#the monkees smut

[discojupiters]

I tell everyone writing relaxes me yet here I am frantically looking up when marble cake was invented to make sure that I'm being as historically accurate as possible

...In a smut chapter of my monkees fanfic

[onlymingyus]

Do Re Mi (70;teen Collab)

pairing; wen junhui x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni), fluff

warnings; unprotected sex, breeding kink, wife!reader, husband!jun, talk about having a baby, fingering, crying, mild dacryphilia, marking, scratching, cumplay, jun is able to lift the reader, there is a possibility i have missed some warnings

w/c; 4k and some change

70s;teen Collab Masterlist

a/n; hope you enjoy. this is my fic for the 70s:teen collab, please make sure you read all the other amazing fics on the masterlist! thank you to @onlyhuis and @wonwussy for proofreading.

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Jun lets out a tired breath as he uses his heel to push the front door shut before leaning against it. It had been a long day and he had been longing for this moment at least half of the day. After countless hours of answering students’ questions and being at the beck and call of the professor, Jun was relieved to finally be safe in the home he shared with you. 

It didn’t matter to him that it was small or that the sinks leaked. It didn’t matter that the walls were thin and that the windows shook when the train went by. Because you didn’t have to travel for work, not when the apartment was right above the little record store you ran. The most important part was that no matter how many problems this place gave Jun, its biggest selling point was that you lived there with him. 

The sound of The Monkees causes Jun to smile a bit as he pushes off the wooden door stepping into the living room towards the sound. You were different from him and that was what made you so special in Jun’s eyes. Where he tried hard to be responsible, frugal, sensible. It oftentimes made him seem, to those on the outside, boring and reserved. 

You on the other hand were every bit a child of the times, a free spirit. A small breath of a laugh escapes Jun’s lips when he finally finds you in the kitchen. Your bare feet skate across the linoleum, a wooden spoon in your hand as you dance along with the music. The smell of the soup you were working so hard on filled the man’s nose and Jun finds himself falling even more in love with you.

There was no way that anyone could look at you and ever find you boring. To those who didn’t know you and Jun well, you two seemed like an impossible pair, but in truth, you were the reason he felt like he could breathe. You were the reason he knew how to dance. He was the reason you were stable. You were each other's balance. 

“Babe, you know how to make me smile. You know that?” 

Jun’s voice draws you out of your moment, but you don’t seem to mind. Instead, you find yourself unable to hide your enthusiasm. You could tell how tired he was, but the fact that he did this every day and still managed to make you feel like you were on top of the world every day showed how great of a man he was. 

Moving into his arms, you let the hand holding the spoon rest over his shoulder as you grip his loose tie resting under his sweater vest with the other to pull him down to your lips. Jun chuckles against your lips, his own hands finding your hips, fingers pressing into your flesh through your thin dress as he returns your kiss. 

“I missed you. Don’t leave me again. Quit your job, we can live off the land.” 

Laughing again, Jun gives you one last kiss having heard the same words from you every day for the past year. He wished he could tell you yes. As much as he’d love to spend everyday with you on some farm away from the city, he knew he didn’t want his studies to go to waste. 

“So tempting, but I have to take care of my pretty little wife. Start a family with her. You understand don’t you, my little bird?” 

Leaning back you just smile because it was almost the same conversation you shared every day and yet you never grew tired of it. You weren’t sure how you’d ever get tired of hearing Jun call you his wife or hearing how much he wanted to start a family with you. It seemed no matter how tight money was, that was still the most important thing to him in the world. 

“Mm, I do. Tell me about your day. The soup is almost done.” 

Jun lets you slip from his fingers though it feels like the most difficult thing he has done all day. Watching you move back to the stove, he leans against the counter with a small sigh before reaching up to undo his tie completely. His eyes never leave you though they move up and down your body as you still sway to the music. 

“It smells great. It was just another day at the university, honestly. I’m too pooped to pop. I’m sure some food and rest will do me some good.” 

You laugh at Jun’s words, shaking your head as you push the spoon through the mixture in front of you as it bubbles steadily. 

“You work too hard. You are a real catch, Jun. I got lucky, I know I should do more than the record store.” 

Shaking his head, Jun frowns a bit at your words. Pulling the tie from his neck, he wraps it around his hand as he speaks looking down at the red material. 

“Absolutely not. It makes you happy, I like you happy. We do alright. I won’t be an assistant forever. I’ll finish up this degree and I’ll be the professor. I’ll make bread. We’ll be more than comfortable. Don’t you worry about that. Promise?” 

Glancing over your shoulder, you let your eyes fall to Jun’s hands before you find his eyes so you can offer him a smile and a nod. You believed in him more than anyone in the world. 

“Yeah, of course. Go get changed. Not that I don’t like seeing you all decked out, but maybe being comfortable might help you relax.” 

Jun can’t help but grin at your suggestion. He knew you were right. Pushing away from the counter, he nods, stepping in behind you. You are the one smiling when you feel his lips brush against your neck and his fingers against your stomach pulling your ass back against his hips. 

“Mmkay. I’ll be right back. I love you.” 

A smile stays on his lips as he hears you repeat the words back to him even as he trudges toward the bedroom leaving you to do what you were doing. It doesn’t take long before he is back in the kitchen with you. Instead of trousers, a button-up, a sweater vest, and a tie you smile as your husband sets the table wearing loose pants and a sweater you had bought for him. The day’s stress already seemed to melt from him with each passing moment. 

Dinner conversation passes with ease as always. Jun talks about his day but is always more interested in yours. His smile never ceases to make you feel warm and a bit shy at times no matter how long you have been with him. 

“That sounds like a great day, babe. Business is good then.” 

You laugh into a final bite of your food allowing Jun to take your dishes. The man never seemed to allow you to both cook and clean. Biting your lip, you tilt your head watching as he pushes his sleeves up moving towards the sink to go about his task as he still stays attentive to your words. 

“Yeah, it’s bitchin’. I love the store. Just music all day long, Jun. It’s like heaven on earth.” 

Jun grins, his hands covered in soap as he carefully washes the bowls knowing he has broken more than one in the past by accident. 

“Well, you own it. How can it not be heaven?” 

Rolling your eyes, you move from your seat to push in the chairs before making your way over to your husband. Wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, you can almost hear the smile on his breath when you lay your cheek against his back. 

“You are really certified. You know that right? Nobody talks like that. You’re cheesy.” 

Laughing, Jun washes the soap from his hands and dries them before lifting his arms and turning in his embrace to face you. With a smirk on his face, he goes as far as to bite on his bottom lip and shrug his shoulders. 

He was your ground in this chaotic world and right now this was all that mattered. Shaking your head you take a step back towards the living room causing him to laugh as you sway your hips to the music playing low on the record player. It was different from before. This was music for slow dancing, music for lovers. 

“Are you trying to tell me something?” 

Jun smiles brightly when a smile spreads across your pretty face. It didn’t matter how tired he was. Your smile was like a shot of vitamin c injected right into his veins. 

“Maybe. I got good vibes about things lately. I’m thinking you should take me to bed,..” 

His smile only falters for a moment as Jun licks his lips, his brows furrowing at your words. You made it hard for him to keep his cool around you. It didn’t matter if you two had been married for two years or twenty…Jun felt it in his soul you were going to keep him on his toes. 

“You sayin’...” 

It’s when you nod, your footstep still walking the two of you backwards closer to the bedroom that Jun’s breath hitches in his throat. The two of you had talked about starting a family a hundred times but the financial situation was never right. It still wasn’t in Jun’s mind… but you saying what you had, Jun couldn’t think about anything else. 

A gasping laugh finds your lips when Jun moves quickly picking you up in his arms. Your hands on his shoulders, you kick your legs only to stop when you feel his lips press against the rising fabric of your shirt. A short huff of breath escapes him and you find yourself suddenly furrowing your brows. Your fingers running through his hair as he takes the last few steps through the door to your shared bedroom to lay you on the bed. 

Your fingers still threading through your husband’s soft locks, you find your eyes closing to the feeling of his lips finding purchase on your skin as his fingers gently work the button of your jeans loose in the dimly lit room. The only sounds are that of your soft moans, panting breaths, and his strategic kisses that seem to mesh with the music from the living room.

Lifting your hips to the feeling of Jun’s fingers pushing against your hips, you smile finally looking down at him in the low light to find his eyes on you. He had a way about making you feel shy by doing something so simple. Just his eyes on your face as he worked your jeans over your thighs, his breath fanning over your abdomen was enough to cause your cheeks to feel like you were standing too close to an open flame. 

“Jun…” 

Now he was smiling at your tiny whimper of his name. God, you were like a dream. How had he landed you, Jun would never understand, but he counted his blessings each and every day and especially any chance he had the privilege to between your thighs. 

“What is it, little bird? You sound so pretty tonight.” 

A soft happy sigh on your lips causes Jun’s eyes to close momentarily as he drops your jeans onto the floor and his hands slide along your legs towards your hips once again. You were better than music. He knew that you’d argue with him on that. There was little that you enjoyed more than your records, but there was nothing he enjoyed more than the little sounds that slipped out of your lips when he was touching you. 

“I want you to make love to me Jun. Wanna have a baby…” 

The last sentence is spoken much quieter than the first. It’s almost as if you are afraid to say it too loudly. Either out of embarrassment or more that if you say it too loud it might not happen. His hands begin to shake, Jun presses his fingers into the top of your panties as his eyes finally move over your face once again. You watch him take in a steading breath, his eyes somewhat darker even noticeable in the dim light. 

“That’s what you want? Me to make love to you in our bed?” 

Jun watches you nod, your fingers moving to your lip as you smile shyly at his words as if they are dirty. He could talk dirty when he wanted to and he hadn’t even started. Biting at his bottom lip, Jun’s eyes fall on your hips as you rock them back and forth while his hands work your panties downwards. You were still dancing for him, even in the bed. 

“You want me to put a baby in you?” 

Your cheeks burn as you nod quickly, your fingers finding the comforter under your body to hold onto tightly as Jun’s nails scratch along your legs, your panties ending up at your ankles. Your husband grins to himself at how you are acting, how desperate you have become even as he feels his cock pulsing with need in his jeans. 

“Then that’s what I’ll do. I’ll fuck you slow and sweet.” 

Jun’s name is whispered on your lips and he smiles into his words once your bottom half is completely exposed to him. Raising his eyebrows, Jun slides his arm around your waist, lifting you up to sit on the bed so he can shimmy your shirt over your head. You whine, your fingers pulling at his shirt once you are naked in front of him, wanting him to join you. 

“I’m working on it, baby. I said slow and sweet. Did you want something different?” 

Jun watches you smile, your fingers trailing after his own as he finally loses his sweater among the clothes on the floor. 

“Maybe…what if slow and sweet doesn’t win the race, Jun.” 

Laughing, Jun lets your fingers play with the top of his pants before he uses your hands to push them down along with his underwear, making you suck in a breath. It didn’t matter how many times you saw your husband naked it always felt like the first time. His body was perfect. The way his hips led in a perfect v to his cock. 

“I think it does, but I promise you…my pace won’t matter, little bird. What is going to matter is that I’m going to fill you full of me.” 

Jun meant that in every meaning of the phrase. He knew that he was just the right size to fill your pussy completely. He couldn’t wait to feel you around him. He could also already feel his mind going crazy at the idea of his cum inside of you. The idea of it dripping out of you so that he could push it back in, keeping you full of him. 

His hand sliding along your side, Jun rests his knee between your thighs on the bed as he hovers over you. The man’s eyes move over your face before he brings his hand to your face, letting his thumb trace your soft bottom lip lightly. 

Your body vibrates with desire. Your back arches as you feel the heat of his body radiating towards your own wanting more contact with him, and yet Jun takes his time. You watch your husband smile as his thumb strums along your jaw, his fingers sliding along the side of your head when he finally leans down to press his lips to yours in a breathtaking kiss. 

No thoughts, only your mind repeating the same name over and over again as your nails rake along his sides. 

‘Jun, Jun, Jun…’ 

The thoughts are so loud it surprises you that his name doesn’t slip out between moans that Jun claims as his own. Smiling against your lips briefly, Jun’s brows furrow, feeling his abdomen tighten with want when your tongue begs for entrance into his mouth and glides along his own. Between the passion of your kiss and the way you were pressing against his leg now nestled between your thighs, Jun’s brain felt like it was spinning. 

“Fuck–you are so good, baby. I love you so much.” 

You can’t help but whimper to Jun’s words that are spoken against your lips and jaw as his kisses dance along your skin to your neck. You were clinging to your husband, soft whispered begs falling from your lips as his leg slides from your thighs leaving you feeling too empty. 

“Pl–lease…Jun. I need you. I love you. I can’t wait anymore.” 

Jun grins against the column of your neck hearing your words against the shell of his ear. Your breath was hot and your words made his body shiver. You needed him. He needed you. Always and forever. That had been the promise made at an altar in front of family and friends. He had promised to love and take care of you for always and forever… 

“Mm, so beautiful. My pretty wife. You need me?” 

Tears on the rims of your eyes, you nod firmly to Jun’s question knowing he already knew the answer. His fingers brush under your eye, a small cooing sound slipping from his lips as he nods in return. 

Your eyes are so beautiful, he thought causing him to move slower than he would have on a normal night. Jun watches your lips fall open to the feeling of his fingers sliding between your wet folds. He relishes in the soft whimpered moans that meet his ears as he circles his middle finger around your wanting entrance. 

“You are so wet… You want me that bad?” 

The tears that had been on the rim of your eyes now trail along your cheeks as you nod and mutter yes to answer Jun’s question, feeling just his finger to the first knuckle teasing you. No matter how much you moved your hips trying to feel more, it managed to only tease you and praise you for your patience. 

Placing a kiss on your cheek, Jun smiles against your skin as he brushes away your tears with his fingers. He knew you weren’t sad. You just needed him that much and he wouldn’t make you wait any longer. With his breath warm against your jaw, Jun listens to your moans changing pitch when he lines himself up with you and pushes in slowly. His eyes close and goosebumps spread along his skin not only to the feeling of your warm walls clenching every inch of him but also to the way the rest of your body molds to him. 

Your right knee slides to Jun’s hip as your left foot rests over his hip allowing him to thrust into you deep and hard. He was keeping his promise of going slow. You could feel every ridge of his cock as he slid from you only to be swallowed back by you inch by inch. 

“Perfect… you’re perfect, baby. God, you are holding me so tight. Wanna fill you up, little bird.” 

Jun’s lips find yours though he keeps speaking against them between kisses. His words made your head spin with more desire. It was exactly what you wanted. You wanted him to fill you up. That was his promise. 

“Do it, Jun… please? Know what I said, remember? Know what I want, what we want.”  

Moving his head down, Jun can’t help but groan low and deep against the crook of your neck at your words. His pace picks up speed as he feels his climax quickening in his abdomen like a glass about to shatter. 

“I–I… fuck, I know, babe. I know… I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you a baby.” 

Your nails scratch at Jun’s shoulder when his thrusts become more intense. Your eyes closed tightly, you can’t hide the soft happy sound that leaves your lips when Jun says he will give you a baby. You knew he would. You had a good feeling about tonight. 

Hand flat against his shoulder, you arch hard off the bed, feeling your orgasm rip through you like waves against the rocks during a storm. Jun groans your name, sweat rolling from his temples as he feels your walls clench and flutter around him as you cum. 

There was no way he could keep himself from following you as your body seemed to want him to do so. His mouth latching to your soft skin, Jun hisses against your neck as he leaves a small mark that will bloom darker by the morning as he spills into you. 

With each thrust towards your hips, Jun’s groans fill your ears as his cum begins to drip from you only to be pushed back in by the next thrust. Meeting your eyes, Jun sucks on his bottom lip before letting it fall from between his teeth as he mutters your name and his hips come to a stop between your thighs. 

Your fingers slide along his back and down his arms as Jun’s nose nuzzles against your jaw pushing your head back against the pillows. A laugh slips from your lips, and he smiles against your neck between tender kisses. He gently slips his softening length from you and leans back to look between your legs. 

Shaking his head, Jun mutters a curse under his breath at the sight of you, at how perfect you are with his cum slowly dripping from between your folds. The feeling of his fingers sliding over your swollen folds causes you to jump, but the soft sound of his calming voice keeps you grounded as Jun pushes his cum back into you making sure not a drop is wasted. 

“All of it baby… mmm, make my head go crazy looking like this. I could almost go again.” 

Biting on your lips, you stifle a laugh. Your thighs shake as the heel of Jun’s hand rocks over your clit. A sly grin spreads over his face as you try to keep the moan at bay when he knows your body almost as well as you do. 

“But I’ll be good…” 

Kissing your shoulder, Jun lazily pushes his fingers into you as he thinks about what you had said that had led the two of you to bed in the first place. His smile softens as he feels your hand wrap around his wrist and your cheek resting against his forehead. 

“You can’t keep it inside me forever, Jun…”

He disagreed but he was also a smart enough man to know it wouldn’t change the outcome, no matter how much enjoyed the feeling or the sight of it. 

“Mm, I could. You are just so pretty, but you are right. We need to get cleaned up. I can make love to you again tomorrow and the next day… and the next…” 

Your giddy laugh causes Jun to laugh along with you, his fingers slipping from between your legs so he can pull you into his arms. You find yourself smiling against his kiss before melting into it as his hand glides along your back holding you as closely as he can manage. 

“You want a baby that bad, Jun?” 

Smiling against your lips, Jun nods. He listens to your soft whines that he swallows with his kiss as his nails scratch along your hip. He wanted a family with you more than anything. He wanted to make you happier than you were today. Tomorrow he would want to make you happier the next day and the next. He’d never stop, and if he was lucky enough to be a dad he’d work even harder to make you and that baby happy. 

Turning on his back, Jun lets you rest your chin on his chest as he looks up at the ceiling. His fingers trailing along your back as the record player plays the last song. You can’t help but run your fingers over your lower stomach as you feel your heart tighten at the sight of your husband happy and content. You really did have a good feeling about today. 

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[beedlemania]

Do you have any Monkees fic recommendations, I read all kinds of fanfics

Oh gosh! This is difficult because I love so many but I’ll try to pick out only a few! Also all the fics I read are very Davy based so my apologies in advance for that

Jork:

This one I read last night and instantly fell in love with. I love the characterisation and the tempo of it is amazing!! Five times Peter says I love you and one time Davy does

Jolenz:

This one is smut and I think it’s very hot. Micky has a possessive streak and Davy’s all needy.

Jonesmith:

This one is just so hot omg. Trans(male) Mike and smut, what more could you ask for??

This one is a long one with plenty of angst. It also has a suicide attempt and attempted sexual assault so read at your own risk. Davy gets a job on a film set and there’s some miscommunications. Happy ending!

This one is Davy jumping into the shower with Mike. It’s so adorable and sweet!!

No ship:

This one is Davy and Mike and it’s the cutest thing ever I swear. Davy’s sick and calls Mike mumma

This one is a birthday fic with angst because of a miscommunication (Davy doesn’t know its Mikes birthday and the guys don’t know it’s Davy’s). I’ve reread it lots because I love it so much!

This one is so bittersweet. It’s about the Monkees looking after kittens and it gets sad near the end when Davy reminisces about his mother and how he misses her but up until that its adorable!

This one is a fake Monkees episode about Davy being too short. Lots of humour and very cute

This one is a modern au about Peter being a YouTuber. Micky and Davy obviously mess with him

This one is short and sweet about Mike showing Davy how to make long distance calls home!

Other:

This one is Babyface and Ludlow slash and I love love love it!!!

I could go on for days and days because I’ve read nearly every Davy-centred fic on ao3. There’s more that’re not on ao3 that I’ll try dig up at some point but these are my picks for now!

[roosterforme]

roosterforme's fic challenge #love is in the air tgm

Let's celebrate Valentine's Day the Top Gun way! Choose a love song, any love song that you want, and write a fic about one or more of our favorite Top Gun characters!

Rules:

Please use the #love is in the air tgm hashtag!!!

Once you have your song selected (first come, first served, no duplicates), please send me an ask letting me know which song and character(s) you want to write about. If your song is not listed below, just let me know what you want with your ask and I’ll add it (within reason, of course). If your song has been claimed already, I'll let you know so you can choose another one

You can use the song in the fic however you would like. Use it as the title, use some lyrics, have the song playing in the background, anything you want!

Minimum word count: 1k

There is no real time limit, but please try to post around Valentine's Day, or during the month of February.

Please make sure you tag me (or send me a message) when you post your story so I don’t miss it. I can’t wait to read and reblog!

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If you’re under 18, do not submit or read smut

Songs are listed after the cut:

If you don't see a song you like, send me an ask and I will add it for you!

Current Playlist:

1 @familyvideostevie Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye (Bradley)

2 @semperhuggs Perfect by Ed Sheeran (Jake)

3 @bradshawsbitch You're My Best Friend by Queen (Bob)

4 @gretagerwigsmuse Everlasting Love by Love Affair (Bradley)

5 @bradshawsbaby My Girl by The Temptations (Hannix)

6 @wkndwlff Slow Dancing by Aly & AJ (Jake)

7 @beyondthesefourwalls Wildflowers & Wine by Marcus King (Bradley)

8 @roosterforme Hello, I Love You by The Doors (Bradley)

9 @hangmanbrainrot At Last by Etta James (Jake)

10 @cherrycola27 Desire by U2 (Bradley)

11 @theharddeck Yours by Russell Dickerson (Jake)

12 @bradshawsbaby Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli (Bradley)

13 @wildbornsiren Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis (Bob)

14 @thedroneranger Talk You Out of It by Florida Georgia Line (Jake)

15 @whisperofsong Late Night Talking by Harry Styles (Jake)

16 @mothdruid Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars (Javy)

17 @sometimesanalice Like I Can by Sam Smith (Bradley)

18 @little-wiseone Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding (Jake)

19 @bolaurel You Can't Hurry Love by The Supremes (Bradley)

20 @high-bi-imgonnacry Next Thing You Know by Jordan Davis (Jake)

21 @thedroneranger Kind of Love We Make by Luke Combs (Bradley)

22 @cherrycola27 Burning Up by the Jonas Brothers (Jake)

23 @laracrofted Delicate by Taylor Swift (Bob)

24 @beyondthesefourwalls The Good I’ll Do by Zach Bryan (Jake)

25 @cherrycola27 Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez (Bradley)

26 @blackwidownat2814 All of Me by John Legend (Jake)

27 @godsfavoritebabe Endless Love by Luther Vandross (Bradley)

28 @cassiemitchell Friends Don’t by Maddie and Tae (Jake)

29 @sylviebell Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift (Rooster x Phoenix)

30 @madsnowstorm Beyond by Leon Bridges ft Luke Combs (Jake)

31 @jynxmirage If I Ain't Got You by Alicia Keys (Bradley)

32 @bussyslayer333 Lovefool by The Cardigans (Bob)

33 @desert-fern La Dah Dee by Cody Simpson (Jake)

34 @cassiemitchell Worldwide by Big Time Rush (Bradley)

35 @jynxmirage Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton (Jake)

36 @desert-fern Dandelions by Ruth B (Natasha)

37 @avaleineandafryingpan Like My Father by Jax (Bob)

38 @roosters-girl Just What I Needed by The Cars (Bradley)

39 @hangmanstigerlily Can't Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon (Jake)

40 @call-sign-shark Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer (Mav)

41 @myfaveficrecs I'll Make Love to You by Boyz II Men (Bradley)

42 @roosterforme The Kind of Girl I Could Love by The Monkees (Bob)

43 @rae-gar-targaryen This Old Heart of Mine by the Isley Brothers (Mickey)

44 @shrimping-for-all Letters by Why Don’t We (Bradley)

45 @bradshawsbitch Secret Love Song by Little Mix (Natasha)

46 @floyd-luvr About You by The 1975 (Bob)

47 @floyd-luvr Ain't No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell (Bradley)

48 @semperhuggs Need You Tonight by INXS (IceMav)

49 @nocapesdahling You Send Me by Sam Cooke (Jake)

50 @nocapesdahling By Your Side by Sade (Bradley)

51 @ssprayberrythings Black and White by Niall Horan (Jake)

52 @daughterofautumn All You Need Is Love by The Beatles (Mickey)

53 @daughterofautumn Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA (Bob)

54 @callsignseagull I love you by JP Saxe (Jake)

55 @gennyanydots Untouched by The Veronicas (Bradley)

56 @gennyanydots Here In Your Arms by Hellogoodbye (Bob)

57 @thebirdandthebee Congratulations by Mac Miller (Bradley)

58 @endofdays56 Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx (Bob)

59 @notroosterbradshaw These Arms of Mine by Otis Redding (Bradley)

60 @avengers-fixation I Don't Wanna Set the World On Fire by VoicePlay (Jake)

61 @amysteryspot I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston (Bradley)

62 @beyondthesefourwalls I Don't Love You Like I Used To by John Legend (Javy)

63 @valhallaas Love Me Tender by Elvis (Jake)

64 @daughterofautumn Your Body Is a Wonderland by John Mayer (Mickey)

65 @hangmans-wingman I Don't Want to Miss a Thing by Aerosmith (Jake)

66 @tongue-like-a-razor Truly Madly Deeply by Savage Garden (Bradley)

67 @tongue-like-a-razor I Wish It Would Rain Down by Phil Collins (Jake)

68 @hurricanerex666 Kiss Goodnight by I Don't Know How But They Found Me (Bradley)

69 @roosterbruiser Fruits of My Labor by Lucinda Williams (Jake)

Songs You May Want To Use:

At Last by Etta James

Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer

Desire by U2

Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye

Just What I Needed by The Cars

You Can't Hurry Love by The Supremes

Late Night Talking by Harry Styles

I'll Make Love To You Boyz II Men

Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis

Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli

Beautiful Stranger by Madonna

Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding

Lovefool by The Cardigans

Best I Ever Had by Drake 

Perfect by Ed Sheeran

Love Story by Taylor Swift

All You Need Is Love by The Beatles

Need You Tonight by INXS

I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston

All Of Me by John Legend

Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars

My Girl by The Temptations

[multifandomrandomgirl]

Requests are open!

I'm on summer break now and have more time to write.

I don't write smut because I physically can't 😅

Who I write for:

CSNY

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[kyriemrmister]

well

i've finally finished reading the crossover monkees RPF fanfiction (aka Time Prison Fic) that i liked that davy design from and um

how can a fanfiction be so unapologetically LGBT-friendly and anti-TERF and also hate women and sapphics so much?

it's also painfully obvious how much of a self-insert the fic's version of mike is (and tbh it also stinks of naruto harem fic except it's mike nesmith from the monkees instead of naruto and he's transmasc and there's more then women in the harem)

the earlier parts before mike came in were more tolerable (elaine kido is both a girlboss AND a girlfail. what a queen. i love her) but wow the monkees popping up and taking over the story ruined it.

mike literally has none of the babygirl and pathetic meow meow qualities he actually had (according to the monkees fandom on here) and is literally every poorly written alpha male OP self-insert harem smut fic lead on ffnet except he's trans, and surprise! he doesn't just like women! (props to that bit! but it's just an excuse for male and nb characters that half of the writing duo has the hots for to also get into mike's pants and be his cheerleader and do nothing otherwise like the women also do in this fic and almost any other harem fanfiction from ffnet)

there's also other Questionable Things, socks and his flanderization from genuinely good and interesting lead to 'heehoo funny meme guy', for one (i could write an entire dissertion on what the story lovingly calls the 'TFSP' oh man)

and whatever tf they did with micky dolenz (once she comes out as a woman in the fic she just becomes another cheerleader and porking object for mike and they disregard previous characterization for that. did i mention how much that half of the writing duo hates women and sapphics? because wow he sure does)

and tbh this fic also does davy dirty (he's just there for fetishization of fat people because the half of the duo who writes him has a weight gain and feederism kink and it's painfully obvious but he doesn't want to push it on mike because he doesn't want him being 'weak and helpless' or something)

peter is also done pretty dirty too tbh (literally he's just boiled down to 'hippie pacifist plantboy who puts up protective barriers and heals people', which is not a bad concept in itself, but it's executed so SO badly. like you gotta make socialist and bisexual autistic icon and avid woman respecter peter tork into a soft 'don't hurt me or i'll cry' boy to further elevate mike?)

and when a new character appears or an old character from earlier in the fic, 9/10 they're just there to be mike's cheerleader/pork mike/for mike to beat up

there's some genuinely good humor in this fic (the puns and wordplay are top notch in this fic, and they know the right time and place to slip in a meme or reference)

but wow. WOW. does the male half of the writer duo ever hate women and sapphics.

i'm currently reading the reboot of the story and tbh it also stinks of some of the same problems (mike somehow has the ability to turn straight men gay for him, which is funny, but also the ability also makes sapphics fall in love with him, a man, who isn't even close to being butch, fall in love with him too, which is kinda gross lol)

the only fun parts of the reboot of the story so far is the reimagining of the seiya and ikki rivalry as more of a bugs bunny and daffy duck situation (a very galaxy-brained but clearly not canon-compliant take on their rivalry. doesn't stop from making me love it though), women having more agency (when mike's not around lol), and the use of pizza tower as a new addition because peppino's pretty bang on characterization-wise so far and he's been frequently enjoyable as a character for the Most Part, as there's the One Misstep for the Crossover Mother of his OC Child because the whole 'don't age up children and ship them' discourse which taints the fic's version of peppino Slightly.

it's obvious the writers care a lot about representation but hm. there's a lot of woman and sapphic hate permanating this fic saga and its reboot (the reboot significantly less so but it still Stinks of it Slightly) and i think that's what ruins it.

[littlewalken]

sep 16

Started in earnest to rewrite the Smallville smut, at least in an easier to read points made more clear draft. Luthors weren't quitters, Lex wanted to finish with the heads before they got to the tails.

Also playing with an idea of The Traveler is going to be publicly exposed one way or another so both Veritas and the Kents work to control the narrative. It's not that we have an issue with what you were doing, it's that it's with Lex and we just can't trust the Luthors. But it's not beyond the write out bits and pieces to save for later stage.

Felt bottom furniture scoots for floors are not the same as plastic bottom scoots for carpets and the person who ruined my carpet scoots is just making excuses saying 'that's all they had' and almost turning it around on me. I know exactly where the Life Ruiner got all of it from. And the LR would have turned it around on me, made it my fault, and... The bitch ain't here.

Perhaps I feel the way I do about some people because enough of my life was taken up by someone who behaved the same way and I no longer have to make time for that shit.

Looking up pictures of Tom Welling in a cowboy hat and watching kittens toot is more important to me now.

Or like putting together a fake album of songs Larry Saltis of the New Monkees/Colorvine is not allowed to sing in public unless the venue has flood insurance and trying to figure out how to explain to his aunt Margie that even if the band had more than 11 songs they'd always have to do The Way She Moves because Marty has a boner for it.

Do with that what you will.

Cutie Patooties become silver foxes so easily.

Just one empty book shelf and the bed to move out of the way then the dollhouse can find its corner and everything else will fall in to place.

Plans to go out and get carpet scoots, and look for a different arrangement than the dresser for my t shirts so then I light not even need carpet scoots but it won't hurt to have them, and/or looking at paint to repaint the dresser because it has some nice display space on the top for my big headed dolls named Robert.

When I get out the casting stuff, I do need to pull some positives, I should make a mold of the particular Umbrella Academy Klaus I have. The sculpt looks like him, and now that I have a polymer clay oven again that has opened back up to me.

Always try to use a dedicated craft oven for toxic plastic clay and don't bake styrofoam ever.

[dirtykpopsnaps]

Davy Jones Smut

A/N: This was written over a year ago and is super short and shitty😬😬

Words: 1.4k

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The sun shines brightly through the window and I mutter to myself, walking over and closing the blinds. I know the other boys are away for the weekend, so I don’t need to worry about them coming home at any point. As soon as I close the blinds, I look in the mirror again. I fix my outfit a little, glancing over at the sleeping form on the bed.

On the bed, tied firmly and get still very much asleep, is Davy Jones. I smile softly to myself at how angelic he looks right now and I try to treasure it, because I know he’ll get pissed as soon as he wakes up. See, I’ve been close friends with the Monkees for a while now. I guess growing up with Mike will do that. The whole time that I’ve known them, Davy and I have always had this...flirting going on. He’s very flirty and *very* friendly all the time. The thing is...he’s always in charge. Being as small as he is, he prefers being in charge because it’s something he can control.

At the moment, though...I currently have him tied to the bed. Why, you might ask? Because I’m so tired of him being flirty and yet still brushing me off. So, when I realized that Davy would be home alone working on music while the other boys went on a small vacation, I immediately jumped at the chance. I mean...when am I ever going to get a chance like this again? Never, that’s when.

Finally, I hear Davy start to stir and I squeal internally. He groans softly, trying to move his hands to rub at his eyes. However, since his hands are tied, he can’t move them. “What the...what the fuck??” He mutters in confusion. His accent is thick and groggy as he slowly wakes up. He notices me at the end of the bed and huffs. “Y/N. What the fuck??” He said exclaims, tugging at his hands again. I shrug lightly, brushing him off.

“You can tug as much as you like. They won’t budge,” I hum happily. He groans in annoyance, glaring at me.

“Would you mind telling me why I’m tied to the fucking bed, darling?” He questions.

Slowly, I move towards the bed and straddle his waist. He blinks at me in shock and licks his lips. “Y/N, I...I still have no idea w-why I’m tied up,” he stammers. I catch his chin my hand and stare at him.

“You’re tied up because I’m tired of your flirting and playing with me,” I say darkly.

“I...I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, playing dumb.

“Oh, sweet, little Davy. Such a fucking flirt and he doesn’t even know it,” I hum lightly.

He gulps again, staring down at me on his waist.

“W-What are you gonna do?” He asks, his voice shaking a little.

I press a finger to my chin, pretending to think. “Well...I think I might tease you like you’re always teasing me. Shirtless. Winking at me. All your flirty little phrases, like my personal favorite ‘if you wanted to see me in just a towel, all you had to do was ask’.” He laughs a little awkwardly, squirming on the bed again.

“I...I hardly think that’s fair...”

“Oh, it’s very fair, Davy. You’ve been flirting with me for *years*. Do you know how many times I’ve imagined just taking you on any surface in this fucking house? Teasing you until you’re in tears? Listening to you beg for me to do anything,” I say sensually, tracing my finger up and down his bare chest.

“You...You have?” He stammers. I nod my head lightly.

“I have. And now I have little Davy Jones underneath me. And, for always wanting to be in control, he’s being so good for me,” I smirk. He glares at me, tugging at the restraints again.

“I’m only being ‘good’ because I don’t have much of a fucking choice, now do I?”

“You’re right, you don’t. But, you have a choice now. If you want me to stop, just say so. If not, buckle up, baby boy,” I smirk.

“I’m *not* a baby boy. But, let’s see what you can do,” he smirks back, adjusting his body underneath me.

Slowly, I crawl off his waist and stand on the floor. “I’m gonna start taking your clothes off,” I hum lightly, unbuttoning his shirt. As I work, Davy just smirks up at me, doing his best to get each article off. Soon enough, we’re down to just his boxers. I hesitate a little bit, taking a deep breath. I’ve been imagining this moment for years. “Something wrong, love? Are you losing your dominance already?” He chuckles. I shoot a glare at him in annoyance.

“You’re a mouthy little shit, aren’t ya?” I question, slowly taking his boxers down.

“I can be. Depends on the situation.”

Finally, I pull his boxers all the way down and his cock springs out. Though he’s a little on the shorter side, he’s rather thick and all I can think about is taking him into my mouth. I lick my lips and he laughs lightly. “Love, if you want me to last, I suggest you don’t try sucking me off.”

I hum in discontentment and begin taking my lingerie off. “You look very nice, by the way. Wish I could take it off and play with you myself, but...I’m a little tied up,” he breaks into a smile.

“David Jones, did you just...ugh...” I groan, facepalming. He laughs lightly, causing his body to shake a little on the bed.

Rolling my eyes, I shuck off the rest of my “clothes” and drop them on the floor. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. An angel. How come I never thought of this before?”

“Because you’re a clueless dork who apparently enjoys teasing me more than me fucking you.”

“Now just hold on a second, that’s not true! I—ohhh,” he moans as I slowly slide down on him.

“You what, Davy?” I smirk, slowly taking him to the hilt.

“I-I...fucking hell, I just like, ahh shit, I just like s-seeing you get all flustered,” he stammers, scrunching his face in pleasure.

“Is that so? Why don’t you tell me why?” I hum in amusement.

“Y-Y/N. D-Don’t do this to me. You’re—You’re being m-mean, h-holy fuck,” he moans, throwing his head back against the pillows.

I bounce on his cock, smirking to myself. “I’m waiting, Davy,” I say in a sing-song voice, trying my best to hold back my moans and keep my voice steady. He scrunches his face in pleasure again.

“I-I j-just like it because, oh God, you get so fucking cute. You’re all embarrassed and, Jesus Christ, it’s j-just really cute,” he tries to get out.

Leaning forward, I twist my fingers into his hair. I can’t hold back my moans anymore. “Oh, f-fuck, Davy!” I moan, pulling lightly his hair.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans, trying to thrust up into me. I bounce even faster on his dick and he groans loudly, pulling at the restraints. As I inch closer to my high, I unconsciously clench around his cock. “Y/N, shit! If you keep doing that, I won’t last!” He nearly screams, tugging frantically at the ropes.

I reach down and begin rubbing circles on my clit. “D-Davy, it feels so good,” I moan. He swallows thickly, huffing as he tries to thrust up again.

“Shit, fuck, you’re clenching. I-I’m gonna come!” he screams. I suddenly feel the warmth inside my core and he shoots ropes of his cum into me. As soon as he finishes, he gives me a worried look.

“Don’t worry, Davy, I’m on the pill,” I reassure him. He sighs in relief and I slowly slide off of him, his cum dripping out of me.

Watching me, he chuckles awkwardly. “Sorry for the mess, darling.” I shrug lightly and lean against the bed.

“It’s alright, no problem,” I smirk, tightening my grip around his cock. He flinches lightly, trying to squirm away from my grasp.

“F-Fuck, Y/N! S-Sensitive!” He squeals.

“I know, Davy! That’s what makes it so fun!” I giggle. He groans loudly, squirming away as much as he can. Finally, I take pity on him and stop overstimulating him.

He takes in deep breaths, trying to steady his breathing. “You just wait until I’m out of these ropes. I will destroy you until you’re begging me to stop, and then I’ll laugh and say ‘but, I thought you wanted me to fuck you’. I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk and the only thing you can think is ‘Davy’,” he growls at me. I smirk at him, undoing the binds.

“Sounds fine to me,” I chuckle darkly.

As soon as the binds are undone and he can move again, he pins me against the bed. “Then I think we’re gonna have a long few days. Just don’t let the boys know,” he winks.

[discojupiters]

why iS IT SO HARD TO FINISH THIS TORKSMITH SMUT GOD FUCKING DAMMIT

[losers-yurio]

THE HOLY TRINITY

Someone take snap away from me💗

[idasessions]

Greetings once again classic rock fandom! Are you a fan of band fanfiction, but not really into slash? Do you also happen to be a fan of the Byrds? Then this post might be relevant to your interests! If you’re already part of the small group of readers aware of my Monkee girl fics from the past two years, you’ll know my thing is taking obscure women from classic rock history and basically turning them into leads for some (mostly realistic) historical fanfic. And this time I outdid myself yet again by branching out and writing a 100 page multi-chap fic on Chris Hillman and his elusive former wife, Anya Butler. It’s been fun writing these two, so I thought I would pass it along to anyone else who might be interested in this sort of thing and looking for something new/different to read. 

Also, to any Who fans wondering why I used the band’s tag for this, I actually just posted my first Pete/Anya one-shot early today too. (Yeah, this is the same woman Pete credits for sexually liberating him, lol.) Well, that’s all for now. TYFYT 📝✨🎶

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[60schickgroovy]

Reunited

(Peter)

I had been out of the country on family business for about 4 ½ months and I had missed Peter every moment I was away.  It had never been so hard to simply not be near someone.  I arrived at LAX and drove straight to where the boys were doing a concert for their new movie, Head.  I made my way inside, sat in a vacant seat in the back and cheered with the crowd.  I could see four tiny people on the stage.  I spotted yet another vacant seat a bit closer to the stage, I looked around and snuck over.  I bobbed and weaved until I had, actually, an okay view of them.  Micky was beating away at his drums, Davy was mechanically shaking the maracas while he made eyes at the girls, Mike was poker faced as he sang and then I turned to Peter…

My heart fluttered, all the pain of missing him washed over me and I probably looked just like the crazy fangirls.  Seeing him up there content, happy, in his element, and so, so handsome. It was like a magnet, I just wanted to throw my arms around him and kiss him, show him how much I’d missed him. His long hair was so sexy, he had a new cut and it was every bit as hot as the last, he was wearing the white sweater I got him in Ireland and it looked even better on him than I had imagined. The energy, the magic and the music were all so contagious, he looked so into it and he was always the happy one on stage, I knew him so well and he was always happiest when he was playing music.

They finished the song and there was a deafening round of applause, the boys waved and hopped around before running off-stage.  I snuck out before them so as not to be trampled.  I found my way around and the bouncer let me backstage. I walked down hallways, following his directions and finally found myself in front of Peter’s dressing room. I knocked softly and heard movement behind the door. It opened a bit before flying open the rest of the way. “y/n?”  His mouth fell open in a shocked smile.  I tried to say something witty, but he looked so handsome standing there, I smelled his familiar cologne and I craved the feeling of his arms around me and his lips glued to mine, I was home.  “God, why are you so hot?”  I ran forward leaping into his arms.  He was ready, he caught me and held me close as he threw the door shut. He pushed me back against it, pinning me there with his leg between mine.  It was one of the sweetest kisses of my life, we couldn’t get close enough to each other; my fingers combed through his silky hair when they weren’t digging into his back or holding his face or running over his chest.  As he kissed down my neck he whispered in the deep voice that drove me crazy.  “I missed you, every second…”  He came back up to look at me, he was leaning against the door and he moved his hand to gently brush my bangs from my face.  “Oh, Peter, I couldn’t stand being away from you.”  I said as I looked into his hazel eyes.  My neck was too tempting and he moved back down as I continued. “I missed you so much it hurt.” I kissed his hair and breathed in the familiar smell of his shampoo.  “Four months felt like for…”  He added extra punctuation to my sentences by kissing through my words.  I gave up after that and pulled him closer, he lifted me up wrapping my legs around him. I let his tongue explore my mouth freely as my mind spun, I could hardly believe I was here, back in his arms.  He brought me over to a table in the dressing room and his hands slid under my shirt as we walked.  My skirt stopped him from standing between my legs when he sat me on the table, so I unzipped it and cast it aside.  I moan as he filled my every sense and emotion.  I only let go of him to let him lift my shirt off.  I pull his sweater over his head leaving only his beads to cover his chest.  I ran my fingers over his shoulders, chest and abs, relishing every second, then my hands found his belt, I tugged at it, forcing him to fall forward a bit, weight on his hands on the table.  My bra had been disposed of and his lips and tongue were wandering freely over my chest. I slid his belt out of its loops, smiling as I thought of how cute it was that he always wore it sideways.  He moved from where he was between my legs so he could slide my underwear off.  He then wasted no time in pulling his own pants off and, taking me in his arms, made me gasp as he pushed me further backwards.  Soon we were both naked, on the table in his dressing room and blissfully lost to the world.  I looked up and gently touched his face as his long hair hung down around mine and I thought how safe and loved I felt, how lucky I was.  He kissed me as he pushed into me and I moaned into his mouth, his head fell on my shoulder and I dug my fingers into his back.  “Ugh, faster, Peter.  Please.”  I whined. He complied and I closed my eyes, the feeling of him inside me was beyond words.  Suddenly, he pushed deeper than he ever had before and my eyes rolled back as he growled my name into my ear.  I wanted to say something but I simply couldn’t, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak, the familiar had become new and exhilarating.  I gasped and panted, moans falling from my slackened mouth. We climaxed and I yelled his name far louder than I meant to.  He collapsed next to me and we laid there for a bit panting and trying to find words. Then suddenly we made eye contact and we burst out in a fit of laughter.  We laughed at ourselves, at each other, at how we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, at the mess we’d made, at the fact that we were lying naked on a table in a dressing room...  When I finally caught my breath I whispered, “I love you.” I turned to lean over him, pushing some hair from his face.  “I love you so much, y/n.”  He said stroking my arm.  He leaned up to kiss me tenderly, slowly and softly.  

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and we both jumped a mile in the air. “Hey, Pete.  It’s us.”  I heard Mike’s southern drawl.  “Just a second guys, I’m naked!”  He yelled as he jumped off the table, scooping me up and bringing me over to his dressing partition.  “Cool it, man, it’s just us.  Who cares?” Said Micky.  “Yea, man, it’s nothing we haven’t seen before, jeez.” Davy said, sounding confused.  The boys had shared dressing rooms hundreds of times, what was different now?  I tried to stifle my laughter as Peter cleaned up the table.  “Got something to hide in there, Tork?”  Micky joked.  He scrambled to grab my clothes while pulling up his pants. He handed them to me with a fleeting kiss before unlocking the door.  The guys looked suspiciously at the topless Peter, whose shirt and sweater had been carelessly and uncharacteristically thrown on the floor. “What’s up with you, man?”  Asked Mike as he sat down on the couch. “Whatever do you mean, Michael?” Asked Peter in his usual joking fashion. “He means what are you hiding, Peter?” “I’m not hiding anything, Micky.” Peter flushed as Davy leaned against the table, then he turned cherry red and covered his face with his hand as something caught Davy’s eye.  He walked over to the other side of the room and picked up a black, lacey bra. “Peter…”  “What is that?!”  Exclaimed Micky with excitement and feigned astonishment.  “That, boys, is what is called a brassiere.  An article of female lingerie.”  Mike said taking the undergarment from his mate.  “The incriminate part is, of course, that Peter is not a female, so…”  Micky stated as they all turned to Peter, who continued to feign innocence. “What?  How on earth did that get in here?”  He said taking the garment, tossing it casually over the partition and missing his companions knowing looks.  “We should have a word with the venue about cleaning up their rooms better.” He said unconvincingly as he paced across the room.  Mike made his way casually over to the partition and suddenly pulled an unsuspecting y/n out from behind it still holding her shirt in her hand.  “Ah!  Ha! Gentlemen, I rest my case.”  He exclaimed triumphantly.  “Hi, fellas!”  I smiled sheepishly.  “y/n!” “Hey, Babe!  Long time, no see!”  I pulled my shirt on as they came to hug me.  

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*I do not own the Monkees or anything under their brand.  I just wrote this story.*

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For my friend @amalthea9​ 

[nakedpersimmon]

It’s time to ring in the New Year--Monkees style!

Happy New Year, everyone! 

Love, Naked Persimmon

[enemymarkus]

being in a poly relationship with billy and steve headcanons <3

These are the headcanons of being in a poly relationship with billy hargrove and steve harrington :)

pairing: billy x steve x GN!reader series: stranger things

warnings: nsfw, swearing

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* Okay by coincidence steve met Billy first, when he first came to the school all the girls were all over him. He liked it but then he saw steve, the boy that didn’t want him like all the other boys/girls .

* steve and billy started to talk after that, even if steve weren't fond of his “fuckboy” and “bad boy” persona you still talked to him like he didn't have a girl hanging off of him

*but when you came into the picture billy changed into a big softie, even though steve was one he just went into a bigger softie

* i feel like billy would be more upfront with Pda instead of steve, only because steve has been bullied for his sexuality (both billy and steve are bi)

* when you all start dating be prepared to be treated like a mf queen, they will worship the ground you walk on because there  that much of a simp

*  when cuddling your either in the middle or sleeping on one of there chest while the other cuddles behind you

* the most jealous one is billy for sure, when he saw a random guy talking to you something rose up in him, he is possessive but you and steve love it, steve will get jelous time to time but he trusts you enough, billy also trust you but he doesn't trust the random guys and girls that talk to you

* you guys would go on late night drives in billys car when he sneaks out of the house, listening to songs (AC/DC,the monkees) sometimes you guys would just open the back and lie down until the sunrise comes up

*steve would love to cuddle up to you if he had a bad days with his friends, hes still friends with them but they are homophobic so he hasn't told them about you guys 

* steve isn’t the most bravest person in the world but if somebody insults you he will go wild, he knows billy can handle himself and would fuck anybody up if they talk bad about him so that’s why he doesn't defend billy that much

* hugs from the behind are a must, especially while cooking

*if your having a bad day these babies wont hesitate to do anything for you, because they know hot you overwork yourself A LOT

* okay now onto the smut

* billy is the dom, steve is the switch, and you are sub/switch

* steve hasn't had that much experience but at the same time he has in a way, billy has the most experience because yk

* when it's your first time (with them) they would be so soft with you, going slow and gentle with you, they would put you first before themselves when its pleasing you

*i feel like billy would be into a sir kink instead of a daddy kink because, i think we all know

*and with steve i feel he would be into mommy kink and a lactation kink,and a praising kink. I think he would just die if you praised him if he was eating you out, and if you become pregnant

* if you do become pregnant and have those hormones i think that billy would help you out instead of steve because i think he would get all motherly about it saying its going to hurt the baby, but billy would just be like “fuck it, if my baby needs me they need me and i’m going to help them”

*but at the end  you guys would live somewhere out of hawkins and move to a nice neighborhood, with 2 dogs maybe some kids :)

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somebody requested this and i think im going to do more headcanons (poly and not poly) so if you want pls msg me here or on instagram enemymarkus :)

@doingyom0mma >>>> requested this

[classicrocker2000]

Turned a shitpost sketch into a full drawing because MY GOD THIS PHOTO OF PETER SENT ME

So now once again I'm questioning if I'm on the asexuality spectrum (since aside from Peter I generally don't give a fuck aside from finding some smut really fucking hot) or if I'm just insanely repressed.

Fun times

Yes that's the Queen logo. A, I don't have a Monkees shirt, and B, I was wearing that shirt tonight so I figured why not

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