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𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛
steve harrington — eddie munson — robin buckley
jonathan byers — gator tillman — kurt kunkle
travis 'teacake' meacham — walter 'keys' mckeys
aemond targaryen — aegon targaryen — rhaenyra targaryen
𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜
#— chaotic reads! = general works
#— chaotic thoughts! = nsfw 18+ content
#— chaotic sweets! = sfw content
#— chaos moots! = content from mutuals
#— stranger says! = interactions
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high sex with sub!steve where you’re edging him like crazy using only your throat. everytime he whines about getting close, you stop everything you’re doing to lick into his mouth, the taste on him heavy on your tongue. he’s just a whiny, needy mess.
additionally delicious if he’s been acting like a fucking brat all day.
gator on top, your legs spread wide and him putting just the tip in and legit jerking himself off into your pussy, his hand moving over himself fast, faster, fastfastfast until he nuts shallowly right in you, his come collecting just inside your hot, wet channel. you sob a little with desperation as he holds your cunt open, spreading your creamy slit apart with his thumbs, watching his release drool back out of you, right in his face
you beg him for his mouth, for something more—anything more—but all he does it push it back in, his fingers flat against your slit, rubbing side to side over your hole before he finally crooks two fingers into you, playing with his come, scissoring his fingers apart before he straightens up and fucks his thick, fat, heavy cock right back into you.
his come oozes out around him, rolling down your labia on either side of his length in thick rivulets as he moves into you, hips slamming yours, balls slapping your ass, and he comes again deep inside you, filling you for real this time.
he lays down, has you climb up and sit on his face, spreading your arousal and his release all over his nose and mouth and lips and tongue as you just grind down against him, dirtying both of you—your cunt your thighs, his cheeks his chin—with one hand on his hip, the other jerking him off again.
he comes weakly with a groan, just a scant little dribble rolling down the side of his cock as you finally get your chance and come on his tongue, the squelching squeeze of your cunt as you finish pushing his release back out of you onto his waiting mouth and chin. it drips down his neck, collecting in the hollow of his throat as you push down hard against his face, feeling his body stutter beneath you for a moment bc he can’t breathe, but fuck if he’s gonna let you pull away for something as trivial as air.
he holds you there tight against him by your thighs until you finish, your hand loosely wrapped around his softening prick, lowering your front to his, body pliant and twitchy as all hell when you slide off of him, the gasping breath you allow him to take full of contentment, fulfillment—satisfaction.
Hey! Could you do your pink/green/purple stars dividers (https://www.tumblr.com/pixopix/801012268263456768/heyyy-i-think-this-counts-as-a-recolour-but-i-was) in blue please? No specific hex code but a nice blue that's not too bright or too dark would be perfect. Thank you!
Blue Stars <3
Don't ask me why this is marked as adult content I don't know 😭
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requested! — post s4/ pre s5 fluff w/ lite angst blurb! — 1.4k words
It had been a month since the quarantine had started, and a very long month at that. The military had just started their operation to overlay the fresh cracks in the earth with giant steel plates. A band-aid right on top of an open wound.
The party was still getting their footing, scared for when Vecna would strike next. Max was still in the hospital, her body on the mend while she remained deep in a coma. You would often join your brother or Steve to visit her, hoping that even her silent presence would fill the hole that Max’s curse had left. Steve had really stepped up to be there for Lucas through the defeat. It was clear that he blamed himself for that night, for Jason finding them in the Creel house.
To say that the last month had been draining would be putting it politely — but life moved on. The military had created a regulatory schedule including a strict curfew for Hawkins. From sun up to sun down, civilians were free to roam the town, excluding the MAC-Z in the center of downtown. School had even reopened, trying to provide the remaining children of Hawkins with an education and hope that normalcy would return. The people of Hawkins slowly returned to their regular jobs or chose to volunteer for the humanitarian organizations that brought in rations from the outside world. You wondered whether the eyes of the nation were focused on the insanity that had racked your once-small town, or if they had found a new tragedy to focus on.
The knock of the doorway caught your attention, derailing your thoughts. You lifted your gaze from the manual you had been reading to where Steve stood in the entryway of the WSQK green room. He held a soda in both hands and flashed you an easy smile, approaching your side.
This was your new normal. After Robin discovered that her favorite radio DJ had skipped town, leaving the station abandoned, the town committee needed new employees to manage the public airwaves. Steve and Robin were fresh out of a job with Family Video, choosing to shut down the Hawkins store. Plus, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, and you would all be graduating high school and still be stuck in Hawkins until the gate was closed.
So it was decided that your ragtag group would run the station and utilize it as a base of operations to locate Vecna. Dustin, your younger brother, led the charge in establishing a comms system, but that meant you needed to learn what every part of that tower did.
“Studying up?” Steve asked as he offered you the cold soda.
“Trying too. You never know what could happen, and at least one of us should know how all this works in case Dustin’s busy,” You rambled off with an explanation.
Steve chuckled, his eyes flicking over your face in admiration, “Well, why don’t you take a break? The manual will still be here later, and you can fry your brain trying to become an engineer then. But I just found another box of records to sort through. New releases that arrived at the station before everything went to shit.”
You smiled as you took a half step closer. Steve took the opportunity to wrap an arm around your waist, tugging you against his side.
“Fine, fine. I’ll help you with the music library,” Your tone full of playful mirth, though you were content to spend some time together. It had been hard to just have some quality time as a couple before all the craziness took over.
Both of you stood at the table, sorting through a cardboard box to alphabetize the new singles. Prince, Bowie, Tiffany – new additions to the extensive catalog. Steve picked out one of the records at random, pulling George Michael’s Faith.
“Oh, is that your new fave?” You asked, with a warm smile, at his pleased expression.
His smile morphed into confusion. “Um, no? You love George Michael.”
“No, I love Wham!” You corrected him, moving your attention to the actual task.
While you thumbed through the records, Steve set the single aside. One large hand settled on his hip, perplexed and brow pinched, “Same thing. You like George Michael.”
“Totally not the same thing,” You scoffed at his lack of discernment between the two, “George Michael is great, and I love that single, but I still prefer Wham! I think George is finding his sound outside of what the band was.”
“Jesus, you sound like Eddie when he corrects me on Black Zeppelin,” Steve sighed, dragging a hand over his face in exasperation.
“I think you’re trying to say Black Sabbath,” you cringed a little at his lack of musical knowledge, but at least your boyfriend would agree to listen to anything once. Your eyes danced over his confused expression, “Why do you think George Michael is my favorite artist?”
“Um… Dustin mentioned you and your mom listening to it to cheer up, and you’ve asked Robin to queue it a few times. So I made note that this was your favorite song,” Steve explained, attempting not to sound like the worried boyfriend he was, “Y’know, just in case.”
Neither of you needed to elaborate — you both knew what ‘just in case’ meant. Steve beat himself up every day about Max, and he was determined to keep you and everyone else in the party from the same fate.
You gave him a sympathetic smile, stepping closer to his side, “That’s really sweet, y’know.”
Steve bashfully shook his head, moving his hand to rub soothing circles against your upper back, “Figured you’d do the same for me.”
“Oh, of course. I don’t think your Tears for Fears cassette has seen the light of day since you first put it in your car,” You affectionately teased him, not wanting to burst his bubble just yet.
“Haha, yeah, you’ve got me figured out,” He hummed, taking a moment to simply admire you in the moment. Steve tucked your hair behind your ear. “So what is your favorite song?”
Your eyes drifted back over the singles, knowing that you wouldn’t find it there. Because your favorite song wasn’t the latest hit from this summer or even last. Music had a way of sticking with you, even if the rest of the world changed. Your eyes trailed back up to meet Steve’s, giving him a gentle smile before pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
“Thank you, but if that’s an avoidant tactic, it’s not gonna work,” Steve hummed, tugging you half an inch closer by your belt loop, “Tell me. I won’t laugh – promise. Mike likes The Butthole Surfers, so I don’t think it gets much worse than that.”
After mulling it over a moment longer, you admitted with an exasperated sigh, “Well… my favorite song is Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper.”
Steve blinked, not completely shocked but a little stunned at the information, “That cheesy ballad we danced to at Prom?”
“Cyndi Lauper is not cheesy,” You swiftly corrected him with a glare, “And… yes, it is.”
His signature smirk stretched across his lips, “You are such a sap. I can’t even believe it. Time After Time? Really?”
“Really,” you nodded, exasperated by his need for explanation, “It was just… We had just started kind of dating, and you were there. Not just my rom date, but my boyfriend who went dress shopping with me and bought a matching tie and sneaking a flask of your dad’s liquor — it was the perfect night. And then you won Prom King and refused to dance with Tammy Thompson, even though she rightfully won Prom Queen.”
“Because why dance with Tammy Thompson when I’ve got you,” Steve chuckled, reaching to intertwine your fingers, “I stopped caring about winning Prom King after the demodogs. Was shocked I was still nominated.”
“You’re still Steve Harrington, need I remind you?” You teased him, recalling a version of Steve you hadn’t known in a long time now.
“Sure, sure. I’m Steve Harrington to Hawkins,” His brown eyes held intense focus on your own, “But I’m happy here just being your Steve. Which makes us both saps, I guess.”
“You’ve always been a sap,” Your lips twisted into a loving smile before pressing a kiss to his cheek, “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Steve nodded in agreement, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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headcanoning that when you’re making out with Gator Tillman, his fingers will suddenly grasp at and tangle in the hair at the back of your head so he can tug it back to break the kiss, tilting your head just so he can spit in your mouth.
A confession - I don't know how I fucking missed that you started your Bridgerton AU stuff, but I'm fucking delighted to see some and will be indulging momentarily. You're an incredible writer and funny as fuck, ilysm.
husband just bought a handgun. now how do i convince him to get a slutty thigh holster by making it sound cool and manly and definitely not by showing him this gif….
just tell him you'll suck him off, i guess?
but FAWK that gif... dropping to my knees and i will not be respectful of the law
(this is a terrible time to mention that i am god awful when it comes to men. its so much easier to flirt with women.)
