#4/20 is just a normal day to a guy like me

[jacquelying]

forgot it was 4/20. pls accept these bad warm ups

[sysig]

He’s my little meow meow, my darling, my bbygirl (Patreon)

[gu6chan]

Your post about The Most American Sandwhich just made me imagine Leonard as an American... Leonard scuttling about at a Walmart parking lot, trying to fit all the food he bought in the trunk (enough to hermit away for the next few weeks begote he has to restock again)

this is a bit late but this has me WAILING........ american leonard, what groceries will he buy........ do you think he would treat him also to The Most American Sandwich

now introducing: the U.P's youngest resident

also during the process of scribbling in his hoodie i looked at it and almost started crying

[narcjsistx]

𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐂𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 | reo, isagi, kaiser (part one)

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

— reo mikage

✶ don't even remotely expect to lift a finger in his presence. the princess treatment in his relationships is MANDATORY, he simply loves to do the things that the people he loves want. it would be something like "I know you can do it, but I'm your boyfriend, so let me do it for you"

✶ I think one of the things he loves most about his partners is when they are dressed in shades of purple or maaaybe white, in clothes given by him. do you want to bring him to his knees? do as I tell you, trust me!

✶ kind of guy who would post you everywhere, like: his ig profile feed is made up of 80% of posts with you or dedicated to you, the remaining 20% ​​are photos relating to soccer. he loves to show you off, and above all he does all those trends (even the cringe ones) like posting your girlfriend with a certain song on a certain day

what would he post on socials ↓

✶ his concept of family is quite normal, sooner or later he would like to have a family, actually, the idea of ​​getting married has never displeased him. as a child, being the only heir of the Mikage, he had to bear all the expectations alone... therefore, his idea would be to at least have two children, not that he wants to share the expectations between them! simply as a child he suffered a lot from being the only child

✶ jealosy level: 4/10 (he's not the jealous type! he might only be more so in cases where he sees someone trying with you EXTREMELY too hard)

✶ flirtiness level: 6/10

✶ pet names: "babe" / "precious"

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— isagi yoichi

✶ even though on the field he seems to have bipolar disorder, isagi is literally one of the most possibily boyfriend in the entire verse in my opinion. he's just a chill guy who takes soccer a little too seriously, but hey, you love him for that reason right? yeah, absolutely yes

✶ he's someone who would be embarrassed by a kiss even after years and years of being in a relationship. at the beginning of your story, he had to take a lot of his courage just to ask you if he could hold your hand, but over time he got used to it. with kisses, well... he still gets embarrassed, even though he's often the one who initiates them. he's just a sweet coward in this things

✶ he is someone who, in my mind, cares a lot about gifts related to the phases of the relationship, such as those for the first month together, the six months and so on. not huge gifts, he keeps those more for more important dates, but gifts like letters, stuffed animals or bracelets found at random moments of the day and which immediately reminded him of you for some reason that only he knows

what would he post on socials ↓

✶ his concept of family is actually based a lot on what he had. he doesn't exactly have a preference on the number of children, one or five would be fine, he just knows that he will love them no matter what. getting married has never been a thought he's actually spent 5 minutes thinking about every now and then, but now with you he's pretty sure that asking you to spend your life with him is a great excuse to see you in the white dress

✶ jealosy level: 2/10

✶ flirtiness level: 3/10 (more in private, but absolutely not in public, he just can't do it)

✶ pet names: "cutie" / "y/n chan"

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— micheal kaiser

✶ your relationship is certainly interesting, maybe not one of the healthiest, but you can't say you don't care for each other. Kaiser definitely has some problems related to trusting or in any case "letting himself be discovered" by other people, but surely you are the closest person to him at the moment, hell, you are literally the emperor's girlfriend!. micheal knows very well that he is not a simple person and just the fact that you continue to not let him go, and he wouldn't blame you, means a lot. will he ever admit it? no, obviously not, because he also has a problem, or perhaps more than one, with expressing himself

✶ Ness, one way or another, will have to worship you too. Ness probably just wants to strangle you because you stole the little attention Kaiser gave him, but if Kaiser says he has to worship you like he would him, Ness will do it without a word. Kaiser doesn't even minimally accept someone saying anything remotely comparable to an insult to you, let's say his love language is to protect your respect. he wouldn't mind throwing a punch at someone who even called you "stupid", it's something he can't stand

✶ even if you are not cheering for him at the stadium when he plays, which is quite strange because you are there all the time, you already know beforehand that if he scores a goal, it will obviously be dedicated to you. it's something he always found beautiful when he was little, when he saw videos on public screens in Berlin: seeing then-famous footballers dedicate goals to their girlfriends seemed so exciting. he's the emperor now, right? he must repay his empress somehow for always being so good to him

what would he post on socials ↓

✶ well, we all know that Micheal didn't grow up with any concept of family, or rather, he never actually had one. having children actually scares him, and the same thing happens even if he just thinks about getting married. he is simply afraid, and indeed he is sure, that sooner or later everything would turn into what he experienced in Germany with his father. it would take a LOT of reassurance, and maybe therapy, to eventually have children and get married. he actually wouldn't be a bad father, because he knows what it's like to live in a toxic house with someone who doesn't really love you, and he doesn't want his heir to go through the same thing he went through when was a kid. Kaiser is not like his father, and never will be, and just the thought of being like this with his kids makes him vomit

✶ jealosy level: 8/10

✶ flirtiness level: 9/10

✶ pet names: "schatz" / "mein liebling" / "doll"

[fuckingrecipes]

Hey friend I basically learned to cook from you (you took all the intimidation out of it, and gave me my first meal that other people liked) so I come back like a decade later asking if you have any advice about knives. I don't love cooking but I recognize that the right tools make any task much more satisfying and also I am just so tired of my cheap knives going dull immediately so: what exactly is a "good knife"? Any advice on how to recognize one, and take care of it once acquired? Many many thanks.

Thank you so much, that's really heartwarming to hear <3

Regarding knives: I'm going to go over some basic care & maintenance that will help knives stay sharper, longer... and then some knife recommendations.

Always cut on a cutting board. Wood or plastic. Don't cut food against stone, metal, or glass as they'll fuck up the edge.

Don't use the sharp side of the knife to scrape food off the cutting board. If you wanna use the knife as a scraper, flip it over and use the non-sharpened edge.

Once or twice a year, sit down and sharpen all your knives.

Don't use those shitty little "knife sharpeners", they don't actually give the knife a good or stable edge. Instead, take 30 minutes to learn how to use a whetstone. They're shockingly easy to learn to use, and super effective. You can make a shitty $11 walmart knife razor sharp. Here's another video about it.

Ideally, you should hand wash and towel dry your knives right after you're finished prepping food with them. Best practice is to avoid leaving it in water to soak, and to avoid putting it in the dishwasher. Cleaning it immediately keeps the edge nice, longer, and heads off any rust or corrosion that can happen from leaving acidic juice on the metal.

ALL KNIVES need to be sharpened 2-3x per year if you're a home chef who cooks almost every night. 4-6 months of excellent sharpness, then becoming kinda dull, is normal for a good knife.

Even a $700 knife will eventually get dull and need sharpening, if you're using it frequently. Because knives are tools, they get used, and in being used the metal gets a little damaged. The edge rolls, dents, or gets chipped. So, it needs to be sharpened.

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This guy gives an EXCELLENT overview of knives.

You do not need to spend a ton of money for decent knives.

Victorinox and Mercer are solid workhorse brands that make good-quality knives, which you can get for between $20-$60 per knife. Really great for any home kitchen. Wusthof and Zwilling are a little more expensive, and even nicer quality. More expensive than that, and you're looking at high-carbon steels meant to be used by pros for hours and hours, every day. A home chef doesn't need that.

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There's a lot of specialty knives out there, but I always come back to the 8" chef's knife. Two chef's knives lets me cut raw meat with one, and everything else with the other.

I also have a cleaver and a bread knife for Melons/Bones and Bread respectively, and a small set of smooth-blade steak knives.

Tbh, most people think they have a shitty knife, but really they've just been using it for 3 years straight and never once sharpened it.

[hedgehog-moss]

(TW POLICE VIOLENCE)

France has been feeling like a police state this week, there were 5000 cops deployed in Paris yesterday (watch this video and tell me this is a normal amount of cops and they're behaving normally) and they keep acting like they have total immunity*, to beat up protesters, to arrest protesters, or just random people walking in the vicinity of a protest. My 70+-year-old dad tried to go to a peaceful protest and had to abandon the idea because of all the tear gas being used by police.

*Which they do—as Le Monde pointed out, the cops who are violent risk nothing because they can't be identified because almost none of them wear their identification number even though it's supposed to be mandatory. They're not being penalised for not wearing them, so why should they?

If you can stomach it, please have a look at the photos and videos on this Twitter account documenting French police brutality against protesters—as I write this, the most recent tweet is about a journalist who was beaten up by a BRAV-M cop* using his steel baton; he had his head cracked open and his hand broken.

(* BRAV-M is a motorised repression corps��cops on bikes—a unit that was dissolved in 1986 after some of them beat a student to death, who wasn't even attending a protest but walking near one. Macron changed the unit's name, from Voltigeurs to BRAV-M, and reestablished it to suppress the Yellow Vests protests. This week, a BRAV-M cop deliberately drove over a 19-year-old's leg at a protest after chasing him on his bike. The victim said he heard a cop say to others "Smash him." Another BRAV-M punched a protester unconscious on March 20. And today Le Monde published an article about BRAV-M cops being recorded bragging about "breaking elbows and faces.")

In Paris last week the CRS arrested a 14-year-old kid because they took him for a dangerous black bloc protester I guess?? A child spent a night in police custody without knowing why. They've also arrested several 15 / 16 year-olds. Let's teach the youth what happens when you exercise your right to protest!

On March 16th in Paris, within one evening, they arrested 292 people, and 283 were released without charges, which means they're mass-arresting people for peaceful protests as a strategy of intimidation. The student I mentioned in my post the other day, who spent 48 hours in custody and was eventually charged for refusing to have his DNA samples taken and filed, asked the cops why they were arresting him + 4 other people who were walking down the same street and they said "Because you look like fucking leftists."

The government tells us "We fully support our brave police forces" when the cops are arresting people for "looking like leftists." How are we still a democracy? The guy also mentioned that during the time he spent at the police station, the police was mostly arresting Maghrebis, though they made an exception for him, a Black guy. There are videos from the past week of cops beating up women, tear gassing protesters in the face from 20cm away, kicking protesters in the face when they're already on the ground, crushing their heads under their boot, brutalising a homeless man and old ladies, tear gassing crowds with young children in them. I'm having trouble finding links to these specific incidents I remember because there are so many videos circulating.

Look at this video, they're violently striking the back of people's heads with steel batons even when the protesters are already going in the direction they're told to. The little old lady shoved around and trying to protect her head from the strikes is breaking my heart.

Surely at the point when enforcers of state authority are arresting middle schoolers, beating up citizens for exercising their rights and gassing and pepper spraying elderly people, children and babies in strollers, the government might want to make some sort of statement condemning this state of affairs, but instead they have been telling us they're proud of & grateful for their police forces, which of course angers people and makes protests more violent. The Minister of the Interior, who supervises the police, praises them wholeheartedly and excuses all instances of deliberate brutality as 'isolated incidents' due to 'tiredness'.

Here's a thread in English describing a protester's experience—"Yesterday (March 23) the level of arbitrary police violence clearly leveled up. I was tear gassed three times without being able to move in a very dense crowd; policemen took advantage that people were unable to move more than 20cm to pounce on us and bludgeon us in a totally arbitrary manner." (you can see an example of this behaviour in this video from a different protest)

Yesterday, after a day of nationwide protests that brought a fresh new wave of video evidence of cops beating up protesters and making reckless use of tear gas—at the end of a day when a special ed teacher at a protest got her thumb torn off by a tear gas grenade—this is what the French Prime Minister said:

They're not even trying to play it off like "both sides made mistakes" they're telling us they condone everything the police is doing, that this is what they're deploying them for:

(screencap from this video)

(this is from this video, in which you can hear a woman screaming "Stop it! You're strangling him! You have no right! I'm filming you!" The cops don't seem to care about being filmed. They're beating up citizens with the government's full blessing after all.)

Macron's government is trying to intimidate people into giving up their right to protest, by deploying cops in huge numbers and publicly voicing complete support for their behaviour, by allowing them to beat and arrest hundreds of people and to use tear gas indiscriminately. Tear gas has been completely normalised as a means of state violence, it's very practical that it doesn't leave traces of blood or broken bones I guess, but it's still violence, it burns, it's a chemical whose effects on people's health we don't know a lot about.

^ Paris (from this vid; caption: "one tear gas grenade after the other")

Macron condescendingly told us there's no "magic money" which is why the pension reform is needed, but he did find the money to stockpile these apparently unlimited amounts of tear gas grenades to suppress protests against his reform to make poor people work longer.

^ Nantes (screencap from a vid in which the cops throw three or four grenades at once and you can hear people say "oh come on, seriously? this is crazy. Why? go fuck yourselves" in a tired tone)

We've also found out yesterday that three Corsican MPs were pressured not to support the Assembly's no-confidence vote against the government—by being told if they didn't vote it, a teaching hospital would be built in Corsica.

The island of Corsica is the only region of France that doesn't have a teaching hospital; due to lack of medical resources Corsicans often have to travel to mainland France for healthcare. Just last month the Minister of Health said sorry, still no teaching hospital for Corsica, it's just not possible right now. Then last week some "magic money" was apparently found to build it but only if the Corsican MPs didn't support the no-confidence vote. I know this kind of thing isn't exactly unique in politics but Macron has been slashing hospital budgets to the point that 20% of French hospital beds are closed due to lack of staff, and he used the health of 340,000 French citizens as a bribe to save his ass. The three Corsican MPs ended up voting in favour of the no-confidence vote despite of that, as it was what their constituents wanted (honour to them). Macron's government survived the no-confidence vote by only 9 votes.

Whatever legitimacy Macron has as a President right now is being clung to by MP corruption and police repression. How do we move forwards knowing that, I don't know. How does he have legitimacy to govern on any issues after the way he handled this reform and the following protests? His police forces are drowning city centres in tear gas, a chemical whose effect on birds and other fauna is not known, and we're supposed to listen to him talk about the environment? They're wasting thousands of litres of water using water cannons to disperse protesters, and we're supposed to listen to him talk about low groundwater levels and how we need to save water? I was going to say, what about his legitimacy abroad but other Western governments don't seem too bothered so far by his handling of the protests—though I'm grateful that Amnesty International did condemn it, and that a Belgian deputy made a speech in Parliament this week asking his government to condemn Macron's use of violent police repression.

[Wait, I just saw that as I was writing this post, the Council of Europe condemned the "excessive use of force" in France. Saying that 'sporadic acts of violence' of some protesters can't 'justify the excessive use of force by agents of the State' or 'deprive peaceful protesters of their right to freedom of assembly'. This is the opposite framing as the one our government is standing by—sporadic acts of violence by cops that are either justified or excusable—it's refreshing.]

Between that and Charles III cancelling his visit (and lots of tourists cancelling trips to Paris which is bound to piss off the tourism industry) and our own media waking up and starting to talk about the government's brutality, I hope Macron starts being held accountable. He has been fanning the flames of this crisis at every turn, by telling us that the crowds protesting in the street have 'no legitimacy', by sending cops to break strikes even though striking is a Constitutional right (but the only part of the Constitution he cares about is the one that starts with 49.3), by condemning the protesters when asked to condemn police violence—saying "When [protesters] use violence, unregulated, absolute, we're no longer in a Republic." I agree, but he's describing himself.

When you resort to using article 49.3 to bypass the National Assembly for the 11th time this term to impose a reform that 70% of the country is against (and 93% of working people) that will force the poorer classes of the population to work longer, and your only response to people's distress at being told to work until they die is to force them to accept it by allowing your police forces to beat up protesters, to arrest them and to gas them, you have failed as a democratic leader.

The next organised protest and strike is next Tuesday (if you want to give something to the strike solidarity fund, here it is); in the meantime spontaneous protests are still erupting pretty much every day and cops are getting burnt out (good! There are fun videos from yesterday's protests of cops accidentally tear gassing one another, or a police car accidentally running into another as people laugh and clap.) And yes some protesters are getting more extreme and destructive, but Macron is the one choosing to stand by his reform at all costs and let this country burn. And when I look at what we're being expected to tolerate and to normalise, I'm kind of proud that French people's gut reaction was "burn it all."

Some popular Twitter hashtags for the protests:

#ToutCramer - Burn everything #CensurePopulaire - People's no-confidence vote #MacronDémission - Macron resign #OnLâcheRien - We won't cede an inch.

[justmeinadaze]

Ying & Yang Part 4 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Older Daddy Eddie (Late 30s)/ Older Dom Mr. Harrington (Late 30s) & Younger Fem Sub Y/N (mid 20s), SMUT, dirty talk, light spanking, light punishment, light choking, praise, FLUFF

ANGST, Harrington goes MIA, tries to intimidate reader and throws a tantrum with Eddie, mentions of Steve's dad and his struggle with relationships. Protective Edward Munson <3. I think that's all.

Word Count: 5232

Series Masterlist/ Donate to Me

Steve’s head shot up when he heard your familiar giggle at the party he was attending. 

A couple of months passed since his surprise visit for Eddie’s launch and equally surprising departure. His best friend called him multiple times but Steve just didn’t know how to respond. The messages his best friend left on his machine tore him apart as he replayed them over and over just to hear his voice. 

“Hey Steve. It’s Ed. I know you got a lot going on right now but if you could give me a call or text and let me know you’re alright. Y/N and I haven’t heard from you and we’re just a bit concerned. I, um, I love you, man. Talk to you soon.”

One night about a couple of days after the calls stopped, Steve swung open the door incredibly disheveled and coming face to face with you. His normally styled hair was frayed every which way and his button up shirt was hanging off one of his shoulders. 

“Y/N, hey. Hey, honey. What are you doing here? Is Eddie with you?”

“No… I came on my own to check on you. You don’t answer your phone and he’s really worried, Steve.”

The sound of glass clanking in his apartment had you both looking as a young lady in her bra and panties placed her glass of wine back down on the table. 

“As you can see, I’m fine so tell Ed not to panic. I’ll call him when I’m free.”

Your defensive nature and care for the man you love took over as you stood up straighter. 

“You seem free now. Why don’t you take a minute and at least send him a text.”

“I have company.”, he growled as his eyes narrowed. 

“Hm. Well, playboy, if we wait for you to NOT have company we’d never hear from you again.”

“What’s the matter, little girl? Jealous? Fuck off, Y/N.”

As he starts to shut the door, you smack your hand against it holding it open. 

“I don’t care where you stick your dick, Steven, but I do care about how you treat Eddie. He loves you very much and you’re his best friend. If you don’t want to fuck me anymore, that’s fine. If you don’t want to fuck him anymore, that’s fine. But don’t you dare cast him aside like he’s nothing after everything he’s done for you!”

His eyes darken as he takes a few steps forward backing you out of the doorframe. 

“Last time I checked, I don’t report to you. Now this is the last time I’m going to say this. Fuck. OFF!”

You jump as he shouts out his last word and this time you voluntarily take a step back. 

“What about Daddy? He needs us both.”

“Daddy knows where he can find me.”, he replies with distain before slamming the door in your face. 

Since then neither of you had tried to reach out to him, going radio silent on your socials as well. He missed you both so much but things needed to stay as they were. The thing was…Eddie always answered his calls whether it be day or night but now he wasn’t. Eddie texted him throughout the day to tell him certain things and that had stopped as well. He did try and initiate conversation a couple of days after your visit but neither of you answered. 

When he heard your laugh, he thought he was dreaming again. Steve dreamt of you and his best friend every night. But when he pushed the girl he had been making out with off his lap and went towards the sound, there you were smiling at something Eddie was whispering to you as he held you close his chest. 

“Hey guys.”

Both sets of eyes met his and he felt like he could melt into the floor with how beautiful you looked tonight in your dark red, elegant dress that had sleeves that rested on your biceps showing of your soft, tanned arms and a slit up to your thigh that had Steve wanting to fall to his knees to kiss up your leg. 

Eddie, as always, looked equally delicious with his all-black suit that screamed he was in control tonight of not only everyone in the room but you later that night when you both got to your hotel. 

“Hey, Steven. How have you been? We haven’t been able to get a hold of you.”, Eddie replied nonchalantly as he took a sip from the glass he was holding. 

“Yeah, um, I’ve just been really busy with work and—”

“Women?”, the music producer chuckles as he gestures behind his friend towards the wide-eyed girl he had just been making out with. 

“Yeah, I mean, you know how I am.”, Steve breathily laughs as he turns back around. 

“That I do.”

The businessman blinked at his friend’s slightly cold response before focusing his attention on you. 

“How have you been, Y/N?”

“She’s been good.”

At Eddie’s interruption, Steve stood up straighter as his ego started to take over. 

“Can she not answer?”

“No, she can, but baby girl here told me you were rude the last time you spoke with her and came back home crying in my arms. You hurt the woman I love, Mr. Harrington. I won’t allow you to do it again.”

They glared at each other as your boyfriend kept a protective arm secured around your waist. 

“You were right. Daddy knew exactly where to find you; at a party with some random partner’s tongue down your throat while you bury your feelings and avoid being happy. Have a nice evening.”

With that, he turned away from his best friend and led you towards another part of the building. 

***

“Eddie, he’s going to make a fool out of himself and do something he can’t take back.”, you whispered in his ear as you watched Steve knock back another shot before making out again with a different girl at his side. 

“Hm. He already did when he scared you which is why he’s acting like this.”, your boyfriend replied casually.

“He didn’t scare me. I said I was worried because he seemed so different than the man you introduced me to. I’m not afraid of either you.” At your last sentence, his eyes met yours as you stuck out your tongue in jest making him chuckle. “Baby, I know how much you love me and how protective you are. It’s one of my favorite things about you. You always say I come first but don’t forget, honey, you’re his Daddy to.”

As you speak, his soft chocolate eyes take you in as he absorbs what you’re saying before heavily sighing and pressing his forehead to yours. 

“What did an asshole like me do to get a perfect angel like you?”

“I imagine it was some satanic ritual that involved a sword of some kind.”, you tease causing his face to light up as the smile you fell in love stretches across his face. 

As quickly as it appeared, it was quickly wiped away when the sound of a subtle gasp and hard smack echoed through the room. 

“Fuck you, Steve Harrington!”, the girl shouted before her heels clacked against the floor away from the businessman as he laughed drunkenly. 

You began to step forward but Eddie hastily took hold of your wrist and pulled you along behind him as he headed where he knew you wanted to go. 

“Steven, get up.”

The man laughed again as he adjusted his body to face you both. 

“Naw. I think I’m good right where I am.”

“I didn’t ask if you were comfortable. I told you to get up and this is the last time I’m going to say it. Get. UP.”

Steve did stand but placed himself in front of Eddie till their noses were mere centimeters apart. 

“What gives you the right to think you can fucking order me around, Edward?’

“Because you’re mine and misbehaving. Good boys get to party, drink, and have a good time. Bad boys get sent home and punished.”

“Fuck you. I don’t belong to anyone.”, he growled but his eyebrows furrowed slightly as if his own words hurt him. 

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way; you decide, little boy.”

His amber irises scanned his friend’s hardened features before glancing over at you. You were being a good girl, waiting for Daddy’s next instruction but even he could tell you were extremely tense. 

You were worried about them both. 

“Fuck you, Eddie. Just let me be me and you go back to your happy life in LA.”, Steve sighed as he swiveled his body to sit back down. 

Before he could, however, your boyfriend grabbed his bicep and tugged him towards the exit. 

“Come on, baby! I guess we’re doing this the hard way.”

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The entire car ride back to Steve’s place, Eddie murmured instructions to you mostly making sure you were comfortable and felt safe. 

“Usually, I’m pretty gentle with him but this may require a bit of a rougher touch. I want you to stay on the sidelines until I say otherwise but if at any point you get scared or feel uncomfortable just say ‘Red’, sweetheart.”

“Ok, Daddy.”, you coo as you lean your head against his shoulder. “I love you and he loves you to. Don’t forget that.”

His soft eyes meet yours before tenderly kissing your forehead. 

“Come on, man. Let’s talk about this tomorrow or some shit.”, Steve whined as Eddie continued to push him down the hallway towards his bedroom. “I’m fucking exhausted.”

His best friend continued to remain silent as he complained, shoving him into the bathroom and turning on the shower. You noticed immediately it wasn’t steaming like it had the last time you showered here but the other boy wasn’t paying attention, completely taken off guard when he was pushed into the standing shower and cold water drenched him. 

“Jesus fucking Christ! Are you fucking kidding me?!” Hitting Eddie’s arm to get him to let go worked for a millisecond before he grabbed his collar with his free hand and pushed Steve to his knees. “This is a $3500 suit, asshole!”

“And mine is $2000. Any other pearls of wisdom you want to share, little boy?!”, the man bellowed as held him in place under the water. “You didn’t want to have this conversation the easy way so we’re doing it my way. We could have done this any number of ways, Steven, but you chose to scream and intimidate Y/N. You disappeared the morning after you surprised us with a visit like we were one of your common whores you fuck on any given night. You don’t answer your phone so I’m fucking done.”

You watch as Steve tries to get the upper hand but even you know how much physically stronger Eddie was. While they both went to the gym and worked out, the long-haired boy kept up with his routine better than the other.

The businessman got a good smack to his friend’s cheek but Eddie managed to wrangle his wrists and pin them above his head. 

“If I had known you fucking my girlfriend would turn you into a prick like your dad I never would have suggested it!”

Both their movements ceased and under his damp hair, you saw Steve’s jaw tighten. As if he had been holding back, he pushed against the other boy’s hold and used both palms to shove him hard against the other wall before opening the glass shower door and stomping towards the bedroom. 

You offered him a towel but he didn’t even look your way, water coating the floor as he walked past. Running ahead of him, you shut his bedroom door and blocked it with your frame. 

“Steve, please. Talk to us.”

 “Fuck you.”, he growled.

Equally wet, Eddie came around the corner and shoved his friend away from you. 

“You don’t talk to her that way.”

“Then tell her to fucking move and you both get out of my house.”

“You know, this didn’t have to be so complicated, Steven. If you didn’t want to be in a relationship with either of us that’s fine. We could have gone back to how things were or just been platonic with each other. We didn’t have to play THIS game.” 

“He can’t go back to that.”, you answer for him. “Can you? Because you care about us to.”

When his honey irises met yours, you knew you were right.

“She asked you something. Answer her.”

“I don’t answer to her.”, Steve remarked with attitude as he glared at his friend once more. 

“Yeah but you answer to me. Do you care about us?”

Both their dominance oozed from them and a shaky breath left your lips at the sight. Daddy and Mr. Harrington were about to go toe to toe so you stepped out of the way and took a seat on the bed as you watched their dynamic unfold. 

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“Do you care about us?”, Eddie repeats. “I do. You were always so good to me and the first person to actually make me feel like I could put my wall down. That night in Vegas when you kissed me, I didn’t even think twice about it when I let you make love to me against that glass window.”

“Fuck, baby, so fucking tight. It’s ok. It’s ok. I got you.”

“Mmph…s-s-so fucking big.”

“I know, I know, honey. Do you think you can take a bit more of me?” When Eddie only nodded, the businessman roughly grabbed his cheeks between his fingers and grunted angrily into his ear. “Verbally answer me.”

“Y-Yes, Sir. I want more. Please give me more. Oh f-fuck.”

“Good boy. Just keep your hands pressed against the glass and I’ll give you what you need.”

Steve’s eyes fluttered at the confession and the memory before he took a step closer with a mocking smirk on his face. 

“Aw, little Munson thought we were making love? No, honey. I fucked you that night and you loved it. Just like every other night after. That’s why we do what we do. You need me to fuck you and put you in your place.”

“Oh, is that why we do what we do? I thought you needed me to help take care of you when you’re feeling fucking low and to remind you that you’re not the fucking asshole, idiot playboy everyone including your dad thinks you are!”

Steve’s hand clings to Eddie’s bicep as both his arms and body cage him in against the couch while he delivers slow, firm strokes as he thrusts his cock deep into the man beneath him. 

“Yes, Daddy. Just like that.”

The music producer’s lips kiss parts of his friend’s back to his shoulders before resting his chin by his ear.

“Just like that, sweetheart? You like the way Daddy fucks you? Yeah, so fucking good. You look so fucking handsome like this taking my cock. Jesus. I know how to make you cum undone, baby. I got you.”

“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you so much. Fuck!”

“It’s not just the sex, Steve. Even you told Y/N I’ve pulled you back from the edge a time or two.

The businessman sits on his bed as he knocks back another glass before refilling it again with the bottle of whisky by his bed. Eddie slides a chair nearby in front him, watching him with careful eyes as he takes a sip. 

“I worked really fucking hard on that prototype for 2 years and my father just swoops and creates a cheaper version in 3 months.”, Steve chuckles sarcastically as tears leave his eyes. “Why, man? Why does he do this? He doesn’t fucking care about other people…”

“Hey, hey. It’s ok.”, his friend coos as he takes a seat beside him and presses his head to his chest as he wraps his arms around him. “Like you said, Steve, he doesn’t care about anyone but himself. I’ve seen all the hard work you put into this. Release it and let people make their own decisions. I’m sure it won’t take them long to realize which product his better.”

“Thank you for coming over, Eddie.”

“Of course, sweetheart.”, he whispers as he continues to play with his hair. 

“Please, Mr. High and Mighty! If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have even shown up for that first date with Y/N!”

Your boyfriend’s eyes widen as the flick in your direction. 

“Why are you so fucking nervous?”, Steve laughs as his friend disappears from the frame to dig around in this closet. “From what you told me, you were suave as hell asking this girl out.”

“It’s because fate was working in my favor. What do you think of this?”, he asks as he flashes him a couple of shirts. “Fuck, maybe I shouldn’t go.”

“Eddie! Calm down and sit.”, he commands as he waits for the man to do what he says. 

“She’s different than the other girls we meet, Harrington, I can tell.”

“That’s good because your ex was fucking awful.”, he chuckles. “Honey, just be yourself and I promise she’ll fall head over heels.”

“That actually comforts me to know you were nervous. You were a bit intimidating the first time we met. You had me the first time you smiled at me though.”, you grin softly his way causing him to flash you one in return. 

When his gaze finds Steve again a thought hits him before he shrugs and reaches for your hand.

“Come on, baby girl. Let’s head back to our hotel.”

The businessman’s eyebrows furrow in confusion as he watches Eddie pull you towards the bedroom door. 

“But Daddy…”

“No buts, princess. If Mr. Harrington doesn’t want us here then that’s fine. We can maintain our distance until he’s ready to talk to us.”

Clinging to him, you allow him to guide you but a few steps from his front door you hear shoes squeak against the wood before Steve slides to your sides, cups Eddie’s cheeks, and passionately kisses his lips. 

It was rough and needy as he held him to him and their tongues danced together before the pretty boy fell to his knees to hastily unbuckle the other man’s pants. 

This was the first time you were seeing them do something so intimate and you didn’t want to intrude, standing out of the way until Eddie gestured you to his side. His arm wrapped around you and you both watched as Steve wrapped his mouth around your boyfriend’s semi hard cock. 

“Fuck, baby.”

“Does his mouth feel good, Daddy?”, you whisper in his ear as you circle your arms around his neck and your fingers play with his hair. 

“Yeah, sweetheart. So—mmph—warm and wet. He knows how to use his tongue.”

“He does.”, you smile as you kiss his cheek. 

“D-Do you like it, baby? Seeing Stevie suck Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Jesus Christ, I love you.”, Eddie whimpers as his lips crash to yours. 

Feeling his nose scrunch, you lean away from him as he pants against your lips while the other man takes him as far down his throat as he can; the gags of his throat making your pussy clench. 

“Why don’t you help him, Y/N?”

“I don’t want to get in the way.”, you murmur. 

Fingers roughly grip your face as your boyfriend forces you look his way. 

“Don’t ever let me hear you say that again. You are never in the way, baby.”

Nodding and giving him another soft kiss, you sink to your knees and lightly pet Steve’s head with your own fingers. Silently, he moved out of your way to allow you to take Eddie’s dick into your mouth as his tongue flicked and sucked his balls.

“Thaaaat’s it. Fuck, that feels so good.”

The two of you work in tandem, taking turns before Steve abruptly wraps his hand around your throat to keep you still and kisses your lips with Eddie tip between your tongues. 

“Goddamn it, Steven.”

After grabbing his collar, your boyfriend hoisted his friend to a standing position and you eagerly followed as he led him to the kitchen counter nearby. Wrapping your arms around his neck, Steve lifted you onto the marble and tore off your dress as Eddie aggressively pulled off both their suits. 

A whimper you had never heard before left the businessman’s mouth and you tilted back to see Eddie gripping his shoulder as he gradually slid into the man in front of him. With his palms placed on either side of you, his head hung as he bit his bottom lip.

To you they both looked incredibly sexy. 

With Eddie it was like being on the outside looking in and watching what his dominance looked like on someone else. His beautiful chocolate eyes were dark with need and care as his fingers clung to Steve’s waist. The veins and muscles on his arms were more definite as he thrust into him with water still stuck to his tattooed chest that you desperately wanted to lick off. 

Watching this new side of Steve was an experience. The way his mouth fell open and the whimpers Eddie pulled from him had your pussy dripping. To see him be vulnerable like this made your submissive side desperately want to praise and coddle him which you did as you scooted your body closer to his so he could rest his head against your shoulder. 

You couldn’t wait to see what Eddie looked like this way. 

“Does Daddy feel good?”, you asked in that little girl tone that drove them both crazy. 

“Mmph—yes, honey. So fucking good.”

“Daddy likes being told. You should tell him how good he’s making you feel.”

As he cranes his neck, your boyfriend circles his palm around his throat and kisses his lips. 

“Your cock f-feels…so good…Daddy. So deep.”

“My cock feels good, little boy? You know what didn’t feel good? Us worrying about you. Wondering if you were ok and you not answering my fucking calls.”, Eddie growled as his palm spanked Steve’s ass making him moan. “Watching Y/N worry and then seeing her cry when she came home after what—mmm—you said to her.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”, he panted out as his eyes met yours. “I’m sorry. I-I-I was scared. I was so fucking scared.”

When his head fell into the nook between your neck and shoulder, your arms held on to him as he continued to apologize causing Eddie to stop moving. 

“I’m sorry for being such an asshole. I didn’t mean to scare you either. I just…” Cupping his cheeks in your hands, you leaned your forehead against his. “I’ve never had anyone in life long enough to care about me and definitely no one like you two.”

Your eyes lock with Eddie’s and as if you read each other’s minds, he carefully pulls out of Steve and you hop down from the counter with the businessman’s massive palm guiding you down. 

Holding his hand, you walk with him back to his bedroom.

“Be careful of the water, Mr. Harrington.”, you say in your little voice that makes him softly smile. “Did you know I used to be afraid to? Of losing Daddy.”

Shaking his head, he watches you with careful eyes as you fall flat on your back in his bed and guide him till his whole frame is on top of you. 

“My last few relationships weren’t bad per say but I’ve never met anyone like Eddie. He’s so confident, sweet, and just so passionate about everything especially me.”, you giggle. “The first time I saw him smile, I knew I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life and that scared me.”

As your boyfriend kneels beside the bed, he pets your head as he kisses your forehead. Reaching between your bodies, you take hold of Steve’s cock and run the tip between your folds causing a little moan to leave his lips. 

“Do you know what helped calm me?”, you whisper as he shakes his head once more. “The way he talked about you.”

Opening your legs wider, you both groan as you help slowly guide his length into your entrance. 

“Fuck me.”

“Steve, Eddie loves you so much and takes care of you in more ways than you know. You should hear the way he b-brags about you and—mmm—how much you mean to him.” The man’s head fell beside yours as he did little thrusts to push his cock deeper into you and with every warm pant of his breath, your pussy clenched tighter around him. “No matter what, sweetheart, he’s always going to be there for you because you were always there for him. E-Even if you told him to fuck off, he’d still protect you. That’s the kind of man he is.”

As your eyes rolled back and fluttered tightly closed, you felt Eddie climb onto the bed and Steve still slightly before his grunt of pleasure against your neck caused you to open them again just in time to see your boyfriend slide his cock into the man between you both. 

“H-He—ahhhh—wouldn’t have introduced me to you this way if he th-thought I’d hurt you. We’re both here for you. Oh my God.”

Eddie leaned down pressing his chest against Steve to reach your lips. 

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you to. Does he feel good, Daddy?”

“Shit. Yeah, he does.” After placing a kiss on his cheek, Steve catches the other man’s head and locks his lips with his own. “Everything’s ok, sweetheart. I promise. I-I’ll always be here for you.”

“Me to.”, you murmur as you softly smile and caress his face. 

Biting his bottom lip and falling completely on top of you, Steve roughly slams his hips into yours pushing his cock deep inside you while thrusting Eddie further into him. The bed underneath you shakes with the force as your fingers thread through his damp hair. 

“That’s it, Steve. FUCK! Make my good girl cum.”

A loud repetitive string of uhs echo through the room as he animalistically pumps into your cunt till your body trembles and you cum hard, squeezing his length like a vice as he pushes up onto his palms to roll his hips till you feel his release warm you. 

“Good—mmm fuck—good boy. Where do you want my cum, baby?” When the boy doesn’t respond, Eddie pulls his hair to lift his head till his lips hover over his ear. “Come on, sweet boy. Where do you want Daddy to cum? You want Daddy to fill you up?”

“P-Please, yes, Daddy. Cum inside me.”, Steve whimpered and you watched with half lidded eyes as Eddie panted into the other man’s open mouth till his rhythm stuttered, pumping his release into the man beneath him. 

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Steve wasn’t sure when he fell asleep but when he woke up the sun was just barely peeking through his curtains. Hearing music and realizing neither of you were in his bed, he grabbed a pair of his sweats and went on the hunt. 

The smell of bacon hit his nose as soon as he entered his living area and his eyes landed on you with your back to him as you swayed to the beat in one of his button up shirts. A soft melody begins to play and you perk up as you run to Eddie who was by the stove with a spatula in his hand. 

“Baby girl, I’m busy.”, he chuckles. 

“Oh, come on, grumpy. I love this song.”, you tease as you circle your arms around his neck and he leans his forehead on yours. 

Your palms reach up to cup his cheeks and he watches as his friend practically glows before kissing your lips. Turning your head, you notice Steve standing off to the side and let Eddie go to place yourself in front of him. 

“You've been fighting the memory, all on your own

Nothing worsens, nothing grows

I know how it feels being by yourself in the rain

We all need someone to stay.”

As you wrap your arms around his waist, he presses your head into his warm chest and rests his cheek on your hair. 

“You were alone, left out in the cold

Clinging to the ruin of your broken home

Too lost and hurting to carry your load

We all need someone to hold.”

“I’m sorry I made you cry, honey.”

“Hear the falling and lonely, cry out

Will you fix me up? Will you show me hope?

The end of the day and we're helpless

Can you keep me close? Can you love me?”

“I forgive you.”, you reply into his skin making him laugh as he releases you from his grip and caresses your bottom lip with his thumb. “I love you. You don’t have to say it back right now or anything. Just—”

As you had started to walk away, Steve pulled on your wrist and brought your mouth to his.

“I love you to.”

Your grin grows as you kiss him again before leading him into the kitchen and hopping back up on the counter. 

“You don’t have a lot of food in that castle you call a fridge but I managed to put something together here.”, Eddie conveyed sarcastically as he flipped the bacon and reached over to turn off the stove. 

“I’m sorry for being so stubborn and saying the things I said last night.” The long-haired boy turned to face him as Steve scanned him over. “I’m sorry for…me.”, he chuckles. 

Eddie blinks as he nods, glancing your way before finally speaking. 

“I forgive you. We don’t have to jump right in, Steve. We can take this one step at a time and—”

You beamed as the businessman reached for the other man’s face and pressed a firm kiss to his lips. 

“You calm down over there.”, Eddie lightly scolds without looking your way when he hears your legs kicks up like an excited child. 

“This is all new to me.”, Steve starts as he gestured between the three of you. “Not just the… or the us both being dominate…but being in a relationship in general. I love you to and I’m willing to try. I trust you both.”

“How about we start with breakfast and go from there?” 

Nodding, Steve takes the plate that’s handed to him and heads towards the couch where he normally eats if he’s home but as he starts to pick at the food, his arms lift in surprise when you crawl over him to sit on his lap. Softly smiling, he lowers them around you and continues to eat until Eddie walks by to slide more food in front of him. 

“She’s going to pick at it. Trust me.”

When he playfully pokes your nose, you pretend to bite his finger making Steve chuckle behind you. 

“Hey Steven?”, Eddie calls as he throws himself down on the other side of the sofa.

“Hm?”

“I love you to.”, he grins before tossing Steve an equally playful wink. 

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Wrong Number 2

Someone said they liked when authors put their super-specific jobs in fics so I hope ya like Steve havin a (kinda romanticized) past job of mine.

For the first time in his life, Steve felt like the stereotypical young person who was always glued to his phone. Every time it made a noise or vibrated, his arm shot out like lightning, hoping with every fiber of his being that it was the mystery number.

It had been about five days since he'd sent that first message and he'd been worried about their conversations being stale. But that wasn't an issue. The only times their talks lulled was when they went to bed.

And even that was after texting late into the night. Steve would watch the clock go from 9 to 10 and promise to get to sleep at a reasonable hour. And then it would be midnight and what was a few minutes after that? Then he'd look up and it would be 2 in the morning.

Texting this guy had become the highlight of Steve's days. To the point where he didn't even realize Friday had come until one of his students mentioned it.

Then, purely out of habit, he asked: "Any weekend plans?"

"I've got a soccer game", Zach answered.

"My parents are having date night", Belinda said.

And normally Steve himself would be thinking about going out and finding someone for the night. But the idea hadn't come to him for once. He knew why, but he didn't fully process it until he got home to Robin, who was in the middle of cooking breakfast for dinner it seemed.

Steve was in the middle of replying to a text sent during lunch.

(12:15) I just realized you know about my off the wall job (12:17) But I have no idea what your 9 to 5 is (12:18) Your legally required to tell me if ur famous (12:18) Not bc im a clout chaser (12:19) But bc I might not have a clue who you are

[4:13] Not famous. Don't worry. I'm a teacher.

(4:15) As a former student I apologize

Robin opened the cabinet, looking for pancake mix. “Are you and that girl still texting?”

“Me and the who?”, Steve looked up from his phone.

“That girl? I assume you're finally setting up a date for this weekend?"

"She-" Steve racked his brain for a good excuse. But it was hard to do when the person who knew him the most was staring right at him.

"Whatever flaws of hers you're about to make up, I'm gonna call bullshit because your phone hasn't stopped pinging for days." She started mixing the pancake batter.

Steve looked down at the words on his screen. The one flaw of this guy was that they couldn't meet in person. But maybe it was time to close the distance just a bit.

"She's shy. Might just text a bit more before she's ready."

[4:19] No need for sorries. All my kids are great. But that's probably because I teach their favorite class.

(4:21) Oooh their favorite? (4:21) It's gotta be something like art rite? (4:22) Or are you being a smart ass cuz you teach like calculus or something?

[4:23] I teach cooking 😛

(4:23) Oh shit. (4:24) You're actually the favorite

[4:25] Toldja. Hey quick question and then possibly many more questions.

(4:26) Go ooooon

[4:27] How would you feel about spending the night playing 20 questions? Like are you free tonight?

Eddie bit his lip as he looked at Steve's words. He had picked his shifts this weekend to make sure he had plenty of time to talk to Steve. Which meant he was in fact free tonight. He replied as such and Steve said he wanted a little time to take a shower and then he'd be ready.

And because he was a little shit, Eddie took advantage of him being away from his phone.

(4:35) Since you're in the shower, I'm taking the first question. Boxers or briefs?

[4:54] Cheater. And I prefer boxer briefs. My turn?

(4:55) Go for it

Eddie was curled up on his couch, tv low and in the background as he waited for Steve's question.

[4:55] What's your name?

(4:56) THATS your first question? (4:56) Wait we've been texting for days haven't you saved my number? (4:57) What do you have me as?

Steve bit his lip, wishing he could lie to this guy, but he couldn’t. Instead he sent a screenshot of his phone.

(4:59) Misty? That’s the name of the chick?

[5:00] Yeah. But I guess I should put your actual name now, right?

It was a gamble. But this guy already knew Steve’s name. And by this point they’d been texting for nearly a week. He just wanted to know his name. He pushed back the part of himself that said he needed to know.

(5:00) It's Eddie.

Eddie. The guy he'd been talking to was named Eddie. Eddie with the long curly hair and the chunky rings who threw axes for a living. He was a far cry from the soft girls he usually dated. Or the preppy guys he usually dated.

(5:02) Favorite bug?

The question threw Steve for a moment but he decided to humor him.

[5:04] Bees 🐝I like how fuzzy they are. And I like honey. [5:05] What rings do you have?

A couple minutes later, Eddie replied with an image. It was taken from above and showed his hands lying flat on a coffee table. Steve zoomed to make out the details of each ring. He was also able to see a watch and a couple of wristbands on him.

[5:08] How did you take that picture? With your mouth? 🦭

(5:09) Did you did you just compare me to a seal???

[5:09] What other animal catches things in their mouths?

'I can be an animal with my mouth'. Thankfully, Eddie's fingers weren't as fast as his brain and he didn't send that to Steve. Eddie had in fact put his phone in his mouth the take the picture, having a real 'no thoughts, head empty moment' when Steve asked about his rings.

Steve was letting his own mind wander as he gazed at the picture. Eddie's hands were...his hands were...well they were-

(5:10) Favorite youtuber?

The adoration of Eddie's hands were interrupted by Eddie himself as their question and answers continued. The picture continued as well. Steve sent pics of his favorite pair of shoes, his hair products, and of his neck when Eddie said he didn't believe he had all these moles.

Eddie had sent pictures of one arm, covered in tats, his acoustic guitar, and a super worn copy of Peter Pan.

The hour was growing late and both of them were feeling more bold but at the same time hesitant because it felt like they were close to crossing a line.

Needing an outside opinion, Eddie consulted with The Council (the discord server with his band mates) about whether or not he should shoot his shot. Gareth told him to go for it, what harm could it do? Grant said to do it because it could potentially be the funniest catfishing story. Jeff agreed that he should, if only because their guitarist getting murdered would be a great back story.

With their unanimous approval, Eddie decided to start actively flirting with Steve.

(8:37) Soooooo ya like jazz?

[8:38] I do actually. I really love the piano.

Okay, that one was just practice. Be smooth. Be suave. None of that was in Eddie's wheelhouse but thankfully nothing he said turned Steve away. He always seemed just as eager to reply back.

(9:10) What's your oldest piece of clothing?

Eddie was thinking of his own oldest article a t-shirt that had started out overgrown on his tiny eight year old body but he'd grown into and kept over the years. It was super faded but filled with the memory of the first time he spent more than a couple of days with his uncle.

[9:12] I'd show you, but I'm wearing them right now.

Steve had closed his bedroom door before sending the text. There wasn't anything scandalous but it seemed like it could very quickly veer into that territory. All Eddie had to do was ask. If he wanted to see them, Steve would show it.

'I would like to see it.'

(9:12) I would like to see it

Eddie knew it could be anything. Maybe a holey sock. Or maybe he also had a super faded t-shirt with deep sewn-in memories as well. Maybe he was wearing a class ring?

[9:14] image.jpeg

Eddie was treated (and goddamn what a treat it was) to Steve Harrington's bottom half, barely covered in shorts with a school's logo on them. Thick thighs covered in hair. And a bulge that was there. It was very there. Eddie couldn't overstate how there it was.

He palmed his own crotch before remembering he was looking at a guy's junk and about to jerk off to it in his living room. And he had yet to answer. What was the most respectful way to say 'humina humina humina-wolf whistle-awooga'?

(9:16) Are you trying to kill me Steve?

[9:17] Do you like it?

'Awooga.'

(9:18) ❤️‍🔥 🔥 🥵

Eddie tried to think of any other way to tell Steve how hot he made him but it felt like typing words just wasn't enough.

(9:19) Can I do something insane? (9:20) And feel free to ignore me if it's too much

Steve was lying in his bed, phone of his charger now. Nothing Eddie could do would be too much. He could knock on his door and he would let him in.

[9:21] Go ahead

A second after he sent that, Steve's phone started to ring. It was Eddie. He stared for about five seconds before picking up.

"Hey."

"Hey."

If possible, Steve melted more into his bed. Eddie's voice...he didn't know what he expected but it wasn't that. He said one word and Steve wanted to wrap himself in it.

"That was pretty naughty of you, sending me that pic. I could show up to your school."

"You'd be a few years too late. These are my oldest shorts, remember?"

"Tiniest shorts maybe."

Steve laughed and Eddie was on cloud nine. He was so lost in bliss, he miscalculated and fell off the couch.

"What was that?"

"I uh, I fell. Off my couch."

"Did you fall hard?"

Eddie beamed as he got up and turned off the tv. Now that he had his voice, all he wanted to hear was the man on the other line.

"Oh super hard."

Steve let out a sound from the back of his throat and he wondered if Eddie had heard it. It was honestly amazing how the smallest things got him going. Or maybe he was just that into Eddie.

"You still there Steve?"

....."Yeah. I'm still here."

Part 4

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Tokyo Debunker; silly headcanons for each ghoul!

Just little silly traits for each ghoul. They're not meant to be good or bad, just silly!! :3

Frostheim

Jin Kamurai - Jin has a one-of-a-kind limited edition Hello Kitty lighter with a pink flame.

Tohma Ishibashi - Tohma's the type of guy to say "it's a quarter to one" "it's half past nine" "It's three eigths past six" etc.

Lucas Errant - Luca has absolutely no grasp on satire. Like, imagine Kaito showing him one of those "blink if you need help" videos and Luca is just like "Kaito?!? Why are you laughing?!? This person needs help!!"

Kaito Fuji - Kaito unironically likes "I'm 14 and this is deep" content.

Vagastorm

Alan Mido - Alan wears the same Halloween costume every year. Every single year. If it gets damaged or doesn't fit anymore, he just buys a new one that's the exact same.

Shohei Haizono - Sho would be really into collecting designer shoes. Bro probably has an entire wall of fancy basketball shoes.

Leo Kurosagi - Leo will just randomly say "*sucks teeth* Don't worry I'll edit it out in post" during normal conversation. You'll never know if he's actually recording or not

Jabberwock

Haru Sagara - This is already kinda canon, but Haru definitely falls for any and all scams. He probably buys things like dehydrated water and a treadmill even tho he's running around Jabberwock all fucking day.

Towa Otonashi - Towa loves gnarp gnarp alien cat videos. He loves them. immensely.

Ren Shiranami - I feel like Ren would have a really hard time pronouncing certain words like "anomalous" and "anemone" (just like me fr)

Sinostra

Taiga Hoshibami - Taiga would really easily fall down YouTube rabbit holes. Like he'd start off with watching a firearm review or something... and two hours later he's seventeen parts deep into SpongeBob conspiracy theories

Romeo Lucci - Romeo is deathly afraid of piss. human piss, animal piss, dirt ( he thinks it's all just worm poop...which it kinda is).

Ritsu Shinjo - Ritsu is one of those people who can't sleep if there is a single spec of light.

Hotarubi

Subaru Kagami - I feel like Subaru would have one mobile game on his phone that he's reached level 844 on or something. Something like a word puzzle or match three game.

Haku Kusanagi - Haku fucking loves cunty scene crunkcore music. S3R3L, Millionaires, 3OH!3. Inside, he's just a pretty rave girl.

Zenji Kotodama - Whenever he plays online games, Zenji would mistake NPCs for real people. I feel like he'd also say "thank you!!" to virtual assistants too.

Obscuary

Edward Hart - Ed would fucking love those Tiktok videos with the TV show clips and subway surfers gameplay at the bottom.

Rui Mizuki - Rui has an uncanny obsession with the Sims 4. He has all the dlcs, an entire hardrive of mods, hundreds of save files, and is a top creator on the Sims 4 Gallery

Lyca Colt - I think it'd be really funny if Lyca had a pollen allergy. Especially since Obscuary is full of plants.

Mortkranken

Yuri Isami - Yuri is incredibly bad at ice skating and roller skating. He always falls on his ass, bruises something, takes a bad fall, etc. Which is the real reason he hates going to Frostheim!!! /j

Jiro Kirisaki - I feel like Jiro has one thing that he just absolutely loves that isn't medicine. a special interest, one might say... And it's probably the most niche thing ever too. Like sea cucumbers. imagine - he just fucking loves sea cucumbers. You're getting your health checkup and you ask him "read any good books recently?" and he's like "Yeah, I read this book on sea cucumbers the other day" and then you just have to listen to him talk about sea cucumbers for the next 20 minutes.

[etrsilk]

Hellooooo can I please have headcanons of the main 4 with a sick reader? I really want some comfort because my head and stomache hurts 😭

₊✩‧₊˚ ᡣ𐭩 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ⇝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 .ᐟ

˗ˏˋ ➛ 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨: 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘢,𝘎𝘰𝘯,𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘬𝘢,𝘓𝘦𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘰

˗ˏˋ ➛ 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 — ✘

˗ˏˋ ➛ 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 — 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

⎝ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚:: hello! Yes of course ! ♡ By the way, you have all my support! I hope you'll be better !! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

 —𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐀ꫂ ၴႅၴ

➘ This guy doesn't really empathize with you at first because he's only been sick very, very rarely in his life!

➘ But alongside your cold, you developed a very high fever that kept you bedridden, and that's when he began to worry about you

➘ His first instinct? Call Leorio!!!

➘ He listened very carefully to all his advice, and applied absolutely all of it!

➘ He takes it very seriously, and if you don't want to take one of the medications he will chase you around until you take it...

➘ He won't stop making jokes like "oh no, you touched me yuck I'm going to be sick" (10 minutes later he'll cuddle and kiss you because he can't be without your physical affection for more than 20 minutes)

➘ He was the most worried of the two of you, you were just like "bro it's just a cough" and he was like "what if it turns into Chronic Bronchitis???? Or what if it's a symptom of the Tuberculosis???"

“IT’S JUST A COUGH AND A LITTLE FEVER”

 —𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐊𝐀ꫂ ၴႅၴ

➘ You don't want to admit that you're sick, not at all out of pride, but because you absolutely don't want to worry him.

➘ You know that with his work, he is very stressed and busy so you didn't want to make his stress worse or disturb him. So you simply didn't tell him anything about your state of health and you tried to look as normal as possible.

➘ but one day you passed out in the kitchen

➘ The doctor diagnoses you with some sort of infection and prescribes lots of medications and instructions to follow!

➘ Kurapika gives you a moral lesson for hiding your poor state of health from him by saying that in a relationship you had to say everything and that we went through everything together and bla-bla-bla

➘ While you're healing, he becomes a little overprotective and refuses to let you exert yourself unnecessarily until you're fully recovered

➘ He stays with you as much as possible and cuddles and kisses you a lot to comfort you !!

 —𝐆𝐎𝐍ꫂ ၴႅၴ

➘ He feels a little lost and doesn't really know how to comfort you or help you get better.

➘ If he notices that your condition is really starting to get worse, he will call Leorio for advice and Leorio will obviously help him as best he can as a good dad friend!

➘ Gon would make you rest and take care of all the household chores. He would also bring you blankets and sweets, and together, you would spend your days and evenings watching movies, completely wrapped around each other like Legos.

it's so cute…

(He got sick shortly after and it was Leorio who had to take care of you two)

 —𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎ꫂ ၴႅၴ

➘ He is very very very slightly happy because he finally has the opportunity to show you these doctor skills…

➘ But otherwise, obviously try to help yourself as best you can.

➘ It makes sure you have everything you need, from nutritious meals to medications to a clean, comfortable environment.

➘ He tries to comfort you by making you laugh with jokes!

"Leorio, I think I should see a doctor."

"Who are you talking to right now? Who is it you think you see? Do you know how many people I treat in a year? I mean, even if I told you, you wouldn’t believe it. Do you know what would happen if I suddenly decided to stop going to work? A clinic big enough that it could be listed on the NASDAQ goes belly up. Disappears. It ceases to exist without me. No, you clearly don’t know who you’re talking to, so let me clue you in. I am not in need of a doctor, my dear. I am the doctor. A guy feels a bit off and gets told to see a doctor and you think that of me? No. I am the one who diagnoses!"

(It was much funnier in my head)

—English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes!!

[mactiir]

ranking baldur's gate characters by how i think they smell

#9) Minthara. Because she’s a corpse, next question.

#8) Lae'zel. You know this woman has never bathed. Washing is for the weak, is'tik. She says this is because needs her musk to attract mates but mostly it's cuz Gith education doesn't exactly make time for personal hygiene. Once it got so bad that Tav dragged the whole party through a chest-deep stream and stood there for 20 minutes to take a "breather" while Laezel stared daggers at them the whole time.

#7) Karlach. I want Karlach to smell nice so badly, and Karlach probably wants Karlach to smell nice too, but you know this woman smells like brimstone and engine exhaust and sweat. On good days she smells like the fine char you get on burgers on a summer day. On bad days she smells like a truck stop at peak hours, and the truck stop is also on fire. She's not happy about this either.

#6) Gale. Gale tries to keep himself groomed, he really does. But he looks like he is perpetually just a tiny bit smelly. Like he hyperfocused on a book slightly too hard for slightly too long and as a result he forgot to shower for a week. He acts like he bedded Mystra because of his towering intellect but really it's cuz gods don't have human senses of smell. His nightshirt looks velvet, too, and you KNOW it can't be easy to get smells out of that shit without a washer. He is one of those poor guys who is cursed to always stink a little bit no matter how much he showers. When Tav confronts him about this he decides, on the spot, that deodorant is for anti-intellectuals, actually, which he wouldn't have expected Tav to know but it's okay, we can't all be enlightened.

#5) Minsc. He doesn't reek exactly, but you know he's 100% man musk, hamster bedding, and butt-kicking

Tied for #5) Jaheira. You know 100 years of living in forests and adventuring with Minsc has endowed her with exactly the same level of manly perfume as Minsc (except with notes of cedarwood).

#4) Wyll. He used to be the best-smelling until Mizora pulled him through every level of hell in rapid succession, and now he smells a little bit like brimstone all the time. He sometimes rubs fragrant herbs on his horns to counteract it, which doesn't get rid of the smell, really, but it gives his smell an interesting dimension. Otherwise, he has enough experience with adventuring, and is well-bred enough, that him and his things are usually well-groomed (and also because his dad was a freak about it).

#3) Shadowheart. This woman puts on tragic makeup every morning and changes her hair to reflect her religion. Appearances are EVERYTHING (especially when it comes to keeping secrets). Shadowheart smells exactly like she thinks she needs to smell to be religiously pleasing to her goddess and/or coMplEtE thE mIsSioN. She does get anxious sweats though, which are very distinctive if it's been a long day of adventuring. She never admits this, though. Ever.

#2) Astarion. Okay, so, sometimes, he smells just the teensiest, tiniest bit like dried blood. But mostly, he smells like baby powder and potpourri. It is a waste of good fashion sense and his pretty face to go about stinking like a beggar. (He does go through a brief 'Cazador can't tell ME what to do' phase where he stops bathing for a day, but he grosses himself out so much that he resumes his normal routime before anyone notices.)

#1) Halsin. You'd expect him to stink, with his whole smelly-hippy free-love vibe, but nah. The man smells heavenly. He spends all his time frolicking through fragrant herbs and lounging in scented hot springs with whomever strikes his fancy. He probably has a whole ass medicine cabinet full of stuff he uses to freshen up. His breath probably smells like mint and his hair like cedar. He probably puts coconut oil or smth in his hair. He knows how to smell good as literally any animal in the realms. Wanna know why? Dogs have a sense of smell several thousand times better than people. I bet bears do, too. You do Not Fuck As A Bear without understanding not only how to WASH your ass, but also perfume it. Halsin also knows: thou shalt not give yeast infections. And if you got bear dick, that means HYGIENE. It's a point of pride for him, actually.

BONUS: WITHERS. Withers smells like nothing. Like, freakishly, unsettlingly like nothing. Like, you expect him to smell like dust or pitch or smth. Nope. He's a black hole of smell. You come near him and if you ask, he resets your entire hygiene routine for 100 gold and leaves you smelling like roses.

[keikikait]

ʀᴇᴅ ʟɪɴᴇ (ʙɪᴋᴇʀ!ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

this is part three. for part two, click here!

pairing: biker!megumi x f!reader (au, both are early to mid 20's)

word count: 2.6k

summary: you and megumi almost had a moment, but is that all it will ever be?

warnings: SMUT! MDNI 18+, full on p in v, protection is implied but not stated, use of the word cock, kinda dom!megumi, slight sub!reader, restraining (with hands), light choking (just for like 2 scenes), SLIGHT edging, use of the nickname slut, reader is kinda dumb (good way), suggestive flirting, jealous megs, slight feelings of self doubt / self deprecation at the beginning (so ig slight angst?), not proofread

a note: might be a small delay before pt. 4 x

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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He should’ve knocked on the fucking door.

Megumi enters his apartment, slamming his fist onto his kitchen counter. He felt like such a coward, he had you in the palm of his hand and he just let you run off. He was certain that you felt the same way, certain that if he kissed you you would grip onto the collar of his t-shirt and enthusiastically kiss him back. Was he wrong? Was he foolish? Was he reading this entire situation so wrong? He felt not good enough, he felt insignificant, something he hadn’t felt since graduating high school and cutting off contact with his father. He used to think he was smart, but you made him feel so naïve. Megumi knew he hadn’t always been nice to you, yelling at you over a fucking motorcycle, but normally he didn’t care what others thought. He would simply ignore them if they didn’t like him, but with you it was different. He wanted you to like him. He wanted you to pay attention to him, he would even take te constant bickering over whatever the hell it was you were currently doing.

Megumi was walking a thin, red line, a line that lead to his future, and he was hoping you would want to walk it with him. His bike gave him a feeling of independence, something he never had before moving out and living on his own. He was in and out of everyone’s life, a flash that was gone in the blink of an eye, but he didn’t feel that way with you. He wanted you to stick around, even in the platonic way, although he had to admit that he wanted to make you his. He wanted to wrap his hand around your throat and kiss you right in front of your friend, make you melt into his arms as you gripped his t-shirt and clinged to him. He wanted to fuck you dumb and leave you a drooling, cum covered mess every night. 

You were avoiding him, again, always getting into that car with that guy and his stupid fucking pink hair. He couldn’t take it anymore. You had said he was your friend, just your friend, but Megumi didn’t believe you. Even if your actions were friendly, Megumi couldn’t guarantee that your friend’s were too. Megumi wanted you, and he wanted you to want him too. He wanted to be your boyfriend, or perhaps even more. He wanted to eventually move out of this apartment complex and find a new, bigger place, but he wanted to it with you.

You, in truth, had been staying over at Yuji’s house a lot the last few days, even just hanging out at his place to pet sit for him while he was at work. It wasn't just a matter of convenience; staying over at his place gave you a sense of comfort and familiarity that you couldn't quite explain. Every once in a while, you would find yourself mindlessly petting Yuji’s boy cat, Sora, as if he would chase away the lingering thoughts of Megumi. In a way, he did, choosing to sleep on your chest on Yuji’s couch, keeping you from touching yourself while you were away.

It wasn't that you were deliberately trying to avoid him. It was more like a natural instinct to create some distance between the two of you. The memory of that night outside your apartment still haunted your mind, and you were struggling to make sense of his confusing actions. You didn’t know his true intentions, and as much as you wanted to believe that he liked you, you couldn’t ignore the nagging voice in the back of your mind that was telling you the opposite. Being with him had been plaguing your mind for the past few weeks, thoughts of him always returning to you at night while you dimmed your lights and slipped your hand between your thighs, but a doubtful part of you was insisting that was all it would ever be; thoughts of Megumi, not Megumi himself.

As you spent more time at Yuji's house, you found yourself drawn to his easygoing nature and genuine kindness. His presence provided a welcome distraction from the emotional turmoil you were experiencing, and he seemed to understand your need for space from Megumi and was always there to offer a listening ear without judgment, although he was kind of getting tired about how pretty Megumi is. 

A couple of days later, there was a knock at your door. Your heart skipped a beat. You knew who it was. He stood there, looking nervous and apologetic. He wanted to explain himself, to apologize if he had crossed any lines. He also wanted to know if you were dating that guy, but he thought that part could wait. At least for a little bit.

You open the door, seemingly fresh out of the shower, your hair wet as you carefully dry it. You smelled so good, like berries, and he felt his throat instantly dry up. He was admiring you for a bit too long, you were wearing a t-shirt and short little pyjama shorts that he just wanted to rip off of you - “Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?”

You blink, throwing your towel over your shoulder. “Sure.”

“So, um…”  His eyes linger on your shorts and thighs, his gaze passing over your body before he drags his eyes back up to meet yours. He just couldn’t help himself. “Could I come in?” You nod, stepping aside to let him in. He steps inside, making the space feel a lot smaller with his presence. 

You notice he has a faint smile on his lips, and that he keeps staring at you, but for once, it's not with irritation.  “Um, so…” he takes a deep breath. “So you know how we had a bit of a…moment a couple days ago?” Five days, to be exact, not that he was counting or anything.

“Yeah, I remember.” You say.

“Yeah…” his expression changes as he starts to feel more and more nervous. “Well... I just wanted to apologize for making you uncomfortable. I shouldn't have been so forward. It's just-”

“No, Megumi, it’s okay.” You say, interrupting him. “I wasn’t uncomfortable. Not at all.”

“What?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “But you ran off…I assumed I had overstepped a boundary. You know, asking the…masturbation question.” He says the last part quietly. 

You suddenly realised how close you two actually were. Your apartment felt incredibly small with just you, and with Megumi there it felt even smaller. Your chests were practically pushed together as you looked up at him. You set the towel down on your desk chair, awkwardly shifting on your feet. “I wasn’t uncomfortable. I just wasn’t expecting the question.”

He nods, shoving his hands in the pockets of his zip-up hoodie. “Good. I know we haven’t always gotten along but I’ve never wanted to make you uncomfortable. I can be an asshole a lot of the time, but I’m not…like that, you know?”

You nod. “No, I understand, Megumi. Thank you for apologising.”

He smiles. “Yeah. No problem.” He sighs a little, leaning against the wall. “So can we…start over? Go back to the beginning?”

You chuckle. “You wanna start fighting again?”

He smirks. “Maybe. If it would mean you would pay attention to me again. Don’t think I’ve noticed that you’ve been avoiding me. Again.”

You blush, stuttering as you search for a response. “N-no, it’s not like that-”

Megumi chuckles. “I mean, I get it. I would always yell at you and then asked you what you thought about while you masturbated. I would avoid me too.”

Your blush deepens. “It’s not like that, Megumi.”

He smiles. “I’m glad.” You both sit there in a comfortable silence before he speaks again. “So, can I ask you something?”

You nod. “Sure. Unless it’s what I think about when I’m touching myself.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head. “No, it’s not that,” He clears his throat. “That guy that picks you up and drops you off sometimes. Are you two…dating?”

“Yuji? Pink hair?” He nods and you shake your head in return. “No. I’m just his friend.”

“You promise?” Megumi asks, taking a step towards you. You nod, looking up at him. You looked so cute like that, your eyes all big, practically begging him to get closer. 

He does, taking another step towards you. He reaches out, planting his hands on the sides of your arms, watching your face and body language as he drags his hands down towards your own. Your skin was so soft and smooth, and his hands felt so good on you, rough and calloused from the years of bike maintenance.

You blush, but don’t move away. You gulp, finally finding your voice. “Do you want to know the answer? To the question you asked me a few days ago?”

He feels his cock start to harden, images of you touching yourself filling his mind. “God, yes.”

You bite your lip and he feels his cock throb. “You, Megumi. I’ve been thinking about you.”

He lets out a shaky, deep moan as he grabs your hands, pulling you against his chest. He moves your hands behind your back, his grip tight but loose enough where you could move away if you wanted to. “Yeah? You think about me while you touch yourself? Do you finger yourself or rub that cute little clit of yours?”

You gasp softly, letting him restraining you. “Both.”

He lets out another deep moan of approval, gripping your wrists tighter. He feels his cock harden even more. “God, you’re driving me crazy. I think about you too, baby. I think about you and fucking your cute little mouth everytime I jack off.” Your head spins and you lean against him, unable to think straight. You just simply moan in response, nodding your head.

Megumi grips your wrists tighter, leading you up into your loft, throwing you onto your bed. He climbs on top of you, holding you down. “Is this okay?”

You nod.

“Words, baby.” He says, leaning down to kiss and bite your earlobe. “Use your words.”

Your mouth feels like cotton and you struggle to respond. “Yes, Megumi. It’s okay. Please keep going.”

He chuckles, pressing his hard cock against your thigh as he starts to grind on you. “Good girl. You even know how to say please.” You gasp, your entire body shuddering as your legs drop open. Megumi shifts his hips, slotting his cock right over your clothed pussy, grinding up against it. “You drive me crazy, baby. Every night I hear your pretty little moans through the wall and I just…think about what it would be like to fuck you dumb. To fill you up with my cum over and over, to cum on your little clit and rub it and hear you squeal.” Your mouth drops open and he takes this opportunity to sloppily kiss you, shoving his tongue in your mouth. Your thoughts are filled with him, just Megumi, the way it should be. He pulls away, a line of spit connecting your mouths and you shake, panting and squirming. He moves one hand to wrap around your throat, and is about to ask if it’s okay when you let out a strangled moan, your eyes threatening to roll back. He chuckles. “Such a good girl.”

Your brain is too foggy, too filled with thoughts of Megumi and the way he feels grinding against your pussy that you can’t speak, reaching your freehand down to pull off your shorts. 

He smirks, squeezing your neck a little bit. “So impatient. You don’t want me to eat you out, baby? You don’t wanna feel my tongue on you?”

You whine, finally pulling your shorts down. “I do, Megs, I do…but if you don’t fuck me I actually might explode.” He laughs at you and it makes your pussy clench. He leans back on his knees to pull your shorts and panties down. He grabs your legs and bends them back, pressing your thighs against your torso. He can’t help himself, leaning down and licking your clit, swirling his tongue in little circles, chuckling to himself as you squirm and grind your pussy on his face. “Megumi!”

He pulls away and laughs again, replacing his tongue with his thumb. “I know, I know. I couldn’t help myself. You look so delicious.” Your impatient whine is cut off when he starts to pull his sweatpants down, taking his boxers with it. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head when you see his cock. Long, but not too thick, with balls that are practically begging to be drained. He grins at your reaction, rubbing his tip with his thumb. “Is it big?”

You nod, your mouth going dry again. “Really big, Megs. Might not fit inside me.”

He tuts at you, grabbing his cock at the base and rubbing the tip against your clit. “Nah. You can take it. And if you can’t, I’ll just have to stretch you out with my fingers and make you cum a few times.”

He suddenly slides in all the way to the hilt, leaning over you and gripping your hair at the root, groaning into your ear about how good you feel. He gives you a few seconds to adjust, kissing the side of your head affectionately. You can practically feel him in your throat, your eyes threatening to roll back into your skull.

Megumi starts thrusting, one hand remaining in your hair and the other going down so his thumb can rub your clit in gentle circles. He’s saying something but you can’t hear him, too full of him to pay attention, but he doesn’t mind at all. He likes how quickly he can turn your mind to mush, how quickly you submit to him. He never wants to let you go after this.

You wrap your legs around his waist as his thrusts pick up, digging your heels into the small of his back. You wrap your arms around his neck, your eyes glazed over as you moan his name over and over. Your pussy clenches and he nearly cums, burying his face in your neck, biting at the skin to keep himself from busting too soon. 

It’s your turn to grip his hair at the root, your pussy clenching around him again as he rubs your clit at a delicious angle. Your whole body shudders and you arch your back into him. “Megumi!”

“Not yet,” He whispers into your ear, his voice deep. “Not yet, you little slut. You need my permission. You can hold on a bit longer, can’t you?” You nod, biting your lip as you will yourself to focus on not cumming. You could do it easily, but Megumi was having a hard time holding out himself. The way you felt around him, all tight and wet, and the way you bit your lip was driving him crazy, not to mention the way you were following all of his orders so perfectly. You really wanted to please him, didn’t you? Megumi can only hold out for a little bit longer before rubbing your clit harder, biting your neck to keep himself from utterly loosing control. “Come on, baby. Cum for me. You can do it. You’re such a good girl…”

And you are, cumming exactly when he tells you to, your hips bucking into his as he talks you through your orgasm. You look so cute coming undone around him, your eyes watering, lips pouty as you moan his name like a prayer. You bury your face in his chest, breathing heavily.

“Thank you.” You say, and Megumi decides right then and there that he’s keeping you.

Megumi grins, stroking your hair. “You’re welcome, baby.” He kisses your forehead, looking down at you adoringly as you curl up against his chest.

You’re all his now.

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let me know what you think my lovelies!

epilogue is here

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[forgetyoursingalongsandlullabies]

I’m thinking about the TMA S4 Q&A where Alex asks Jonny “Who knew that Jon liked Martin first, Jon or Martin?” And Jonny answers “Georgie”. I’ve already made my statement on Georgie knowing Jon had feelings for Martin before Jon did. My current thought is that this particular question was one that Alex himself asked Jonny, it wasn’t one of the Q&A questions asked by the audience which means to Alex’s mind there is a world in which Martin knew Jon had feelings for him before Jon even knew. And to be honest that would make so much sense as to why Martin put up with Jon’s shitty behavior towards him for so long and stayed so loyal to him. Like yeah the man definitely has a humiliation/degradation kink or something but also maybe he knew there was something there and just knew he needed to nurture it.

I’m on record saying Jon developed feelings for Martin in season 2 but I also think it is possible that Jon thought Martin was at least very cute upon first laying eyes on him. I think in season 1 Jon tries very hard to be a professional and masked his uncertainty and fear with arrogance and condescension. Ordinarily Jon would think it is unprofessional to talk shit about his assistant on tape even if he doesn’t like him, except that Jon is actively working to not like Martin and the best way to convince yourself of something is to keep saying it out loud. On Martin’s first day in the archives Jon saw this sweet man chasing a dog and first thought ‘Oh no he’s an idiot and I have to be his boss’ but he also thought ‘Oh no he’s cute and I have to be his boss’ so he takes that initial disapproval and dials it up to 10 and just rolls with it to mask and dilute the moment when he thought Martin was a cutie patootie and try to never have that thought again. But we all know that Martin is a lot more perceptive than he lets on and is also a manipulative son of a bitch. Jon is not an amazing liar and maybe Martin saw some part of Jon protesting a little much and thought oh yeah this guy is into me and Martin developed his mild S1 crush. By the time Martin had his first encounter with Jane Prentiss he had let go of the inkling that Jon might like him too and thought Jon actually does hate him but when Jon offers to let Martin stay in the archives to protect him Martin is just kind of like Oh it’s on. So going forward from the moment Jon has Martin move into the archives Martin is flirtier and bolder with Jon.

Through season 2 when Jon is obviously going crazy with paranoia Martin just pushes himself in closer to Jon. First of all he gifts the man the ashes of his enemy as if that’s normal! But also Martin brings Jon tea and hovers around him during lunch and talks to him casually and kindly when nobody else does and makes it Jon’s idea to go to lunch with him even though Jon is supposed to be suspicious of him. He nurtures Jon the way someone would a rescue cat, being kind through the hissing and scratching until you get slow blinks from them and they nervously make sure you’re sitting there to guard them while they eat.

By season 3 when Daisy is interrogating Martin she tells him that everyone she’s spoken to tells her that Jon and Martin are close. Just how did that happen to the extent that any given person at the institute who is asked would say so, at a time when for all intents and purposes Jon was actually pushing away everyone else who knew him? Martin was working hard and he knew what he was doing and he also knew it wasn’t a lost cause. To digress just a moment, when my mom was first dating my stepdad (whom she has now been happily married to for 20 years) he was being kind of noncommittal and on-again-off-again but she would say to me all the time “He loves me he just doesn’t know it yet.” And me being 7 I thought she was crazy but she was right! And honestly in this theoretical world this is exactly how Martin approached things.

All of seasons 3 and 4 for Martin were simple acts of faith, love and loyalty. That charged conversation in MAG 102 that I am OBSESSED with gains quite a lot with the added subtext that Martin has known Jon has feelings for him for a while and now Jon is also starting to realize it too and maybe Martin knows Jon knows! In season 4 when Martin is pushing Jon away with a stick it makes so much sense that he knows Jon has feelings for him because he knows that he has to work hard to keep Jon away. If he thought it was just about Jon wanting information from him he might have approached things differently but he actually took steps to make sure Jon was getting information from him by leaving Jon tapes. He just knew that Jon would pull him too far away from The Lonely which he was now committed to. Like, if your sort of ex-boss sort of friend wants to talk to you sometimes I don’t think that’s going to stop anyone from being lonely but Martin for sure knew by S4 that if he let Jon in, The Lonely plot would be done for. Not only would Peter’s plans be shot because Martin would commit himself to being with Jon and Jon would fully reciprocate but also Peter would definitely take it out on Jon. When Jon pulled Martin from The Lonely I don’t think it would have been enough for Jon to love Martin and also for Martin to love Jon, I think Martin had to know that Jon loved him. So when Martin said that Jon didn’t need him he probably did believe that but he also knew that Jon loves him already so being able to really See Jon just reminded him of what he already knew.

I love this possibility and in fact I now fully do believe that Martin knew Jon loved him back by S4.

[fuck-customers]

So I just recently lost my job for something that wasn't my fault! :) TLDR: Left when my shift was over, thinking the next guy on shift was already there. He wasn't so I got fired for it.

For context: I've worked in a store with only 5 coworkers (including the owner) for a few years now. The owner has been coming by less and less often and had the back fixed up like someone was moving in, so I kind of figured he was getting ready to sell the store. I asked several times over the course of about 6 months if he was going to sell and every time he would say no. Then one day a guy MOVES IN to the back room and the owner tells me he's the new boss.

Ok fine, I think. Am I fired then? He says no, the new guy needs us four to stay on and show him how to run the business. I keep working my shifts that week like usual and show the new guy how the store works. The next week the owner texts us to let us know the new guy decided he wanted to get rid of everyone and hire new staff. I actually argue with him about this because I asked MULTIPLE TIMES if he was selling, and if I was out of a job, AND HE KEPT SAYING NO. Now if he fires me with no warning I'm fucked. He actually agrees that we can keep working our normal hours for another month, THEN we're getting laid off. Ok that's still some bullshit, but it gives me time to find something else.

I guess the new guy was upset that he didn't get to get rid of us right away like he wanted, so he doesn't even speak to me when I'm there working. I show up to open the store at 7am and stay there till 3 when he takes over. He doesn't even get out of bed most days until noon (I know because I can hear when his alarm goes off). So I get used to him not speaking to me. I also get used to him going outside and hiding behind our dumpster to smoke weed.

One day, just 20 minutes before my shift is over, he strolls right by me without saying a word, as usual, and I see on the camera that he goes behind the dumpster. I figure he's smoking weed and forget about him because I'm busy with customers. 20 minutes later I look on the camera and can't see him, but his car is still there. So I shoot him a text saying I'm going home and leave.

Not 5 minutes later, before I've even got home, my phone starts ringing. I ignore it thinking I'll call whoever it is back when I get home, but they call again. And again. And again. And again. So I pull over and answer and it's the owner SCREAMING AT ME that I left the store unlocked. I told him the new guy was there, and he said no, he got someone to pick him up and went to Malwart. I say ok, I'm still close I'll drive back down there and lock it, he yells NO YOU'RE FIRED and just keeps screaming and screaming and screaming- so I blocked him.

Went down there the next day to grab some cleaning supplies and toilet paper I bought for the store and dropped my keys off. Fuck that place, it is not MY FAULT his new favorite employee forgot when his shift started and left without telling anyone.

Also, the 4 people besides the owner who worked there were 3 women and 1 man. I later heard this new guy fired the other 2 women and ended up keeping the 1 man, who was by far the WORST of us. He never did any cleaning or stocking, and I've had customers tell me he sits in his car with the door locked for hours at a time. They're gonna run that business into the ground for sure.

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[skibidilando]

A day at quadrant: LN4

Author note: I don’t even know how to post anything on this and never wrote a fic but I hope this is good but I think it’s pretty shit and I haven’t finished it yet and if any writers want to use this idea you can for sure just @ me please oh and if you have feedback please let me know thanks xx

Lando x quadrant fem reader

Blurb: reader is a member of quadrant, she games most of the time but also likes f1 along with her best friend Ria bish. She is friends with all members at quadrant and finds it a good laugh with all her mates, but maybe her view of someone in particular is more than a mate..

Warnings: sexualising, swearing, mention of a gun, leaked tape, sad distraught reader, friends to maybe lovers if I make it a series? Smut-ish? If I missed any let me know (I don’t know how to do warnings sorry x)

I woke up late again today. The mornings aren’t made for me. I just can’t do it. I love the feeling of sinking into my bed for 20 hours. But I can’t today, I have 4 people with cameras recording waiting for me to bloody get up and start filming a video for quadrant. But I’m not complaining because this is my job and something I like to do. I try to be in most videos and do my part, but it’s not like Lando gets that mad if I miss a few videos, but from my fucked sleep schedule, I don’t think he will like if I miss another one after I skipped the last 3.

I realise the time and see Lando, Ria, Ethan, and Max spamming my phone to get on. Fucking hell. I don’t even think to get changed, i just checked all my lash extensions were on, tied up my hair, and brushed my teeth. I probably look like shit but I did this to myself. “Better late than never I guess” max says rudely to take the piss out of me. Everyone knows my bad sleep schedule and how moody I am in the morning and after he’s done that, I’m not having it.

“Sorry guys my alarm didn’t go off but I’m here now ahaha” you say trying not to make an unhinged comment to clap back at max. “Y/n girl I missed you where have u fucking been!” Ria says. Ria is my bitch, we ride together, we die together, Ria is my best friend. “Me too Ria!” I say back politely.

“Alright enough mucking about we have to record this video mate” Ethan jokingly says and makes Ria and I laugh. “What r we even playing again” i question. “we are playing gartic phone you muppet” Lando tries to say but starts laughing at Y/n. “Why r u laughing mate” I say confused then realise wtf I’m doing. I’m wearing my pajamas, not my normal pajamas my fucking tiny, tight lace top that could pass for a bra if you squint your eyes. It hits me and I shit myself realising I have a camera filming me and recording everything.

“Omg I’m so sorry fuck I forgot let me change” I panicked in saying quickly. “Who said to change” Lando bluntly says. I was stopped in your tracks. Excuse me? Lando? As if he just said that. “Um my tits are almost exposed on camera and i look like a hoe” I say. My manager is definitely gonna get me in trouble for that. “Woah y/n you fucking hottie” Ria says when she looks at me from my camera. I get nervous in my stomach and naturally run to go grab a hoodie, luckily i live in a small apartment so it didn’t take me long. “Um sorry guys sorry let’s just move on I forgot sorry sorry” i say nervously.

“Yeah alright let’s go I’ll send you the link Y/n” Ethan kindly says which is unlike him being a dickhead most of the time as a joke to piss me off. I like Ethan though I think he’s funny and actually caring about us all and our business. “So do we write a prompt then get someone else’s to draw and keep going” max says like he didn’t ask to play it. “Yeah but make it funny about us and f1 the viewers will fucking love it” Lando says. I still can’t believe what Lando said. I join the game and wait for everyone else to join. I started to feel the panic caving in on my chest and texted Lando.

lando wtf was that?

I send quickly

what was what?

He replied back

The fucking comment like I know I’m sorry and shouldn’t have worn that before chucking something on top but why did you say that Lando

I started to let everything out on accident, but I had every right to, he was my friend and said that I should not have changed from my top that was basically lingerie.

fuck I was just joking

He replied back bluntly.

Why do I feel sad that he said that. Did he think I looked bad in it? Did he think I was looking like a hoe? Fuck why did I talk to him like that he’s my boss!

“Alright we’re starting now lock in don’t say any dumb shit” Max says right before filming the intro and starting the game. I don’t know what prompt to write. Then I get an idea to do Ethan and ginge in the sauna with Lando from a video they did a week ago. I submit it and then recieve a prompt. I bursted out laughing when reading it in my head and looking at my atrocious drawing. It’s a drawing following the prompt of Max’s bunda blocking Landos old fiat jolly, but I drew their hair orange on accident. I kept playing the game and do a few more rounds and have a laugh until we stopped recording.

The rest of the day was pretty chill as I was tired and it was a week day so i stayed at home until I feel asleep watching a movie. I wanted to get sleep like I always do but extra sleep tonight because tomorrow we were all hanging out for lunch and a chat to talk about future video ideas. Was it bad I wanted to look really good? Surely not right?

I woke up and this time remembered to change my top. I picked out a cute off the shoulder knit long sleeve top and some jeans. They made me look good with my tanned skin and made me feel just as good. I straightened my hair, brushed my teeth, and did my makeup ready to go to the cafe we were meeting up at. We always watch the video our editor puts together while we meet up at the cafe spot every week, it’s basically a routine.

Ria and I hugged each other then went to the table both fashionably late. I saw Lando, Steve, Aarav, Max, and Ethan sitting there on the big table with two spots saved. One next to Steve, and one next to Lando. After my short blunt convo with Lando I decided I wanted to sit next to Steve, but that was overruled when Ria already sat down. Well fuck isn’t this awkward. Can I order a gun?

“Hi Y/n” he says looking at me. Why is my stomach already curling into a ball. “Um hi Lando” I say quietly. I am a bit too close to home for my liking as the table was a bit small but it’s fine. We all ordered our food and I ordered some avocado toast trying to be healthy and aesthetic knowing well I end up eating some of everyone else’s food lol. Lando like the child he is ordered pancakes.

“Im sorry about what i said yesterday, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable or anything it just came out im sorry”. Lando says politely. Did I misinterpret his message? Why is he nice now? Why is my stomach tied up into knots? WHY AM I WEAK IN THE KNEES?

“Oh it’s all good I’m sorry idk why it didn’t click to change out of that fucking slutty top like a normal person” I blurt out. “Woah why are you so hard on yourself, calm down Y/n it’s completely fine and it was a nice top anyways, it looked good on you.” he said. EXCUSE ME? “Thanks?” I said confused. Thank fuck the food came otherwise I would have fainted at the awkwardness.

The food was good, Lando didn’t talk nor did I the rest of the lunch. Then we watched the video that came out. My heart sinks. The start of the video showing our cameras in the intro has me at the start or the whole morning, in that fucking top on YouTube. “Wait-fuck what why am I in there wearing that how did the editor get that clip it’s not even from the same time frame. I panicked. I was about to cry. All the comments were already flooding in hating on me saying I was attention seeking in that top. “Please get it down, please please ” I started crying already in Rias arms. Lando looked angry. “Who the fuck put that clip of her in it” he said angrily. He calls the editor who made the video on speaker. 0.00001 seconds after the editor answer Lando is already yelling.

“WHY THE FUCK DID YOU PUT THAT CLIP OF Y/N YOU DIDNT EVEN ASK HER OR CARE YOU PURPOSELY DID IT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST DID! GET IT DOWN NOW”. Lando yells before hanging up knowing the editor got the message. I’m are still shaking and trying to not bawl your eyes out with just a few tears. “Lando it’s my fault you didn’t have to yell at him like that sorry” i say weakly. “NO ITS NOT YOUR FAULT BECAUSE YOU DIDNT EVEN KNOW IT WAS FILMED AND CLIPPED YET AND HE PURPOSELY DID IT, ITS LIKE HE WANTED TO HURT YOU. FUCKING DICKHEAD”. Lando yells. Out of instinct i just run and give him a long hug. My head sinks to his chest. He holds me tightly as i hold onto him for a while.

I go back to your apartment that night. I’m just sad. Especially after reading all those comments about me. I try to ignore them all but they keep flooding in like rapid fire. I automatically give in and go on my phone. But to my confusion I’m getting tagged on twitter instead.

Fucking hell. When I thought this couldn’t get worse.

There is a video going around with hundreds of thousand of retweets already. It’s a sex tape of a girl which confuses me so I click onto it. Oh my god. It’s a deep fake of my face and that lacy bra thing on a random sex tape. I can’t do this anymore. I wish I didn’t exist. Naturally i call our quadrant group chat. Everyone answers immediately leaving me to realise they have seen it too. “Guys, I am fired” I say while bawling my eyes out. “Y/N I’m coming now with Lando” Ria says while in her car on her way to my apartment. I can’t even process what Ethan and Steve are saying cause my mind is just blurry and I’m a mess.

5 minutes later a knock is on my door and it’s Ria with Lando. I just cry in her arms and start rambling on about how my life is over. “Y/n that editor is going to jail, the YouTube vid is down and all of our socials are deactivated for now, talk to us if you need now” Lando says calmly to me. I just hug him tightly. “Can you tell everyone that’s obviously not me please” I say weakly. Ria is making me mac and cheese cause she knows it’s my favourite. “Of course I will and I will get this fixed Y/n for now just let us take care of you and get better.” Lando says. His touch is making me feel better if I’m being honest. “Thanks guys for coming over tonight, can you guys stay I’ll sleep on the couch and you guys take my bed” I say calmly as I’m starting to get her my bearings and feel a little better about everything.

“You’re not sleeping on the couch.” Lando and Ria both say straight away after my words. “Lando has a race next week so he should fuck his back up on the couch again like he did that one night he got drunk at the club last month” Ria says jokingly. “Is it okay if I’m in the bed with you?” Lando says maturely (shocking I know). “Yeah it’s fine if it is fine with you” I say back. “Yes it’s completely fine.” Lando replied quickly. I go to change into my pajamas. I see that bloody top. I don’t think twice after ripping it into pieces with my hands and teeth before chucking it out. “Fuck that ahahha” I said laughing as all the lace misses the bin but I ignore it. Ria Lando and I all start watching a movie together, Ria asks me which movie and I try to think of a normal movie I want to watch but I’m not sure why ratatouille is speaking out to me but I choose ratatouille like the wise mature person I am. Lando starts laughing obnoxiously which makes Ria and I start to as well. “It’s a good fucking movie shut up” I say defending myself laughing.

We are watching ratatoullie all together while I’m snuggled up in between Ria and Lando feelin comfortable and safe. My mind starts to forget a little bit about the stupid video situation. I don’t know why but my legs somehow ended up over landos. Whoopsies. I feel happy and safe with him, he had always been a good friend to me and always fun to be around. We all get tired after the movie ends and go to bed to sleep, well Ria goes to the couch to sleep.

Something inside of me wishes this isn’t the last time Lando is in my bed.

I myself am going to bed too xx

thanks to these lovely authors who inspired me to write ahahahha:

@mariahcarreyyy @f1goat @uglyducklingofthe2000s @vivwritesfics

[sunflowerandstrawberryspice]

CARMEN SANDIEGO? In 2024? It's more likely thank you think! Please excuse the shit quality for some reason I wasn't allowed to upload the normal pdf and I had to upload a fucking screenshot???

So my friend convinced me to watch Carmen Sandiego and since he's watching ALL of Ninjago for me I thought it was the least I could do to watch four season of a show with a pretty decent concept but uh... yeesh, don't get me wrong the show is really fun but lord have mercy does it have problems especially the last two seasons which were just so wildly disappointing to me. It went from a show with an interesting look on morals to pure pro-cop and mostly black and white thinking so quick (that not mentioning the breaking up a found family full of people with abandonment issues) it was honestly just so disappointing so me and the friend who introduced it to me decided to rewrite it! (I will not be animating nor do I plan on doing more than MAYBE a comic or art piece here and there because my chronic pain ridden ass can not handle that much lol)

The main goals are to:

1) Flesh out characters that aren't Carmen and actually give them reactions based on their lived experiences and how they might realistically react instead of what the show needed to move the plot along

2) Having characters other than Carmen be actually relevant to the plot the main one being Chase Devineaux who we're gonna kind of have as a parallel to Carmen (trust me yall) as kind of a "What if Carmen didn't have her friends/family to ground her and fall back on" but for all the Chase fans out there (gods I hope there's some other than me) he will be getting a happy ending but bro is getting put through the RINGER first

3) Have both A.C.M.E (now standing for Administration for Containing and Monitoring Evil) and V.I.L.E be the bad guys. Also just as an extra bit of fun we're making VILE a full blown cult, they were very cult like in the show so we're just gonna make it one. Both are going to be very morally questionable and while it'll take a bit longer for ACME to show it's true colors don't you worry they definitely will ;)

4) We're doing canonical lgbtq+ rep, I know the show teased a lot of relationships and really only gave yall background gays not to say thats bad but we can do better than just a brief shot of a damn taco truck. I mean like come on in a story about a young woman going against the government for the greater good why not put some rep into it ya know!

5) We're making it light sci-fi, not like SUPER high tech but definitely beyond what we've got currently, as shown with Carmen's prosthetic, and don't worry I'm doing my research as a disabled person I know how it feels to be misrepresented or ignored so I want to make sure I'm being realistic

6) PLAYER ISN'T GOING TO BE A CHILD! I don't know if this bothered anybody else but to me it was really weird that this 16 year old's only friends were in their 20s!

Alright I think that's what I'm gonna say for now, I'd love it if yall tuned in for updates if your curious since this is a passion project for me and my friend and we're having a blast writing it!

As always I am still working on stuff for Ninjago cause I could never abandon my one true love, currently there's a Pixal drawing in progress (it's giving me hell T-T) something for Cole and Geo, and something of Sora MAYBE even Euphrasia if I'm feeling up to it.

Having said that I hope yall have a great day/night and PEACE OUT!