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thinking about wade saying “any time you need hole filling’ to peter in the comics.
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CHRIS EVANS Breaks Down His Most Iconic Characters | GQ (Sept 19, 2023)
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CHRIS EVANS as NICK GRANT Push (2009) | dir. Paul McGuigan
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if i may be so bold to request a little thing with maybe a lil daddy kink 👉👈
Oh CJ baby, of course. Hehe
Sleepy morning sex + daddy kink and begging is my jam.
The morning sun was just starting to peek through Eddie's curtains, giving everything a soft dream like appearance. Especially the golden boy in his lap, his normally perfect hair a mess from Eddie's hands and hickies (new and old) peeking out of the neck of Eddie's band tee.
A tee that was pushed up to Steve's armpits so Eddie could get to his sweet tits, fresh hickies already bruising around dusty pink nipples.
Christ, was Eddie's baby boy gorgeous.
"That's it puppy love, that's it. Nice n slow." Eddie cooed, watching his sweet boy rock and grind on Eddie's cock. "Such a good boy, making me feel good. So sweet and perfect." He added, leaning in and taking a tempting pretty pink nipple into his mouth.
Steve was trembling with the need to go faster, to truly fuck himself on the thick dick in him, but Eddie's strong hands held his waist firm and kept him on this slow maddening grind. "Daddy please." He whimpered, panting as he dug his nails into Eddie's shoulders when a grind hit that delicious spot inside him and he felt himself gush a bit around Eddie's cock. "Please! More! Harder!" He cried, back arching as clenching hard around Eddie making the metalhead give a soft whine himself.
"Shh, sweetheart, shh. Not too loud, puppy, don't wanna wake Wayne up, do we?" Eddie cooed, rubbing a soothing hand on Steve's lower belly (where he swears he could feel himself thrusting) before it drifted down to gently knuckle Steve's tdick.
Steve sobbed at that, having been neglected there since Eddie woke him up by eating him out to his first orgasm (who himself was woken up by Steve grinding softly against Eddie's leg between his thighs and whining in his sleep). "Fuck me daddy, please. Need it, need more." He begged, leaning in to kiss Eddie's neck then his lips, the kiss a mess from where Steve was slowly losing it from pleasure.
"Daddy isn't gonna do anything if you don't stay quiet, baby doll." Eddie said, grabbing Steve's hips and stilling them. He chuckled at the punched out betrayed sob Steve gave at that before he rolled them, guiding Steve's hands to grab the headboard (Steve knowing to keep them there). "Maybe we should keep that mouth of yours occupied so you stay quiet." Eddie mused, a grin taking over his lips as he pressed two fingers into Steve's mouth and down on his tongue. He hummed in a pleased amusement when Steve started sucking on them. "That's it. Baby doll just needed to something in his sweet mouth."
Steve whimpered around the fingers in his mouth, eyes rolling back as Eddie started thrusting harder and deeper into him but still so, so slow. He gushed more around Eddie's cock, especially when the older man went back to abusing his nipples. "Deee" He tried around Eddie's fingers, sobbing when his tdick was gently thumbed.
"Fuck you feel so good, sweetheart, so wet n tight. Fucking gushing a waterfall around me." Eddie said, running his fingers through Steve's wetness before using it to stroke him between his knuckles. "Gorgeous baby, fuckin' gorgeous. I'm a lucky sonvabitch."
Steve sobbed around Eddie's fingers, sloppy with it as drool started covering his mouth more. The slow and gentle pace, the teasing touches and words, were driving him insane with need. He loved it.
"My sweet boy, my puppy love, I love you like this. So needy and desperate for more, you're gorgeous." Eddie cooed, his thrusts turning lazy so he could focus on his boy. "I love you so much, my sweetheart. My baby doll. My puppy love." He said, nudging Steve's legs to hook over his arms and leaning then leaning forward, bending Steve in half. He gave a few hard thrusts that had Steve squealing around fingers and jerking his legs from how deep he was. "Feeling good baby? You're close aren't you? I can tell by how hard you're squeezing and trying to keep me inside you." Eddie cooed, pressing sloppy kisses along his neck and shoulders.
Steve was going crazy from how Eddie was treating him, absolutely losing his mind from pleasure and need. He was so close, he needed it so much.
"I'm not wearin' a condom, Sweetheart...you didn't give me time to." Eddie whispered into his ear, nipping at the lobe and whining softly from his own pleasure. "I wonder...I wonder if I'll get ya pregnant this time? Whatcha say, sweetheart? Want to start on those 6 Lil' nuggets you want? Want me to fuck you pregnant? You'd look gorgeous, glowin' and angelic, carrying our baby."
Steve was done, a cry was barely muffled by Eddie fingers as he arched his back and came. "Fuck..." Eddie breathed, eyes glued to where they were connected watching Steve absolutely gush in his release. "Fuck baby doll, you squirted. Jesus fuckin' Christ, that's hot as hell. Fuck I can't." Eddie whined, giving quick rabbit thrusts as his own release snuck up on him after seeing Steve soak himself and Eddie, even managing to get their fucking shirts, as he squirted.
"Jesus fuck..." Eddie gasped, flopping down on Steve as gently as possible and rolling them to their sides without pulling out. He wrapped his arms around Steve, rubbing his back and kissing along his shoulder as he waited for that far away look to leave his pretty hazel eyes. "So good, puppy love, so good and pretty. Daddy's beautiful boy." He murmured, covering his face in gentle kisses and stroking his cheek.
Steve hummed and leaned into Eddie's hand, opening clear hazel eyes to look at Eddie. "Hi..." He whispered, pressing a kiss to Eddie's palm. "Hey Sweetheart, you okay?" He asked, pressing a brief kiss to Steve's lips and pressing their foreheads together.
"I'm great, perfect. Thank you, Daddy." Steve said, smiling up at Eddie with lovesick eyes. "Best daddy...be a good dad to our babies too." He murmured, soft like a confession.
"Yea?" Eddie asked, heart hurting with love at the thought of having a family with Steve. Of mini versions of them and watching them grow. "I think you'll be a good papa to our babies. You were made to be a father, Stevie love."
Steve just beamed at him, happiness and love for Eddie covering his face and pretty hazel eyes. "I love you, teddie."
"I love you too, Sunshine."
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femmeparker · 2 months
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sometimes i miss being natesaporta like. those two together are sooo underrated and every moment of them on camera together basically causes me to have cardiac arrest
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“... woah! hang on”.
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silly good parents for steve idea: the mini guys from night in the museum
Thats soooooo cute they'd be good parents omfg
Like, it would be soooo funny if Steve was like a little Roman dude and Eddie is part of another miniature exhibit that gets installed, like maybe a history of music kinda thing where Eddie's figurine is, like, metal concerts obvi
Robin would be the night guard cuz it makes me laugh to think of tiny Steve on her shoulder judging you with her lol
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are you still a 1634
yes
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femmeparker · 3 months
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so many of your wips got me gnawing and shaking but 16. has me in a chokehold because Hive Queen Steve is immaculate
ALL HAIL HIVE QUEEN STEEEVE he's one of my favorites.
Somewhere buried in my long forgotten art folder, is a WIP of Steve sitting on a throne, surrounded by demodogs. If I can figure it out, I'd love to add Kas!Eddie leaning on it lol.
Anyway, this is Kas!Eddie as a Vecna fuckup. Vecna used the last bits of his power while injured to make Kas, but he cut a few corners in doing so and the result is that instead of killing Eddie and installing Kas, he ends up with the two mixing together.
Kas!Eddie starts off more demo-critter than he is human and given all the conflicting shit happening in his head, decides that Steve is the new Hive Queen.
The more we slowly get Eddie back, the more embarrassed he is about his Demogorgon-driven actions, including the constant attempt to bite and be bitten in response as a status marker lol.
This is sorta NSFW? Idk I don't consider it NSFW but I used to write BDSM erotica so YMMV.
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He doesn't understand. 
The being he was made for, his core reason for living through death and rebirth, will not let him stake a claim--or even claim him, in return.  
It's frustrating, and though he once had the words to just say that, he's lost them in the transformation. 
So he pouts instead. 
"No! No biting! Shit." His Queen shakes a finger at him, and once Kas, now Eddie, sinks down, scolded. 
He is a war general.
 Made to lead and command at the whims of the one he was born to serve. 
He does not understand why the Queen's being so difficult about it all!
Why his Queen will not let him claim his position, as the first and favorite, even though he was gifted a special name.
Why he is allowed near, allowed to sleep in his Queen's nest, allowed to touch as he pleases--but refuses to mark him as his.
A bite would prove to all others in the hive and the world that rests below this one that Eddie is next in charge.
Allowing Eddie to to bite back cements Eddies s is the most important--which he clearly is.
Except in the day cycle he has been on the topside, his Queen has not allowed either to happen.
No explanation is given, and though Eddie isn't owed one, he doesn't understand what he's doing wrong.  
Stares sadly at his Queen as the latter runs his hands through his hair, the teal sweater he's wearing looking soft and inviting. 
Eddie wants to cover him in more soft things.
Drag them every nice feeling thing he finds back to their nest so his Queen is nice and comfortable.
It might help with the frustration his Queen seems to be feeling. 
(Of course, he could help with that, but the first time he'd offered, nosing down and lipping at the Queen's crotch, his Queen had outright squawked, like one of the feathered, tasty things that flew around in this world, and shoved him off.
Hadn't looked him in the eye for hours after and despite the sheer oddness of this world compared to the one Eddie has crawled out of, he got the message loud and clear. )
So he'd reverted back to trying to make it clear he was accepting his place as his Queen's general. The right hand, his to command.
No such commands were forthcoming.
Instead the Queen stood, hands on his hips, looking at Eddie with that sort of panicked, unsure expression he kept scrunching his face into.
Like Eddie is the one who doesn't make sense.
They stare at each other until his Queen lets out one of his sighs, his whole head moving with it and for a second it almost looks like he's eyeing Eddie's neck and--ah. 
Ahhhh. 
Perhaps that was the issue--his Queen needed to bite him, first.
So he follows his instincts, awkwardly rolling over and baring his belly. Let's his neck extend, invitingly, and spreads out so he's fully vulnerable. 
You are in charge. I submit to you. 
(Cannot help that his tail does a little excited wiggle.)
His Queen just stares at him, wide eyed. 
Eddie frowns. Spreads out his arms.
Makes an inviting little noise. 
"I swear your jeans weren't that tight dude, holy shit." His Queen chokes out, a blush roaring across his face. "Did this--this had to--there is no way your dick was that big before this!"
English isn't something he quite understands fully yet, but a vague memory in the back of his mind tells him he should be very, very smug. 
So he grins, pleased. 
The Queen is interested in him, after all.
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"what's that?" dustin asks one night, eyes zeroed in on steve's chest.
confused, he glances down to where his button up has opened a bit at the neckline, not seeing anything on his skin other than the chain around his neck and bits of chest hair.
"what's what, henderson?"
the chain is simple silver, and at the bottom hidden under his shirt is a ring. he was gifted one of eddie's when they made whatever they were official. eddie let him pick, let steve trail his fingers feather light over his hands and over heavy silver until he found one he liked.
"you gonna pick one in this century?" eddie teased, looking up at him from under his lashes, smirking in the way that gives steve butterflies.
"this is an important decision," steve murmured out in a low voice, his light touch sending shivers down eddie's spine. "i can't just settle on one."
he ends up with a mood ring, one that eddie swore he only had because he needed something on his otherwise bare hand but steve knows it's because he thought it looked mysterious. sliding it off his finger is easy, placing a kiss on the pale bit of skin left behind is even easier.
it doesn't fit on his finger, not even close. he could barely squeeze it onto his pinkie but even then they had to use strawberry lube to get it off after it gets stuck.
"you don't have to wear it," eddie said, defeated with his big brown eyes breaking steve's heart into pieces.
but the thing is, steve is a little more than head over heels for him. he'd do anything to make eddie happy, make him feel loved, and being offered a ring in the first place had him feeling like he could fly. he wanted to show it off, flaunt it around like it was more than a mood ring because it was.
just because his fingers were too big didn't mean he couldn't keep the ring on him at all times. which is how he ended up with it on the simple silver chain around his neck.
the night he showed eddie for the first time, crawling up the bed shirtless to push him into the pillows with a searing kiss, was a night he wouldn't soon forget. eddie stared up at him with something that looked like love dancing behind his eyes as the ring dangled between them, glinting in the moonlight coming in through the bedroom window.
"you're wearing it?" eddie's voice was soft, reverent, as he took a hand up to cover the ring with his hand, pushing it into steve's chest right above his heart. he bent down to give eddie another kiss, relishing in the quick bite of pain that comes from the pressure of him pushing the metal into his chest.
"of course i'm wearing it, babe," steve said against his lips with a smile. "not gonna be able to get me to take it off now."
true to his word, steve never takes it off unless absolutely necessary. he wears it in his sleep, when he slides in behind eddie and curls around him. he wears it to work under his shirts, the metal warm against his skin as it thumps along with his heartbeat. he wears it around the house, when they go out on dates, when he showers. he wears it when he knows eddie will see the outline of it peeking through a tight shirt, driving him crazy.
it becomes habit for eddie to find it, fiddle with it over steve's clothes while they watch tv on the couch. they'll be pressed up against each other, limbs entwined, with his hand directly over the ring, rising and falling with every breath steve takes.
wearing it at all times, however, seems to be causing a bit of a problem. one that even dustin can see.
"don't be obtuse," he tuts as if he was chastising a child, "who gave you a bruise on your chest?"
"what are you talking about, i don't have a bruise on my-"
steve rolls his eyes and goes to the bathroom, flicking on the overhead light and pushing his chest out to get as close the mirror as possible. sure enough, sitting right above his heart, is a barely there bruise. it's a little green, a little brown, but definitely there.
there's something to be said about having eddie bruised above his heart. something to be said about having the indent of his ring pressed into his skin where he's the most vulnerable. the place where he had to learn how to take his armor off to let eddie see in the first place.
steve looks between the bruise and his face, back and forth and back again and watches as his smile grows wide, grows soft around the edges, grows into something that is vaguely eddie shaped which somehow makes it grow even softer.
he can hear eddie get home, the front door slamming as he shouts a too loud welcome to dustin and drops his toolbox onto the floor. his heart thuds a little bit like it always does when he realizes eddie is nearby, and he thinks if he could look close enough, he'd see his eddie shaped bruise jump along with it.
carefully, steve strokes his fingers over the discoloration, presses down just enough to feel it zing through his nerves like the lightning that eddie himself is. he watches as the skin turns pale before blooming back to life again.
steve thinks there's something there that he can't put his finger on. something thrumming through his veins that he can't give a name to.
"baby, you've got to come see this!" he yells into the living room.
something that he has all the time in the world with eddie to eventually figure out.
crossposted on twitter here
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femmeparker · 4 months
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FULL offense I’m about to get messy about bandom
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i’m sorry i haven’t been in bandom for a minute but are you people legitimately saying panic stage gay moments were actually brendon sexually assaulting ryan
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we used to post about men from panic at the disco fucking each other
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femmeparker · 4 months
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just read through a lil bit of your blog and saw a post about characterization in fanfic influencing fanon and you mentioned throam in your tags. DISCUSS!!!! please? ill send u piss kink in return
okay so throam is like THE fic if you were in panic bandom and everyone knows it
The biggest one is the way everyone treated and saw dallon from like 2011-2015 with the “he’s stealing Ryan’s place!!” thing (despite replacing jon walker as bassist and IAN replacing ryan as guitarist) and just general malice towards him and literally everything he did
(I had mutuals who would routinely make posts tearing him apart bc they thought it was funny and it stemmed directly from how they perceived him to be via his character in throam [bad guy for talking about social issues and ‘replacing’ ryan as brendon’s bf/disliking him bc ryan disliked him in throam)
throam is pretty much directly responsible for the way people viewed brendon as a gay guy despite him being straight irl and ryan as a deeply closeted guy (and that made it okay that he cheated on several of his gfs! bc he’s actually gay and it’s like throam!
it’s also the weirdest case i’ve seen with regard to shipping where ryden shippers used throam to ‘prove’ that they were together irl after the split by saying it was like brendon being in a band and being famous without ryan like he is in vol. 3 (? It’s been a minute since i’ve read the fic) and i saw people up until 2021 (willing to bet money it’s still happening) saying that we were about to reach the point where they got together again
also it’s definitely a huge point about how people were “perceiving” that brendon is more flamboyant wrt to his looks despite this literally not being the case during all of the band’s history (nothing rhymes with circus tour was the brainchild of ryan and spencer)
the entire concept of the young veins is just a throam concept for a majority of bandom despite them not even being a band in the fic
also I once saw a post that uncritically had hundreds of notes saying that william beckett deserved to die of aids in throam bc he didn’t ship ryden so there’s that
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Inspired by @eddiemunsonsmum’s reblogs and tags on this post
615 words / rated T / established relationship
The sign behind the counter boasts the “World’s Largest Sundae” with a picture of what does look like a pretty damn big sundae beside it. Eddie grins, glancing back to Steve sitting at their booth, his heart skipping a silly little beat just from looking at Steve. He shakes himself, turns back to the waitress, and points. “One of those, please.”
He’s still grinning when he gets back to their booth, sliding into the seat across from Steve, vinyl creaking under denim as he settles in.
Immediately, Steve’s eyes narrow. “What did you do?”
“Nothing.”
“Yeah, no, I don’t believe you.”
Eddie shrugs and spreads his hands. “I guess that’s your problem.” But he can’t stop his lips from twitching, which does nothing to ease Steve’s obvious suspicion. And then, minutes later, the biggest sundae Eddie’s ever seen in his life arrives at their table.
The waitress has to hold it with two hands, gingerly setting it on their table with a thunk; she wipes her hands down and says, “Enjoy, boys,” and shuffles away.
“Jesus Christ,” Steve mutters, staring at the frozen dairy monstrosity.
Layer upon layer of ice-cream sits in a giant sundae dish, chocolate sauce drizzled over it, topped with a swirl of cream and a single bright red cherry. A silver spoon is sunk deep into one mound of ice-cream, glinting in the diner’s dim light.
Glee fills Eddie from head to toe, and his eyes widen. “That’s a lot of ice-cream.”
“You’re not going to eat all that, are you?” Steve sinks back into his seat, pointing a finger at Eddie. “Because you’re not getting back in my car if you do.”
“No. That’s way too much ice-cream for one person to eat.”
Steve crosses his arms over his chest. “Uh-huh.”
“I mean, no one could eat that without throwing up.” Eddie points over to the sign. “It is the world’s largest sundae. It’s probably humanly impossible.”
“Then why would they sell it?”
“Capitalism?” Eddie lifts his shoulders. “All I’m saying is, I guess I made a mistake, Steve. No one person alone could eat all of this.”
The tick in Steve’s jaw tells Eddie Steve knows exactly what Eddie’s doing. He rests his elbows on the table and leans over. “You wanna bet?”
Eddie grins, tongue between his teeth. “You know I do.”
“Okay,” Steve says, pushing up his sleeves, “you’re on,” and he picks up the spoon.
“Should I get a bucket just in case?”
Steve looks up. The fire in his eyes licks along Eddie’s skin. “I’m not throwing up,” he says, and digs in.
And Eddie watches as Steve neatly and methodically works his way through the whipped cream, then every single scoop of ice-cream spoonful by spoonful, and, finally, he sets down the spoon, picks up the cherry, and pulls it off the stem with his teeth. He sits back, chewing around a victorious grin, brows raising at Eddie. “Well?”
“Marry me,” Eddie says, more than a little breathless.
Steve snorts. “Sure.”
“I’m serious.” Eddie leans across the table, glances around, and lowers his voice: “I am going to marry you one day, Steve Harrington.”
Steve’s smile softens, and his eyes warm. He kicks Eddie under the table and says, “I know.”
Warmth flows through Eddie, and his heart kicks against his ribs, and he smiles back. “Hey,” he says, clearing his throat, “you own me a sundae.”
Steve rolls his eyes and throws a balled-up napkin at Eddie, but he gets up, goes over to the counter, and, loud enough for Eddie to hear, says, “I’d like one of those world’s largest sundaes, please.”
Oh, yeah. That is Eddie’s future husband, right there.
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