#meatloaf RIP

[ryanhavethsnapped]

BOB DESERVED BETTER

[silveragelovechild]

Update 2023… thankfully most of these actors are still with us… one exception - Meatloaf who passed away January 20, 2022.

“The Rocky Horror Picture Show” 2020

I was surprised to learn that the main cast members of “The Rocky Horror Picture Show” are still alive. Once the embodiment of counter culture, they are all in the 70s now (a couple of them nearly 80). They are all hoping for a “Time Warp” now but “a jump to the left” might break a hip bone.

Tim Curry - Dr Frank-n-furter

Richard O’Brien - Riff-Raff

Barry Bosswick - Brad

Peter Hinwood - Rocky

Susan Saraadon - Janet

Patricia Quinn - Magenta

Meatloaf - Eddie

Nell Campbell - Columbia

[silverskye13]

If your friends give you some good ways to get iron back besides supplements, please share with the class 😅 only realized i was anemic recently after dealing with it for years :') no pressure! just thought i might ask since i don't know anyone anemic myself

I have been told! High iron foods are your friends. Red meat [though chicken also has a decent iron content], and organ meat specifically [liver, heart, tongue] are high in iron. Leafy greens like spinach and collard greens, as well as broccoli and peas. There are also high iron cereals you can buy. They tend to be on the more bland end of the cereal spectrum, but still good.

[I personally like the frosted mini wheaties. The crunch... So good...]

Also, sometimes the issue is less iron intake, and more your iron absorption. Vitamin C can sometimes help with that. Citrus fruits are a good pick. I'm thinking about grabbing some nectarines since they keep for ages. They get expensive this time of year though, which sucks >:/

Multivitamins are always a choice as well, if you don't wanna change your diet, or have food problems and can't/don't like the new foods. [I know you said you don't like supplements, but I am sharing everything I've learned with the class.]

I personally don't like how expensive they are, but the convenience is nice. I've been told iron pills can make your stomach upset though, and vitamins in general have mixed results for people. I would do your own reading on that.

That's! All I got! Good luck with your blood!

[seithr]

LOVE when a woman is a little frankensteins monster with it

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Grandma’s Meatloaf 📣📣📣📣📣📣📣📣

Hey guys be cool and normal but reblog this with the homemade meal that would get you the most hyped as a child. I need it for reasons.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

"Okay." Danny muttered, "I have a small child. I can handle ghosts, gods and moms meatloaf. A child can't be that bad."

Only two weeks later he was proven wrong. So, so wrong. A baby required a lot of attention and as a runaway former vigilante trying to rebuild his life in a new dimention after neglecting it so long, parenting was much harder than it needed to be.

Probably didn't help that his little star seemed to enjoy screaming and would giggle at him whenever he got startled by them. Oh the joys of parenthood.

Danny had a test next Tuesday worth 80% of his grade and traveled to the Far Frozen to borrow the Infi-map to find the babies other parent.

He was not expecting them to be a vigilante too. Well, Danny was a former vigilante but he point still stands!

I'

I don't know which would be better. Damian being an adult and having a pit demon declare him the father of thier unexpected clone baby or if the same thing happened while Robin is still tiny and very much not a responsible person to leave a baby with. So Batman gets a bundle of joy shoved in his arms instead. Danny doesn't even have to be an adult in this and I like the idea that batman sees a teen boy trying to raise a baby and Damian incredulously tells him, "Father, you are not adopting a pit demon!" Bruce later attempts to adopt a pit demon.

Either way Danny leaves with a cheery goodbye and says he'll be back in a week to pick up the kid.

Oh, and if anything happens to them." He grinned, showing off his fangs, "I'll rip out your lungs." And then he was gone, just like that.

[milkmanxreader]

１

"Isn't the new milk man just a dreamboat?"

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You hummed quietly to yourself as the feather duster swept over everything it could reach. Robert was out for his work, and you couldn't have been more happy. You liked when he was gone, after all. In the background, a phonograph played a slightly older, yet sweet tune. "Heartaches", by Al Bowlly. Robert didn't much care for the tune, but you found it simply darling.

A lot of the songs you had were a bit older, mostly from the '30s and '20s. But you could've cared less about the age of them.

Suddenly— a gentle, yet firm knock on the door shot you out of your thoughts. For a moment you fretted it was your husband, but he wouldn't have knocked. Upon realizing that it must've been the milk man, you sighed, making your way to the door.

The milk man was such a.. interesting man, broad shouldered, short. You opened the door— now who was this?

Instead of seeing the broad shouldered, short, blonde haired man who typically wore some grin standing in front of you, your eyes met with tired dark, dark brown eyes. He was a bit taller than you, with a long nose, a thin chin, and brown hair which was, mostly, covered by the hat you'd grown used to seeing. Only now on a different face.

Despite yourself, you had to admit the man was eye-candy. Face going a light shade of pink, you tilted your head to the side a bit, looking confused.

"Uh.. hello?" you said, though it came out sounding more like a question than you perhaps intended. The man jut out his arms, frightening you a bit. In his hands was the milk crate. "..Right!" 

Although the silent man was.. seeming to be a bit odd, he was quite cute.

You took the crate, "So, stranger," you said, smoothing out the apron you wore with your free hand, "what's your name?"

The cute milk man stared at you expectantly, before speaking in a tired, drawn out voice.

"Francis. Francis Mosses."

He took off his hat and bowed a little, a gesture which caused your cheeks to flare a rosy red, and a giggle to escape from you. "I like your name," you complimented honestly. Francis nodded, murmuring a 'thank you'.

"I'm {Y/N} {L/N}." You introduced yourself with a growing smile. He put his hat back on, shot you a nod and without another word, walked back to his truck.

What a dreamboat.

Once the door was shut, you couldn't contain the big grin from forming on your face. Such a handsome, mysterious man— and you got to see him every day? Wow.

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Yet again, supper was quiet. But you were in a better mood, a soft smile on your face as you stared down at the leftover meatloaf you'd reheated from last night. "How was your day, hon?" you broke the silence, albeit reluctantly.

Robert hummed, "Fine."

While part of you wanted to press on, have a nice conversation for once, you managed to hold your tongue. After all, you wanted to go to bed early instead of having a long argument, afterall— you had Francis to look forward to tomorrow.

Distantly you felt a sense of self-disgust. You were a married woman, yet felt excited by the idea of being around Francis. Perhaps not in some lewd way, but something similar, in a way.

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You weren't sure if you had ever cleaned dishes so fast before now. Only twenty minutes you spent scrubbing before you pratically ripped off the yellow dish gloves and was racing to the downstairs bathroom— the only place Robert allowed you to have your "womanly" stuff. Face wash, lotions, ectera.

Surpressing a laugh of excitment, you quickly began your nightly routine, quite excited for tomorrow morning.

[b0n3s-is-gay]

Can I come inside?

A Very Merry Outsiders Masterlist -> here

Synopsis: After walking up to your doorstep during a winter storm, Johnny asks for a bit of shelter.

Tags: Fluff, implied Soc reader, I hate Johnny's bio family

(Credit for divider: @/tsunami-of-tears)

A soft rasping sound came from your door. It wasn't unusual to get visitors during the holiday season, but it was unusual to get these visits in the middle of a snow storm at 7:30 p.m. You walked to the door and looked through the peep hole only to see your boyfriend, Johnny Cade, holding his jean jacket close in an attempt to keep warm.

Nearly ripping the door off the hinges, you opened the door and looked at Johnny with a worried expression. "Johnny, what on earth are you doing out here in a snow storm?!" You gasped as you looked at him. He looked away and softly frowned before you ushered him inside, bringing him into the warmth of your house.

"I- ... I don't wanna talk about it... if that's alright with you..." Johnny shivered as you closed the door behind him and brought him into the kitchen to get him some dinner that you just put away.

"That's alright Johnny..." You whispered as you put some mashed potatos and meatloaf on a plate and popped it in the microwave. "We don't have to talk about it..."

Johnny nodded softly as he was handed the food. He looked up at you asking if it was alright for him to eat. When he got confirmation, he picked up the fork and ate as you got him some tea to drink. A warm meal, a night in with his loving girl friend, and a chance to be out of the snow after his mom kicked him out? Things couldn't be better.

Tag lists! @witchyleehibernates

[0sincerelyella]

Can I request one of Justin Herbert where you’re comforting him after a tough game, with lots of fluff, and it’s more of a night routine where they have dinner, watch tv, get ready for bed, cuddle! Thanks ☺️

I’m proud of you - Justin Herbert

Summary: Justin has a tough win, y/n will always be proud of him no matter what

notes: THIS IS SO EXCITING i don’t pay much attention to justin (being a bengals fan) but i do very much enjoy watching him play, so this should be fun:)

y/n turned off the TV with a sigh. she had just watched an absolutely devastating chargers loss. she couldn’t make it to the game, due to working late, and she knew it would take a toll on justin.

immediately y/n stood to start her after loss routine. knowing he’d be home in about two hours she began a quick meal.

she gathered every extra blanket in the house and sat them on their couch. she placed candles and the food on the coffee table. she grabbed his favorite pair of comfy clothes and set them beside the blankets, finally she put on his favorite movie, pressing pause, and awaited his arrival

when she heard keys in the door, she walked into the kitchen to greet him at the door. the door opened and justin tossed his duffle bag next to the door. “i’m home!” he called, a tired sound to his voice. y/n pulled him in a hug before he could even look up to see her. he smiled, taking a breath and instantly relaxing under her touch. “you did amazing justin, absolutely amazing im so so proud of you”

his hand rested behind her head and gripped her hair softly as he pulls her tighter into a hug. she knew he didn’t think so, but he wasn’t going to argue with her. he loves her and doesn’t want to hurt her “I love you” he whispers, rocking them side to side. “i love you too” she smiled, loving the hug. justin lifted his head, suddenly realizing there was a nice smell coming from the stove

“what is that smell?” he made his way into the kitchen with a happy smile on his face. “your favorite” y/n answered, holding his hand as he discovered a meatloaf in the oven, pieces already cut out of. “y/n, baby you didn’t have to” he looked as he was about to cry.

football meant a lot to him, he wanted nothing more than to bring his team to victory every game. but unfortunately it didn’t happen. the standard he held himself up to really hurt his ego sometimes. but every time without fail, y/n is at home, with his favorite food, his favorite clothes, and his favorite movie. she’s always there to take care of him, she’s his favorite girl.

justin grabbed the clothes off the couch and instantly changed like a kid ripping open a Christmas present. his smile got even bigger when he realized y/n was wearing matching pjs with his own. “oh my goodness” he said, picking her up and spinning her around in an excited happy manner. “i love you till the ends of the earth” justin held her so tightly, plopping them both on the couch.

“i love you justin, i love you so much it hurts” he kissed all over her face. y/n reached up to turn on the movie, high school musical, and they both leaned back on the couch.

justin held her to his chest as he recited the movie. he has seen this movie a million times and knew it like the back of his hand.

y/n traced hearts on his arms as she layed on his chest. justin kissed her head over and over in between every pause to sing the songs. justin stands up excitedly

“we’re sourin!” he pointed to y/n

“flyin” she started quietly

“there’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach”

justin picked y/n up and sang to her like some stupid cheesy romance movie.

even though he lost his game today, he had his girl right by his side. he could care less, win, lose, he did what he loved to do and he had the girl of his dreams.

after the movie was over, y/n yawned, curling into justin’s side. “tired?” he asked, looking over at his girlfriend. she shook her head, barely able to keep her eyes open.

justin laughed, scooping her up into his arms much to her protest. she wiggled around in his arms and giggled. “put me down!” he shook his head, and ran up the stairs. he sat her on the bathroom counter and kissed her forehead “get ready for bed” he said, walking away and shutting their shared bedroom door.

“justinnnn!!!” she called, slouching in a pouty mood. “brush your teeth!” he called, presumably busy with something unknown.

y/n did as told, brushing her teeth and washing her face, she put her hair up and ran to the bedroom door, knocking like a mad woman “justin! i’m done and i’m tired let me in” justin waisted no time in letting her in, and she was met with blankets apon blankets stacked on the bed in a cozy nest, her favorite cartoons on the TV, and her favorite stuffed animals in the nest.

y/n squealed, running and jumping into the nest. she cuddled herself into the blankets, leaving justin at the door. “your such a jerk” he laughed, crawling into the blankets with her.

“i love you sweet girl” he said, kissing her face

“i love you too justin” she smiled, “oh and,” she turned around to face him

she placed a kiss to his lips with a soft

“i’m proud of you”

[stevesjockstrap]

hallo hallo hallo, I am here to send you a prompt? If you’d like to do it? (You don’t have to, feel free to ignore this ask)

I feel like Steve would radio-in with everyone post-S4 after a nightmare or something, just to make sure he’s okay, but when he calls Eddie he sounds super upset by it even though he’s trying to play it off and act calm, and after Steve puts the radio away to go back to bed, Eddie goes “oh fuck no” and drives over to check on him in person?

Again feel free to ignore this, I was going to write it myself but I’m tired and have other fic stuff to work on so I thought I’d send it to you since you have requests open :)

have a good day 🩵

Hiiii 🖤 Thanks so much for sending this and for being patient with me!

Keep My Hands In Yours

• @stcreators event 05: dynamics whoops I forgot I was doing this

The ground shuddered under him and Steve looked frantically around at the group. “Move!” He managed to yell and leaped a few feet away, just as the dirt fissured under where he had been standing. Where they’d all been standing. He heard screaming and rushed back over to the edge, where Dustin was grappling to hold onto the edge of the crevice.

As he tried reaching for him, he turned into Robin. And then Max. And then Will. Their faces dirty, their eyes wide as they screamed for his help. As they lost their grip before he could reach for them and Steve screamed with them as they dropped.

Shooting up in bed, he was still screaming. His throat was on fire, his stomach in knots.

Knocking his lamp off his bedside table in his rush to grab for the walkie.

“All call check in. Repeat. Check in. Now. Over.” He realized when he heard his own voice that he should’ve waited another minute to calm down. Even to his own ears it sounded panicked and crazed. Oh well, as long as everyone responded he’d deal with their concerns tomorrow. His heart hammering in his chest, he waited for anyone to answer.

“Henderson clear. Over.” Dustin’s sleepy voice crackled through first.

“Wheelers clear. Over.”

“Sinclairs clear. Over.”

Steve paced his room as one by one they all checked in.

“It was a dream. It’s just a dream. They’re okay.”

“All good here. Steve, man, you alright? Over.”

A sob ripped out of his chest at Eddie’s question. After another long moment of trying to calm down, he knew if he didn’t answer he’d have everyone over here.

“Y-yeah. Yeah. Uh all clear. Good night. Over and out.”

He threw the walkie onto his bed and went to the bathroom, running cold water to throw on his face and the back of his neck. Letting himself ignore the hot tears as they came.

Eddie stared down at the walkie for half a second after Steve’s shaky answer. Then he was shoving the blanket off of him and looking for pants on the floor in the dark.

He’d never heard him sound like that before. Even in the middle of the upside down he was confident, in control and solid. Something was wrong.

Shoving his feet into his shoes, he went to their tiny card table to grab his keys and scribbled a note to Wayne. At Steve’s. Meatloaf in the microwave.

It wasn’t until he got in the van and saw the little blinking time that it dawned on him. Three in the morning. Steve must have had a nightmare. Called the check because it was a bad one and needed to make sure everyone was okay. He sped through town, cursing Steve’s parents in their Loch Nora cul de sac all the way on the other side of Hawkins.

He quickly parked next to Steve’s beemer and rushed to the front door, letting himself in.

The deathly quiet house sent a chill up his spine. He’d never really been here alone at night. Movie nights and pool days with the kids were never still or silent.

As he walked down the hall towards Steve’s room, he came out of the bathroom. He looked terrible. Face red and blotchy, dark circles under his eyes.

“Eds, you didn’t have to come. I’m fine,” he sighed, almost collapsing into the doorway.

“No you’re not.”

“Eddie… I-“

Closing the distance between them, he stopped his next lie with a shake of his head. “You don’t have to do that.”

Steve looked up at him with wide wet eyes and Eddie’s heart clenched. “D-do what?”

“Be the strong one all the time. You don’t think I have nightmares? Wake up screaming and look down surprised I’m not torn to shreds again? Huh? And I’ve only been through this shit once. You’ve-“ he reached out and took Steve’s shaking hand in both of his. “You’ve been strong for a long time. You can let it go now, okay? I’ll hold onto you.”

Steve let out a long breath and nodded, letting Eddie guide him back to his bed. This was new, but they’d been dancing around each other since Spring Break. Lingering touches and glances. Hurrying to look away before the other caught them.

Laying on their sides facing each other, their hands still laced together between them, Eddie watched as Steve’s shoulders finally relaxed from their protective hunch by his ears. His breathing slowed, but his eyes were still wide and never leaving Eddie’s face.

Taking the chance, Eddie slowly pulled their conjoined hands up to his lips, pressing a kiss to Steve’s knuckles. When he didn’t protest, he kissed across all of them before looking up into his eyes again.

“You take care of everyone else. But who takes care of you? All alone in this big echoey house.” He let go of his hand to push the wet droopy hair out of Steve’s eyes and off his forehead. Tucking the too long hair behind his ear, tracing down his jaw with his fingers. His gaze lingered on his lips, watching as they parted on a gasp.

“Eddie, please,” he breathed, so softly he may have missed it if he wasn’t staring at his lips.

“Anything sweetheart, anything you want.”

They searched each other’s eyes for a heart stopping moment before both moving at the same time. Eddie’s hands cradling the back of Steve’s head to angle his face up to deepen the kiss.

Kissing Steve was otherworldly. He could write dozens of songs about the way his lips move against his own. Eddie pulled him closer by his waist and felt his groan rumble through his chest. Softening their kiss, he pecked chaste kisses to his bottom lip then his jaw before pulling back.

Steve kept his eyes closed after Eddie pulled away. He was waiting for the other shoe to drop. For Eddie to remember who he was kissing. He wanted to stay in this bubble, this perfect moment forever.

He received a kiss to his forehead and it shocked him enough to open his eyes.

“Hi.” Eddie was smiling softly, his lips red and wet. He looked so soft, Steve wanted to kiss him again.

“Hi,” he said, uncertainly. His throat was tight again, new tears threatening to spill over.

Eddie noticed, of course. “Stevie. Hey. What is it?” He cradled his face again, so gently, wiping the tears off his cheeks as they fell.

Clenching his fists in Eddie’s shirt, he could only hold onto him and cry as he let the fear and worry and despair wash over him. It was strangely cathartic, crying in front of someone for the first time in as long as he could remember. Usually breakdowns were saved for when he was alone in his car or the shower, where he’d not bother anyone else.

“That’s it, let it all out,” Eddie said lowly.

It sent a new wave of sobs through him. He found himself pulled against a warm chest, tears soaked up by a worn soft band tee.

When the sobs subsided, the sniffling and tears slowed to a stop, wordlessly they moved as one until Eddie was on his back with Steve’s head settled on his chest. Deft fingers played with his hair, soothing the last gnawing doubts in his mind.

He fell asleep listening to the steady beat of Eddie’s heart. Everyone was safe. And now so was he.

🖤

Title from Everywhere, Everything by Noah Kahan, the bf has been listening to the album on repeat and this song is so steddie

[gabessquishytum]

Hob's little diner in the backend of nowhere is enough for him. He serves the locals and an occasional lost tourist. He makes comfort food that's not your typical meatloaf and mashed potatoes, wakes up early to bake the bread, and lives out back in a dinky trailer. He knows he's not necessarily a catch, but he's sure his person is out there and they'll find him in due time.

Dream just thinks he's lost on the way to an art show -- with 30lbs of sculpture in the back of his busted trailer. He tends not to like people or non-city spaces, but Hob makes him laugh?! and this whole small town place is making him feel creative!?

Oh these guys are FUCKING.

Hob is all flannel shirts and jeans with rips at the knees, and he's got all these little scars on his hands and crow's feet by his eyes. And Dream is all black jeggings and a nice crisp shirt, and clay under his fingernails. It takes them less than 12 hours to be tearing each other's clothes off in Hob’s claustrophobic trailer which actually rattles and rocks gently under their combined movement.

Hob has fucked a lot of men but never one who wanted to fuck him. He spreads his legs for Dream and wonders vaguely if he could keep him there. Those boney artist's fingers prying apart his hole, soothing muscles and brushing his prostate as soft as anything. Dream moves on top of him like the grass down by the sea: sinuous, one velvet body, shivering whenever Hob bucks his hips.

And it's really a shame that Hob doesn't get fucked more often, because he's so good. He blooms for Dream, comes apart on his cock and begs to be fucked again. It's a kind of neediness that Dream would die for.

Well, you know what they say. Men who make you laugh are the ones who steal your heart. And is there anything more inspiring than the nude form of your lover spread between your thighs? Dream could be staying in this town for a good long while...

[slocumjoe]

What about NSFW facts? About every companion?

He's being very popular lately so I'm eager to know something about Gage.

Actually, I posted a while ago that I wanted to do more risqué stuff. I got, like, 6 different people screaming DO IT DO IT DO IT, and now I have you, and a handful of other people going 👀 where is it👀 wheres the nsfw👀 you said you would 👀

Lol. Enjoy your Gage content.

Warning; you can probably pinpoint which companion i...think about more...

Cait; Mostly a top, will power bottom however. Her partner is in danger while going down on her. Those legs are weapons. You're very brave. Will find lingerie for her partner regardless of gender. Tits are tits and she found a cute bra for yours. Give her a strap on and she'll put a baby in you through sheer will. Has a kink for, oddly enough, knight/princess shit. She likes the idea of a chivalrous knight (her) saving a beautiful, dainty princess (Sole, regardless of gender) from a dragon (deathclaw) and taking them to a marriage bed (fucking on a bench out of nerves and triumph).

Curie; Curves for days. Girl is stacked. You need a snorkel to faceplant in her tits. Finds medical roleplay deplorable, but...she likes a uniform...and there is something sexy about handcuffs...Most likely to wear lingerie behind [REDACTED]. She's great with her hands but doesn't understand that a prostate is a delicate organ and needs to be used sparingly. Forget stars, you're gonna see alien civilizations. If she learns what a titjob is, RIP. Down for anal.

Danse; Submissive, service top, pillow princess bottom. Moans like a pornstar. Extremely sensitive chest. If you boss him around as soon as you'll praise him, he's not going to last long. Really into being tied up. Most likely to cry during sex. He's touchstarved, he's lonely, and he's eager to please. Blushes at the slightest mention of sex or kink. Still nods and goes along with whatever you want. Overstimulation and edging kink. Not into roleplay, but especially can't get into roleplay that involves inappropriate workplace relationships or otherwise dubious consent. If a cop/doctor/knight ever did that, they should have been fired. That's completely unacceptable, there's no way that could be– [muffled sounds of Sole kissing him to shut him up]

Deacon; Most likely to wear lingerie. Does it as a joke until he realizes Sole is actually into it, unironically. Does some crazy things with his tongue, could tie together a whole ass fishing net. Really sensitive thighs. Fav position is anything partially standing. Not quite wall-sex, like...kind of half-over a desk, or leaning against a counter. Not into spontaneous sex, likes to plan ahead. I've said before, big on roleplay, and he needs to have a script ready. Open to all kinks except 69ing, not even for the bit. Gets nervous about the idea of both of them being in anyway gagged, or otherwise silenced. Also...he's a biter....so maybe not the safest...

Gage; Moan in his ear and you can forget walking for a week. Very...auditorially motivated. Is that a word? It is now. Has a thing for chubbier people. Raiders are lanky, walking skeletons or roided up meatloafs. There's no softness to them. So some flab, anywhere on the body? You can bet he's gonna sneak some feels whenever he can. Gage is a thigh guy. Usually pretty dominant, prefers having control, but like...if you push, he's folding. What, he's gonna argue, say no, you can't ride me into the sunset? Will never admit, but if, for whatever reason, his partner laughs during sex, he's fucking smitten. It just...does something to him.

Hancock; Give him oral and he'll melt. Eats ass/pussy like a man starved. The skin feels really weird. Knifeplay kink, blood kink, really into 'dangerous' roleplaying. Public sex is also a yes. Swears up and down he used to have an ass. He did not. Swears up and down the ghoulification made his dick bigger. It did not, was already that size. Has a thing for deep voices. Carries so many condoms on his person because he doesn't want to irradiate any partners. Has a soft spot for sitting positions. Has a hard spot for BDSM. Said it before, but way too into dirty talk. It...gets weird...

MacCready; Ultimate jack-off material is a fantasy of riding the Silver Shroud, back to chest, while the Mistress of Mystery rides him. But he did have a pretty intense crush on KL-E-O for a while...mostly because it had been a while, and she's outwardly flirty...had nothing to do with the build of Assaultatrons. Totally. Nope. Not even a little. Gravitates towards shorter women and taller men. Also has a thing for dark hair and eyes, less attracted to other blondes and other blue-eyed people. Noisy as shit, will bite his lip bloody to keep from cussing. Doggy style is his favorite position but good luck getting him to admit that.

Nick; Again, needs gloves. Dickless, his only option is hands. Lacks a tongue. At least, a...pleasurable one. Begins viewing nice gloves as a kind of lingerie, since they're more visually appealing to his rubber glove and oven mitt. Sex with Nick is a challenge. Also auditorially motivated. He doesn't have anything else. Used to like oral and—bizarrely—pet play. Used to have a sensitive belly and neck. Now, Nick has some wires that give him an interesting jolt when tugged on. Recommended only for the robotically inclined...then again, you wouldn't be here if you weren't, huh?

Piper; Is a loud and proud tit woman and isn't afraid to say it. Will snap necks getting too into face-sitting. Really enjoys having the reigns, actually. Her hips move on their own accord, you may as well sit back and let her body do as it pleases. Ultimate sexy fantasy is...something she's really embarrassed about. The idea of hooking up with a best friend who's already taken, but by a shitty partner, really appeals to her. Will never admit this, God forbid act on it. Semi-public, we-could-get-caught sex is also thrilling. Also a biter and scratcher.

Preston; Weak for shoulders and collarbone. Also, prominent veins. Had a hoe phase when he first joined the Minutemen. Everyone who would know is dead now. Isnt sure he prefers it that way. Likes his partners face-down. A lot more bossy than you'd expect. Pretty vanilla, but shower sex is such a turn on, you'd think it was some deep, dark fetish. Can keep you up for hours without losing stamina. He takes his time with his partners, really explores them and what they like. People who go to bed with always want a second encounter, then a third, a fourth, so on. Shame most of them are dead. Could probably take over Goodneighbor with one 'night on the town.'

X6-88; Throwing my Ace headcanon aside for now. A sexually interested X6-88 is a wildcard. Considers the act a test of physical capabilities. He's a courser. He loves his physical capabilities being tested. Every single time is...more than the last. He wants to get a better grade, something that is normal to want and possible to achieve. First time is standard, the 50th, God knows where you'll be. You might be fulfilling the fetish fantasy of a pre-war basement dweller whose computer X6 read through one time. The activity he most enjoyed took 6 hours of edging and every comic book Sole had collected up to that point. Fun fact; Sole can't read with something inside them. X6 finds this strange—he's had knives and bullets inside him, and he could read just fine. Maybe it's a courser thing.

He's curious, not kinky. That might be worse than kinky.

[just-another-busy-fangirl-writes]

Meet-The-Boyfriend, Sterek, 100w, teen [AO3] @sterekdrabbles 11/10/23 (poke, puncture, hat)

“I can’t go to dinner like this,” Derek growled.

“Well of course not - change out of those bloody, ripped clothes. Then you’ll be right as rain!” He poked Derek in the stomach with a smile, trying to get his boyfriend to smile back.

“Stiles,” Derek said slowly. “I won’t be fully healed. I don’t want to bleed on our meatloaf.”

Stiles looked at the puncture wounds still oozing on Derek’s neck and head. “You could… wear a hat?” Derek glared. “Or we tell Dad the truth. We can’t cancel - this is the meet-the-boyfriend dinner!”“He’s already met me…” Derek grumbled.

[aliypop]

Soldier Boy: Chapter 8: And Now The End Is Near

Word count: 2,135

Prompt: December 25th, 1957 Elvis Presley receives his draft papers moments after his Engagement

Warning: smut, language

Note: This is the last chapter I Hope you all enjoy it.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

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March 8th, 1960, Graceland, Memphis Tennesse

"Carlotta, did you put the punch on the table?" Cecelia asked as Carlotta nodded. They'd been up for two days prepping for a surprise welcome-back party for Elvis. Cecelia had been running around like a madman with her hair in her sponge rollers and eyelashes halfway applied. You could tell she was focused on one thing only.

" Rosa. Midge, did you get the Guitar cake?"

"Shit..." Midge sighed,

“Please fetch the cake; it’s crucial!” Cecelia sighed, her frustration evident. The table was laden with an array of culinary creations, each meticulously crafted from her own hands, showcasing her dedication and skill. The air was thick with the rich, inviting aromas of her dishes, yet she felt a twinge of urgency that lingered in her chest, drawing her focus back to the missing centerpiece of her feast.

"Where do you want the balloons?" Denise asked as Cecelia smiled, "By the door, please, mother." Walking back towards Vernon's office to check on him, she couldn't help but hear his phone call. He'd been busy with the press lately, but this was different. He'd been talking to Dee, his new fling who hadn't been a fan favorite since she'd arrived back.

"I'm happy he's back, but If he didn't go, he wouldn't have killed his mother the way he did..." Vernon said as if a knife was plunged deep into her back. Cecelia was there the day Gladys took her last breath, and she was there when Elvis cried endlessly at her funeral.

When Vernon looked over, he saw Cecelia, who had a worrying look in her eyes,

“I'll call you back in just a moment,” he said, his voice warm yet distracted. “Say, Cecelia, what can I do for you?”

Cecelia smiled gently, her eyes reflecting a mix of warmth and concern. “Oh, nothing urgent, Mr. Presley. I just wanted to stop by and check on you. You know, see how you’ve been holding up.” Her tone was respectful, acknowledging the bond they were beginning to forge as future family. “But while I truly respect you as my future father-in-law, it’s important for me to say something else,” she continued, her expression becoming earnest. “I can't help but feel a strong protective instinct when it comes to your son; he means a lot to me.So if you even think of saying that bullshit or anything close to it! Of Elvis killing Gladys at the party, I will rip your kneecaps out and beat you with them do we have an understanding?"

Vernon swallowed hard, his throat tight with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty, as he glanced over at Cecelia. She looked at him with eager eyes, her brows raised in curiosity. "So, Papa Vernon," she questioned playfully, "where do you think the Meatloaf should go?" Her tone was light, yet there was an underlying seriousness in her inquiry. He fumbled for words, his lips parting and closing as he stuttered, searching for the right answer amidst the swirling thoughts in his mind.

After a while, the guests started to pool in, and Cecelia made sure everyone was okay and comfortable even though she still wasn't dressed, "May I have your attention?" She said as people turned to look at her. "Thank you. Uh, I want to say once again thank you all for coming. Though before we get started, a few rules," She said as everyone sighed. Her mother was proud that she sounded like a hostess. And soon-to-be wife,

"One, no mentioning Mrs. Presley, he's still grieving, and it's a soft spot. Two, no industry talk he's readjusting, and three, please be civilized!" She said as she took a deep breath, "Okay, you may now all continue," Cecelia could hear the fans from outside the gates cheering as she slithered into the kitchen to check on the pies and the cakes. She hadn't noticed everyone fleeing to the car outside.

Quietly tiptoeing up the carpeted staircase, Cecelia felt a flicker of excitement mixed with nerves flutter in her stomach. She paused at her bedroom door, taking a deep breath before stepping inside. The dim light of the late afternoon streamed through the window, illuminating the chaos of her room — clothes strewn across the floor and an assortment of beauty products scattered on her vanity.

With determination, she flipped her hair back and began the delicate task of getting ready for the party. She reached up to pull the soft rollers from her hair, their heat releasing a sweet, lingering scent of floral hairspray. As she shook her hair loose, effortless waves tumbled down, cascading over her shoulders.

Next, she turned her attention to her lashes, carefully applying coat after coat of mascara with the precision of a skilled artist. Each stroke transformed her eyes, making them appear larger and more inviting as she concentrated intently in the mirror. Before moving to her lips, she rummaged through a collection of lipsticks, finally settling on a vibrant shade that would add the perfect pop of color to her look.

With the deftness of a magician, Cecelia navigated her beauty routine, as if she had eight arms instead of just two. She moved from one task to another with a flurry of motion, ensuring that every detail was just right. Tonight was important, and she wanted to shine.

"Okay, which dress should I choose..." she sighed deeply, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "Elvis has always had a fondness for pink, but lately, he seems to be leaning towards blues more." With the nail polish brush precariously balanced between her teeth, she absentmindedly toyed with her wedding ring, letting it swing gently back and forth against her chest, reflecting the soft light of the room. The sound of footsteps approached the bedroom, their rhythmic cadence echoing in the quiet space, but she remained blissfully unaware of who was coming up behind her.

"I think the pink looks lovely on you..." Elvis chuckled, a playful smirk dancing across his lips. His southern drawl laced every word, adding a warm charm to his laughter as he watched her stumble clumsily over her pantyhose. The fabric snagged unexpectedly, causing her to teeter for a moment before she regained her balance, cheeks flushing a deeper shade of embarrassment. Elvis caught her as he kissed her cheeks, then her eyes, her nose, then finally her lips,

"Mrs. Presley." He grinned,

"How'd you get up here so quickly..."

"Backways..." He winked, the two walking downstairs as their guests all cheered,

“Alright, the pie is right over here, and the cake... Who took a slice out of my...”

“I might’ve...” His smooth southern drawl sent a thrill through her as she looked up at him, heart racing. “ELVIS!” Cecelia playfully nudged him as he gestured grandly toward the colorful array of pastries spread out on the table.

“Oh, right...” He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Setting the delectable treats down, he scooped her up effortlessly, spinning her around. She squealed with delight, laughter bubbling out as she squirmed in his arms.

“Cil... It’s perfect,” he murmured, capturing her nose with a soft kiss that made her cheeks flush a rosy pink.

“You really think so?” she asked, her voice a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. “I made all your favorites, a-and, oh shit, the cake!” Panic fluttered in her stomach as she remembered her masterpiece.

"The guitar one?" He questioned as her blood pressure went down, "That was clever," He winked as he pulled her closer, "Oh Elvis, look at you all handsome an whatnot." Delta said as she ruffled up his hair. Elvis laughed as he chuckled, "Come mere, you got family who ain't seen you since you know..." She looked at Cecelia and winked. Cecelia laughed, watching her G.I. go around the house as if he were a bouncing ball, "So...You excited?" Midge asked,

"About what?"

"Getting married."Cecelia looked at Elvis, her lip between her teeth, focusing on how he moved in his uniform,

"I take that as a yes..." Midge laughed as Cecelia watched Elvis walk towards her,

"Mrs. Presley, can I uh see you for a second?"

"Mrs. Presley...." Midge gasped, "OOo your mama's gonna be pissed!"

"Don't make such a scene..." Cecelia sighed as she then looked at Elvis,"Sure thing, sugar."Taking him by the arm as they walked toward the kitchen. Elvis pinned her against the wall as he kissed her deeply with a firey hunger,

"El... what are you doing! not here..." Cecelia blushed, in between kisses.

"Would'ja prefer the stairs..."

"Mhmm..." The two ran up as far as they could so no one could see them. Elvis lifted up the skirt of her dress as he removed her petticoat, and unhooked her garters,

"Planning for this, huh..."

"I don't know what you mean..." She smirked as he slipped in a finger. A sigh left her lips as her body shivered,

"Oh no you don't..." He winked,

"Elvis..." Cecelia's eyes were hazy as he smirked. She heard his belt unlatch as he whispered, "Hold on, darlin," Cecelia held onto the railings as she felt him slip inside her, her knees buckling from the year without him inside her,

"Mmm, I missed you..."

"I missed you too." She gasped as she felt him move a little,

"God, I missed this..."Elvis groaned in her ear as she nodded. His hips began to pick up the pace as her moans were stifled,

"I wanna hear you, baby..."

"But what about-"

"Who cares..." He began to reach deeper inside her as she let out a loud, whining moan. Her body yearned for him in need. And in want, as she turned to look at him, his lips on her neck leaving love bites as she gasped. He had missed how wet and warm she felt and the sounds she'd make with every thrust,

"Oh! Oh!Oh!" Cecelia began to rub her clit as she felt herself getting closer. Elvis was almost there. He could taste it. He could feel just how tight her walls were gripping around him and nearly trying to drain him dry. He needed one more thrust, one more-

"HEY E YOU UP THERE ..." Joe shouted

"Uh..." Cecelia and Elvis looked like deer in headlights as he pulled out. Elvis turned to face the wall as he zipped his pants back up, and Cecelia flattened out her dress.

"Joe, how've you been..." Elvis coughed

"What were you two doing..."

"Uh... resting..."Cecelia smiled,

"Mhmm... Well, your dad's lookin for ya."

"We'll finish this tonight," Elvis whispered as Cecelia nodded,

"Where have you been all this time?" Denise inquired, her voice tinged with worry as Cecelia shifted uneasily, clearing her throat in an attempt to gather her thoughts. Despite the frantic energy radiating from her daughter, Denise feigned ignorance to the troubling signs on Cecelia's body—red marks scattered across her feverish skin like a desperate call for help, hidden beneath the fabric of the top of her dress. Denise's eyes flickered with concern, yet she held back her true feelings, wanting to give her daughter the chance to speak first.

"I was attending to something..."

"You look like a whore..." Denise sighed, "and your hair..." Cecelia rolled her eyes as she excused herself to fix herself up.

“My, how he has a gift with his hands…” Cecelia murmured to herself as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. A warm blush crept across her cheeks as she took in the sight of her tawny brown skin, marred by a constellation of hickeys that danced across her collarbone and shoulders. Each mark was a vivid reminder of their passionate encounters, igniting a thrill within her. She couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement at the thought of their upcoming public marriage, even as she relished the discreet joy of being his wife in secret. The anticipation of sharing their love openly thrilled her, but for now, she savored the intimacy of their hidden romance.

"Say C?" Rosa butted in as Cecelia turned to face her,

"Hmm?"

"Elvis is doing an interveiw wanna watch!" The pair ran down to Vernon's office "You know tanks, rock and roll quite a bit." Elvis chuckled gently, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He glanced upward and noticed Cecelia standing a few paces away, her face lighting up with a warm smile. She waved at him, her fingers dancing through the air. As he felt a flutter of nervousness, he nervously fiddled with his ring, a small gesture meant to signal to her that he had noticed her presence.

"Welcome home, Soldier Boy." She mumbled walking away as she felt him next to her, his arm around her waist as she leaned into him, his hat on her head as she chuckled, "It's good to be home."

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about how Soap would never outright confess to you.

He likes you and he knows (hopes) you like him too. He’s funny, charming and handsome. What’s there not to like? (everything according to Gaz but he has no say in this) However, you two have yet to confess your feelings to each other, and truth be told Soap expects you to bite the bullet first.

The bullet must be thick as shit because woho boy is this taking too long for his liking.

So rather than doing the logical thing which is talking to you about it, he instead conjures up the great plan to make you jealous. He’s never seen you jealous before so he doesn’t know if this will work but he’s also never tried to make you jealous before. What could go wrong? (Everything if you ask Gaz but Soap has made it his mission to ignore the man)

He squishes down any doubts he might have a sets this great plan into motion.

However he quickly learns this plan is doomed to fail and Gaz has to bite his tongue so that the words “I told you so” don’t slip past his lips.

At one point he’s on the verge of ripping his Mohawk out because why aren’t you paying attention while he’s getting chummy with another soldier (sure you have to make sure the recruits you’re responsible for don’t shoot someone’s head off but still!) and why do you barley react when he mentions the name of someone back home (sure he may be talking about his pets or intimate objects here but you don’t know that) and why are you comfy with people feeling all upon him (sure they’re medevacs and he’s injured but hey how can you be so calm with their hands on his chest?)

But weeks pass and nothing has really happened. He’s starting to have his doubts and they only grow when you’re one day sitting with 141 in the mess hall and out of nowhere mention this one friend from back home. You had received a package from them and there’s no hiding how ecstatic you are about it. On top of that most of the conversation is about this friend and the fond memories you have with them.

Soap is quiet, unusually quiet; head in his hands and playing around with the food on his table (more than usual). Gaz nudges him subtly and gives him a look as if asking if he’s okay. Soap just shrugs in response and goes back to playing with what he thinks (hopes) is meatloaf.

You do notice he seems a bit off though especially when you’re going back to your rooms but when you try to talk to him about it he just shrugs you off and shuts the door in your face. You just chalk it up to him having a bad day and decide to give him space. But the bad day doesn’t last for 24 hours, instead it lasts for a whole week.

People think you look like two dejected puppies walking around on base but for some reason you refuse to talk to each other?

One more longing look from the two of you and Gaz is smashing his face in so he decides it’s time to step in, corners the both of you, shoves you into some storage room until you have resolved your issues.

There’s no use arguing, Gaz won’t let you out til you have resolved this so you decide your only option is to talk.

“So…”

“Soo..” he parrots back to you.

“How have you been?”

“Good” he says, while rocking back and forth on his heels.

“That’s good” is all you manage to conjure up in reply. You don’t know what else to say and he doesn’t look like he wants to talk anyway but all of a sudden you hear him say

“So how’s your friend?” He’s not meeting your gaze and you fear that if he keeps up with his rocking motion he’ll tumble over. “My what?” You say confusion dripping from your tone but your hand has subconsciously found its way to his shoulder in hopes of preventing the fall that’s bound to happen.

He stops his rocking motion, gaze falling to the floor and this time he speaks in a much lower tone “the one that sent you the package”

“Oh! Good..? Why-“

“Do you like them?”

You momentarily blink at him before you find the words to respond “w-what?”

“It just seems like you like them -“

“What? No! I like you!”

“What?” Now it’s his turn to be surprised, not only that but he almost falls back and you quickly grab onto his waste to hold him in place.

“I thought it was clear ?”

“Well you- you never got jealous when I talked about someone else or when I hung out with that one soldier or- “

You’re silent as you think back at all those moment that you had brushed off as friendly interactions and innocent mentions.

“Well I didn’t see why I should be jealous when I know I’m the one you like” you say, plain and simple.

He’s blushing, absolutely burning head to toe and he thanks everything under the sun for the weak bulb light because he probably looks like a tomato “o-oh alright”

His hands subconsciously raise to cover his face but before he can do so you grab onto them. Although you chuckle at his shy reaction you cant help but melt while looking at him. He looks up at you under those long lashes, cheeks flushed and eyes glimmering and you think that he just looks so pretty. “Can I kiss you?” You ask him. He has the mind to straight up rip out the light bulb because there’s no hiding how red he is. However all those thoughts dissipate when he sees the anticipating look on your face, the way your gaze shifts between his eyes and lips and the way you’re now standing a tad bit closer to him. “Sure “ he says, swallows hard before his lips meet your own.

“Thank fuck” you hear Gaz’s voice through the door. You even hear the celebratory sound of a fist hitting the door before he leaves the two of you alone.

“We’re still locked in..”

[nagdabbit]

siobhan made meatloaf fried rice and i dunno what fuckin sorcery this shit is but it fuckin rips