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Tumblr Tuesday: Day of the Mushroom

Happy Tuesday, and a happy Day of the Mushroom to all who celebrate those delicious, brainy lifeforms. Whether you love them or loathe them, please feast your eyes on these delightful depictions of all manner of fungi—many but not all of which were created during @feefal's #funguary art challenge.

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Hidden Fantasy

So i’m sure we’ve all thought about this. Well at least I have. I’m a proud shameless hoe for Chris Evans and more specifically, Steve Rogers. I’ve had this idea for awhile and thought what better time to post it than for @stargazingfangirl18​ and @navybrat817​ #shamelesshoesforchris. It is explicit so please proceed with caution. 

Prompts used:

“Oh God, Did I say that out loud?

“Okay, wait, that kind of turned me on”

“We’re not done yet”

If it sucks, i’m sorry. But I greatly enjoyed writing it! 

Rating:Explicit

Words:1.6k

Warnings: Smut, embarrassment, Steve’s Arms

Steven Grant Rogers.

It sometimes still amazed you that he was yours. Sometimes you had to pinch yourself to remind you it was real. He was your man. He was the best boyfriend you could’ve asked for. Sweet, considerate, old fashioned, and charming.

Not to mention the sex was amazing.

You really didn’t know going into the relationship what sex with him was going to be like. You didn’t really care because you liked him for who he was, not how he was in bed.

But what you weren’t expecting was for Steve to be a sex god. He was insatiable. Having you at any chance he could get. Whether that be taking you in the back of the quinjet after a mission or bending you over his desk in his office. When he wanted you, he took you.

Not that you had any complaints. You were a proud shameless hoe for the Super Soldier and you let him take you any way he wanted.

You 2 had indulged in a couple fantasies you had (role play, spanking, tying each other up). But there was something you had always wanted to do but were way too embarrassed to ask or even bring it up.

You were insanely attracted to his arms. They really did something for you. All it took was for him to wrap you in a warm hug or wrap his arm around you while watching tv and all of a sudden you needed new panties.

Or now, when he was lifting weights, watching his muscles flex. You were supposed to be getting your run in on the treadmill but had come to a slow walk not being able to take your eyes off him.

God you just wanted to ride his biceps. And yes you are aware of how weird and kind of creepy that sounds. You hadn’t brought it up to him because you didn’t want him recommending you to a therapist. But you couldn’t help yourself. You had a dream about it and ever since, it’s all you wanted to do.

Steve must feel eyes on him because he looks around the room until he sees you. He gives you a wink and goes back to his weights. The wink makes you stumble so you decide it’s probably best you get off the treadmill.

Natasha and Wanda walk by talking animatedly about something. They look over and see you drooling over your boyfriend. They turn and smirk at each other.

“Hey, Y/N. You have some drool right here.” Nat teases as she points to the corner of your mouth. You quickly bring your hand to your mouth to wipe it away. Your cheeks start to heat up in embarrassment.

“Hey don’t be embarrassed, you and Steve are still in your honeymoon phase. Totally normal to be drooling over him.” Wanda says sweetly, trying to make you feel better.

“Thanks, sometimes I can’t help it.” You reply as you once again look over to Steve who has now started sparring with Sam.

Your mind has once again drifted back to his arms. You tilt your head to the side and watch as he pins Sam on the mat. ‘Jesus Christ, I just want to hump his arms.’ You think as you watch him help Sam to a standing position.

All of a sudden you hear snickering and you look over and see Nat and Wanda laughing behind their hands. Your eyes widen. “Oh god, Did I say that out loud?”

“You sure did and I think some Super Soldier ears heard you.” Nat continues laughing as her and Wanda walk towards another sparring mat.

You reluctantly look up and sure enough Steve is staring at you. He looks somewhat amused. Great, now he probably realizes how much of a weirdo he’s dating. You break eye contact and quickly make your way out of the gym as fast as you can.

You decide that just staying in your room was the best option at this point. You didn’t want to face anyone knowing that Nat has probably told the whole tower by now that you want to ride your boyfriend’s impressive arms.

You’re getting ready to bury yourself in your couch when you hear a knock on your door.

You decided to ignore it and go back to your burrito state on the couch. But whoever is knocking is persistent and won’t let up.

You sigh heavily and throw your blankets off of you and head towards the door. You look through the peephole and see Steve waiting patiently.

“Come on doll, I know you’re in there. Open up please.”

Well how can you say no to that? So you hesitantly open the door.  

You’re greeted with a pair of bright blue eyes and a warm smile. “Hi doll, may I come in?” You nod and stand aside allowing him to enter your room.

You close the door and turn around looking at him expectantly. He walks over and pulls you into a sweet kiss. You gladly accept the kiss and bring your arms up around his neck. Not realizing you’re doing it, you squeeze his biceps on the way up.  He chuckles and pulls away. “So, you like my arms huh?”

You press your forehead against his chest. “Can we please just forget I said anything?”

“No, I don’t think I can forget, doll. I believe you said you wanted to ‘hump my arms’. And what my baby wants, my baby gets.”

You snap your head up to look at his face. “What?” Is all you can manage to reply with.

“You heard me, I don’t need to repeat myself. Now I want you to be a good girl and strip for me.” He casually says as he walks towards your bed, stripping himself of his shirt and sweats.  

You just stand there for a moment not quite sure what’s about to happen. But when he turns around and sees that you haven’t stripped yet you quickly jump into action. Usually you like being punished when not listening to him but you’re too curious about what he’s getting at.

You hastily strip as you walk towards him. He lies back on the bed and casually starts palming himself through his dark blue boxer briefs. You can feel yourself getting wet as you stand there and watch him harden beneath his palm.

“Well come on doll, my bicep isn’t going to ride itself.” He says somewhat impatiently. You snap your eyes to his, noticing there is no sign of joking on his face. “Steve, I’m not going to ride your bicep, that’s embarrassing.”

“Why doll, you’ve ridden my thigh until you came. What’s any different really?” You still stand there, unsure if you really want to do this. “Y/N, get your ass over here and mount my arm before I do it for you.” He says sternly.

Not wanting to piss him off any further, you quickly climb up on the bed and straddle his right arm. You kind of just sit still, still too embarrassed to move.

“Come on sweetheart, ride me. I can feel how wet you are. Just let go.” He says as he stares up at you sweetly, still palming himself. You hesitate for just another second before you think ‘Fuck it, I may never get this opportunity again.’

You slowly move your hips back and forth against his arm and he pushes up into you just a little. You throw your head back and moan quietly as you pick up your pace a bit. Then he starts flexing his arm muscles and dear god the sensation makes you fall forward, placing one hand on the headboard and the other on his chest. You really start riding his arm while he continues to flex under you.

“That’s right sweetheart, take what you need from me. My dirty girl, wanting to ride my arm. Such a whore for me aren’t you? Now lean forward more, I want to suck on those beautiful tits.”

You whimper and pick up speed once more as you lean forward. He takes his hand off his erection and grabs your breast. He sucks his nipple into your mouth and bites down. You arch your back and moan out his name. You can feel your orgasm coming, it’s going to hit you, and hard. You move your hand that’s on the headboard and thread your fingers through his hair.

He can tell you’re close, he removes his hand from your breast and grabs onto your hip, helping you grind on him even harder and faster. “You gonna come for me, dirty girl? Gonna make a mess all over my arm? Come on sweetheart, make a mess on me.”

That was all you needed to tip you over the edge. You come hard with a silent scream and fall forward onto his chest, slowing the grinding of your hips until the aftershocks wear off. You pant heavily as you remove yourself from his arm and glance down at it, seeing the mess you made. You look over at his face and he’s looking at you expectantly. “Well come on doll, you better clean up the mess you made.” You go to get up to grab a towel when he grabs your arm.

“With your tongue, sweetheart. Make sure to lick me all clean.” You smirk down at him. “Okay, wait, that kind of turned me on.” You declare as you lean down and get to work on licking his arm from your slick.

“Yeah? That’s good cause we’re not done yet doll.” He goes back to palming his erection. You glance over at him as you lick the last of your mess up and see dark lust filled eyes looking back at you.

You feel a shiver run down your spine as you realize you’re in for a long night.

dancing with our hands tied

summary: you ride steve’s bicep

warnings: degradation, being tied up (ropes), ass slapping, captain kink, dumbification if you squint, choking

18+ ONLY || MINORS DON’T INTERACT

word count: 909

a/n: i have no excuse for this, i’m just so h word for chris evans i can’t function correctly. also this would be nomad!steve cause no other steve would be as mean as him. i do think he’s more about praise than anything but i was really angry when i wrote this so i took it out on this—OH MY GOD WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO EXPLAIN EVERYTHING?!?!

steve’s big rough hand, weathered from years of fighting and punching bags in the gym, holds your hip tightly as he aids your movements on his tensed up arm.

“that’s it, doll,” he says as he watches your pussy glide over the firm muscle. there’s a mix of your own juices and his cum, leaving the skin shiny and wet.

it takes you a few seconds to find a rhythm. your arms are tied behind your back, so you need steve’s help to keep you straight as you experiment with different rolls of your hips.

“captain,” you whine when you are finally able to move on your own. “feels so good.”

steve chuckles, looking at your blissed-out face as you roll your hips needily, no longer needing his help. “i know it does. look at you getting off on my arm. aren’t you ashamed of being such a greedy slut?”

you whimper at his words, the fire inside you burning hotter and hotter with every word he utters. even if you were ashamed—which you certainly are not— you know the answer he wants to hear.

you shake your head. a loud smack! on your ass jostles you forward, a squeaky moan leaving your mouth. “use your fucking words. or are you so dumb you can’t even speak properly?”

if only the world could see its golden boy now, resting on his back as he spouts filth as if it was one of the prayers he memorised as a kid while he watches you glide your pussy on his arm.

“no, captain,” you moan after a particularly perfect roll. “i-i’m only a little slut for you to order around.”

he hums while grabbing one of your ass cheeks and squishing it while moving you along. you can’t help but shiver in pleasure. the way he is still able to manhandle you even in this position makes you dizzy. “oh you’re more than that, honey. i told you before, come on, think. or is that too hard for your little brain, hm?”

you try to remember, you really do; you wrack your hazy mind for all the degrading names he’s called you. but you can’t form a coherent thought, because steve starts to flex his arm, making the veins pop and add texture to the area you glide along. you moan loudly, losing some of your rhythm as you chase your high.

“i can’t remember,” you cry softly. “m’sorry, captain.”

steve tsks, another slap on your ass echoing in the room. “guess i made you too stupid with my cock earlier,” he shrugs his unoccupied shoulder. “i’ll have to remind you then, make sure you remember exactly what you are.”

you moan when he pinches one of your nipples, your hips rutting fast against his flexed arm. “please,” you whine. “help me remember, want to be good for you.”

steve rolls his eyes, pretending to be unbothered by you and your needy sounds. but his weeping cock, which is resting against his toned stomach and ready for another round, tells you another story. “god, you’re so needy,” he scoffs.

his hand moves up towards your neck, his fingers closing around your throat and pressing on the sides. you can’t help the pathetic sound that escapes you, your hips now moving in circles that make your swollen clit rub perfectly against the muscle.

“f’you,” you whimper. “needy just f’you.”

steve smirks, still holding on to your throat. “that’s right, doll. only i can turn my pretty girl into a needy slut.” he looks at you with disdain, “it’s pathetic, honey.”

you sob as you bounce on the mattress, not even realising the strength of your movements. you’re so close, you just need a few more pushes, and then you’ll be free falling for the fourth time today.

you chase your high desperately, rutting so fast against steve’s bicep you wonder how your hips can still move at such a pace. “say it, honey,” says steve in the same commanding tone he used when training the new avengers. “say exactly what you are. make your captain proud and he’ll let you cum.”

“p-pathetic, needy slut,” your chest heaves. you’re so close, so so close. “i’m a pathetic ‘n needy slut f’you, captain.”

“good girl,” steve finally lets go of your neck, pushing his thumb into your mouth so you can suck on it. you try to wrap your hand around his wrist, but the ropes keeping your hands behind your back don’t let you. you whine in complaint, your lips wrapped around steve’s thick thumb as if it were a lollipop.

“you’re close aren’t you, honey?” steve chuckles when you nod and garble something akin to “yes, captain”. “cum all over my arm, doll. be good for me and make a mess.”

with a strangled moan, you finally let the tension inside your tummy dissolve, a wave of indescribable pleasure washing all over you. your thighs close around his bicep, shockwaves rocking your body as everything around you fades to nothing for a few seconds. steve’s thumb falls from your mouth, which was opened wide in a silent scream. you tremble above him, broken moans leaving your mouth as you come down from your high.

steve waits patiently for you to calm down, his hand on your back soothing you. when you turn to look at him, your eyesight slightly bleary, he raises an eyebrow. “aren’t you going to clean up your mess?”

I wish I can just time travel into the future to 2026 so I can read more about kit ty dru and ash because I can just tell they’re gonna be my fave protagonists

hey besties i made a google doc with the first chapter of tlkof in case anyone has trouble reading from pictures

big thanks to @wikitpowers for sending me the chapter <3

Google Docs

The Last King of Faerie - Chapter One

CHAPTER ONE "Are we lost?" Drusilla Blackthorn said, peering across the darkened field toward the horizon. "Tell me we're not lost." Her r

hey besties i made a google doc with the first chapter of tlkof in case anyone has trouble reading from pictures

big thanks to @wikitpowers for sending me the chapter <3

Google Docs

The Last King of Faerie - Chapter One

CHAPTER ONE "Are we lost?" Drusilla Blackthorn said, peering across the darkened field toward the horizon. "Tell me we're not lost." Her r

when men roll up their sleeves and show their slutty little forearms i wither away like a victorian man seeing ankles for the first time

Imagine being Lilith. Within 104 years (the blink of an eye) you are twice outsmarted by a gold-eyed Herondale and his strong redheaded partner who you tried to manipulate. In the moments you're realizing this, having flashbacks of James Herondale holding his gun like blam-blam-motherfucker, some random vampire kid jumps in front of you and you turn into a pile of salt

dancing with our hands tied

summary: you ride steve’s bicep

warnings: degradation, being tied up (ropes), ass slapping, captain kink, dumbification if you squint, choking

18+ ONLY || MINORS DON’T INTERACT

word count: 909

a/n: i have no excuse for this, i’m just so h word for chris evans i can’t function correctly. also this would be nomad!steve cause no other steve would be as mean as him. i do think he’s more about praise than anything but i was really angry when i wrote this so i took it out on this—OH MY GOD WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO EXPLAIN EVERYTHING?!?!

steve’s big rough hand, weathered from years of fighting and punching bags in the gym, holds your hip tightly as he aids your movements on his tensed up arm.

“that’s it, doll,” he says as he watches your pussy glide over the firm muscle. there’s a mix of your own juices and his cum, leaving the skin shiny and wet.

it takes you a few seconds to find a rhythm. your arms are tied behind your back, so you need steve’s help to keep you straight as you experiment with different rolls of your hips.

“captain,” you whine when you are finally able to move on your own. “feels so good.”

steve chuckles, looking at your blissed-out face as you roll your hips needily, no longer needing his help. “i know it does. look at you getting off on my arm. aren’t you ashamed of being such a greedy slut?”

you whimper at his words, the fire inside you burning hotter and hotter with every word he utters. even if you were ashamed—which you certainly are not— you know the answer he wants to hear.

you shake your head. a loud smack! on your ass jostles you forward, a squeaky moan leaving your mouth. “use your fucking words. or are you so dumb you can’t even speak properly?”

if only the world could see its golden boy now, resting on his back as he spouts filth as if it was one of the prayers he memorised as a kid while he watches you glide your pussy on his arm.

“no, captain,” you moan after a particularly perfect roll. “i-i’m only a little slut for you to order around.”

he hums while grabbing one of your ass cheeks and squishing it while moving you along. you can’t help but shiver in pleasure. the way he is still able to manhandle you even in this position makes you dizzy. “oh you’re more than that, honey. i told you before, come on, think. or is that too hard for your little brain, hm?”

you try to remember, you really do; you wrack your hazy mind for all the degrading names he’s called you. but you can’t form a coherent thought, because steve starts to flex his arm, making the veins pop and add texture to the area you glide along. you moan loudly, losing some of your rhythm as you chase your high.

“i can’t remember,” you cry softly. “m’sorry, captain.”

steve tsks, another slap on your ass echoing in the room. “guess i made you too stupid with my cock earlier,” he shrugs his unoccupied shoulder. “i’ll have to remind you then, make sure you remember exactly what you are.”

you moan when he pinches one of your nipples, your hips rutting fast against his flexed arm. “please,” you whine. “help me remember, want to be good for you.”

steve rolls his eyes, pretending to be unbothered by you and your needy sounds. but his weeping cock, which is resting against his toned stomach and ready for another round, tells you another story. “god, you’re so needy,” he scoffs.

his hand moves up towards your neck, his fingers closing around your throat and pressing on the sides. you can’t help the pathetic sound that escapes you, your hips now moving in circles that make your swollen clit rub perfectly against the muscle.

“f’you,” you whimper. “needy just f’you.”

steve smirks, still holding on to your throat. “that’s right, doll. only i can turn my pretty girl into a needy slut.” he looks at you with disdain, “it’s pathetic, honey.”

you sob as you bounce on the mattress, not even realising the strength of your movements. you’re so close, you just need a few more pushes, and then you’ll be free falling for the fourth time today.

you chase your high desperately, rutting so fast against steve’s bicep you wonder how your hips can still move at such a pace. “say it, honey,” says steve in the same commanding tone he used when training the new avengers. “say exactly what you are. make your captain proud and he’ll let you cum.”

“p-pathetic, needy slut,” your chest heaves. you’re so close, so so close. “i’m a pathetic ‘n needy slut f’you, captain.”

“good girl,” steve finally lets go of your neck, pushing his thumb into your mouth so you can suck on it. you try to wrap your hand around his wrist, but the ropes keeping your hands behind your back don’t let you. you whine in complaint, your lips wrapped around steve’s thick thumb as if it were a lollipop.

“you’re close aren’t you, honey?” steve chuckles when you nod and garble something akin to “yes, captain”. “cum all over my arm, doll. be good for me and make a mess.”

with a strangled moan, you finally let the tension inside your tummy dissolve, a wave of indescribable pleasure washing all over you. your thighs close around his bicep, shockwaves rocking your body as everything around you fades to nothing for a few seconds. steve’s thumb falls from your mouth, which was opened wide in a silent scream. you tremble above him, broken moans leaving your mouth as you come down from your high.

steve waits patiently for you to calm down, his hand on your back soothing you. when you turn to look at him, your eyesight slightly bleary, he raises an eyebrow. “aren’t you going to clean up your mess?”

saw someone say that in the first chapter of LkoF Dru mentioned kit having picked up British isms? that's not in the version I found so is there another version or is that from sm else entirely? thanks!!