#not that im complaining! i like seeing new stuff

[ppnuggiexxx]

-> period headcannons || whb

• characters :: paimon ,, morax ,, amy ,, barbatos

• contains :: fingering ,, paimon's blood fetish obviously ,, clitoral stimulation ,, mentions of both heavy & light periods ,, nasty stuff bc its period blood and im on my period writing this ,, somewhat switch paimon ,, sub amy ,, morax ,, and barbatos ,, afab reader ,, fem reader ,, oral sex ,, face riding ,, vaginal penetration ,, foaming at the mouth restraining myself from adding ronove and glasyal ,, sorry for the excessive word usage of clit ,, noose mention & usage (barbatos) ,, horns for leveraging (barbatos)

- paimon

| • the moment you complain about cramping paimon is all ears ,, after all when you first had your period in hell he was the most interested by it in gehenna

| • it was a bit selfish for him ,, but he couldnt contain his fantasies about period sex ,, how it wouldnt only fulfill his interests and kink but also help you with cramping

| • thus paimon is the first to offer to help ,, ready to assist in any way possible ! he doesnt mind all the blood that comes with ,, rather the opposite; hes quite excited and turned on

| • in the past ,, it was angel blood that he'd enjoy . killing angels wasnt anything new ,, but when their blood spattered onto him it just changed his whole motive

| • when his fingers first enter you ,, he doesn't know what to expect . if youre having a heavy period he'll definitely be surprised by how much comes out ,, though if its light he still enjoys what blood does show

| • paimon's quite traversed with the female body ,, not having to insert his fingers too far in to find your g-spot . massaging the area softly ,, he enjoys the moans pulled form you

| • with you on his lap ,, your back against his chest and legs spread he'll take advantage of the position

| • pressing kisses to your neck and whispering compliments to you ,, one hand occupied with fingering you and the other rubbing circles on your clit

| • if you dont feel up for fingering he'll gladly offer his mouth in replacement ,, taking his time as he eats you out

| • he doesnt mind how bloody his face becomes ,, pressing kisses to your thighs and painting both your bodies with blood

| • every time you get your period ,, hes over the moon and ecstatic about it ,, ready to help you if thats what you so wish . hes just a call away !

- amy

| • he's not too knowledgeable about periods ,, but he does freak out at first ,, thinking youre about to die on him and that was the last thing he needed

| • of course when you explain it all to him ,, he somewhat understands but is more concerned with the fact youre hurting because of it

| • he'll ask if theres anything he can do to take that pain away ,, and with the newfound knowledge of period sex ,, it ends up a little like this :

| • with amy on his back and arms wrapped around your waist ,, youre placed perfectly and ride his face ,, spewing degrading images into his head as he eats you out

| • he becomes more sloppy the more worked up he becomes ,, but after being given advice (he wont say from who) he does focus more on your clitoras after learning it stimulates you more and brings more pleasure

| • " i wonder how satan would think seeing you like this ?" you whispered ,, hand curling into his hair and the other hand on his horn ,, " knowing one of his trusted friend and subordinate is being used like nothing more than a sex toy ."

| • he gets riled up easily ,, and its so easy to put him in degrading situations such as this

| • only using him like hes nothing more ,, maybe sprinkling a little about how gehenna may view him in general should they know just how easily you use him

| • thats not to say you cant ride his dick either ,, keeping him down on his back so you can set the pace yourself ,, please yourself however fast or slow you wish

| • he'll whine and moan about you going slow ,, but youre the one in charge ultimately ,, and he'll follow any instructions given to him

| • rubbing his thumb lightly on your clit while you bounce on him ,, keeping his hands to himself if you ordered him to

| • amy is another person you could always go to if you ever need a little help during your period :) always offering a good time and allowing you to let any anger or frustration out

- morax

| • morax is already knowledgeable with this and knows that medicine isnt the only remedy for your pain

| • after work he will offer himself ,, wanting to take your pain away (alas he has no uterus to claim your cramps) ,, encouraging you to be rough if it helps with your pain and anger more

| • he'll give you a few small chocolates throughout the day (for cravings and as a natural aphrodisiac)

| • when youre both alone ,, whether it be in his room or yours (anywhere from prying eyes really) he'll be unclothed and ready for however you wish to go about it

| • whether its sitting on his face first or having him finger you he's willing to help anyway

| • thick fingers moving in and out of you ,, the other circling your clit as blood attaches to his skin ,, soft moans coming from you

| • his middle and pointer will curl into your g-spot ,, rubbing gently against your clit to pleasure you more

| • morax doesnt mind any mess that comes with this ,, only embracing it as its natural for your body

| • he'll slowly unwrap some of the bandages around his head ,, lowering his mouth to you and licking softly up your labia and towards your clit

| • hes one of the best to receive head from of all the devils ,, morax enjoys taking his time with you and ensuring nothing but pleasure and your safety above all

| • his bandages on his body will be more bloody but he doesnt care for it ,, he does change them often but at this moment he couldnt care for it at all

| • 10/10 cramp remover

- barbatos

| • oh no ! this will not do at all ! barbatos doesnt need his sunshine moping around the palace ,, in pain and miserable

| • he makes sure to take some private time away from work to help your needs ,, always happy to lend a hand to soothe your pain

| • the other devils would understand surely ! of course they would ! they all love you dearly and you being in pain is the last thing they want for you

| • and barbatos is just being a helpful and kind devil

today ,, offering to help take it all away from you <3

| • he has tea prepared ,, the softest blankets on his bed ,, he's even nude and ready to go for you too

| • barbatos wants you to be as comfortable for this as possible

| • he'll lick away any blood from you first ,, preparing you for whatever else you wish to do with him for the day

| • you can manhandle him however you wish ,, not minding a little bit of bruising here and there

| • maybe tugging on the noose around his neck to pull him closer to you ,, forcing his head to where you want him to focus on

| • or just pulling it to move him ontop of you ,, making him do the work for this time

| • using the noose as a warning ,, or to control the pace to your liking ,, or to just bring him in for a kiss

| • if the noose isnt to your liking you could always tighten it ,, or use your own hands around his neck ,, and even then his horns are at the perfect grabbing height

| • you could easily use them to bring his head down if the noose isnt working for you ,, or switch places with you on top and him on bottom

| • using his horns for leverage ,, to keep yourself atop of him ,, maybe one hand on his horn and the other around his neck or holding the noose

| • either way ,, barbatos is used to being in a rough position and is used to the pain (from leviathan’s choking and his rose ivy) so if anything all this just excites him more

| • though the aftercare will be insane <3 after all he wants the best for you ! he’ll wash you up ,, make you more tea and cuddle you to sleep

[bimrwolf]

The Christmas Arrangement (Part 4)

steve harrington x fem!reader words: 3,754 warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT (i couldn't help it... they just ended up alone and it happened) 18+ minors dni :P summary: Steve Harrington thought asking his stubborn intern to play his girlfriend for the holidays would be simple. But "pretend" starts to get a little complicated when moments feel a little too real. a/n: IM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY !!! i wanted this done before christmas but due to my health that didn't happen. im not sure when part 5 will come out but it will be before or on new year's eve!!!! i have a dr appt monday to see when i'll be having surgery. thank you for your patience ! enjoy this little short filler before the final part :) Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 (coming soon)

Steve’s hands gripped your waist, his mouth on the nape of your neck, stomach pressing into your backside, hand around your throat. Your hand was on the wall, holding yourself up. You were melting as he roamed your body, whispering dirty things about your dress. 

He was still wearing the suit, well just the pants, jacket, and hat. He had ripped the beard off as soon as the door closed. His mouth was on yours immediately. But you weren’t going to complain. 

You moved your hips, allowing your ass to rub his crotch, making him dig his fingers tighter. You bit your lip, pleased as you felt him growing. 

You wondered if this would be your new normal. Him pulling you into his office, pretending to speak to you about important business stuff. In reality, the contents on the desk would be on the floor, your legs wrapped around his hips. Okay, maybe you have secretly imagined it before. 

You moaned as he pressed into you, forcing your cheek on the freezing cold wall. His hand let go of your waist, fisting the flesh of your thigh. You hissed when he slipped his finger under your dress to drag it against your sensitive area. 

He stopped, moving your head to look at him, giving you a sly smirk. “Already soaking wet. Hope it’s not ‘cause of me.” 

You rolled your eyes, facing the wall. “Shut up, Harrington.”

He used his knees to move your legs apart further. His finger pushed your underwear to the side, slipping his digit inside, and then another. “I was thinkin’ about something earlier.” 

“You, thinking? That’s dangerous.” You closed your eyes, trying not to lose control as he slid another finger inside of you. 

“The other day. I asked if you had been in a relationship before.” He said casually. 

You furrowed your brows, back arching at his touch. He was good. He knew how to make you feel good but only just enough where you wouldn’t come undone. “Mhm.”

“Well,” he nipped at your earlobe. 

“I’ve dated.” You guided his other hand to touch your chest, intertwining your fingers with his. 

“Not the same,” he mumbled. 

You sighed, a mix of pleasure and annoyance at the conversation. “Why do you care, Mr. Harrington?” 

You could hear him roll his eyes at you. Regardless, he twisted you around, getting on his knees. Swiftly, he took off your underwear, looking up at you with his big stupid dark eyes. You brushed a strand of hair out from his face, wondering if he would grow his hair back out. His hat sat lopsided on his head, the white Pom Pom dangling. “You know I care.” 

“Then show me.” 

You gasped as soon as his mouth found your core. It was different than last night. He was drinking you, his tongue warm and skilled as it flicked back and forth. You thought your legs were losing their feeling. Your hand had knocked his hat off his head, your fingers clutching his hair. “Steve…” you whimpered, leaning forward like you were about to pass out, pushing him deeper. 

You could hear him grunt, occasionally saying how good you taste, the words vibrating that sweet spot that made you feel like a rocket was in the pit of your stomach. “Holy sh…” you were unable to finish the rest of your sentence. The rocket had set off, exploding inside your entire body. 

Steve broke away, panting, standing up. His lips wet, catching yours in a heated kiss. He tapped the back of your thighs, cuing you to jump and wrap them around him. He held you, his hands on your ass, carrying you to the cushioned chair. He sat down, you straddling his lap, mouths sloppily moving together. 

“I already told Santa what I wanted for Christmas,” you teased. 

He smirked. “Yeah, but now I need you to tell me what you want.” 

You could feel the pit of your stomach swell again. “Tell me a secret.” 

Steve paused, his grip loosened, and leaned all the way back in the chair to look at you clearly. His brows furrowed. “A secret?” 

You scanned his face, wondering if now was the time to bring up what his mom had said. You pushed it to the back of your mind. “Something you’ve never told anyone before.” 

His lips twitched. “I wear contacts.” 

You leaned in closer, using your fingers to keep his eye open. You were in disbelief when you could see the light circled line around his irises. “I was hoping the secret would be a bit sexier.” You tried to recall the past few days if he made any signs that he wore contacts. But really, he had already been up before you could catch him putting them in. 

“I’m afraid I’m a bit boring. I forgot what that word even is.” He looked you up and down. “I guess until I met you that is.” 

You bucked your hips, your center rubbing against his bulge. He closed his eyes, exposing neck as he groaned from the pressure. Your mouth attacked his throat, carelessly sinking your teeth, leaving behind a mark. 

“Are you going to tell me a secret, now?” He whispered, digging his fingers into your ass. 

You thought for a moment, running your fingers over the red fibers of the suit. “Do you remember when I accidentally made the wrong copies a month ago and Sharon yelled at me for an hour until you intervened?” 

“Somewhat,” the flicker in his eyes told you he did.

You gave him a chaste kiss. “When you caught her and yelled at her for yelling at me, I went into your office to thank you.” 

“I recall.” His brow was raised, unsure where you were going with this. 

You began to shimmy from his grip, sliding off his lap, onto the floor with your knees. You saw him swallow when you looked up at him, batting your eyes. 

You smirked, tilting your head as you knelt before him. “I said something like… ‘Guess I owe you one. Let me know if you ever need me to get on my knees for you.’”

Steve’s jaw dropped, and a flush crept up his neck. “You said that?”

You nodded, biting your lip to suppress a grin. “Oh, yeah. I didn’t think you heard me, though. You didn’t even look up from your computer.”

Steve ran a hand over his face, groaning. “Are you kidding me? I heard you. Loud and clear. That comment haunted me for days.”

You laughed, leaning closer. “So why didn’t you say anything?”

“I thought it was like a new figure of speech to help with paperwork or something.” He gave you a half-hearted smile. 

“Jesus, have you always been this hopeless, Steve?” You giggled when his face fell, rolling his eyes. 

His lips formed into a thin line. “I’m smooth when I need to be.” 

“Yes, because letting a comment like that slide, is smooth.” You rested your palms on his thighs. 

“I didn’t let it slide,” he countered. His hands gripped your wrists as if to prove a point. “I just… what was I supposed to say? It was the first time you had ever been nice to me and I was to immediately assume you were flirting? Was I supposed to clarify and ask if you meant to be suggestive or offering to reorganize my filing cabinet?” 

“Reorganize your filing cabinet?” Your head tilted back, laughing. “Don’t worry, I was only turned on because you stood up for me. I never really thought of it again.” 

He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t believe you,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Don’t believe what? That I forgot about it?”

“Exactly.” He began to move your hands higher up on his thighs.  “You can’t drop a line like that and pretend it didn’t stick with you.”

“Oh, it stuck with me alright,” you said, biting back a grin. “I distinctly remember walking out of your office, thinking, ‘Wow, he’s even more clueless than I thought.’”

Steve groaned, his head tilting back against the chair. “Clueless? You blindsided me! I was trying to decide if I should fire Sharon. I wasn’t prepared for you to say something like that.”

“Prepared?” you teased, your voice lilting. “Steve, it wasn’t that complicated. It was a compliment, sort of. Maybe a little suggestive. Okay, a lot suggestive.”

“A lot suggestive?” he repeated, mock horror flashing across his face. 

Your fingers hooked the waistband of his pants, dragging them off to expose his black dress pants underneath. “Admit it, Mr. Harrington. You wouldn’t know what to do if you knew I was being serious.”

His breath hitched, but he recovered quickly, his lips curving into that cocky grin you knew all too well. “Maybe,” he admitted, his tone almost daring. “I���m assuming the offer is back on the table?”

Your hands flexed against his thighs, the playful tension between you crackling like a live wire. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll make you beg to hear the rest of my secrets instead.”

Steve’s gaze darkened, his smirk fading into something hungrier, something heavier. “Careful,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a near growl. “You’re playing with fire.”

Unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear was easy. You took him with your mouth, using your hand to pump him as your head bobbed up and down. His words became mumbled and you could make out small curses under his breath. 

You had never really heard a man moan before. But Steve with his wet, swollen, covered in red, lips, parted, allowing the filthy sounds escape. His hand was at the top of your head, grasping the locks of your hair. Tighter and tighter, only making you go faster. 

He finally managed to get you to break away, panting deep breaths. “Come here.” 

His eyes are dark and face smug. 

“Why?” You challenged him. 

“Because I said so.” He tugged at your wrist to stand up. 

You stayed where you were, defiant. “I like it right here.” 

Steve’s grip on your wrist tightened just enough to send a shiver up your spine, his thumb brushing slow circles over your skin. His smirk deepened, tilting his head as he let his eyes drift down to where you knelt between his legs.

“Yeah?” His voice was low, gravelly—like he already knew exactly what game you were playing. “You like it down there, huh?”

Your chin lifted stubbornly, even as heat spread across your cheeks. “I think I’ve got the better view.”

Steve huffed a quiet laugh, his eyes flickering with something darker. “Trust me, sweetheart. You definitely do not have the better view. Come here.” 

You dragged your nails lightly along his thighs, feeling the way his muscles tensed. Still refusing to listen. Steve was clearly restraining himself from reacting. His jaw ticked and his grip got tighter. His eyes snapped back to yours, and for a second, the teasing flicker vanished—replaced by something hungrier, more intense. His hand slid down, catching your chin between his fingers, guiding your gaze up to his. You leaned into his touch, lips barely grazing his thumb. “Up. Now. Please.” 

“I’m enjoying you squirm,” you attempted to sound confident. However, the way he said please made the heat at the bottom of your stomach boil. You tightened your legs together, whining, trying to alleviate the pressure. You hated to admit you needed him now or you might combust. 

He must have noticed because he was no longer playing the game. He tugged you up swiftly, your body pressing flush against his as he pulled you down onto his lap, your legs straddling his. His hands found your hips, holding you there firmly as his gaze locked with yours.

“I don’t squirm,” he muttered.

“Oh, you definitely do,” you countered, grinning up at him.

“You sure about that?” His lips were so close that his breath tickled your skin, eyes burning with challenge.

You swallowed, your pulse racing in your throat, but you weren’t about to let him win that easily. “Absolutely.”

His mouth was on yours before you could say anything else, capturing whatever smart remark you’d been about to make. His hands roamed slowly up your back, pulling you tighter against him. “Need you,” he groaned. 

His fingers dug into the back of your thighs right below your ass. You lifted yourself and he grabbed himself, one hand holding you steady, allowing you to slowly slide on him. A mix of pleasure came out of you, like a dirty song. You exchanged a small smile, reveling in the feeling of him inside you. He grinned wider, kissing you tenderly. 

He was literally inside of you and he still managed to make your cheeks heat up. “You’re pretty, you know? M’sorry I made you believe I didn't like you.” 

You kissed the freckle on his face. You didn’t reply, shifting forward, slowly riding him. The pleasure spread to your core, and the more you felt him inside you, making you full, the rest of your body felt electric. 

You continued your sweet, decadent pace, nuzzling your face into his neck. His arm was wrapped around you tightly, palm in your hair. You rolled your hips, biting your lip as the angle brushed your clit. You began to pick up the pace, stealing sloppy kisses in between the moans. 

You leaned back, the change in angle bringing out involuntary swear words. Then it was Steve who began to lift his hips to match your pace. He was hitting just the right spot. You gasped, a high pitch whine poured from your lips, Steve’s chin was on yours, drinking the sound into his mouth. He smirked, open mouthed. 

His thumb found your clit, grazing it gently. “Oh, fuck, Steve. “ you called out. You hadn’t meant to be so loud. 

Steve seemed surprised at your outburst. But you were caught off guard at the sudden intensity. He didn’t hesitate to continue rubbing circles. You leaned back further so he had more access. 

“Sweetheart…” he begged. 

You put a hand on his chest. “Please wait for me. I’m almost there.” 

He nodded, leaning his head back, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed like if he breathed another breath he would come undone. He took your hips, taking liberty to lead, lifting you up and down in a quick steady rhythm. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to fight himself and it was enough for your walls to tighten around him. You gripped him harder with every rock of your hips. You kissed him hard, melting into a pool as your insides cracked. 

“Oh… god,” Steve groaned on your tongue. He gave a final thrust and you felt the warmth of his climax as your limbs shook and the currents in you hit like a storm. 

Holy fucking shit. 

You collapsed on him, chests flush together. 

Holy fucking shit. 

It felt surreal. You could feel his staggered breath. You placed lazy kisses on the freckles on his neck. You felt him smile in your hair, kissing the top of your head, rubbing your back. “You think my mom and friends noticed we’ve been gone?” 

You chuckled lifting off of him. “We can just say we had a Santa suit malfunction.” 

He hummed. “I think they’ll know we’re lying. Your dress is torn on the back.” He played with fabric touching the back of your neck. 

“What!” You sat up, jumping off of him, reaching for the same spot. Sure enough. “How is that even possible?

Steve laughed. He pulled his trousers back on, picking up the red Santa pants off the ground and folding them. He stood up, taking off the rest of the costume. You started to look around the room, frowning. “Have you seen my panties?” 

Steve immediately looked guilty, not looking you in the eye. “No.” He said too quickly. 

You crossed your arms across your chest. “I don’t believe you.” 

He stood up, face still deadpan. He shrugged. “I don’t remember you wearing any.” 

You narrowed your eyes, your lips betraying you as you grinned. You strode over to him, hands attacking his pockets. 

“Woah! Careful there, you might start something I don’t think we have time to finish.” His eyes lit up mischievously. 

“Give them back, Steve,” you giggled as he started to use his arm as a shield. He rummaged in his coat pocket, bringing out the pair of underwear, letting it hang off his finger. “Hm, dunno how it got in there.” 

You took a step back, shoving him slightly. “You’re such a dork!”

He handed them back apprehensively. You wanted to put them back on until you saw the puppy dog look in his eyes. You rolled Your own and slid them in one of his back pockets, patting it gently. You shot him a glare that told him not to say anything or you’d take them back. 

Steve’s smirk deepened, and he glanced down at his back pocket, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. “Guess I’ll hold onto these for now. A little keepsake,” he teased, pulling his belt through the loops of his trousers.

You arched a brow, stepping closer, your fingers toying with the edge of his unbuttoned shirt. “Keepsake? I didn’t realize we were doing souvenirs now.”

He looped his arms around your waist, tugging you flush against him. “I like collecting things that remind me of you.” His lips brushed lightly over yours, slow and teasing, and it was ridiculous how easily that line made your knees weak.

“Oh,” you murmured against his mouth, pretending to consider. “Should I start stealing things from your desk then?”

Steve grinned, nipping at your bottom lip. “You already steal all my pens.”

“They’re better than mine,” you shot back, tugging lightly on his collar.

“I swear you do it just to watch me get frustrated during meetings.” His breath was warm against your cheek, his voice dropping to that husky tone that always made you shiver.

Before you could respond, there was a soft knock on the door, followed by Robin’s unmistakable voice.

“Hey, your mom has been looking for you two. So before she files a missing persons report I’d wrap up.. Whatever it is,” she called, the smirk in her voice painfully obvious.

You pulled back quickly, smoothing down your dress as if you could somehow fix the tear Steve had pointed out earlier. Steve’s hand lingered on your lower back as he opened the door just a crack, peeking out. “Sorry, we lost track of time talking.”

Robin’s eyes immediately narrowed. “You two are way too sweaty for only talking.” 

Steve didn’t miss a beat. “The heating in here’s brutal,” he deadpanned.

Robin snorted, crossing her arms. “Sure. Well, get your ass downstairs, your mom wants to take pictures.” Her gaze flickered to you with a knowing grin. 

Steve shrugged off his suit coat, and you felt the warmth between your legs again. There were many times you had “accidentally” turned up the air in the office to see him take off his jackets. The way his dress shirts hugged his biceps just right. 

He draped the coat over your shoulders, smirking as you continued to stare at his arms. 

Steve leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You know,” he murmured, his hand slipping just beneath the hem of his coat on your back, “if you really want to get back at me for the pens… maybe we keep the coat on all night. No dress underneath.”

Your breath hitched at the suggestion, heat blooming low in your stomach. The way his voice dipped, low and deliberate, sent shivers up your spine, and for a moment, you forgot Robin was even standing there, arms crossed and watching the two of you like a hawk.

Steve’s fingertips skimmed over the bare skin of your back, just under the edge of the coat, and your eyes flickered down to his forearms again. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled to the elbows, exposing the smooth line of his veins and the faint freckles scattered across his tanned skin. His muscles flexed subtly with every movement, and the crisp white fabric of his dress shirt strained just enough to remind you why office meetings were sometimes unbearable.

You swallowed, the room suddenly feeling too warm. “I think your mom might notice if I’m standing there half-naked in front of the Christmas tree,” you whispered back, though the teasing lilt in your voice betrayed how tempting the idea was.

Steve grinned, his thumb grazing slow, lazy circles into your lower back. “She’ll just think you’re cold,” he said, his breath hot against your ear. “I’ll play innocent.”

Robin cleared her throat loudly, and you both jumped, Steve pulling back just enough to look sheepishly at her. “Oh, don’t stop on my account,” she said, waving a hand dismissively.

Your face burned as Steve chuckled, slipping his hand into yours as he guided you toward the door. “Alright, alright. We’re coming,” he said, shooting Robin a half-hearted glare. 

She grinned, pleased with herself, her eyes glanced at Steve's coat draped over you. “Nice touch. Really subtle.”

You tugged the coat tighter around yourself, shooting her a glare. “It’s cold.”

“Sure,” Robin said with a wink before disappearing down the hall.

Steve leaned against the doorframe, watching her retreat with an amused glint in his eyes. “I think she likes you more than me,” he mused, slipping his hands into his pockets.

You rolled your eyes, adjusting the coat as you stepped into the hall beside him. “That’s not a high bar.”

He laughed, his shoulder bumping against yours as you walked. “You wound me.”

“You’ll survive,” you teased, though you let yourself lean into him a little as you descended the stairs. He laughed at your words and you felt butterflies in your stomach. 

You wondered if he’d be this carefree back at work. Your face dropped, immediately remembering what his mom had told you. As Steve guided you toward the refreshment table, his hand warm against the small of your back, the weight of his mom’s words settled heavily in your chest. He's thinking about walking away. The easy way he laughed with guests, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, it was hard to reconcile that with the idea of him leaving the company. Leaving you.

[en8y]

so does tumblr count links to other blogs as @'s now?

[dustykneed]

post-the search for spock but it's a yuri slice of life comic <333 nothing as good a bonding activity as lovingly combing out your vulcan wife's hair as you fondly bitch about your other wife 🩵💙💛

[compacflt]

YOU'RE ALIVE??? - my reaction upon seeing your most recent reblog

Anyway, your fic and blog single-handedly kickstarted my U.S. military history obsession <3

im alive!!!! yeah I've been away for a while. it, ah... has not been a grrrreat time to be a military historian or a Big Fan of military propaganda pieces like Top Gun for the last year or so...

lmfao I just saw that the second trump admin plans to haul up all the commanders in charge of the Afghanistan withdrawal (which HE negotiated btw) in front of congress with the plan to charge them all with TREASON per the UCMJ (good fucking luck dude)

but um in my timeline... that includes navy secretary 2021-2022 tom iceman kazansky, bro... so in case you're wondering what these characters are up to in the present day apparently the answer is "getting investigated for treason." sorry to bring down the mood. my happy ending's a little sour now.

mostly I've been insanely busy. I graduate university in may & have to have a journalism capstone, an English research thesis (my paper on military commanding officers in fiction inspired by my top gun fics tbh) and a creative writing capstone (novel) done by march. plus job applications, work for the place where im currently freelancing, apartment hunting... so im a wee bit crunched lately.

some minor updates for anyone who still cares: I am, extremely slowly, still editing WWGATTAI & the other stories. I've finished a complete overhaul of the Carole-dies chapter, chapter 7, but have yet to post it because I'd like to sync a logistical change in the story across the other pieces. and I'm mostly done with a COMPLETE overhaul of chapter 6 (aka "the nineties" chapter where ice & mav move in together & build their family) which goes into much more detail about how... emotionally and logistically... they could pull that off. + a lot more baseball stuff + the Clinton sex scandal. which leaves just chapter 10 left to do. ugh, my least favorite, which is why im putting it off... and then debriefing etc. which won't take as long because I don't honestly care about debriefing at all and I just have very minor changes to make to it. slider doesn't need editing and idgaf about the other pieces.

once I finish with the edits, which will happen eventually I swear because more than anything I just want to hold the updated edited final thing in my hands the way I did with the first draft, I'll upload my pdf (with meta analysis and notes that go back to mid-2022) for u guys to do with as you wish

also for the m:i doubleheaders I am planning on editing my m:i fic pre-m:i8 next year and pending ilsa life status will write much much more

[thebirdandhersong]

Lol

[skitskatdacat63]

God, I have such a hatred for that stupid f1 movie, everything about it gets on my nerves so badly. I hate to be this ultra salty person but I feel like I could write a whole essay about how dumb it is and how much it annoys me 😭

[sttoru]

kind reminder that your opinions on certain topics should not go in the x reader tags or anything of that sort

[not-that-max]

MAKEOUT BESTIES ok that is my new term for any relationship I (an aromantic) have in the future I've decided. We aren't dating we're makeout besties it's different

[loudfederationscreeching]

going to be so totally honest, im willing to sit through ANY amount of spock straightness love triangle subplots as long as SNW keeps up the 'giving compelling characterization to female characters' energy because holy shit how incredible has this season been so far? uhura, la'an, number one, chapel, and ortegas have all had iconic spotlight arcs where they just Do Shit, who even cares about spock at this point (and im saying this as someone who chronically and autistically Cares About Spock)

[nabaath-areng]

I feel so stupid for being this worked up about the graphics still but god I just. Buries face in hands

[tenrose]

People nowadays are so used to get what they want from TV writers that when they are wrong they throw tantrums like toddlers.

[brittlebutch]

really is kind of a bummer that my brain’s interest in working on the Evan fic I mentioned in the last one I posted was utterly kneecapped by the airing of an unexpected second season. I don’t Really begrudge them their choice to return to the setting, but it in this specific context it’s a little annoying because I have no desire to a.) learn new character traits or backstories for these characters right now Or b.) interface with other fans who want the new content integrated into the writing and will point out new inconsistencies with the new canon. So it’s looking like there’s a chance I just won’t return to the idea at all. At least not any time soon. SAD!

[famewolf]

I'm gonna be a little quiet on here until after I start playing Dragon Age. I don't want to be spoiled and the urge to click on posts that have DA tags blacklisted is mounting. And just like with Inquisition, I want to go in totally blind.

[l0rd-0f-c0ws]

I frequently feel completely isolated no matter how much I talk to people. So that's fun

[mbat]

dude, i dont think im gonna ever be over how last year i knew someone who pissed me off pretty much anytime they spoke (they were a friend of my friend so it wasnt my choice that they were there), and one of the other people in the server decided to jokingly as them a question

and, the context here is that this question isnt that far off from the humor i have with my friends and it wasnt meant to be bad or serious, like we just have a lightly edgy humor sometimes in there. but the first person i dont think was in on the joke

but this other person asked the first person "do you hate jews"

and the first person replied with. "i hate lsrael but i dont hate jews"

and i...

no one. no one asked about lsrael. literally no one brought that up. the question was about jews.

and when i later was trying to convey this to that person, they just didnt get it. and all of my other friends (and obviously both the people mentioned in this post) are goyish so it didnt really bother them as much, but i just still think about it every once in a while

whenever i mention this, no one else seems bothered but im just.

there are millions of jews worldwide of all different kinds and backgrounds and personalities and hobbies and things they love and hate, and most have nothing to do with this whole thing going on (me included), but the first thing that a lot of people think of when they hear jew is this horrible thing going on. like, am i seriously the only one whos bothered by that??

like if i told someone im jewish and their first thought was to ask me about that situation id be like ?? why are you asking me im fucking 21 years old and ive lived in missouri usa my whole life ??

luckily i havent talked to this person since november last year anyway, they were seriously so infuriating for like... every reason imaginable