#WEEK 4

[baeurrow]

keep them coming please thank you

[glittter-vamp]

“One at a time”

[99aceace]

Wrecker's little brothers are so tiny he can lift all of them at once.

Summer of bad batch. Week 4: cadets

@summer-of-bad-batch

[spidervman]

QB1 looking mighty fine on this wednesday evening (afternoon ig if you’re in california)

[runninriot]

Loud Like Love

belated entry for @steddiesmuttyseptember week 4

prompts: loud, vibrator | rated E | wc: 2.832 | tags: pre steddie, auralism, voyeurism, masturbation, gay Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson thinks he's straight, self-discovery, implied friends to lovers | complete fic on ao3

Moving in with Steve had definitely been one of his better life choices, maybe even the best. He doesn’t exactly remember when and how they’ve become so close but somehow they just... clicked, formed a friendship that goes beyond anything Eddie had ever experienced before. Eddie likes having Steve around, finds comfort in his presence.

They shouldn’t work the way they do, considering how very different they are. But they do.

Steve, despite his love for all things Eddie hates (like Sports and Pop music, ugh. Really, dude?) is like, the coolest guy he knows. He’s kind and funny, always has his back and never gets mad at him even if Eddie’s being an annoying little shit. He’s his perfect counterpart, the glamour to his grunge.

He’s his best friend and Eddie wouldn’t want to give this friendship up for anything in the world. He loves him. Strictly non-romantically of course, he’s not that kind of guy. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, it’s just not for him. He leaves that to Steve, who never made a big thing out of it, told Eddie right away the day they met that he – quote – loves dicks and if Eddie had a problem with that, he could fuck right off.

Eddie did not have a problem with that, not at all. Still, he remembers how baffled he was. Not so much because of the confession itself but rather because of how bold Steve was. Eddie envies how comfortable he is in his own skin, how open and unapologetically himself. Steve’s proud of who he is, just like he should be, and sometimes Eddie wishes he had just an ounce of his friend’s confidence.

Shame and self-consciousness are words that do not exist in Steve Harrington’s vocabulary. It’s something Eddie learned quite quickly after moving in with him.

Because while Steve hasn’t had much luck in the past when it came to long lasting relationships, he sure as hell has a very active sex life - contrary to Eddie who has neither one nor the other, who’s always on the lookout but never quite interested enough to make even a half-hearted move on the girls he meets because somehow, none of them quite live up to his expectations. There’s always something missing.

Steve doesn’t seem to have that problem, or maybe he’s just not very picky. That’s why Eddie has become used to walking in on a random stranger hanging off Steve’s lips for one last kiss before he kicks them out after he’s had his fill, never to be seen again.

It’s... okay. Eddie doesn’t mind, not really. Is he jealous? Sure, he won’t deny that. He hasn’t been touched or kissed or even casually fucked in forever, so forgive him for maybe, sometimes, staring a little too longingly whenever he catches sight of Steve in the arms of another man – hair tousled, dressed in only his boxers, all fucked-out and tired from not getting any sleep – when he sees his nightly visitor off the next morning.

It makes him yearn for something like that – not the ‘kissing a dude’ part, obviously. But the idea of having another person’s body pressed close to his own makes him turn into a begrudging, green-eyed monster.

Don’t get him wrong, Eddie is happy for Steve, but recently it's become a bit of a problem because-

Steve is loud.

    Fuck, he’s loud. Even with their bedrooms separated by a narrow hallway Eddie can hear him scream and moan and whimper through two closed doors whenever he- well.

They’ve never talked about it and Eddie never complained, never felt the need to bring it up, simply plugged his ears with headphones whenever he woke up to those unmistakable noises, blasting music until he fell back asleep.

But lately, his ability to ignore whatever is going on in the other room has been dwindling.

His involuntary celibacy must really be taking its toll on his sanity. What other explanation could there be for the fact that listening to Steve yell out the words ‘Fuck me! Harder! Right there! Oh god, yes!’ night after night after night has become something close to actual, physical torture?

    Shit, it’s even hard to admit it to himself but godfuckingdamnit, it makes Eddie want to do nasty things. Bad things. Things he should not want to do to the sound of his best friend’s moaning.

The urge to slip a hand into his boxers and fuck his own fist to these noises has become almost unbearable. And what’s even worse, so morally wrong, is the fact that for a couple of weeks now, every time Steve brings home another date, Eddie lies awake and waits. He waits and he listens, fully intentional, unable to stop himself from acting like a fucking creep.

It horrifies him, makes Eddie want to kick himself almost as much as he wants to touch himself.

He knows it’s wrong.

Eddie should probably talk to Steve, tell him to tune it down because he feels like a ticking time bomb about to explode any moment, too close to losing himself, to cross a line he cannot bear to cross.

    Oh god, he needs to get fucked like yesterday. Eddie should go out and find a girl to ride him until his dick falls off, or at least for long enough to satisfy whatever horny Devil has taken a hold on him.

This has to end.

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[weekly-watchdogs]

Watchdogs running from Captain Tim

#4 CAPTAIN TIM!

[laughhardrunfastbekindsblog]

All Together, Always

Summer of Bad Batch | Week 4 | Prompt: Cadets

Rating: G

"Do you think anyone will sit with us this time?" CT-9903 whispered as he and his squad approached the mess hall.

"Are you kidding?" CT-9904 scoffed - one would never have thought it possible for a child as young as he to have already developed so much cynicism. "We'll be lucky if no one tries to break Two's glasses again."

CT-9903 hung his head in disappointment. "Aw, I thought... I thought being old enough to go to the cafeteria would mean making more friends."

"There's very little evidence that will ever be the case," CT-9902 piped up. "Extrapolating the pattern noted since our entire cohort has started going to the mess hall for meals suggests we will likely never be warmly welcomed by the other cadets."

"Uh... What's expalotate mean?" CT-9903 asked in confusion.

"Extrapolate. To extend a conclusion drawn from..."

"Who cares," CT-9904 interrupted, "you know he likes using big words. And there's the point. We're too different. We're defectives. They'll never accept us."

"Doesn't matter. We have each other." CT-9901 spoke up now, and he was so confident the others took heart. "Oh-Three, you're in front today. Oh-Two and Oh-Four, take middle. I'll bring up the rear."

They quickly got into formation and continued walking forward toward the mess hall doors, though CT-9903 stopped and looked back at his brothers with some trepidation before stepping through the threshold.

"All together?" he asked.

"Always," they replied.

@summer-of-bad-batch

[xx-completely-in-ur-car-xx-blog]

Week 4: Old Prompt (Fave S1 Episode)

I've been putting this one off— partly because I'm busy working on a couple things for future prompts (that I hope you all love), but mainly cause I really don't know which one to pick! I will, however, avoid being a coward & say I always vibed with The Brewed— it had a fun gimmick, and it's just so unapologetically stupid of an idea that I can't help but love it.

Still, in the spirit of loving them all:

Which poster is your fave?

[baeurrow]

praying rn cause if we lose tomorrow i’ll be loosing it all

[glittter-vamp]

Pookie to pookie 🖤

[99aceace]

Omega is trying to sneak out in the middle of the night to do some exploring. But Crosshair won't let her go alone.

Summer of bad batch week 4. Alternative prompt: "You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen."

@summer-of-bad-batch

[ilovejustinherbert]

He's so cute!

[jarring-behavior]

a beauty 🤩

x x

[nonetoon]

Caught-on-Tober Week 4: The Candy Bowl 🍭 🍬 ✨

22. Lollipop / 23. Kettle Corn / 24. Sour Candy / 25. Your Favorite / 26. Caramel Apple / 27. Candy Corn / 28. Empty Wrappers

[jerzwriter]

week 4

rules: put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for their favorite! <3

[vewyscawywriting]

Kinktober Week 4 - Overstimulation

Fandom: FNAF SB

Pairing: Sun x Reader x Moon

Wordcount: 669 words

Tags: fingering, overstimulation, punishment

Summary: After you’ve forgotten to tell your animatronic lovers you had the week off, both of them decide you need punishment for your forgetfulness.

You groaned as the lights went back on. Moon had been in a frisky mood, and as soon as he had spotted you in the empty daycare, just here to say hi after one of you security rounds, he had pulled you somewhere out of sight to touch you all over. And it hadn't even started cute like he sometimes would initiate with some kisses, some hugging, maybe even some teasing tickling, no he went straight for his prize; your pants and underwear were down as soon as he had pulled you to a safe spot. 

"Good day to you too, Moon," you said as you realised you were now naked from the waist down,  Moon hovering over you with a shit eating grin, and fingers at the ready. 

 "Naughty little Star," he giggled, voice edged with his signature growl, "When were you going to tell me and Sun that you had the last week off?" 

Oh, that's what you had forgotten. You were a 100% certain you had told Sun at least once, but he might've been in the middle of wrangling some kids, and you had told yourself you'd tell him properly when he'd be able to actually listen to you. And then you'd completely forgotten. 

"I did," you squeaked, but didn't sound very persuasive as Moon already had one finger wriggling inside of you. "Moon, you're really-" 

"Liar, liar, pants on fire," Moon sang, thrusting one long finger in with every word. "For forgetting and lying I'm now going to punish you." 

And what a punishment it was. First you were unsure how him fingering you could be punishment, until you were so close to the edge and you suddenly feared he was going to deny you your orgasm. He didn't. With a growl he told you to come, and you gasped as you did, realising with fear he wasn't stopping his rough thrusting. His other hand had found itself under your shirt, kneading your boobs as he growled against the skin of your thighs. Sharp teeth just rubbing against the skin as his tongue came out to lick up against your outer lips. 

"That's one. Can you keep count for me, Sweetling?" 

And it hadn't stopped at that one, or the one after that, you were already sobbing in the minutes it took for the lights to come back on, sticky and sore as Moon had brought you over the edge quite some times. Relief flooded you as the lights sprung on, but Moon's giggle and the little wave he did promised you more to come. At least being with Sun would grant you some relief from Moon's pleasure turned torture, or so you thought. 

You quickly realised that was not the case as Sun came out, pout in his voice so evident you could've sworn his permanent smile had turned into a frown. 

"Sun, I really told you," you mumbled desperately, weak from Moon's onslaught, and so ready for a little break, but Sun wouldn't hear it.

"I can't remember, Sunflower, and therefore it never, ever happened. My memories are perfect, you know?" He wiggled his fingers, still slick from your juices, inspecting them briefly before pushing you back down onto the little nest that you were in. 

“Please, Sunbun, I need to get back to doing my rounds, my job-“ 

“Can wait,” Sun interrupted, almost sounding mean when he pressed his cool fingers against your clit that was still throbbing and swollen. “Moon had his chance to punish you, and now it’s my turn. It’s only fair!” He leaned down to give you a peck on the lips, but his sweetness was offset by the rubbing of his fingers over your body, telling you he was still being strict with you. Punishment far from over.

His long fingers slipped inside, and you sobbed as you felt you body respond instantly. And really, for all your complaining this was the best kind of punishment you could’ve wished for. It was going to be a long night.