Penelopevonsweets23 - Give Me Writing Recommendations And Requests

Reactions to being punched:

Well, I deserved that.

That was uncalled for.

Didn’t see THAT coming.

What was that for?

Oh, come on, honey.

I taught you better than that.

Thought you were stronger.

You punch just like my father.

That’s how you want to play it? Fine.

That’s all you have?

So it begins.

So it's the real you.

Turns out you're no better than your father.

Guess I should have seen it coming, huh?

After all, you're not such a gentleman, are you?

I know why you punched HIM, but ME?

You punch better than I thought.

Bring it on.

Motherfucker!

Let me explain!

Ow.

Honey, you punch like a girl.

That’s fair.

There's this monster I saw in your father.

You want to hit me again? Go for it. I'm used to it.

To think I thought you were better than him...

I wondered where this monster in you went. I guess he came back.

I thought you could control your anger.

You want to hit me?! Then hit me like you used to hit her!

I finally see what you've become.

Just let me speak!

the fact Mobius doesn’t know Loki went to talk to Sylvie to DEFEND HIM and so he must think that Loki didn’t defend him and that he chose to leave him behind to be with Sylvie again. I’m gonna be sick

LOVE

tease

chris sturniolo

. . .

pairing : f!reader x chris

warnings : sexual content (smut)

requested: i got a lot recs asking for teasing, (making him nervous for a change🤗) hair pulling loving chris?? things of that nature.. there’s a lot of requests sprinkled in here! tried to fit them all into one little situation but if you want more lmk💖🫂

NOTE : please save us both the trouble and do not read if you’re against sexual content being written for them!! i don’t need u in my inbox! if you don’t like it don’t read it and don’t bother a bitch about it!! a scroll is simple and effective!! thank u

from your spot on the couch, you hear his key slip into the doorknob. he struggles for a few moments before gently pushing the door open. his hair is messy and wildly strewn atop his head, exhaustion and a tinge of frustration etched into his features. noticing your presence on the couch, his expression softens, and he sighs.

“hi,” he says, his voice near whisper; raspy and low. dragging his legs, he pads over to the couch and places himself at your feet. he rests his elbows on his thighs, his head in his hands.

“hi,” you reply. “you okay?” you question, sitting up so you’re closer to him. you reach out and begin to scratch his back gently. he hums in appreciation.

“just a long ass day,” he answers, closing his eyes and soaking in your soft scratches across his back. his muscles are tense, and he’s warm to the touch. his black shirt clings loosely to him.

“do you want to talk about it?” you inquire, feeling his breathing slow down as you continue your scratching. his muscles begin to relax. you bring your hand up to the back of his neck.

“nah,” he whispers, concentrated on your touch. “keep doing that.”

you tangle your fingers into the hair at the back of his head, your nails softly scratching his scalp. that seems to do it: he moans lowly under his breath, tilting his head down further to provide you better access.

“doing what?” you ask, tone teasing, grabbing a fistful of his hair and lightly tugging.

“fuck,” he chokes, his breath quickening. your cheeks heat. it’s rare that he lets you tease him- but when he does: it’s heaven.

“what?” you ask, continuing the motion. “you like when i do that?”

he nods and groans in reply. reaching his hand over to you and placing it under your thigh, he pulls you to straddle him.

instantaneously, he presses his lips to yours; the kiss quick and feverish. he slithers his hand around your waist, resting his palm flat against the small of your back. you grind your hips down, pressing yourself against him slowly. he breathes shakily into your mouth.

“don’t tease me,” he whispers in between kisses. you grind down onto him again, testing his endurance; or if he will snap.

“what do you want?” you question. his eyes are obnoxiously blue and hungry, his lips are pink and wet.

deciding against a verbal answer, he grasps your hand and places it flat onto his stomach, your fingers grazing the waistband of his sweatpants.

“say it,” you instruct, and he connects your lips again.

“touch me,” he requests, voice raspy in between the kiss. “please, baby, touch me.”

you bring down your hand and palm him over his sweats. his head lays back against the back of the couch, his eyes closed and mouth agape. his breathing is wild and unsteady.

unable to deny him any longer, you dip your hand underneath his waistband, stroking him slowly. his breath hitches in his throat. you lean over to plant soft kisses on his neck, collarbones, and cheeks.

“not gonna last long,” he states, voice slightly strained. “feels so good,” he whispers. “so good.”

quickening your strokes, he squeezes his eyes shut.

“gonna-“ he chokes, unable to finish his sentence; finishing into your hand and the inside of his sweatpants. his cheeks flush red, small whimpers escaping his pink lips.

he waits to catch his breath before opening his eyes and looking at you. he covers his face with both of his palms, embarrassed at how short lived the affair was.

you lean over and pepper kisses all over his knuckles. you feel his lips twist into a smile underneath his hands.

“i need to change my pants,” his voice muffled underneath his palms.

how it started vs how it’s going

Write a Timmy smut to celebrate 2K!!

Been thinking this up throughout today :)

Five in Five

Warnings: friends to lovers, smut, dirty talk

It's around 2:45 am when the heat from Timothee's body wakes you. You untangle your legs from his and slide your arm from underneath his neck wondering how a man so lean can produce that much body heat. He groans softly in his sleep, and you wait until he's turned over to get up and go to the bathroom. You're sure that if he sees you creeping out of his bedroom, your only chance to go to pee will be blown.

You tip toe out of his room, leaving the door open for easy access when you return and as you cross the hall for the bathroom, your eyes wander downstairs to his front doors. They're massive double doors made of dark oak standing at least fifteen feet high. For a second, you think of leaving, like you always do. You never stay the night with Timothee...well not a full night. Having sex with him and leaving once he falls asleep was just a thing you guys did. You've always left, ever since he took your virginity in a vacant Marriot hotel room during the 11th grade La Guardia field trip to Los Angeles. It wasn't until years later, you realized Timothee wanted more than that. And it's not that you don't want to be his girlfriend...it's just that being his girlfriend could mean losing him completely if things turned shitty. Losing him as a boyfriend would suck. Losing him as a friend...you weren't sure you could handle. So, you always stuck to this. Sex. Great sex. Sex that you'd only be able to get with someone that loves you just as much as you love them. You sleep with him; you tell him how much you love him-because you do-and you leave when he falls asleep. He's never mad, he's never upset (that you can see and the thought of that gnaws at you constantly) and he never brings it up when you see him again.

Until a few hours ago.

You think about it as you remove your gaze from his front door and tip toe into the bathroom. You never thought he'd convince you to stay the night, but here you are peeing in his overly expensive, self-cleaning toilet and washing your hands with $60 hand soap that smells like vanilla and lavender. You drag a hand over your face as you make your way back out, avoiding the temptation of the front door this time on your way back to his room.

The door is open the way you left it, and you walk softly into his room, jolting a little when you see Timothee sitting up in the bed. He's got his thin, white sheet draped over his naked bottom half and even though he looks half asleep, he also looks sad. Your heart breaks a little as you realize this is what he looks like when he wakes up and you aren't there.

"Relax," you whisper "I'm still here." You crawl back into Timothee's bed, climbing over his body to get back to your favorite spot on his mattress. "I told you I'd stay," you tease him in a whisper and kiss his shoulder.

Timothee relaxes a little, laying back down, holding his arm out for you to cuddle into him.

"Would it be so bad?" he asks after a few moments of silence. You thought he'd fallen back asleep, but he must have been thinking.

"What?" you answer.

"Being my girlfriend."

"Timothee-"

"No seriously, what would be so bad about it? You're used to fame, so that wouldn't be an adjustment for you. We both have crazy schedules, so you wouldn't have to worry about one of us being busier than the other. And I know everything about you, y/n. Everything."

You laugh at his confidence. He definitely knows everything about you. You'd been sleeping with him for twelve years and been friends for longer. But you weren't going to let him think he knows everything. "You don't know shit, Chalamet."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhmm, though it's cute that you think you do."

Timothee turns over on his side, facing you. He gives you a quick kiss that instantly turns into a deeper one. You whine when he pulls away, wanting his tongue in your mouth. He's close still, his lips grazing yours occasionally when he talks. "I know everything about you, y/n. Platonically, sexually, mentally. I know everything."

You study his face for a moment. He looks quite sure of himself. "Okay then," you say "five facts about me that no one else knows in five minutes."

"Easy."

"Go on then."

"Number one, I know that if I drag my fingertips across your back" Timothee slides his hands under the back of your shirt, demonstrating his words. "I can have you asleep in less than ten minutes."

You roll your eyes, knowing it's true. He's gotten you to sleep that way many times before.

"Four more, tick tock," you tease him.

"Number two, I know how much anxiety ordering food gives you, so I know your order at every restaurant we've ever been to, so you don't even have to say anything."

His fingers are still tracing lines up and down your back and it takes everything in you not to close your eyes against him.

"Number three, I know that if I kiss your neck right here" Timothee demonstrates his words again, placing the softest kiss to the side of your neck. "I can have you ready for sex almost instantly."

"Ugh, fuck off, Timothee."

He's right again.

You're pretty sure he takes two extra minutes just kissing your neck, the fucker, and you let him because it feels so good.

"Number four, I know that" he pulls you on top of him so that you're straddling his waist "when you're riding my dick, I have to hold your right here because it feels so good, they shake." Timothee's hands grip your thighs, his long fingers indenting the skin on your legs.

"Number five, I know that if I suck one of your nipples into my mouth" He removes a hand from your thigh and removes your shirt. Immediately, he uses his index finger to circle one of your nipples. It hardens instantly at his teasing and peppers your skin in chills "I can get you to do whatever the fuck I want."

You're silent for a minute, feeling his hard dick under you. You contemplate holding it and sliding down onto it but decide to show him he's not the only one who knows everything about the other.

"How'd I do?" Timothee asks.

"Not bad," you admit. You tease his cock with your pussy, sliding him through your wet folds. "But now it's my turn."

"Can I fuck you first?"

"No, Timmy, you can't."

Timothee groans, pressing his erection against your heat.

"You know, you can't call me 'Timmy' and not let me fuck you."

You smile knowingly, satisfied in the use of a secret weapon you learned about not too long ago while having dinner in a very public setting.

"Patience is a virtue, Timothee. Anywho, Number one, I know that when I whisper in your ear, it gives you these cute little chills all over your skin." You lean forward letting your folds slide across his hard dick again. Timothee groans softly through gritted teeth, shaking his head slowly at you. "Like this," you whisper once you're inches from his ear and like you said, you feel his skin prickle with chills. You run your hands over his arms, still gripping your thighs just the way you like, attempting to erase some of the chills you created with your warmth.

"Skip the rest and let me fuck you, y/n," Timothee begs.

"But I've got four more," you pout.

Timothee groans again, pushing his dick against you.

"Number two, I know tha-"

Your words catch in your throat as Timothee shifts on his bed, flipping you onto your back. His knees nudge your legs open, and he runs his nose along your neck until he finds the spot that makes you weak. He kisses it lightly before sucking the skin into his mouth.

"Give it up, y/n. You know it's me you think about when someone else is trying...and failing...to make you come. You know it's me you've been talking yourself out of for years. Over a decade worth of depriving yourself of the one thing you know you need the most. Why? I'm right here and I'm entirely yours. Take me."

Your eyes bounce back and forth between his, until your lips crash into each other's. Tongues winding and twisting fighting for dominance. You love him. You always have and there is no escaping him. There never will be. Timothee breaks your heated kiss and begins lining his way down to your breasts in kisses. He licks around your nipple once he's reached his destination, then suck it into his mouth. And just like he said, in that moment, you're willing to do whatever he wants.

"Be mine and no others," he says to you in between kisses to your soft skin.

"Whatever you want," you say breathlessly.

"No. Say it. Say you'll be mine and mine alone."

Timothee slides a finger along your folds of your pussy, gently pressing a finger inside to you see if you're ready for him. When he decides your wet enough, he lines himself up with you entrance. You're bracing for him; your legs are wide open and waiting but so is he.

"Y/n."

"You can't leave me when things get hard. You can't give up on us, because I can't lose you, Timothee. If I tell you yes, then this is it."

"That's all I've ever wanted."

"I mean it; you can't leave me."

"Y/n," Timothee said, as he pushed all the way inside of you, "I'd never dream of leaving you."

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List of “looking at someone and thinking…” prompts

God, I’m so fucking in love with you.

God, I hate you so much.

How the hell am I supposed to kill you?

If only they’d look at me like they look at [name].

Now how the fuck do I murder them and make it look like an accident?

Can I please punch them in the face?

The power couple we could be if they’d fucking love me back.

They’re going to ruin me…

I’m… Gonna marry them one day.

I love them. So much. 

I think they have shit stuck in their teeth, but how do I point it out without being rude? Shit. 

Ugh, not them again.

Can they just leave? For fuck’s sake—

Oh shit, they look so good. What the hell?

Can they please fuck me, oh my God—

They look like shit.

Man, are they alright? They look like they’re going through something.

Act like you give a shit about them and what they have to say… No, don’t make that fucking face, you bumbling fool— Shit. 

Don’t laugh. Oh God, please don’t laugh. Don’t get yourself into more trouble than you already have—

…Oh. 

Eddie: *trying to flirt with Steve in the Upside Down* Hey, uh, Harrington, you wanna get out of here?

Steve: Is that not what we're trying to do?

Eddie: *thinking* Shit. Okay, how do I imply that I'm interested without giving away the basket. That's the correct saying, yes? Yes. Ooh, I ask him about Wheeler! Now, how do I ask him if he's still interested in her without coming off as weird?

♡  SPICY  ACTION  PROMPTS  ;

send a word for a starter !  add a ♡ to reverse the role !  or add a + for the action to be more harsh/aggressive, for those who are interested !  you’re welcome to specify body parts where it’s ambiguous. feel free to strike out the ones you’re uninterested in when reblogging ! ( all prompts are within a spicy setting, either during sex, or leading up to it, etc. ) 

please don’t use for taboo subjects !! thank you ♡

[  BEG ] ;  the sender begs the receiver to touch them. 

[  BEHIND  ] ;  the sender takes the receiver from behind.

[  BITE  ] ;  the sender bites the receiver somewhere on their body. 

[  BONDAGE  ] ;  the sender ties the receiver up.

[  CHOKE  ] ;  the sender chokes the receiver. 

[  COLLAR  ] ;  the sender puts a collar on the receiver.

[  CUT  ] ;  the sender cuts the underwear off the receiver.

[  DEGRADE  ] ;  the sender degrades the receiver.

[  DENY  ] ;  the sender denies the receivers orgasm. 

[  DOUBLE  ] ;  the sender penetrates the receiver with two objects/toys/etc.

[  EAR  ]  ;  the sender bites the receiver’s earlobe.

[  GAG  ] ;  the sender gags the receiver. 

[ GROPE ] ; the sender gropes the receivers breasts or crotch.

[  HICKEY  ] ;  the sender gives the receiver a hickey somewhere on their body.

[  HUMILIATE  ] ;  the sender humiliates the receiver. 

[  KITTEN  ] ;  the sender calls the receiver ‘kitten’.

[  KISS  ] ;  the sender kisses the receiver somewhere on their body.

[  KNIFE  ] ;  the sender holds a knife to the receivers neck.

[  MASTURBATE  ] ; the sender catches the receiver masturbating.

[  MORNING  ] ;  the sender wakes the receiver up with sex. 

[  MOUTH  ] ;  the sender slides their fingers into the receivers mouth. 

[  ORAL  ] ;  the sender performs oral on the receiver.

[  PET  NAME  ] ;  the sender calls the receiver a cute pet name during sex.

[  PIN  ] ;  the sender pins the receiver against the wall.

[  PRAISE  ] ;  the sender praises the receiver.  

[  PUBLIC  ] ;  the sender touches the receiver in public.   

[  PULL  ] ;  the sender pulls the receivers hair.  

[  PUPPY  ] ;  the sender calls the receiver ‘puppy’.

[  RIM  ] ;  the sender gives the receiver a rimjob. 

[  SCRATCH ] ;  the sender scratches the receivers back.

[  SLAP  ] ;  the sender slaps the receivers face.

[  SPIT ] ;  the sender spits in the receivers mouth / on the receivers face. 

[  SMACK  ] ;  the sender playfully smacks the receivers ass.  

[  SOFA  ] ;  the sender hurriedly takes the receiver to the sofa. 

[  SPANK  ] ;  the sender spanks the receiver. 

[  SQUEEZE  ] ; the sender squeezes a body part of the receiver. 

[  STRADDLE  ] ; the sender straddles the receivers lap. 

[  STRAP  ] ;  the sender presents the receiver with a strap-on. 

[  TIE  ] ;  the sender ties the receivers hands together using an article of clothing.

[  TOY  ] ;  the sender uses a sex toy on the receiver.  

[  WHIP  ] ;  the sender whips the receiver. 

“Wayne, I have to tell you something.”

Eddie’s nervous out of his mind, he brought Steve with him for support, which he really shouldn’t need, he’s just sitting across the living room talking to his Uncle. Steve’s been great though, insisting on helping Eddie through the aftermath of the Upside Down madness, staying by his side even when everything changed. He lays a hand on Eddie’s knee now, encouraging him to do this.

Eddie just can’t say it. He knows Wayne isn’t like his Dad, he’s not going to send Eddie away when he finds out, but it’s just hard. He’s dumped so much baggage on Wayne through the years and now this, Eddie just can’t do it.

“It’s alright, Ed,” Wayne says after the silence stretches on, “You really think I don’t know already?”

Steve and Eddie exchange a look. “You… you know?”

“Yeah, with the way you two have been attached at the hip, hangin' around keepin' secrets, up all hours of the night. 'Course I figured out somethin' was going on, and I'm fine with whatever it is.”

Eddie breathes a deep sigh of relief, “I mean, I know I’ve dumped some shit on you before, but I just can’t believe you’re really okay with this.”

Wayne assures him, “Ain’t no shame here, son, you can tell me—”

At the same time that Eddie finally blurts out, “I’m a vampire.”

Wayne says, “You’re dating Steve.”

omg i can see jj with like two of his sons being like 6 and 5 plus your toddler daughter and baby on your hip while you’re full with another maybank😭

stop the idea of dad!jj surrounded by his children makes me so giddy

you smile to yourself as you watch jj and your boys playing around. the living room is filled with giggles and smiles as jj lifts both your boys up, one in each arm, as he spins around in circles. every time he sets them down, they cling to his legs and say, "again!" jj, being the best dad, can never ever say no to his mini-me's, gives in yet again, scooping them up and fulfilling their wishes.

you, on the other hand, are making cookies (with one hand because your other is holding your baby). your three-year-old daughter stands next to you on a chair from the kitchen table, helping you out and being the sweetest as always. the two of you stand there, rolling the dough into spheres and placing them on the baking sheet.

you pause for a moment, using the back of your hand to swipe the tiny beads of sweat from your forehead. you're so far along with your pregnancy that everything seems to be tiring you out, especially with a baby plopped on your hip for the most of your day.

"are you okay, mommy?" your daughter asks.

"yeah, hun. just tired. your baby brother is kicking like crazy," you reply, "wanna feel?"

she nods, and you take her little wrist and guide it onto your belly. her eyes widen when she feels the baby against her hand. "that's not very nice. does it hurt?" she questions.

you smile, bending down slightly to kiss the crown of her head. "no, my love. i promise."

you return to preparing the cookies, and jj pops up next to you, kissing all three of his girls' temples. he takes your baby from your arms, and one of his hands rubs the small of your back. "how are my girls doing?"

your daughter smiles widely, "we're baking cookies."

"i see that. can i have one?"

"they aren't ready yet, daddy. you have to have patience," she tells him matter-of-factly.

jj quirks a brow. "oh, yeah? says who?"

"mommy."

"she's not my mommy," jj states. "...well, actually..."

"jj!" you scold, smacking his chest. "you're the worst."

"but you love me," he grins.

can't argue with that.

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