#(that... yeah... looks phallic 👀)

[fandomfluffandfuck]

I am very normal about this behind the scenes photo 😮‍💨

[morganbritton132]

I absolutely love every time other people find something out about Steve and are just like ???

I wonder if any of his student’s parents are fans of Eddie’s but have no idea their kid’s teacher is married to him (perhaps finding out at career day 👀)

I love the thought of some rock n roll dad (aka: the guy in the minivan blaring Rage Against the Machine during morning drop off (aka: aka: my dad)) meeting his kid’s teacher during open house and seeing a picture on his desk of him and guitar legend, Eddie Munson.

Steve’s in the middle of explaining the curriculum for the year when Rock N Roll Dad points to a picture of him and Eddie backstage at the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame last year when Eddie presented like, “You like that guy?”

Steve looks from Rock N Roll Dad to the picture and then back, “Yeah, you could say that.”

Then he goes back to talking about what they should expect in terms of homework and that was that until parent/teacher conferences.

The first thing Rock N Roll Dad clocks in the new picture on Steve’s desk. It replaced the Eddie Munson one with a new one of the two of them in the parking lot after a local show. Steve’s got his arm thrown around Eddie’s neck, both of them smiling wide, and Gareth is in the background giving them bunny ears.

Rock N Roll Dad points to the framed picture like, “Pretty cool to have met ‘em.”  

“Yeah,” Steve nods. “It’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”

Rock N Roll Dad is not gay himself but he is not one of those ultra straight Corroded Coffin fans that liked to pretend that half the band isn’t queer. He was actually watching the MTV Music Awards show that Eddie publicly came out at by declaring his love for some guy named Steve, and actually.

Rock N Roll Dad thought it made a lot of sense that Eddie Munson was gay because well. A lot of his songs were… phallic.

So, he knows.

He knows that Eddie Munson is gay and that he’s married to some guy whose name isn’t even listed on his Wikipedia page, and he knows that he lives in Chicago, but what he doesn’t know is why he never put two and two together and got Steve Harrington.

There’s a different picture of Eddie Munson on Mr. Harrington’s desk when Rock N Roll Dad goes to talk to him after his kid gets detention for being a little shithead. There is framed original concept art for CC’s first album on the wall behind Steve when Rock N Roll Dad checks in on his kid during a zoom study session.

Hell, Rock N Roll Dad follows Eddie on Tiktok.

He has seen the ass shots that Eddie has posted of his husband in his running shorts, and he did think, yeah, that’s a great ass. He didn’t know he was thinking that about his kid’s math teacher!!

It’s not even Career Day when he discovers it. It’s the day before when they can set up their booths in the gym because Rock N Roll Dad may be a heavy metal fan always, but he’s also an accountant from 8:30 to 4:30 Monday thru Friday.

 He’s struggling to keep his poster board up when in walks guitar legend, Eddie Munson. He’s carrying a box, following behind a guy carrying an iguana.

Rock N Roll Dad abandons everything and walks over to the booth across the way. He can hear the two bickering with each other but before he can say anything, Steve Harrington is there and he is distressed, “Why do you have that?!”

“Her name is Leia, Steve,” Dustin says, “and she has separation anxiety.”

Steve opens his mouth like he wants to complain but doesn’t even know where to begin so he just accepts it, “Is she going to eat somebody?”

“That happened one time!”

Eddie Munson, infamous guitarist that lived on Rock N Roll Dad’s walls as a teenager, uses the opportunity to slide up next to Mr. Harrington and wrap an arm around him. He kisses his cheek, “Baby, we’re here to help.”

“You’re here to guilt me into letting you be a part of Career Day.”

“I can multitask, babe,” Eddie grinned, still so close to Steve that his smile touches his cheek. Steve just sags against him and Rock N Roll Dad thinks, oh. He thinks, oh, shit.

“You have a fan,” Steve mumbles, pulling away a little. It takes Rock N Roll Dad a second to realize that they’re talking about him and then he thinks, fuck.

“Hey – Hi. Uh.” He stops, thinks about lying and saying he needs tape or something, but settles on, “I didn’t know my kid’s teacher married you.”

“Technically, I married him.”

“Technically, I married both of you,” Dustin pointed out. “I officiated the wedding.”

“Ah,” Rock N Roll Dad says because what else is there to say. “Big fan.”

“Yeah, I can tell.”

[loveandleases]

Nsfw alphabet for cam, please? 👀

Of course, everyone is getting one! So Cam's will be below!

Kara's ABC

Isaac's ABC

G ABC

M ABC

Ardent ABC

A = Aftercare - He is the most considerate when it comes to aftercare, he might be utterly exhausted, but he will ensure his partner is taken care of. Do you need a massage? Cuddles? Something to eat or drink? Cleaned up? Cam will do it all, don't you dare move. You relax!

B = Body part - His waist. He likes how it's smaller than that of his chest and hips. Slutty waist gang unite, Cam is here for it. His favorite part on a partner is their waist! He loves to circle his arms around them, especially MC. If someone needed him to kiss along their midriff sparing no area with his kisses, he is more than up for it.

C = Cum  - The idea of marking his partner be that with bites/hickeys or with his cum does not deter him. If his partner lets him breed them the way he wants, Cam will happily watch his cum drip out of them. That will just get him going all over again.

D = Dirty secret - He once went down a water slide with MC sitting between his thighs. Their proximity to his crotch turned him on so he faked that MC hit him in the crotch instead so they wouldn't notice he was hard.

E = Experience - Cam has had sex several times he isn't the most experienced nor the least. He definitely knows what he is doing.

F = Favorite Position - He honestly doesn't have one. If he had to choose it would be the cowgirl position. He loves being able to see his partner, every breath they take every time they close their eyes. All of it.

G = Goofy - He can be! Cam will joke with their partner, especially since sex an be well funny, and some noises happen. He could ignore them or tease you instead and make you feel better about it.

H = Hair - He has a nice ginger happy trail that leads down to his 🍆 , he keeps the hair around it nice and trimmed, just in case!

I = Intimacy - Cam hasn't really been intimate in the past, but MC that will change drastically. He will want the moment to last as long as possible, tell them how much he cares about them while thrusting into them slowly.

J = Jack Off - He does it often, at least twice a day.

K = Kink -Breeding. He is very much going to ask his partner if he can breed them.

L = Location - Honestly, somewhere in public, but with MC Cam won't want people to see their beauty. So somewhere a bit more hidden. Oh yeah in front of the apartment window, no one looks up there! (Cam brain)

M = Motivation - MC! The way they arch their back when they stretch, the way they walk. Just MC <3

N = NO - He is not going to call you a bitch. He refuses!

O = Oral - He really enjoys receiving, like a lot. Please don't eat anything phallic around him. He will not be okay. But honestly, he really likes the idea of giving MC oral. Just making them moan his name, guy is a goner.

P = Pace - Cam is both, he can be really rough. Will absolutely pound his partner, or he can be very sensual. It would last for hours.

Q = Quickie - Yeah he would do a quickie, but only on the condition that they do it again properly later.

R = Risk - Does going down on MC in public count, because he is absolutely game. Risk works for Cam, in so many ways.

S = Stamina - With himself, he can go at least twice a day, with his partner 3. With MC, yeah...past 3.

T = Toy - He has no toys, doesn't mind them but would rather be the one to make his partners eyes roll back in their head.

U = Unfair - Way too much. You want him to go faster/rougher, oh okay he is going to slow down until you beg otherwise. Cam will tease the hell out of MC, it's because he cares!

V = Volume - Very loud! So much heavy breathing, grunting, and cursing. When MC asked if he was coming (into the room) Cam very loudly yelled "Fuck, yes!"

W = Wild Card  - Has accidentally sent a sext to MC before, with a pic of him in a towel, it was for his partner at the time. We don't talk about that ~

X = X-Ray - 8.3 inch and girthy. Cam has a freckle on the shaft, he's very self-conscious about it.

Y = Yearning - Very high! (For a certain person.) Let's just say our guy is touch-starved.

Z = ZZZ - Like 20-25 minutes later, he wants to just chat after. With MC especially, just talking about all the things, was it good? Was he good enough for you? Should you try it again right now?

[luvdisease]

HIIII, perhaps; strawberry, coconut mango, nectarine, blue moon and teaberry for Karlach? 👀

that was NOT quick nap. ANYWAY HI HI HI THANK U I LVOE TALKING ABT MY WIFE

Strawberry

"before getting together, how did your F/O realize they had a crush on you? How did they act around you once they realized they were head over heels?"

OOH hmm,, god this is so self indulgent but ig thats what this blogs for LMFAO

i think the crush started a little early but she didnt realise that much, shes in touch with her emotions just thought it'd be a passing thing.

oh btw Azazel is my tav/player/ s/i heads up.

It started when Azazel defended Karlach from Wyll, adament she was not who he had been told, perhaps it was something of a tiefling bond, maybe fates hand played a part.

I think the "oh fuck" moment was after a battle, Karlach had gotten a small scrape but Azazel, the smug fucking rogue he is went and made a fuss over her, making sure she was okay.

after that she got a clue that Azazel liked her too? extra giddy over everything he did. I cant say there was a lot of distant pining, shes blunt.

Coconut mango

"what mementos do you and your F/O treasure?"

Well, travelling around the game i pick up every stuffed animal i see to give to her, my player and karlach also have matching rings bc,,, cute, never use the warding thing though, yes i did steal them off a corpse. whoops.

i cant quite think of what nementos azazel would have but he does give thinks to karlach he thinks she'd like, even something like a cool rock.

found a phallic looking one hehehehehe

Nectarine

"do you and your F/O live together? If so, what does your living space look like?"

constant camping... no time to settle down sop...

i do imagine they sleep in the same tent though, its half karlachs teddy collection, half some random shit azazel picks up HAJDGSJSG

Blue moon

"is your F/O very routine-oriented or do they like to go with the flow? How routine-oriented are you?"

Were both pretty impulsive but also. my autism would kill me without a routine.

there is occasional moments of spur of the moment activities

like

"u wanna throw some rocks at the flaming fists?"

"FUCK YEAH I DO"

Teaberry

"where would you like to travel with your F/O someday?"

i know i know its a fandom joke but i wanna take her to a build a bear HAJDGSJDG i know she would love it.

also an adult sized playground. she needs to get that energy out.

[writefightandflightclub]

Do you think you'd ever give us a sneak peek into the Nathan x Reader x Tony Stark fic? I'm so utterly fascinated by the dynamic at play here and you're right, the world would explode from the amount of snark in that room.

Sure! Here’s a little sneak of the draft…. 👀

(Yes evidently I have a type, don’t look at me, ok? 😂)

Nathan growls at Tony again as they make coffee in the kitchen, somehow making the generous space look claustrophobic. Lord, their bickering. It’s incessant. Irritating. But that’s not your main problem. Your main problem is that it’s hot.

“I’m just saying,” Stark breezes, removing the pen he’s chewing from his mouth, his speech clipped and energetic as though he’s trying to keep pace with his thoughts. “With that hair and beard combo, it’s hard to know whether to call you Buzz or Roadkill. What’s the story there? What’s going on downstairs? Do you get progressively bushier as you go down?” He flicks his pen towards Nathan’s hair, beard, and crotch in turn. “Bald, bushy, bushiest?”

Nathan rolls his eyes so hard you wonder if they’ll ever reset again, the constant movement and yapping of Tony clearly boiling his blood. Oh, you so hope Nathan calls him an insufferable chihuahua again. That was a good time. You’d almost snorted your wine out of your nose.

You enjoy the contrasting nature of Nathan’s annoyance. His slightly slower, less frenetic pace, his arms folding around his still form, his sculpted muscles looking hard as stone and his expression like thunder, his brows drawing down over his eyes like rolling storm clouds. “I get it Stark. You feel threatened by me. It’s obvious you crave approval. You built a giant phallic building with your name on it. Got something to prove?”

Tony laughs musically, a surprisingly high-pitched, chaotic frenzy of sound. “Oh, we’re doing this? Huh?” He steps closer to his host, much to his consternation.

God, if you’ve lived alone underground this long like Nathan has, Stark has gotta be the worst person to ease you back in to humanity. He’s A Lot. Indeed, he flicks Nathan on the chest with his middle finger, right above the stab scar. “How did your AI work out?”

Nathan dips his chin, fixing a stern stare on Tony, eyes obsidian beneath his lenses. “Yeah, do you wanna talk about Sokovia, buddy?”

Holy hell. Look at them facing off, Nathan stern and Stark growing increasingly peppy the more riled up his new, largely unwelcome collaborator gets.

What a fucking belter of an assignment this is. Way better than running that shitty safe house in Budapest.

This is delightful to watch. They may as well whap their dicks out and be done with it. And, well… if they plan to do so, pass the fucking popcorn.

“Hmm,” Tony hums, chewing on that pen again, circling away from Nathan to do another lap of the kitchen. “Got it!” He snaps his fingers and Nathan’s eyes close in a slow blink. “Grumpy Eagle! That’s it. That’s what you remind me of. Beaky thing? Monobrow?” All the veins in Nathan’s neck and forehead visibly pop. “You know the one, right? Looks like you?”

“Do you ever stop talking?” Nathan snarls, swiping his open hand wildly through the air and yikes, you think this might actually be going a tad too far.

“I loved you in A Muppet Christmas Carol,” Tony snarks, and despite your urge to snigger, you think you might actually have to do your job here.

Your job being - as a SHIELD handler- to well, handle them.

So, you opt to puncture some of the tension a little bit. Or actually, if you’re honest, you opt simply to refocus it… towards somewhere you estimate it can be much more productive. “Boys. Let’s get to the real question.” you interject, lounging across the couch, taking up space and looking openly amused as you intentionally stir drama. They turn to you - well, and what’s that?

“Who’s better in bed?” you ask, with a sultry, deliberate curve of your mouth, your eyes gleefully dancing between them.

Well, that shuts them up. Just about the only thing that has all morning, and two pairs of big brown eyes fall to you. Lord, you have a type, that’s for sure. But you’ll worry about how fucked up that is later.

For now… you’ll do what you do best.

You’ll handle it.

TO BE CONTINUED???

GIFs by @santiagogarcia and @strangerkittens (lmk if you’d like them removed or anything 🙏)

[zaffrenotes]

WIP Wednesday

slighty ahead of the curve (after getting distracted by making an icon set, then banners and moodboards and trolling my archive for Henney posts) for a WIP Wednesday!

Part 2 of Under Duress, where I have to fix my own fic because canon TRH got that damn betrothal agreement signed: 

With a few taps, a blank document appeared on the screen, its blinking cursor waiting in anticipation for keystrokes. He worked in relative silence for a few minutes, typing away with renewed purpose to catalog the timeline of events before the adrenaline wore off for the second or third time that night. Maxwell was snoring softly on the couch while Drake scrolled through something on his phone, a bemused grin tugging at the edge of his mouth. The only other sound in the room was the soft ticking of the antique clock on a bookshelf. After a few more minutes, Liam paused to review what he’d written, but he had a nagging feeling that something was missing. “Drake, does this sound right to you?” he asked, turning the laptop around to face his friend.

Drake snapped to attention, slipping his phone into his pocket. He leaned forward to take the laptop and began to read through the document, his brown eyes moving rapidly back and forth as he took in each line of text. As he neared the end, Drake’s brows pushed together to form a crease on his forehead, and he set the device down on the edge of the desk. He shifted back in the chair and one hand rubbed across the new beginning of a beard across the lower half of his face. “Liam, what’s this supposed to be?”

“What are you talking about?” Liam peered up from staring at his steepled hands on the desk to look at Drake, perplexed by the response. “Did I leave something out?”

“Uh, yeah,” Drake answered, tilting his head to one side in disbelief. “One, it wasn’t just a verbal agreement, that snake whipped out a treaty from his jacket pocket like it was a totally normal thing to carry around, and two, you left with them to sign and seal it.”

“You’re full of it.” Liam stared across the oak desk, insulted by Drake’s response. Worry began to pool in his stomach and around his neck, wondering if there was a grain of truth and he’d somehow had a lapse in memory from the severity of the evening.

and a teensy bit more for Thomas and Charlie ♥️♣️♦️♠️

Thomas didn’t notice as his fiancée leaned against the doorframe, watching him. It was only when a box slid across the floor that he felt like his heart stopped, taking in the sight of a “bride-to-be” sash laid across beaded necklaces with phallic pendants and something with black maribou trim peeking out of a gift bag. Feeling the blood rush to his cheeks, he slipped the headphones down to rest around his neck, eyes on the floor as Charlie’s bare feet slowly came into view. 

“Hola, Señor Mendez,” Charlie purred, placing her palms on the edge of the desk. 

“How much did you witness, and what can I do to convince you to never bring it up again, for as long as we both shall live?” he asked, feeling like his entire body was radiating heat. Red was not enough of a color descriptor for him in this moment. Garnet. Crimson. Rosewood. Scarlet. He was scarlet with embarrassment. 

“I heard more than enough, but you shouldn’t be as embarrassed as I think you are,” Charlie replied, dragging her finger across the edge of the desk. “It was…sexy…hearing you rap in Spanish. The way your tongue rolls over the words,” she added, walking her fingers across the wood and over law books. She leaned down, coyly letting her chest press against the books, well within Thomas’s view. “Show me more?” 

Thomas gulped audibly at the suggestion of his fiancée’s proposition, his eyes flicking up to meet her steady gaze on him. Madre de dios. “What’s in the box?” he asked, playfully trying to divert her attention. 

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