and mind, you can never get yourself to say it right. “Little wife and I am a d- dumby—”

“Fuck…” Steve feels a drop of cold sweat trickle down his back from your little vocabulary. He feels himself pant from how hard he fucks you, his windpipe alight from the friction caused by the air he heaves in with each desperate inhale.

You are a proper trouble; something he has never had before, and he loves it.

“— D- Dumby sloth who dunno any real worries besides e- eating and b- being spoilt b- by my lovu hubbsy—” your tongue is kinetic jelly between your teeth and Steve has begun to moan from how fucked stupid you sound. “So I get shtoopid and u- ungateful” Steve cannot contain it anymore. In a fevered and desperate confusion of how to express the thunderstorm you cause in his head, he slaps your hair away, causing for some of the flowers to go flying about, and sinks his teeth into your flesh, growling so deep into your skin that you feel the vibrations cause ripples in your blood. Perhaps that is what Steve yearns to taste. “B- But husby always fixes” your head goes limp against his as he sucks your skin like a crazed animal for you lose a track of how long. Your vision and hearing bolts away from your comprehensive faculties like a bullet train and your body gets sucked into the vacuum of your husband's beastly grip. You are just a lifeless doll rocking in whichever direction and manner he pleases.

Next time your brain catches on with your reality, your body has been placed under his with your back against the table. You faintly notice when your dress begins to get wet that splashes of mead cover it due to your brutish husband's depraved madness. 

“Look at me, hey” he pats your incoherent face until your wandering gaze settles on him, teary eyes distant. “This is the face that you will see in those of your children, and children you shall have until this residence cannot contain any more” his promise echoes in your buzzing ears like the bestowing of an ultimate truth upon you by some powerful deity. “This is the face you will look up at as you spread your legs,” his tip is so swollen, raw and hot against your worn skin that you can feel it even in this state. Your features scrunch from the discomfort. “This is the face you will kiss and cherish” his fingers find your throat again and your eyes roll to the back of your head when he puts pressure on your windpipe. “And this is the face that you will look at until you breathe your last” he holds you until you are on the verge of losing consciousness, though letting go only to stifle the gasp you let out to resume your breathing with a hot sealing kiss.

Your muscles twitch and your body spasms in the position he has you in. Laxness washes over your limbs and you begin to violently shake from the dull and yet stinging quakes of sensation that bloom through your whole form. 

For some dark, twisted and depraved reason, you cum from the helplessness of your situation and it is present in Steve's amused and proud smirk that the knowledge is not lost on him. Swiping an arm around you from behind with an air of satisfaction, he collects your limp body closer to his and walks off to your chambers with your drenched sexes still connected, leaving a crowd of embarrassed, curious, satisfied as well as tamed spectators in his wake. 

You surrender yourself to him and close your eyes as your body collapses on top of his. Your mind barely works but you know one thing— fact as clear as day; you are not making it out of this without at least one child on the way. 

And there isn't a single thing you can do about it.

. . .

[ellethespaceunicorn]

I'm so glad to find a black woman writing for Lloyd 😭thank you for your service ma'am!!

How would you think Lloyd would react to his lady matching his outfits? Like, maybe he doesn't know she's matching until they see each other later in the day, but when he does, he's all....ohh yeeeah

Once again, thank you for your work and your brain! 💕💜🌟

I am so glad to be able to get out these little stories and headcanons (and trust me, I love making headcanons, so send me prompts pls)

~thank you for the ask nonnie!!! headcanon under the cut~

warnings: daddy kink, domestic!lloyd sorta, a mini dive into lloyd's closet, written with black curvy woman in mind

there are many words you can use to describe lloyd hansen

sociopathic

methodical

drop-dead gorgeous

but of all the things you enjoy about your man, your favorite has to be his wardrobe

i mean, the man has enough outfits to open a boutique

and his closet is color coordinated, of course

and you have to give it to him, he can dress well, perfectly polished and everything fits him like a glove

that tight little ass of his is always on display in those tight pastel or khaki pants he wears

the first time you decide to wear something to match him is when he puts on that yellow, grey, and white striped polo that you hated on the hanger but that looks so good on him that you wanted to sink to your knees and greyish tan straight-leg chinos

and he looked so fucking good when he left the house this morning and you were salivating like the thirsty hussy you are

you get dressed in a yellow ribbed cotton button-down spaghetti strap dress and it fits over your curves like a second skin

you go about your business of running errands and by the time you come home, lloyd is on the couch again enjoying a lowball of D'USSÉ XO with his feet up on the table in those god awful mocassins that you wish he would get rid of for a sexier shoe but whatever

you drop your new bags of clothing and come over to straddle Daddy's lap, adjusting your dress so that the opening of buttons is right at your apex

he lets his hands roam over you until they settle at your hips

"don't you look pretty today, sunshine...love this color against your skin"

"thank you daddy"

the second time you are matching him gets his attention

he is wearing this slutty little mock turtleneck and some beige slacks and he looks delectable, the top is so tight across his pecs that you wanna put your face in between his tits and

he calls and wants you to meet him for lunch and you have the perfect outfit to match him

a black bodycon dress with an opening in the back that is only held together with a flimsy little string with a small string of pearls around your neck

walking up to the restaurant after being helped out of the car by your driver, you see daddy looking over the menu with his brows furrowed, searching for what he craves until his head pops up at the sound of your heels clacking

"hey daddy, how was work?" you say, kissing his lips before taking a seat across from him

"work was murder, as always, sunshine. but enough about work, look at you! lookin' good enough to eat, pretty girl"

"thank you daddy"

while you look over the menu, you can see lloyd in your peripheral vision looking past his menu at your relaxed posture

"they don't have what i want on the menu"

"what did you want daddy?" you close your menu, expecting him to suggest a different restaurant

"you"

the look in his eyes has you shook, hungry eyes with pupils blown stare back at you

i guess he likes the dress

the third time you dress like him, he gets the hint

especially when it is a little obvious when you watch him do his morning routine

showering, shaving, moisturizing, hair...and that his routine

he chooses a patterned navy and white polo and dark blue pants and you pull out a shiny blue dress that is about knee-length with frilly accents and off-the-shoulder sleeves

you dress while he does and he watches you with amusement as he puts on his watch

his eyes are on you while his hands are in his pockets, you are pulling on your heels and looking up at him

"what?"

"so how long have you been matching everything i wear, sunshine"

you just smile and finish up the buckle on your shoe

"i have no idea what you're talking about, daddy"

he just chuckles and kisses your neck and exits the bedroom

you follow him out and put your hand in his

he pulls your joined hands to his lips and lays a kiss on your ring finger where a large diamond sits sparkling in the light of the sun through the windows

you beam with pride, knowing you made the big mean scary lloyd hansen into a somewhat domestic daddy...

🫠🎀🥺

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Authors I 10/10 recommend

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@time-for-a-lullaby

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@onsunnyside

@theycallmebecca

@milkathedudz

@andydrysdalerogers

Chris Evans’ Characters

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[ch4rryc0smos]

⊹ to be seen is to be loved — c. murphy.

synopsis — a tiring day for blaire, and connor murphy decides to try to make it better, which he succeeds at, really well. and he sees her, more than she realises he does. that much is established.

genres — friends to lovers, friendly banter, mutual pining, requited yearning, admiring, best friends, domestic fluff, requited love, comfort, chaotic fluff.

pairing — connor murphy x friend!self insert, connor murphy x childhood friend!self insert, connor murphy x best friend!self insert.

warnings — implications of self h@rm, mentions of scars.

word count — 3.3k.

author's note — i know it's been a solid week or something since i've last posted, please bear with me, i barely have the time or motivation. after this, i intend to make an intro post for my alien stage s/i. yes, i've watched the final, i am, grieving.

masterlist.

Blaire is tapping her fingers on her thigh as she waits for Alana to return from her daily student council president duties, and what other nonsense she partakes in. It’s spring but the breeze is strong, Blaire is glad to have worn dress pants today, but her thin work-ish shirt just isn’t helping. It’s really thin. It looks nice, but the cold air is practically cocooning her and she has to breathe on her hands to feel like there’s still hope of her not freezing away. 

She watches the other students pass her by, some wave to her, some try to flirt, but she just smiles, tapping her foot on the pavement, wondering where Alana even is. Her eyes glaze over the passing figures, and she has to blink to not zone out. Until, her eyes land on the approaching figure of none other than Connor Murphy.

Local stoner, and weirdo, as known by the petty high schoolers, but also one of Blaire’s boyfriends, which still sounds weird to say, but she supposes she’ll have to learn to use it more often in real life. She doesn’t think she’s mentioned it more than like, once, to Alana. 

As he’s getting closer, a breeze slips between him and Blaire, she shivers in annoyance, pushing aside the feeling of the cold air tickling her collarbones. She grins at Connor. His black jacket is clinging onto him, and he holds his hand out, feigning a courtesy, to some extent. 

“Callahan, fancy seeing you out here,” he says, stepping closer.

Blaire smiles at him, shaking her head. “Didn’t think I’d run into you either.” She grimaces when the unrelenting wind refuses to not make a fool out of her. “I’m waiting for Alana,” she continues, as if she isn’t getting assaulted by the breeze.

“Why don’t you just ditch her?” Connor suggests.

Blaire raises an eyebrow at him, glancing at the building in front of them. “Uh—”

“Come on,” he says as he’s shrugging off his jacket. She tilts her head at him, confused, until he’s wrapping the black mass of fabric over her shoulders. He’s far too nonchalant about it. Any previous cold she might’ve been feeling has dissipated the moment his jacket touches her shoulders. It’s packed with the faint, or maybe not so faint scent of cigarettes, one that she’s sure will cling to her for at least a few days.

He’s a bit convincing, with that mischievous smile lingering on his lips and a hand asking for hers to complete his. She accepts it, does it seal her fate with him? Perhaps. She doesn’t seem to mind it, though. 

“She’ll look for me,” Blaire tries to reason, even though she doesn’t truly care, or is concerned by the idea of Alana looking for her. Beck is busy, the two just wanted to spend time together was all, but if Connor is here to take Blaire away, Alana wouldn’t mind. Not that Blaire thinks she would. 

Connor is grinning, he knows better than to believe Blaire’s bleak words. He tugs her forwards, and she stumbles along, following as he takes her past the watching crowds, they eye Connor with disgust, but Blaire is smiling up at him, a bit more grateful to have been whisked away from her school work predicament, and the home she’d have to return to eventually. Connor’s car is parked a bit further away from the school, scratches cover the length of the doors, and Blaire sighs, wondering how he’d gotten them since the last time they’d seen each other.

It’s been three days since their last car ride together. There is genuinely no way he should be able to damage the paint this badly.

“You know me,” he says, shrugging as he lets go of her hand, holding the door open for her right when Blaire’s already reaching for it. “Nuh-uh.” A declarative air surrounds the words. Blaire sighs, frowning softly. 

Accepting defeat, she slides into the passenger seat, rolling her sleeves up. Maroon scars scatter themselves over pale skin, marked with the occasional bruise, contrasting to the other two colours to form a canvas.

Of pain. 

One which Connor was well aware of. When he slides into the seat next to her, one glance at her, and he sighs softly, starting up the car. 

As soon as Blaire’s back hits the back of the seat, all the day’s exhaustion catches up to her. She closes her eyes, lets her head fall back against the headrest. Her hands start shaking, and she doesn’t know if it’s the day’s anxiety, or the way her body can’t even keep up with her anymore. Whatever it may be though, she doesn’t like it. 

On a normal day, she wouldn’t have forgotten her rings back at home (or whatever that is), she would be fidgeting with them, and no one would suspect anything, not the calculated measures to stop her hands from shaking as if she’s an old woman. But today, she doesn’t have anything she can use to hide the fact that she’s shaking, shaking. 

It doesn’t go unnoticed by Connor.

Even worse.

He doesn’t say anything, not for a while at least. Blaire knows that he’s noticed. His hands are still on the steering wheel until he reaches out with one. She stares at it, a bit dumbfounded.

“Think I didn’t notice you without your rings today?” he says. A smile is playing on his face. He places his hand on her lap. She tenses. “Relax. I should’ve stolen some of Zoe’s rings.”

Blaire is growing even more confused, “what for?” she asks.

“You like fidgeting with them—” he starts, “well, your ones.”

Obviously. She grins up at him, sliding her hand over his, intertwining their fingers. His hands are cold, as per the usual. But now she has something to tap and hold while he drives them off to somewhere. He could probably kidnap her and she’d be fine with it, especially with the way her consciousness has been slipping away, inch by inch, minute by minute. Connor squeezes her hand and suddenly she’s grounded, back to reality. 

“Con’...?” She mumbles his name, barely able to keep her eyes open, barely focusing on the street in front of her. It’s giving her an odd sense of deja vu, but she doesn’t care, or can’t, with the way she feels so exhausted. Connor is tapping his fingers gently against her knuckles, and she smiles, holding his hand in both of her palms, one hand’s fingers still intertwined with his. 

“Yeah, baby?” his voice is quiet as he whispers back, holding Blaire’s hand close to his. 

She smiles at the softness of his tone, how it’s almost comically quiet, like he’s trying to not disturb her as she treads on the edges of slumber. “Where ‘re we going?” she asks, not bothering to keep on looking out the window. Her head feels heavy from the exhaustion. 

Connor laughs softly, she knows that much, she can tell. It’s a gentle chuckle, much unlike his usual booming laughter that he graces her with in public. This one has always been reserved for her, and Evan. When it’s just the three of them. Or just them. “You’ll see.”

She pouts softly, getting a blurry look at him from the corner of her eye, even though she can barely keep her eyes open at all. She doesn’t question him though, instead opting to try to relax her body more, maybe sleep a bit. The car rumbles beneath her, the seat vibrating softly, probably because of the engine mounting Connor says he’ll get replaced someday, but the day never seems to come.

She’s losing the battle against sleep when the car comes to a halt, the comforting vibration of the seat stops and she’s almost inclined to sit up straight, but Connor’s hand is pressed against hers and is placed on her lap. She’s safe. He hasn’t moved an inch.

Until he has, and his hand slips out, slowly. Blaire’s eyes open, and she fumbles to sit up.

“Nothing is wrong, you’re safe, we’re safe,” he says. 

When she turns to him and her eyes focus on his face, he’s smiling softly. She glances around, the street is familiar. And then her eyes catch on the doors of a shop right outside her side of the car. A La mode greets her line of vision as a confused smile finds its way onto her lips. She tilts her head at Connor. He grins. 

“What are you up—” She can’t continue, Connor is unlocking his door and has one foot out the door. She probably knows exactly what he’s up to. She’ll get him back for it, soon. 

He turns back to her for a moment. “Just wait a minute,” he says and he steps out. Blaire watches him, and suddenly it’s much more prominent, the loss of his hand from hers. She suddenly wants it back, right this moment. She wants to hold the calloused fingers, and wants something to fidget with, whether it be his weirdly long fingers, or his fingertips roughened up by his guitar.

A few minutes, awfully quiet, punctured by her soft humming as she stares out the window, at A La mode, and when Connor’s silhouette appears at the door, she practically lights up, smiling at him as she rolls her window down. He’s holding two ice creams, one cookies & cream, and one chocolate.

He hands her the cookies & cream cone. She tentatively reaches out as he leans down, handing it to her through the car window. Their fingers brush and she laughs. A bigger smile breaks over his face. That’s when she notices his cone only has one scoop.

“What happened to yours?” she asks, frowning softly as he sits back down, next to her, in the driver’s seat. The car rumbles back to life beneath them. Connor just hums, and shrugs. “Come on, Murphy.”

“Hey,” he drags out the vowel, turning to look at her once before his eyes are back on the road. He’s never been the most bothered about road safety, why does it matter now? Probably because he doesn’t want to answer her question. But she keeps on pushing, won’t go down until he just spills. Well, he does spill. “They ran out, I got the last scoop.”

“Oh,” is all she can say. She glances at her scoops. She still hasn’t taken a single bite out of them. She smiles, holding it up to Connor’s lips, leaning a bit closer to him. He gives her a look from the corner of his eye and she just flashes him a shrug. He doesn’t even budge. She presses her cone closer. “Connor, it’s going to melt. Take. A. Bite.” 

She puts emphasis on the last three words. And still, he isn’t moving. So, she pulls back, dips down to get a taste of her ice cream since he’s denying himself the enjoyment, and that’s when he finally turns around, swiftly gets a bite. Gets a bit of the cream smudged over his nose, eliciting a laugh from his girlfriend. She leans forward, brushing her fingers over his nose, wiping it off. He turns a deep shade of scarlet, turning away. But he’s also not that bothered. 

Blaire grins, taking bites out of her ice cream absentmindedly as Connor does the same. He’s staring out at the road, and it’s lined with trees, fields are getting more abundant as they venture further to their destination. Which is at the moment, only known to Connor. 

Minutes pass in silence, the same ice cream eating cycle continues, and then Connor breaks it. “Hey, you should taste this,” he starts, holding his cone up for Blaire. She raises an eyebrow at him. 

“I’ve had A La mode’s chocolate ice cream quite a few times before, Con’,” she says, trying to push it back towards him. He insists. She sighs, complying. A hum of contentment leaves her when she gets a taste of the chocolate. She’s missed it. It’s been a while since she’d last been to A La mode at all. She only came here with Connor, or with Zoe. 

“Look up,” Connor whispers, snapping her out of her thoughts. 

Blaire looks up, their eyes meeting. His soft blue eyes, a bit like the oceans, when a storm brews overhead, but never quite reaches the tranquil waters below. The waves continue to splash over the other. What do her eyes look like to him? Forests? The depths of nature greeting him in the afternoon sun as it floods through the front window? He smiles, leaning closer. Blaire feels her heart stutter. One of his hands cups her face, and she’s a bit hyper aware of the fact that they’re on the road, her eyes stray to the steering wheel—Connor is holding her face firmly in place. He’s quick. His breath is a warm breeze passing over her face as he presses his lips to hers. 

She still sometimes can’t believe he’s meant to be the school freak. He makes her feel like she’s living some fever dream from the movies she used to watch as a kid. His lips are soft, a bit cold, and they taste like dark chocolate. And then he swipes his tongue over her lips, but he’s not asking her to let him past. It’s gentle, just there for a second, and then he’s pulled back. 

She’s stuck in place, face blooming into a warm shade of cherry, and she glances away, the cone of her ice cream is still loosely gripped in her hands. It’s about to tilt over. Connor’s fingers find their way around hers. The car’s not vibrating beneath them anymore. Blaire looks up, they’re sitting outside the gates to… an orchard. 

Connor holds up Blaire’s cone to her lips, or whatever remains of it. He watches as she takes the last few bites, and then using his thumb, he brushes off the crumbs, and smiles. Her heart is a mush of goo. She’s sure of it. There’s a cavity in her ribcage, and her heart has seeped through, it’s pooling her gut in the form of warmth. 

“I hate you,” she whispers, not truly meaning it. A smile blooms over her face as she looks away, out at the gates leading into the orchard. Connor’s fingers are still intertwined with hers. He lets go, only briefly. And before either of them process what their bodies are doing, they’ve stepped out of the threshold of the car and are standing next to each other. Connor’s jeep is staring back at him, with scratches, with chipped off paint, but his eyes are all for Blaire at the moment. He wraps his arms around her waist. 

“I don’t know why I’m here, but when I saw you earlier, I just…” he begins, trailing off soon after. Blaire waits patiently, her fingers intertwined with his as she feels his gently inquisitive taps while he waits for the right words to pop up into his mind. “Felt the need to bring you here.”

“We’ve been here before,” Blaire mentions.

Connor rolls his eyes at her. “Only when we were kids, dumbass.”

“Who’re you calling a dumbass, Murphy?” She tries to give him a stern one up, but he bursts into laughter. Which she isn’t immune to, sadly. She finds herself cracking, until she’s dissolved into laughter. Connor pulls her closer to his side, she grins, resting her head on his shoulder. “Since when did you go so tender?”

“Since I’ve had a pretty girlfriend and boyfriend,” he replies. Smooth. If only Evan was here to freak out too.

“What a flirt.”

He laughs. She rolls her eyes at him. She doesn’t know where he’s leading her, but she trusts him, so she lets her feet carry her towards whatever direction Connor’s heart desires. The grass beneath their feet is getting crunchier, scarcer as it spreads itself over the ground. They’re walking down a path that’s been walked many times before. And she can count the footsteps, some engraved into the dirt. Some people have left their marks here, for an eternity. And so have they.

Blaire smiles as her eyes glaze over the tiny footfalls forever engraved into the once murky ground that spreads itself unevenly beneath her and Connor. They were from the first time she ever visited the orchard. The Murphy’s managed to convince her parents to let her accompany them, per a little Connor’s wishes. 

She’s ever thankful for the day. Especially with her fingers intertwined with Connor’s, his arm wrapped around her frame as he leads her to the trunk of a tree. An old Apple tree that’s been here since the dawn of time (as long as Blaire’s seen it). 

Connor stops in front of it, turning to look at Blaire. She smiles at him, bright, even with all the exhaustion lining her under eyes. “Remember this tree?”

“Of course I do,” she says. She knows it from the first time Connor brought her here. This was their first date, together. Here. This was where he brought them when he first got his driving licence. This was where they’d escape to when they left his parents and ran for it. 

“I knew you had a connection to it.” Connor shrugs as he drops down to the ground in front of the tree. He presses his back into the trunk and smiles at Blaire, holding his hand out for her. She takes it, but he pulls her to the ground. Surprised laughter spills from her lips.

“You make it sound like a person,” she says, hitting him lightly on the chest.

“It’s always been one to you, hasn’t it?” he asks, voice suddenly a lot quieter, tone more solemn. She looks at him. Their eyes meet, he’s already looking. He’s giving her the most genuine look he has the entire week, and the wind is pushing his hair in front of his face, it must tickle. The thought makes a bigger grin break onto Blaire’s face. She hesitantly reaches out, gently brushing away his wild locks of hair. He leans closer to her hand, and soon enough, their knees are pressed together and they’re grinning at each other like idiots. She nods, finally answering his questions. 

“You’ve been tired this entire week, and don’t think I wouldn’t notice, I’ve been there before.” He rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling, albeit a bit sadly. “I wanted to make you feel better, it’s almost the weekend. My parents probably think I’m out smoking, but I thought I could…” he trails off, at a bit of a loss for words, but Blaire waits patiently. “Dedicate it to you, to, you know—Making you feel better.”

Her heart swells with happiness. She’s smiling ear to ear at him. “You’re an idiot, positive. Literally, the biggest idiot.” She leans closer, their noses brushing. “Ever.” She presses her lips to his, holding them together in a tender kiss, letting the warmth of his breath encapsulate her. 

“I hate you too, Callahan.” Connor pulls her closer. “You can rest now, we have like the whole day, anyway.”

“I know, Connor,” she sighs against his shoulder, “thanks, really. Thank you.”

“Don’t think I don’t see you, I may be high half of the time, but I’ll always be able to tell when you’re tired. When Evan’s anxiety is peaking, I can tell,” Connor mutters against the top of her head, his thumb is rubbing shapes into the flesh of her arms, and she’s relaxing into his grip.

Into the breeze that’s transitioned to warmth. The leaves rustled above them, and some lay scattered over their laps. While Blaire’s trying to fight the exhaustion weighing her eyelids down, she can still notice the way Connor’s hand messes with the leaves on his lap. She can hear him humming under his breath, some song he was trying to write for… her. She ignores all the warmth that pools at the tip of her ears and nose. 

“Thank you for seeing me,” she whispers before falling into comfortable silence.

“Anyday.” He smiles, but she doesn’t notice. “I can’t really help it, Blaire.”

ch4rryc0smos © 2024 … do not repost, alter, translate, or steal my work.

[starrspice]

I need an excuse to explore this AU more so pls send me asks about it (I'll probably doodle a few of not most of the answers as well)

I've had this AU idea bouncing around my head for a while but needed help fleshing out a few ideas

Y/N is an autoshop mechanic who had to take on the role of legal guardian for their two godsons Kirby and Kenny, after their dear friends (the boys' parents) died in a horrible accident.

While struggling to learn how to be a parent alongside mourning their friends Y/N finds themselves in need of a babysitter to watch the boys so they can pick up more work so money isn't so tight.

In come Sun and Moon, who are more than happy to take care of the boys and remind Y/N that parenting is hard, but they're doing great

[todaywasamaritale]

‘leave tonight or live and die this way’

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ABSOLUTELY everything to know about me ->

american (derogatory) // christian (the good kind, shouldn’t have to clarify but here we are😭) // scorpio // bday oct 25 // music lover and writer // fanfic consumer // local neighborhood ace with the dirtiest jokes // i swear like a sailor to offput certain men // spring supremacy tbh // avid disneyworld enjoyer and corporate disney hater 🤝 // conflict makes me itch but i’m a professional debator // singer and stuff i already said // dwdw if i hate you, you will KNOW straight up // a downbad schemer, evil even // call me a double A battery the way i be autistic and asexual // whump enjoyer and writer at times // i do rp on minecraft a lot // and then there’s chunky he’s DEAD

music ->

swiftie (taylor’s version) // k/da // heartsteel // itzy // everglow // blackpink in your area // little monster for mother monster gaga <3 // olivia rodrigo // chappell roan // Jesus was a Carpenter!!! // boygenius // emei! // precious jewel amor // derivakat // cg5 // reinaeiry // mave: MAKE A NEW WAVE!!!!! // dua lipa // ive // the warning // dove cameron // tobymac // daft punk // britney spears // madonna // gracie abrams // thomas sanders

movies & tv ->

miraculous ladybug aw yiss // vaguely intrigued in pokemon sun & moon // felix fathom and gladion mohn you are forever famous and not at all similar nono // mha // murder drones // hellaverse // tadc // saiki k // bsd // tangled the series NO SPOILERS // kimmy schmidt // schitt’s creek // the mindy project // atla // downton abbey // pride and prejudice miniseries with colin firth if you prefer the movie i’ll fight you // big bang theory // friends // star wars enthusiast // maleficent // guardians of the galaxy (what do you mean there are three movies??? there are only two uh huh….) // juno // the perks of being a wallflower // spiderverse // barbie // enchanted // hunger games // narnia // everything everywhere all at once // RAINBOW ROCKS // princess diaries // enola holmes // klaus // princess protection program // high school musical (no spoils for the series) // legally blonde // mean girls // frozen // alien stage!!! // project mc2 // the owl house

games ->

star guardians xayah x rakan truther // minecraft // sims 4 // prodigy // yandere sim

broadway ->

wicked // moulin rouge (not the movie) // she loves me // jeremy jordan is God’s gift to earth have you even heard him giggle tho. have you // newsies // shrek the musical >>>>>>> // holiday inn // dear evan hansen // mean girls // anastasia URGH brainrot // six // heathers // mystic glen // frozen

books/fanfic ->

keeper of the lost cities // the impossible quest // septimus heap // the land of stories // school for good and evil // narnia // artemis fowl don’t even TALK to me about the movie i’m still fuming // amulet // wonder // star of deltora // passerine // thirteen

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[theachskid]

Hello! Welcome to my blog! ✨️

You can call me Achs! You pronounce Achs as Aw-ch.💪💯

My pronouns are she/her/hers/they/them/theirs, and if you want it/it's ( there just fun ya know?), and I'm pansexual

On this blog, you will see my art/ my oc (Alanza) and other characters. You will also see some memes, music (bands, and stuff), and my bearded dragon piccaso!

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

my art will have blo0d, scars, and other content that may be uncomfortable for some. ALSO, I AM A MINOR!!!

⚠️RULES⚠️

🔸️DNI, if you're a terf, transphobic. Homophonic, racist, sexist, or any other hatred to any kind

🔸️ Dont like it. Don't interact

🔸️be kind to anyone who interacts on this blog! my moots, people who comment, *me*, basically everyone!

I do art requests! So send me asks! ✌️✨️❤️

You can find My stuff on..

Youtube: @The_Achs_kid / ~Artists Achs~

Ibis paint: The Achs kid

That's about it...😪

The rest is just things I like! And things about me!

📺shows i watch:

Young sheldon, Evil lives here, mha, Sxf, Demon slayer, Komi can't communicate, Ghost, ghost adventures, fear thy neighbor, married to evil, see no evil, Monsters: Eric and Lyle Mendez story, and Avatar the last airbender.

🎬Movies I like:

Nightmare before christmas, blended, the silent voice, the sixth scene ,the quiet place, imaginary, the longest yard, over the hedge, surfs up,happy Gilmore, Ragnorok, Evan hansen, Guardians the Galaxy vol.2, shark tale, and deadpool (1,2 and 3)

📚Books I'm reading/ have read.

Obsessed, the collected, American murder houses, the girl in the locked room, the ghost in the head lights, Percy jackson: the lighting theif, and Percy jackson: the sea of monsters.

🎨Artist I listen to:

Pierce the veil, Korn, TV girl, insane clown posse, odetari, 6arelyhuman, queen, panic! at the disco, sir mix-a-lot, eminem, kesha, mitski, queen, marina and the diamonds, Alec Benjamin, doja cat, miracle musical, fall out boy, mother mother, Bruno Mars, Tally Hall, kendrick Lamar, And Tyler the creator.

🎮Video games I play (mobile and console):

Amoug the sleep, hello neighbor, goat simulater, untitled goose game, roblox, cube escape, block blast, story teller, Fnaf, sims 4, little miss fortune, creepy tails, and organizer.

Facts about muah <3

I speak 2 languages! Spanish and English, and I'm trying to learn German and hungarian because that's what I am!

I do dance! I just left my dance class and I'm trying to find a new one!

I have 4 awards! 3 art awards and 1 government award for being a good student!

I have eplipsy and anhidrosis! Anhidrosis means I can't sweat!

I'm a big-time collector! I collect rubber ducks, funko pops, stickers, stuffed animals, crystals, and glass bottle caps.

I'm allergic to 3 things! Kiwis, amoxicillin and fake jewelry

ALSO, IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS ABOUT ANY OF THIS STUFF YOU CAN ASK.

My radom favorite things!

Favorite place : the beach

Favorite food : sushi

Favorite song: pass the nirvana- pierce the veil

Favorite sport team: sandiago padres- baseball

Favorite yt: Duncanyounot and funkyfrogbait

BTW MY TAG #help he is attacking me... IS MADE BECAUSE OF MY BEARDED DRAGON NOTHING ELSE

SHIPS I GO FOR 💪💯

Izuocha , kirimina , todomomo , bakucamie , tokotsuyu , Erasermic , twiyor, damianya , shouko X Shoya , kamijirou , ojitoru , katarang , Alberta X Peter , Thor X flower , and probably more i can't think of 😅

Also, go check out my mutruals!

@rafrfr @leviathan-winters @generalallxsanjishipper @innercupcakehottub-blog @scobunny @myausofia @lastnightstoryart

[writerscafehub]

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

@eulalielatibule

From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

Hmm I'd say I'm like, 2.8? I'm pretty basic and don't do much editing but my stories are good and I'm proud of them!

2. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

I think I excel at fluffy family fics. I just love writing good dads being sweet with their kids, especially daughters. Another thing that makes me stand out is how I write autistic!reader. I haven't seen anyone else write that for the Chris Evans fandom (not including Steve) so I'm proud to be the one to do it.

3. Are there any writers that inspire you?

Everyone in the server is so talented and they all inspire me in different ways. @a-lumos-in-the-nox puts out story after story with her OC and Ron Weasly and I just love that! Especially as someone who wants to start writing more OCs. @flordeamatista’s writing is so poetic and beautiful and I admire it so much

4. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

I'm pretty proud of my Suburban Dad Sunday verse. It's done so well but it's also just very fun for me to write and it's letting me explore characters that I hadn't written for previously.

5. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write and which do you find most difficult to write?

Jake Jensen is definitely the easiest. Idk he's just so sweet and fun and the vibes are immaculate with him! The most difficult would probably be any dark character

6. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

I write a lot about Jake and fluff/hurt and comfort.

7. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about!

I have a Lloyd Hansen fic with a living music box ballerina. It'll be a giant/tiny fic which I know isn't super popular but I find it so comforting and I'm excited to share it!

8. First fandom you ever wrote for?

I believe it was Phantom of the Opera 🙈😂

9. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

I can't think of any tropes, but I do love reading daddy kink fics lmao

10. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

I mean never say never, but I do not like enemies to lovers. Idk why, I just can't get behind it. I also will likely never write a mob au.

11. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

Probably my most recent one with Jake Jensen x Reader x Ari Levinson. H-O-T-T-O-G-O was my first time writing a throuple and it was interesting!

12. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

I love writing Lloyd Hansen and his Reader for SDS. He's just so funny and petty and it's fun to see his shenanigans!

13. Do you listen to anything while you write?

No, I get too distracted. I need it to be quiet while I write. I do have playlists to help me get into the right headspace or to help with muse.

14. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

One shots all the way

15. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

All the time! Although I feel like most of my fics are little side quests to one big story/universe. I want to do more with The Purrfect Pair- Kitten is so cute and there's lots of potential for mischief with her and Wanda.

16. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

Soooo many things. I want to write a smutty series but smut is just so hard for me to write for some reason. I admire those who write it so effortlessly!

17. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

There are many comments that I hold near and dear to my heart. Recently I got a comment from @thezombieprositute who said my ability to turn simple prompts into heart warming stories was a testament to my skills and it really made my day.

18. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

A long time ago I wrote a Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers Halloween fic. It was on my old account so it isn't around anymore, though I might repost it here. It was definitely a challenge as it was more involved and took a lot of world building. It turned out okay, but maybe I'll revisit it and do some editing!

19. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

Fluff, all the time.

20. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

Do I?? I have so many. Thank you for the time to infodump about some of my favorites lmao

I have Eloise Montgomery who is a sexretary for Pete Brenner. Her face claim is Sydney Sweeney!

There's also Charles Randolph who is similar to Ransom in that he's a bratty rich boy who I pair with Ari Levinson. His face claim is Logan Lerman.

I have soooo many but they are my favorites!

21. If you could enter the universe of any one of your fics, which would it be and why?

Oh gosh, that's hard. Probably my The Purrfect Pair au. I want to live in a cottage with Wanda Maximoff more than anything!

22. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

I can't think of anything in particular. It just takes me a while to write because of burn out and stuff but I love it and I love sharing it with everyone 🩷

23. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

Oof this is hard for some reason but I do like this from Pine-ing For You

One time when you both were drunkenly singing All I Want for Christmas is You, he pulled you over to the plant hanging from the ceiling and kissed you straight on the mouth. It was a chaste, puckered lips type of kiss and yet it still made your heart flutter from excitement. You both carried on as if nothing happened, never brought it up when you were sober. You eventually decided the incident was merely drunken shenanigans and nothing more, although a part of you wanted to feel his plush lips against yours again.

24. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

I'm excited for all that I have planned this year and I hope I can venture into some new territory with my fic writing. I appreciate everyone's support, you all mean the world to me! 🙏🏼 

[littleroseprince]

MULTIFANDOM AGERE STUFF LET'S GO

I'm gonna copy and paste the rules onto this post teehee:

Fandoms I will write for:

Regretevator

Pressure

Doors

Murder Drones

Lego Monkie Kid

Inanimate Insanity

HFJone

Friday Night Funkin/Pico's school

Sonic

Fandoms I might write for?:

Dear Evan Hansen

Be More Chill

Villainos

Spooky Month

Yes:

Reader Insert

Diapers

Angst

Maybe:

Violence

No:

Any k1nk stuff. Get out.

NSFW

Omorashi (When it's SFW there's no judgement, just not smth I wanna write! Same with any bathroom stuff)

OCs (I probably wouldn't be able to write them accurately! Reader inserts are ok tho.)

Gendered stuff (Any reader insert will be gender neutral. I want everyone to be able to read them)

Ships that aren't allowed, but you can request as them platonic duos!:

Mach x Anyone (Especially Pilby)

Sebastian x Reader Insert

Red Son x Mei

Nezha x Anyone

N x Uzi

Cassandra x Pico/Nene (I won't write Cassandra at ALL.)

Michael x Rich

Jared x Connor

Connor x Evan

Pico x Nene

Any proships (GET OU‼️)

Probably anything that's not on the allowed ships list, but if you don't know then ask!

Allowed Ships:

Pest x Poob

Infected x Lampert

Bive x Split

Julien x Oscar

Liam x Bryce

Paintbrush x Lightbulb

OJ x Paper

MK x Red Son

Pigsy x Tang

Macaque x Wukong

Syntax x Mayor

V x Uzi

Streber x Kevin

Hatzgang Polycule

Pico x Boyfriend

Boyfriend x Girlfriend

Pico x Girlfriend

Pico x Boyfriend x Girlfriend

Pico x Darnell

Shadow x Sonic

Dr. Flug x Black Hat

Jared x Evan

Jeremy x Michael

I'd appreciate if you be specific with requests but if you really can't think of a specific idea thats ok! I can still try my best! I can decline any request I want if it makes me uncomfy or I dont think I can write it well. Don't get mad if I decline your request or take a long time to make it! Thank you and byee :3

[starboyshoyo]

ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕝

A songfic event for Twisted Wonderland

[CLOSED]

10/10 slots filled

Hello and welcome to my new event! This event centers around drabbles based on songs from some of my favorite musicals! There's also an assortment of songs from movies, so make sure to check if your favorite is there.

The rules are simple. Choose a character and a song from the list below and send them to my inbox, and I'll write a drabble based on that song!

Just a note: Try to bear in mind the personality of the character you choose and if they'd fit the song! That way it'll be easier for me when trying to think of a way to fit them into the lyrics.

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For my mutuals @ryker-writes and @devilfishcafe, I've got something special for you! You guys can send in a request with an OC of your choice and I'll write a custom drabble for you!

Consider it a thank you for letting me spam you all the time. Feel free to send in an x reader request later if you'd like, as well.

Song List

From Be More Chill

A Guy That I'd Kinda Be Into, Michael In the Bathroom

From Dear Evan Hansen

For Forever, Sincerely Me, If I Could Tell Her, Only Us

From Hamilton

Helpless, Satisfied, Wait For It, That Would Be Enough, Dear Theodosia, Take a Break, Say No To This, Burn, It's Quiet Uptown,

From The Greatest Showman

A Million Dreams, The Other Side, Rewrite the Stars, Tightrope, Never Enough

From Heathers

Fight For Me, Freeze Your Brain, Kindergarten Boyfriend,

From Disney

A Whole New World (Aladdin), I Won't Say I'm In Love (Hercules) Part of Your World (The Little Mermaid),

Others

She Used to be Mine (Waitress), Popular (Wicked), My Little Dancer (Clouds)

Thank you and enjoy!

[eccentricallygothic]

Psycho Husband!Steve Rogers who is a crazed coercive bastard.

Warning(s): Noncon, misogyny/sexism, depraved housewife kink, head shaving/hair cutting, he's a mental mf who thinks he is only doing what's best for you; cruel punishments are care and better sense according to him, age gap, fear kink, infantilization, humiliation, size kink. MDNI. 

. . .

You meekly sit atop your husband, Steve Rogers' lap as he feeds himself and you the dinner you meticulously prepared for him as he cares greatly for detail and perfection. 

The older man hums with each bite, one large paw caressing your back from over the thin -nearly sheer- material of one of the many dresses that make up the entirety of your wardrobe. 

“Absolutely delicious, baby, good job” he has been praising you with each bite and so you cannot help but smile at the compliments, your smaller body resting against his as you gently comb his hair with your fingers.

This is good.

Him being pleased is good.

“Thank you, my heart” you kiss his cheek that he had shaved just this morning when you were on your knees getting rid of his morning wood. He usually does that at night but you chose to wear a certain dress yesterday that caused for you to remain trapped in bed from the moment he got home till the both of you woke up tangled and sticky.

“See?” Now his fingers silkily glide up the length of your spine, past its dents that appear on your nape and towards your scalp that holds no barriers between your skins. “Wasn't I right?” Steve's fingertips flex all over your shiny head that he keeps empty from any hurdle between yourself and him. “Didn't it make things all better for us, hm?” Your tongue grows heavy and you feel it beginning to swell.

But you must not speak your mind.

For you are not allowed to have one.

“Yes, hubby, you were” you feel him stroke the bald crown of your head and the feeling of his coarse skin rubbing your soft and moisturized one sends shivers down your spine. 

His dark but relaxed blue eyes watch you, outwardly friendly but secretly inspecting you closely for the tiniest slip up. “Just too stupid to see it back then, weren't you?”

You nod nervously, offering him a smile as you avert your gaze from his, choosing to awkwardly play with his dress shirt instead. “Yes, hubby, I was.” Before you look up momentarily. He hates it when you don't look at him while speaking. “Thank you for teaching me better.” 

“And what did I teach you?” You bite your tongue, his words scalding your ears. 

Of course, he wants you to say it.

It is a routine that he likes to do every night. 

“That you are always right because you know better.” You resist the urge to cringe from how he suddenly gives you a burst of praise head rubs. 

It is a trap, meant to set you off.

He knows you don't like his hand rubbing your bald head like you're some kind of an animal and he still does it.

You've made the mistake of fighting back one too many times in the past.

But now you know it never fares well for you.

So better to just obey.

“Yeah?” His eyes begin to dance all over your form in that lewd fashion of theirs. “And how did I teach you that?” This is nothing new, and yet your heart drops.

“You taught me by…” Your face becomes hot from the embarrassment and humiliation. “B- By…” Fuck.

Even after all this time, it's no easier to do it. 

“By?” You can feel his sick arousal poke into the back of your thigh. He shifts to readjust himself. “Know what, honey?” He actually has the gall to sound friendly like he's doing you a favor out of the goodness of his heart. “I'll help your little mind out by giving you a hint.” You cannot hold his gaze anymore. So you drop your eyes and train them on his collars as you whimper into his cheek from how he hugs you closer with the arm he has draped around you. He loves proximity. “It had something to do with a machine and a cute head” his long fingers caress your scalp in circular motions.

Your heart is erratic against his chest. “H–” the whimper you let out is shaky and pathetic. Your expression falters into one of pain but you recover just as fast. At least on the outside. “T- Taught me by shaving my head.”

Steve's smirk is one of pride. “Oh? And what setting did I shave it on? Did I leave anything behind or did you become a complete cueball?” 

Tears sting your eyes from the sensitivity and helplessness as you feel your throat tighten even more. “N- No, hubby. Nothing was left. You shaved it all off…” Closing your eyes momentarily is the only way you can let out your next words. “Until I was a cueball.”

“And why was that, huh, baby?” Now he speaks to you like you're a child. 

He does that when he is horny. 

The realization makes your stomach twist.

“B- Because you warned me many times but—” your voice breaks and you softly sob into his cheek all of a sudden because the memories overwhelm you. “I didn't l- listen and my hair kept getting in the food I would prepare for you.” He somberly cooes and lowers your head forwards in a submissive position to caress the links of your spine.

“Oh, honey. Is that what happened?” Though Steve rests his cheek atop your bald head that he keeps shiny with scented oils and feigns sadness his bulge is too stiff against your tender skin for his little act to hold any weight. 

“Yes, hubby.” Your tears fall on your lap. 

“And how did it happen, huh, darling?” He loves the helplessness of your situation. That has got to be it. “Can you tell me?”

You nod and swallow the bile in your throat. Denial is not an option. “The scary razor went all over my head, hubby” you make yourself sound like a baby because that's what he likes. “Like buzz buzz buzz~” you try to mimic the sound and gesture as you run a pretend trimmer over your naked scalp. 

“Aw, it was scary for your little baby self, was it?” You timidly nod, pouting a little. “That's because you're so small and easily scared, aren't you?” He presses kisses all over your head and pinches your cheek. 

“Yes, hubby.” 

“Aw, my poor girl” he cups your face and lets his thumb trace the shape of your mouth. “I get it, you’re just a baby” he cannot but kiss you deeply before speaking again. 

“But it was necessary, wasn't it? And it worked” it is typical of him to seek validation for his unhinged actions from you, probably helps him sleep easier and pumps his pompousness further. “No more hair in the food.” He smiles and forces you to look at him by tipping your head back.

“No more hair in the food.” You echo him like the hollow doll he has made of you.

“Awww” he chuckles at the dejection in your voice. “Cheer up, silly. You look just as perfect as the first moment I laid my eyes on you” his lips repeatedly peck yours for a few moments. Then he continues. “I am the only one whose opinion matters for you and I think you're the most gorgeous thing alive” he scoops you up in his arms before standing up and you give him a smile like you're supposed to. He leans in to capture it in his own. “The cueball only makes you sexier and more nude for me. So it's a win all around” you whimper into the words he utters against your mouth. “C'mon, hubby will make you feel all better.” He whispers before carrying you to the bedroom. It is impossible not to be aware of your devastation and that is why he offers compensation the way he does. “Yeah?”

All you can do is nod defeatedly.

. . .

If you made it down here, hi you're cool. 

[aceditwrites]

The Master List (hi)

Master List:

Hi, i’m ace. I got really bored and i need an excuse to procrastinate on my personal writing projects so i decided to start an account dedicated to just writing. So like, you can request almost anything (limits below) like if you want like a platonic fic just ask! If you want the reader to be the kid or sibling of the character, i’ll do it! You can be as specific or as vague as you want, eventually i’ll get some prompts for help but for now, you gotta wing it. Also I’ll write for like any fandom even if i dont know it, i’ll try my hardest but i’d prefer if you stuck to the list below. Anyways yeah.  (also pfp is nyurei on picrew)

So basic rules, 

If youre an nsfw account dni, also i will not write smut regardless of age given i’m a minor

No incest 

I’m currently only doing x readers, that might change in the future but for now no ocs or ships

I’d prefer if you didn’t request x reader with an actual person, (ex. Instead of asking for a Maya Hawke x reader, ask for a Robin Buckley x reader)

If you know a character’s sexuality and you dont fit, dont ask (ex. Nico is gay, I will not write Nico x fem! reader)

Please specify pronouns when requesting 

Please keep in mind i’m not a professional writer 

Please use common sense and dont do something that makes me have to update the rules

Anyways, so fandoms i’ll write for

It 2017/2019: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon (specify if you want 2017 or 2019)

Percy Jackson: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, Piper McLean, Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Connor Stoll, Travis Stoll, Nico Di Angelo, Will Solace

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Kevin Tran, Crowley, Charlie Bradbury, Rowena (does girly have a last name 💀), Jack Kline (platonic only)

South park (platonic only for everyone, they’re children): Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick, Butters Scotch, Tolkien Black (or is it Token? I swear its always spelled different), Timmy, Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, Jimmy Valmer, Wendy Testaburger 

Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous/Chaos Theory: Darius Bowman (i’d prefer if we kept it platonic with him but romance is ok i guess), Kenji Kon, Brooklyn, Yasmina Fadoula, Sammy Guiterrez, Ben Pincus, 

Marvel: Tony Stark (platonic only, so sorry) Steve Rodger, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Peter, Ned Leeds, M.J, Harley Keener, Thor Odinson, Loki Odinson, Shuri, T'Challa, Okoye

The Owl House: Luz Noceda, Willow Park, Amity Blight, Edric Blight, Emira Blight, Gus Porter, Eda Clawthorne, Lilith Clawthorn, Hooty (platonic preferred, but if you freaky like that go ahead and ask for romance, see what happens), Raine Whispers

The Umbrella Academy: Luther, Diego, Alison, Klaus, Five (would he date a kid or an adult cause-), Ben (he can be alive or yall could be ghosts), Vanya 

Dear Evan Hansen: Connor Murphy (my beloved), Evan Hansen, Jared Kleinman, Zoe Murphy, Alana Beck

Heather: Heather Chandler, Heather McNamara, Heather Duke, Veronica Sawyer, Jason Dean, Martha Dunnstock

Invincible: Mark Grayson, Debbie Grayson, Eve Wilkins, Rex Splode, Amber Bennet, William Clockwell

Idk how any of this works but uh have fun

[sweet-cuddlebug]

~ Greetings and welcome to my blog ~

♤ About me.

• You can call me Mers, Mercy or Mersi

• My pronouns are they/them/she/her/he/him

• 18 years old

• I'm bisexual

• Also a taurus

• And neurodivergent

♡ About interaction rules.

• Do not interact with this blog if you are LGBTQIAphobic, pedophillic or MAP, exclusionis, racist, ableist. Immature and hatefull in general

• If in some of my posts the information shared is wrong or incomplete, please let me know through comments so I can edit it

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• You can leave comments with tips to improve my drawings (as long as the comment is respectful and refrains from using bad words)

• You can ask about the content I share, sources of entertainment I know, would watch, or could talk about

• Any question about my personal life will be ignored

• Also, you CAN send requests for me to draw and share, like doodles or something idk (they can be OCs or characters from a medium that you like)

• I have no problems blocking others.

◇ About the content.

• In this blog I will talk (or reblog) and publish fanart about the sources of entertainment that I enjoy

• Accompanied by occasionally talking and publishing drawings of my own OCs

• From time to time I will talk or reblog about content that may be considered political or sensitive, I will try to use tags well to avoid discomfort

♧ About the fanbases I am a part of (or just enjoy) ( "☆" currently a favorite) (this part is so messy im really sorry) (THIS IS DEFINITELY GOING TO BE EDITED)

• Cómics / Webcómics:

☆ Homestuck _ ☆ 13 Cards / 13 Карт (The Land of Kings) _ Crow Strider AU _ Rodney R Rodney _ Heartstopper _ The Little Trashmaid

• Anime:

☆ Mob Psycho 100 _ ☆ Naruto _ Demon Slayer _ Spy X Family _ My Hero Academia (not so much now) _ High Guardian Spice (ironically? (is it even anime?))

• Cartoons Series:

☆ 13 cards / 13 Карт _ ☆ Xiaolin Showdown _ ☆ Adventure Time _ ☆ Hanazuki _ ☆ Danny Phantom _ The Owl House _ Bluey _ Avatar: The Last Airbender _ The Legend Of Korra _ Hazbin Hotel _ Steven Universe _ Villainous _ Final Space _ Rise Of The TNMT _ DuckTales _ Gravity Falls _ Arcane _ Over The Garden Wall _ Monkey Kid _ Invader Zim _ Ok KO Let's Be Heros

• YT series:

Helluva Boss _ Metal Family _ Digital Circus _ Lackadaisy _ Eddsworld

• Movies:

Turning Red _ How to Train Your Dragon _ Kung Fu Panda _ Trolls _ Sound of Freedom

(pretty much any Disney or Pixars movie to be honest, those are the ones I remember right now)

• Musicals:

☆ Epic: The Musical _ Hamilton _ Dear Evan Hansen _ Be More Chill _ Mean Girls _ Six _ Heathers _ Beetlejuice _ Nerdy Prudes Must Die _ The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals _ Ride The Cyclone

• Video Games:

☆ Little Nightmares _ ☆ Ace Attorney _ Danganronpa _ Saly Face _ Little Missfortune _ Five Nights at Freddy's _ Undertale _ Deltarun _ Night In The Woods _ Detroit: Become Human

• Minecraft Series:

Karmaland (4 & 5) _ Hermitcraft (6 to 10) _ The Lifes Series (Traffic Light Series?) _ OriginsSMP _ QSMP _ DreamSMP

• Books:

Percy Jackson _ Harry Potter

(Ok, technically I don't read many famous books to be part of the fandom, but I usually know what people are talking about)

[ch4rryc0smos]

⊹ a little closer — c. murphy.

synopsis — connor sings for blaire, and she sings with him, and they can't seem to keep their hands off of each other, not that either of them minds, really. it's nice, to be loved. to them, at least, it is.

genres — friends to lovers, friendly banter, mutual pining, requited yearning, admiring, best friends, domestic fluff, requited love, comfort, chaotic fluff.

pairing — connor murphy x friend!self insert, connor murphy x childhood friend!self insert, connor murphy x best friend!self insert.

warnings — none, pure fluff here!!

word count — 1.3k.

author's note — i've got angst to write, but i wanted to finish this. if i start something new without finishing my previous thing, said previous thing NEVER gets written, so i had to, plus i wanted to anyway. i've had the idea in my head for a bit now.

masterlist.

Blaire is staring at Connor, his hands are working down his guitar, plastered with stickers she gifted him. She’s been in his room for the past few hours, and they’ve not left the comfort of it. It’s their own little world, peaceful. He’s strumming on his guitar, she’s sitting in front of him. At some point, she was sitting with her back against the foot of his bed, and he was sitting on his bed. But then the soft strumming of the guitar stopped and she looked up, and that’s what led to her being pulled onto the bed, sitting cross-legged in front of him as she smiles at his peaceful form, singing softly. 

He doesn’t even sound too nervous. Hell, he sounds beautiful.

“I’ve been drifting,” he sings, and Blaire is staring dumbfounded but smiling at her boyfriend. His voice is soft as he stares at her, maintaining eye contact. She feels a bit nervous but she can’t look away. She remembers the next lyrics, faintly. He’s mentioned this to her before, he has.

She clears her throat, suddenly much too nervous to continue staring at her boyfriend. “I’ve been dreaming,” she sings softly, her voice shaking a bit. Connor’s eyes widen softly, but it doesn’t deter him, he smiles bigger and continues for her.

In fact, Blaire can hear his tone get happier, even lighter, it’s like a lullaby in the middle of the day, a calming melody for her to lose herself in the rhythm of. She watches him with what he would describe as heart eyes, but she can’t help it. The guitar being strummed feels like home and what she’s never known, the stickers glisten under the sunlight that filters through his window, dancing on the floor and on a patch of his jeans. Her eyes are caught on it. 

“Well, today…” His voice gets just a bit quieter, like he’s expecting her to continue. She feels her face heat up, and looks down. Connor shuffles closer to her, bumping her knee with his. She looks up, smiling ever softly as she clears her throat. The corner of his lips turn up.

“Today,” she says the next word, trying to hold the tone that he used when he first sang it to her. She doesn’t think she’ll ever forget it. It still feels like a fever dream when she remembers it. Or even tries to. Just any other day that Connor weaves past his parents and tugs her along as she flashes Cynthia and Larry smiles. It still feels wrong referring to them as anything that isn’t Mr. and Mrs. Murphy. But Connor thinks otherwise.

She still remembers clearly the first time she mentioned it to him, he put away his guitar, crawled closer to her on the bed and pulled her into his chest. 

“You’re going to be my wife one day, so get used to it,” That day, he’d said it so casually, she was rendered speechless. Just how she feels now, sitting as she finishes, and he starts strumming a bit softer, as if he’s lost in her eyes too. But she’s not the one with those oceans that drown you in comfort. She’s a wild forest, but he says she’s the nature of the orchard. And her heart swells every time she has the pleasure of recounting those words. 

His strumming halts for just a moment, but neither of them utter a word as he lifts her hand to his lips, turning his face to the side just to press a tender kiss to spot on her palm right next to her thumb.

“What felt so far away feels a little closer,” They both sing it at the same time. And Blaire thinks she might’ve started blushing but when their voices were in synchronisation. When the next instrumental rolls around, he laughs softly, and she leans forward, hesitating right when her lips are going to brush his. But he doesn’t. He kisses her. 

Her breath is stolen for the moment his lips are on hers, and when he pulls away, she’s fiddling with the hem of his sweater hanging around her shoulders. 

Connor clears his throat. “How long these…”  He trails off, but Blaire knows the exact next words, and she takes it up to continue. Her singing isn’t great, but she’ll sing for her Connor, she will. 

“Days of darkness at the bottom of a well,” She sings, hoping she doesn’t sound too bad. But Connor doesn’t show any signs of not liking it. So she sings the rest of the song for him, until just the last bit. They conclude the song together, and his hands go limp on the guitar. Blaire reaches for them instinctively, getting a feel for the callouses, anything new. Her boyfriend watches her with reverence as she gently brushes her hands up his arms. And then gently takes the guitar from him. 

He doesn’t even move, trusts her to take care of his guitar. How she knows too. When she’s finally placed the guitar on its stand, she turns around, but a warm breath fans across her face, and arms snake themselves around her waist. And she’s pulled into Connor, her chin resting against his shoulder. She turns her head to place a kiss on the side of his neck. 

“Don’t do that, Blaire,” he whispers, pressing his nose to her hair. “I don’t want to miss dinner one more time, Larry will be on my ass if I do.”

Blaire’s face heats up, and she shoves her face into Connor’s shoulder, blushing. Her hands clutch at his jacket, and then she looks up, hitting him lightly. He grins. “We won’t be missing anything.”

“So you’re saying—”

“CONNOR!” She turns around, but then the guitar’s right there so she can’t actually escape this predicament. She isn’t weak, but she just succumbs to it when Connor’s arms find her waist and she’s pulled to his side. 

He pulls her to the foot of the bed and makes her sit down. And then he sits down next to her, placing his hands on her lap. She glances at them, and then he taps her thigh. She intertwines their fingers and it’s like second nature when her fingertips are getting a feel of his knuckles for the umpteenth time. And he’s so used to it, he just smiles at her. 

“Thank you, for singing for me, Con’.” She rests her head on his shoulder, their thighs pressed into the other’s. He squeezes her hand. 

“Any day…” he whispers, “I didn’t expect you to remember those lyrics. They’re kinda dumb and all that, but—”

“No they aren’t.” She pulls away one hand just to place a finger against his lips, and he’s silenced. Just stops speaking mid sentence. Blaire laughs softly. He frowns. “Hey, I’m not laughing at you.”

“Oh, but you are,” he says, leaning into her fingertip, kissing it. Now she’s red again. 

She turns her face away but she knows well that he’s laughing. She huffs, but a smile graces her face anyway. She loves moments like these, wrapped up in Connor’s comfort, nothing fake, nothing hidden, just them. She feels closer to peace. Or whatever it might be, or mean. With him, or Evan, she thinks that’s peace. 

It has to be. She doesn’t know a feeling that’s anything like what they make her feel. But what they make her feel is everything beautiful and all the butterflies that are of positive nervousness, not fear. And she could feel it again and again if it means she gets to see them every day. 

Connor wraps his arm around her shoulder, and she relaxes in his grip. 

“You should sing more often.”

“Only for you or Evan.”

She smiles, but he doesn’t notice because her face is hidden in the crook of his neck. Maybe he feels it instead because he pulls her even closer, as close as possible. And she lets him.

ch4rryc0smos © 2024 … do not repost, alter, translate, or steal my work.

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Welcome to our blog! Our names are Danny and Брут/Simon! We are alters in a system called the Spider Society! Danny signs off with 🦋 and Simon signs off with🪼! We are Anti-Endo and Anti-Radqueer! We id as Transmale and Gay! Danny is from Danny Phantom and Simon is sourced from a CoD oc! ———————————

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[reapkusho]

Things 'bout me!

𝄞 You may call me Reaper, Reap, or any other nickname - I don't mind whatever you call me, I just refuse to be called my real name.

on that note, if 'Reaper' or Reap sounds a bit too unnatural or weird, I also like being called Rai. Some irls know me as Ravel. Whatever sounds pretty.

𝄞 names like pookie, bestie, and anything along those lines are fine. I may call people bro or beh sometimes but only because those terms are gender neutral to me.

𝄞 I try my best to reply enthusiastically, but sometimes I'm really low-energy - so unless I'm downright disrespecting you (/lh) then I actually do mean well and that's me being a dumbass. You're always welcome around here.

𝄞 I find it really hard to empathize with people, just a fair warning. I'm trying my best to comfort you guys <3

𝄞 I am she/they/it. It may change when I'm having some kind of identity crisis (/hj)

𝄞 cupioromantic. demisexual. Questioning.

𝄞 minor. I'm already desensitized to nsfw and it wouldn't be a complete shocker to me but I'd rather not interact with that stuff.

𝄞 on that note, my timezone is UTC+08. But I'm usually on tumblr when I'm having huge insomnia problems so timezones probably won't matter.

𝄞 likes!

all the shades of color blue, rainy or stormy weather, getting appreciated (fr), persuading people, poetry, books, horror movies, philosophy, blue flowers (roses <3), turtles, writing, filipino language and culture, being a leader-figure, dogs (particularly ones that don't have breeds, like strays, aspins, or mongrels i think they're called), solar eclipses, frilly and attention-grabbing clothes, clear skies (outdoors).

𝄞 I am an oc (x canon) enthusiast. obviously as long as it's not illegal. anyway, I'd LOVE to hear about your OC lore.

𝄞 musically inclined!

𝄞 Music I like!

Mitski, Marina, Laufey, Moonstar88, Parokya ni Edgar, ABBA, Frank Sinatra, The Cranberries, The Beatles, Radiohead, Conan Gray, Adrianne Lenker, Greenday, Madilyn Mei, Juan Karlos, The Living Tombstone, Lovejoy, Hozier, Queen, Rachie, Jubyphonic, Bo Burnham, Chappell Roan, Eraserheads, penelope scott

Tschaikovsky, Vivaldi, Rachmaninoff, Debussy (favorites)

𝄞 ^ I also adore musicals.

hamilton, wicked, six, dear evan hansen, death note the musical, epic, heathers, the waitress, the greatest showman, ride the cyclone, la la land, evelyn evelyn, beetlejuice, and be more chill + probably a lot more!

𝄞 I am an average literature enjoyer. I only really like reading classics, excluding SOME horror or mystery novels. But I am also a fanfiction reader (send me recs).

franz kafka, fyodor dostoevsky, leo tolstoy, jane austen (austen haters dni /j), dante, charlotte bronte, sylvia plath, emily bronte, oscar wilde, osamu dazai + more!

𝄞 I am a very big horror enthusiast. (mostly movies with a lot of gore, which is pretty fucking cringe if you ask me. /hj)

Smile, Tusk, Sleepaway Camp, Human Centipede, The Autopsy of Jane Doe, Malignant, The Sadness, The Platform, Followed, Fractured, Midsommar, Creep, Get Out + more, these are my favorites.

𝄞 I yap. I yap so much. I have a degree in yapatology. I am a professional yapper.

Please yap to me.

𝄞 I swear like some kid who learned their first cuss word.

𝄞 neurodivergent (most) probably.

feel free to enjoy the hell out of this silly blog <3