#anon you're makin me crazy

[gallaghersgal]

would it be possible to request carmy and elementary school teacher!reader like the plot could literally be anything I just love the thought of him bringing food for the class and being surrounded by a bunch of little kids who want to ask him questions and play with him and he’s all shy at first and loves watching reader with the kids…i’m feeling so soft rn 😭

hi my lovely anon!! im so sorry for letting this rot, i hope you're still hanging around to read it!!

field day is one of the best days of the year for a kindergartener. they run as much as their little bodies allow them, play games all school day, and have their bellies full of a delicious lunch. this year, that lunch is provided by none other than your boyfriend's restaurant, catering mini beef sandwiches for the kids.

you step behind the table to kiss carmen on the cheek when your class gets to the lunch station. he smiles and his arm wraps around your waist, muttering to you, "y're so good with those kids, 's drivin' me crazy."

you blush at his implications and smile when he leans in to pepper your cheek with a few quick kisses. a squeal interrupts the moment, the sound from one of your students who points at the scene with a grin. she shouts your name before asking, "is that your boyfriend!?!" her friends giggle, some of them remarking on how boys have cooties, and the little girl continues to stare at you excitedly.

"since you all have such curious minds," you start, the whole class's attention focused on you now, "this is my boyfriend, mr. carmy."

carmen smiles, giving your students a wave. they all giggle excitedly, greeting him with a staggered chorus of hi mr. carmy!

"alright, alright," you say with a smile. "we only have two field rotations to eat. so come to me for some hand sanitizer, then get your sandwich from mr. carmy."

the kids file through the line one at a time, choosing which sandwich they want, and what flavor chips will accompany it. one boy asks carmen, "do you make all the beef sandwiches?"

your boyfriend chuckles, shaking his head. "no, i don't make all the sandwiches bud. usually i'm makin' other sh- stuff." his cheeks heat up a little at his near slip, but the boy just nods, seemingly satisfied with the answer, and carmen asks him "now, what d'ya want, kid?"

[yanderestarangel]

✏ anon request: "Can you write something about smoke holding back his desires because he doesn't want to be pushy or selfish but the reader tells him to let loose? Like a sub!tomas to a rough dom!tomas"

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TW: hard!dom tomas, sexual fantasies, fetishes, daddykink, breed!kink, spit on mouth, v!sex, blowjob - deep throat, rough sex, dub con, hunter!play, primitive sex, size!kink, bare sex, degradation, oral (f!re), nicknames, ftm!reader, extreme!smut, nsfw, bites, afab anatomy, power play, part.1.

♡ - Tomas has so much built-up lust that it literally physically hurts the poor guy. He was always repressed in many aspects - whether sexual or sentimental - throughout his years of life, he was always the younger brother, the sweet and kind man, the ninja who helped everyone... But even though he repressed his thoughts even more of dominance, inside, something inside the Slav was something more primitive, desires that he could never let out.

♡ - However, you soon entered his life, and to make matters worse, his desires increased even more. He tried to masturbate so he wouldn't take it out on you, but every time he saw you, he just wanted to bend you over the nearest surface and fill you to the brim with his cum, while turning you into a dumb, quivering mess for him. The first few times you had sex were also calmer, with Tomas afraid of hurting you, and not penetrating you, just letting you have fun with his cock, whether sucking it or just rubbing your pussy over his thick length - like I already wrote in another headcanon, Smoke is a guy with an 8-inch dick, in addition to being an extremely muscular man, who can easily break you in half for several reasons - so he just settles for having your orgasm, but from the moment when you tell him to just let go and take everything out on you... This man becomes a hungry beast.

♡ - Tomas will start to be rougher, starting with oral sex. Before, when he was still repressing himself from being a submissive, he would just give calm and peaceful licking and fingering, however, now he will suck your pussy, ordering you to ride his face, slapping your ass and squeezing your breasts - if you you have - while deliciously degrading you, the ninja's husky voice against your sensitive skin, placing your clit between his teeth lightly, making you jump and squirm. "-I've been wanting this, dreaming about fucking you like this, feeling your tight pussy squeezing my tongue like that. You're driving me crazy, baby, you're my whore, aren't you?" he would grunt as he motivated you to rub even more of your wetness against him, you couldn't help but let out a loud squeal, feeling the change in the power dynamic between the two of you, before Vrbada only showered you with affectionate nicknames but now, he treated you like a cheap slut and you.... Loved that.

Tomas has several fetishes, and after the first time you authorize him, he will use them all on you, whether they are:

♡ BREEDING!KINK ♡ With him fucking you raw, the skin on skin drove him crazy, he turned into a mf smug while he had one hand on your neck and the other holding your waist, pounding your pussy roughly, affectionately calling you "my little breeding slut" filling your little pussy with his hot and thick cum, the feeling becomes uncomfortable as he cums inside you so much, but he tells you to squeeze your thighs and not let any drops fall, after all, you are the good boy from him. "-Just keep those pretty thighs closed ok? Yes my pretty bitch, you're a good boy, and good boys close their pussies when told to... I want to see you filled with my kids."

♡ DADDYKINK ♡ Tomas has always had the need to feel in control, so for you to call him "Daddy" while he's so rough, abusing your holes is so amazing to him. He will just use your favorite nicknames while he fucks your throat - forcing you to deep throat him, as he quickly takes his member out of your mouth leaving a burning sensation in your throat, tears running down your face, making the tall man smile and rub the dick in your cheek, hitting the member in your face and returning to the heat of your tongue. "-Oh fuck... Keep sucking daddy's cock will you? You can handle that, can't you? You're just my stupid boy, my cockslave' so beautiful and so needy, just like a good slut would be."

♡ HUNTER!PLAY ♡ Smoke will use his talents as a Hunter to hunt you, an aggressive and primitive sex, with you being his prey - like a lost deer, being sought after by a hungry wolf - he will give you a five-minute advantage to run through the forest, the The sun was setting while you tried to run away... But you knew it was inevitable, and that made you even wetter, after all your boyfriend warned you that the further you went, the rougher he would fuck you. He knew exactly where you were, throwing you to the ground and pinning your neck with his biceps against the dry leaves - his blue eyes shone with a primal hunger and he practically salivated, pulling his already hard cock out of his pants. Smoke held your face, forcing you open your mouth and spitting inside. "-Swallow it my dirty little slut... And get ready, I'm going to fuck you until you can barely mouth my fucking name." He will cover your mouth, isolating your sounds as he fucks you into oblivion, sucking your breasts and leaving you totally marked with bites.

♡ SIZE!KINK ♡ He loves seeing the bulge that builds up in your womb as he continually shoves his cock into your overstimulated hole, placing one of his hands to feel how big it is, and how much it is bouncing inside your little womb. "-Do you feel that? You're taking my cock like a champ, boy... My slutty baby boy just wants me to destroy you... Damn you're a pretty, naughty little thing." Tomas fills you repeatedly with his cum, the feeling of being bigger and stronger than you, being able to break you in half at any moment was intoxicating for him, carrying you all over the house and lifting you in his arms, making you cum and squirt in the his cock several times, and he won't stop, until he sees you limp and about to pass out on his lap, after all, you asked for it.

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 ©𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 2024. 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆.

[toxicanonymity]

canopy

1.5k / joel miller x fem!reader / master list

One shot (update: sequel)

Anons: he sneaks into her room at night to do it and her dad comes in to check on her at some point cause he thought he heard her "crying" so joel has to hide (under the covers with his cock still inside her or his mouth on her???) and she has to try and stay cool and collected til he leaves. WARNINGS: I8+ MDNI. Non outbreak AU, girthy age gap (reader >18), grinding, Unsafe P in V sex. Creampie. Swaddling / cockwarming.

“I dunno if you can take it, baby,” he whispers as he presses his ample hardness into the back of your silky nightgown. Joel is spooning you in your childhood bedroom, and he’s being a tease.

“What?? You know I can,” you protest quietly. You've taken it before. You're squirming with desire as your canopy flutters in the breeze of your open window.  

“Not without makin’ a fuss you can’t,” he murmurs into your hair as he slides his hand downward and presses himself into you again with a grunt.  Growing up, having a canopy on your bed made you feel like a princess. Now Joel does. Tonight, you brought down the side curtains and snuck him in.

“I’ll be quiet,” you whine, "promise."

Your hips rock into his massive hand, his flattened fingers already dripping with your desire. He rhythmically thrusts against you, big and hard. You're throbbing, aching to be filled. Your body is electric with need for him. You’d give anything to have him inside you.

“Not quiet.  Silent,” he mutters gruffly.  You get butterflies at the sound of his promising words.

You nod and don’t say a word. 

“Good girl.” 

He slips his cock between your thighs and your breath hitches.  He thrusts into the pocket of your thighs against your wet cunt, his cock sliding up to your clit and hitting his hand on the other side.  You're overwhelmed with arousal and barely able to stay quiet.  You want to beg, but he won’t hesitate to freeze if you even make a peep.  He thrusts slowly with the softest grunts muffled by your hair. Each time his cock reaches your clit you throb worse for him. 

Desperate to earn penetration, you focus and manage to be silent.  The only sound is his heavy breathing and the squish of his hard cock between your thighs, grinding wetly against your cunt, driving you crazy with desire.  

“Doin’ great, baby,” he whispers.  “Nice ‘n quiet.  Hear your pussy beggin’ for me.” 

You nod and release a breath you were holding.  

“You can take it quiet?” 

You nod. 

“Want this cock inside you?”

You nod. 

“With your parents down the hall?” 

You nod again. 

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs. 

-

Joel slides his stiff length against your wet heat again and when he pulls back, he stops with the tip at your wet little hole.  You tilt your hips and he nestles the weeping head of his cock in line with your entrance, his hand nudging his shaft until he’s lined up just right. He slowly pushes half into you and you sharply inhale as his girth parts your core. He retreats an inch or two and slides his free hand under your neck, then clamps it over your mouth as he plunges into you full force and you moan into his hand. Even with his hand to stifle you, it's audible.

He freezes with his cock all the way inside you and growls, “What’d I say, princess?”

-

There are footsteps in the hall, approaching your door. Then your father’s voice.  “You okay, sweetie?”

Joel’s cock twitches inside you as he slowly removes his fingers from your mouth.  His heart pounds against your back.  “Yeah, Dad.”

“You sure? Thought I heard you cry.”  He pushes the door handle and cracks the door. 

“No, I’m fine, just a cough."

"it didn't sound like-"

"Please, I'm trying to sleep.”

“Sorry sweetie. Lemme know if you need anything, okay? It’s nice havin’ you home.” 

“Okay, dad.” 

“Good night.” 

-

“Night,” you say and Joel’s hand covers your mouth again as his cock slowly begins to withdraw.  

He grants you one more thrust, filling you to the brim with his girth, then he slowly pulls out and your temples feel weak. The hand on your clit slides up to cup your breast over your nightgown and the hand on your mouth loosens.  

You whine, “Joel, please,” still muffled slightly by his hand, which he then takes away.

Joel sighs.  “Not if you can’t handle it, princess.” 

You whisper,  “So you’re gonna lie here doing nothing until it’s safe to leave?”

“You know the rules.” 

You turn around and face him with angry eyes.  He looks bemused.  You reach down and grab his wet, hard cock. “I don’t like the rules,” you whisper. 

-

You crawl down the bed and he rolls onto his back, watching you.  You straddle his knees, dip your head down, and hover your mouth over his cock, looking up at him. You wrap your hand around the base and he raises his eyebrows.  You take the tip into your mouth and taste your own juices.  You lazily tongue the shaft.  You hold it loosely in your hand and even looser with your mouth, barely grazing it with your lips and tongue. He inhales a chest full of air and softly grunts at the top before letting it out. “Tryin’ to make me sorry, this ain’t the way,” he chuckles in a whisper, lifting his hips into your mouth.  

You crawl up his body with your knees straddling his thighs, then his hips, with your little nightgown skimming his cock on the way.  Then you stop with your wet cunt lightly grazing his cock.  He looks at you sternly, but when you make eye contact, his face softens to curiosity.  His chest rises and falls as you press your front against his shaft, wedging his hard dick between your bodies.  He slightly raises his knees behind your back.  You roll your slippery seam against his cock and slip a hand into your nightgown to massage your breast.  You watch a dark hunger overtake his face as your clit twitches against him. 

Joel shoots upright and wraps one arm around you, bracing the other hand behind him on the bed.  He leans back to hoist you onto his cock and covers your mouth with his own as he impales you, come what may.   You whimper quietly at the force and girth of the intrusion. He stuffs your mouth with his tongue then his lips suck firmly against yours, swallowing your moan.   You begin to regain your composure and he breaks the kiss to breathe heavily against your cheek. He tilts his pelvis down, pulling out half way, then lifts his hips into you, bottoming out again with a sigh. His strong arm holds you steady as he fucks you from the bottom. 

Joel leans back, resting his head on a stack of pillows, and brings you with him.  Your nipples harden against his soft t-shirt. He holds you still and thrusts into you, bouncing you on his cock as you’re both laid on your bed, you on top of him. Your head bobs up next to his with every thrust and you bite your lip to not make a sound. The springs of the mattress creak rhythmically.

He tightens his arm around you, holding you close to his chest, then lifts himself up with one forearm and flips you onto your back, still packed full of his cock. The silhouette of his face is gorgeous at this angle. With more control on top, his thrusts are smoother and deeper. He kisses you again as he accelerates his pace but still holds back to avoid rocking the bed.  You moan ever so quietly into his mouth as you feel yourself about to come on his cock.  “I’m-” you whisper.  

“Quiet for me. You can do it, baby.” You pinch your eyes shut and try your hardest.  

“Take a deep breath,” he says. "Hold it when you're there." Once you’re holding your breath, he grinds his pelvis into your clit as your hips lift into his and the head of his cock prods your g-spot.  You exhale as you unravel. Your clit pulses and your walls choke his cock.  "Breathe," he says between heavy breaths of his own. "Keep breathin', baby'." You take deep breaths and manage not to vocalize as your cunt flutters around him.  

“Good girl,” he says, still fucking you through it.  “You did so good, baby,” he whispers earnestly as he smoothly thrusts into you. He slowly, silently fucks you as you recover, then his breath becomes shaky and he says,  “Feel it comin'?" His brow furrows and a drop of sweat falls onto your neck.

You nod.

"Want it bad, don't ya?"

You nod again. You always want him to come inside.

"Can't get enough of it, can ya?"

You shake your head.

"Good, 'cause it's a lot, baby.”  He plunges to the hilt and pulses massively.  You breathe and sigh quietly as he empties his balls into you. You close your eyes and writhe under him with aftershocks. "God damn, baby," he breathes. "You love it when I fill ya up."

He starts to pull out and you whisper, "Don't."

"Okay, princess." He rolls onto his back again and takes you with him still joined by his cock.

You rest on top of him and he strokes your shoulder softly until you drift off.  You only wake up when his softening cock slips out of you and he gently rolls you onto your back again.  He tucks you in and says, “Night, princess.” He plants a kiss on your forehead then on your lips before he sneaks back out your window.  

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[garbagechocolate]

hey choco, moot in crime i know i haven't really said much on the issue of solarmoon aro/acephobic publicly (don't wanna get harassed as a... mostly sure replused aroace) (plus, i don't have any crazy new insights) but man does it suck that you're going through harassment of any kind. like, genuinely. gonna keep this short (...kinda), but it's tiring to tab into the TSAMS fandom and still see traces of this. maybe this ask is makin it worse.. as someone who's indifferent to the ship, i can definitely understand being upset over the aphobic aspects. but what gets me is: do we really have to be harassing people for 1: pointing out problematic things 2: having different interpretations of solarmoon that aren't exactly like yours?

anyway if i see one more anon talking about stupid "leave solarmoon alone you're making us look bad" i am going to get them with a lance, 3 sticks of dynamite, a beehive and some peanut butter <3

I have anons turned off (as you can see) so I'm just gonna answer your ask so that your take goes into the wild!!!

[love-toxin]

How would Eddie feel about being bred (either with a m!reader or a f!reader pegging him)?

you have given me an immense gift anon <333

(cws: m!angelface, internalized homophobia, casual sex/fwb situation, outdoor sex, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, dirty talk, pillowtalk (forest talk?), love confessions, angst and fluff, insecure eddie.)

He always starts it off that way. "I dunno how you feel, being around the freak..." And it always bothered you.

At first, you thought he meant his reputation alone. Then you figured it must be because people don't understand D&D, and they think Hellfire's some satanic ritual club. Then you thought it was because he wears that Dio jacket and blares heavy metal for everyone to hear, which does make the older ladies in Hawkins clutch their pearls when his van drives by.

But then you discovered the reason. Why he's so antsy around you, yet he's always in your personal space. Why he's always wrapping that black bandana around his hand or swinging it around, making it obvious to you that he has it but only when you're hanging around. And why, when you asked him once if he had a crush on any girls, he just laughed. He didn't laugh when you told him your own truth, though, he just stared at you with those big eyes and watched every word fall from your soft lips.

Definitely not when you've got him pinned to the blanket you spread out under Skull Rock, his jeans rucked just under his ass and yours only unzipped and shuffled down a bit, your hands bracing the ground by his head and your hot breath on his ear as you start slowing down your thrusts. It's a little cold out, the September chill having caused you to don your jackets--and they've stayed on, despite Eddie's face being so flushed and warm and your back puddled with sweat from the workout that's lasted an hour at least.

"Like that, baby boy?" His back arches further into your chest at that, a whine bitten off his lips at the condescending tone of your voice. He doesn't like being condescended to, unless it's you, and unless you're at least several inches deep in his guts. "Like makin' me a daddy?"

His fists clench, grabbing up a bundle of the blanket underneath him that's already been soaked with a puddle of his cum. Thinking he's the only guy in Hawkins with love and desire for other men has been isolating--you know the feeling pretty well, ironically--so thinking that he might find someone willing to indulge in his strange fantasies has been like a faraway dream. Something he never even dared to think about other than in the throes of jacking off in his cluttered bedroom.

"Got plenty of cum in here," You continue, hand sneaking beneath his shirt to sideswipe his leaky cock and rub possessively at his belly, pushing on it just enough for Eddie to whimper and clench around you tight--doesn't want any cum spilling out, doesn't wanna waste the precious gift you've given him. "Wanna make me a baby, love? I'll breed you even more--I'll breed you as many times as it takes, stud."

Your cock slips out, creamy and throbbing with an ache you've rarely felt so strongly, and before the cool air prickles the skin you slam your hips back down, and snicker so mischievously at the sound it makes that Eddie has to clamp his hand down on his mouth to muffle half the moan that comes out. As much as you want to tear those fingers off his lips and force those cries of sweet, sweet pleasure out of him, you know the risks--so you let him do as he pleases while you throw your back into blowing his out, balls squishing against his and sticking together with cum and sweat every time you bury your cock so deep your stomach meets his skin.

"You'll be such a good daddy, Eds," You whisper, nibbling at the shell of his ear and knowing his eyes are already rolling back, knowing it drives him fucking crazy when you're sweet like that. The tip of his ruddy cock is grinding into the forest floor with how weighty your thrusts are, and how heavy your hips come down on him from above--but the fuzziness of the blanket cushioning him hurts in a good way, it coaxes spurts of that clear arousal out of him like he's a damn fountain on the fritz, and what you wouldn't give to lap it all up and have him dump all the rest into your waiting mouth.....well, you'll have to do that another time, since you're already breeding the fuck out of his perfect, pale ass. "Gonna have such a cute little family, gonna make such cute little kids, you and me."

Your hips won't stop rolling now as you moan that out, your brain getting a little melty at how hard he's squeezing around you and how thickly your seed is sloshing around inside him already. Eddie's always told you to keep the dirty talk simple, that's what he likes, that's all he needs to get off--but you'd be lying to say that you don't enjoy this fantasy just as much as he does, that dreaming of filling him up with cum like this doesn't keep you awake and giddy with intimate excitement for the nights leading up to Sunday mornings at 11 am. Sometimes your cock twitches in your pants just when you hear his voice, when you pass by him in the halls and instantly get a flash of that pitchy, broken tone begging you to drain your balls in him as deep as you possibly can. It's difficult to speak yourself when you get to this point, huffing and puffing with strain as Eddie bumps his hips back and strokes you off with those tight walls that make your wet dreams so much wetter.

"Pretty fucking stud, you are--you're meant for making babies for me, Eddie. And you're not leaving here without mine." Eddie finally grabs your arm, scrabbling to gain purchase on your sleeve before his nails dig into it. His hips are jerking back, limbs shaking, voice breaking--he's so ready for it, and so are you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck--p-pin me! N-Now-!" With a grin that twinges with the jolts of pleasure starting to overwhelm you, you stop holding yourself up and drop your entire weight on Eddie, collapsing on top of him and forcing him to the ground--effectively both sinking as deep inside him as you can, and grinding so much delicious pleasure into his cock between the hard ground and his body that he writhes as he cums, kicking his sneakered feet out over the leaf-covered dirt and moaning into your palm as you quiet his uncontrollable volume with your hand. If only you'd let me kiss you, is the thought that last leaves your head before you tense up and still your hips, your own sounds muffled into his jacket-clad shoulder as you both meet your respective ends.

It's fitting, then, for the world to grow quiet after that, save for the panting breaths and shifting of clothes on your heated bodies. It never ends with much afterthought, not a word spoken between you as the high comes down quick and you become intimately aware of how sticky you both are--cum spilling down between Eddie's cheeks as you pull back, and you're sure there's quite the mess waiting for you underneath him when he's strong enough to sit up. For now, though, you're faced with the Dio album cover on the back of his jacket that he's played on the way to your hookups, his body only responding to you when you fully remove yourself from his ass and move to cup the mess, reaching for the bandana in his back pocket with your spare hand to wipe him off. When the fabric makes contact with his flesh, he shakes his head to throw those curls every which way--a sign enough that he doesn't want to be cleaned up this time. He's so unwilling to break the silence that it falls to you, much like it always does.

"Fuck....that was even better than usual, Munson." You chuckle, tucking the bandana back with minimal stain before sitting back on your knees, and pulling his pants back up over his ass--mournfully, because you really can't get enough of how perfect and chubby those porcelain-skinned cheeks are. If he let you leave marks, you'd certainly like to see bruises in the shape of your teeth littering that pretty skin. Only once you get up to your feet do you zip yourself back up, mindful that you'll need to change when you get dropped off at home, and Eddie rolls over with a groan and sits up to do the same to himself. With some help from the blanket you brought, of course, wiping his crotch clean of the absolute mess of cum he'd been laying in before he does up his belt. "So, same time next week, huh?"

Eddie's usually pretty quiet after the fact, choosing to avert his eyes and avoid questions unless he really needs to answer them. He doesn't like the afterglow, doesn't enjoy the feeling of his own conscience dawning back on him when your bodies have both grown cold and separate again. He shuffles back the few inches to rest his back against the cool stone of Skull Rock, bringing his knees up to his chest and pulling his arms around them to hug them tight to his body. He may be quiet, and that might be normal, but he's never like this.

"...What's that face for? Did I...are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" With a step forward, you squat down until there's only a little space between your faces, yours painted with concern and worry as you lay your hand on his knee. Don't touch me after we're done. Those words hit you like pins as your fingers graze the denim, the memory of him laying out his boundaries when you started this is....conflicting. You hate to make him uncomfortable, but the anxiety around his strange reaction is just too much for you to bear.

"....I want us to be something. But we can't." Eddie's head shakes again, a glistening sheen over his eyes that resembles oncoming tears being furiously blinked away. If this is really the conversation you think it's gonna turn into, well....this isn't how you thought it would start. "And I....I dunno if I can keep doing this if we can't. Because, I-I...I'm clingy. I won't move on."

Being so vague with his feelings isn't abnormal, either, but you can count on your fingers how many times he's said anything after you've had sex. Eddie's not touchy-feely, not with you, not when he's tried so hard for so long to treat this as a business transaction. So have you, but not in the same way--not in the way that even looking at you makes him want to say stupid things, things that would drive both your lives towards further ruin if anyone ever heard them come off his lips.

"Eddie-"

"You don't need some freak ruining your life." He turns his gaze upwards, finally, to look at you--and those eyes are cold, bitter in a way that isn't directed at you, but rather at the circumstances that have brought you both together. The fact that the one thing you have in common is something he knows he can't hide, but he hopes that you can, for your own sake.

"Don't be mad at me, please. I don't wanna ruin this, but I know I'm going to, and I'd rather you forget I exist than keep being reminded that you....you'll never be mine." As if he's become awash with a new surge of strength, he startles you backwards by shooting up to his feet, and walking with purpose away from you and down the start of the hill--leaving you standing, staring, until you can't take the view of his back any longer and raise your voice so he can't ignore you.

"Did you ever ask if I would be yours?" You couldn't be more grateful that he stops in his tracks, a twig snapping under his last step as a quiet falls over the forest again. Your heart pounds so loudly you wouldn't even think that he'd fear you could hear his doing the same.

"It's just a passing fling. You'll move away and be someone, and I'll...I'll still be here." You can see his head tilt down, defeat pouring over his shoulders--and yet he hasn't even fought his battles yet, it's pathetic. He's always thought that way about himself, always wondered why you'd settle for him even as a fling, never realizing that what you really feel for him is much deeper than he'd ever dream.

"You think I'd leave the man I love for anything?" Then, and only then, does he turn so fast he sends pebbles skittering off into the grass, his eyes so wide and gleaming with disbelief that's coloured in honey brown and cocoa.

"You love me?"

He utters the words almost silently, brows upturned and mouth half-open in shock. It's such a visceral reaction that it almost makes you wonder whether he's never been told such a thing before, if the mere thought of someone professing their love or even feeling it in the first place is just....ludicrous. It cuts you in a way you weren't expecting to even consider, and powers your feet to start moving and crossing the distance between you, until you're standing right back in front of him and looking eye-to-eye.

No touching after sex, no kissing, no saying any "cheesy shit".....you're about to break all of those rules when you reach up to cup his face in your hands, and move in so fast that Eddie's pushed back a step by how firmly you lay your lips into his. He isn't completely submissive to your desires--he pushes back, moulds his mouth to yours and pins you on either side with his hands on your arms, and moves with you on your first attempt to break the kiss until you have to to get some air.

"I love you, Eddie Munson. And I have no intention of leaving, unless it's on a tour bus with your name on it." You breathe, unaffected by how desperate you must look, and for the first time in a long time you see Eddie smile. You've seen him happy with his friends and at his shows, but it almost never happens when you're alone or when you're in the midst of a romp. There was a part of you that, at one time, thought he just despised you so much but had no one else to help fulfill his urges....but you know, you know that this smile is one he's been holding back for a long time. This is one he never felt safe enough to show until he got this moment with you that he didn't think was possible.

"Let's get to the van," He puffs out, grinning with lips already red and kiss-swollen. "Need your clothes off. Need to....see you. Never get to see enough of you..." He mutters as his hands glide down your waist, your hips, and rest self-consciously just above your beltline.

"Lead the way, rockstar. Gimme a good view while we walk." You grin wolfishly and squeeze his ass, watching for that twinge in his expression and the groan as he clenches to try and keep the rest of your cum from leaking out. But he doesn't bat your hands away, just starts walking back for you to follow and for you to match each other's pace as he rights himself, hurrying on light feet towards the unmarked path that will lead you back to the road.

For once, you're content with this post-coital scurry. It's been too long you've spent sneaking around, hurrying back and forth from the van to your house, and hoping to at least share a few words with your bedmate before he drops you off at half past noon and the cycle begins anew. You've wanted to be more with Eddie, and now, that's what you're getting--and you're happy, sharing knowing looks with him as you walk and abandoning all distraction from the brown-eyed, dark-haired weirdo you've always felt your heart belonged to. Until you both pipe up with your synonymous realization just as you're coming out of the woods, and have to turn to sprint back from where you came.

"....Oh shit, the blanket-"

"Shit, we forgot the blanket!"

[sugarcandydoll]

Someone sent you anon hate criticizing the way you present things on here as childish while being unable to use correct grammar or the proper use of your. 😭 being unable to tell if a sentence calls for your or you're seems pretty childish to me. So does sending someone anon hate at all. Or going to the equivalent of a person's online diary, seeing the bio "your local disney princess" and then proceeding to get mad at the sweet innocent vibes the blog has. The lack of reading comprehension it would take to be in this situation is astounding. Like why are you spending your time looking at someone's blog with the user sugarcandydoll if you're not a fan of sweet and innocent vibes? You could just save yourself the trouble and not...

omgg thank u so much angel ♡😞💕 it made me feel soo bad why they were makin fun of me like that for just the way i express myself?? :(♡ couldnt stop thinking abt it n it keeps making me so saddd :( but now that u point it out, that anon is probably just dumb n crazy teeheehee!! ♡;(

[eggs-can-draw]

komaeda anon: IM. SHAKING YOU I LITERALLY HAVE THE SAME THOUGHTS I HAVE A WHOLE ASS STORY WRITTEN ABOUT LIKE

MY GUY, WHO'S HELLBENT ON REVENGE, TAKES THE JOURNEY TO DO SO, BUT THEY END UP GAINING FRIENDS AND ATTACHMENTS THAT GIVE THE JOY BACK AND LIKE

nobody is stopping him in his revenge, in fact the world supports whatever makes him happy

but going through his journey is just, what makes him happy now?

and oughhghhgh its the friends you make, its the nreaths you take, its the annoying deity you've shackled yourself too that, for all thoughts and purposes, should have used you for their advantages because you would do anything to keep them by your side if it meant they'd stick by yours just for this one act of vengeance but no, they find you amusing and endearing and wholeheartedly go where you go and—

you're already happy before you even know it, even while you're still pursuing the happiness you thought would give you the most joy O(-(

YEEEEES YES YES YES AAAAAGH mmmmm out here makin me think about my little guys since they have a similar kinda vibe lol It's about a semi-nonverbal girl who's possessed by god and was inherently DESIGNED to be possessed by god and is trying to figure out what personhood really means and is constantly confronted with people who take the line of living life and surviving without living and STRADDLE IT and she fucks around in people's dreams and WATCHES THE VERY CORE OF WHAT MAKES THEM PEOPLE AND SURVIVING AND HAS TO HELP THEM LEARN TO LIVE OVER SURVIVING (aka she gets them started on the path towards healing after Some Stuff Happened) AND WHEN I GRAB HER BY THE COLLAR PERSONALLY RIP GOD OUT AND SHOVE HER FRIENDS WHO LOVE HER (they didn't know about the god thing they just had Suspicions but then again her twin brother said she's always just kinda been Like That) IN THERE AND SHE HAS A MENTAL BREAKDOWN AND ALSO MORE GODS ARE SHOVED IN HER BRAIN AND SHE ESSENTIALLY HAS TO FIGHT EVERY DIVINITY IN THE SOLAR SYSTEM (including a loooong dead creator deity) and is just. forced to choose in continuing with the belief that she is inherently inhuman and therefore cannot live and must Survive for the sake of what others created her to be, or understand that her friends love her and her mom loves her and her brother loves her and her community loves her and SHE loves her and that every moment every little bit of joy that she's experienced over one really fucking crazy week is exactly why life is worth living life = love life is built out of love yknow? i unno

[becca-e-barnes]

the only thing repeating over and over again in my mind right now is that clip of cevans where he says 'chris does wanna be a daddy'

like sir

sir

there is an empty uterus open for you

This is EXACTLY how I have been feeling this week, I've been in such a Steve obsession and it's not like me tbh?

But the thought of giving that man like 7 babies is so damn appealing and I'm blaming 👩🏻‍🦰 anon for fuelling me because I can't stop thinking about baby making positions with Steve.

Like some really great passionate raw sex where he's grunting and moaning in your ear, telling you how good you feel and how well you take him and how he's gonna give you another cute little baby.

Because the thought of those wet squelching sounds filling the room while the pair of you moan and praise each other is just so hot. He'd be so lost in the pleasure and intimacy that he can't do anything but hold you, pounding into your body and whispering "Takin' me so well, baby girl. Miss seeing you with that baby bump. Looks so good on you, you know that? Should just keep you like that."

And he'd take such good care of you. You'd cum so many times and each time he'd promise he just wants one more from you but the feeling of your body squeezing his cum from him is so addictive he can't stop making you finish.

But when he eventually gives in and cums, he is absolutely feral. He grinds as deep inside you as he can get, making sure his tip is pressed right to your cervix so he's flooding your womb with each pump of cum. "Oh sweetheart, that's it, makin' you a mommy again. Nothing feels better. N-nothing feels as good as cumming inside my wife 'n knowing you're unprotected. Drives me fucking crazy." His eyes are squeezed shut but even after he feels the high ebb away, his cock doesn't soften.

It only takes a second for him to flip you over and then he's back inside you again, positioning you so your ass is slightly raised. His huge frame is layered on top of yours, his chest rubbing against your back with each filthy grind into you. You can feel his seed beginning to drip out of you with each drag of his cock and it just makes you needier.

"Stevie, 'm dripping. Feels so good. Stuffed my tummy so f-full of cum." You groan, your fists clenching in the sheets at the feeling of your husband's hot breath on your neck. His lips trace the shell of your ear, his teeth nibbling slightly as he pants against your skin. He can feel your body trembling beneath him, shaking from the overwhelming pleasure and it just makes him want to drive into you harder and faster and truly ruin you.

"Somethin' so addictive about giving you babies, you know that? Never wanna see you without a bump. Gonna have you showing off another cute little baby again in no time. Everyone on this damn street is gonna know we can't keep our hands off each other." He grunts, his thrusts getting sloppier and his moans getting filthier.

It's not long before he's gripping your hip with one hand, the other holding himself up and he's pulling your body closer, making sure he can't bury himself any deeper inside you. "Good girl, that's it. Made for this, weren't you honey? Made to be fucked and filled and carrying my kids." His own filthy thoughts push him over the edge, his hips stuttering as he presses into you. You can't help but let your eyes roll back, feeling another fresh, hot load fill your aching cunt while your husband groans out his release.

[laudthingcat]

I’ll do chanting prayer calling for Billy Loomis in the grave to freaking haunt them rude anon.. how dare.. HOW FUCKING DARE THEY TYPE AND SEND THOSE SHIT ASS WORDS TO YOU?! YOU?!!!! YOURE SO FUCKING NICE TO EVERYONE AND I NO LESS FEELS SO WELCOME GETTING KNOWING YOU WINTER. AND YOUR WRITING?! IMMACULATE, CHEFS KISS!!

Pleaseee, don’t forget that you’re amazing Winter baby. You’re crazy talented, remember that. If you forget, I’d gladly, lovingly remind you, that you are indeed the best and a creative writer. [hugging you] PUUUHHH PUHHHH!! NEGATIVE ENERGY BEGONE!!!!

The two of us rn hsjsksj

AAAA HONEYYY STOP YOU'RE MAKIN ME SOFT 🥺💙💙 NOT EVEN KIDDIN 😭 TEARING UP RN EJSSJH

ILYSM BBY <33 THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS 🥺

[wanderingpages]

Hey Peach, despite the circumstances I hope you're staying sane and both you and opti are okay :) I'm the anon who read The stranger by Camus after your recommendations and wow I don't know what to do with myself now. I wanted to ask you your interpretation of the book, if you have one, or just know what are your thoughts and feelings about it

Thank you♥️♥️♥️

& Fuck the sun fr fr it really be makin people crazy huh lmao

😩😩😩that book made me realize how useless a lot of pages in books are. Just filler pages of prose nobody cares about. Like, reading that book and then jumping into some 300+ page book, you realize how unnecessary so much stuff is lol. Like idgaf abt how many colors are in the sunset!! I wanna know what’s going on with you and whatever plot you’re part of!! this book also probably shortened my attention span further now that I think about it 🙈💀

I loved how straight to the point and blunt Meursault was but I definitely read it at the wrong time bc I was in a dark place and that gave me the whole ‘life is pointless’ notion and I did some stupid shit cus I wasnt giving a fuck about anything 😩😩 I think a lot gets lost in translation too, becuase he’s not a stranger, he’s a foreigner and he never told Marie he doesn’t love her, he said it doesn’t matter but he doesn’t think so and that is such a big difference.

Lol I loved it & respected it 🤷🏻‍♀️ he’s living life without meaning and that freaks everyone out but the point was, like why does life have to have meaning at all? He was convicted because of his nature not his crime and at the end I felt he was content with what he’s done and how people view him and if his life is short at least it was happy.

I recommend the perks of being a wallflower after this, because you can tell there’s an adaption there, plus I think this is one of the books recommended to the main character. I feel like they’re both similar characters on opposite ends of the spectrum. There really is no rhyme or reason for anything Meursault does, but there’s a lot of subtext for why Charlie acts the way he does (TPobaW)

[kay-n-tsumtsum]

Holy SHIT :U I knew you were smart but like... You're hella smart smart. Damn, baby girl, I'm super impressed. I don't mean this offensively at all, if that's what it sounded like 😭😂

It's not boring at all, I'm actually really interested! Honestly I only went to college for some minimum, basic stuff to get into the career I'm in now, and that was only easy-ish because I'd been practicing it for around 10 years beforehand.

But that's super cool, you have so many choices! It's interesting how one field of study can branch off into a bunch of different options depending on the classes you take. If this is what you like doing, you obviously picked a good field to major in.

I actually can't get over how impressed and surprised I am, it's not something I ever really looked into/thought about. Good on you, baby 💕

(Smart and pretty girl) K's anon

🥺🥺🥺 ur makin me soff omg. m not smart smart. in all honesty schools kicking my ass right now ugh.  ive got a quiz everyday for the next 3 days, and an assignment everyday as well.  just very much stress.  

i’m v interested in what you do now? practiced for 10 years? wow thats crazy.  but yeah, i realised i wanna be in a field that i dont really have to talk to people constantly, but also where i dont get completely issolated u know??

🥺🥺🥺🥺 ur so sweet m gonna cry >.< makes me all flustered mwah mwah mwah kisses for u

[orangboi]

i sit down when i pee - there's nothing that crazy bout me. i'm just takin a whiz, mind ur own biz. why's everybody always starin at me? HEY BRO, I GOTTA GO. LET ME THROUGH I GOTTA GO NUMBER 2. no can do i'm takin a pee, sittin on the loo havin a good long wee. ARE YOU SITTING DOWN? i'm sitting down. AND YOU'RE NOW MAKIN BROWN? i'm not makin brown. ARE YOU MAKIN ICED TEA? just lemonade. BUT YOU'RE SITTIN DOWN? i'm sittin down! WHY DON'T YOU STAND LIKE A REGULAR MAN? THEN YOU CAN PEE IN THE URINA

WHO ARE YOU COME OFF ANON