#When he does shit like this && he isn’t even /40/?!

[holeforzenin]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI!

Tw - STEPCEST, cheating, age-gap(early 20s n early 40s), anal play, daddy/dad kink, oral, some really inappropriate and gross stuff. Stepcest isn’t blood related. Not proofread.

A/n - “Toji wouldn’t do th-“ I don’t give a shit, goodnight.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who secretly rubs your little pussy through your thin cotton panties from underneath the blanket while you're having a movie night with your family in the living room.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who tells your clueless mother that he’s taking you on a daddy-and-daughter bonding trip for a few days so the two of you can spend more time together and get to know each other more which only ends up with his hefty cock being stuffed deep into your innocent pussy— filling you up to the brim in some random hotel not too far from your house.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who instantly gets rock hard whenever you'd call him “dad” or “daddy”. He just can’t help when a sweet young thing like you is innocently batting your eyelashes up at him and asking him for his assistance. God, you’re so helpless, you can’t do anything without the help from your dad, not even cumming. :(

Which is why he has to sneak into your bedroom dead at night and skillfully poke his stepdaughter’s g-spot with his fat tip till you can finally cum and make a big mess on his cock.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who's obsessed with you sitting on his face, your warm dripping pussy nestled in his mouth while his eager tongue skillfully laps at the essence of your arousal from your glistening entrance. His nose presses into your rim purposefully, causing your adorable hole to wink against his nose in playful response to his inhales and breathing. He needs you on his face at least once a day :(

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who you coincidentally encounter in the bathroom, late at night while he’s pissing so that quickly escalated with his girthy cock now being shoved down your throat and he's thrusting it rhythmically in and out your mouth. Your eyes begin to well up with tears which only fuels him even more to use your mouth to his favor as he deviously grins down at you when he notices how you're helplessly playing with your drenched pussy with your fingers.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who gets off from being risky, especially when your mom is dozing off on the couch and he has you forcefully bent over the cold marble kitchen counter with one of his muscular hands pressed firmly against your lower back so you won't escape from his hold. His fat thumb is clogging your ass and his veiny cock is stretching your little pussy apart around his shaft while his angry tip is exploring the depths of your cunt.

He'd be such a mean man and force his thumb deeper and deeper into your asshole just so he can get a cute reaction from you and hear you whine while you desperately claw at his beefy forearm for him to stop :( He only chuckles and laughs at how scared you are as if you don't love it as much as he does.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who loves referring to himself as Daddy while he's balls deep into your slippery hole. Your trembling knees are knocking against your soft, bouncing tits and you're desperately gasping for air while your nails are sinking into his strong hand that's encircling your neck. "Shh shh c'mon be a good little step-kid f'daddy and take my cock". He whispers, trailing a thumb up to your glossy lips before inserting it into your mouth for you to suck on.

His cock is crammed into your tight pussy, and the way you keep sucking him in deeper and deeper every hazy second makes him not want to pull out anytime soon. He just can't get enough of your pussy. "That's it, that's baby, yer making daddy feel sooo good".

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who has developed a habit of sniffing your cunt and ass, he just can't help it :( he just loves your natural scent and can't get enough of you when he's bending down behind your small figure while you're engrossed in cooking dinner for the family and pulls your shorts down to bury his pointy nose in your moist pussy.

A plague of worries clouds your head when you feel his nose prodding into your tight entrance in the open. "T-toji! n-not here, she'll see!", you pleaded as you attempted to push his head away from your rear only for him to clasp both of your hands into his larger ones with just a chuckle rumbling against your cunny. soft whimpers escape your lips when you hear his loud whiffs of your pussy.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who loves nothing more than licking his step-daughter’s little pussy at any given chance he gets :(

It's so prohibited and “taboo” and the older man is very much aware of that but he just can't help it when he's quietly slipping into your bedroom late at night to run his salivating tongue over the sapping mound— He’s been practically thinking about it the entire day.

His clothed cock immediately starts twitching uncontrollably every time his grimy thoughts clouded his vivid imagination, all he could do at work was discreetly palm his hardened bulge and give it a hard squeeze for friction and temporary relief.

He barely could wait till everyone was asleep to taste your delicious pussy again.

A deep involuntary groan leaves his lips from the taste of your creamy pussy melting on his tastebuds. The sensation of the sticky slick clinging onto his tongue stirred a desperate throbbing in his cock, yearning for more. God, every fiber of his being ached to plunge his hard cockhead into your warm, virgin pussy and ravish you until you painted his shaft with your cream but he won't... at least not yet.

Luckily for him, you were sleeping on your stomach and the tranquility of your slumber allowed him to cautiously lower your adorable panties down, gently resting it at your lower thighs, and parted your plush cheeks using his thumbs to peek at your delicate pussy. The glossy sheen veiling your folds glistened in the dim light, making his fat cock throb with urgency.

“Fuck, so pretty” he whispered breathlessly, sticking his tongue out to lap at your messy folds, his tongue flickers back and forth, licking up at your wetness and replacing it with his spit and intertwining saliva. Unfortunately for him, you weren’t a heavy sleeper so the sensation of his soft, wet tongue wiggling against your most intimate place was enough to stir you awake.

Your eyelids flutter open weakly, giving way to the heavy fog of slumber that still clung to your countenance. Sleep is evident in your features as your tummy tingles from the continuous sensation of the stimulation. Your vision was clouded with fuzziness but you could still make out the muscular silhouette of your step-father.

He was huge and muscular, he wasn’t built like some ordinary man so there was no mistake that it was him.

“Daddy?”You mumbled innocently, rubbing your eyes in hopes of having a clearer view after.

“W-hat are you doing?”

“Shh shh, go back to sleep doll. Dad’s gonna take care of ya” he lightly chuckled before caressing your ass and placing a few wet kisses on your soft cheeks.

[silvcrignis]

Since she's 5'1, what would she theoretically do if someone were to use the top of her head as an armrest. How much of them might be left

Ask Random Questions About These Shiteheads || FOREVER & A DAY ACCEPTING || Also hey @markedbytheuniverse ur lil OC’s mentioned here 🥰

Oh. Oh Greyface 💕. It depends on who does it. Claude & Sevina do that shit or just flat out hold onto her head to her alllll the time & Keira loves it, gets this bigass grin on her face while her arms loop around the one on her head, if she really likes or trusts someone they are allowed to touch her head/hair anytime she gets really happy. Sirens & Siren bloods are very receptive to physical touch & VERY protective of their hair because vanity is very much a thing for them so they fold™️ when someone they favour touches them anywhere, even their soft & pretty™️ hair.

Now… If she doesn’t like you. She’s doing the same thing Claude did to Alistair Triton back when the two had beef (they’ve made up since this fight, dude finally came around & stopped calling Amadis & Alaine gross abominations & shit, finally started being a GOOD grandfather to them)

But yeah you touch her head & Keira doesn’t know you know you or L ike that you might indeed die of blood loss or from the sheer BRUTALITY of being beaten to a bloody pulp by your own appendage. Beelzebub learned this the HARD way once but unfortunately he did survive the arm slappening. *sigh*

[domesticgoddess22]

wish upon a cowboy

chapter 4: guilty as sin? - Joel's POV

pairing: raider!joel miller x fem!reader

Summary: A rugged raider takes you under his wing after hunters leave you for dead. The two of you form a team and you quickly grow attached to him–mumbling, grumbling, protective Joel Miller. When you divulge your wishes to experience life before the outbreak, Joel decides to make them come true. All of them.

warnings: age gap (early 20s/mid 40s), praise kink, breeding kink, daddy kink, unplanned pregnancy, unprotected piv, canon-typical violence, light choking, dom!Joel, angst word count: 4.6k words (chapter 4) rating: 18+ explicit MDNI masterlist here

Joel knows he doesn’t have a soul left inside his body, that he should be feeling distraught over the damn deer just like you are, but he doesn’t really give it much thought. His mind is occupied with how your tits looked this morning and he knows he’s going to hell for it. 

He’s been stiff since the second he saw you, and it took every ounce of self-control in his body not to take you right then and there. But he didn’t, maybe because there’s still humanity left in him after all,  but damn did he want to fuck you. Badly.

These thoughts whirl around in his mind as he paces around in the middle of the woods. He’s been alone for so long, the last time he even had a good fuck–before he had you–was probably half a year ago. Once he had a taste of you… fuck–he needs to have more. 

Doubt and uncertainty cloud above him whenever he thinks about his self-restraint capabilities. He’s a man, you’re an attractive young woman–so much so that his instincts are becoming fucking hard to ignore. He’d already slipped up once, pumped an entire six month’s worth of his seed into you. He isn’t a good man and he knows that, he’s done a lot of things that aren’t right, but he could sure as hell blame the alcohol for that last bit. 

Tommy would surely be disgusted with what he’d done, sleeping with someone half his age. His brother was never able to look at him the same after the hunts. Joel can’t imagine Tommy would even be able to look at him at all for this. Not that he’ll probably ever see his brother again…

Tommy always had remnants of the man he was before and it showed. Joel didn’t have anything left, and even so, back before things went to shit, he wasn’t excatly a stand-up guy. He was young when he had Sarah, had to raise her all on his own so he did what he needed to. Stole–not cars but other things–and he lied a lot. Cheated his way through life just to make sure his kid had food on the table and a roof over her head. 

Eventually, his contractor business became more stable so he didn’t have to resort to being an asshole, but he did do other things he knew weren't considered by the general public as polite behavior. He had women to keep him company whenever Sarah was at school or sound asleep. He’d sneak out and get laid by some chick in cowgirl boots and a miniskirt that he picked up at the bar--and then he wouldn’t call them back. The next night, rinse and repeat. He’d done it so many times that he'd lost count of his score. 

That was another time, but the truth is, Joel still isn’t a great guy. If anything, he’s even worse now.

Yet, he still knew up from down and right from wrong, even if he didn’t choose right, he did feel like he took advantage of you, a vulnerable little thing. Needy. You’d probably do anything for any guy that took care of you like he does given the circumstances. Compared to Joel, most of your life you’ve been pretty sheltered and he could tell. Never had to kill anything when you lived in the QZ, only lasted two days outside of it by yourself, and ever since then you’ve had him to do everything for you.

You’re in the tent, sleeping like a little lamb and he’s a big bad wolf on the verge of losing his fucking mind, his dark eyes boring into the zipper of the tent. He remembers the soft cushion of your breasts against his arms, the way you felt up against his chest while he showed you how to hold the gun, how your moans sounded when he was driving his cock into your wet folds.

Joel wants you. Now.

A sinful smile curls at his lips when he thinks about how his spend dripped out of you that night, his mind wanders further into the lustful abyss, fantasizing about your belly growing swollen with his baby. 

He’s practically in a lustful trance right now, wanting to fuck you, fill you, make you his. 

Joel finds himself deep in the woods now, close enough to hear you call if you need him, but far enough away for him to have privacy. The bark of a chestnut oak tree is digging scaly patterns into his left palm. His belt is loose, the buckle is swinging around his thigh, jeans sagging around his crotch as he bucks his cock in his hand, furiously stroking it with the slick from his spit. 

It’s like he’s a damn twenty-something again, imagining you in that sexy pink bra of yours– and with a thong to match. He’d unhook your bra with ease, just as he’s done a million times, and then he’d watch in awe as your perfect tits were on display for him, groaning as he sucks on your perky peaks. Fuck your breasts were so full lately, maybe it was his carnivorous mind playing tricks on him, but he felt like they were just begging for his attention.

He’d press you up against the tree, spread your legs, and hook one of them around his waist. 

Then he’d slide your panties to the side to make room for himself, not bothering to take them off. Your pink pussy would be dripping, all wet and ready for him and he’d slip out a curse or two at the delicious view of your cunt.

The big head of his cock would line up at your entrance and then he’d press in, one inch at a time, slow and steady in his movements like he was holding his rifle and waiting for the perfect moment to pull the trigger. The feel of your walls constricting around his head would knock the breathe out of his lungs, again, and he’d bottom out with a loud groan. His rhythm would start off paced, giving you some time to adjust to his size, and then he’d pound into your little pussy, balls kissing your folds and his tongue tangled with yours.

Joel liked the way you tasted, fresh like summer rain with a hint of honey. You tasted so sweet. 

Needy girl, fuckin’ soaked on my cock. You like that? You like that, baby? Yeaaah, you like that. Lemme hear your little moans–tell daddy how much you like it.

Your moans were the sweetest sound, a song he was hearing for the first time at just the right pitch–the perfect cadence for him to come. Joel, Joel, Joel! Harder, please, please, more, ahhhhnn, Daddy!A mess of his spend decorates the dirt at his feet and the guilt seeps in as he looks at what he’s just done–and what he thought about did get it done. Yeah, he’s disgusting and he knows it but the pietist in him died at seventeen when he told his ma he wasn’t going to church anymore and just about kicked him out of the house. 

This isn’t the first time he’s jerked off to the thought of you in the last month–and it sure as hell won’t be the last. It’s the only thing keeping him from actually laying his hands on you. He’s replayed this same scene and–many others–in his head that he’s starting to run out of ideas.

He’s chased his own release at the thought of himself buried deep inside of you, over and over again. But it was never enough–he was hungry. And it was becoming impossible for him to feel satiated by his hand alone.

Back at camp, the venison is still cooking over the spit, the meaty smell permeating the air, surely making both of your mouths water. Joel’s eyes land on you, rummaging through your bag, frantically digging through each pocket like something was missing.

“Hey. You’re awake.” His low, grumbling tone sounds grumpier than he means for it to be. He’s still getting used to having someone around. At having a woman around to soften his nature instead of one of his old raider buddies he’d boss around or tell them to go to hell whenever they wouldn’t shut their yappers. “How are ya feelin’, darlin’?”

“Better. Just a little hungry now. How long til the meat is done?”

“That ain’t gonna be done cookin’ until dinner, darlin’. Help yourself to whatever you can find in there.” Joel points to the crate he built that’s packed with foraged goods and the spoils of your scavenger hunts in town. He drags his gaze back down to your hands, fingers digging into the muddy fabric. “Som’ wrong?”

“No.” Your lips pucker up whenever you’re cross with him, and he knows you’re up to something but he can’t help but fight back a smile at how pretty you look when you’re about to get sassy.

“Ya holdin’ on to that thing so tight, your nails are about to pierce through the damn denim.”

“Did you take anything out of my bag?” Your eyes snap to his.

Joel laughs through his nose in disbelief, and then he licks the back of his teeth and says, “And why would I take anythin’ out of your bag?”

“I dunno, maybe cuz I was sleepin’ and you thought it’d be funny?”

“No, I did not take anythin’ outta your bag while you were sleepin’. You’re welcome for carryin’ you back.” His voice is dry and even, not bothering to hide his lack of amusement.

“Ughhh… Sorry Joel. I’m just missing something important and I’m still a little out of it after fainting earlier.”

He adds a few sticks to the burning fire, eyes watching the meat cook. “You should drink some’n, stay hydrated. I uh-brought some fresh water from the creek. Just need to let it boil.”

“Thanks.”

“So what was it?” Joel says after you crack open a box of frosted mini wheats, a cloud of sugar and cereal bits explode when tear open the ancient plastic wrap.

“What was what?”

“The thing you dropped.”

“Oh.” You swallow down the dry miniwheat with a big gulp. “It was just stupid stuff–a pad.”

Joel narrows his eyes at you. “You just about ripped my head off over a damn pad?”

“They’re rare ya know?”

“Well let’s go back out and find it then.”

“No, no, no. It’s gonna be all dirty. There might be bugs on it and all that, I can’t use it now.”

Joel rubs his beard in thought, watching the fire dance in your big, beautiful eyes. Normal your face is so expressive, lit up with a sort of eagerness to live. But not lately. Something was different. It was subtle, but he’s taken notice of how your light has dimmed, how your once frequent chatter has been replaced with an eerie quietness. Joel starts to wonder what he’s done to make you upset. Making you accuse him of stupid shit he ain’t even done. He’d start to remedy the situation by acknowledging the events of today and apologize for the stupid shit he did that made you puke your brains out.

“I threw ya to the wolves ‘n I shouldn’ve done it. Just thought–I thought maybe you’d learn quicker that way.” He clicks his tongue, reflecting back on the horrors from earlier. “Next time we’ll start off with trappin’, start nice ‘n slow, then work our way up.”

“It’s all my fault that she suffered like that, isn’t it?” There’s a dazed, far-off look in your eyes as you gaze into the fire.

Joel is quiet in thought, not sure what to say to bring you comfort. He wasn’t built for that. Comforting people, that is. Not with words. All he knew how to do was protect… and kill. So he says the only thing he can think of to put you at ease. “The world is crueler now than it’s ever been ‘n ya can’t let it get to ya.”

There’s so much you haven’t had to experience yet, it makes you somehow innocent, almost untainted by the horrors of the world. He loves that about you, wants to protect your delicateness as much as he can for as long as he can. Shield you from anything that dares to corrupt your sweet soul–which is why he has to keep the dark side of himself a secret from you. The things he’s done, the people he’s killed, the torture he’s inflicted on countless individuals is something he knew you’d find downright disgusting.

Yeah, you knew he was a hunter, but he never filled you in on the gritty details of what that entailed. How he was so much worse than those hunters that left you for dead. Didn’t tell you that his brother abandoned him because he was a monster. If you found out, you might be scared of him, run away from him even. And he can’t have that. You're safe with him at your side and so this little secret of his is just to protect you, that’s all. You don’t need to know about his past or what he’s capable of.

Joel knows what’s best for you.

“It’s gettin’ cold now ‘n we need somewhere warm to stay soon.” Joel begins, cutting through the deer's breast with his knife. “Was thinkin’ we could head back to that cabin you liked so much.”

“Nah,” you say with that same distant look in your gaze and he had absolutely no fucking idea what was going on in your head. 

“Alright then. We could find another farmhouse, somethin’ more secluded than the ones we’ve been passin’. Think we might be able to find som’ nearby, near the creek ‘n the town.”

“Yeah, maybe,” you’re practically in a trance and Joel’s not even sure you’re actually listening, but he keeps talking to fill the silence–something you normally do.

“I’ve got a hoodie you can wear, it’ll be a little big on ya but it should do the trick ‘til we find ya som’n else.” He’s scrambling for words at this point. It isn’t in his nature to be the one driving the conversation, 

“Mmkay.”

Joel rests his elbows on his knees, folding his hands together. “‘S everythin’ alright, sweetheart? You’ve been quiet.” 

Eyes lidded, you look up at him. “Still feeling tired is all.”

“Get som’ore sleep. We can head into town in the mornin’ and get whatever you need. Maybe there’ll be pickled goods in one of the markets. Oughta be good for your stomach.” Joel is attentive to the fact that you have a sensitive stomach. First, it was the tuna, then you had a few instances where your nose would scrunch up in disgust if he tried to get ya to eat, and then the vomiting earlier today, all telltale signs that you were a delicate little thing.

He’s convinced that pickled goods will solve this little stomach issue of yours.

***

His hoodie looks good on you. He likes the way it’s too big for you, but despite that, he can still see the outline of your curves. After an hour of walking on an incline up into the town, you shed your layers to keep the heat at bay and Joel does everything he can to keep his eyes off your plump tits, barely held in place by your bra and spaghetti strap tank top. Were they always that plump?

He licks his lips and shakes the thought away. Getting a hard-on would be troublesome to hide from you, especially since the jeans he’s wearing today are a little tight.

Joel realizes that he isn’t interested in just sex with you, like all of the others he’d laid with. There’s something about you that he’s drawn to. Something that lights a flame in the dark chambers of his heart and gives him a purpose, a reason to live. Your enthusiasm and excitement for the world make him feel alive again, and it’s exactly why he’s so adamant about making sure he finds a way to knock out as much of your bucket list as he can.

These feelings that are developing toward you also explain why he feels an ache beneath his ribs when he sees how unwell you’ve been. Whether it’s the sickness you have or something else, he doesn’t know for sure, just knows it’s been dimming that beautiful light in your eyes and he’d give anything to make them shine again.

Up ahead, there’s a crusty sign that says Welcome to Taylor. You dip into the first convenience store that comes into view. Joel’s hand is on the small of your back as he ushers you in, carefully closing the door once both of you are inside.

Joel’s made it a habit to look for Twizzlers at every stop. “Sorry, darlin’. Looks like they’re all outta stock today.”

“It’s okay. I was actually in the mood for chocolate. See any around?”

“Chocolate huh? Never heard ya say that before. It’s usually all Twizzlers, gummies, and bright-colored candies that do it for ya.”

“Yeah, well I’m just in the mood for chocolate today.” You close the distance between you, hands resting on your hips, neck cranked up to look him in the eye. “That alright with you, cowboy?”  

There’s a cocky smirk on Joel’s face as he looks down at you, a little thing with a big sassy attitude and he’s glad to see that it hasn’t changed. He notices the rosy pink color of your lips and the thin layer of shine on your cupid’s bow that he can’t take his eyes off of. “You can do whatever you want, angel. I ain’t stoppin’ you.”

“Good. Let’s get moving then,” you say nonchalantly, heading for the door. Joel had already grabbed the last two jars of pickles and an old box of saltines that were hidden in the back of an old shelf. “There’s nothing else here that’s worth our time.”

“Ain’t true. There’s these,’ Joel argues, holding up a couple of composition notebooks and ink pens with what’s probably their last drops left to spare.

“What do we need with old notebooks and pens?”

“There’s an old community college down the main road,” Joel begins, awkwardly fumbling to finish the sentence as if completing it would admit something about what he feels toward you. “So you can go to school.” 

You stop in your tracks. “Last time I ‘went to school’ I puked.” 

“We’re gonna take it down a notch or two. I’ll show ya what school was really like back in the day.” 

Maybe it’ll put a smile on your face. Make you forget about all this shit.

Joel smiles when he sees how your face brightens up at the sight of the old college, bricks still red and distinct, nature not claiming it just yet. You both do a sweep through the main building, careful not to make noise and alert anyone or anything nearby, but the coast is clear. 

“First class of the day: Film Studies,” Joel says, unstrapping his gun and kicking his feet up on a dusty wooden desk, hands tucked behind his salt and pepper curls. “First thing you oughta know is George Lucas made the greatest films of all time: Star Wars. Completely transformed the film industry as we knew it. Nobody had dared to even dream of making some’n like this series before. Spaceships, blaster guns, entire fuckin’ planets we ain’t even seen before, right there on the big screen.”

“So it was about aliens?”

“Yeah, som’ like that. ‘S bout a galaxy far away, and all the inhabitants in it. Humanoids, Wookies, Droids, and Jedi Knights. The first movie came out in 1977, Star Wars: A New Hope, and tells the story of Princess Leia, her brother Luke who’s a Jedi, and Han Solo, a badass motherfucker–pilot of the Millennium Falcon. They’re tryin’ to save the galaxy from the big evil Empire.”

“Kinda like how we’re trying to save the world from the big evil Clickers?”

“Yeah… som’ like that… Except this is more fun cuz the good guys always win.” Joel tucks his legs under the desk and straightens his spine. “You takin’ notes?”

“Yes Mr. Miller, I am taking notes on your class about Star Wars.”

“Good, cuz I’m gonna give ya a test on this later to make sure you were listenin’.” 

“I’m listenin’ just fine,” you say, resting your cheek on your fist and biting the butt of the pen.

The rusted metal legs of the chair screech against the tile as Joel stands up, pacing the classroom now as he dives further into his lesson. Joel wasn’t a film junkie back in the day, if anything he was just an average guy that went to the movies now and again, but he had his favorites of course. He tells you everything he knows about cinema, mostly raving about what his favorite movies and shows were, but he shares as much as he can remember about film history, including some of the classic film directors like Alfred Hitchcock and Blake Edwards. 

His knowledge was limited, but he knew that what he had to share was more than enough to paint the picture for you. The light was back in your eyes and it warmed Joel’s soul.

“I like when you tell me about the stuff you liked back then. Wish you’d always tell me more about yourself like this,” you say, nibbling at your pen and looking up at him through thick lashes.

“Mmm,” Joel hums, and that’s about all he manages to say as his gaze is fixated on the window to your left. He looks back over at you. “Think maybe we should start heading back. ‘S already gettin’ dark.”

A gunshot rings in the distance and both of you snap your attention to the window. “There’s people here. What do we do?”

“Lay low. We’ll go out the back and find a quiet place nearby to stay for the night.” Joel’s voice is low but commanding as he straps his rifle back into place and waves you to follow him. “Come’on.”

***

The quietness after the gunshot feels eerie and unsettling. There’s an odd sense of safety in being alone nowadays, so the fact that someone is nearby means danger lurks. Joel scans the street for signs of life, his brain racing, gears turning as he tries to determine which house would be the safest, the one least likely to be broken into with the most convenient exits if the worst case scenario did happen and you both had to make a run for it in the middle of the night.

Not that running was really his style. If anyone came in at night, if anyone hurt you, he’d put a bullet to their head without remorse. He’d shatter their skull until they were utterly unrecognizable by their face alone, and he’d leave the rest of them untouched as a warning to any of their friends that if they fuck with Joel, they die.

“This one,” he points to a yellow house with white shutters. The front door is covered with debris and vegetation, but there are two adequate back exits on the east side of the house by the kitchen and on the south-facing side that leads to the once was garden.

Male voices in the distance keep both of you on your toes. Joel thinks they’re at least a block down the road and tells you he doesn’t think there’s anything to worry about just yet.

“What happens if they find us?” Your voice is riddled with fear.

“They ain’t gonna find us,” Joel says confidently. “No one saw us, no one heard us, ain’t no one lookin’ for us.”

“But what if they do?”  

He sighs, rubbing his beard in thought. “I’ll fuckin’ kill them.”

“What if they kill you first?” Your brows knit inward with desperation.

“That ain’t how I operate, sweetheart.”

“But what if?!” Your chest is heaving now, your eyes are wide, hands trembling as you reach to hold onto Joel’s shoulders. “I-I can’t fight Joel–can barely shoot a gun, you know that. How are we gonna take ‘em? What do I do if somethin’ happens to you?”

Joel squeezes your shoulders, pulling you an inch or two closer to him, eyes serious, brows furrowed as his eyes bore into you. “If anythin’ happens to me, you run. You got that? You run and you don’t look back.”

“No, I can’t leave you behind–I need a gun–I need–I need you. You don’t understand. I can’t make it without you–”

Joel hisses your name, teeth bared in a snarl. “No! If I’m down, you run. Understand?”

You nod your head rapidly in obedience. Joel can feel your little heart pounding away, and he thoughtlessly lets his thumb glide across the smooth surface of your skin, just above your heart before releasing his tight grip on you. 

“Upstairs,” Joel commands, and you follow. The first step creaks under Joel’s boot and he turns to you, a finger to his lips. 

Joel checks all the rooms, dusty, littered with crap, but good enough for the night. There’s one last bedroom to check before the two of you can safely stay there. Joel doesn’t like it when you go off on your own, and when he sees you twist the knob on the last door before he’s even finished his sweep through of the third bedroom, it takes every ounce of strength in him not to yell. 

The knob twists with a little squeak and then the little white door with peeling mint green paint swings open with a creak. You gasp, mouth agape at whatever lies beyond the doorframe, out of Joel’s view. 

“What?! What is it?!” He rushes to your side to see and before you can even answer the question, he answers it for himself.

Inside, the main wall is painted with a faded yet still colorful rainbow with a bouquet of balloons on each end. The ceiling is decorated with paintings of smiling clouds, and at the center hangs a lampshade shaped like a sun with golden strings holding little rainbow and star ornaments. They sway gently from your touch, making a melodic tinkling sound as they stir. 

Below the lamp sits a beautiful wooden crib ornately carved with hummingbirds and little flowers. The entire scene feels like something you’d read about in a book, a world where people lived vibrant, happy lives and painted childlike illustrations on their walls. It was as if someone captured happiness and sunshine and trapped it in this room so that all who walked in would feel a rush of joy, love, and warmth.

“A nursery,” you say in a gentle whisper, fingertips brushing over the little hummingbirds

Voices stir in the distance, growing louder with each passing second. Joel’s calloused palm clasps around your delicate wrist. “Baby, ‘m gonna need you to hide.”

You ignore him, continuing to look fondly at the crib.

“Are you listenin’ to me?” He tugs at your arm.

You turn to him, eyes glistening with tears. “Joel. There’s something I gotta tell you.”

He swallows, voice hushed. “Can it wait?” 

You shake your head and tears cascade down your cheeks like a river that’s just burst through a busted dam. Joel’s chest feels tight and his stomach is doing flips at the sight of you crying and he has not a single clue how to stop it, he just knows that there are men out there who could hurt you and he doesn’t have time for this. Your lips part, a shaky breath of wind escaping from your lungs before you compose yourself and finally say what you’ve been keeping to yourself for some time now. The secret you’ve been keeping frozen and locked away from him is now thawing, melting away the once-hidden layers of secrecy, and Joel was on the edge of his seat to finally find out what has been making you act so strange.

“I’m pregnant.”

~~~ au: Today is my birthday so I wanted to treat everyone and upload a few chapters here today! Enjoy <3 masterlist here

[konpeitonom]

jimmy headcanons with curly’s niece who is only working with pony express because of her relation with curly… naive and dumb and he doesn’t think she deserves to be working there (sfwandnsfw😬)

jimmy taking advantage of curlys niece.

sfw/nsfw — lowercase intended ^_^

fem reader - content warnings for legal age gap (18-25 implied reader, jimmy 30s-40s) jimmys character overall. manipulation? don’t like don’t read, block button is right there. minors do not read the nsfw section

requests are open and heavily encouraged, i write for every mw character ^.^

notes; requester is my friend yayayahahh i hope u like this.. short bc i did not have many ideas. u mentioned in dms he’d have a soft spot for u but idk if i showed that well oopsies. ~ never proofread as always

SFW

— you didn’t deserve your place at all, only got in because your uncle is some high and mighty captain. pony express is cheap, so he’d wonder why they’d add someone completely useless- young adult/older teenager who knows jack shit.

— was bitter about it (as if he didn’t use curly to get his job as well) but stopped when he noticed how cute you were. an idiot who has no idea what she wants to do in life, he needed that.

— i think he started pursuing you at first to kind of piss off curly. maybe not intentionally but like subconsciously, he wanted to hurt curly. and you boarding the tulpar was the perfect moment for that!!

— he’s met you before. him and curly are long-time friends, so probably at some sort of family gathering.. you didn’t catch his eye though, you were a teenager.

— i think he’d grow to have a bit of a soft spot for you, however. i think the others would think it’s simply because he and curly are close, so he has a bias towards curlys niece.

— you’d look up to him. he’s your cool uncles friend! how couldn’t you? and he’s a pilot? that’s cool. so cool. on paper, at least.

— no one would really be mean to you, but if they were, jimmy would get upset at them! it might come off as “he’s just so nice..” to you, but in reality he feels as if he owns you in a sense. you just look up to him so much.

— jimmy thinks it’s cute you’re so dumb and naive. he can mold you to whatever he wants. he has to play smart about it though. he can’t have you running off crying to your uncle, like he’d do anything- but still.

— hes the co-pilot, and while it’s a vital role it’s not like he’s the captain. still though, he’d use that as an excuse to sort of boss you around. like, “that’s not how you’re supposed to do it, are you blind?”

— then right after would say something sweet to keep you coming back. and he likes you, like “yeah, there you go, good job. do it right next time, yeah?” .. he doesn’t speak that way just to anyone, you’re special.

— would touch you subtly.. like light touches on your hips, waist. enough for you to notice but also enough for you to be like, “he’s just friendly” !!

— curly doesn’t notice it, ngl. even if he did he’d just brush it off like, “jimmys always like that with girls, pay no mind too it. but tell me if it gets too much, kid” .. and would still do nothing

— maybe he’d have a ‘talk’ with him? but that’s really it

NSFW

minors do not read

— for your first time, he would be nice about it. seriously. especially if you were a virgin. i mean, in his head he isn’t saying nice things but he’s gotta make you wanna stick around him, no? he’s charming with his words, so allll the shit things he does either flys by your head or are excused with how ‘nice he is sometimes!’

— we see this in the way he interacts with daisuke. he knows exactly what to say. ^_^

— after awhile he’d shame you to hell about it, sorry. doesn’t matter if he initiated it first. you’re still fucking weird for wanting to be with an older guy like him, let alone your uncles friend.

— he’d say shit like, “what if he walked in right now, huh? that’s your uncle.” and would laugh in your face as you clenched around him.

— he fantasizes about doing it in the cockpit, but he knows he can’t because curly can walk in at any time. too big of a risk for him. though maybe that’s the fun of it all.

— he’d do it if you suggested it though haha.. would make you call him captain because he’s weird like that. his jealousy for curly is evident in your relationship!

— “is this what pony express hired you to do?”

— he is a panty stealer. when you fuck there’s a 50% chance you’ll have to run back to your room to get a new pair of underwear because he isn’t giving it back.

— the other 50% is him cumming in your panties and making you wear it. yeah he’s gross, sorry. on your next trip you’ll know to bring double what you usually do.

— sex is all about him, honestly. i mean he knows he has to make it worthwhile so you’ll stay, but besides that his first priority is to please himself.

— contrayer to popular opinion, he likes it when you’re riding him. he feels in control; because at any time he can just grab your hips and fuck you himself.

— likes seeing your face contort and flush, pushing his face away in embarrassment as you make a mess of yourself on his cock.. he lives off that shit

— ok i’m done i hate this man

[delaware-lemme-smash]

Could we have some hcs of reader referring to some of the older MHA men (coughAizawacough) as "beekeeping age" and then they make her explain it? LMAO.

For those who don’t spend all their time on TikTok like I do, ‘beekeeping age’ refers to an attractive older man, usually in 40s/50s. Some of these guys technically don’t apply but we’re putting them in anyway!

Characters: Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori/All Might, Maijima Higari/Power Loader, Sasaki Mirai/Sir Nighteye

Contents: The existential struggle of trying to explain a meme to people who aren't chronically online.

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead

Age: 31

Yes, he’s only in his thirties, but Aizawa has the vibe of a retiree. He looks like someone who should be muttering “I’m too old for this shit” at any minor inconvenience. In fact, he often does. He’s said it several times today. 

Most especially when you looked over at him and told him that he looks like he’s ‘beekeeping age’. Now, as a teacher, Aizawa isn’t as out of step with popular culture as he might like you to think he is. Even if he doesn’t really bother with social media himself, he has twenty students who are all hooked to their phones like it’s a dialysis machine. He picks stuff up just by proximity, and it’s not the first time he’s heard the phrase ‘beekeeping age’. And while he might have a vague idea of what it means, he’s not just going to let you get away with calling him that. 

He looks straight at you, lifts an eyebrow and asks, “What does that mean?”

Which leaves you floundering a little, because you have to explain to Aizawa that it means you think of him as an attractive ‘older’ man. 

While he’s the furthest thing from vain, he finds himself a little bit offended.

“What the hell do you mean ‘older’? I’m thirty-one.”

“You have to admit, Shouta, you do give off the vibe of a grizzled older man.”

“I’m too old for this shit.”

Yagi Toshinori/All Might

Age: 55+

Toshinori’s the only one who really qualifies for this trope, and naturally, he has absolutely no idea what you’re referring to when you tell him that he’s beekeeping age. He grins uncertainly at you.

“I’m…not sure if that’s a compliment or not, but I’ve always thought that beekeeping looks like a relaxing hobby! As long as you’re not allergic!”

Of course, you take a little pity on him and explain that it means he’s a hot older guy. 

“Oh, are you referring to a DILF?”

Once you’re done spraying your coffee or whatever you were drinking everywhere, you demand to know where Toshinori heard that word and if he knows what it means. Let’s be real, Toshinori doesn’t run his own social media and doesn’t know squat about memes.

“Oh, a charming young lady walked up to me at a signing once and informed me I am what the young people call a DILF. Still can’t get anyone to tell me what it means! Slang these days! Ha!”

I dare you to try and get Toshinori to refer to himself as a DILF in front of Aizawa. Just for the hell of it. 

Maijima Higari/Power Loader

Age: 41

Higari can’t catch a break. Not only is he very short and look a couple decades younger than he actually is, leading to a lot of unfortunate misunderstandings, now he has some whippersnapper calling telling him to go start a beehive. 

He’s probably the only one on this list that actually knows what it means. I feel like because he’s so in line with cutting edge technology that he’s pretty on top of social media as well? He doesn’t seem like the type to lose step with the rest of the world when it comes to these things. So you don’t even have to explain what you mean when you tell him he’s beekeeping age. 

“Buzz off.” 

Sasaki Mirai/Sir Nighteye

Age: 38 

At first Sir Nighteye thinks you’re making some kind of joke. He stares you down, looking rather menacing even while his mind is turning over the phrase ‘beekeeping age’, looking for the pun or the play on words. When he can’t find it, he finally has to admit defeat and ask you gravely: 

“What does that mean?”

Sir Nighteye’s a little put out when you tell him it’s about good looking older men, because he doesn’t consider himself particularly old. Pacify him by telling him that he just gives off the dignified air of a mature man. He might scoff, but he’ll be somewhat more mollified. 

“I suppose I can accept that as a compliment. Although I think you ought to come up with better jokes. That one didn’t even contain a pun.”

[katethetank]

40 Year Old Virgin

Chapter 4 - My Heart Has Thawed and Continues to Beat

Rating: 18+ minors gtfo Chapter Summary: The boys spend more time together and Eddie isn't sure how to handle Steve's affections CW: Smoking the devil's lettuce, oh no there's only one bed, Eddie is clueless Pairing: Virgin!Eddie x Divorced!Steve Word Count: 3k

(Chapter title from “June on the West Coast” by Bright Eyes)

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Steve keeps his promise.

It’s been about two weeks since the night on his deck, and not a day has gone by where Eddie hasn’t heard from or seen the man. He’s stopped by the shop a few times and brought lunch. Subs, burgers, and Taco Bell. It’s been a nice change of pace from his microwave meals. 

A couple nights a week they meet at the Hideout for beers when Eddie gets off of work. He hates that he’s still in his coveralls when he sees Steve. The most he can do to feel less like a working stiff is to shrug off the top and tie the sleeves around his waist. Steve eyes him each time he does it, and Eddie tries his best to shake off the feeling that he’s being judged. He knows that Steve isn’t the superficial jock he was when he was a teenager, but having the man’s eyes on him like that makes Eddie feel self conscious.

Steve tells him about everything he’s doing at his parents’ house. He started with their room. He’s gone through their closets and bagged up tons of clothes, donating them to the local Salvation Army. His mom had a bunch of jewelry that he’s setting aside to pawn, because bills still need to be paid, right? And he’s planning on donating all the furniture to Habitat for Humanity. Further proving that he’s not who he used to be when he was a kid. Eddie knew that, of course he did, but hearing how freely Steve is just giving all this stuff away makes Eddie’s heart grow even fonder.

He moved on to his own room after that, saying that most of it was just trash. All the things he really cared about went with him when he moved to Chicago with Robin. So other than that godforsaken insanely tight Hawkins swim team shirt, it seems like everything else worth salvaging is being donated as well. The only thing remaining in there is the wallpaper.

Eddie was only ever in Steve’s room a few times back in ‘86, but that plaid insanity is not easily forgotten. And apparently not easily removed, either. Thirty year old wallpaper glue, he’s learning, is a bitch to remove. He offered Steve his help since he’s not really doing anything of value on the weekends anyway. So here he finds himself scraping away at the walls and going cross-eyed from all the vertical and horizontal lines.

“Jesus Christ, Harrington. Can’t we get Supergirl out here to pull this shit off with her mind powers?”

Steve snorts like a goon as he continues to scrape away at the section he’s working on. “That’ll be my plan B if we can’t manage this ourselves.”

“What’s she up to these days, anyway?” Eddie was never exactly close with El. He always had mad respect for her, though.

Steve smiles fondly like a proud father. “She’s in Michigan, not far from Joyce and Hopper. Works with an adoption agency finding homes for kids with special needs. Whole new definition of a superhero, if you ask me.”

“Shit. You’re not wrong.” He hesitates for a moment, wanting to know where everyone else has gone off to, while also grappling with the pain of knowing that they never kept him up to date on their lives to begin with. His curiosity wins out in the end.

“How‘s the rest of the gang?”

Steve stops his work for a moment, likely realizing how big it is that Eddie’s even asking. “They’re good. Nance and Jon are still in Boston. She works for a paper out there. Investigative journalism. Shocker, right? Jon does some freelance photography for the same paper. But mostly focuses on artistic stuff.”

“That’s cool. I didn’t talk to them much after they left. They ever pop out any kids?”

“Nah. Nancy is super into her career. That wasn’t anything she really wanted, even way back when.”

Eddie nods like he understands. “What about Argyle? We only had that summer to hang out, but he was fuckin’ cool. Weird as hell, but I loved that about him.”

“Oh for sure! We didn’t keep in touch, really. Last I heard he owns a pizza chain in southern California.”

Eddie barks out a laugh. “Of course he does! Bet there’s fucking pineapple on everything.”

“No shit. Mike and Will are in Cali, too. You think Robin and her girlfriend owning a bookstore in Portland was cliché gay? Those two settled down in San Francisco…Will has an art gallery, Mike manages a drag bar, and they’re working on a gay comic book together. Not to say that the comic book is gay, but like…literally it’s gay superheroes and shit.”

Eddie stops what he’s doing and is just staring at Steve. He had his suspicions about Will back in the 80’s too, but Mike? “How fucking many of us were queer, Steve?! Fucking Christ, was there something in the water here?!”

He snorts again and Eddie will never get enough of that stupid sound. “I don’t know, dude. Maybe. I was just as surprised when I found out. I guess Will came out in high school, and that made Mike start to realize some shit about himself. They kept it pretty quiet for a long time because…” Steve just shrugs and Eddie absolutely gets it. 

“Nuff said. How um…how is Max?” She was the only person who came out of that final battle worse off than Eddie. It took months for her bones to heal, and lots of physical therapy. Her eyes never fully recovered, but enough for her to be able to see with some thick glasses. She was a fucking warrior through all of that and Eddie respects the shit out of her for fighting so hard.

Steve gets that proud parent look again. “She’s great. Her and Lucas settled down in Nashville. She’s a child psychologist, and Lucas is a pediatric nurse.”

“Shit, that’s impressive. Looks like El’s not the only superhero, huh?”

“Definitely not.”

They work in comfortable silence for a while after that, until the last of the wallpaper is scraped off. It gives Eddie plenty of time to soak in all the details of everyone’s lives. Surprisingly, instead of feeling sad or bitter about their accomplishments…he feels really fucking proud of all these kids who went through so much shit and came out on the other side making the world they saved a better place.

Standing back with his hands on his hips, Steve surveys the room. “Drastic fucking improvement. I hope I never see plaid again. Thanks for helping out with this, Eddie.”

‘Yeah, no problem. I can help you paint in here too if you want.”

Steve reaches out and squeezes his shoulder. “I’m definitely not going to turn down spending more time with you.”

Eddie has no idea what to do with that. The casual touches alone are a lot to process. He doesn’t remember Steve being so tactile before, and every time he squeezes his shoulder, or pats his back, hugs him, leans into his space…it kind of throws Eddie off kilter. Almost as much at Steve saying he actually wants to hang out more. 

He awkwardly chuckles and tries to brush it off. “Yeah, you just like my free labor. I’m off on the 4th, actually. The shop’s closed for the holiday, so. If you want to celebrate the birth of our nation by slapping some paint on the walls, I’m happy to help.”

Steve kind of cringes and looks away. “Shit, I forgot about the 4th. Ever since Starcourt, fireworks kinda freak me out.”

Eddie remembers hearing all about that battle. He doesn’t blame Steve, or any of them, for having some fireworks-related trauma. “How about this…I can come over during the day, we get a couple coats of paint on, then we head out to my place. It’s far enough outside of town that you don’t even hear them. Maybe grill some burgers? Get stoned? What do you say?”

The smile on Steve’s face is radiant. “That sounds great, Ed. Let me bring the stuff for the burgers, though? Least I can do to repay you for all this.”

Eddie agrees and before he knows it, he’s got Steve Harrington in shorts and a t-shirt, flipping burgers on his little Weber. The sun is shining down on him, and bringing out these natural gold highlights in his hair. He’s so beautiful, it almost hurts to look at him.

It’s a hot day and Eddie ties his hair up in a bun to get it off his neck, and sets out the burger fixings. Steve also picked up some potato salad, and Eddie’s surprised to see it’s the vinegar kind. He fucking loves that stuff. “I thought you liked the other kind of potato salad, Harrington. The mayo shit.”

Steve looks over his shoulder and gives Eddie a small smile. “Yeah, but you like the vinegar stuff.” He shrugs like it’s nothing, and Eddie is once again surprised that Steve would remember something so insignificant. Well. Maybe not all that surprised considering he remembered what kind Steve likes.

They fix their plates and relax on the deck, enjoying the peace and quiet. As night starts to fall, Eddie notices that Steve keeps looking off to the east, in the direction of where the town fireworks will be going off. Eddie was serious when he told him you can’t hear shit out here, but he wants to put the man’s mind at ease and just let him unclench.

He gets up and takes their empty plates inside, tosses them in the trash, and packs a bowl. He brings that out with his acoustic and settles into his chair. Lighting the bowl, he takes a big hit and passes it off to Steve. He can’t stop himself from glancing over at his lips as he blows out a big cloud of smoke. They pass it back and forth for a while until Eddie can literally see Steve’s body relaxing. He starts humming along to a song that’s playing on the radio nearby and Eddie picks up his guitar and lazily plucks at the strings. 

The high has him feeling all slow and syrupy. The sky fades into darkness, and not a single burst of pyrotechnics can be heard. He chances a glance over at Steve to make sure he’s still doing alright, and startles a bit to see that he’s already looking back. His eyes are half lidded and there’s a soft little smile on his face. He looks content and Eddie mentally pats himself on the back for it.

“You look really good.”

Eddie fucks up a chord. “Huh?”

Steve snickers a little and raises his eyebrows. “I said, you look really good. With your hair up like that.”

Ah. Less of a rat’s nest, Eddie figures. “Oh. Thanks I guess. You know I chopped it all off a while back? Fuckin’ hated it. I didn’t feel like myself at all so I grew it out again.”

“Seriously? I cannot imagine you with short hair. Wouldn’t want to.”

Yeah, even Steve can probably tell that Eddie would look stupid like that. Eddie just keeps playing and staring out at the land around them bathed in moonlight. It’s probably just the weed, but this is the most relaxed he’s felt in a long time. And it’s really nice having someone else here with him. He’s trying to soak it all in before Steve has to head back home at the end of the summer. He doesn’t even want to think about that. Being alone again. Not having anyone to talk to or kill time with.

Steve pulls him out of his thoughts once again. “I forgot how good you are at that. Talented fucking fingers, man.”

Eddie snorts and keeps playing. “Right. Perfect for strumming a beat up old guitar and working on beat up old cars. Fuck…I really don’t want to go work tomorrow. I’m gonna have to turn in soon. You ok to drive or no?”

“Nnnnnope. Your weed kinda knocked me on my ass. Mind if I sleep here?”

Eddie’s heart does a little flutter. “Nah, that’s fine. I uh…cleared out Wayne’s old room though, so there’s just the couch.”

Steve groans as he sits up and gives Eddie a look. “We’re way too old for couch surfing, Ed. Can I just crash with you?”

Eddie’s heart falls out of his ass. “Uh…” Steve Harrington is asking to sleep in the same bed with him. He’d be fucking crazy to say no, but Jesus Christ this is going to kill him. “Sure. Or um…You can take the bed and I’ll have the couch.”

Steve stands up, takes the guitar out of Eddie’s hands and sets it in his chair. “Don’t be stupid. You’re even older than me.” He grabs Eddie by the hand and pulls him up to standing, and Eddie almost collides with that broad chest. Steve just…looks at him for a moment and then reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind Eddie’s ear. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.”

Yeah, Steve is going to kill him. This is so not fair. He’s being so sweet, and he’s so touchy, and Eddie is already jealous of whoever gets to have that. He just hopes it’s too dark for Steve to see the blush that has to be raging on his cheeks.

They head inside and clean up before going to Eddie’s room. It’s just big enough to fit a queen sized bed, thank god, because he doesn’t know what he’d do if they had to be pressed together on a smaller mattress. He offers Steve some pajama pants, but the bastard tells him it's too hot for that and just…takes his shorts off. Right there. In front of Eddie. He does his damnedest to avert his eyes so he’s not caught starting at Steve’s boxer briefs. Don’t look at his dick. Don’t look at his dick. Don’t look at his-

“Do you have a toothbrush I can borrow?”

“Yup! Yeah, lemme go find that.” Eddie bolts out of the room and frantically digs through his bathroom drawers until he finds a spare. This is fucking insanity. It’s like the gay gods are punishing him by dangling this fucking Adonis right in front of him. Maybe he never did make it out of the Upside Down and he actually died and has been in hell this whole time.

They get their teeth brushed and Steve climbs into his bed - Steve is in his bed!  - and Eddie shuts off the lights. He gets in and makes sure to stick as close to the edge of the mattress as possible so it’s not weird. His heart is fucking racing and he has no idea how he’s going to fall asleep like this. 

Steve shifts beside him and before anything can get even more awkward, or before Steve just asks him to sleep on the couch instead because this is too strange, Eddie just blurts out, “Goodnight Steve.”

Steve stills and after a moment, Eddie hears him take a deep breath. “Yeah. Goodnight Eddie.”

He doesn’t know how he manages it, honestly he can probably thank the bowl they smoked, but eventually Eddie does fall asleep. When his alarm beeps in the morning, he’s face down in his pillow and reaches over to smack at it until it shuts up. That’s when he feels it. An arm draped over his lower back and Steve’s head on his shoulder. 

Eddie is wide awake now. Steve must have rolled over in his sleep and not realized that Eddie was there. Now he’s got to figure out how the fuck to get out from under this man’s arm without waking him.

“Hmm…g’morning.” 

Too late. Steve doesn’t launch himself away from Eddie like he expected. He actually gives him a little squeeze before slowly rolling over and yawning loudly. 

Eddie needs to just play it cool. It’s no big deal. Just a couple friends crashing after getting stoned. Just a normal day and totally normal way to wake up. He sits up and throws his legs over the side of the bed. “Morning. You want some coffee?”

Steve groans while he stretches and Eddie looks over his shoulder at him. How dare he be so beautiful right when he wakes up. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll just have a quick cup and get out of your hair. Don’t wanna make you late for work.”

Eddie stands up and walks at a totally normal pace to the kitchen and gets the pot going. While Steve is in the bathroom, he slips back into the bedroom and quickly changes into his work clothes. When he comes out, Steve is perched on his counter looking sleepy and adorable and sipping black coffee out of one of Wayne’s old mugs. 

“You sleep ok?” Eddie pours himself a cup and adds too much creamer.

“Like the dead. Thanks for letting me crash, there’s no way I could have made it home in one piece.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

They sip their coffee in silence as Steve clicks away on his flip phone and Eddie puts together a sandwich to take with him. Once they’re outside and saying their goodbyes, Steve hesitates before getting into his truck. 

“Hey…Eddie?”

“What’s up?”

He chews on his lip for a second and Eddie tries not to stare. “Could I make you dinner on Friday? Maybe we can watch a movie or something?”

Ha. Like Eddie has anything else going on. Plus, when would he ever turn down a chance to hang out with Steve? “Yeah, that would be great. What time do you want me?”

Steve beams at him, and Eddie swears it’s brighter than the morning sun. “How about 6ish?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll see you then.”

They get into their cars and head out on the dirt road, and Eddie can still see the smile on Steve’s face in his rearview mirror.

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Our boy...is an idiot. But fear not, he will smarten up soon. Mostly.

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Some people are hating on Li Rong after episode 12, saying she is a vicious and vile woman who deserves to be used by Su Rongqing…and that she doesn’t deserve Pei Wenxuan.

I strongly disagree. In fact, I like her character. She has flaws, many flaws and sometimes I have shouted “girl no” at the screen because she does jump to the wrong conclusions a lot. Her personality has been moulded by the palace environment. She is proud, privileged, a hardcore skeptic and keeps her emotions reserved. Imagine a princess (mind you, she’s an eldest daughter) growing up in a palace where almost every person she’s interacted with is power hungry, even her mother and father. The treachery and bloodshed she must have witnessed. All over power. In her past life, she bent to all that. She would do what the powerful people wanted. She would convince her brother, the crown prince, to do what those people wanted.

She desperately wanted to find a trusted companion in Pei Wenxuan because she thought he is not from the palace and won’t go after power. She thought he will choose her and love her for her, Li Rong and not The Princess Royal. But in comes the trust issues when she sees him with Zhenzhen in his arms. She had taken one step forward in trusting him but then she took three steps back. Because trusting and communicating isn’t her forte. Those who have dared to trust in the palace have met with disappointment leading to death. Did her trust issues come in the way of Pei Wenxuan loving her? Yes. Do I hate her for it? No.

She does not become vicious or vile because she is unable to trust people. It is very tempting and easy it is to follow your fears and overthink shit all the time. She spent 40 years living this way so it will take some time for her to rewire her brain and resist and reject the urges to doubt.

I get that people are mad because Pei Wenxuan has put his heart out to her and she is still doubting him. But, that’s why I like her character. Because when she slams open the doors to herself and lets him in, that would be character development moment.

I don’t know what choice she will make in episode 13 but despite whatever choice she makes, I just want to put it out there that her trust issues come from complex, dark emotions and memories and not because the writer wrote a stupid and cruel female lead. Let’s not let the love for the male lead blind us to the point of hating the female lead because she doesn’t reciprocate his trust and feelings.

[solarsturniolo]

wait i wanna hear about this frat boy 🫣

@zebonos GIRLLLL WHERE DO I EVEN START 😭😭

1. all of my friends say he’s ugly (he’s 6’3’’ sue me)

2. he snores SO LOUD

3. he punches and talks in his sleep

4. he has a cocaine addiction

5. he’s a bouncer at a bar that i’m a regular at

6. his head is too small and his eyes are uneven

7. he gets mad and insecure about my attraction to vinnie hacker

8. he is HORRIBLE at communicating (which was the ONE requirement i had when i agreed to let my friend set us up together. I said idc what he looks like, idc if he’s just wanting to fuck, he HAS to be good at communicating)

9. our second time together he marked me with hickies, begged me to stay the night, kissed me on my forehead, told me he wanted a future w me, etc

10. our 4th time together (we were awake for two hours mind you) he said he wanted to marry me 3 times, wanted to have kids with me 2 times, said i love you 4 times, planned what our engagement rings would look like, etc)

11. i ended up fucking his roommate and he had a talk with me about it. (“yeah…he’s a good guy, so much better than i could ever be for you…but whose bed are you in right now?”)

12. held my favorite pair of earrings hostage for a month

13. he does not like when i unadd him on snapchat and will ask ALL of my friends why im mad at him when ive told him i hate using snapchat for communicating bc its cancer.

14. he does not sleep in the dark

15. fucked a girl with an std

16. tried to get with me without telling me he fucked a girl with an std

17. tried to LIE about fucking a girl with an std

18. insane alcoholic. i watched him crush a 24 case of beer in two hours

19. doesn’t acknowledge me unless i’m actively ignoring him

20. he will STARE AT ME AND FOLLOW ME AROUND THE BAR ALL NIGHT if we are there at the same time (my friends have WITNESSED THIS HAPPENING) (( @megamett44-lover ))

21. will text me at 3:00-5:00 in the morning saying he needs to talk about stuff but i’m obviously ASLEEP

22. has not taken me on a proper date. (but he will buy my drinks and offers to buy me food if we go to cookout or mcdonald’s so i guess i can’t complain)

23. sleeps with socks on

24. hogs the blanket

25. doesn’t take out his trash and lets it pile up in his room

26. he has an awful haircut

27. left me alone immediately after sex for 23 minutes to go watch his roommate get his head shaved (no aftercare) and then was confused why i wouldn’t speak to him

28. did i mention he snores? did i also mention i get MAYBE an hour of sleep if i spend the night because its so bad??

29. tries to convince me not to make him use a condom

30. threw a fit one time bc a vinnie hacker edit came up on my phone so, in retaliation, he decided to look at thirst traps and sexual audios on tiktok for half an hour. i told him it was making me uncomfortable and told him to stop about six times and he only did when i threatened to leave.

31. would call me princess after i specifically told him NOT to do that.

32. beer pong with a bunch of his frat brothers is apparently a ‘date’ in his eyes…

33. didn’t acknowledge me at a party we were both attending until his buddy basically told him i wasn’t gonna keep pursuing him lmao

34. got so shit faced at the bar that he kept telling his frat brothers “isn’t she so pretty” “god im with the prettiest girl in (insert city name) right now” “im about to post her on my story” “should i buy her flowers” and i was so uncomfortable that i almost left the bar. (i had told him i wasn’t looking for anything serious and that pda made me uncomfortable)

35. he deadass chugged nyquil in front of me “to help him sleep”

36. has roaches in his bathroom (frat house)

37. refuses to smoke weed but will do 6 lines easy peasy???

38. not smart

39. thinks he can manipulate me (he can’t and it drives him crazy that i don’t fall for it)

40. asked me to find someone (female) to have a threesome with us (every inquiry made the same face before saying “no thanks”)

41. He hyper sexualizes my attraction to women

42. asked me if i’d block every guy in my phone for him (we had been talking for two weeks)

43. he’s an asshole to his dog and calls him mean names and hits his snout and shoves him around

44. he is persistent on trying to get me to blow him (i don’t do blowjobs. he knows this. still tries.)

45. he blew $160 gambling at the bar the night we went out 💀

46. he’s younger than me and extremely immature

47. he thinks listening to chief keef is an unheard of personality trait. (“i know all of the lyrics to Love Sosa” okay, so do 9 million other people)

Dude i could go on and on about this mf he’s WEIRD.

[kayakima]

In honor of Super Bowl season here’s a new list:

Headcanon List: How the 104th cadet corps acts during sports games

(plus bonus Porco and Pieck)

Eren: gets WAY too passionate about his team to the point where he starts arguing with Jean over plays and penalties. Didn’t bring anything because he can’t cook and decided to come last minute. Sulks when his team loses but only lashes out if someone makes fun of him.

Mikasa: Wears the jersey of whatever team/player Eren likes, even if she prefers another team/different player. Brought extra plates and napkins and cups. Really fucking good at sports betting but does it for the love of the game not for the money.

Armin: There to enjoy the game and reminds Eren that it’s just a game. Asks Annie if she needs the rules explained but trips over himself clarifying that he’s not offering because she’s a girl and that he isn’t assuming she wouldn’t know because of that. Brought white cheddar popcorn.

Reiner: Gets really into it but in a fun way. Is willing to explain the rules but nobody really asks him. Eats ALL the wings and everyone gets mad until Jean says it’s fine and Reiner just needs to order more for everyone off his own card. Brought chips and salsa and then bought the second platter of wings. Bets on sports and is good at it but not as good as Pieck. Makes $90

Bertoldt: Doesn’t watch sports. Doesn’t know what’s going on. Mostly stays on his phone but enjoys the halftime show. Brought last minute cookies and feels bad because there aren’t enough for everyone.

Annie: Claims she’s only there to watch the commercials but actively shushes people from talking during the game. Brought a 24-pack of white claws. Doesn’t wear any team colors but quietly roots for Armin’s team when they score. Bets for shits and giggles and loses $20.

Historia: Doesn’t watch sports but wanted to go with Ymir to be social. Doesn’t leave the couch or her phone but dressed up in team colors for the photos. Brought decor she thought was cute so Jean and Connie’s apartment would be decorated. Also brought a veggie plate.

Ymir: REALLY into sports. Same team as Eren and they hype each other up when their team scores. Brought a 12-pack of Modelo and drinks 5 of them. Average sports better. Made $50

Marco: There because Jean insisted he come. Godawful at sports betting and loses $100. Only did it because Jean pushed him to and brushes it off when Jean tells him that he’s sorry for making him lose money. Stays to clean up after the game.

Sasha: Only there for the food. Bets on sports and is terrible at it because she prioritizes team colors and which players she thinks are attractive. Lost $40. Brought homemade buffalo chicken dip. Pieck gets mad that she ate the whole veggie platter.

Jean: Bets on sports and is good until the end of the game when his chart falls apart. Makes fun of Eren when his team loses. Bought the party platter of wings and tells Reiner that he needs to buy a new platter off of his own card when he eats them all. Brags about the TV sound system in the basement that he bought and nobody cares (I care Jean, I care about 5.1 surround sound).

Connie: Also hosted with Jean. Didn’t buy any food because he insisted that hosting was his contribution. Gets into the game but is more into the commercials. Is just happy to be there with everyone and keeps people from getting too worked up.

Pieck: Bets on sports and is really good at it. Jean’s chart originally lines up really closely with hers but he changes a few things secretly so it doesn’t look like he just copied her. She wins $300 and he loses $80. Brings Jell-O shots in team colors and uses part of her winnings to buy Mikasa a really nice birthday gift.

Porco: Does NOT shut up about how he used to play sports in college and “could’ve gone pro if he hadn’t torn his ACL”. Bets on sports but openly copies Pieck and also wins but everyone just says he cheated off of her so he doesn’t get any cash for it. Brought sliders and condiments. Even bigger sore loser than Eren.

Lmk if y’all want more 104th plus Pokkopiku headcanons I enjoy making these

[elliespassagerprincess]

Headcannons: Milf!abby anderson x reader (part 2)

Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

☆ Milf Abby who tries really hard to talk to you but you’re making it so fucking difficult.

☆ Milf Abby who tries calling, texting, literally all forms of communication but you leave her on read and you don’t even pick up.

☆ Milf Abby who’s frustrated but she knows she deserves it.

☆ Milf Abby who wakes up one morning to see you sent her a text.

With shaky hands she clicked on the message. The simple text read 4 words:

“me, you this Friday?”

Abby blinked, and she sat in silence for a while.

Holy shit this was happening.

She responded with a simple “ok ill pick you up at six”.

☆ Milf Abby who jumps up from her bed and yells “I got the girl!” But soon regrets it when Aubrey walks in and tells her to shut up.

☆ Milf Abby who was on cloud nine all week.

☆ Milf Abby who tells her coworkers about the pretty girl she’s going on a date with on Friday.

☆ Milf Abby who smiles at you, when she picks up Aubrey, and her heart feels like it could explode when you give her a little wave.

☆ Milf Abby who asks Aubrey what your favorite color is because she wants to wear an outfit in that color, because she read in an article it’ll increase her chances.

“C’mon baby tell me” Abby groaned.

“Give me chocolate first”

Abby’s jaw dropped.  “Aubrey its 9pm, you know you can’t eat chocolate at this time”

“No chocolate, no color”

Abby let out a sigh as she walked out of Aubrey’s room to her secret chocolate stash. She pulled out a chocolate bar, and she gave it to the little girl. Aubrey immediately opened the bar and she took a big bite.

“ok talk”

“she likes green” Aubrey spoke with a mouth full of chocolate.

☆ Milf Abby who takes her daughter to bed, and orders a custom suit in green.

☆ Milf Abby who goes to work the next day and finds out they hired someone new.

“Who is he?” she asked while looking at Nora.

“I don’t know man”

“as long as she doesn’t break my record”

Nora rolled her eyes “of course he won’t abs, you’ve won the most cases in this whole firm”

☆ Milf Abby who tenses when she sees who was hired.

☆ Milf Abby who felt sick when he walked towards her.

“hi I’m- “

“heaters dad”

“Yeah” he chuckled “my name is actually Jason”

“I’m Abby”

The air was tense.

“what do you want dude” Abby said irritated.

“Look are you and the new teacher together?” He asked. Abby felt her eye twitch at his question.

“It’s none of your business”

☆ Milf Abby who thought her week was ruined, but when she got home her suit had arrived.

☆ Milf Abby who almost pees herself on Friday morning because today is the day.

☆ Milf Abby who takes the day off to get away from Jason and to relax.

☆ Milf Abby who spends hours on Pintrest to look for the perfect hairstyle.

☆ Milf Abby who’s ready by 3 in the afternoon.

☆ Milf Abby who asks Aubrey and her dad how she looks before she walks out.

“So how do I look?” she watched her dad smile at her.

“you look perfect Abby”

“now go get your girl!” she heard Aubrey yell.

☆ Milf Abby who made you a bracelet, and flowers out of paper.

☆ Milf Abby who sees Jason’s car outside the school.

☆ Milf Abby whose heart shatters when she hears your conversation.

“I’m going on a date with Abby” she heard your voice.

“Isn’t she too old for you? She’s in her 40s isn’t she?”

“what does age have to with anything?”

“she’s old”

yeah she was.

fuck, Abby knew too old. She didn’t even stay to listen to the conversation.

Abby ran out the school and she sobbed in her car. She should’ve know this would never work.

If only she stayed behind to hear how you defended her. If only she waited for you.

☆ Milf Abby who came home crying.

“Mommy what’s wrong- “Abby walked right past her daughter

“it’s ok let her go” she heard her dad say.

☆ Milf Abby who fell asleep crying.

☆ Milf Abby who wakes up with multiple texts from you.

“Hey where are you?”

“Abby?”

“are you ok?”

“I’m waiting for you”

“I’m home now”

“did you change your mind”

“Abby?”

With a shaky breath Abby blocked your number.

☆ Milf Abby who ignores your existence once again.

☆ Milf Abby who sees you smiling at her, but she just nods back at you.

☆ Milf Abby who tells you have no future together.

Aubrey climbed into the car, and before Abby could drive away she heard a knock on her window. It was you.

“Hey” Abby said after lowering the window.

“Hi Abby- “

“call me Mrs. Anderson” she watched as your face dropped.

You cleared your throat “I’m sorry Mrs. Anderson, I just wanted to ask what happened the other night?”

“I realized that this wasn’t going to work”

“why?”

“because you’re too young. I need someone more mature”

“Oh”

Abby could feel the sadness radiating off you.

“You should go for someone your own age”

“Ok Mrs. Anderson, I understand. Thank you for your time”

☆ Milf Abby who feels bad after her daughter calls her stupid.

☆ Milf Abby who makes a realization by the help of her daughter.

“You made my teacher sad”

“Aubrey I don’t care stop telling me- “

“you do care. I see the way you look at her” Abby sighed at her daughter’s answers.

She does care. She downloaded social media to stalk you. She stared learning internet slang for you.

“Heathers dad said that he wants to ask her on a date-”

“what?”

“I heard him say that he’s going to ask her out but then I said no because you wanted to go on a date with her”

Then it clicked.

He was there that day to cause trouble.

fuck.

He wanted to get into Abby’s head. And he did. He started working at Abby’s law firm to watch her. To figure out her moves. Her weaknesses.

He must’ve heard her and Nora talk about the age gap. She made a mistake.

☆ Milf Abby who runs to unblock your number and calls you.

☆ Milf Abby who felt like she could cry when you didn’t pick up.

☆ Milf Abby who whimpers your name when you eventually pick up the phone.

“what do you want Mrs. Anderson?”

“No look I made a mistake, please listen- “

“you can’t keep doing this….You say you like me then you ghost me- I’m sick of your shit Abby”

“look I heard Jason say that you deserve someone younger- “

“well maybe I do”

Abby went quite at that.

You spoke up again: “I need someone who’s mature, someone who can communicate but what do I know Abby I’m immature, am I not? Because apparently you know what that maturity means”

“Please” she sighed.

“Please I’m begging you” Abby begged again.

The line went quite for a while.

“Come to my class tomorrow so we can talk”

☆ Milf Abby who goes to work the next day and she goes to Jason’s office.

☆ Milf Abby who confronts him, and almost beats the shit out of him when he calls her a grandma.

☆ Milf Abby who gets into trouble but it was worth it.

☆ Milf Abby who goes to your class later that day.

She watched as you sat behind your desk. “Sit” you commanded and she did.

☆ Milf Abby who tells you the whole story.

“sorry won’t cut it Abby, you said the same thing the last time”

“Just because he said that doesn’t mean you have the right to ghost me”

“I’m sorry”

“Look just one more chance please”

“why should I trust you?”

“because I’m me”

You rolled your eyes at Abby’s response.

Abby reached out to grab your head, and your head snapped in the direction of you interlocked fingers.

“words mean nothing” you spoke.

“just trust me please and-” but before she could finish you leaned in to kiss her.

It was slow, passionate, and it was filled with so much love. Abby pulled away, only to get up and walk to side of the desk where you sat. She went on knees and she and put her hands on your waist. The two of you started at each other.

“Fuck” she breathed before you kissed her again.

☆ Milf Abby who jumps up when she heard Aubrey yell “ew!”

☆ Milf Abby who was really embarrassed.

☆ Milf Abby who turned as red as a tomato, she felt like a teenager being caught in the act.

“Why did you go on your knees?” you asked, still heavily breathing.

“it’s a way of showing submission” she shrugs.

“I’m trying to show you that you have me, despite our age difference” Abby explained.

“I’d let you do anything to me” she confessed.

☆ Milf Abby who goes home that night and smile the whole time.

☆ Milf Abby who keeps touching her lips, because yours were there.

☆ Milf Abby who apologizes to Aubrey for seeing such an act.

“It’s ok” the little girl reassured her.

“Now go get her before Heathers dad does”

☆ Milf Abby who shows up to school the next day to bring you lunch.

☆ Milf Abby who spells out the words “May i be your girlfriend?” with different fruit in the lunch box. All you did was smile at the sight.

☆ Milf Abby who was chewing her nails, waiting for your response.

“This is very romantic Anderson” you spoke. She watched as you but the lunch box on the table, you walked towards her.

“Get on your knees Abby” and she did so immediately.

“Why?” she asked while being on her knees.

“you’re too tall, I can’t kiss you when you’re standing”

The two of you shared a quick kiss.

“So is it a yes?” Abby asked, her lips inches away from yours.

“Yeah”

“Fuck yes” she breathed as she got up, picking you up and placing you on your desk. The two of you shared another kiss before you pulled away.

“Promise me something”

“What?”

“No more ghosting”

“yes ma’am”

“you’ll tell me if you feel insecure”

“yes”

“and one more thing Abby”

“what?”

“you aren’t too old for me. I like my women mature” you added as you wrapped your arms around her neck. Abby chuckled.

☆ Milf Abby who wanted to kiss you again before she heard your daughter yell “fucking finally” as she stood at the door.

“Who taught you that word?”

“grandpa did”

“of course he did”

☆ Milf Abby who was the happiest women ever, since that moment.

☆ Milf Abby who knew you were the one.

☆ Milf Abby who already goes wedding ring shopping and who plans your future together despite only dating you for 2 days at that point.  

My pookies (the tag list): @mousymaven @lia-winther @zombholic

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Halloween!!! More Lady Mo? I love your writings!!

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Lan Zhan doesn’t want their baby.

Not their baby, he forces himself to think through the blood pounding in his ears. This body doesn’t belong to him. He’s just borrowing it, and the child he’s carrying no more belongs to him than the body he’s wearing. It’s Lan Zhan’s baby. And he doesn’t want it.

For the first time, he’s grateful that Mo Xuanyu didn’t stick around. It’s breaking his heart, and the baby isn’t even his. This would have killed her.

Or maybe it wouldn’t have. She didn’t want to be a bride, maybe she didn’t want to be a mother either, and she and Lan Zhan would have just been in perfect agreement about any child they would have created, and what had to be done about it.

I’m sorry.

I never intended –

This is for the best.

He can complete the mission that Mo Xuanyu died to give him. He doesn’t have to try and stretch it out or leave Lan Zhan behind to raise a child alone. What a mess that would have been, for him to have the kid and leave it behind with a father that didn’t want him. He wouldn’t wish that on any child, especially his ow – especially any child he helped create. It would have just been another terrible, bitter legacy of his to leave behind, an unloved child and a disinterested father.

This is better. This is a good thing.

“Oh, Meimei.”

Wei Wuxian blinks and sees Jiang Yanli kneeling in front of him, rubbing her sleeve over his cheeks for some reason. They come away damp and it takes him raising a hand to his own face to realize he’s crying.

Stupid. There’s nothing to cry over. This is the best thing that could have happened. A baby makes things complicated. Now they can be simple.

“We’ll take care of you,” Jiang Yanli says, pulling him into her arms, and he lets her, because he’s weak and she’s his sister and he feels that familiar roll of nausea even though there’s nothing in his stomach to upset it. “Don’t worry. We’ll take care of everything. You won’t have to – you know, you barely got a chance to see Jin Tower the first time, you should stay past the cultivation conference. Or, hm, I know there’s, well there’s also Lotus Pier. You’ve never been have you? A-Cheng could escort you there and you could see the ponds. We can think of a reason. A-Yao will help.”

Most of what she’s saying doesn’t make any sense, but it’s so comforting to be held by her that he just goes with it. He looks over her shoulder, expecting to see Jiang Cheng awkwardly hovering in the doorway, but it’s empty.

It’s. Empty.

“Where’s Jiang Cheng?” he rasps, even though he thinks he already knows.

She stiffens, her voice taking on a tone that reminds him of Madame Yu. “He went to talk to Lan Wangji. He’ll be back.”

He remembers Jiang Cheng’s reaction when he thought that Lan Zhan had hurt him, and now here he is, crying, and even though it’s stupid, he’s, well, it’s easy to see how Jiang Cheng could look at him and think him hurt, even though it’s not his baby and it’s for the best. But he doesn’t know that.

“Shit,” he curses, pushing himself away and stumbling to his feet. “Oh, no, he’ll kill him.”

He’s spared against Lan Zhan and Jiang Cheng has his core in his chest. Maybe he can’t actually kill him, but blood will be spilled, and both of them are stubborn enough to keep at it until someone does die. Fuck.

Jiang Yanli shrugs, then winces, like she knows that wasn’t the appropriate response. In other circumstances, that would be enough to goad him to laughter, but now he just rushes for the door.

“Meimei!” she calls out, but Wei Wuxian ignores her.

He doesn’t get far, running into Jin Guangyao almost as soon as he steps into the hallway. His eyes flicker to Jiang Yanli behind him, his frown deepens, and then he looks Wei Wuxian up and down once, then does it again, except this time he stops at his stomach. “Ah.”

How does he do that? He’s so lucky they didn’t know each other during the war and that he didn’t know his sister at all, otherwise he would have been made the first time the two of them had a conversation. “Where’d they go?”

“Perhaps it’s best if we leave them to it,” he suggests.

Wei Wuxian stares. “Have you lost it? Jiang Cheng is pissed and he’s going to take that anger out on Wangji. How many more whip scars do you want him to have?”

Jin Guangyao presses his lips together. “He is A-Huan’s brother. In different circumstances, that would entitle him to my protection. But you’re my sister.”

The warmth rushes through him and causes his eyes to sting. It’s all borrowed, all a lie, because he’s not Mo Xuanyu, but his stupid heart is really doing a terrible job of remember that right now. “A-Yao, please.”

He sighs. “All right. Follow me.”

[verystrxxwberry]

ELDARYA; the routes’ morning routines!

♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: These headcanons do not include the routes x partner! Individual headcanons, sfw, domestic things ig? not a request ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I must say that I have no idea what kind of alarm they might use to wake up, I believe none, but since I don’t remember if it is mentioned and imagination is wild, the typical clocks will be used as alarm clocks as well. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•.

EZAREL

Very dramatic during the process of waking up. The moment the clock starts doing its usual ringing, he will cry out and whine a lot until he decides to reluctantly stand up and turn off the clock in a moody way. Then he quickly goes to bed and snuggles in the warmth of his spot, whining about how he hates to work and how he’d love to keep sleeping. And even if he’s an elf and doesn’t really need to sleep, sleeping gives him 50% strength for the day. The other 50% will be during breakfast.

He wakes up at 06:00 AM, since the life in the guard requires time. Yet he always stays up, under the covers, until the clock marks it is 06:15.

06:15 AM. He calmly changes to his normal clothes, looking at some random spot of the room with his mind in blank. To wear all the shit he constantly wears over, he needs time, and patience. Ezarel doesn’t like morning showers, he prefers noon showers right after his switch is done, so he makes sure to do a dry cleaning in the morning so he can still smell good.

06:30 AM. He enters the bathroom to do his needs, wash his face and brush his teeth. He always stares at the nowhere during the morning, preferring to keep his mind resting until it is the time to use it. He doesn’t want to effortlessly tire himself by thinking of other stuff when work will tire him enough.

06:35 AM. Ezarel starts combing his hair to do his typical lazy ponytail and then goes back to his bedroom.

06:37 AM. He sits on the bed and waits until it’s 40 so he can get motivation to keep going.

06:40 AM. Alright, now he stands up and checks that he has gotten everything on himself to go to work. He then leaves towards the pantry. That is ALWAYS his first spot to fill his stomach because he cannot work without sugar early in the morning, he needs a motivation to do his job and that is… honey.

Ah, right, he NEVER makes his bed. Like, never. Unless he is doing a deep room cleaning, and he changes the sheets, but from the moment he wakes up to the moment he goes to sleep, his covers are still opened, offering him a nice spot to lie down. Why? Simply: He will undo the bed at night, when he goes to sleep again. So why would he do that effort?

From 06:50–07:10 AM he is having the best breakfast ever (in his opinion).

At 07:15 AM he is entering the Alchemy lab and checking the to-do list for the day. Then he starts working. 

Until 09:45 AM he is deeply focused on his work. Not even if there’s less work than other times, he finds the way to make himself busy with science. There are always things to do and investigate, and he enjoys it.

At 10:00 AM he takes a break to go to the pantry and have his second breakfast. It is very needed. He takes advantage of that hour to talk and play around with others, and after 10 minutes of break, he goes back to work. There are busier days in which he has to eat as he works since he is too busy, but whenever he is allowed to escape the lab, he does.

Then he goes back to work until 1 PM.

During free days he doesn’t set any alarm. Hah, to be that crazy. He sleeps until his body can’t sleep more and normally wakes up at 10:30/11:00 AM. Then he calmly does the morning routine but without going to work! Simply chilling around.

 NEVRA

When he was leader of the shadow guard, he wasn’t in a rush to wake up in labor days as his job is usually during the night, yet he had responsibilities, and he liked to keep his day free from worries. But now that he isn’t, he forces himself to get used to have a morning productivity focus, since the light guard requires full day attention. His routine over the years hasn't changed too much though, always taking care of himself to the maximum.

He naturally wakes up earlier than the clock alarm sounds, and from there, he starts his day.

His alarm is set at 06:00 AM, yet he normally wakes up 10 minutes earlier. And from there, he goes straight to the bathroom to brush his teeth and take an awakening morning shower. During the shower he makes sure to follow his strict hair and skincare routine, not allowing any of it to be in any bad state. That’s unacceptable.

06:28 AM. He comes out from the shower and dries himself completely. He gets dressed and adds the skincare products on his skin. It gives him so much satisfaction to feel his skin soft, he even admires how it shines from the products. He combs his hair and dries it.

06:35 AM. He is ready. Yet he stares at himself in the mirror and frowns. Then starts fighting with his hair to make it stay in place, giving up at some point when it is good enough, or he is frustrated already.

06:45 AM. He puts his favorite perfume on the best spots of his clothes and skin, also a little bit on his hair. He wants to make his scent as enjoyable as possible for everyone, even himself.

06:48 AM. He makes his bed and organizes his clothes a little to make the environment of his bedroom clean and visually satisfying.

06:55 AM. He leaves and goes directly to take a walk through the headquarters to find something to work on. Since he is a vampire, he doesn’t get hungry that much. He can enjoy meals, but he won’t get as much energy from them than blood. So I believe that there could be some blood bags in the pantry, hidden for Karenn and Nevra to take when they need some energy. But Nevra doesn’t usually need it during the morning.

07:15 - 08:40 AM. He finds himself filling some papers as he enjoys the quietness of the library, feeling pretty satisfied from the paperwork he can easily get rid off, yet the silence gets LOUD at some point and that makes him very nervous. Sitting down for hours makes him innerly energetic, so he starts planning what his training would look that day.

08:50 AM. Goes to the Pantry and takes a small blood shot for energy.

09:00-10:45 AM. He works out with other guard members. And time passes quickly with this as he has fun. Yet he finds himself sweaty after it and then goes back to his bathroom to take a quick shower, and then goes to the pantry to take a break!

11:06 AM. He is in the Pantry, cheerfully talking with his little sister and Chrome, as he drinks a blood bag to recover the energy he wasted on the work-out.

11:10 AM. Time to get back to work. And he goes to ask Huang Hua what will his tasks be during the day so he can start getting into them.

VALKYON

Sleeps like a rock, but he wakes up immediately when the alarm sounds. He gets slightly frustrated when the dream was so good and it got interrupted. He isn’t a morning person and leaving the bed is a heavy step for him, yet he is responsible for a guard and must do… what a leader must do. He has a tendency to go late to bed, but he quickly falls asleep and recovers his energy quickly.

His routine is all pretty much the same unless he is out on a mission.

06:15 AM. He goes to the bathroom and does his needs, brushes his teeth and washes his face with cold water so he can fully wake up. Then changes into comfy clothes to work out with and goes for a run.

06:30 - 07:15 AM. He is running outside the city of Eel, taking this time as a chance to release the sleepiness out of his body and start to feel energetic. Quite contradictory to be energetic when you’re tiring yourself, but doing exercise actually gives mental energy.

07:20 AM. He is back and goes to take a quick body shower. The full shower will be done at night, when he is done with sweating all he has to sweat from his job. His job requires constant physical strength, and he is too used to this that he barely sweats from doing some effort, but when he reaches his limits, he starts getting sweaty. And he likes to push his limits.

07:35 AM. He is done with the shower. He dresses up and tidies up his bedroom a little… (fixes his bed as good as he can and leaves)

07:40 AM. He has a good, filling breakfast that keeps him full for hours and also gives him vitamins and other positive chemicals to his body.

08:00–11:00 AM. He is training the members of his guard, being the good leader he is and teaching them all the good techniques, new strategies to surprise an enemy, new defense positions, new attacks from the side, with weapons, with random objects… They must be prepared for everything.

11:15 AM. He goes back to the forge and spends some hours working on sharpening weapons and creating new ones.

On free days he sleeps like a rock until his body has had enough. Yet he is a dragon and normally dragons can sleep for months or years… but not in his case! It’s ok! He has gotten used to sleep ‘normal’ hours (he’d wake up at 5 PM). Yet he spends those hours in a very productive way.

LEIFTAN

He needs to sleep his 8–10 hours so he can be fully energetic and ready to stand the next day. 07 hours and 40 minutes of sleep? Sorry, his body is noticing that. 06 hours and 58 minutes of sleep? Terrible! That’s unhealthy. He rather sleeps 09 hours and 40 minutes than less! 

He normally showers before going to bed, so he relaxes after all the day he had and goes to bed clean, ready face the best sleep he has ever had (aka every chance he has to sleep and rest because he enjoys it just as everyone does).

07:00 AM. He wakes up the moment the alarm clock sounds, stirring his arms and letting out the most melodic, sweet, sleepy hum. He stands up and opens the window immediately, letting fresh air get into his bedroom, the sunlight making him smile from its warmth. Leiftan is quite the type to try and romanticize his mornings to have any slight urge to stay alive at those hours. He takes a few deep breaths as a way to start the day with as less anxiety as possible.

07:08 AM. He starts organizing his bedroom, fixing his bed and making it look as if the best cleaning service went through it.

07:15 AM. He enters the bathroom, brushes his teeth and washes his face for a minute. Then, he changes his clothes and gets busy with braiding his hair.

07:30 AM. Puts on his sweet perfume and goes towards the pantry to have breakfast and mentally organize his day. He is usually well aware of the things he has to do during the day, yet being a guard on Eldarya meant that there would be an unexpected quest at the most inconvenient moment. And he tries to be open for those situations to happen. It is his job after all!

09:00 AM. He is bored since he has been rushing some problems before, so his spot of preference is always the library! He has read a few books during his switch and free days, knowing if there’s any newness around and knowing if there is a missing book (he always checks the list of provided books in case there is any book-thief in the city).

10:30 AM. He is taking a walk through the gardens, having kind conversations with the kids and getting a nice sunbath. He normally goes through the garden to clear his mind.

11:00 AM. He is in a meeting. He is a very responsible man!

On free days, he normally spends his mornings going for walks with himself or Lance, on the library reading or in his bedroom simply exploring new hobbies.

LANCE

He is a light sleeper, and even the smallest fly resting on his cheek could wake him up. He has never liked a routine and has always liked to improvise his day as it gets going yet being a leader of a guard now forces him to invest more effort into his routine, no matter how much he hates it or tries to stick to it. Now, his routine doesn’t change much from Valkyon’s as he is basically doing the same job.

During his free days he will do whatever he wants whenever he wants, no routines involved, or he won’t be able to rest.

06:00 AM. He groans when he hears the alarm, quite frustrated for not being able to sleep some more. He spends a few minutes staring at the ceiling and overthinking about his whole life, needing some inner courage to exit the bed. And he won’t fix his bed btw, he simply forgets about it.

06:08 AM. Exits the bed and goes to the bathroom to do his needs, brushes his teeth, zones out and sighs… damn how sleepy he is. He starts thinking about the coffee he will drink in a few minutes. He washes his face and goes back to his bedroom. 

06:16 AM. Changes his clothes and ties his hair as he can, making sure it won’t bother when he goes to train the members of his guard.

06:25 AM. Goes to the pantry and drinks the darkest coffee he can. He needs to wake up completely. I believe he is more of a picky eater than his brother, so he won’t have a breakfast filled with so many vitamins and energy in general. He’d drink an orange juice and that’s it. He likes to see how the other creatures also start they routines for work at those hours.

06:47 AM. Goes back to his bedroom to do the last needs, brush his teeth and then goes straight to the garden so he can stretch his body. He won’t have any training yet, but stretching helps him to feel more awake.

07:20 AM. Checks if Mathieu fell asleep or achieved to wake up that morning.

07:24 AM. He starts working in some paperwork there is to be filled or organized. 

08:00-11:00 AM. The training starts! And just as his brother used to do, he does the same, making sure everyone knows the perfect movements to win a fight and unexpected attacks.

11:06 AM. Goes to Huang Hua and asks what could he help with to get himself busy. Sometimes, he works on the forge, but he prefers it at noon so he can shower straight after it and go to sleep.

MATHIEU

Sets too many alarms and only his survival instinct wakes him up. When he was in earth, he settled the most disturbing sounds as an alarm, and he still needed his time to wake up. Sometimes he woke up and didn’t turn it off because he was too sleepy to move.

06:00 AM. Skipped.

06:10 AM. Skipped.

06:15 AM. Skipped.

06:20 AM. Skipped.

06:25 AM. He wakes up, yet his eyes are still closed and he is practically dozing off once again.

06… 06…. Wait… why isn’t the alarm sounding again? It is taking too much time. Is he probably… late!? Then his body fills with adrenaline and wakes up with almost a heart attack, checking the hour quickly as he sat up. It was 06:28 AM. And he is considering whatever to cry, whine against the pillow or accept that he is an adult and get going.

06:34 AM. After zoning out as he wonders what to do, he is already walking lazily towards the bathroom. He simply does his needs, washes his hands and gets on his clothes for the day. He quickly brushes his hair with his hand and that’s enough (that’s why his hair is messy most of the time).

06:42 AM. Time for breakfast! He is like a little kid who gets excited to have a bowl with milk and cereals for breakfast.

06:55 AM. He is done with breakfast and starts talking to Lance or any other creature he finds around to start activating his barely-working neuron this early in the morning.

07:10 AM. He goes back to his room, brushes his teeth and goes straight to ask Huang Chu what he should do during that day. He is like an obedient puppy and will immediately start working with whatever he got ordered with. Of course, he will whine about any difficult task he doesn’t feel like… but work is work.

07:30–11:00 AM. He simply spends the whole morning working actually! He wants to give a good view of himself and show how determined he is to place effort in a world he doesn’t belong to. Mathieu takes small breaks to hydrate himself and go to bathroom, but he is mainly focused in walking around and solving creatures’ issues! Whatever comes out, he is more than willing to solve it.

On free days… forget about him waking up from free will. He adores his bed, and adores the warmth of the covers, how the pillow adapts to the shape of his head and how cozy all of it is! Getting out from bed is like a torture for him, and avoiding it is just like a reward for him. Mathieu loves to rest as much as he can on free days.

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[morganski-19]

Chills Right to the Marrow Part 42

ao3 link| part 1 . . . part 39, part 40, part 41

“And I know he doesn’t mean any of it,” Wayne explains, taking a long drag of his cigarette. “I’m just tired of it.”

Hopper scoffs. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

Wayne needed to get out of the house. Do something other than go to work. Go somewhere where he can just calm down from it all. Not have to get in the middle of a fight or have one.

Eddie doesn’t fight with Wayne as much as he does with Steve, but it’s there. Wayne’s just used to it. Knows how to bite back enough to get Eddie to stop. Has the history where Eddie knows where to draw the line. Where to stop.

But Steve just lets him yell. Lets him scream and insult and hurt. Does it right back, not giving a shit what happens afterward. It’s giving Eddie exactly what he wants.

“I know why he does it. He’s angry and in pain, so he takes it out on us. I just wish he would stop. It’s not helping anything.”

“Hey, dad,” Jim’s kid pops her head out of the doorway. “Can I go over to Max’s?”

“Yeah, see if Jonathan can take you.”

Jim’s kid, who Wayne knows by at least three different names and can’t for the life of him figure out which one is the real one, shakes her head. “He already said that he is busy.”

Jim rolls his eyes. “Course he is. Give me like twenty minutes and I’ll drive you over.”

“Ok.” She lets the door swing back shut.

“Jonathan Joyce’s son?” Wayne asks. Willing to take a moment off from dealing with his own stuff.

Jim nods. “Her oldest. He hasn’t been busy since Wheeler broke up with him. Probably just getting high in his room.”

Wayne scoffs. “You let him do that?”

“He’s an adult, he can make his own decisions. As long as I don’t catch him while on the clock, I won’t do anything. I’m more worried about him.”

Wayne doesn’t know much about Jim’s personal life. Other than before he met Joyce, back when his kid was in the hospital. He knows that him and Joyce have been together for a few months now, and that they merged families. But he doesn’t know about his relationship with Joyce’s kids. Jim doesn’t talk about them a lot.

He’s pretty reserved, Wayne realized. Which isn’t a problem, Wayne can be reserved most of the time as well. But it was nice to have someone to relate to. Someone his age, who can understand his viewpoint more. They’re on the same understanding level.

Wayne’s never been the type of person to make and keep a friend. There were the people he grew up with in high school. People he worked with. His neighbors. But beyond basic friendliness, there really wasn’t a bond. It was different with Jim. Their understandings turning into camaraderie. Maybe turning into friendship.

It’s almost stupid to think of it that way. Two men in their fifties becoming friends. For some reason, it doesn’t sound right. But Wayne has liked being able to lean on someone during this. Someone that isn’t the twenty year old that he lives with.

He sees the kids all rally around each other. They way that they are there for each other. Adapting with their new lives and moving forward, together. Able to cope with the changes of their lives as a group, rather than the individual.

It would be nice to have something like that.

“What do you mean?” Wayne offers, hoping Jim will open up.

Jim exhales a line of smoke. “He doesn’t have many friends. Only this one kid that he met out in California. But no one here. Other than Wheeler, he just had his family. I just wish he had someone to talk to about all of this. But he just shuts himself in his room and gets high. And don’t even get me started when I try to ask, he just snaps and pushes me out.”

“I have some experience with that.” He flicks his cigarette. “Honestly, it just takes time. If you keep showing up for them, they eventually start to open up to you.”

“I guess.” Jim stubs out his cigarette.

“Mr. Munson,” Jim’s kid calls out the door again. “There’s someone one the phone for you.”

Wayne tosses his bud into the ash tray, nodding. He heads inside, following the kid to the phone. “Hello.”

“Hey, it’s Steve. Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No, that’s ok. What’s happening?”

Steve sighs. “Eddie hasn’t come out of his room all day. He’s locked the door and I can’t get him to come out. I thought maybe he might for you.”

Wayne rubs a hand down his face. “I’m heading back. Thanks for letting me know.”

“Ok. See you soon.”

He hangs the phone back on the receiver. Double checking that he has everything.

“That was Steve, wasn’t it?” A voice Wayne doesn’t recognize comes from behind him.

When he turns, he sees what he is assuming is Jonathan. Wearing clothes that look like they’ve been slept in. “It was.”

Jonathan scoffs. “So he calls our house now, great.”

“Jonathan,” Jim tries to scold. His voice rounding around the edges, trying not to be too harsh.

“No, I’m sick of this. It’s always Steve this and Steve that. I don’t get why he’s so great now. After all that he did. After that shit he pulled over spring break with Nancy. I don’t get what’s so great about the guy that he’s suddenly revered.”

“Oh my god, not again,” another voice comes from the living room. “You need to give it a rest, Jonathan.”

Wayne makes his way toward the door, feeling very out of place right now.

“Will, you don’t know what he said.”

“But I know what he’s done since then. You haven’t heard the things he’s done to protect the rest of us. You’re so blinded by the shit that happened three years ago to think that he could have changed.”

He hears a door slam as he makes his way to the porch. Letting out a long breath when he makes his way to his car.

“Sorry about that,” Jim apologizes.

“Do you know what that was about?”

He wants to know. Surprisingly. He’s living in Steve’s house. Trusting him with Eddie. If there was something that happened, especially whatever it was with Nancy. Considering that she and Steve seem to be really close now. With all that flirting he’s been doing with Eddie.

He needs to know that whatever Steve’s intentions are, they’re not going to screw Eddie over.

“Not really. I think it’s just an old grudge that he’s let fester.”

Wayne shakes his head. “Thanks for the smoke. I hope things get better for you.”

“Same goes for you. See you around.”

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[envy-of-the-apple]

Oh my goodness I adored Sun eats Moon. It was such a well-put together story! Cannot stop thinking about it as well as your other works. Even though the trilogy ended, I was thinking about Satoru’s reaction to if he caught the reader cheating? How would he take it?

!!!!!!!!!

ik i said no more sem asks buuuuut omg?? such SUCH a good question

i personally feel this is the only situation where cheating is excusable. i mean, youre stuck in an abusive relationship with no way out, i dont blame you. since satoru has basically stopped all communication with your friends/family and youre stuck in a penthouse all alone and pregnant, maybe you turn to the internet as a last ditch effort to feel something other than despair???

and that's when you meet him.

you two have never sent eachother pictures. you dont know what he looks like. you dont care about any of that. the things you two talk about feel so real. passions, favorite hobbies, etc etc. soon it moves onto fantasies: where he'd take you out on the first date, where he'd propose, where you two would get married.

it's so pathetic, but it's the only out you have.at least until Gojo finds out. when he does. It’s CHAOS. He’d loose his mind. Just the thought of you LOOKING at another man is enough to make him go insane but now he’s reading these chats and you’re talking about marriage, kids, a fucking pet dog

using his super richguy status he’d track down the IP and find the guy relatively quickly. And this person is probably the exact opposite of what he described himself as: a 40 year old man who still lives with his mom and lives vicariously through his internet persona….but so are you…it’s equally pathetic. still Gojo is furious. He’d probably force you to look at he kicks the shit out of this poor nobody. Maybe he’d ask one of his bodyguards to pitch in. And when that’s over he’ll order you to strip and suck him off in front of your AP so he can humiliate you even further. after that whole fiasco he’ll just get that guy blacklisted from every company in the city, but your punishment isn’t done.

even less freedom, even more supervision. youre basically just trapped in his penthouse. he doesn't trust bodyguards anymore, what if you start cheating on him with them too?? cameras are the only solution. you arent given real clothes anymore. your entire wardrobe of designer that he thought you'd be grateful for is ripped away in place of lingerie. its all youre given. and if you dont want to wear that, you could always just walk around naked since you're so insistent on being a little slut

from now on, its only rough sex. youre still gonna finish but hell make sure its torture. for weeks he'll refer to you as 'slut' 'whore' 'prositute'. no matter how many times you apologize.

he'd forgive you eventually, but until he does....oh boy

[ellethespaceunicorn]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Landlord!Ari + being caught watching you while you sleep

Well, it took me a couple of days but I did it!! Oh, and it's the longest drabble in the world. Did y'all know a drabble is only 100 words???? I thought it was 100-500...I still wrote way more than that, but still.

Title: No Good Deeds

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Summary: Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.

Prompt: Landlord!Ari + being caught watching you while you sleep

Warnings: age gap (Ari is mid-40s, Reader is early-20s), yandere Ari, drugging, non-con fingering (f receiving), non-con p-in-v intercourse, non-con creampie, choking, dead dove: do not eat

A/N: Hahahaha this was supposed to be a drabble. Thank you to @peyton-warren for the beta!

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Cover Art by me

My Masterlist

Moving out on your own isn’t exactly the easiest thing for you. You spent four years living in your college dormitory, but you always had at least one roommate. So, signing a lease and accepting the single set of keys was a huge accomplishment.

Your landlord, Mr. Levinson, is so great. He told you to call him Ari more than once. From the first tour of the apartment to the day of your move-in, he offers his help in many ways. Where the best farmer’s market is, how to reach him if you need any repairs, and even when the local bars close are just a few tidbits he leaves you with.

You get to know him a bit more during a block party one Saturday night. The two of you talk over cheap beer, tamales from Señora Cruz, smoked brisket from Mr. Lorenzo, and lasagna from Mrs. Di Paolo. Ari seems like he is lonely, and your kind heart can’t stand to see someone in need. 

Before you know what you are getting into, you agree to have a weekly tea date with him. It’s during one of those visits that you realize that something is a bit odd about Ari. He tries to cover up how he knows what cabinet you keep your tea in, but he makes up some dumb excuse that it would just be “the perfect spot”.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom as he busies himself with setting the tea, and when you come back, a steaming mug is waiting for you on a saucer on your coffee table. Usually, you make the tea, but Ari wanted to help out, and you had a long day at work, so you accepted.

“What is in this tea? It’s almost spicy,” you ask, taking another big gulp of the tea you don’t recognize.

“Is it spicy? Well, it does have ginger and cinnamon in it. Some chamomile, too. A little benzodiazepine in there,” Ari clambers on, trailing off at the end.

“D-did you say benzo…dia…zep,” you slur, reaching for Ari as you sit on the couch, but you end up passing out with your head in his lap.

When you come to, you struggle to remember what happened. Your heavy head pounds as you turn it to the side before putting the heel of your hand to your still-closed eyes.

“Take it slow, Bunny. You must’ve been really tired,” he consoles, from the other side of your bed.

“Mr. Levin-”

“Uhn uh. Call me Ari; no more of that Mr. Levinson polite shit, ok?” he swears for the first time in your presence.

“Um, Ari… What are you doing in my bedroom?” you ask, your mind a blank slate from earlier.

“Oh, Bunny. You invited me over for tea, and then you weren’t feeling well, and you asked me to stay until you felt better. Next thing I know, I’m carrying you in here because you fell asleep on me with that sweet little face of yours right in my lap,” he comforts, the knuckles of his hand sliding down your face before he boops your nose.

“Why do you keep calling me Bunny?” you mewl, still trying to get in control of all your limbs.

“When you sleep, you furrow your eyebrows and scrunch up your nose like a little bunny. It’s one of the cutest things you do,” he admires, his hand now moving down your neck and through the valley of your breasts to get to where your skirt rides up your thigh.

“Mr.-Ari…I think I feel better now; you don’t have to-” 

Your words are cut off when Ari reaches under your skirt, and you specifically remember having on panties earlier today, but his fingers are touching your tender pussy directly. Did he take off your underwear?

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Must’ve been all that time I spent rubbing your cute little cunt through those white cotton panties. God, those little moans you were making went straight to my cock, Bunny. Feel it,” he dares, grabbing your hand and resting it against the thick outline of his dick through his Wranglers. 

While your hand is on his length, he shoves two of his fingers into your wet heat. At first, you are surprised by the shock of it. But soon, you can tell that he knows how to work your body. You scream out his name, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he shoves one hand over your mouth and gets close to your ear.

“You’re not gonna ruin this for me. You have been parading yourself around here like you’re some holier-than-thou sweet little thing. And I knew you’d end up letting me smash at some point. But I didn’t wanna wait anymore, Bunny. You have had me wrapped around that little finger of yours since you moved in. It’s time that I get what’s owed to me-what you’ve been flaunting in front of me,” he sneers, pulling his fingers out of you and sucking them clean before opening his pants and pulling his dick out.

He lines up with your sodden core before thrusting in with no grace or elegance. Slamming himself inside your tight snatch for the first time feels like he is splitting you in two. You’re no virgin, but you also don’t have much casual sex, so Ari’s thickness was a shock, to say the least.

“Sweet Bunny, you’re so tight. What a good girl! You’ve been waiting for me like I’ve been waiting for you, huh? Fuck, you’re like a fucking vice. You hear that, Bunny? Hear how that cunt loves it when I fuck it? Love that loud, sloshy pussy,” he beams, his wide hips between your legs making your joints hurt.

You’re in stunned silence as Ari uses your body to chase his release. Your mind is bringing up all the times it seemed like he was getting a little too close for comfort. All the times when he would talk to you about his divorce, or his current dating trend, or the fact that he once told you that a pretty thing like you belonged locked up in a tower for a prince to come and free you.

Did he think he was a charming prince?

“Oh, Bunny, fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer. Look at me; wanna see your eyes when I cum inside you,” he blurts, holding your face in his hands as you look into his dilated, hungry eyes. “Take it. Just. Like. That.” The last few words are punctuated with thrusts as he paints your walls with thick, milky ropes.

Once he closes his eyes, his hips remain still, and his forehead meets yours. This would be almost romantic if Ari didn’t make it beyond creepy by whispering how perfect you are and peppering kisses all over your face. His softening cock finally slips free from you, and you are happy to be empty until you feel the flow of his semen leaking from you. He notices your discomfort and mocks your whines as he pushes his jizz back into your swollen hole.

“Don’t worry, Bunny,” he starts, moving off of you to recline next to you, “Not gonna leave this bed ‘til you’re knocked up. As soon as you are, I’m gonna move you in with me. You are gonna be well taken care of, too. You are so perfect-every little thing about you. And when the baby comes, we are gonna be the perfect little family. You wouldn’t wanna ruin our family, right? You’re gonna be a good girl for me, huh?” he implores, holding your cheeks in his hand so your lips poke out a bit.

You nod while tears stream from your eyes, finding it hard to form words. But what would you have said? He seems to like you mostly silent; you haven’t uttered a single word since before he was inside you. It wasn’t too late to try, but it was too late to have hope; at least that’s what you told yourself.

“I don’t know about you, but I am starting to get hard again just looking at you. On all fours for me, Bunny. I know you got it in you,” he orders, no kindness in his voice.

You quickly scramble to get on your hands and knees for him and are happy that he is pleased with your speed. As he slides into your sensitive folds again, you grimace but hold in your noises of pain. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of making you hurt, even though what he is doing is traumatizing. He relishes in the gushy sounds your pairing makes and the mighty “oomph” you make when he wraps an arm around your neck and flattens you down to your belly.

He has you in a chokehold while his hips canter back and forth, plunging his length deeper and deeper inside you. When he hears you start to sputter and gulp in air, he removes his arm from around your neck and holds your face cheek-down on the bed.

“Look at her, taking my cock just like she should. You’ll be the prettiest little wife and mother, won’t you? Gonna keep you nice and round as much as I can. My perfect little Bunny…ugh, fuck,” he blurts, his release surprising him suddenly.

When he pulls out, he smacks your ass and lays down next to you while your life flashes before your eyes. He moves closer to you, readjusting your body to lay on top of his as he rubs your back. He kisses the top of your head in such a kind gesture that you feel your eyes stinging with unshed tears. 

You can’t even bring yourself to fully cry, the tears streaming down your face just to splash on Ari’s denim shirt. Forgotten and dried up to never be seen again.

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble!!!!

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So just imagine Ted meeting the rest of the Lords in Black. That man has no idea what the hell is going on, where the hell he is, or who the hell they are. But he doesn’t appreciate it & really isn’t all that impressed so I think he’d resort to being very snarky & defensive. Like they introduce themselves as the lords in black & legit do the whole song & dance. He just stands there swaying along & waits for them to finish & then goes “for the “lords in black” you sure are a bunch of rainbow lookin’ motherfuckers” complete with air quotes & everything

Chaos ensues when Tinky tries to keep his brothers from killing his new kidnapped boyfriend while Ted just keeps pissing them off on purpose

Shit like making fun of their full names in a teasey asshole way, which leads to informal introductions with their nicknames. & y’all he straight up bullies Wiggly & calls his ass out. Like “Wiggly? No relation to tickle me wiggly I suppose” & laughs at his own joke & Wiggly is quietly seething & goes “actually, yes” & Ted, lovable bastard that he is, doubles over in laughter like “oh my god, really? Fuckin’ A! So what, I just tickle your tummy and we’re friends or some shit?”

& Wiggly snatches his wrist & is like “don’t you even think about trying that again” & yeah it’s a little scary, but he’s pretty sure Tinky will protect him. So he just smirks & rolls his eyes like “ok riddle me this wise guy: why make a tickle doll of yourself if you don’t wanna get tickled?” & does that fucking shrug from tgwdlm (where he’s like I say we go & beg for the king’s help around 4:40 in the video) but he basically renders him speechless as he’s getting ready to lash out & make Ted eat those words. But Blinky’s like “we’ve all been thinking it, haven’t we?”

Ted is just enjoying the show as Wiggly’s all pissy & defensive like “I’ve told you it wasn’t even my idea!” But the rest of the lib are like “yeah suuuure” because they never pass up an opportunity to tease the shit out of him. & Ted just keeps stirring the pot & Wiggly decides to wreck him since he thinks this is all just so funny