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mrs-march-ahs · 2 years
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how would the evans react to a giggly and affectionate drunk!reader?
The Evans with a Drunk Reader
Drunk! Evans link :)
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not just descriptions but i tried to think of some specific nice scenarios :) (no austin today but everybody else) enjoy !
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Tate -Loves it because he needs attention and affection -You come home from a party drunk as hell and try to get yourself into bed -Tate sets out pjamas for you, helps you go brush your teeth, and lays you down in bed on your side -If you’re overly giddy and excited he’ll try and calm you down -He’ll lay you down in bed and wipe your makeup off for you, shushing you to sleep -It probably doesn’t work and you stay giggly, but Tate keeps trying - “Hey now-”, Tate says softly squatting by your bed. - “You’re an all star!”, you laugh and sing. - “Shhh”, Tate tries to coo, not being able to hide his smile
Kit -Kit loves seeing you drunk -Kit used to put the clock backs on New Years Eve so that the kids could go to bed at a reasonable time, but now he just lets them stay up with you -He lets them have a little champagne and celebrate, but that’s if they even stay awake long enough -He’s a Cool Dad so he lets them go to bed without brushing their teeth on New Years, so he carries them straight to bed at 00:02 -But when they’re tucked in bed with a glistening kiss on their forehead, you and Kit stay up -You drink a lot of champagne - “Gimme anuder kiss”, you say, pulling Kit’s face into yours, smushing his cheeks -You kiss him on his pouty squished lips and gasp, “You’re too cute!”, you smush his face -Kit laughs, “Okay, I think you’ve had enough to drink doll” - “Mmm who says?” - “I do”, Kit says with authority and picks up the bottle of champagne - “Hey!”, you whine, trying to pull it from him, but before you know it, he walks over to the kitchen and puts the bottle on top of the fridge - “That’s not fair, I can’t reach that”, you lay back on the sofa in a huff - “That’s the point”, he laughs softly, “We’ve drank enough”, he says, in an effort to keep you calm and peaceful - “Who says!”, you ask again. “I do”, he repeats. “Kit, your husband, you know me?” -“And you who made you man of the house hm?”, you sit up and cross your arms across your chest -Kit laughs, and bends over. He picks you up and throws you over one shoulder - “Oooooooooooo, I’m in troubleeee”, you sing -Kit slaps your butt once, sending you into a fit of giggles -Kit’s a Cool Husband, so he tucks you into bed without brushing your teeth at 01:02, and gives you a big sloppy kiss on the forehead - “Eww”, you wipe your forehead dramatically -Kit fakes a tantrum and stomps over to his side of the bed, “If you don’t want my kisses, fine”, he lays in bed on his back and crosses his arms, mocking you -This hurts your little drunk heart, so you shake the entire bed flipping yourself over to face Kit and throw yourself on top of him, “I’m sorry”, you kiss him on the cheek -He wraps his big arms around you and holds you to fall asleep on him, rubbing your back -The best way to start a New Year
Frat Kyle -Of course, you’re drunk at a frat party -Kyle has had a crush on you for a while, so he’s incredibly protective of you when you come to parties -He needs to make sure no other guys are chatting to you -But he’s not supervising you the entire night, so Kyle doesn’t realise how drunk you are until one of his frat boys points it out - “Come Kyle, Y/N is dancing on the bar!” -Kyle follows out of curiosity, and his eyes widen seeing you prancing around on top of the kitchen island, kicking red solo cups out of the way as you dance -He cuts through a wave of people to get to you -You drunkenly step on a plastic shot glass, almost falling off, but Kyle picks you up by your legs before you can hurt yourself - “Shows over”, he declares, making some of the guys who were looking under your skirt groan -He places you on the ground carefully, feeling how sticky you are all over your body from beer and other various dried drinks -He carefully leads you to the bathroom, with his arm under yours -You look over at the serious expression on his face and how gently he leads you up the few steps on the way to the bathroom -You squint ‘seriously’ as you look at him, but he’s too busy looking at the floor to notice -You poke his cheek - “I like you” -Kyle looks up at you and smiles, before reminding himself how drunk you are -He leads you to the bathroom to freshen you up - “Thanks, I like you too”, he replies, taking a towel and wetting it - “Can I tell you a secret?”, you whisper, and keep talking before Kyle can answer. “I liiiiike you” -Kyle looks deeply into your eyes, not sure whether to trust you, or how serious you are -As you see the clogs turning behind his eyes, you give him a big grin and lean closer to his face - “But don’t tell yourself” - “Huh?” - “I said, it’s a secret! Can’t tell” -Kyle smiles, “No problem, I won’t tell Kyle”, he whispers back -You smile and kiss his cheek, wrapping your arms around his neck for balance
Franken Kyle -Kyle doesn’t really remember what alcohol is or how it works after his death, but all he knows is that sometimes when he can’t fall asleep, and he goes to look for you, you’re in the kitchen and you smell funny -When you’re drinking funny juice and smell weird then you’re extra cuddly to him -You give him lots of slobbery kisses and he loves the attention -He likes when you drink funny juice -He goes to the kitchen after his bed time one night and you’re just doing paper work in the kitchen -He comes for a cuddle with his arms wide open and walks over to you - “Ky, it’s bed time, what are you doing?” -He comes up to you and smells you - “no funny juice :(“
Jimmy -Is probably drunk with you -Sex when you’re both a little drunk is the best, because Jimmy’s already such a fun, silly, relaxed guy -Alcohol gets rid of his last inhibitions and he’s very comfortable with his body -Won’t get too into it, but dirty talk -If you’re drunk and he’s not, he likes to joke around with you -He loves to scare you and see you flinch -But only if it makes you mad -If you get upset, he knows he took it too far - “C’mere”, he says with open arms, but you push him away. “I wanna be your safety, I’m sorry”, he says. - :(
James -The most patient -He’d walk past the bar and see you laughing at one of Liz’s jokes, and come up behind you -He’d slide his hands around your waist and kiss your shoulder, unexpectedly making you jump - “My darling you are awfully jumpy- and you seem to be slurring your words quite a bit, you aren’t having a stroke are you?” - “Nooooo Jimmy, just having fun” - “Oh dear, that’s quite enough of that happy juice” -He’d lovingly guide you by the hand back to your room from the bar - “My angel, if you require head soothing medication tomorrow do let me know, I will have somebody bring it immediately” -He kind of just ignores any excessive comments of drunken foolery -He accepts kisses though -He’s not crazy -He puts you into bed and slides his hand around your back for a short while -He also loves taking off your false eyelashes when you wear them, so he does that, but probably doesn’t know to wipe any more makeup off - “Can you tell me a bed time story Jamesy?”, you yawn - “Oh my love, you are incredibly cute, but you aren’t a child” -Tears well up in your eyes - “Once upon a time, in a hotel far far away…”
Precult Kai -Very accepting of the love and affection you give him -You come over to the Anderson’s house for Winter’s birthday -You’ve had a crush on Kai for weeks, but you’ve always been to timid to do anything about it -But alcohol helps with being timid - “Kaiiii!”, you shout in a sing-song voice down the stairs of the basement. “I’m coming downnnn”, you slur your words. You carefully plonk down each step making a thud each time. -Kai’s just awkwardly watching you walk down the stairs towards him, not understanding why you came to him uninvited. But when he realises you’re drunk, he gets off the sofa to help you down the last few steps. He stands on the steps below yours and holds your hand and waist as you step down each one. -You wrap your arm around his neck and kiss him on the forehead, “mmm thank you” -He laughs quietly - “Surprise!”, you jump up, and Kai manages to scoop your legs just in time to catch you bridal style with his arm still around your waist. You kick your feet back and forth happily as he carries you to the couch and flops you down. -You burst into a fit of giggles, looking over at his open laptop - “What’s … four chan?”, you ask, making Kai slam his screen down -Kai’s not the most patient with kids, so you in this state wasn’t something he was prepared mentally to deal with - “Uh, are you okay? I mean you’re drunk, but you’re good, right?” -He just sits next to you and puts something on the television, hoping you’ll fall asleep, but instead, when you sit next to him and cuddle up to him, he freezes, losing all confidence -You put your head on his shoulder and fall asleep -He does not move -He probably texts Winter what he should do
Cult Kai -As a whole, Kai doesn’t allow drinking in the cult, he finds it a distraction -This man takes 20 Adderalls a minute to enhance his thinking, he’s not gonna use anything that ruins that -But sometimes he allows it, as a tool to celebrate a big win or accomplishment -Kai still doesn’t drink, since you can’t mix Adderall and alcohol -Even in a good mood Kai has his limits so he might let you hold his hand or sit close to him, but probably won’t allow too much PDA, especially in front of other cult members, especially especially if he didn’t prompt it but you did -Affection only happens in his control -If you wander off to the kitchen for another drink he’ll follow you and whisper some things in your ear -Dirty things, or maybe praise -Telling you how proud he is of you for whatever you did recently that he liked -He’ll also tuck you into bed at 2am latest, with a pack of ibuprofen and a glass of water on the bedside table -It sounds sweet but he just wants you back to normal the next day, no time for a hangover when you could be helping him dominate the world
Peter -Basques in the attention - “I loooove you”, you sing to Peter as he drives you home - “Really? No way”, Peter teases. - “Really! Like really really!” -He laughs at everything you do -Picks you up and throws you on the bed, wrestling you into laying down - “Wow you’re stronger than I thought”, he mumbles -So he just lays down on you - “Get off!”, you whine and poke him - “Hooo mimimimi”, he fake snores
Colin -Imagine that your friends called him because you were at a party and you were getting too drunk -So Colin drives over to your friend’s house and comes to the door, not knowing what to expect, if you were blacked out, or if he had to carry you -Instead when one of your friends opens the door, he sees you on the floor with someone trying to put your shoes on - “C’mon Y/N”, your friend wrestles, trying to get your shoes on, but you just stare at him, giggling and wriggles your feet around -Colin comes in and takes your shoe from your friend, who sighs and walks away. Colin kneels down on the ground in front of you, and when he comes into your line of vision, you open your mouth - “Colin!”, you gasp excitedly, wrapping your arms around his neck, sloppily kissing his cheek ­-Colin smiles, “I’m here to take you home” - “Nuuuuu not home”, you pout. “Yes home”, Colin laughs. “Home’s good! There’s ice cream” - “mmmm” -Colin would absolutely entertain all of the silly giggly things you would say - “Is that so? And then what happened?” -The way some parents talk to their babbling babies - “Wowie! That’s so great!” -He finds everything you affectionately say adorable and hilarious -He drives you both home, listening to you talking about the party, before you get completely silent -You’re resting on his jacket against the window, drooling and almost falling asleep - “Oh, goodnight baby”, he says softly not to startle you - “Night Coli”, you mumble -Colin drives really slow and avoids all the pot holes -So that you sleep fine :)
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itshelia · 3 months
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Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.
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poltoreveur · 3 months
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I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.
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nnarellia · 4 months
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*being obsessed with fictional blonde psychopaths is a crime*
me:
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evanchantingpeters · 4 months
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All my feminism goes out the window when I lay eyes on this man... Uff😬
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fear-is-truth · 6 days
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“i can fix him”
ok welcome to the construction crew
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kaislittlelamb · 4 months
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Seeing Red
kai anderson x fem!reader
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Warning ⚠️ NSFW! non-con, oral sex, BLOOD. If you don’t like the idea of receiving oral on your period then maybe don’t read this. You’ve been warned.
y’all said you wanted this so here we go
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Kai had a rough day. His electoral campaign was falling short of the success his delusions had envisioned.
It was evident the moment he arrived home, when he nearly broke the front door with his force. The resounding slam of the door echoed through the house, followed by the sound of his heavy footsteps as he stormed towards your bedroom. It sent a shiver down your spine, you could practically feel his rage radiating towards you the closer he stepped.
You hated it when he got like this.
Whenever stress consumed him, Kai would rip your thighs open the moment he walked through the door. Tonight was no different.
Your bedroom door violently swung open, crashing against the wall as he stood in the doorway, his gaze intense as it found you sprawled across your bed reading a book. Sweat dripped down his furrowed brows and your heart raced at the sight of his expression. Dread coiled in your stomach as his eyes wondered over you, avoiding direct eye contact.
"Y-you're back!" you stuttered, forcing excitement into your voice.
Not bothering with a greeting, Kai's silence only solidified your certainty of his seething anger. There wasn't much to doubt, it was etched in his eyes, brimming with fury.
He strode towards the bed where you lay, a book in hand that now seemed destined to remain unfinished, thanks to him. Your cozy blankets were harshly ripped from your body, taking your book with them, as he yanked them away without a care for your comfort, leaving you exposed to the chilling air. Another shiver ran down your spine.
The bed's frame groaned under his weight as he practically jumped onto it. You flinched at his sudden movements, but he paid no attention. His heavy breaths still laced with anger, he suddenly yanked you by the ankles, swiftly sliding you down onto your back, leaving you vulnerable on the bed.
Your eyes widened as his intentions became increasingly clear, but it was too late. His large hands swiftly pulled off your pajama pants, leaving you exposed in just your ‘granny panties’ as you called them. They were only meant to be worn when it was that time of the month. If only he had actually listened when you warned him yesterday that you had started your period, but he had been too preoccupied in his own thoughts at the time. Shocker.
Your plain panties were the only thing protecting you now, and they hardly stood a chance as his strong fingers swiftly tore them off your sensitive skin to expose you completely.
“Wait!” You begged. But he didn’t.
You struggled to push him away, scrambling and frantically trying to remind him about your period, but he paid no attention. He didn't give a damn about what you had to say. He was consumed by an urgent need. Rage boiled inside of him, he was seeing red.
And then he was literally seeing red as his eyes locked onto your blood-slicked entrance.
For once, he stopped what he was doing without you having to beg. He lifted his gaze, locking eyes with you for the first time since he'd stormed in. Your heart pounded, your cheeks burning with embarrassment at the raw exposure.
"I tried to warn you!" you shouted, attempting to cover the bloody mess you never wanted for him to see. But he didn’t let you. His strong hands firmly held your thighs spread wide apart, and he stared at the crimson red trickling down, his hot breath tickling the skin of your sensitive entrance. His lips parted but still he didn’t speak.
His expression remained unreadable, leaving you expecting disgust, repulsion, a scolding for not giving him a heads-up despite your repeated reminders. Yet, to your surprise, none of that came. Instead, there was silence. You strained to discern the emotion in his eyes, and if it wasn't disgust, then what was it?
Tension hung heavy in the air as you both remained silent. His eyes held yours as his head began to lean forward.
Surely he wasn’t going to- fuck.
Suddenly his tongue was gliding from your entrance to your clit, swiftly lapping up a trickle of blood without hesitation.
"Kai! What the-!" you shrieked, trying to push him away again, but he held firm.
You hoped he'd stop, finding it gross. He withdrew briefly and you thought it was over. Surely he was repulsed and you’d never hear the end of it. But no, with glistening lips, he looked up at you with not a frown, but a smirk.
"Why didn't you tell me it would taste so fucking good?" he scolded, before diving back in with his entire mouth now buried between the folds of your bloody cunt, causing a loud gasp to escape your lips.
His eyes darkened with hunger as he watched you struggle and squirm beneath him. Your attempts to push him away only fueled his desire further. He wanted to devour every inch of you, to claim you completely. His possessiveness took hold as he firmly held your thighs apart. He wasn't letting go until he'd tasted enough of you to calm his inner rage.
His tongue glided over your sensitive flesh and the sensation sent shivers coursing through your body. The moans that escaped your lips mingled with the sound of his fervent licking, every stroke of his tongue coaxing waves of pleasure to wash over you.
"Kai, please- stop!" You gasped amid moans, your body torn between resisting him and surrendering to the pleasure.
But his relentless hunger only continued, his mouth skillfully teasing and exploring your slick folds. His grip on your thighs tightened, a silent command for you to surrender to his desires.
Unable to withstand the overwhelming intensity any longer, you surrendered to the pleasure, your hands clutching at the sheets beneath you as your body quivered. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, your arousal mingling with the taste of your blood on his lips. The room filled with the sound of your moans and his wicked slurping.
He relished the taste of the metallic tang of your blood. His tongue danced across your sensitive flesh hungrily. Each lick, each flick, further fueled the fire that burned between your legs.
Your mind became foggy from the raw intensity of the moment taking over. The sight of him, his lips glistening with your red essence, only heightened the twisted pleasure that coursed through your veins.
Beneath his expert ministrations, your body responded with a desperate need for release. Your hips involuntarily bucked against his mouth, seeking more, craving the sweet release that only he could provide.
But he was in control, dictating the rhythm, the pace, prolonging your torment with each sensual stroke. His strong hands forced your hips back down onto the bed, denying your futile attempt to reach your release. You let out a whimper in protest.
“What’s wrong my little lamb? Don’t tell me you’re actually enjoying this after all that fuss you made” He mocked sadistically with the click of his tongue, a drop of blood dripping down his chin. His lips grazed your drenched entrance as he spoke. You knew Kai looked hot covered in blood, but fuck, something about it being yours this time made him even more alluring.
You couldn't find the words to respond as his fingers suddenly dipped inside your throbbing entrance, while his tongue hungrily reconnected with your clit. His lips devoured you, his eyes never leaving yours, a sinister satisfaction gleaming within them. The power he craved over the world found solace in the control he held over you in this moment.
And the pleasure from his fingers and his mouth built like an unstoppable force that threatened to consume you. You were getting close, it was obvious by the way your walls clenched around his fingers, but he didn’t stop you this time. He needed this just as badly as you did. Waves of ecstasy washed over your body, escalating with every intoxicating swirl of his tongue. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, as your body convulsed amidst your intense orgasm.
Through the haze of pleasure, you felt him withdraw from your dripping core. His eyes bore into yours. A wicked smile curved his crimson stained lips as he stared at you, taking in your disheveled state. He ran his tongue across his lips, savoring the lingering metallic taste, before licking his fingers clean. Then, without wasting any time, he pushed himself off the bed and made his way to the door to leave as if nothing ever happened. Halting in the doorway, he didn't bother to cast a glance your way as he uttered,
"Forget about planning for a baby for now. This won’t be the last time."
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sorry this was a little rushed due to schooling n shit but i hope you enjoyed it!
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jellyluvr · 8 months
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The Evans
- their fav position ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
I think spill the t already did this but it's chill 😋
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° . • Tate Langdon • * . ☆ · ° . *
Definitely a bitch for doggystyle.
Anal or vaginal, he'd totally like fuck your brains out in that position.
He'd like it so he can pull your hair and get a better grip on you. And for the view of your ass ofc 💋💋
Luvs taking it from the back. Standing up, laying down.. really doesn't matter to him. Probably cup ur tits while it too
° . • kit walker • * . ☆ · ° . *
What an angel.
Based on how sweet he is he'd probably be bottom. Let you fuck him, yknow?
If he doesn't, definitely just a generic fuck. Him on top, u on bottom. Totally kinda rough unintentionally though
° . • kyle spencer • * . ☆ · ° . *
MISSIONARY!!!
He'd love missionary mainly to see your face. Maybe a few touches on your tits but yknow it's pretty chill.
Regardless of how you react to his size the show must go on.
Too big? Comforting. Slower and kisses.
° . • Franken kyle • * . ☆ · ° . *
Any position where he can get what he wants.
He'd probably have trouble even picking.
So his favoriteS would be from the back, and missionary.
Back as in turned over while sleeping until his needy ass comes along.
If it's not him, definitely you fucking him rather than the other way around.
° . • jimmy darling • * . ☆ · ° . *
Against any surface is the way to go for him
Wall, desk.. bed... even the floor.
He'd push your cheek into it while fucking you or put his hands on the wall or surface.
Basically from the back but he has a preference for it definitely.
° . • James patrick march • * . ☆ · ° . *
Missionary. No arguments about it. Missionary!!
He's definitely kinky and teasing, so he'd bring a knife in and possibly fuck you with the handle 👀 (lmk if you want a fic abt that)
Or on a surface as well, but you facing up. He'd make it to where you could see him the whole time. If you tried to look away he'd probably slap you or turn your head and keep it there.
° . • kai anderson • * . ☆ · ° . *
Anything.
Anything to feel your pussy around him.
Missionary, or against the wall.
He'd fold you and put your knees over his shoulders most likely.
Kai'd like it so he could see his dick in you, and the cum oozing out when he was done.
He would definitely nibble on your tits while fucking you too. Like no doubt.
° . • Jeff pfister • * . ☆ · ° . *
Over something.
From the back anal or vaginal like tate.
He'd like it because he wouldn't have to see your face. As mean as it sounds, you're probably just his side chick.
If you're not, he'd fold you as well. Quite rough too.
° . • Austin Sommers • * . ☆ · ° . *
With you on top of his lap.
He'd hold you and fuck you pretty rough.
Whisper in your ear occasionally, give you no mercy on your clit. 🙈
And of course, he'd definitely cum inside. Everyone knows that.
° . • peter maximoff • * . ☆ · ° . *
Ohhh...
He's not the rough type, but also not the gentle type.
Missionary. Definitely.
He'd go to your liking, take your moans and face expression as a hint to slow down or go faster.
He'd probably kiss you a lot during it. Along your neck, face.. chest. Leave a mark on you 💕
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I probably left out a few things so I apologize if so lmfao
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wh0re43van · 5 months
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“I need him biblically,,, I need him in a way that is concerning to feminism.”
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Currently rewatching asylum for the first time since it aired. Evan really put his whole evussy into this role stg 🙏🏻
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kaiscumsock · 8 months
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early 2000s evan peters <3
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whiteoakoak · 1 month
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He's so Red flag and i love Red...
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mrs-march-ahs · 2 years
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hiii ^^ ahh im not used to sending requests but your fics are just *chef's kiss* and i was wondering if you were okay with writing the evans comforting a fem!reader who has post-surgery scars under her breasts? they used to look rather scary sksbksakhdje i mean, they've healed as best as it could be! but sometimes,, y'know,,, it gets to me
if not it's fine!! all your works always bring me joy 💞 thank you for your time and have a lovely day mrs march 💕💓💝💖
How the Evans Would Act Around Your Scars
i love you nonnie!! thank you very much for your kind words, i didn't know how to have the title not be wordy, but this is written about the scars you mentioned, not too generally <3
i hope you enjoy this very much! thank you so much! i'd love to hear from you if you read this :D you have a lovely day
enjoy :*
Tate -Tate has many scars of his own, so the last thing he’d ever do is make you insecure about any you have -He loves them and is definitely the most up for deep conversations surrounding idealistic beauty standards and the relation between your scars - “Everything is just about looking like you, it’s a part of who you are” - “It’s beautiful because it’s so natural, woman are constantly shamed for who they are but this is something that improved your quality of life, your surgery helped you in one way or another, and the way that you feel bad about that and feel the need to hide it, it sucks” -Once the two of you get more comfortable, he loves running his fingers down the scars
Kit -Kit would definitely understand that your surgery scars may or may not be a sensitive subject -He’d be the most understanding
-Straight after surgery he’d softly and gently ask if you needed anything -If you were upset about them, he would comfort you -He’d reassure you tons -He’d also want you to know he wants to be a part of this side of you -He won’t shy away from issues you have -Because you didn’t shy away from the issues he has -He’d every so softly rub lotion into your scars -And then kiss your cheek
Frat Kyle -Kyle would take such good care of you after surgery -He would be really soft and sweet and absolutely always thinking of you -If he was going out studying he’d make sure you’re tucked into bed with snacks and blankets before leaving -He’d text you to make sure you’re doing well throughout -If you text him even that the blanket fell to the floor he’d be on his way back -With takeout -He’d ask you if they hurt and would be really curious about them -He’d assume that any emotions come from the baggage and pain of a surgery, but he would not be able to connect the dots that you’re upset about the scars unless you outright told him -He’d be devastated, he’d hold you so close and kiss you so so much -He hates you being insecure about anything - “I promise not once did I think about the scars” - “It doesn’t matter to me at all” - “I’m lucky to have you, look at me” -He’d really want to make you laugh -They do say it’s the best medicine
Franken Kyle -Like I said in The Evans When You’re Insecure, Franken Kyle just doesn’t know society’s rules -He doesn’t understand what being insecure is -All he knows is that it’s really fun to run his finger up and down the scar -They feel soft on his lips -He definitely wants to help you rub moisturizer into the scars too -It’s just fun -It looks perfect to him
Jimmy -Jimmy’s the most insecure out of all of the lads, so he’s the most understanding -Ish -He struggles to understand why you’re so insecure about this since you can hide it -He’s so deeply in love with you (and your boobs) that he struggles to comprehend what there is to be insecure about - “They’re so ugly”, you whined - “But you understand that they’re not, right?” -He wants to understand but it’s hard for him -He’d start kissing your boobs on a daily to show appreciation - “Hey babe” (smooch) “Hey boobs” (smooch smooch)
James -Would be obsessed -He’d find them soooo attractive -He’d be obsessed with putting his hands on the scars and holding your boobs -You found it weird at first so you told him that it made you uncomfortable, and he respected you completely - “They compliment your body so well, my darling” - “They’re like symbols of bravery” - “They highlight your breasts, it’s hard to take my eyes off you” - “The contrast of your sensitive… soft… breasts… and the scarification…” (shivers) “It has some sort of affect on me” -When doing the do, he’d definitely take twice as long around your boobs -Kiss every inch of the scar - “Divine”
Pre-Cult Kai -Pre-Cult Kai was so excited to see boobs for the first time -When you took your top off the first time you were getting naked together, he couldn’t take his eyes off you -He’d latch onto your boobs and touch the scars ‘subtly’ -Afterwards he wouldn’t ask, but he’d say something - “The lines under your boobs, they look hot” -You’d be a bit awkward, because you were hoping he wouldn’t notice, and you’d explain they’re scars - “Okay whatever, the scars under your boobs, they look hot”
Kai -Would simply find them badass -Hates you being insecure about anything at all - “It’s skin, Y/N” -Would in a very condescending way mansplain to you why skin scars after a surgery -In his mind that’s a reason to not be insecure about it -Because it’s so natural
Peter -Loves boobs -Loves em -He’s great like Kit at understanding it might be a sensitive subject -He’s very gentle with touching them, even after the scars are completely healed - “You don’t have to be so gentle, Peter” - “I have been blessed with the gift of touching boobies, I will treat them right” -After a while of seeing them on you, he becomes really attached to them -Seeing them just means he’s seeing you naked, they turn him on -If you’re wearing a bikini top and it rides enough to show the scars, he’d literally get hard -He’s so crazy about them - “If you could get rid of the scars, I wouldn’t want you to” - “I mean I totally understand that it’s like totally not my decision and I want you to be happy and not be insecure and feel the most comfortable you can feel in your own body but it’s just the way that I’ve gotten so used to them now and because of that it’s like if they weren’t there anymore it would feel like your boobs aren’t even your boobs anymore, do you know what I mean? Like I would be able to see that they’re your boobs but they wouldn’t like feel like they’re your boobs anymore because your boobs have scars on them” - “yeah”
Mrs March -That’s me -I would love them and cherish them with every inch of my being -I’ve had many many surgeries before and my legs are absolutely covered in surgery scars -I used to be very insecure about them too and grew up as a kid with them thinking that when I grow up I’d have to cover them with tattoos to not be embarrassed but now I’ve placed my tattoos around them -I wouldn’t want to cover them -Like Peter said, I don’t think my legs would feel like my legs if the scars weren’t there -That’s a part of me and what I look and feel like -I would kiss your surgery scars all I could -I understand more than anyone why it’s a source of insecurity at first but I can promise you with full confidence that they’ll grow on you -They don’t need to grow on me though -I already love them -Gimme
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itshelia · 3 months
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Is it just me or everyone imagine their fav characters that they are obsessing over in real life???
Like I'll be at work and then I imagine that bitch sitting next to me, talking to me and admiring me while I FUCKING KNOW THAT I HAVENT KISSED A MALE SPECIES IN MY ENTIRE LIFE
I don't know if that's sign of a fucking mental problem or what but I swear if I'm even Slightly upset or tired of my life i WILL open tumblr and start imagining them or talking to them (aka my wall. It be sitting there like the fuck gurl im not your man)
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poltoreveur · 3 months
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“He’s a villain! You only like him because he’s hot.”
Okay and?
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Kinktober day 8 | Tate Langdon x Reader
Day 8: mommy kink
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: 18+, grinding, praising, slight degrading, overstimulation,
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‘’I like when you do that.’’ 
‘’Do what?’’ 
‘’Fix my hair when it gets in my face. Run your hand down my back when I’m laying down. Make sure I ate today,’’ he explained as you rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand as you held hands on the way home, sensing his anxiety after a long day. You had a knack for knowing exactly what he needed. ‘’Take care of me.’’ 
‘’I just love you. People take care of the ones they love,’’ you said simply. 
Tate looked down at the sidewalk, his old converses suddenly very interesting to look at. ‘’I’ve never had anyone taking care of me before,’’ he admitted, feeling a lump of sadness settling in his stomach. 
His words made your heart ache. It was rare Tate would bring up his home life, preferring to escape it than bother you with his problems, but you knew Constance never really took good care of Tate — or any of her children. She was a terrible and neglectful mother, blaming the end of her acting career on him when her failure came from herself. 
You opened your mouth to say something, but closed it when you couldn’t find the words. Instead, you squeezed his hand and walked the rest of the way to your house in silence. 
*
A few days later, you were watching a movie in your bed when your phone buzzed with a message from Tate. He hadn’t been able to come over today because Constance had invited her new boyfriend for dinner and wanted everyone to be there. 
From Tate: Can I come over? I’m already outside… 
Pushing your blanket off your body, you paused your movie and went downstairs, opening the door instead of texting him back. 
You found him sitting on your porch with his hands covering his face, looking like he had been there for a few minutes. His eyes were a bit red, matching his sore-bitten lips. It was a stark contrast to the green of his sweater.
‘’I had an argument with my mom and her new toy,’’ Tate explained once he was in the comfort of your bedroom. He rubbed at his face, attempting to erase the traces of his emotions. 
You nodded, sitting on the bed beside him. ‘’Do you want to talk about it?’’ 
He shook his head, not wishing to repeat what had been said. ‘’Can you just hold me? Please.’’
Without a word, you opened your arms, and Tate nestled into your embrace, giving him the love and comfort Constance failed to give her son. 
‘’Whatever has been said at that dinner, just know that your mother is wrong,’’ you spoke softly after a moment, your head resting on top of his as he held you tight. ‘’You’re loved and wanted and you didn't ruin her life, okay? Not you or Addie.’’ 
He sniffled and nodded against your chest. ‘’I love you too.’’ 
After a moment, his hold loosened, slowly calming down…and undoubtedly noticing the absence of a bra through your shirt. Lucky boy. You fought a smile, having not considered your attire when you went downstairs to get the door. 
‘’Do you feel comfortable like this?’’ you asked, breaking the silence.
Tate smiled smugly against your shirt, nodding. ‘’Very. They’re so soft and comfortable. I wish I could fall asleep like that at night.’’  
‘’Do you want me to take my shirt off?’’ you whispered, taking him by surprise. 
He nodded again, detaching himself from you so you could take off your shirt and fell back against your pillows in a more comfortable position. 
When you first suggested it, you didn’t think it would take a sexual turn, but Tate’s mouth began kissing at your breasts while his hands were massaging and kneading, fingers digging into soft flesh. God, he loved your tits. 
You would be lying if you said this wasn’t pleasurable. Tate was gentle and loving with his touches and kisses, savoring the moment. Your hand naturally found its way to his hair, running through his blond strands and encouraging him to keep going. 
Then, you began feeling something press against your thigh. 
‘’Not my fault. I can’t control what my dick does.’’
You bit back a laugh. ‘’Do you want me to take care of it?’’ Your hand wandered between your bodies to rub his hardening cock over his pants. 
Tate whimpered and pushed into your touch. ‘’Please.’’ 
He lifted his head from your chest, his eyes still red but no longer teary, and you motioned to take your spot and lay against your pillows.
‘’Mommy’s gonna take good care of you,’’ you promised, leaning down to give him a sweet kiss. ‘’I’m gonna make you feel so good, Tate. So good you’re gonna forget about tonight.’’
That’s exactly what he needed.
With your help, Tate discarded his pants and boxers, causing his cock to slap against his stomach. It must not have felt good straining against his stiff jeans. 
‘’Does that feel good, baby?’’ you asked, slowly running one finger over his sensitive length, teasing him.
He nodded, a shaky breath slipping from his lips. ‘’Y-yes.’’
You did it again, this time ending your stroke by brushing your thumb over the head. 
Tate whimpered, his hips jerking upwards and causing his sweater to ride up his stomach, flashing a trail of light blond hair. You leaned down to kiss it. 
‘’Such a good boy,’’ you praised, continuing to jerk him with your delicate hand. 
You could jerk him off until he spilled, but you decided to have some fun and try something else. Withdrawing your hand, Tate started sitting up. 
‘’Where are you going?’’ he asked, sounding alarmed. 
‘’I’m not going anywhere,’’ you reassured, caressing his thigh. ‘’Don’t worry.’’ 
Nodding, he settled back and watched you move, licking his lips as you removed your pajama bottoms and underwear. His deep brown eyes gave your body a look over, loving everything he was seeing. The natural fall of your breasts and the reddish-mauve mark his mouth left behind, the tiny mole right below your navel that no one but him had noticed, the scar on your calf from when you shaved and accidentally cut yourself. 
‘’You’re so pretty, Mommy. Can I have a kiss?’’ 
It was so nicely asked, you couldn’t deny him. 
You swung a leg over to straddle him, your hands rubbing his hips as his thick cock rested against his stomach, hard and leaking at the tip. The sight almost made the arousal between your legs drip. Your eyes met Tate's as you rose up on your knees, but instead of sinking down on his cock, you lowered yourself on the length and grinded your slick folds along it.
He moaned from the slightest bit of friction, feeling your pussy sliding languidly along his cock.
 A smirk drew across your lips, moving torturously slow. 
Tate whimpered your name, his voice laced with frustration and desire. 
‘’What is it, baby? Is this not what you wanted?’’ you asked coyly, the sound of your arousal mixing with his pre-cum filling the room. 
You saw his eyes dart down to where your genitals were touching, rubbing together. ‘’Mommy, plea-please,’’ he whined, his cock twitching and about to burst. 
You knew what he wanted, but you weren’t going to give it to him — yet. 
‘’Are you close, baby?’’ 
He closed his eyes and gripped the sheets as his stomach spasmed. ‘’I’m gonna cum, I wanna cum.’’ 
‘’Don’t hold back, baby, you can cum.’’
Ropes and ropes of white cum then spilled onto Tate's smooth stomach, his climax hitting, but you didn’t stop like he thought you would. No. You decided to push his limits and tease him until he couldn’t take it, watching his hips lifting off the bed as his orgasm came again and again, ropes of cum shooting out of his cock and adding to the mess. You were surprised he could still cum like that. 
‘’Can't cum anymore. So sensitive,’’ he said with tear-stained cheeks, whimpering through his orgasm and a little after it was done.
‘’You want me to stop?’’
‘’Please.’’ 
You caressed his cheek, wiping some of the tears. ‘’But I haven’t put it in yet...’’
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evanchantingpeters · 4 months
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Evan wearing his baseball cap backwards gives me a smack-my-ass-like-a-drum reaction 🥵 Anyone?
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