#fuck dudes what if I just won’t go to sleep and will spend all of today drinking

[grocerystoreanxiety]

How!!! is it 7am !!?

[catherinnn]

Can you please do a fic where Eddie and reader get into a fight over stupid jealousy, and Eddie brings up the fact that the reader had a history of sleeping around before they started dating and uses that against her. She gets speechless and leave and Eddie realizes how bad he messed up, tries to chase after her but she's already gone. He spends days trying to get her to talk to him and she just keeps avoiding him several times. Robin and Steve seeing how distant both Eddie and Y/N have been, decide to work together with Eddie to help him get Y/N back.

(this is inspired by how you get the girl)

That's How It Works

eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: so so so much fluff, fighting, slut shaming, hurt-comfort.

words: 1.3 k masterlist

a/n: thank you so much for requesting <33 I'm catching up with the other requests too, i promise :)

“You were all giggly with him” he interrupts.

“Eddie, we were just talking-“ You try to explain but he wasn’t listening.

“I laughed cause he made a joke!” You could laugh right now from what he’s accusing you of.

If someone told you you’d be coming back to the trailer after Eddie’s performance in The Hideout going at it fighting instead of all over each other, you would have been surprised.

But this is where you are right now. He’s jealous that you ran into an old friend while he played. However, he’s not only accusing you of flirting with him, but also of not even paying attention to his show.

“You cannot tell me that douchebag made an actual funny joke” he contradicts.

“What is this big problem you have with him? You don’t even know him” you complain.

“How do you know him?” he asks in a tone of accusation, you answer either way.

“He was an old friend from high school”

“Just a friend?” he asks again looking pissed, like that wasn’t the answer he was looking for.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugs clenching his jaw. You wait for him to explain himself.

“Giving your history before you met me, forgive me if I have some trust issues” he reproaches angrily.

You laugh bitterly. “Did you seriously just said that?”

“N- no, wait-“ he sighs and then tries to make it better but it’s a little too late now.

“I’m out of here” you say grabbing your jacket again and opening the door.

“Wait, sweetheart-“

“For your fucking information, he was just a friend. Hopefully, that helps you sleep better tonight” you say sarcastically and storm off.

Eddie stays pondering on what you said realizes he went too far. He goes after you but as he gets outside he sees your car already driving away.

He waits a few minutes until what he thinks will take you to get home and starts calling, no one answers.

He keeps trying for a couple more days but you either hang up as soon as you hear his voice, or not answer his calls all together. 

“Boy, I need to use the phone” Wayne says after Eddie’s been calling three times in a row.

“Fine, just let me leave a message” Eddie says and Wayne stays there waiting.

“Do you mind? It’s kinda personal” he says. Wayne rolls his eyes giving him his space, mumbling “What the hell did he do now?”, but he can already imagine.

“Hey, Munson” Steve greets him once he sees him entering Family Show.

“Hey, can you call [y/n]?” Eddie asks.

“Uhh sure, but why can’t you call her?” Steve asks confused.

“I kind of… fucked up and she won’t answer my calls” Eddie admits embarrassed.

“Oh no, what did you do?” Steve sighs.

“Do you really need to know?”

“Yes, and actually wait here” Steve asks before going to the back room only to return with Robin.

“You fucker” it’s the first thing she says as she sees him.

“You know already?” Eddie complains.

“Of course I know, she called me right away” she explains. “You have some fucking nerve”

“I know, I know. I was so stupid and mean and I didn’t even listen to her-“ Eddie regrets himself.

“What happened?” Steve interrupts and Robin explains as Eddie covers his face in embarrassment wanting to die right here and now.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Steve complains after Robin fills him in.

“I know, I fucking hate myself right now” Eddie says. “But I’ve been calling her ever since that same night to explain how sorry I am and she doesn’t want to listen”

Robin wants to make a comment saying ‘you had it coming’ or something like that but as she sees him almost crying as he says all that, she decides against it. Plus, she knows you listen to every voice mail he leaves you almost cuffing yourself so you don’t call him back.

So she decides to help him.

They give him tips on how to get you back; like going to your house instead of calling you —Steve said to do it tonight because it was supposed to rain and it would be more dramatic;— they told him to say cheesy lines like ‘I broke your heart and I’ll put I back together’. He was wary about all of this but Robin ended the list with a proud smirk saying:

“And that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl”

So he decided to trust her. He bought the flowers, and waited until it started to rain.

You stayed watching a movie tonight. Normally the rain helps you sleep like a baby, but lately it was harder and harder for you to finally get some sleep. Ever since the fight.

You were wondering if it was time to pick up one of his calls and talk, but you wished he would do something more. Something that showed how sorry he actually was.

You were watching some cheesy rom-com where they are always more dramatic and romantic. Right in the middle of his love confession you hear a knock on your door. It was late already and raining like crazy so it must have been a branch or something.

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie was soaking wet on the other side praying to Ozzy Osborne that you open the door and not one of your parents. He keeps knocking, cursing Harrington under his breath for this idea, until you finally open the door.

“Are you insane?!” you ask him once you see him. His curls no longer defined because of the water soaking them. The flowers he held in his hand were still looking pretty, only damped. His hellfire shirt almost see through from how wet it was, showing the tattoos underneath.

“I’m sorry” he tries to start but he’s shaking. You let him in, but before you can go grab a tower he stops you.

“Eddie, you’re shaking!” you complain.

“Just listen, please” he asks. “Here, these are for you” he hands you the flowers and you take them.

You stand there astound at his confession. Not only that but the way he did it and the words that he said.

“It’s been a long week, and I missed you like crazy” he starts and you let him explain. “I’m so so sorry for what I said, I- I lost my mind." he takes a deep breath.

"I want you, I don’t even fucking care about your history before, and I’ll make it up to you until the day that I die." he promises

"I understand that you’re angry at me but I’ll wait for you. Forever and ever” he finishes.

He always made fun of you for loving those silly rom-coms and romance books where they’re extra-cheesy. He didn’t like it, they made him cringe. But he understood now. The romantic gestures and love confessions.

After a few seconds you smile, almost mocking him. “How cliché of you, Munson”

He looks at you, not knowing if this means you’re cool now. But you don’t let him overthink it for a long time. You run to his arms, rolling your eyes smiling because he knew just how to make it better.

He engulfed you in his arms, squeezing you. “I’m so sorry sweetheart, I was an asshole”

“You were, yeah.” you agree. “Can you start trusting me more from now on?”

“Yes, I promise” he says nodding repeatedly.

“I didn’t know you could be so sappy” you joke and he rolls his eyes playfully.

“Don’t tell anyone”

“Oh but I will, Gareth and Jeff are gonna die with this information” you laugh imagining all the jokes they will make.

“Oh come onnnn” he complains.

“But I love it though, so don’t feel ashamed” I confess sweetly.

“Only for you, you little tease”

“Alright, let’s go watch Nothing Hill now. Julia Robert’s speech has nothing on yours!” I mock him.

And that’s how it goes. That’s how you get the girl.

[theodorecanaryhood]

Protective, possessive and Passionate

Jason Todd x Male! Reader

Warning: swearing, drinking and sex

It was no secret that your boyfriend, Jason, is extremely protective of you. He likes to make sure you’re safe, even if he is in the line of fire, he also wants you to always remember that you’re his.

‘See how that looks’ Jason turned your face a little so you could see clearly the red mark on your neck.

Jason always marked his territory for other men to see, for them to know you’re off limits.

Jason drove you to work, holding your hand in his, you never complained and always thought it cute. A guy as big as Jason, to be so needy and like a puppy at times.

‘Have a great day, love you’ Jason spoke softly as he kissed you.

‘Bye, love you too’ you replied as you got out of the car.

Your work day was filled with the usual nonsense that entails. Making you spend all of your working hours wishing for some sleep.

Everyone has that part of the day that they dread, yours happened to be a coworker. Adam. He never left the fact he likes you hidden.

‘Hey, how was your weekend?’ He asked, smiling at you.

‘Hey, it was fine. Had dinner with my boyfriend’s family. Yours?’ You asked to be polite, not really caring about the answer.

Adam knew that you have a boyfriend, but he never seemed to care. He still tried to get it on with you.

He’d worked there for about a year now and still took every chance he could, as it was coming up to the office work party, you prayed that Jason could make it.

Perhaps the size of Jason would make Adam back off, Jason is big dude and can be pretty scary at times.

Jason held onto your thigh as you both watched Netflix, the newest show you both thought to watch sucked you right in.

‘Shall we go to bed?’ Jason asked as the credits began to roll, you sleepily nodded.

Getting into bed with Jason was always something amazing, he would hold onto you so tight.

The huge puppy that is Jason liked to hold onto you all night. Never letting you out of his sight, or his grip.

You hadn’t let it bother you too much, you were just thankful that Jason was able to come with you. Protect from the lustful eyes of Adam.

Jason knelt onto the floor as he found your shoe laces were coming undone.

‘Hey lovebirds’ your work-bestie, Naomi, smiled as she greeted you both.

Giving you both a hug and a kiss in the cheek, you placed your hand on Naomi’s small baby bump.

‘Not long to go now’ you chuckled as she smiled, lifting her top to show off her new accessory.

The three of you walked into the building together as you found it dimly lit, music playing and a bartender on site already.

‘Thank God, I need a drink’ Jason stated as he made a beeline for the bar.

‘Can I get two whiskeys please? And a lemonade?’ Jason winked as Naomi rolled her eyes with a small smile.

‘Oh fuck’ the words fell out of your mouth like vinegar.

Naomi stroked your arm gently as she blocked you from Adam’s sight.

Jason was aware of what this coworker was doing, but he didn’t know what he looked like. Or if he was coming.

‘Oh hey you, how’s it going?’ Adam cheered as he saw you standing with Naomi.

You smiled as Adam leant towards you, seemingly unaware of the 6ft plus giant next to you both.

‘Another coworker?’ Jason asked curiously, you nodded. Hesitating the next few words.

‘This is Adam’ you took Jason’s hand in yours as you saw his face switch.

The three of you tried your best to stay away from him, but Adam always ended up near you somehow.

‘Hey babe, gotta get going home or I won’t want to get up ever again’ Naomi smiled softly as she gave you a hug.

‘You two rest up’ you winked as Naomi left, all the while with Jason in the bathroom.

This left you alone for a few minutes which you would find scary. You had mental words with yourself, Adam is only a man, nothing more. But he still bothered you.

‘Where’s your boyfriend?’ Adam asked as he came and sat next to you.

You pointed to the bathroom door, Adam only edged closer to you.

You shifted a little in your seat as you felt Adam get closer to you, his body heat felt like it was setting you on fire.

‘You know, four years is a long time to be with one person. Maybe you should have a little break from him. I could show you a good time’ Adam spoke as you felt disgusted.

His words were like venom and you could feel yourself getting close to doing something you’d get into trouble for later.

‘Come on y/n, let’s have some fun while your man isn’t here. He’s a wimp who doesn’t deserve you’ Adam continued.

The smell of Whiskey was strong from Adam’s breath, he’d been drinking tons and not seeming to stop. Though, him drinking didn’t make a difference as he was like this sober.

Before you could say anything in response there was a giant hand that had taken hold of Adam’s shirt collar.

‘Don’t touch my boyfriend again, don’t even look at him. You disrespect him like that, you get me to deal with and I can assure you, you don’t want that’ Jason growled lowly in Adam’s ear.

You could tell from Adam’s face that he was regretting his words, the tower that is Jason was now in his face. Eyes looking deep into his soul.

It was a success as Adam had finally got the message, but Jason was still angry.

Needing to blow off some steam, Jason drove you both home. Jason threw you on the bed when you both got in. Practically lifting you off your feet and carrying you there.

‘Get in all fours for me baby’ Jason said, anger still present but he spoke with love towards you.

Jason wasn’t angry with you, he never could bring himself to be. He was angry that another guy had the audacity to try it with you.

‘Uh’ you called out as Jason slid his length into you, your eyes rolled back.

‘Who does this belong to?’ Jason asked, as he began to find a rhythm.

‘You, Jason. I’m all yours’ you called out, Jason smiled as he gave your asscheek a good slap.

Your phone lit up as it rested next to you in the bed. Jason checked to see it was Snapchat.

Snap from Adam.25 was all it said, Jason smiled to himself as he punched in your code to unlock the phone.

Still with his huge dick deep inside your ass, you were too busy moaning in pleasure to notice what was going on.

Jason snapped you on all fours as Jason hit it from behind, your fingers gripping onto the pillows, you biting your lip to stop yourself from letting out moans.

‘He busy, text back later’ Jason typed into the phone with one hand, clicking send.

Then tossing your phone back where it was as he slammed deeper into you.

‘Fuck, Jason’ you called out as Jason got even deeper.

Safe to say Adam got the message and never tried anything in with you again, he also got a word from HR after a sexual harassment complaint was logged.

You were thankful that Jason could be so Protective, Possessive and also how passionate he is. You would’ve preferred for Jason to not make a statement with you on all fours. But it worked.

You smiled as you fell asleep on Jason’s chest that night, him holding you as he buried himself into a new book.

[honeyshiddendesire]

Dirty Alphabet - Shanks

Shanks x Female Reader

*banner*

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Loves his sleep but loves you more. So expect him to clean you up after whether it’s with his mouth or a nice hot bath for the two of you

B = Breath Play (do they like it done to them or doing the deed)

Both I can see him being a kinky dude 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Creampie enthusiast lol loves stuffing that pussy full of his seed while telling you how pretty you look doing it

D = Dirtiest Kink (what they think is their dirtiest kink)

Daddy kink for sure but not like that simple calling him daddy stuff. Oh no! He wants to see you in the pretty skirts, with the pigtails and remind you that he’s the older one, even going as far as saying, “Be careful sweetie don’t want mommy to hear you.” It’s dirty and deranged and he just can’t get enough of your shocked gasp before you finally give into his dark desire.

E = Exhibitionist?  (Do they like being watched)

Watch him all you want but he’ll tease you the entire time, giving you a nice dirty show. Stroking his cock and telling you to help him out by spitting on his dick so he can glide his palm against himself

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl! Both reverse and regular.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Will tease and crack jokes whenever he can unless it honestly makes you uncomfortable but he’s very much go with the flow.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Groomed pretty nice but likes his happy trail 

I = Initiation (how do they get you going? Vice versa )

Hornball just like all the other red haired men in this show lol Can’t keep his hand off of you whenever you pass by him. Will pull you into his lap and whisper some filth in your ear till you’re the one begging him to take you to your room.

J = Jealous (how do they get when jealous )

Honestly you could try and make him jealous even going as far as having someone buy you a drink and it would backfire on you, tbh he’d probably cheer you on. But if someone gets handsy with you during your little jealousy game then he’ll step in wrapping his arm around you pulling you into the biggest, sloppiest kiss. Once yall get back to the room be prepared for the spanking of a lifetime.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Shanks loves loves lovesss watching you masturbate, make it pretty for him and put on a show and he's gonna melt. He’ll try and sit still till the end but he can’t help himself and will pounce, licking your cunt like a lollipop

Loves spanking you. Hearing you yelp and seeing you squirm as you’re bent over his lap makes his cock so hard. Grinding his cock into your belly as he lays spank after spank on your cute booty, enjoys seeing it move with every smack.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Will literally fuck you anywhere but prefers his comfy bed so you can be your loudest.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you bend over to pick something up he’ll materialize right behind you in an instant, or you come behind him and rub his shoulders. If you flirt even a little he’ll become like a pot of boiling water waiting to blow off his steam and load all over you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Won’t draw blood from you so he’ll never be too rough with you. If you happen to be on your menstrual then he’s fine and dandy but if he’s the cause for your blood then he’ll freak out.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Great pussy eater and can spend hours between those pretty legs, using his arm to pin your tummy down preventing you from moving or running away. Loves receiving as well but except him to fuck your face nice and slow while praising you on your perfect skills.

P = Position (favorite position)

Cowgirl - so he can see your pretty face as you work those hips he loves so much

Reverse Cowgirl- Loves spanking your ass as you bounce on his cock, pulling your hair so you arch your back on his cock. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Whenever and wherever you guys can sneak off to he is all for it lol

R = Rope (shibari, bondage? Do they like it?)

Definitely down to try anything. Loves seeing you unable to move as you’re all tied up and isn’t opposed to being the one tied and at your mercy but he’ll still talk like he’s in charge.

S = Sharing? (Are they willing to share you?)

It’s up to you but he’d only share you with Benn of course.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Loves them. Want a vibrator? Then he’ll fuck you senseless while holding it to your clit until you’re shaking and regretting the purchase. Want him to wear a cock ring? Sure he’ll be your victim no problem. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not to unfair but lives to tease and drive you wild

V = Voyeur (do they like to watch)

Most definitely but he’ll only watch for so long before he gets impatient

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Can totally see this man pretending like he doesn’t know you in a bar just to have the excuse to pick you up again. Pretending you’re both cheating on your dear partners until you’re both tangled in the sheets in a lusty sweaty mess. The whole time Benn and the crew will just laugh along with your antics 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Not the girthiest but that man is long and curved poking you right in your special spot. Won’t stretch you too much but you’ll feel him deep in your tummy. Will even tease you by putting his cock against your stomach, winking that that's where he’s about to be.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

When he’s away you’re in the forefront of his mind and the second he’s back on the ship then he’ll drag you off somewhere in a second. If you’re not on his crew and he has to leave then you’re his masturbation material until he finally has you in his reach and returns back to your island.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not quickly, he loves being a gentleman taking care of all your wants and needs and that includes anything you’ll need after a body numbing session but once you’re all good then he’s snoring like a big baby.

[princessbrunette]

omg can you please do headcannons with jj x reader x maggie nsfw or sfw it doesn’t even matter i just need more of them 😩🎀🤍🧎‍♀️

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🍥 so clearly, maggie is the black cat of the relationship, jj is the golden retriever and you’re like a mixture of every adorable baby animal you could think of— which changes by the day. however, despite this — mags is more likely to give you sweeter nicknames like “baby” and “love” and “sweetie” even if she’s using them to grump at you. jj on the other hand is calling you “stinker”, “twerp”, “squirt” and others— but that’s just him, it makes it all the more better when he slips in the occasional “babydoll” or “mama”, the nicer nicknames showing themselves when he fucks you.

🍥 the week is usually split up by who you spend the evening with. they both work together, which is a plus for you because it means you get to see them bond, and you get to go and visit and fawn around the two of them as they fix up old cars. jj likes that you know nothing about vehicles, letting you sit and swing your legs as you watch him, answering all your silly little questions and grinning ear to ear when you tell him that his job looks so hard. maggie on the other hand always tries to get you stuck in, info-dumping about cars and trying to get you to assist her in sticking your hands into the bonnet. jj often passes by, swatting her shoulder with a rag. “kiddos not gettin’ paid, let her be mag, damn.”

🍥 despite their split evenings taking you, you occasionally manage to convince them to both spend the night at yours at the same time. wedged between them in bed as they bicker. “dude, i’m literally pressed to the damn wall. do you need to take up any more space?” maggie complains pushing up onto her elbow to look over you at the blonde who’s eyes widen incredulously. “i’mma roll out the bed!” he defends, voice high making you giggle uncontrollably. “see now you got her laughin’ at me.” he grins, tickling your tummy as maggie huffs, trying to get comfortable in your double bed overran by plushies.

🍥 fucking you is 90% a behavioural thing for maggie. she knows you need it — it calms you down, shuts you up. she’ll grip you by the back of your sundress and strap you into the bed before her afternoon shift, bed creaking in the early noon sun. “you are going to rest today, you hear me? no coming in and distracting jj. take this dick and go back to sleep. we’ll come get you later.”

🍥 whereas with jj, he just wants to be better than maggie. there’s always subtle competition between the two of them. they have the closest thing to a sibling relationship without it being weird because they’re not dating eachother, just you. he starts to eat you out a lot, because it’s the thing he senses maggie is better at than him, and he hates that. he gets so proud of himself each time you cum on his tongue, muttering stuff along the lines of “yeah, tell your girlfriend all about that.”

🍥 maggies an introvert, but she gets dragged to every party and pogue-style evening along with you and jj, who run around her hyper and excitable. she ends up loosening up after a beer or so, and you’re happy to watch her cracking up with jj and john b telling stupid stories about eachother as you watch, sleepily leaning into maggies side and quietly listening.

🍥 maggie and jj are always getting into commotion, especially due to their hatred of kooks. they won’t often hit maggie back because she’s a girl, which she uses to her advantage massively— but she’d likely be able to take them even if they did, having gotten kicked out of school in the few years you knew her as an adolescent for fighting all the time. you still recall having no idea what to do when jj got into it with kelce, shoulder checking him to the ground as they grapple while maggie jumped on toppers back, smacking him in the head and simultaneously calling rafe a ‘pussy bitch’. for the first time, you and the cameron boy just stood dumbfounded, not even knowing where to start.

🍥 maggie and jj do share clothes however, because they dress slightly similar sometimes and all of their clothes ends up in the laundry pile at your house. so occasionally, jj will be sat in an 80s rock band tee, and maggie will be sat in a surf shop muscle tank, even going as far as stealing his many hats when she’s having a bad hair day. as much as they bicker, they kind of morph into the same person at times — which makes you love them more. you recall laying on jj’s bed before a party, your dark haired girlfriend rifling through his closet. “jay, where the fuck are those brown dickies overalls i saw you wearing last weekend? i wanna wear ‘em.” he steps out the bathroom, wearing the overalls in question. “tough shit, girly.” comes out muffled, toothbrush still stuffed into his cheek from his brushing.

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[holylulusworld]

Date interruptus

Summary: Dean walks in on you and…

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Side pairing: Cole Turner x fem!Reader

Warnings: coitus interruptus, embarrassment, nakedness, Tinder date gone wrong, implied smut

Square 19 filled for @theslumberparty-blog presents bingo: Tinder date

Dean walks toward the motel room, grinning like he won the lottery. While his brother grumbles under his breath because the monster they ganked ruined his jacket, Dean is in a good mood.

He’s got a six-pack tugged under his arm and balances a bag full of greasy food in one hand.  “Sammy, why the sour mood? We got the ghoul good.”

“It ruined my jacket and pants, Dean,” his brother mutters. “How about you bunker in Y/N’s room? I’ll need all the hot water to get the remnants of the ghoul off my skin.”

“Huh? Sure,” Dean shrugs. “I’ll sleep in her room. Y/N got a spare bed.” The hunter grins. He doesn’t mind spending the night in your room. “Just get clean, and don’t forget your hair. You reek.”

“Jerk,” Sam grunts.

“Bitch,”  Dean bites back. The hunter chuckles and walks toward your room. “I hope she’s got some hot water left…”

While his brother enters their shared room, Dean knocks at your door with his boot.

“Sweetheart? Do you mind letting me sleep in your room tonight? Sammy is on his period.”

Dean frowns when you don’t answer. You wanted to stay at the motel to do more research and now you won’t open the door.

“Y/N, are you alright?” The hunter places the bag with food, and the sixpack in front of the door. He knocks again, a little louder this time. “Sweetheart, I need you to answer me, or I’ll kick the door open.

Dean listens closely. He presses his ear to the door only to hear you whimper. The hunter doesn’t waste more time. He kicks the door open; gun aimed at your potential attacker a split second later.

“Y/N? Down. I got this,” he yells as his eyes land on the naked man standing at the end of your bed. “You sick fucker! I’ll kill you! I’ll shoot your limp dick off!”

“DEAN! WHAT THE FUCK!” You shriek and grab the blanket to cover your body. “What are you doing here?”

Your company doesn’t have such luck. The man stands in the room, staring at Dean’s gun like a deer in the headlights. “I-I,” the man babbles. “G-un.”

“Dude, he’s not some psycho! He’s my date, Dean!” you yell. “Christ, I stayed behind this time for a reason! Can a woman not have some fun without you kicking her door open?”

Dean’s cheek twitches and his face is bright red. He looks like he just walked in on his parents having sex. “I-I…fuck.” He finally secures his gun and tugs it away to cover his eyes. “Can…can he put on some clothes please?”

“Cole, sorry. But I think this won’t work out,” you huff. “Maybe we can chat again?”

Cole doesn’t hesitate. He hurriedly grabs his clothes, only throwing his boxers on before fleeing out of the room. “Fucking psycho!” He grunts while passing Dean by. “I knew it was a mistake to agree to go on a date with her.”

“Watch your tongue, Mr. limp dick,” Dean yells after Cole. “You sonofabitch!”

“DEAN! It’s not his fault,” you slip out of the bed to look for your clothes. “Why did you have to kick the door open? This was the first date I had in months, and you ruined it!”

“I saved you from Mr. limp dick.” He argues. “Y/N, it’s dangerous to meet up with guys you find on Tinder.”

“Well, newsflash Dean. I have needs too, and I barely find the time to hook up with a nice guy. All of the guys I meet are—” You wrinkle your nose. “You know what I mean.”

“No reason to invite that douchbag to your room. Next time, invite me,” Dean gasps. Did he say this out loud? “I mean, I got food and beer if you want some.”

“This doesn’t make up for the ruined sex date,” you point out. “If you want to make things up to me, get out of your clothes. I didn't buy expensive lingerie for you to ruin my chance to get laid.”

“What?”

“You heard me, Winchester. And don’t think you’ll leave this room before you made me cum…”

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[thefourthwifeoftengenuzui]

Hiiii bonten Rindou hc???? Pleaseee. Love him frr

To be honest, I intended for this to be almost exclusively for haikyuu… BUT FOR YOU MY FRIEND! *pounds chest* I SHALL GIVE YOU THE RINNY OF YOUR DREAMS. Also you didn’t specify what kind you want so ima give you my finest shit, which happens to be my head cannon prowess. (Totally not because I hate writing dialogue, no,no, that’s so stupid 😳) Also important side note: I aint spend days finishing the Tok rev manga not to use it tf outta here. Tokrev and Jjk content is welcomed proudly.

idk if I’ll make a part 2, but on the off chance I do, look foreword to girldad Rinny content.

status: unedited

warnings: cursing, slightly sexual situations (but no smut), mafia bs, blood? Fluffy bullshit, Rindou being a dick hole, the ick, my bad Spanish

💜Bonten Rindou Hataini. Headcannons~💜

The first thing off the bat, I definitely think he is on the demisexual spectrum. I know everyone else be saying that he would be all about just sleeping around like that, but to be honest, I think that that’s more of a Ran thing. I feel like the only reason he would go to strip clubs and shit like that for work, and would actually be really grossed out when people would coddle him. If he was to have a significant other, it would have to be someone he has known for a long time, or from his old delinquent days. My best idea would be a calm friend who would give him the notes from his skipped classes. And in return he’d take them out for food or some shit. Somewhere along the way y’all would just be like, “we’re totally together right?” “Duh, why else would I put up with you.” Yeah he a lil bitch.

Any way, as for him as an adult, all I gotta say is “Mmmm Papí ¿quieres una besito?~”. Like Jesus Christ man has no right being this freaking fine. Sexy Jellyfish ass boy

Yakuza Daddy🥵. This man will spoil the everlasting shit outta you, and go to Walmart for his own shit. But had does it in the most obnoxious way possible. He gets you a necklace? “Hey babe, gotchu this, your old one was musty af, take better care of your shit.” Awww you want a new dress? “Sure babe, but just know that thing barely covers shit, and will be gone by the end of the night.” You want something just random? “Wtf am I a walking ATM? No, pick it tf up, I’m buying it, you can’t stop me. Quit arguing before I buy you 3 more.”

But when it comes to himself? Yeah he only indulges in suits and Jordan’s. Other than that, he has an avengers shirt he had since he was 12 and a pinball machine. That’s the extent of his possessions. Well that and the watch you got him for his birthday, but shhhhh he can’t let you know he cares ewwwww.

Man is literally the biggest (for lack of better word) Tsundere. Like Top three in anime. Like you got 1.Kageyama 2.Sasuke 3. Him. Like manz would rather die than say he cares. His love language is quality time and gift giving, so he’s more show you he loves you, but won’t say it first. The kinda mf that when you say I love you to them say, “Yeah I know, I love me too if only there was someone out there who loved you.” Like manz is so obvious I wanna kiss him to shut him the fuck up. (I think I have a type.) like bro the me love you tf?

In terms of icks there is one thing I no for fact. This mf wears socks to bed. And not the cute fluffy kind. The musty ass crusty socks he wore all day, then stepped in water, and now you gotta deal with it while yall cuddling. I hate this mf.

On a more serious note, because of his Bonten Bs, he doesn’t have a lot of time for us. So we make time. His time. We just barge in during his meetings, lay across his lap, watch TikTok’s, while everyone (him) are just looking like “is this bitch serious!?” >:|

Anyways, because he’s so busy all the time, the majority of what he wants to do when he gets home is just to sprawl out on the couch and just stay there. You can cuddle with him too or whatever he doesn’t mind🙄. But fair warning, he’s the kinda dude who is only ever in the mood for either ww2 documentary’s or like deep sea documentary’s. Like mf has the same movie taste as my dad, I can’t with him. It’s a good day when you can convince him to try something actually entertaining. And you know what he picks? The Fucking exorcist. He’s an asshole. The kinda dude to pretend he’s unfazed, but his left leg physically won’t stop shaking.

speaking of movies, I know I say this every time, but scream Halloween costumes. Yes. Give me Rinny as ghostface please, I’ll freaking sell my soul. Especially if it’s not the robe but one of the like dry fit and leather harness- *incomprehensible pterodactyl noises* 🥵

anyway back to cuddling, his go to position is literally the Hakari and Kirara thing. Like this mf will always have a hand on your ass. He doesn’t like PDA but this? Yeah you can’t stop him. He is an ass guy, it’s just where his hand naturally gravitates.

I cannot explain the urge to play daddies home by usher every time I see him. Like he and my baby daddy Gojo have partial custody over that song. Like bro. Yes.

Tbh I don’t see him having a big wedding. Or any wedding. I think his thing would be just handing you his debit card and saying “pick some shit out. No, don’t worry bout the price I’m rich for a reason.” And after that yall just elope to some tropical place across the planet for like a month.

speaking of travel it’s a pretty common thing for you. Just that it’s always last minute. Like bro don’t even give you time to brag to the your friends. Man just pulls up 10 minutes before y’all need to go to the airport and says, “get ready, we’re going to France. How long? Idk a month? Boo hoo bitch. Stay home then. Mhm that’s wtf k thought”. Manz is such an ass but you gotta love a walking wallet.

My last thought I’m gonna share is how he physically won’t use nicnames. Like babe is the physically most he can bring himself to do. Maybe baby. He gives himself the ick every time he thinks of doing anything else

all in all, he’s the one who is always there for you, and expects the same. He’s a great guy, under all the stress and yakuza bs. Treat him well, or I’ll treat him better😤

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ sorry this took me so long to write, I’m working on another request too, and more importantly, my final exams for collage, love that. But even do, if you liked this, please like and request something, and I will definitely be posting. Love y’all so much, I’ll see yall later.

[ladykailitha]

Little Runaway

Welcome, welcome to my longest steddie fic I’ve completed to date. It’s set in a nebulous time between season 3 and 4 but also very AU. And for the purposes of this story, Steve is gay but went through the motions with Nancy and his other dates as his dad is homophobic. This also references abuse and has some period typical homophobia. Not anyone we know. 

*

Eddie cursed whatever god it was that invented hangovers and swore vengeance. It was then he realized that banging wasn’t coming from inside his head but on the door to the trailer.

He looked outside his window and realized it was late at night. He glanced at the alarm on his nightstand and the time glared 3:54am in bright angry red numbers.

He squinted hard, trying to wake himself up for whatever encounter was on the other side of that door. He just really, really hoped it wasn’t the cops. He pulled on a shirt and padded out of his bedroom to answer the door.

“Keep your shirt on,” he grumbled. “I’m coming.”

He opened the door to see Dustin Henderson standing outside his door, looking relieved that Eddie answered.

“To what to do I owe the pleasure, Dusty Bin?” he asked leaning against the door frame.

“Uh...” Dustin began and then slammed his mouth shut.

Eddie raised an eyebrow at him and tilted his head. “Cat got your tongue?”

Dustin blushed. “I know your uncle isn’t home for the weekend, so I wondering if you could take a friend of mine in. Just for the weekend. He doesn’t have anywhere else to go. I swear. I wouldn’t ask if he had somewhere he could stay.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes. “Who’s your friend?” There was something slightly panicked about the way Dustin was going a mile a minute.

“I can’t tell you until you say you can take him in,” Dustin whined. “You have to promise that after knowing who it is, you won’t take it back. Please?”

Eddie threw his head back and waved his hands. “Fine. I promise your ‘friend’ can spend the weekend here.”

Dustin visibly relaxed. “You can come out now.” He waved at someone from behind the trailer.

A beat. Then another.

And then Steve fucking Harrington stepped out. He had a backpack slung over his shoulder and his head was down.

But Eddie could tell that this wasn’t the Steve Harrington he knew. His hair was wet and matted, like it hadn’t been properly washed in a few days. His shoulders were rounded, like he was trying to make himself as small a target as he could.

“Dustin, I’m going to kick your ass,” he said turning to the teenager.

“You promised,” Dustin defended. “No take backs.”

“I shouldn’t be here,” Steve muttered. “I can go. You don’t have to do this.”

Eddie rubbed his eye in frustration. He knew he was going to give in. He just didn’t like it. So he sighed. “Come on, Harrington. You’ll have to sleep on the couch.”

Steve still refused to look up, so he nodded.

Dustin came over and hugged him. “I’ll talk to my mom when she gets back from visiting Grandma. We’ll find something more permanent. This is just for the weekend. I promise.”

Steve hugged him back. “I’ll be fine.”

“Call me,” Dustin admonished. “I’ll kick your ass if you don’t.”

“I promise.”

Dustin hopped on his bike and waved, heading out to the exit of the trailer park.

Eddie looked around, realizing for the first time Steve’s car wasn’t around. “Hey, where’s your car?”

Steve just shrugged.

Well that interesting. And Eddie loved puzzles. “Come on in. I’ll show you around.”

Steve mounted the steps gingerly and Eddie eyed him warily. An idea was forming and it wasn’t good.

Eddie folded his arms and watched as Steve lowered himself gently on to the sofa wincing when he made contact with cushions.

“So who beat your ass?”

Steve looked up in shock and Eddie hissed in sympathy. The dude a black eye, a bruised nose and split lip.

“I hope the other guy looks worse,” he said sincerely.

Steve chuckled. “I broke his nose.”

“Good.”

Steve ducked his head again, this time to hide his blush.

“Look, I know what being on the run looks like, and you’ve got all the signs,” Eddie said. “All I need to know is that it’s not the law and you and I are good, you hear me?”

Steve shook his head. “At least not as far as I know. I don’t think he’ll get the cops involved.”

Eddie pursed his lips. He knew how that went. All too well. “But you’re afraid that if you go to your friends, he’ll find you and hurt you again?”

Steve’s shoulders sagged. “Yeah. My dad’s an ass like that.”

Well. Fuck. Yep. Yep. That made total sense.

“He been doing that awhile?” Eddie asked, jutting his chin at Steve’s messed up face.

Steve huffed out a bitter laugh. “Only when he’s home. Which thankfully isn’t often.”

Abusive and neglectful. “What tipped him off this time?”

Steve just shook his head.

“Not ready to talk about it?” Eddie said. “Fine by me. Get a real shower and I’ll scrounge up something for us to eat.”

Steve stood up, wincing as he did so.

“And I’m going to look at those ribs, to make sure they ain’t broke.”

Steve blushed. “It’s really not that bad.”

Eddie darted forward and Steve moved to get out of the way, only to stop, crying out in pain.

“You want to tell me another lie, Harrington?”

Steve was sweating from the pain. “No. I’ll be good.”

“Go get a shower, big boy,” Eddie said, making his way over to the kitchen part of the trailer and rummaging around for something to eat. He found a can of Spaghetti-Os and started heating that up. It was about done when Steve came out of the bathroom, looking better than he did.

He was also shirtless.

Which sent a thrill of heat down his navel. Until he saw the great big bruises on Steve’s sides.

“Holy shit,” Eddie swore. “He got you good.”

Steve wrapped his arms around his torso and looked away. “He knocked me to the ground and started kicking me.”

“Come on,” Eddie said gently. “Sit down and eat. I’ll look at your ribs after.”

Steve nodded.

Eddie pulled out a bowl and spoon, dumping the canned noddles into the bowl. He handed them to Steve. “It’s not much. But it’s warm and filling, and I have feeling that’s what you need right now.”

Steve gratefully took the bowl and began wordlessly slurping up the food. It wasn’t long before it was gone and Steve handed it back.

Eddie took it to the sink and came back. “Can you sit up straight or does it hurt?”

Steve straightened up, but Eddie could tell he was being held together with a frayed thread.

“Okay,” Eddie said. “I’m going to have to touch it, and it will hurt. Try not to hit me when it does.”

Steve winced. But was quiet and still as Eddie did his examination.

“Good news, it doesn’t feel like anything’s broken,” Eddie said, sitting next to him. “Bad news is that that is one hell of bruise and it will hurt like a bitch for another week.”

“Something I figured out myself, thanks,” Steve sneered.

Eddie got up to walk away, when Steve pulled him back down. “Sorry, sorry. I’m just in a lot of pain. I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

Eddie nodded.

“Thank you,” Steve murmured. “For everything, I guess.”

“How long ago did this happen?” Eddie asked.

“About a week,” Steve admitted.

“And he’s still looking for you?” Eddie asked, eyes wide.

“Yeah, Dustin found me living in my car and told me,” Steve admitted. “I really don’t what that kid thinks he can do come Monday, but his plans usually have plans, so...”

“So you’ve been driving around town avoiding your dad and what?” Eddie asked, trying not to let his temper flare. Because it wasn’t Steve’s fault. “Taking showers at the rec center?”

Steve nodded. “I’m between jobs at the moment, so I couldn’t just leave town. At least here I know where my dad wouldn’t look. When the local restaurants have their specials so I can eat cheap.”

Eddie blinked. Suddenly he was feeling this deep gratitude for his uncle. Because if it wasn’t for Wayne, he would be right where Steve was now.

“You’re sleeping in my bed,” Eddie said, booking no argument.

“What? Why?” Steve protested.

“Because if you’ve been sleeping in your car,” Eddie said, grabbing a few things from his bedroom, “you haven’t been able to sleep stretched out. Which is why your ribs are in such bad shape. So while you’re here, you’re going to sleep in a bed to support those ribs. Got it?”

Steve nodded.

“I’m going to sleep now,” Eddie said pointedly, looking at Steve still on sofa.

“Huh?” Steve said and then looked around. “Oh. Shit. Sorry.” He stood up and wandered to the bedroom.

Eddie watched to make sure Steve actually laid down. He sighed in relief when the other boy fell asleep in mere moments.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Epilogue

[hanasnx]

babe it's okay bc dick grayson IS over 6 foot and he has a long cock (i saw it!!!!) 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

wishing i was his sunshine gf who he spoils rotten 💔💔💔💔💔 he always makes jokes about how he's almost a glorified sugar daddy, but you always rush to reassure him you don't care about the money (he knows lmao) and im so sorry for this but, dick grayson has a voyeurism kink, a somnophilia kink and an arm kink bc he likes it when you cling to his arm like a koala to a tree.

he always gets home late after patrol, and seeing his pretty girl in any way is what gets him going, so he just couldn't keep his hands off you. you woke to your underwear being on the ground, and with his fingers in you 🤭

he always a spends a fucking FORTUNE on you whenever you go out, but he never lets you see the price tags. like my dude RUSHES to cover them so that you don't worry your pretty little head off <3 he started doing that after you told him "if you keep spending so much on me, dickie, you're gonna be in debt by the time we've been dating for like- a year!" so he's very cautious now. can't have his pretty girl worrying about that of all things! especially when you're as rich as him, i mean, all of things he buys is barely a dent in his bank account..! as long you let him touch your pretty pussy while you sleep, wash his hair (!), and be his sunshine, he'll be fine !!!!

(im literally so obsessed w him 😓)

baaabbbeeeee stopppppp

(me when someone says “arm kink”)

behold. elite arms for your arm kink viewing pleasure courtesy of a one dick grayson

☥ i think i saw somewhere that he was canonically 5’10 and that’s good and all, still very tall like i won’t deny it. i just feel like he has crazy tall energy.. and i’m a fool for “glow ups” and growth spurt trope. like in the first season he was shorter than everyone, and then second season he’s taller than everybody like 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i can’t get enough of it. he’s got like 6’2 energy to me

☥ thank you for telling me about your headcanon kinks for him bcos i’m still trying to delve deep into his psyche over here. still trying to figure him out, my sexy little human rubik’s cube

“he likes it when you cling to his arm” is soooo real. like where other couples would hold hands, you hold his arm. feeling his muscle under your palm 🫠

☥ when he realizes you’re awake, he whispers over the wet sounds of your pussy, “shh, baby, go back to sleep… just couldn’t help myself. be done soon.” he coos, and you’re so groggy you hum in content, adjusting further into his warmth while he’s toying with you.

☥ “cant have his pretty girl worrying” PLEAKBSLWBEME

“as long as you let him touch your pretty pussy” HFSLDHSLKCJS IM SO 🔥🔥🥵‼️

the fact he’s fucking loaded fr. he doesn’t like to flaunt it really.. a silver chain for himself here, an expensive motorcycle there… he’s very cautious with it. never liked the mansion life, too big too lonely. the apartment guy, the city guy,… unless he’s with you. then he feels like he wants to step it up. especially bcos he wants to fuck you that night after your luxurious outing

[michelle-is-writing]

Bathtub, Johnny Knoxville

Word Count: 1.1k~

Over the years, I’ve learned that Jackass comes with a lot of laughs as well as sore muscles and achy bones. Now, I don’t have to experience anything like this, thankfully, as Johnny has essentially banned me from ever doing the crazy stunts with the guys. He’s made it clear to me that he doesn’t want me to get hurt, but that’s coming from the same man who has done the infamous cup test more than once. Even when I somehow manage to get caught in the crossfire of their ridiculous yet hilarious stunts, he’s still very protective and takes care of me.

Of course, I do the same for him when he gets hurt; granted, his injuries are more severe than my occasional small skin grazes. Still, whatever he thinks will make him feel better, I do. Tonight, he suggested maybe a hot bath would help with his tender back. The guys had engaged in a paintball war for one of their stunts in their new movie, and Johnny managed to avoid every paintball in front of him. On the other hand, his back is littered with purple circles with pink and red splotches surrounding those bruises as well as cuts from the harsh impact of the many paintballs. As soon as he showed me his back after finishing the skit, I knew just how bad his back was going to bruise after a while.

With warm water surrounding us, Johnny lies back against me in the tub as he lets relaxation take over him. It’s so calm in here you could almost fall asleep, but it’s never a good idea to do that in the tub. Johnny does that enough behind the wheel, which is something I absolutely hate, but at the same time, it’s also an excuse for me to join him up front and spend time with him.

“Babygirl, thank you for this,” he tells me, releasing a sigh afterward as he nuzzles his head further into my chest, getting his hair wet in the process. He doesn’t care about this, of course, as he’s now comfortable, and with the way he’s closing his eyes, he is definitely going to fall asleep.

“Nuh-uh, Johnny, don’t fall asleep,” I tell him, guiding my hand through his damp raven locks. This action gets his attention, but he doesn’t open his eyes. “You can’t go to sleep in the tub, I won’t be able to get your ass out.”

He laughs at this, his eyes crinkling together before opening them to reveal his beautiful brown eyes to me, shining up at me with nothing but adoration. “I love you so much, honey,” he murmurs, his tone showing how heartfelt he’s being right now. These are the moments I crave, the moments where we’re joking one moment, and the next, we’re declaring our love for each other.

However, just before I get to respond to Johnny's words, a loud bang sounds throughout the bathroom as the door swings open, revealing Johnny’s friends as they laugh crazily. Immediately, I slide down further in the tub with my hands covering my chest as Johnny pushes his back against me with his arms covering my sides. He’s always protective over me, no matter what, even if that means revealing himself entirely at the same time.

“May I ask what the fuck you guys are doing here?!” Johnny exclaims while Bam and Dunn try to catch their breaths.

“Dude, we didn’t think (Y/n) was in here with you,” Bam admits to us, making me roll my eyes. Would it have been so hard for them to check beforehand? Then again, this is Bam and Dunn we’re talking about; they share a single brain cell as it is.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to enjoying a bath with my wife,” Johnny says, his voice being blunt with each word. “So if you could all leave now…”

“Got room for one more?” Pontius’ infamous voice makes its way into the bathroom, making me reach my breaking point. With a groan, I grab the nearest shampoo bottle before throwing it at the boys, hitting Bam in the head before it bounces and hits Dunn. They all laugh at us, shortly leaving afterward while Johnny faces me and shakes his head. Not to mention the loud bang we heard was Dunn kicking the door in, meaning the hinge is now broken. So, as the guys left the doorway after realizing they couldn’t close the door, they all muttered a small “sorry” while failing to fight off their laughter.

“I’m sorry about them,” Johnny murmurs to me, closing his eyes as he shakes his head. I don’t know why he’s apologizing; these are our friends after all, but then again, Johnny is very protective of me. “I don’t know why the hell they’re like that, and I don’t know how the hell they got in, but baby, please-“

Before Johnny can say anymore, I gently grip his chin and tilt his head back to me so I can connect our lips. The action silences Johnny immediately as he kisses me back, ignoring the sounds of his friends still messing with each other in our home. Although, once he parts from me, he looks over at the bathroom door and groans, his previous moment of calmness now replaced by frustration.

“They knocked the damn door off its hinges,” he points the obvious out, making me sigh with him. The door wasn’t even locked since this is mine and Johnny’s house; we’ve never had to lock the doors. Again, because Bam and Dunn share a brain cell, they didn’t think of that beforehand.

“I’ll make them fix it,” I assure Johnny, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “But why don’t we go ahead and get out before they destroy the house? The water is getting kind of cold.”

Johnny lets out a short laugh at my suggestion before ultimately snuggling into me like before. “Just a few more minutes,” he murmurs, his eyes now closed as a tired sigh leaves his nose.

Knowing there’s no winning in this situation, I give in to Johnny and find myself relaxing back against the tub like before when the bathroom door could still close all the way. No wonder Johnny was stressed when he came home. Then again, I would be too if I came home to escape the incessant jokes and pranks at work, only for it to follow me here too.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

i'm outta my head over you Pt. 6

prologue (Pt. 1) | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | AO3 | playlist

ok, i really love this one; i hope you guys do too!

today's @steddie-week prompts are: together and Hold the Line - TOTO

C’mon, Munson, get your shit together. You’re the music guy here!’ He tells himself. Okay yeah, that’s true, but that doesn’t mean he’s great about expressing feelings. ‘ That’s what the music’s for, dumbass. ’

Eddie spends the rest of the night and into the next morning pouring over what other songs he could add to the B side of Steve’s tape (and what songs he’s gonna use for the Party Tape…he’s gotta have a blank tape around here somewhere…).

He has a couple contenders, he just doesn’t quite know how they fit yet. Steve had a reason or an explanation for each song on his side, so Eddie wants to do the same. Only problem is that the songs that already do remind him of Steve, are ones Steve’s already put onto the A side.

Fuck, has he been telling him his feelings all this time? The first half of Steve’s side of the tape were his go-to songs whenever they’ve hung out together, while Eddie was recovering at his house.

He goes to sleep that morning with a handful of possibilities, but nothing concrete, then is awoken just before lunch by his phone ringing. 

“Shit,” Eddie hops up groggy and disoriented with sleep, but scrabbles down the hall to the phone so Wayne doesn’t wake up.

“Munson residence, the fuck d’ya want?”

“Eddie! Ste– Ok, rude.”

“Rob? What’s up, Birdie?” Eddie scrubs his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Steve’s coming back a day early!” Eddie’s hand freezes. “Do you have the tape done??”

“N-no, no I only have three fuckin songs on it! Damn it, I thought you said he was coming back tomorrow!”

“Hence the call telling you he’s coming back early. He’s landing in Indy at noon, will be here by 3, and somehow Dustin’s already found out so now I’m roping you into ferrying Steve’s children to the arcade with us after he’s back.”

“Hey, they’re my children too!” Wait, what? “Wait, I didn’t say that. Why’d I say that? I don’t even want kids.”

“Nope, too bad. You already said it. You and Steve have joint custody of the shitheads.”

“We’re divorced now?”

“You were married in the first place?” Robin snarks back then mumbles, “Didn’t I just have this conversation?”

“What?”

“Nothing. You coming with or what?”

“No, Buck, I gotta finish his tape now!”

“Too bad, you’re coming. And I’m going to tell Henderson you are so he won’t let you back out.”

“Robin don’t you dare-”

What is with her and hanging up on him??

He’d just gotten back to his bedroom door when the phone rings again. Just barely stopping himself from screaming, he goes back to the handset.

“Hello..?”

“Dude. Would it kill you to sound excited?.”

“Henderson, your sarcasm is not appreciated this early in the morning. And why would I be excited about being volun told to pickup you hellions for the arcade?”

“‘Cause you like spending time with your friends, maybe? Now, do you and Max wanna come pick up me and Lucas? Steve will pick up Will and El at theirs, and pick up Robin and Mike on his way.”

“Sounds like you’ve already got everything planned out, Dusty.”

“Your exasperation is not appreciated this late in the morning.”

“...I don’t have to come, you know.”

“But you know you wanna.”

“Do I?”

“Yes. See you at 2:30.”

Just once , Eddie’d like to be the one hanging up on someone else.

Whatever. Looks like he’s got plans this afternoon.

Eddie looks at the clock on the wall above the fridge. Four hours. Now, does he nap, or does he eat and start getting ready?

They’ll probably grab pizza while they’re at the arcade…nap it is.

Eddie wanders back to his room and is out as soon as his head hits his pillow.

—

Miraculously, he wakes up exactly two and half hours later; just enough time for a shower and to get ready before picking up his half the goblins.

He showers, scrunches a majority of the water out of his curls (Steve’d shown him that little trick, would start on about “Eddie, we went over this! You gotta take care of your curls!" and, "They’re so gorgeous and you’re soooo handsome and hot and I totally wanna pull that hair when I fuc—” OKAY maybe that last part was just wishful thinking, but Steve’d definitely have a conniption if he shows up today with flat hair), and gets dressed.

From the extra spluttering their feeble A/C is doing, and the not-at-all refreshing breeze that crawls through his window when opened, Eddie can confirm that it’s definitely too fuckin’ hot out.

He pulls on his most ripped, well loved pair of black jeans, the holes in the knees long since flayed mid-thigh to mid-shin, a sleeveless cropped Metallica shirt, and his vest.

Grabbing up his rings and chain, he leaves a note for Wayne as to where he’s gone, slides his feet into his reeboks, and heads out the door, keys in hand.

He’s just got the back end of his chain hooked around his hip when he makes it to Max’s door.

“Y’ready Red?”

“Just a minute! It’s unlocked!” she calls back through the door (and slightly cracked window over her sink)

“Need any help?” he asks, closing the front door behind him.

“Nope, just gotta get my other shoe on and I’ll be good. Did you bring the van over?”

“I…did not. That’d probably be a good idea, huh?”

Whoops. He spins back around and jogs back across the street to hop in his van. By time he’s parked outside the Mayfield trailer, Max is hopping her wheels over the threshold onto the tiny step outside the door.

“Whatcha want me to do?” He’d learned real quick not to just start doing things for her, no matter how much he assumes they’d help. Max did not like anyone thinking they have to help her with every little thing, so now they all make sure to ask what it is she’d like them to help with before doing it.

“I just need to lock the door and you can help me into the van. You’ll probably have to come back for the chair though.”

“Of course, your highness.” he gives her a low bow while she locks her front door. “Your hand please, m’lady.” 

She rolls her eyes, but takes his hand. 

Max is able to walk across flat areas pretty well and for an OK amount of distance before getting too tired, but the breaks to her leg really did a number on her. 

She’s got steel pins all through her leg, and has just gotten out of her cast so she wants (and needs) to walk more often to get her strength back up, but has her chair to get around much easier.

So until she gets stronger, she needs help going up and down stairs, and will need help getting up into Eddie’s van, but should be okay for a while once at the arcade.

Once she’s settled, Eddie goes back for her chair, loads it into the back of his van, and they’re off to Henderson’s.

He and Lucas are already waiting out front when he pulls up.

“About time.”

“Dustin. It’s literally 2:31. Calm the fuck down.”

“You guys better get all your swearing out before you see Steve again, you know he’ll go all mom on you.” Lucas laughs. “Here, I’ll start. Hey Max, how the fuck are ya?”

They’re all in so Eddie starts off towards the arcade.

“Hey, show some fuckin’ respect for your mother, Sinclair.”

“Shit Eddie, didn’t know you were our goddamn father.”

“Of course he didn’t fuckin know, Steve hasn’t gotten his shit together enough to propose.”

“Damn, alright, calm down”

“Don’t fuckin’ tell me to calm down! I swear, I’ll put my foot straight up your ass.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuckfuckfuck.”

All four bust out laughing at that, not quite able to catch their breath before one of them is saying some random curse. 

They’re all red in the face from laughing so hard by time they pull into the parking lot between Steve’s beemer and Nancy’s station wagon.

Dustin runs in immediately after the van stops, and Eddie slyly leaves his keys with Lucas so he can lock up after helping Max, heading inside himself

Now, up until the exact moment he saw Steve (2 whole seconds ago), Eddie thought he was taking the whole “Steve Harrington has big sappy feelings for you” thing really well. Perfectly, in fact! 

No freak out, no huge feelings of doubt, just full focus on ‘responding’ to him.

But now, seeing him again after finding this out…It’s a wonder he doesn’t collapse. 

This beautiful, perfect, amazing man standing in front of a whole herd of teens (two of whom are at eye level or taller than he is now) with a scolding glare, hands on his hips, and flanked by the two most badass ladies he knows…wants him.

Eddie Munson.

It still doesn’t seem real.

Eddie immediately wants to be simultaneously on the other side of the planet, and wedged so close to him that they’re basically the same person.

“Pizza in an hour and a half!” Steve yells after the herd as they disperse. Even Robin and Nancy head off toward the skee-ball machines.

“You okay big boy? You look like that trip took a lot outta you.” 

‘Wow, nice one. You just got here and you’re asking him why he looks gross? Great job, Doofus.’ Why does his inner voice sound like Robin?

He looks over, and Eddie sees his face light up. “Eddie!” he breathes, pulling him into a tight hug.

Steve lets him go, and reaches up to rake through his travel-mussed hair. “And yeah, it was fine, always nice to see my grandparents.”

“Yeah, Robin mentioned you needing to go over their will or something? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, they’re—“ he cuts himself off with a half-hearted chuckle, “They wanted to meet with my parents and I to let them know that their estate is being split 50/50 between us when they pass. Like, half to me and half to both of them.”

“Damn. It’s nice to know I’m marrying into money.” Eddie jokes, leaning into Steve’s side to whisper: “Max spilled your secret on the way here; I promise to act surprised when you finally get the guts to propose.” he whispers with a wink.

Steve’s face turns bright red, but he smiles all goofy. Fuck, he’s cute.

“Aw shit, I really wanted it to be a surprise.” He says, his voice getting gravelly with how low he’s speaking. 

It most definitely does not make Eddie flush red himself, nor do his jeans start feeling tighter, thank you.

Steve gently pushes Eddie back, his hand lingering on the back of his arm a moment too long before his fingers trail down and off his elbow. He starts again, back at a normal volume. “But yeah, Richard and Denise were not happy; I was surprised, though. I’m really appreciative that my grandparents would do that for me.”

“Okay, so it was good news! Why the…” Eddie gestures to all of him. “…glum.”

“It was just the plane ride man, I flew from Cali to Indy with a screaming baby next to me. It was hell let me tell you.”

“I bet.” Eddie winces.

“Plus, Robin stole my favorite tape while I was gone so I couldn't even listen to it on the way here. And that’s been like, the soundtrack to my life lately. Felt weird coming home and then not having it in my car already.” he shakes his head “I dunno, it's dumb, but they are my favorite songs.”

“I know what you mean,” Eddie nods, his heart in his throat. “Can't you just like, go get it back from her house?”

“She’s ‘gotta find it’.” He sighs, throwing up air quotes around Robin’s flimsy excuse. “Which for her, is code for ‘I lost it.’. It's no big deal though, it’s just music.”

“Nah man, music is important, you can communicate a lot with it.”

Steve just shrugs again, a good ol’ ‘What can ya do?’ , so Eddie pats Steve’s shoulder sympathetically and walks over to the far wall of machines. He leans up against the one that Max is bashing away at and looks around the side, like he’s watching what she’s doing.

“What’re you doing over here? You’re not gonna beat my score, Munson.” she snarks from her perch on one of the arcade’s few padded stools.

“Huh?” He looks at the cabinet. Dig Dug. “Oh. Wouldn’t dream of it, Mad Max, just came over to try and look cool, scope out the scene,” ‘Scope out the scene’?? WHO ARE YOU?? “Don’t mind me.”

She just rolls her eyes, “For some reason, Steve already thinks you’re like the coolest guy in the world. You don’t need to fake it.”

Eddie blinks down at her. “OK, seriously, how do you know so much?”

“I dunno; something about losing one of my senses? Or maybe my brush with death left me wise beyond my years…” she sighs wistfully.

He snorts, “Oh yeah? Then I should be way smarter.”

“Yeah, you should be.” She fights to keep a straight face after that one. Damn that was slick.

“Good one, Red.” he pats her once on the shoulder, then goes back to watching her play. It’s actually pretty impressive being that she’s got brand new coke-bottle glasses she should be wearing.

“I’m not gonna wear ‘em. I look like a doofus when I do.”

“Aw, I thought you just said I was cool!” he pouts.

Her mouth twitches up at that. “No, I said Steve thinks you’re cool. I think you’re a Doofus.”

“Exactly! And if the big man himself thinks I’m cool, then you’d definitely be cool.” He leans in and looks around conspiratorially, “and I have it on good authority that the rest of these goblins think whatever he thinks is cool, is cool too.”

She smiles, and her game bleeps to an end. “Yeah, they all do think he’s like, the greatest ever.”

“And you don’t?”

Her face blushes a soft pink. “Shut up, Munson. How do you know so much?”

He stands up straight and grabs hold of his vest lapels like some stuffy professor. “I’m smart ‘cause I died,” he says in a haughty tone “...or something.”

A couple of unhinged barks of laughter burst out of her. “I’m gonna go with ‘or something’.”

Eddie spends the next hour trying to mess up the other shitheads’ games. 

Smack a wrong button here, a poke under Dustin’s armpit there, general fuckery. 

And every time he and Steve pass one another, there’s some sort of touch. 

He didn’t notice it the first time, thinking Steve really did need to hold onto him while passing behind him. A classic midwestern “Ope, lemme just sneak by ya” just to get close to him.

When he looked back, there was no one at the cabinet behind him.

So Eddie gave it back tenfold the next time he encountered the party’s beloved babysitter.

Walked behind him on his way to where Mike and Lucas were now trying their hand at DigDug, and gently squeezed his hip.

Steve jumped about five feet, but it was worth it when Steve came up to his side later and wrapped his arm around Eddie’s lower back, settling his large palm briefly on the exposed skin of his hip and stomach where it peeked out from under the cropped shirt.

Eddie immediately felt the need to pull his hair up; Fuck is it hot in here?

Bun secured, and Steve gone off to bother Robin and Nancy at the air hockey table, Eddie knew what he was going to do next. 

He left Wheeler and Sinclair to continue to lose to Max, heading toward the water fountain. 

Steve’s standing with his back to Eddie’s path so when he passes, it’s just too easy to reach out, grab a lock of hair, and pull .

He’s rewarded with the sound of a poorly muffled moan (that he’ll be thinking about forever, thanks), and Steve is gifted an unobstructed view of his ass while he bends over to get a drink.

Eddie stands when he hears Steve’s panicked “Robin, can I talk to you a second?”

He comes back to take Robin’s place next to Nancy where they’d been playing two on one with Steve.

After a beat, Nancy says, “I hope you’re ready to have Robin as a permanent third wheel.” She’s still looking forward at the other end of the table.

Hah! That’s hilarious. “Won’t be as bad since you’re the fourth.” Eddie shrugs, then puts his fist out towards her, also looking off to where he can see Steve panicking at Robin.

Nancy’s knuckles knock into his, and he’s never felt closer to anyone in his life.

Only one half of the Harrington-Buckley twins come back, coming up to her girlfriend and linking their fingers behind the folds of Nancy’s skirt.

“Mama Harrington is getting the pizzas now; we’ll go get some tables pushed together, will you herd the cattle?”

“I feel like they’re more like cats. Especially that Max one, she’s got her claws out like, all the time.” Eddie says, half over his shoulder, as he heads off, hunting down the gremlins.

Mike and the elder Sinclair are still nowhere near Max’s high score, Dustin’s getting berated by baby Sinclair over how bad he’s doing at Donkey Kong, Will and El are together at the Polybius cabinet, Max in her chair now at El’s side.

‘ That’s all of them right? ’ Eddie counts them in his head while he looks around. Yep, that’s all of them.

He heads back to the little arcade pizzeria area, freezing in his tracks as he rounds the corner into the open arched doorway.

Every little thing he’s ever noticed about Steve Harrington over the last however many years feels like they’ve just been building to this moment.

Every damn day spent thinking he was the most beautiful person to ever grace the halls of Hawkins High (he is), every story he never believed about how badass he was from the mouth of his oldest adopted kid, every moment he spent shielding each of these people that have become so beloved in Eddie’s life.

Every painful scar, every dreadful day spent healing with Steve at his side, every. Single. Thing. Has built up to this one.

The most mundane of them all. 

The nine most important people in his life, the biggest family he never wanted but now can’t even think about a life without them, sitting around three tiny tables and clamoring over one another for a slice of the pizzas in the middle of them all, being hovered over by Steeeeeve Harrington.

“Careful Mike, don’t put your elbow in Dustin’s face! That thing’s sharp…Max, do you want me to grab you some? What kind do you want? No, Ellie, sweetie, I’ll hand it to her, no powers needed today, okay? Will, which pop do you want, bud, you gotta speak up so Dustin doesn’t drink all the Vernors. Lucas, will you grab some more napkins—no arguments you little shits, everyone needs napkins. Erica, are you good? Okay, good. Ed—where’s Eddie, he needs to eat too…”

Oh.

Oh.

Part 7 here!

yes, i did have the wonder twins playing Polybius.

also, mayfield/munson sibling vibes are so important to meeeeee.

also also, i love max getting adopted by steddie just as much as dustin BUT you cannot tell me she doesn't also have just a lil' crush on steeb.

tagging the lovelies: @hellomynameismoo, @messrs-weasley, and @manda-panda-monium

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Could we get some Abraham Grantchester NSFW alphabet.. not feeling anything particular for that character (?) But like .. I need to know everything? Does that make sense? 🥸

You are gonna kill me with these! Abraham is only in one episode and doesn't feature particularly heavily, so this is gonna be a stretch.

Abraham NSFW Alphabet

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Don't be ridiculous - won't even wait for them to pull their skirt back down - he's off once he's pulled out.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Very proud of his ridiculous quiff.

A sucker for a pretty smile, and a massive pair of tits.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Respectfully, not even King Arthur himself could pull Abraham out of his partner - it's going inside.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Has likely found himself in situations in the past where consent is dubious at best.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Abraham gets around - he knows what he's doing.

F= Favorite position

Doggy or against the wall - whatever scratches the itch quickest, basically.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Is very flirtatious and charming in the lead up, but is all business once he gets down to it.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

If the hair on his head is anything to go by, then he definitely manscapes.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Rough and dirty. He's all about a quick fuck.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He's a traveller, so would rather pick up a random from the nearest pub and get his end away.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Enjoys choking his partners. Has a spit kink, obviously.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Where ever. Will just bend his partner over the nearest surface, or push them up against the nearest wall.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Cleavage. A cheeky smile flashed at him from across the room. Suggestive eye contact.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Clinginess. Asking to see him again.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

If his partner wants to blow him he's game, but he won't return the favour.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Has good stamina, considering the fact he jackhammers.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Abraham only does quickies.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

He doesn't keep the same partner long enough to experiment.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

He's a one and done type of dude. 20 minutes tops.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

He'd have to get to know them for this to apply, he won't do that.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Once he knows it's a sure thing he's all business.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Grunts, grits out a "fuck!" as he cums.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

If his partner's underwear are difficult to move to the side he'll just tear them off completely.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

8 inches. It's a monster. He rarely takes the time to properly prepare his conquests, so their eyes will water upon entry if they aren't sufficiently wet.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

High, but he's not gagging for it, because he's confident he can get it when he wants it.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

There's no way he's spending the night or allowing his partner to - the moment he cums he's gone again.

[bitchinbarzal]

Last Night | Josh Norris

summary; song fic based on morgan wallens ‘last night’

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Last night we let the liquor talk. I can't remember everything we said but we said it all.

You told me that you wish I was somebody you never met but baby, baby somethin's tellin' me this ain't over yet

No way it was our last night.

“Dude what happened last night?” Quinn asks, leaning back on the boat to see Josh clearer.

He chuckled “I don’t even know man. We went to bed and then I met her in the hallway like after midnight and then she came back to my bed”

“Just like we’re back in college!” Will laughs loudly and Josh rolls his eyes.

Nick sips his beer “You two are the most confusing couple ever”

It’s silent for a few moments and Josh takes a long swig from his can before he mumbles “she told me she doesn’t want to do this anymore… she found someone else”

your head lay on his naked chest as it rose and fell with his bated breaths “I sometimes with i hadn’t met you”

josh looks down at you, confused “what?”

“we always do this josh we fuck and then the next week I see you on twitter with some girl down your throat in a club”

“y/n…”

you sat up, sheet covering your exposed chest “this was our last night josh. I mean it”

“Do you believe her?” Quinn questions, a skeptical look on his face.

Josh shakes his head “Nah, this isn’t over yet”

It wasn’t ever over with you two. you’d been hooking up since college and now here you were years later in the same position while spending your summer at the lake house with your friends.

I kiss your lips make you grip the sheets with your fingertips

Last bottle of Jack we split a fifth Just talk about life goin' sip for sip

You, you know you love to fight and I say shit I don't mean

But I'm still gon' wake up wantin' you and me

Coming close to the end of the summer and you still hadn’t given up with Josh yet.

You went at it every single night — fighting and screaming at him before he would take you to bed and you’d be back at square one.

“They’re so fucking loud!”

“What the fighting or the fucking?” Nick laughs.

“Both, they’re insufferable!”

Josh hears as he enters the kitchen and steals a bagel from Quinn “Well boys only three more days before you all get to sleep soundly again”

Will threw a strawberry at Josh and boo’ed him

“The sex I can deal with but the screaming… I hate hearing y/n shouting”

“Maybe if Josh would stop fucking up i wouldn’t be shouting” you mumbled, entering the kitchen and sitting next to Nick.

That rendered everyone silent and Josh have a tight lip smile and a shrug “guess we won’t stop hearing the shouting soon then”

No way it was the last night that we break up

I see your tail lights in the dust You call your momma, I call your bluff

In the middle of the night, pull it right back up

Yeah my, my friends say let her go Your friends say what the hell I wouldn't trade your kind of love for nothin' else

You swore this was it. You were screaming at him, telling him that he was hurting you.

“I can’t do this josh! You- you can’t keep hurting me!” You shouted, throwing whatever you could reach at him while grabbing your bags.

“Where are you going?!”

“I’m leaving Josh, I can’t…”

He watched you walk out the door, watching you all the way out to your car. Your car pulling out of the driveway and skidding off into the night.

“She’s gone?” Quinn asks from the bottom of the staircase, having witnessed what just happened.

Josh shrugs “She’ll be back, she’s not going far”

He called your bluff, sending you a text

the door is unlocked when you come back. drive safe.

And like clockwork, at two in the morning he heard the gravel of the driveway crunch under your tires and then you entered the room minutes later.

Josh didn’t speak, simply pulling back the blankets for you and when you lay down he pulled you into his body.

He could feel your body shuddering as you cried softly

“Josh this has to be the last night”

It would never be the last night. You both knew that deep down.

[georgiapeach30513]

Misguided Ghosts, Part 3

Summary:  You and Jake just couldn’t wait anymore

Pairings:  Jake Jensen X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, somnophilia, sex with a ghost, mentions of fingering, unprotected sex, PIV sex, voyeurism, masturbation (M), creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.8K

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You sit up in bed stretching, feeling more sore today than you were yesterday.  Looking over at the cutest little sleeping bean, Jake Jensen, you watch him peacefully sleep.  Yes, the man was beyond hot, but there was also something so adorable about him.  You could spend hours just counting those sweet freckles that crawl over his nose.  Even the patch of dark hair on his cheeks, where he hadn’t shaved yet.  

You want to tell him exactly how you feel, but not at the cost of losing him forever.  You’d suffer in silence if it meant that Jake was still in your life somehow.  

This room felt off, and it had since Jake had turned the picture of Charles around.  You just got the feeling that Charles did not like that, “We’ll put you somewhere else today handsome.”

Charles rolls his eyes when you look back at Jake.  He did not realize he had to deal with a man child as well.  He was goofy.  He could never be the person you needed him to be.  Plus, he was clueless.  It was quite obvious that you made every effort to touch him, and you couldn’t stop smiling at him, while Jake just looked you up and down the minute you turned around.  

She is mine! He growls at no one in particular.  It was infuriating watching you just stare at him.  Your fingers tickle along his arm.  And roam over to his bare stomach where you play with his thick patch of hair.  Tracing along his abs, hoping to wake him up gently.

Jake woke up when you were touching his arm, but he needed to see where this was going.  Desired to just test out how much you would touch him, and you touching his lower stomach was enough to make him cum right there.  

“Jakey,” you sweetly sing as your hand travels up further.  “Jakey Pooh, it’s time to wake up,” it took every bit of self control in him not to get hard.  Your finger caresses over his face, using it almost like a paintbrush over his features, and your body gets even closer.  

“Jakey,” there was a pout on your face.  You used that pitiful voice that made him want to rush to you.  “Jakey, baby, why aren’t you waking up?”

Baby?

Jake melts.  This was the perfect way to wake up.  In one quick movement he rolls himself over your body.  Gazing down at you as your chest heaves with his closeness.  He should do this more often, you looked beautiful at this angle.  He could feel the heat radiating off of your core, you were burning up.  “Jake, what’re you doing?”

“Just waking up, Giggles.  What are we doing today?”

“We could just hang out in bed.  It feels like I haven't seen you in awhile.”

Absolutely not!  I need you to get tired.  I only got to fuck you one time last night, and your dopey friend was jacking off to you in the middle of the night.  Please don’t make me fuck you with him in the bed again.

“But, I also have a new place to put Charles.”

What??

“Good.  The dude is giving me the creeps.  I feel like he’s watching you,” his eyes cast down your body, looking at your protruding nipples, and he wants to take them in his mouth so bad.  

I am watching her.  She’s going to have my babies.  Princess, do not put me somewhere else.  It won’t stop anything.  I can still have you in any part of this fucking house.  Just…where are you taking me?  Put some clothes on!  He’s staring at your ass again.

Bouncing up to pick Charles’ portrait up, you glance back at Jake who scurries out the bed.  Still in nothing but boxers, grabbing up his glasses.  You get the funny feeling that he is looking at your ass, and you hope that he was.  You were pulling out all the stops for Jake just to make a move.  It was like he just wouldn’t take the bait.  You were giving it until the end of the week, and you were going to do something.  Anything.

You put that back! Charles demands as you walk around the formal living room.  Jake yawns, and stretches, watches even more when you lift the picture up, and that shirt of his becomes too small, showing off your tight little panties that hug every one of your soft curves.

I don’t belong down here.  Wait.  Charles doesn’t mind where you seem to be going.  Placing his picture right behind his chair.  That makes perfect sense.  It’s not a bad idea.  It’ll definitely show your nerd just where he belongs.

“Jake, you mind giving me a hand?” Your voice strains as you try to lift the giant picture.  

Coming up behind you.  He wraps his arms around you, lifting the picture up to place on a mantel behind his chair, “Is this the chair I’m not allowed to sit in?” You push your ass into him, because maybe that’s the only way you’re going to feel him like that.  Jake groans at the feeling, but steps back to admire the easy work.

Of course you can’t sit there!  That’s my chair!  You did good, now leave.

“I never wanna leave this place,” Charles stares mouth agape at Jake.  He did not just say that.  This place didn’t want Jake here.

“You don’t have to,” you whisper.  “There’s plenty of space.  Um, I’m going to make us some breakfast.  Why don’t you clean up in here a bit?  Get acquainted with Charles.  He is the man of the house.”

I am.

You need to get out of there and breathe.  It was bold of you to make such a statement, even if you meant every bit of it.  You’d let Jake stay here forever with you.  He could find work anywhere, so it wasn’t too much of a stress.

“Do you think she likes me?” Jake looks back at Charles while he picks up a few random things in the living room. Grabbing up a feather duster, he starts dusting off the shelves.

No, I don’t. I think she just wants to fuck you.  She loves me.  That’s my princess.

“I’ve had the biggest crush on her forever.  There’s never anything serious with those other girls.  It’s like a date, but they’re not her,” he steps closer to the painting, swearing he saw something.

Ugh, you’re insufferable.  Should have fucked her.  Now all she feels is me.

“You’re not so creepy down here.  Maybe this is your element,” Jake steps a bit closer, dusting the portrait off a bit.  “I just got the feeling you probably heard what we were doing last night.  I couldn’t help it.  She’s having some vivid dreams, clearly, and…”

BOO! Charles makes his face be visible to Jake as he pops his head out of the portrait.  Jake falls onto the floor screeching, scooting back to get away from the ghost.  Ridiculous.  Did you see a ghost?

“Is that what you are?” Oh bother.  He forgot to turn that back off again.  “You have been watching her!  Those are her private moments.  You can’t…have you touched her?  Is that why she’s so horny, and…you bastard!”

Ugh.  Charles walks off, leaving Jake to bumble up at the portrait.  Stupid humans.  They think we’re always going to be there.  Now, where is my Princess?  I need her to be good and sleepy.  Get her away from Jake.

You give a big yawn, struggling just to keep your eyes open.  Hadn’t even made it to lunch, and you needed a nap.  Eyes rolling in the back of your head, and more than once, your jerking had briefly woke you up.  “Why don’t you take a nap?” Jake asks sweetly, rolling a bit of paint up the wall.  “I’ll finish here, and then join you in a bit.”

“You’re sure?” Another yawn.  Your body sways back and forth as you almost fall asleep standing up.

“I’m positive.  Sleep.  Now.  Go!”

Oh she’s going to be going.  And coming. Charles deviously follows you into the room.  Already you were having sinful little thoughts about Jake running through your head.  You needed some relief.  The constant flirting and closeness was making you a wreck.

You lay down tummy first onto the bed.  Good girl.  Now, ass up.  Lifting up your ass, you pull down your leggings leaving you exposed to Charles.  Look at you, swollen and puffy, you are in need of a heavy fucking.  You’re ready for me to fill you with my seed.  

He steps closer, running his hand through your glistening folds, and you let out a wanton moan.  Quiet.  You wouldn’t want Jake to see you fucking air, would you?  Your body pushes back into his fingers, and you whine for more of a stretch.  Eyes completely closed, while you have the best wet dream about you and Jake.

Charles lets his slacks fall to the floor before he shoves himself into your warmth.  You made him feel more alive.  Letting your tight tunnel get adjusted to his width, before he grabs firmly onto your hips.  Driving himself in your wet heat over and over again.  Your voice sings out the mumbled praises as he works your body.  Just like that Princess.  Just like that.

Hearing your sounds, Jake needs to check on you.  Maybe he could possibly offer you some assistance.  But when he opens the door to see you on all fours, and your pussy looking all spread and delectable.  Your body throws itself back over and over again, and you were in a deep dream, causing you to fuck air.  “Jake!  Feels so good!”

“Oh,” Jake palms himself over his pants watching your beautiful body.  “You like that?  What am I doing to you?”

Son of a bitch! Charles growls, fucking into you harder.  He had to get off, and you were just too loud.  Normally he wouldn’t care, they were such sweet sounds.  But you kept saying his name.  He’s typically pissed, but each time you squealed out Jake’s name, your walls clench down tight around his cock, and it felt too good for him to complain.  Yes!  Fuck yes!

Jake pulls his cock out, and strokes it with the speed that you're rocking.  “I will feel you the right way, Giggles.  You clearly want it just as bad.”

No she doesn’t.  I’m fulfilling what she needs.

He’s not sure why he didn’t act sooner, because you were needy.  Your back arching, and you were taking him to the root.  The way that Jake would perfectly fill you up, making you whimper his name at the violent stretch.

“I’m gonna cum.”

No, I am!

“Cum with me, sweetheart.  You feel so amazing,” he grips his cock tighter when he sees your pussy clench down on nothing.  Your moans become more screams as you almost reach your peak.  “Fuuuuck!” Jake spurts his load out into the room, while some drips down to his hand.  He can almost see how sexy you would look as his spunk drips out of you.

You ruin everything.

“Tonight, I’m done waiting.  I think you are, too.”

“Giggles, I think we need to talk,” Jake squeaks as he starts to speak.  His boxers dangerously low when he pulls down the covers.  

“Okay.”

Here we go.  Go on tell her how you’ve let her hump your fucking leg, and how you’ve fingered her in her sleep.  Or better yet, how you were masturbating and staring at her cunt.  Go on.  I’m sure this is going to go well.

“You know I love you,” your head tilts to the side, and you give him a warm smile.  

This isn’t the way I thought this would go.  Why are you lying?

“And I know we’ve been friends for a long time.  And I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but…I’m in love with you.”

“What?” What? You softly whisper, and your smile gets bigger.  “Really?”

“Yes, really.  And…I didn’t just come out here to help you out, and I’m being too formal, but I just — well, this is new, and it’s scary.  And I can,” you press your lips softly against Jake’s, and he pulls you tighter to him.  Those thick arms holding you tight, and you start walking the two of you to the bed, “We don’t…no rush.”

“Jake, we’ve had about five years of foreplay.  I’ve wanted to feel you for a long time, I know you won’t hurt me.  I love you.”

“Well in that case,” he pulls your shirt over your head, and glances down at your naked breasts.  His hands start to knead the pillowy swells, and the both of you pull each other’s underwear down.  

Your hand already going to stroke his giant cock, and Jake places his fingers in your heat.  You were tight.  This was going to be amazing seeing you take him for the first time.  Sitting down on the bed, Jake wraps his arm around your back, and all but throws you higher up the mattress.  Crawling in between your thighs, before settling over you.  

Your hand gently grabs him, and you guide him to your entrance.  Yelping when his blunt tip breaks through.  Jake slowly sinks deeper, until he’s fully sheathed and staring down at you.  “I have been oddly horny lately.  Must be because you're here.”

“Shh, don’t speak.  Don’t — shit, this…this is everything,” Jake was very much aware of how horny you were.  He’s seen it and felt it with his own eyes.

“Jake?”

“No, I’ve wanted this.  Fucked my own hand a few times thinking about this.  Dammit, it’s not creepy, masturbating is normal.”

Not when you’re watching her get fucked by a ghost.

“Me, too.”

He knows.  He heard you earlier screaming his name.  This is lame.  Fuck her!

Jake’s fists go on either side of your head to balance himself, caging you in, and this was everything you had ever dreamed of.  And he slowly pulls himself out, before crashing back in, leaving you a wreck at the funny feeling deep in your stomach.  Turning to the side, you softly kiss up his arm, before looking back at him.  “I know this is the first time, but it won’t be the last.  Please, just fuck me.”

“Right.  Okay.  Got it,” he was hoping to loosen you up, and eventually get you there, but you were wanting it.  He hammers down into you, and you start to see stars.  He was so deep.  You swear you feel him in your throat with every pound into you.  

This isn’t fair!  I have to wait until she’s asleep or half asleep.  Even Charles can’t deny the desperately loving looks the two of you were giving each other.  You even have to take off Jake's glasses as they start to fog up.  You wanted him to see everything.  

Charles glances in the mirror, getting a different angle, when he gets the most devious idea.  He will just have to possess Jake.  Show you exactly the best way to fuck, and then his seed will definitely take.  It may be one third of a ghostling baby, but whatever it took.  I’ll give you this one time.  Next time, we’re both fucking her.

“Jake!” You scream as your body starts to heat up.  You wanted him to fuck you for the rest of your life.  Jake knew what he was doing.  His hips slam into yours, and you cry out his name again.  You thought you were sore this morning, you’re going to be sore for a long time to come, because you were greedy for Jake’s cock.  You didn’t care if it was just falling asleep while you cockwarmed him, you always wanted him in there.  “Jake!”

“I know!  Fuck, you’re so tight.  Got me in a vice grip.”

“Then we rest and do it again,” you plead as your fingers scratch down his back.  “And again, and again.”

“Yes, snacks, then fuck.”

“All night.”

“All night, Giggles.”

And with me.  We’re going to have you swollen with my — our hybrid babies.  You’ll get to gaze into my eyes like his.  Now quit looking at him so lovingly.  It can’t be that good.

But it was.  It was perfect, and all you had ever dreamed up.  Your gut tightens up, and even Jake’s balls start to constrict.  Racing for both of your releases, and even his pelvis stimulates your clit perfectly.  It was a lot.  All of it, and then some.  Perfect, and it was Jake.  

Keeping your eyes locked on each other right as your walls hold him in a vice grip.  Squeezing him so tight, and he spurts deep into your womb.  His warmth is the perfect thing for your abused hole.  You didn’t know that you have been used quite like you have, but this was heaven.  It was perfect, and it was Jake.

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APRIL 25th

Middle school teacher: alright class before we finish the day I want to announce that there will be a school trip this Monday , We will go to a camping trip for 3 days to learn how to bound with nature and how to survive in the wild so go home now and get some rest and we meet on Monday! Bell rings !

Jimmy: f-finely something f-f-f-fun this year !! Clyde: I know right we didn’t do anything exciting this year Token: we should definitely prank the girls it will be so fun Craig: can’t wait for Monday Tweek: me too Craig: will see you on Monday guys bye !!

Craig: can’t wait for Monday Tweek: me too man Craig: I wish we could skip the time to Monday Tweek: no no if wait we get more excited and we would have more time to plan what we can do for pranks and w- wait time ghaaa time what’s the time Craig ?!! Craig: 14:50 Tweek: ghaaaa I’m late again to work my dad is gonna kill me aughhh I have to go !! Craig: a-alright I’ll pick you up at 22:00 to walk you home so we can spend some time together Tweek: alright se yaaaa byeee Craig: bye babe

Craig: I guess I have to walk home alone… again I wish Tweek’s parents didn’t let him work he barely have time for hisself…

APRIL 27th the day of the trip:

Craig: I guess Tweek already slept.. he only knows how to sleep in buses, he’s so cute …

Craig: w-what the fuck is that ! I’ve never seen something like this !! Should I tell the boys.. no no they will think I’m stupid .. Tweek ? No he will freak out!!… the teacher ? No way ..

Craig: w-why no one noticed it ?! What if this is the end of the world or a portal to another world or a- stop overthinking Craig … you didn’t see anything alright ?!

Tweek: Craig is everything alright Craig: yeah I’m f-fine why?? Tweek: nothing you were juts squeezing my hand hard I thought you wanted something… are you nervous about something.. is there’s something you wanna talk about Craig ?! Craig: oh I see… I’m sorry if I bothered you from your sleep hon and I was just nervous because didn’t get the best sleep tonight from excitement !! Tweek: it’s ok you can sleep until we arrive ! Craig: nah no need because we arrive in one minute Tweek: whoa 40 minutes passed

Clyde: I can’t wait to prank the girls I had plans no one ever imagined here Stan: you guys I don’t think it’s a good idea to prank the girls b- Eric: awww someone is scared to get yelled at by the teachers or his girlfriend Kyle: no he’s right… didn’t you remember what happened last time we pranked the girls ?!! Token: yeah,that really sucked Tweek: yeah I don’t even wanna remember how many days I got grounded aghhhh- Jimmy: it sucks that we won’t be p-p-pranking anyone

Tweek: but no one said we will stop the pranks Jimmy… we’re boys we can have more fun together… we didn’t get all the supplies and the cheese sauce sprays for nothing… or the fake spiders we got Eric: who said the spiders I have is fake Craig: eww what the fuck Eric Eric: heheh Jimmy: l-let’s go boys p-pranks night Everyone: wohoooo Eric: looks like tonight is the night that Kyle dies Kyle: shut up

A FEW HOURS LATER

Clyde: guys a-are you sure it’s a great idea to go to the lake that late??? Craig: cmon Clyde don’t be such a cry baby Tweek said there is a lot of interesting shit in there Tweek: Yeahh I remember when I went here with my parents we saw a hunted cabin Clyde: Tweek you’re not scared of hunted stuff???

Tweek: as long as Craig is next to my side I’ll be fine… I mean I can definitely defend myself alone but I just get anxious that’s why I need Craig by my side

Craig: Tweek how many times I told you … you cannot rely on anyone you only need to have some confidence Tweek: a lot of times … Craig: what’s the point if you don’t listen Tweek: I’m trying my best dude Craig: I know…

Craig:now cmon Clyde everyone is waiting you boy Clyde: I- Tweek: cmon before it’s 00:00 Craig: yeah before a ghost comes and haunt you or something

Clyde: ughh- fine fine !!!.. God…

Kenny: Clyde is such a cry baby it’s just a hunted lake nothing will happened… man Craig: I know right ..!! Tweek: yeh Eric: I always told you Clyde is such a lame you never listened Craig: yeah but even if Clyde is like the lamest person ever he’s still my best friend so you better watch it Eric Stan: you guys I’m glad we went here alone without the other boys Craig: I agree with Stan Eric: real imagine if we brought pip here with us it would be so lame Token: lameeee Kyle: or Damian he it will definitely be so not cool Eric: finely Kyle said something I can agree with Craig: seriously though it’s better if it’s just 9 of us I mean we’ve been all that kind of Tweek: 9 of us we were always that friend rivals friend group Craig: yeah Stan: for real that’s why I think we like trust each others… Kenny: except for Eric Jimmy: guys we never talked about how we feel about each other as a friend group b-before this is weird Kyle: I mean we should in some part of life admit our feelings to the people we like Stan: right Eric: what the fuck guys you’re making me feel like this is my last day what the heck Tweek: g-guys ? Kenny: what Tweek: I feel like something is missing Kyle: more like someone Stan: no it’s not another prank you too are pulling … not now !! Kenny: ahh— where’s Clyde ??? Craig: Clyde what do you mean he’s right behind me se-

Craig: C-Clyde???!!!

[my-castles-crumbling]

hi cas! Swiftie anon. So school ended today, and I’m free for like two-ish months. Since you’re a teacher when did your school end? Do you have to do summer school?

the first day of summer starts tomorrow, and I’m nervous. Spending so much time alone with my mom, ugh. She starts her job soon, she hasn’t had one and got hip surgery back in January, but she works at home. Having her be occupied will be nice though. I still remember a few summers ago where she screamed at the top of her lungs at us, for being too loud while she was working. Luckily we won’t have that issue (hopefully)

my friend are inviting me over to their houses all summer so I don’t have to stay at home, so that’s a plus. And I have to go to church in a few days, and ugh, I cringe thinking about it.

so about my brother’s dorm, he’s just going to have his own room, and a communal bathroom, stereotypical college dorm, ig. And like my parents said they had health concerns from my brother sharing a bathroom with two transgender/(+)nonbinary people, but having way more people, idk doesn’t seem logical. My mom said something about hormones and what they’re doing to their bodies, but idk, gives me the ick. Apparently while we were at school, they had a talk. My brother told he that she doesn’t listen, etc. basically that she sucks at parenting, and my mom said she isn’t a nurturing person, which jeez, I couldn’t tell. At home it feels like everyone is holding their breath, that split second of silence before a bomb goes off. I was eavesdropping on my parents (again) and they were talking about how they shouldn’t make it a big deal, and it wouldn’t have been if they hadn’t gone fucking insane over it. They were also talking about how it was an issue how my brother saw a as a girl? Which like, they’re friends, she dresses feminine, she has long hair, she wears makeup and I’m pretty sure she’s on hormones (is that the correct term?). My brother is a respectful person, it’s like the same thing as calling someone a nickname. That why we have to go to church, because to quote my mom, “the indoctrination starts young, (my name) and (my sisters name) could already know about this.” I almost wanted to pop up and shout that I read fanfiction about gay people in imaginary worlds every night before I go to sleep. She’s like scared we’ll become gay or something. She even said so herself, (to my dad) “moving our son out of the room won’t solve anything, he could still go and hang around lgbtsaui (she said a ton of random letters bc “the acronym is too long”) and be exposed to it” yeah bc there’s gay people in real life an they’re apart of society. And yes, my parents care a lot about college, they both grew up poor so it makes sense. And my mom likes saying things, she said yesterday morning that she wanted to split her and my dad’s finances, but that didn’t happen, she has mental issues too. Or runs on her side of the family, my aunt, she committed suicide in the 90s and apparently my mom has suffered from low mood, so thanks a lot to her ig.

as for if my brother likes a, my parents asked right before if they asked if he liked boys “do you like (deadname) like a boyfriend.” He said no, obviously, bc she’s a girl now. My brother hasn’t show interest in anyone as far as I know, we don’t talk about that stuff together, but we play a video game together, and he likes the female characters, but he could like, like their design and sorry and stuff, or like them, or both. But women are usually prettier in video games so straight dudes buy. Can you be straight and date a trans person(I’m uneducated, i apologize)? My dad asked him “would you ever be with someone knowing that they’re actually a boy? I wouldn’t, I feel like people don’t tell others that these days.” My brother said no, obviously he could be telling the truth or lying and there is a “right” answer when my parents ask. So idk if he likes a, as far as I know, he hasn’t been interested in someone like that. Honestly by brother is probably a straight cis dude, if he’s not, he can tell me if he likes. If he doesn’t want to tell me, well there’s clearly a reason for that. He’s my older brother, he’s helped me through a lot, that won’t change.

I am not youngest sibling anon, bc I have never had a crush on anyone. *awkward jazz hands* bc I’m aroace. Probably. Somewhere on the spectrum anyway, I’m too depressed to have a sexuality crisis. So I’m you’re the first person i came out to, so congrats (?). I honestly haven’t told anyone, bc I’m in middle school and everyone is just gonna tell me I’m too young to know and I can’t deal with homophobes and my many mental illnesses. And I’m fine with being a girl (for now, I’m young so who knows?), I have body image issues, but that’s bc I have confidence issues. I hope they’re doing okay cause it looks like they’re going through some shit.

Okay so today at school, like 10 minutes before we were dismissed there was one one over the loudspeaker, saying something and my math teacher smells us to be quiet so we could hear. We didn’t, he told us to be quiet again, and we didn’t again. He whistled and shouted shut up. And I got scared, I flinched, my friends pointed it out, I hid behind one of them. Some people were joking about how red his face was, I was scared, like my life was being threatened. It’s just so embarrassing, idk, I thought I knew how to handle myself, I thought I got over it. One of my friends, held up a wooden block and pretended to throw it at me, before the teacher yelled at us, and I ducked and covered my head. It’s just frustrating, bc I thought maybe I was getting better. I stopped getting hit years ago, I shouldn’t be flinching like that anymore.

I’m just so upset with myself, bc I should be happy, I’m a kid, I have stuff, my life is comfortable, I have friends. Beside my home life, it’s been okay. Why aren’t I happy. Why can’t I be happy. It’s just so frustrating bc everyone around me is happy, carefree almost. And I can’t be like that, I didn’t think you could still be like that, as a teenager. It’s so, maddening, and I…I want to be happy too, I’ve been trying so hard for so long to be happy, and every comment my parents make about having a positive attitude hurts more. Because I am trying, I’ve been trying so hard for so long, and no one can even notice the difference. It’s all just fucking pointless. This is my best, my best sucks and can’t do shit, apparently. I thought I was doing things, it hurts, it hurts so much more than I thought it would. Staying alive, here, I never thought it could hurt so much. And like, sometimes I wonder if there’s a point, I’ll end up alone, everyone keeps moving away, I’m literally a mistake, bc my parents didn’t mean for me to even be here and I don’t want to be.

this was way longer than intended, I’ll drop it here for now, if I don’t send another message, it’s bc i got my phone taken.

have a good day/night!

Hi hon!

Okay, so yes, hormones is the right term, but remember that a trans person doesn't have to be on hormones to be trans or to be considered the gender they identify as.

Also, yes, straight people can date trans people. I think, in some ways, it's affirming for a straight dude to be like "of course I'm straight because I'm dating x. Because she's a girl" It reminds x that she IS a girl.

As far as your happiness- when you say "I have stuff, my life is comfortable" so? You clearly aren't being supported, of COURSE you're sad! And it's okay to be sad! Just remember that this won't last forever. Soon, you'll be the one off to college, and your parents will have less and less control over you.

I'm sending you so much love and support <3