#dolphincliffs

[solarmorrigan]

Here I am, minding my own business scrolling tumblr, when I happened upon your food porn reblogs. I have to say I feel attacked! Lol! Everything looks so delicious & I’m trying to eat less sugar & carbs, so no fair!

*This is totally in jest, the pics make the food look so good! I enjoy seeing them, I’m just hungry now!!

A targeted attack, clearly

(actually, I was feeling really sick earlier today and was mindlessly clearing out my likes in an attempt to distract myself and didn't realize I'd basically just spammed everyone with food posts until I checked Tumblr several hours later. If I didn't find the Windows rendition of the grimacing emoji so repellent, I would insert it here)

(maybe I can find some nice protein/veggie recipes to reblog next??)

[manicpixiedreamcurl]

Pour moi? 🥰🥰🥰

[ladykailitha]

To Christmases Yet to Come

Hello and welcome to my Christmas AUvent Calendar! Every day from now until the 24th I will be posting a ficlet that is 500-1500 from an AU I've done over the years.

Starting with last year's Christmas story! You can read the first chapter here (and it has links to all seven other chapters) and it's New Year's Eve sequel here.

All stories will be marked with the tag #12 aus of christmas so you can follow along as I will only be tagging my permanent list for this (it would get too confusing otherwise).

~

Eddie tugged on his necktie and gulped.

“Who’s bright idea was it to get married on Christmas?” he whined, his nerves reaching a fever pitch.

Wayne swatted his hands away and fixed the tie. “Yours. And Steve’s. It was a joint decision and you would not be swayed.”

Eddie turned to look at him with a quivering lip. “I just wanted today to be the extra, mostest, best day ever. The day we got together and the day we got married all in one.” He linked his fingers together.

“I know, son,” Wayne said gently, “and everything is going to be fine. You have so many capable people out there handling everything so you and Steve can have the best day.”

There was a knock on the door and Chrissy slipped into the room. “All right, it’s time. Steve is waiting for you.”

Eddie was going to walked down the aisle by Wayne and Chrissy. Steve having already been walked down the aisle by Claudia to stand in as his mom and Robin. On Eddie side of the alter were Jeff, Brian, and Gareth, with Chrissy as his maid of honor. On Steve’s side of the alter were Dustin, Lucas, and Will. Mike could only make it to the reception because he had a deadline for his latest book by the end of the year. Robin was his best soulmate. Best woman or maid didn’t sound right to anyone.

Eddie took a deep breath and the doors to the garden opened and he was suddenly glad Wayne and Chrissy were on either side of him because his knees gave way when he say the painting above the alter. Will’s wedding present. It was of the yellow dragon, in human form but the silhouette of the dragon behind him facing the black knight from Eddie’s Christmas present to Steve last year. It was beautiful. Steve had surprised him again.

The wedding went off without a hitch. There were a lot of happy tears as Eddie and Steve walked back up the aisle, hand in hand with handfuls of white confetti floating down on them like snow.

As they sat at the head table, their friends and family gathered around them, Eddie leaned his head on Steve’s shoulder.

“Every day I’m grateful you chose to be brave and slip that business card into the mail slot for Chrissy to find.”

Steve kissed the top of his head. “Me too. I’m grateful to her for letting you come to the meeting and I’m grateful to you for accepting the commission.”

Eddie raised his glass of champagne and clinked it against Steve’s. “Here’s to all the Christmases with you, sweetheart.”

Steve smiled as he took a sip of his own champagne. “To Christmases yet to come, Eds.”

They kissed gently as all around them friends and family celebrated their union. Later Steve’s mom would get wind of it and try any means necessary to show her disapproval, but he just blocked what ever avenue she tried. Because Claudia was happy for him and that was all the mom he was ever going to need.

And they lived happily ever after.

Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 6 Day 7 Day 8 Day 9 Day 10 Day 11 Day 12

~

Tag List: CLOSED

1- @itsall-taken @redfreckledwolf @zerokrox-blog @sadisticaltarts @dolphincliffs

2- @gregre369 ​@a-little-unsteddie @chaosgremlinmunson @cryptid-system @kultiras

3- @maya-custodios-dionach @goodolefashionedloverboi @val-from-lawrence @carlyv @wonderland-girl143-blog

4- @bookbinderbitch @bookworm0690 @forgottenkanji @dreamercec @blondie1006

5- @yikes-a-bee @awkwardgravity1 @genderless-spoon @fearieshadow @thesecondfate

6- @dragonmama76 @ellietheasexylibrarian @thedragonsaunt @useless-nb-bisexual @disrespectedgoatman

7- @counting-dollars-counting-stars @tinyplanet95 @ravenfrog @swimmingbirdrunningrock @lingeringmirth

8- @gutterflower77 @a-lovely-craziness @just-a-tiny-void @w1ll0wtr33 @beelze-the-bubkiss

[morganski-19]

The One with the Cold

Robin walks out of her bedroom to find Steve wrapped in a blanket on the couch. Face down in the pillows.

“Robs, I’m dying.”

“You just have a cold, calm down.”

“Then why am I dying.” He rolls over with a groan, pouting at Robin.

She crosses her arms. “I don’t know what you want from me. You’re the one who decided to work with germ ridden six-year-olds.”

He lets out a long sigh. “I know.”

“Like seriously, I’m surprised you don’t get sick more. You practically get sneezed on daily.”

“I have a strong immune system.”

Robin glares at him.

“Normally. I normally have a strong immune system.”

Robin takes her hand and places it on his forehead. He’s slightly warm. “On a scale of dying to dead, how sick are you?”

“Just regular dying.”

She goes to the bathroom to get the thermometer out of the first aid kit. Putting it in his mouth, she walks away to get a glass of water and some cold medicine. When the thermometer beeps, she looks at it and hands him the pills.

“Just a slight fever, it should be fine. Want some tea or something?”

“Tea would be nice,” Steve says as he retreats back under the blanket.

Robin finds the empty tea box in the cabinet, cursing Steve for leaving it in there. If he wasn’t sick, she’d let him hear it. It’s a bad habit of his. She lets him know that she’s running across the hall to see if they have any.

Nancy’s door is unlocked, like it normally is. She opens it to find Nancy walking around the apartment with cleaning wipes in her hand. Scrubbing at the remotes and surfaces.

“Yours too?” Robin groans.

Nancy turns to her with an annoyed face. “Well, now I know where he got it from. Steve being a giant baby over it too?”

“What do you think? Came over to see if you had any tea, we’re out.”

Nancy throws out the wipe in her hand, placing the container on the counter. “We should, but Eddie always puts the empty boxes back on the shelf.”

“Wow, they were really made for each other,” Robin jokes. “If only they would do something about it.”

Nancy hands Robin a tea bag. “Maybe lay off the teasing for now, Eddie’s claiming he’s dead.”

Robin huffs. “That’s worse than Steve. He’s just regular dying. Do you happen to have a can of soup I can borrow too. I know we don’t have any.”

“Probably.” Nancy roots around in a separate cabinet, pulling out a can of chicken noodle soup. “Here. I just hope I don’t get sick because of this. I can’t miss work this week.”

“I mean, you just sanitized the entire apartment. And probably barred him to his room. You’ll be fine.”

Nancy knocks three times on the table. “Just in case.”

Robin heads back to her apartment after thanking Nancy for the food. “Guess who else your grubby kids got sick. Eddie. But he’s either more dramatic than you are or generally worse. He’s claiming he’s dead. Nancy’s busy cleaning so she doesn’t get sick either.”

She’s cut off when a choked snore comes from the couch. Robin laughs to herself, taking the kettle off the stove before it starts boiling. He won’t be awake for a while anyway. She grabs a book from her room and sits on the armchair, waiting for him to wake up.

It’s a few hours before he does. And the only real reason he wakes up is because he can’t breathe out of his nose anymore. Robin gets him more of the cold meds as he sits up. Shivering as the blanket falls off his shoulders. She actually makes the tea this time.

“Thank you,” he whispers when she hands it to him. Wincing when he burns his tongue.

“I just made that, dingus, it’s going to be hot.”

He shoots her a half-baked glare. “Can’t you save the insults for when I don’t feel like shit.”

Robin smiles. “Nope.”

Tag list (let me know if you want to be added or taken off) @slowandsteddie, @annieofhearts, @cacdyke, @ubpd, @captain--low, @thespaceantwhowrites, @goodolefashionedloverboi, @anne-bennett-cosplayer, @lunaticparisianlady, @apomaro-mellow, @dolphincliffs, @dragonmama76, @maggiebug417, @stevesbipanic, @fearieshadow, @eightpackdiaz, @au79burger @bookworm0690 , @practicallybegging, @potato-of-the-lord, @autumncrocusandladybug, @estrellami-1

[alleiradayne]

Oh you just have to love tumblr! Notification came through - 4 years after it was posted 😳

What in the absolute fresh hell, that is WILD. Now I'm curious if other people I tagged in fic over the last FOUR YEARS never got the notification. That would explain why I haven't had much interaction, that's for sure!

Thanks, @dolphincliffs , this made my day, I cackled.

[maximumkillshot]

When You Call Part 15 Dropping Tonight!

Hi everyone,

I am sorry I took such a long hiatus, it was hit after hit these last few years and I lost my spark for writing. I couldn't see myelself writing SPN again, due to the trauma I experienced. My depression, anxiety and everything else got in the way of me doing what I love doing.

But @emoryhemsworth helped me get that spark back... I am back on a schedule and I'm proud to say that part 15 of When You Call is done. It will also be dropping tonight! See you guys there!!

TAG ARMY:

@mamaredd123 , @impala-dreamer , @impalaimagining , @jotink78 , @nichelle-my-belle , , @scorpiongirl1 , @ilostmyshoe-79 , @teamfreewillimagines-blog , @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid , @chelsea072498 , @brickwall035 , @maui137 , @mogaruke , @jayankles , @butiaintgonnaloveem , @kawaiilivkitty , @naviwhite , @emoryhemsworth ,              

@cole-winchester , @nanie5 , @emoryhemsworth , @carribear31 , @death-unbecomes-you, @clarinette07 , @curlyhairedblueeyedangel , @deansbabygirl01, @anathewierdo , @atc74 , @kickasscas67-blog , @mannls , @adoptdontshoppets , @meganywinchester , @xalgaliareptx , @healojane , @wolfiebucky , @rayvenrider , @screechingartisancashbailiff , @superlockedtimelord , @goodgodimaweirdperson , @beltzboys2015-blog , @animegirlgeeky , @paintballkid711 , @dolphincliffs, @hawaiianohana15, @flamencodiva , @sea040561 , @goddessofmischiefs ,@gublergirlswag , @noneedtoknow789 , @supraveng ,@paryl, @stephthepeach ,@prettysourabbie , @lyarr24 , @malindacath , @melannie77 , @440mxs-wife , @hobby27

Wanna join the tag army? Shoot me an ask and consider it done!

[wynnyfryd]

tag list part 1

@a-little-unsteddie @ahsokatanoss @alyelf @anne-bennett-cosplayer @aol19 @awolfstudio @babiesteeb @bambibiest @bananahoneycomb @bookbinderbitch @bronwenmarie @burymestanding @cheonsazu @ciaobella137 @cinnamon-mushroomabomination @courtjestermunson @cuips-not-cute @dauntlessdiva @dawners @disrespectedgoatman @dolphincliffs @dontwasteyourchances @eddie-munsons-missing-nipple @eriquin @estrellami-1 @fandomfix8 @gregre369 @griefabyss69 @grtwdsmwhr @hallucinatedjosten @harringrieve @hellion-child @hiimlevi @honoragreyskull @hotluncheddie @jackiemonroe5512 @kas-eddie-munson @kingelyx @lifeisacrisis @littlebluejane @marvel-ous-m @melonmochi @messrs-weasley @milklechee @mrsjellymunson @mugloversonly @munsonslure @nburkhardt @nerdyglassescheeseychick

Trailer park Steve AU part 31

part 1 | part 30 | ao3

updating the rating to E. cw: recreational drug use/marijuana, foreplay, mild-to-moderate spit kink

“I feel like a water bottle,” Steve slurs. At some point he wiggled his way between Eddie’s legs to get a better look at his tattoos — starting at his ankles and working his way up, pointing at each piece and asking, "What's this? And what's that?"

Eddie explained each one in turn: the quotes, the lyrics, the silly art. "This one's the Elvish word for friend. That one's from an Iron Maiden song. Oh, the asterisk? It's supposed to be an asshole. No, I'm serious! That's how Vonnegut drew them in his books."

Now Steve’s lying flat on his back between Eddie’s splayed thighs, eyelids heavy, body warm. 'Go Your Own Way' plays softly on the stereo, and Eddie continues his tattoo tour, the fingers of his free hand weaving patterns through Steve's hair — lazy, twirling zig-zags that send skitters of sensation across his scalp and down his spine.

Steve feels like he could die right now. Happy. Held. Content.

Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

“This is fucking awesome,” he hums.

“Good,” Eddie grins at him, “I’m glad.” He scratches lightly at his scalp. “What were you, uh— what were you saying about a water bottle?”

Oh, right. Steve lifts a hand; pantomimes tilting a bottle back and forth. “Like, uh….. Sssloshy.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie snorts. “You’re so high.”

“Mmmmhm.”

“And you look like you’re jerking off a ghost."

“I’ll jerk off your ghost,” Steve mutters petulantly.

"I’m sure my ghost would love that.”

Eddie reaches for the joint and takes another drag, and Steve tilts his neck, arching up to look at him. Bites his lip at the pretty picture Eddie makes: the sharp shadows and delicate lines, the shape of his full lips exhaling rings of smoke. Big for a guy's. He remembers thinking that a couple weeks ago. That they were big. That they looked soft.

And now he thinks: Kissable.

Steve licks his lips. “What about your, uh- not ghost?”

Eddie laughs like he’s watching a newborn puppy try to walk. “You want to touch my dick so bad.”

“S’probably a good dick,” Steve shrugs, unashamed.

He probably should be — ashamed. Guilty for the feelings stirring deep inside his chest; feelings weed brings to the surface, sends southbound, turns to need. He can imagine how the good, god-fearing Catholics who raised him would react if they could see him now, how they'd foam and froth and rage, red-faced and covered in spittle as they shouted that he's condemning himself to Hell.

But the thing is, he's already in Hell. He's been here since July.

And anyway, Hell's kinda nice. Gentle and warm, surprisingly kind. Hell smells like leather and tobacco, like weed and aftershave, and it sounds like Lindsey Buckingham, and it likes to braid Steve's hair.

Hell has endless, inky eyes and probably kisses him with tongue.

Heat spreads through him like molten honey at the thought, spilling hot over the edges, curling in his core, and Steve turns his head to the side and drags his mouth over a tattoo on Eddie’s inner thigh — a cartoon cloud over a curled-up snoozing fox. He noses at the edge of Eddie's shorts; pushes them up.

Goosebumps pebble under the warm press of his lips. "What's this one?" Steve whispers, nudging the fabric further up.

Eddie’s laugh is quiet and strained. "Something I don't want to discuss with your mouth this close to my dick. Stevie," he warns, but it's breathless, full of want. There's a wet spot on his shorts.

Steve pushes onto his belly, blows hot breath over the spot, liquid fire coursing through him at he stares at the bulge in Eddie’s shorts. Blistering heat, the sweetness dense, rich and thick on his tongue; in his veins. He mouths at the crease of Eddie's thigh. Eddie smells so good, like skin and sweat and boy, and Steve wants this. Wants it so badly he feels the ache inside his teeth. I dreamed the goddess poured ambrosia...

Steve feels it drip from head to toe.

"Steve." Eddie's voice is sharp this time, commanding and firm as he fists a hand in Steve's hair — not hurting him; not letting him move. Keeping him from putting his mouth just where he wants.

Steve makes a desperate sound and rocks his hips against the bed.

"Steve, stop," Eddie scolds. Pulls his hair a little harder, like he’s tugging on a leash.

"Eddie, please.” Steve’s eyes roll back, and he shifts his hips again. Just one; just a bit. Not nearly hard enough.

"No. Behave. Be good."

Steve freezes — tenses every muscle, holds himself so still, his face flushing with shame, because he didn’t mean to not be good. Didn’t mean to do anything bad. He blinks at Eddie with watery eyes and says he’s sorry, his voice cracking around the word.

"God," Eddie groans. His fist tightens in Steve’s hair, and his hips twitch off the bed, the curve of his cock brushing the tip of Steve's nose. Fuck. "Holy shit. Roll over."

"What?"

"On your back, like you were before." He’s panting when he says it, and Steve does as he's told; flips over onto his back, face bracketed by Eddie's thighs, the tent in his own shorts embarrassingly big. Obvious.

"Good,” Eddie exhales. “That’s- Jesus. Yeah, that’s good." He sinks back against the wall with a winded sigh.

And then he doesn't say anything else.

Doesn’t even move, just slouches down to catch his breath.

Steve kind of wants to cry; feels chastised and stupid, because of course Eddie doesn't want this. He already said he didn't, didn't he? Not tonight, anyway. And now Steve’s ruined things by being high and dumb and selfish, getting himself worked up over nothing and making it Eddie’s problem, and he'll probably spend the rest of this night miserable and blue-balled because he's a horny idiot, but that's—

It’s fine, if Eddie wants to cool things off; if he doesn't want to— he's allowed to not want—

"Here's what's about to happen.”

Steve snaps his head up to listen. Twists his neck around, sees Eddie lounging against the wall like a bored king on a throne, one ringed hand cupping himself loosely through his shorts. He squeezes once, takes another deep breath; lets it out long and controlled. Steve’s gonna fucking drool. "You’re gonna touch yourself for me.”

Steve moans. Guttural and loud, the sound punched out of his lungs, because Eddie’s voice comes out like gravel — husky, deep, the words authoritative and slow; like Steve needs to be punished; like Eddie’s merciful.

“You’re going to touch yourself exactly how I tell you to, and only how I tell you to. If I say stop, you stop. If I say faster, you speed up. If it's too much—" His hand moves to Steve’s cheek, slapping lightly against the bone. “—you tap out, or you tell me.”

Steve nods his head, entranced. Eddie’s thumb moves to his mouth. “And if you’re very, very good…” He tugs his bottom lip; presses in; lets him suck. “…then I’ll let you watch me come. How does that sound?”

Steve whines; hollows his cheeks, sucking harder, flicking his tongue. Eddie’s thighs clamp down around him, and when he pulls his hand away the spit clings to his thumb, a delicate string connecting them before it breaks. “Asked you a question, sweetheart.” He smears the spit over Steve’s chin. “Does that sound good?”

Steve nearly swallows his tongue.

—

tag list in separate reblogs under '#trailer park steve au taglist' if you'd like to filter that content. if you want to be added tomorrow please comment and let me know (must be over 21; please either verify in the comment or have your age visible on your blog)

[impala-dreamer]

I’d come sit in your office, just to listen to you read gay porn out loud 😁😁😁

LOL should I do that? I’ve threatened it before, but I could totally do a Skype reading of some smut. hahaha

OMG I’m having an ideaaaaaa

[crashdevlin]

Crashie - I loved p101 pt 2!! And I started to send you an ask, and I can’t remember if I sent it!! OMG, my brain is tired!! Can’t wait to see where you go with this story!! Love the angst, the smut, Dom!Dean!! Jealous Sam!! That he was able to talk to her about it was amazing! Great story!!

More goodness is coming soon! Next Sunday you’re gonna get some more of that Jealous!Sam! (also sub!Dean)

Thank you for reading, Shelly!

[ladykailitha]

Permanent List Purge

It is that time of year again when I go through my permanent list and cull anyone who hasn't interacted in a while.

If you want to be removed from the list, please go ahead and leave a comment, tag or drop me a line in my DMs or ask box. I promise I won't be mad if you do. I'll miss you though and wish you well. But no, seriously I won't be mad.

This is what happens:

I post the whole list of people I tag for every story and then again the ones that haven't interacted with my posts in awhile. Usually three months.

Then every Saturday for the next month, I repost it, modified with any changes to the list. Like if someone said they will or won't be staying.

Then on Nov. 30th, if you haven't responded by 4pm EST, then you WILL be removed from the list.

Any now open spots will go to those on my waiting list. THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO ASK TO BE ADDED TO EITHER LIST!! ANY REQUESTS WILL BE IGNORED!!!

PERMANENT LIST: 40

1-@mira-jadeamethyst @rozzieroos @itsall-taken @redfreckledwolf @zerokrox-blog

2- @gregre369 ​@a-little-unsteddie @chaosgremlinmunson @messrs-weasley @cryptid-system

3- @maya-custodios-dionach @goodolefashionedloverboi @val-from-lawrence @carlyv @wonderland-girl143-blog

4- @justforthedead89 @irregular-child @bookbinderbitch @bookworm0690 @forgottenkanji

5- @anne-bennett-cosplayer @yikes-a-bee @awkwardgravity1 @littlewildflowerkitten @genderless-spoon

6- @dragonmama76 @ellietheasexylibrarian @thedragonsaunt @useless-nb-bisexual @disrespectedgoatman

7- @counting-dollars-counting-stars @tinyplanet95 @ravenfrog @swimmingbirdrunningrock @lingeringmirth

8- @gutterflower77 @a-lovely-craziness @just-a-tiny-void @w1ll0wtr33 @beelze-the-bubkiss

THOSE THAT HAVEN'T INTERACTED IN MONTHS:

@mira-jadeamethyst @messrs-weasley @goodolefashionedloverboi @littlewildflowerkitten @rozzieroos (though this might be because I CANNOT tag them at all)

@lingeringmirth @a-lovely-craziness @justforthedead89 @irregular-child @anne-bennett-cosplayer

(The last four were added because they were very close to the three month mark, but barely squeaked in at two)

WAITING LIST:

Those that have been super active on my work and deserve a chance to be on the list.

@fearieshadow @dreamercec @blondie1006 @kultiras @thesecondfate

@sadisticaltarts @dolphincliffs @eyehartart

[thisapplepielife]

@dolphincliffs Aww, thank you! ❤️ I definitely didn't have writing Gareth on my 2023 bingo card, that's for sure, haha.

And I'm sure my read on him wouldn't at all match the writers' characterization of him, but that's the risk you take when you flesh out a character with, like, four canon lines and give him a whole life, haha. 🤣

i need him in s5

[amanda-teaches]

Sweet bedtime fluff!! It’s for charity was just the bedtime story I needed to have good dreams!! Loved it, Amanda!! Dean is such a nice guy to help out & I love what he used as his bio, lol!! Great fic! Love ya 💜

Dean fluff is the absolute best kind of bedtime story! I bet that will give you some sweet, sweet dreams. I’m so glad you loved it! Love you more, girl!

It’s For Charity

[myimaginaryradio]

Peaches - The Presidents Of The United States Of America - 1995

This one is by request from @dolphincliffs . Always great requests.

[supernatural-jackles]

Jen - part 11, incoherent screaming!! Loved it!! Dean is so good for her!! Every part was just so damn good!! 💜

Thank you Shelly!! Dean is definitely a good friend for her, that’s for sure!! 💜

[maximumkillshot]

If I wrote for a k-pop band ... would you read it?

@mamaredd123 , @impala-dreamer , @impalaimagining , @jotink78 , , , @scorpiongirl1 , @ilostmyshoe-79 , @teamfreewill-imagine , @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid , @chelsea072498 , @brickwall035 , @maui137 , @mogaruke , @jayankles , @butiaintgonnaloveem , @kawaiilivkitty , @naviwhite , @emoryhemsworth ,

@cole-winchester , @nanie5 , @emoryhemsworth , @carribear31 , @death-unbecomes-you, @clarinette07 , @curlyhairedblueeyedangel , @deansbabygirl01, @anathewierdo , @atc74 , @kickasscas67-blog , @mannls , @adoptdontshoppets , @meganywinchester , @xalgaliareptx , @healojane , @wolfiebucky , @rayvenrider , @screechingartisancashbailiff , @superlockedtimelord, @goodgodimaweirdperson , @beltzboys2015-blog , @animegirlgeeky , @paintballkid711 , @dolphincliffs, @hawaiianohana15, @flamencodiva , @sea040561 , @goddessofmischiefs , @noneedtoknow789 , @supraveng ,@paryl, @stephthepeach ,@prettysourabbie , @lyarr24 , @malindacath , @melannie77 , @440mxs-wife , @hobby27

[alleiradayne]

J! I loved how you wrote Jackson! Awesome job!! 💜

Thank you Shelly! It’ll probably be the last thing I write for a while. But I’m so glad I took the time to write for Ang’s rebbot, it was super fun to get into a new headspace.

Jackson