#benny w the lipstick…

[bennyluvin]

whatcha doin over there, boy, lookin at me?

[murdrdocs]

gif so no one can ask me who benny is fingering; public sex; all consensual; MDNI 18+ w/ BENNY (the bikeriders)

benny has his hand resting over the fly of your jeans.

you're staring at it, your gaze locked on the scar sitting between his fingers. you run your eyes down to his short fingernails before you flick back up to stare at benny.

he's smiling at you, waiting for your response.

when it comes, you say his name like a warning. to him, it's a coo.

"what're you doing?"

he's still smiling at you, even when you tilt your head and squint your eyes at him.

at first, he doesn't respond. you feel tension down at the button of your pants and you glance down just in time to see him easily push the silver button through the loop. he waits for a second, but eventually he slides the zipper down through the teeth until your jeans hang open, giving both of you a glimpse at your red panties.

his fingers tease below the elastic waistband. "do you want me to stop?"

you glance up at him, weighing the possibilities. you worry your teeth over your bottom lip, uncaring about your lipstick since most of it has been rubbed off on benny's lips at this point anyway.

it's embarrassing how quick you come to an answer, your head shaking until benny leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. he does the same to the tip of your nose, and then finally on your lips.

“say the word and you know i will.”

you nod, spreading your legs enough to give him the go ahead. but the hesitance is clear within you. even when benny has his fingers slipped between your lips, rubbing through your arousal as he slides down to your entrance, he can see the way you’re hesitating.

“don’t worry bout them.” he kisses your jaw. “they’re not gonna do nothing to you. won’t even look this way. you know why?”

his fingers dig far up into you. your eyes close, your head tilting back until the crown thuds against the freshly painted wall. you can still smell the fumes, reminding you of when one of the guys from the club stuck their fist into this very wall.

shockingly, there’s not much violence tonight. but the night is still young.

benny hums so close to your ear that you can hear the vibrations. he wants you to speak, but you can’t speak, and he knows this.

“c'mon answer me.” you can hear the smile in his tone.

shamefully, your head turns to the side. but he chases you, warm breath the scent of alcohol fanning against your cheek as the tip of his nose pokes into your nostril.

“do you know why?” he annunciates, making sure you hear each syllable.

eventually, you gather the strength. “why?”

“because you’re with me.”

and you hate it, but he’s right. you hate that he rides. you hate that he’s a biker. but the very thing that you hate about him is the thing that keeps you safe.

you could pretend to hate that he's doing this to you here, and not in the bed you keep warm for him. but really, you hate that you like it. you like the split on his lip and the grease staining his shirt. you like the rough callouses on the tips of his fingers as they rub into you.

you claim to hate this lifestyle, yet you’re still here, willingly by his side, willingly letting him defile you in the corner of the vandals’ bar where anyone could watch.

but when you glance over his shoulder, just a small peek of curiosity, you see no one watching. a pretty girl is being finger fucked and no one is batting an eye. because you’re benny’s pretty girl.

benny increases the pace of his fingers until he’s driving up into you at a pace that you know is audible. luckily, the usual commotion covers everything. including your moans as you get closer and closer.

“close?” benny asks you, his chest rattling against your hand where you have it rested. you nod, breathless and resisting the urge to hike your leg over benny’s hip.

“let go for me and i’ll buy you a drink, okay?” he was gonna buy you a drink anyway, that’s a given. you were gonna cum anyway, too, but you’re spurred to do so quicker whenever he sweetens the deal.

“and after that drink, we can go home and do the same thing there, alright?”

[trashmouth-richie]

prequel to Honey I’m Home

master list

summary: a peek into the lives of our love birds back in 1985

w/c: 4k

tw: no minors, underage drinking, drug use, party behavior. hinted at: rape

Engine roaring hot with the early dog days of summer, Eddie’s van skids to a stop sliding against black asphalt of Piney Wood Lane.

“Eddie! What the fuck?!” A church mouse voice that resembled nails on a chalkboard shrieks when the van halts to a stop. Peach colored lipstick is smeared in a wavy line across her pale skin, Chrissy glares icy blue daggers into the curly haired metal head.

Stoned and nearly asleep, Eddie forced his tired lips into a grin, pearly whites gleaming against the backdrop of the setting sun through the dirty windshield. “Oh babe you’re so pretty, here let me help.” Grabbing the tube of lipstick Eddie draws a matching line across her other cheek, “all better,” he yawns as she snatches the lipstick tube back and shoves the lid back on slamming it into her purse. Using a dirty t-shirt by her feet that she knew was used to wipe Eddie’s cum off her stomach some time last week after one of his shows, she rotates it to a cleanish spot and works the black cloth gently across her face, muttering to herself.

“Where are these little shits anyway?” She grumbles as she avoids Eddie’s lips on her neck, shoving him away with the heel of her hand.

“Fuck Chris, relax,” Eddie says, arms up in a surrender and lowering slightly to light a cigarette and blowing the smoke into the open warm air through his window, “little Tooty said they have to sneak out of the basement window.”

It had been a full year since Eyeball had left town and graduated without Eddie. His best friend was always smarter than he was, never having to repeat senior year, he left Eddie’s trailer park ass in the dust— never to be heard from again.

A scoff breaks from Chrissy’s pastel pink lips as she swipes more powder blue eyeshadow on her lids in the mirror. “I don’t know what my brother sees in her.”

The high encompassing Eddie falters for a split second. Chad Cunningham? What the fuck would Tooty want to do with him?

“Damn, tell me how you really feel,” Eddie says, rolling his eyes and inhaling from his cigarette, “don’t hold back.”

Chrissy flips the visor up with a thud and crosses her arms, her lips twisted in a sneer, she opens her mouth to speak but Eddie shushes her when five moving figures run across the neatly mowed lawn of the Wheeler’s.

Opening the sliding door is a pimple-faced Mike Wheeler, accompanied by Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield, and you.

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Eddie says holding his hands up in protest, “watch the carpet yeah? Won’t be a shaggin’ wagon if the carpet is stomped all to hell you little gremlins.”

“Fuck dude,” Dustin speaks, sliding next to Mike on the floor, “you gonna give us upholstery lessons or are we going to this party?”

Mike and Lucas laugh as Eddie takes off before the door is even shut. Screaming into the night like a bat out of hell. Passing out cigarettes from a crumbled pack you kept in the breast pocket of the same ratty flannel you wore almost daily, everyone leans forward to catch the flame at the same time. Inhaling deep and choking back smoke against baby pink lungs.

Eddie wasn’t your favorite person but if he was one thing: it was reliable. He’d show up in his van, rolling up on the last remnants of weed whenever you called him. Day or night, rain or shine wherever you were— he’d drop whatever he was doing to pick you up.

Like the time Mike had left you at Benny’s after falling asleep in the red cracked booth following a late night movie premiere of Cujo. A quick dial to the Munson trailer, with a worried Benny behind you, after a couple of monotonous dial tones an out of breath Eddie answered grumpily reassuring you he’d be there soon.

Ten minutes later the blaring tunes of DIO were heard faintly as his van roared down the street, foregoing stop signs and swerving all over the place.

Benny raised an eyebrow and gave Eddie a pointed finger grunting: get her home safe.

Eddie greeted you with a stupid smile and deep dimples, threatening Mike’s life and his Hellfire spot for leaving you behind.

“Don’t make this a habit,” he scolded lightly, eyes red and higher than a kite, his boots were untied and his hair was sticking out in every direction, “Eyeball will skin me alive.”

You roll your eyes and put your feet on the dash, “Kev doesn’t even know I’m gone.”

Tapping the brakes Eddie laughs deep when you lunge forward, millimeters from almost smacking your head on your knees. “You know my rule, feet down little T.”

The night was young and you were filled with a naivety that coursed through your veins. With Eyeball at college your parents were rarely home, and you spent every waking minute you could with the boys, Max and El. A group of unruly teens, knobby knees and bad haircuts. The summer was barely at its peak, and you couldn’t wait to live it.

“Alright you little brats,” Eddie joked, pulling into Rick’s driveway, “no humping, no grinding, don’t take anything if you aren’t sure of what it is, and you all owe me $5 for the ride here and supplying you little degenerates with the best weed and warm beer in all of Hawkins.” He goads with a warm smile and jumps out of the van, leaving Chrissy to readjust her hair and makeup for the tenth time in the fifteen minute drive to get out to Lover’s Lake.

Filing out of the van one at a time, everyone slaps an Abe Lincoln into Eddie’s upturned palm. When it’s your turn he quickly closes his hand and you give him an annoyed look.

A look of concern colors his brow as he peers into your face, “Are you seriously dating Chrissy’s brother?”

Turning your lip up in defense, you scowl at the accusation, “so what if I was?” You gonna run and tell Kev about it?”

Eddie didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Eyeball’s fury, having seen for himself how Eyeball could fight the biggest of assholes at the Hideout, and he damn sure as hell didn’t want to see you on that end either. “Nah,” he chides, pocketing the bills into his chain wallet and standing with his hands on his hips, chest out, “what the hell do you think I am some shithead narc? I just didn’t think that you’re old enough to date.”

Snarling a grin and pushing his shoulder you answer sarcastically, “Are you my mother? Stop smoking Munson, you’re turning into a softie.” Traipsing past him you quickly run inside to find your friends, feet crunching on the gravel.

What the hell got into him?

—

The party is buzzing and so are you, two drinks in and a hit from Jonathan’s blunt and you’re dancing with Max, El and Will around the living room.

Tears flood Will’s eyes but he won’t say what’s wrong. Lately when he drank, he always seemed to get a little gloomy and dark. Whatever was bothering you he’d never tell, just going on about how it’s not fair. Only for the next day to claim he didn’t remember.

In a blurring spin from El’s outstretched hand, you can make out Steve Harrington. His tongue was wrapped around some blonde girl’s throat. Hands cupping her ass like she might float away. He wore his sunglasses in the house pretending like he really was fit to be “King”.

King Douche of Hairspray Island

Nancy and Jonathan are whispering close together slow dancing to a song no one can hear but them. Her stylish hair and clothes always fit her like she was straight from a Gap catalog.

Eyeing you, she waves and blows you a kiss. One you pocket and blow back. You’ve come to know Nancy quite well this last school year. Being one of your best friend's older sister’s she was cool and grown up.

Showing Max, El and yourself the proper way to wear makeup without looking like a cheap tramp.

“I don’t care if it is popular, blue is not a shade for anyone’s eyes.” Her makeup lessons earned an eye roll from Max, but you and El took special interest in it.

Collapsing onto the couch after Girls Just Wanna Have Fun ended; Will, Max and El all fall into a fit of giggles, you are breathless and your legs feel like freeze pops before they’re frozen. Being drunk and spinning around wasn’t the best of combinations but it was a blast.

A wayward glance towards the makeshift poker table in the small kitchen has Will wiping his eyes, rushing to the bathroom, excusing himself with a rushed “gotta pee.”

Finishing the last swallows of a lone beer sitting atop the barely standing coffee table, Max tosses the empty can behind her and leans forward, turning her head towards your direction, her eyes squinting into a serious glare, “you really gonna date that weasel dick Chad Cunningham?”

El’s face lights with devilish delight and you roll your eyes. Chad Cunningham was in your grade, and more popular than anyone you hung out with. Exceptionally good at sports and school, he was a dreamboat for any girl to set sail with. A future of wealth and riches lying at your feet. And he had been laying on his advances thick.

Plucking a cigarette from the crumbled pack in your shirt pocket, you offer the redhead a drag after taking a long inhale.

“Jesus,” you breathe through a cloud of smoke, “I swear I’m gonna kill Lucas.”

Max only laughs, poking your ribs with a slight jab of her unpainted fingernail, red from a picked stubborn hangnail, “Lucas couldn’t keep a secret if someone paid him too.”

Lucas and Chad played on the same baseball team, and it was he who said he would put in a good word to you for Chad. Apparently they were talking about more than just batting averages at practice.

Stealing the cigarette from your mouth, Max slots it between her own chapped lips, inhaling and blowing the smoke upwards as she falls back into the couch.

Lighting another cigarette, you listen to Max’s scoffing noises as Eddie runs through the living room, shirt off wearing cutoff denim shorts and boots, a screaming Chrissy over his shoulder as he trots towards the dock. Her high pitched whines are faint as there are two splashes into the lake, one after another.

“We’ve talked on the phone once, maybe twice,” you offer the small information as a gift, waiting for your two best friends to pull the pink satin bow and open it revealing the secret surprise. “Just lucky my mom didn’t get to the phone before I did.”

“No shit,” El hums around a can of Pabst, a wicked smile evident on her lips, “so what did he say?!”

The three of you dive into a giggly drunk conversation about boys, laughing at how awkward they were, how dumb they could be, ending the conversation still unsure whether or not you would give in to Chad’s charm. He was cute after all.

He wasn’t like you, while your family wasn’t poor, Chad’s family was extremely wealthy. They were all matching outfits for family pictures and lately your parents were gone more than they were home. Hushed whispers and teary eyes from your mother.

You didn’t know what was going on, maybe they would be getting a divorce? Maybe you’d be like Max and live in the trailer park after whichever parent decided to stay in Hawkins. Between the choice of living with your mom or dad, you’d rather sleep in a dog kennel.

Of all the girls in the school, Chad had chosen you. The sleepless nights on the phone were nothing but sweet talk. Telling you how pretty you were, calling you honey bun, how he couldn’t get you out of his head. Teasing him and telling him he was crazy, his flirting only deepened. Creating a pocket of desire and questions of what if? burrowed deep into your skin. Warming your heart with each peel of his words cozying inside of it.

He even left flowers on your window sill in the middle of the night so you could wake up to the smell of wildflowers drying in the growing sun of the dewy morning.

He was a charmer. And he’d charmed you right to a fit of heated cheeks and butterfly stomach aches.

When you saw Chrissy’s blonde hair in Eddie’s van you almost expected to see him in the back. Stomach sinking when he wasn’t stuffed into the grungy van.

Last night he made you promise to call when you were done hanging out with your friends. A promise you weren’t sure if you would keep or not.

El slinked from the couch and joined Mike and the rest of the boys playing their drunken hands at poker. Losing every cent of allowance and weeks worth of mowing yards in Hawkins to Steve and a piss drunk Tommy.

Max and Lucas were wrestling on the floor now, his deep skin turning a violent shade of purple only seen on plums from Max having him in a headlock, making him swear to stop calling her Pippy due to her choice of hairstyle.

The scent of murky lake water infused with green algae and harsh whiskey fogged your brain, tiny droplets of water slid down your cheeks, making you question how many beers you actually had. Putting your head on the cushion and looking back revealed Eddie, standing behind you in all his stupidity and brainless head banging to Heaven and Hell. One hand clutched around a bottle of Jack Daniels by the neck, his rings clacking loudly around the glass, the other pinched a fat joint. One wet boot on the back of the couch.

“Trailer Park run out of water again?” you spit, making a show of wiping your face with the back of your hand and sitting farther away from the metal head menace. Kev’s friend or not, Eddie was a special kind of jackass. Loud, ruthless, a real mother fucker, but come hell or high water, he was loyal to his friends. But shit, even an old porch dog is.

Eddie made a voice and chuckled deep, taking a large inhale from the joint, the paper crinkling against the orange burnt end. Blowing big O’s around your face, he merely grins, “you’re too kind to me little T,” he gathers his hair and wrings it out over your head, leaping over the back of the couch landing next to you with a sopping squelch sound of wet denim slapping against polyester, “better ease up on that sweetness or someone might think you’re not made of piss and vinegar.”

Kicking him away from you he only laughs harder ow stop you’re hurting me ow, he breaks out through choked laughs at your attempt to throw him off the couch.

When you have him pinned against the arm rest, your dirty white converse pressed into the slab of graffitied alabaster that makes up his back, he gently grabs your ankle and tosses your feet off of him in a swift throw.

Crossing your arms in a stubborn fashion you deliver one more kick into his side before retreating your legs in a pretzel beneath you, taking the joint from his outstretched hand as a peace offering. Hard to deliver kicks when your feet felt like they were stuck in brownie batter thick mud.

After a few hits, droopy eyes, and Eddie’s dripping curls down his back and onto the woven beige fabric of Rick’s couch, Eddie lets out a loud sigh, taking a pull from the whiskey bottle he still was nursing.

“Thought Eyeball was supposed to come home this summer?”

The question is more of a statement from Eddie as you lazily shrug your shoulders and find intense concentration on the frayed edges of your shorts. Fingers rolling the edges until the fabric is warm and sweaty.

“Dunno, precious Kev hasn’t said much since he went out East, nobody has.”

“Ohh c’mon,” Eddies velvet voice hums deep through his high, eyes barely open, “your rents aren’t that bad.”

Blowing hot breath through your lips you mimic a balloon, giggling at the way your lips feel with each wiggly vibration against your them. “Next. I’m not talking about my feelings with you when you’re higher than Willie fuckin’ Nelson.”

“Rocky Mountain High,” Eddie grins, tipping the neck or the Jack Daniel’s bottle to his lips.

Heckling him you correct, “That’s… John Denver …dumbass— ,” a yawn escapes your mouth, brain functioning on low as the high creeps into your brain, an unannounced nap knocking on your eyelids.

The couch dips with Eddie’s weight as he reaches for a blanket and tosses it to you, “Kid, I don’t know how you and Eyeball are related,” he presses, laughing at the way your eyes heavily blink back at him, “you can’t hang.”

The slowest fuck you rolls of your tongue, the living room fading in your vision you can almost taste the insult rolling around your mouth.

His idle smile falls into a frown, eyebrows pulled inward, eyes looking over your head you train your eyes to follow his gaze.

The noise of Chrissy’s bubbly giggle as she emerges from Rick’s bedroom, catches your attention. She’s wearing a pair of his boxers and a worn heather gray shirt, faded kelly green writing reading, Hawkins Athletic Dept 1980. Her eyes are twinkling with each murmur from Rick’s slack mouth, bent low to her ear, neither of them seeing Eddie sitting on the couch.

Stepping into the low hanging lights in the living room, Rick quickly gestures to Chrissy’s nose and she hastily wipes at it with the back of her hand.

You knew very little of Chrissy other than her family lived on the golf course in a lavish house with a perfectly manicured yard. One boy, one girl, perfect cookie cutter JC Penney catalog assholes.

Last year, you, Dustin and Mike threw three dozen perfectly shaped, white eggs at their front door on Halloween. While Will and Lucas rang the doorbell and Max lit the brown papered sack filled to the brim of Forest Hills Trailer Park’s finest dog shit.

There were wanted ads in the Hawkins Post for weeks about any known whereabouts of the “hoodlums” who defaced private property.

And Joyce Byers stood her ground on not knowing anything when Chief Hopper begrudgingly stomped his way from his police cruiser to the lonely woman’s door. Nevermind her receipt from Bradley’s Big Buys that was identical to what was used in the Halloween crimes of 1984.

It truly was a mystery.

Chrissy didn’t talk to you or any of your friends when you all hung out with Eddie and that was perfectly fine with you, she seemed on edge and would scowl anytime Eddie wasn’t paying her attention or waiting on her hand and foot. At the very least she looked to be in desperate need to fucking relax.

Her wide pupils scan the living room and stop on Eddie. The innocence of Bambi struck the blues in her eyes.

The couch shifts as Eddie stands on firm boots and makes his way to Rick and Chrissy. And before you can crane your neck to hear the conversation, Dustin throws himself down beside you, grabbing the blanket in a yank.

“Pretty sure I’ve figured out the physics of the beer bong,” he says as he flips your legs on his lap.

Before long your eyelids have taken the shape of sandbags and you’re fast asleep. Left on the couch after Dustin’s lengthy explanation of the correct number of breaths taken before the beer bong rendered you to a peaceful dream state.

When you wake by being lightly shaken by a sober-looking Eddie, his warm dark eyes swim with anger and look too wet, and his smile doesn’t match his eyes, “let’s go, kid,” he looks around wildly, on edge, “you’re drunker than a skunk— it’s time to go.”

You’re incoherent as you try to stand, a dizzy spell capturing you in a wave and you feel like you're underwater. Looking around you don’t recognize anyone but Eddie. Rick’s is packed with faces you don’t know.

Not wanting to be there for another second, Eddie grabs your wrist, squats low in front of you and throws your arms around his neck. He wraps the smooth crook of his elbows into the back of your knees, wearing you like a drunk backpack.

A piggy back ride that left your face in the curly, tangled tufts of his drying hair, the tang of weed and lake water stinging your nose as you bury your chin into his shoulder.

A cool blanket is on you when you open your eyes and become a little more alert. You’re in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van, a cigarette hangs limply from his lips as he’s muttering something to himself. It’s dark, and no music is playing. An odd thing for him.

A quick glance around and you see that no one else is with you. A street lamp shines through the windows and you can see Eddie’s knuckles are painted with a deepened glossy red substance.

“Eddie?”

He doesn’t hear you immediately so you repeat his name. His head turns sharp towards you and the blazed look of rage emits from his face. If it were a look from anyone else you’d be terrified. He quickly softens his eyes.

“Everyone’s at Steve’s,” he says quickly, “the kids, Nancy, Jonathan.. we’re heading there—that cool?”

Confused but unable to concentrate a single thought on why the fuck Eddie would be taking you to Steve mop head Harrington’s house, you nod in agreeance. Fighting sleep but losing.

“.. okay okay okay! Explain to me again what the hell happened, I was helping Lucas get Max in my car when it went down.”

“Ouch! Jesus Chr—“

“Sorry!”

“.. they were eyeing her man, all of them! — it was— fuck!”

*glass breaks against a wall*

“Who Chrissy?”

“No, Tooty!”

“Oh my God.. Munson. Who were they?!”

“I don’t know man, I’ve— I’ve never seen them before… fuck this I’m going back there— gonna snap their fucking necks!”

“Stop, this needs to get cleaned or it’ll get infected!”

“Henderson, weren't you sitting by her? Where the hell were you?!.”

“I was Steve! fuck— I just had take a piss, I was gone for like 2 minutes and then I heard the yelling…”

“Christ! Did they touch her?!”

“No,” a tearful voice warbles, “Eddie knocked out that big fucker and the rest of them backed off.”

“I fucking swear to God— Harrington, I will slit their throats if I see them again!”

“I know dude I know, me too.”

“She’s asleep. Max and El are staying with her in the guest room upstairs, I think we should all get some sleep it’s fucking 3 in the morning.”

“Nope, all due respect Wheeler— I can’t.”

“Ed—”

“Fuck! I won’t go back there, alright? But I can’t just lay down and go to bed— not after this..”

The weary eyed stubborn watchdog waits til dawn, aching back from the wall he’s propped up against and bruised knuckles sting with tightness. Flipping the steel end of an old pocket knife open and closed.

Steve stayed up with him for a while, a bat with nails protruding from every which way in a death grip in his fist.

Eddie didn’t think he actually was all that bad, underneath all that hairspray he could tell he’s a genuine person— lost on the surface of money, name brand clothes and expensive cologne.

The two of them made a pact that night that the kids would be protected at all costs, two guardians in the halls for them in high school in the fall. The jock dickheads who crashed Rick’s party amongst them, but the threat behind Eddie’s fist evident in the broken jaw of the football captain behemoth. No longer able to to take the Tigers to a state championship or try to have his way with a younger drunk girl at a party.

Both Eddie and Steve decide that in the morning if you didn’t remember what happened— it would die there, a protective secret amongst new friends.

🧡

see you in volume xi

[flower-slut004]

I know you’ve done an ABC for Benny Weir but could you make a NSFW version??? If not that’s totally ok!!

NSFW- Benny

(my computer is acting funny so if you see any mistakes please tell me :) )

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

Benny attempts to give you a shoulder massage but it ends up in a tickle fight.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his fingers not only because his magic comes out of them but because you fall into the palm of his hand just by wiggling them.

He's a boob man. He loves squeezing them and sleeping on them as well. Your nipples are always sensitive as well so he knows what to do when he wants to hit your weak spot.

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

Benny would be scared to get you pregnant so he'll either cum on your tits (his favorite) or on your face.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to use magic during sex to make it more exciting, but you don't trust it since so many spells have gone wrong before.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He was a virgin when he met you. You were a virgin when you met him. You were each other's firsts.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes you being on top so your boobs hang in his face as you're riding his cock.

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

Your giggles are equally pleasing to him as is your moans. He loves feeling your muffled giggle against his skin as he skims your sides.

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

Benny is completely shaven.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Benny wants you to swoon to the nines so anything you can think of, he has it. Roses, candles, cheesy ass, and candy.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Benny gets flustered when he has to turn to masturbating. He thinks of you and opens his phone up to view your photos.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Benny is 100% into roleplay. Like Star Wars roleplay.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Benny isn't as creative more because he's scared of getting caught, his favorite place would be his place.

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

To get Benny going all you have to do is either suck on a straw, apply lipstick, or wear something that shows off your cleavage.

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

Public sex is a big no for him, he gets scared.

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

Benny is too shy to say it but he likes it when you suck on his dick. Don't get him wrong, he loves seeing your face scrunches up in pleasure but he feels like he eats you out the wrong way. He's willing to practice on you though.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Benny is slow and sensual. He isn't at the rough and fast stage yet. He doesn't want to hurt you.

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

You love them, he not so much. You just love seeing the blush on his face as you suck his cock when Ethan is downstairs getting popcorn.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Define risks, he'll ask. He's wary about it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Benny can go one round but for a long ass time.

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

Benny gets flustered when you even mentioned you went shopping at Spencer's. He doesn't own any toys.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

More like you. You tease Benny all the time. He's begged you to stop before but you can't help it, you love his sheepish smile.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Benny is in between loud and quiet. He usually muffles himself by burying his head in your neck.

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

You were riding him and while you were on top, Benny tried to catch one of your boobs in his mouth only to be hit in the face by it. You couldn't stop laughing and Benny couldn't stop grumbling.

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

Benny is a good 7 in.

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

If you ask Benny, he'll nod so hard his head might fall off. He'll also drop hints here and there as well.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He'll make sure you're comfortable and play Star Wars in the background. Then he's out like a light.

[pascalpanic]

m a s t e r l i s t

hey, I’m Josie! I adore Pedro Pascal and his characters, so here’s my masterlist. enjoy! I always enjoy feedback or criticism, so feel free to interact, shoot me a DM or an inbox message! requests for fics or hcs are always welcome as well :)

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D i n  D j a r i n

Stubborn

Mirdal’ika

Mesh’la Kaab

Atin’la

He Is My Home

Sweet Talk**

The Bantha

Popping Pearls and Purple Skies

Irrational

Cooking in the Crest

Trust is a Luxury

F r a n k i e  M o r a l e s

Alpha Beta Charlie- A Frankie Morales Story (not x reader)

Tiny Dancer

Prom Date

Backseat**

Before The Next Teardrop Falls

Benny’s Girl

Pilot’s Hands**

Drunk Words / Sober Thoughts / Designated Driver

Let Go**

Sunscreen

Appendicitis

Good Boy**

Spicy-Sweet

Tangled Up**

At Last

The Graveyard Shift

Fixer Upper | Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Fight Night

Miller Morales Mechanic Shop universe

Experience**

Study Buddy

J a v i e r  P e ñ a

Spitfire**

Blood, Sweat, and Tears- Series | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten** | Epilogue

Fooled Around and Fell In Love

F*ck Around and Find Out**

Hazy Vision**

Always Been Yours

Cigarette Daydreams

Caffeine Rush- Series Masterlist

Angel**

Burning The Midnight Oil

Covetous

Bottom Drawer**

Papa Peña

M a x w e l l  L o r d

Winnie the Pooh Pajamas**

Lipstick Stain**

Conferences

Overdoing It

A g e n t  J a c k  “W h i s k e y”  D a n i e l s

Just One Mission

Burnin’ Love**

‘Nilla Bean

M a r c u s  M o r e n o

Sparring**

Making Moves

Tik Tok Tyranny

Sirenita

Bake Sale

E z r a (P r o s p e c t)

Twelve Hours to Pickup**

M a r c u s P i k e

Picture Perfect

Thursdays**

Begin Again | Part One | Part Two

M i s c e l l a n e o u s

Multiple Character Headcanons

Drabbles and Single-Character Headcanons

[thirstworldproblemss]

twp’s Masterlist

Welcome! 

I’m twp. I write very slowly. So far it’s all second person reader-insert fics (mostly female readers, mostly smut) for Pedro Pascal characters, associated fandoms, and now Moon Knight & Spiderverse, apparently. My readers are intended to be “blank slates” unless otherwise specified—please let me know if I mess this up.

I’m also on ao3 under the same name if you prefer to read there, but tumblr is the best place to find my fics—I post here first and don’t always get things transferred quickly (...or at all 😅)

Some Things to Note:

Ratings:  I’m using the ao3 content ratings (General-Teen-Mature-Explicit). Mature & Explicit works are for adults (18+ ONLY); see individual stories for specific content warnings

"Mature content": If you are an adult and want to be able to see my racier stories, you may need to check your settings (Settings -> scroll down to Content You See -> Community Labels -> Mature -> show)

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The Mandalorian ~ Din Djarin

Grenade (ao3)  [Din x gn!reader, T, 2.9k]  Din seems to think it doesn’t matters if he gets injured. You disagree.   (mild angst with a happy ending)

It’s All About What You Want & part 2  (ao3)  [Din x f reader, E, 21k]  Omega!Reader starts to feel differently about her Alpha employer, Mando, during a stopover on a planet with an unusual social hierarchy.  (A/B/O dynamics, idiots to lovers, smut)

Headcanons & Ficlets:

Kindness [f reader, T, 0.6k]

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The Mentalist ~ Marcus Pike

An Acquired Taste (ao3)  [Marcus x pregnant f reader, E, 3.7k]  Marcus discovers a new kink  (pwp, smut, lactation kink)

A Warm Welcome Home & part 2 (ao3)  [Marcus x f wife!reader, E, 11k]  Marcus’s wife (& toddler) welcome him back home after a long case  (smut, fluff, kidfic, more smut)

One of Those Days (ao3) [Marcus x f wife!reader, E, 2.8k]  Marcus comes home late and helps you feel better after a long day  (loving smut, in the aWWH ‘verse, but you don’t need to read that first)

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Moon Night ~ Steven Grant, Marc Spector

Red Flags (ao3) w/ @astroboots​ [Steven x f reader, Marc x f reader, E, 108k, completed fic, open-ended series]  Dating sweet Steven means ignoring a few red flags along the way. (get-together fic: falling fast & slow burn style, smut but also a bit of plot stuff in there)

Fit to Burst (ao3) w/ @astroboots [Steven x f reader x Marc, E, 3.5k, oneshot]  Marc decides to teach you a lesson when you mistake him for Steven  (pwp smut, overstimulation)

Mirror’s Edge (ao3) w/ @astroboots  [Marc x f reader x Steven, E, 6.4k words, oneshot]   You ask Marc to edge you, but quickly realize you’re in over your head  (pwp smut, edging)

Love Bites w/ @astroboots [(pre-Marc x) f reader x Steven, E, 4.9k words, oneshot] Marc wakes up with a lot of hickeys in the mirror. (yearning, angst, smut, RF 'verse)

Kiss Me Again w/ @astroboots [Marc x f readers (x Steven), E, 3.5k, oneshot] You discover that Marc has a thing for lipstick; semi-sequel to Love Bites. (smut, RF 'verse)

Closer w/ @astroboots [Jake x f reader (x Steven, x Marc), E, 5.6k words, oneshot] Jake checks an item off his bucket list, and you both thoroughly enjoy yourselves. (pwp smut, anal)

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Triple Frontier ~ Frankie Morales

In the Still of the Night (ao3) [Frankie x f reader, E, 8.7k]  Frankie “Big Dick (Bigger Libido)” Morales wakes up in the middle of the night wanting you. (pwp, yearning smut, loving smut; it’s all smut here)

Headcanons & Ficlets:

Frankie agrees to eat you out in front of the other TF boys [f reader, M, 1k]

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Triple Frontier ~ Multi

Blanket ‘Verse Masterlist (ao3) | (ongoing series) [Frankie Morales x F soldier reader x Benny Miller]

Heat Wave (ao3) w/ @astroboots​​  [Frankie x f reader x Benny, E, 2.2k]  On the return from a mission in the desert, the heat gets to Frankie.  (pwp, threesome fantasy smut)

*Blanket Me in Your Love (tentative title)  [FxRxB, unfinished]  The get-together fic where it all goes down. (sadly not posted yet)  - Teasers: [1] [2] [3]

Made with Love (ao3) [FxB (w/in FxRxB), M, 1k]  Frankie has a bad night. Benny makes the morning a little better.  (emotional hurt/comfort but make it silly, implied sexytimes) .

BV Headcanons:  Benny Chooses His Own Adventure [FxRxB, E, 2.6k] // .

Fic in @astroboots​’ Homecoming verse (ongoing) [Santiago Garcia x f wife!reader x Frankie Morales]

You can’t always get what you want w/ @astroboots​  [Frankie x Santi (w/in SxRxF), E, 1.7k words]  Frankie and Santiago get a moment to themselves  (m/m smut, ass worship)

Not Smart, Very Stupid Games [Santi x f reader (w/in SxRxF), E, 7.5k]  Santiago Garcia is not the most patient man, but that doesn’t mean he can’t learn… right? (smut, edging, comfort, ....humor?)

Telephone Call w/ @astroboots [Frankie x f reader x Santi, E 3.8k] You and Santiago can be very distracting when Frankie is on a call. (teasing smut)

Heatwave w @astroboots [Santi x f readers (x Frankie), E, 4k] You and Santiago try to occupy yourselves during another heatwave in Florida. (fluffy smut)

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Misc Pedro Pascal Characters

Misc Headcanons & Ficlets

Ezra:  Ezra is too verbose for his own good (ao3) [f reader, E, 1k] // .

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Other Miscellaneous

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse ~ Miguel O'Hara

Rainy Night Patrol (ao3) w/ @astroboots [Miguel x f reader, E, 5.0k]   Miguel comes home after a night of patrolling with a lot of pent up tension to find you sound asleep. (pwp, smut, somnophilia)

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That’s all for now.  Sorry, folks! (Though you can check out my wips tag to see what’s I have in the works)

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🧡 twp

[santigarcia]

we’ll meet again

a ww2 au santiago ‘pope’ garcia x reader x frankie ‘catfish’ morales fic~

rating: m for smut; threesomes, some war violence

word count: 3.5k

summary: You’re in a relationship w/ Santi and Frankie and they both are drafted for the war; you anxiously await their return home.

a/n: ive been wanting to do a santi x reader x frankie fic for a while now, but i wanted to do something different w/ mine! just wasn’t sure how! until i got this ww2 idea~ so i hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated

thank you @huliabitch​ for this aesthetic!!!!!

xx

We’ll Meet Again

Santiago Garcia whistles a tune while he checks the mail. He’s on his lunch break from work and he decided to come home to see you. The mail is downstairs in the lobby of your apartment building. He fishes his keys out of his pocket still whistling the tune.

Frankie Morales is right behind him; he had the same idea to come see you at lunch during his break.

“You wanna get mine out too?” Frankie asks, Santi nods not turning his head. He knows Frankie’s voice.

He knows a lot more about Frankie than the average person should. These two men are in a relationship with you. The three of you share an apartment.

You’re up there waiting for them to come home right now, and both men have a spring in their step. Until Santi pulls out two identical envelopes from the mailbox. He doesn’t have to open it to know what it is. He hands Frankie his letter. Santi stands still, while Frankie tears open the letter, his eyes scanning the document, all the color leaving his face.

“We can’t tell her,” Santi holds his hand up, he’s calm as he tries to process this.

“She sure as fuck is going to notice that we’re gone! How are we going to keep this a secret?”

“No man, I mean we don’t tell her we got drafted yeah? We tell her we volunteered.”

“How is that better? That we chose to leave her?”

“Fuck I don’t know,” Santi sighs and brushes his hand over his face.

The light clack of heels on the floor turns their heads, and they are greeted with your smiling face. Your hair perfectly curled and red lipstick swept across your lips. Normally their tongues would wag at the sight of you, but there’s too much fear and uncertainty running through their minds.

“Hi boys,” you greet them with a smile, unaware of what news they hold in their hands and is just waiting on the tips of their tongues.

“Hey honey,” Santi greets you with a kiss to your cheek. He’s better at acting than Frankie.

When you turn to Frankie, you see the worried look on his brow, and the letter in his hand.

“What’s that?” you ask him, your voice catching in your throat. You know what it is, but you don’t want it to be true.

“Baby,” Santi brings the attention back to him. He takes a deep breath about to tell you when Frankie cuts him off.

“We volunteered.”

Santi gives him a look of surprise that he said it, but you don’t see it. You feel sick to your stomach.

“Both of you?” you reach for Santi to steady yourself; you feel dizzy. Frankie reaches for you to keep you upright. “When? When do you leave?”

“Next week.”

Tears begin to fall down your cheeks. You aren’t angry, you’re scared. The loves of your life are leaving for war. There’s a high chance they won’t come home.

You try to soak up as much of them as you can in the next week, but there’s an ever-present darkness over your lives. The next few days fly by, even amidst the fear and anxiety that fills your little apartment. Before you know it, you’re at the station saying goodbye to your boys.

Soldiers in uniform are everywhere, and many others like you are saying goodbye to their sweethearts, their sons, or their fathers. There’s a bitter feeling in the air, tears are on many faces.

“At least the last image I see of you boys is how handsome you both look in your uniforms,” you sniffle, trying to make light of this situation. You smooth your hand over Santi’s broad shoulders and straighten Frankie’s crooked tie.

The train whistle blows it’s the last call to board. They have to go.

“Santi,” you reach for him. His gorgeous eyes are sad, but his eyebrows lift when you call his name. Your hand rests on his chest over his heart. “Don’t be too reckless. Keep an eye on Frankie.” Your other hand cups his face, stubble already growing in from his shave this morning. You move your hand up to touch at his hair just above his ear, his uniform hat hiding his greying curls from you. “You’re so smart and brave, use that to your advantage. But stay out of trouble.” You kiss his cheek, then he kisses your forehead when he sees the tears in your eyes.

“Frankie,” you turn to him, your hand still on Santi’s chest. “Be brave. It’s ok to be scared. Don’t let Santi be stupid.” His lips quirk up in a smile, and you feel Santi’s chest when he chuckles. You touch Frankie’s face and kiss his cheek too. “Don’t shave off that mustache. Let your kindness shine through during this. You’re so much stronger than you know.” You let out a sob and he wraps you up tight in a hug. “I don’t want you to go,” you tell him.

Santi’s hand comes to rest on your back, and he gently pulls you from Frankie to hug you one last time.

When you look at their faces you smile through your tears seeing you left a lipstick stain on each of their cheeks. You reach in your purse for your handkerchief, but Santi grabs your wrist, “leave it.” He says with a soft wink.

They each give you one more kiss then they turn and board the train.

That first night is one of the worst. For so long you’ve had not one, but two men in your bed keeping you safe, keeping you company. Now this bed feels so empty and cold.

It isn’t easy for them either. It’s not until they sit down on the train that the gravity of the situation hits them both. It’s here where they meet with two brothers, Will and Benny. All these men here are in the same situation, leaving home behind to go to war.

Basic training is up first for the boys, and Frankie struggles. He throws up on the first day, Santi claps him on the back telling him it’ll be alright – and he doesn’t just mean his stomach.

Santi intends to keep his promise to look out for Frankie, he’s family.

The boys write to you as much as they can, even when they’re shipped out overseas. Their letters serve as a comfort for all three of you. For you it’s knowing they’re alive, for them it’s a chance to think about something else, something better – you.

Santi is formal in his letters, precise. His handwriting is neat. His words are comforting, romantic, and full of sexual things he’d like to do with you when he gets home. He tells you about what’s going on as much as he can and tells you funny stories about Frankie, he hopes will make you laugh. He tells you about how he and Frankie have nicknames now. How he’s Pope and Frankie is Catfish. He tells you that he looks at the photo you gave him often, wishing to hold you again.

You like to imagine what Santi looks like when he writes. Maybe he’s in a tank top, arms dirty from the mud. A cigarette hanging loose between his lips. It’s much better to think of the alternative, which in reality Santi is in the mud, but he’s cold. Writing to you from a dim flashlight, hearing the sounds of shells exploding in the distance.

Frankie writes the way he talks, it’s simple and sweet and direct. His handwriting is messy, and his letters bring you a different kind of comfort. He tells you that he’s got his eye on Santi. That he too looks at the picture you gave him. How much he misses your warmth, your laugh. How he wants to take you out dancing when he gets home. You can tell by the way he writes that he’s sad. But there’s a change in him too that brings you comfort; he’s finding his courage.

What he doesn’t tell you is the ridicule they’ve gotten for “fuckin’ the same broad.” When everyone was showing off photos of their girls, someone snatched your picture out of Frankie’s hand. In Frankie’s photo, you’re smiling bright – a smile just for him. In Santi’s photo, you’re blowing a kiss to him.

Frankie almost punched the guy for talking about how sweet your pussy must be for two men to want it. Santi had to bite his tongue as he pulled Frankie back.

When you write to the boys, you tell them what you’ve been up to. How holidays and birthdays are terrible without them home. How you are helping out with the cause in whatever way you can.

What you don’t tell them is the nightmares that plague your mind. Graphic depictions of their deaths. It’s hard enough to imagine one, but often times both of them die in your dreams.

The nightmares only seem to worsen when the letters become less and less frequent. You resort to other things to keep their memory alive while they’re gone.

The scent of Santi’s aftershave becomes a comfort. You hug Frankie’s pillow at night, so you don’t feel so lonely.

Your boys have no such comfort other than a small fading photograph and your letters sprayed with your perfume. Their lives are a living nightmare, and it continues to grow more hellish.

The worst of their nights at war is when boys reach a small German village, the enemy hiding in the homes of innocent villagers. It’s dark, all the lights in the town are out. The moon overhead, and the lights the soldiers have with them are the only way they can see.

Santi volunteers to take first watch.

During his walk of the perimeter, he peers around a corner and a grenade explodes. He wasn’t close enough for major shrapnel to hit him, but the force of the explosion sends his body hurling backwards. He slams into a brick wall like a ragdoll, his knees hit first. He falls to the ground hard, and it is chaos now around him, but he can barely hear it because his ears are ringing.

Frankie searches frantically for Santi, and his commanding officer Redfly, orders Frankie to stay at his position. But he doesn’t listen, he made a promise to you.

“Why don’t you just leave him eh Frankie?” he hears one of the other soldiers tease him. “The competition’s been wiped out!”

Frankie keeps looking, and finally in the early dawn he finds Santi in a heap in the mud and blood.

“The hell are you doing?” Santi groans when Frankie gets to him. Gunfire and explosions light up the morning sky around them. “Leave me man. My legs are shot.”

“I won’t leave you here,” Frankie shakes his head and leans down to pick up Santi.

“Fuck!” is all Santi can say as Frankie moves his body. “Wait, just wait. I can’t walk.”

“No shit,” Frankie almost laughs.

“I promised to keep you safe, now get out of here.”

“And I promised her I’d keep you from being stupid.”

“How’s that workin’ out for you?” Santi laughs and splutters up some blood.

Frankie leans down again and hurls Santi’s body over his shoulder. Fear and adrenaline are his only explanations for how he managed to do this.

The next thing Santi remembers is waking up in a medical tent. Both of his legs are bandaged and elevated, and he feels miserable. His ears still have a dull ringing in them. He has an awful headache, but at least his legs don’t hurt, and he can in fact feel his toes. He misses you. He wants you here. Fuck. He wants to hold your hand. For you to comb your fingers through his hair to help him calm down.

He takes in his surroundings. Men are in beds everywhere. Nurses are walking all about, checking on everyone. His best guess is he’s in the recovering area, but he can still hear muffled screams in a nearby tent of extreme trauma cases.

He feels sick to his stomach, images of war coming back to him. It’s then he sees Frankie is sitting next to him, his arm in a sling.

“What happened to you?” Santi rasps, his voice gone from not using it in a few days.

“I carried some idiot off the battlefield over my shoulder. Tore it to shit.”

“She’s not gonna be happy about this,” Santi laughs. He can only imagine your reaction, but he would love for you to fuss over him.

“We’re fuckin’ alive man. She’ll take us however we are.”

And Frankie’s exactly right. He stays with Santi until he heals. And soon after that – the war is over.

They get to come home.

You cry when you hear the news on the radio. So many lives lost, you mourn with those around you who won’t have their soldier coming home.

You’d gotten one letter from Frankie in the last few months, and one only one came you feared the worst. But in his letter, he details how Santi was hurt and doing well in recovery. You felt sick reading this letter, to be so far from those who you love when they are hurting is a pain you never experienced to this degree.

And you can’t even begin to imagine what they went through. It tugs at your heart.

The entire time they were gone, every time your phone rang – it filled you with dread. That this would be the phone call alerting you of one or both of their deaths. You never got that phone call.

But today, you’d get to hear their voices on the other end of your phone.

“Hello?” you answer, and you hear both of their voices pouring in through the phone. From what you can hear over their excited babble and your crying, they are in New York. They’re boarding a train and will be home to you tonight.

Santi’s holding the mouthpiece while he and Frankie talk into it. You wish you could see them.

“We love you, honey. We’ll be home before you know it!”

They don’t talk long because they have to board and the lines for the phones are packed full of people trying to get in contact with their families.

You hold your own phone mouthpiece to your chest after they hang up. You’re setting it on the hook to hang up when you hear a knock at your door.

Confused, you move towards it to answer.

When you open the door, there they stand. Frankie and Santi. Shoulder to shoulder in their uniforms. Their bags at their feet. Santi slowly takes off his hat when he sees you, Frankie’s chest tightens. Your hand flies to your mouth and tears fall from your eyes as you leap into their arms. Your arms wrap around their necks and you cry there in the hallway, not caring who can hear you.

They both lean in to press kisses to your cheeks. Then Santi goes for your neck while Frankie whispers affections of love in your ear. You kiss both of them on the lips, smearing your lipstick all over their faces.

Even when they set you down and you pull them into your apartment by their ties, you still have tears falling down your cheeks.

In the soft light of the apartment, you take a good look at them. It’s the first time you’ve seen their faces in four years.

They look older. There’s a look in their eyes that makes you sad, it’s hidden but you know it’s what they’ve seen that haunts them. An unspeakable weight they carry. Santi’s hair has more grey than black. Frankie still has the mustache, and he stands taller.

“I wish I had known you sneaky boys were going to be home so fast! I would have made your favorites!”

“Baby, you’re our favorite,” Santi winks as he takes a seat at the kitchen table, shrugging his bag onto the floor.

Frankie quietly walks over to the record player and puts on a slow song. He takes off his hat and smooths down his hair, only to put it back on again. He reaches for your hand and the two of you start to sway to the music.

Santi has a soft smile on his face. Just happy to see you again. Happy to be home. It’s strange to be there all together again. How are you supposed to go on now? Do you all just pick up where you left off? There’s so much that’s been seen, pain that’s been felt.

All that you know right now is how good it feels to lean your head on Frankie’s chest. Frankie guides you over to Santi, and you reach out to weave your fingers into his hair.

“You going to dance Santi?” you lean down to kiss him.

“In a minute, he deserves this one.”

You look up at Frankie as you continue to sway.

“What does he mean by that?” you ask.

“Did he not tell you?” Santi lights a cigarette and places it between his lips, pocketing the lighter. “He saved my life. Threw me over his shoulder when I couldn’t walk.”

He sugarcoats the story, it’s still to raw to talk about.

“Why didn’t you tell me in your letter?”

“I was just keeping a promise,” Frankie smiles and leans down to kiss you.

“I’ll dance with you baby, but back in that bedroom.”

“Then what are we waiting for hmm?” you reach for Santi and tug Frankie back towards your shared bedroom.

There’s heat in their eyes, and an ache you’ve all been needing to fulfill. You take your time to undress each one. You want to touch him just to make sure he’s real.

While you undress Santi, his hooded eyes are full of delight. He’s been waiting for this for four years. There’s a smirk playing on his lips as you fumble with buttons out of excitement. You slap his hand away when he tries to help, only coaxing a chuckle from his lips.

You strip him down until he’s naked, only thing on him are his dog togs dangling around his neck. He goes to lay down on the bed while you work on Frankie.

His eyes are you on, but there’s a different kind of heat in his eyes. He shudders when your hand touches the skin on his chest. He groans into your lips when you pull him in for a kiss.

“Lay down, sweetheart,” Frankie rasps. You do as he tells you and you lay next to Santi.

Parting your legs, Frankie dives in to mouth at your heat, his mustache tickling your sensitive flesh. Santi takes this opportunity to angle himself so he can mouth at your breasts and neck and your lips. His hand on your forehead groaning into your lips and on your chest.

Frankie moves his tongue over your lazily, even after you’ve reached your high, he still works his tongue over you, enjoying the taste he’s been starved of.

When he’s through, Santi rolls back over and you crawl into his lap. You’re slick and ready for him, so you sink down on him. You both shudder to feel this, the warmth you’ve both been missing. Frankie stands near you, and you reach for him – grasping his hard length in your hand you stroke him lazily while Santi thrusts up in you. Frankie slides his hand down to rub at your sex.

Feeling both of them after going without for so long has you coming hard on Santi. You shake and Santi steadies you with his hands on your hips.

Your hand is still on Frankie, and he lets go before he meant to. He wanted to be inside you, but feeling you was too much for him and he’s coming all over your side.

A couple more thrusts from Santi and he’s tossing his head back coming hard in you. You lean forward to kiss his chin and capture his groan. Then you sit back up and lean up to kiss Frankie’s lips, his hand coming to cradle your jaw.

You clench once around Santi while he softens up, and he groans again. You giggle to tease him so, and he whispers, “that’s my girl.”

You spend the rest of the night like that. Naked and laying in between your two lovers. You kiss them as deeply as you can. Listening to them tell stories, and they listen to yours. Catching up on the four years missed, it feels like a lifetime ago.

It’s strange to feel whole now that they are home, but there’s something missing too. They are not the same men as before, but you’re not the same woman. The one thing that hasn’t changed after all this time – through war and sorrow is your love for each other.

 xx

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[the-fiction-witch]

‘Big Daddies’ Daughter P1

TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY WATTS X READER RATING: SEXY

I sat at my usual table reading over some matches from my last championship replaying them looking for weakness in there and my own play. My apartment cold I could see the rain battering new york in this storm from the small windows to the outside world. It was getting late, and dark now. The power went out hours ago, the landlord came down and explained it was the storm so little I could do about it. I lit candles just enough to see what I was doing. I sipped my glass of apple juice as I didn't want coffee it would just keep me up. I jumped slightly hearing a crack of thunder across the sky and the sudden return to utter silence. I plaid on making notes of it all in my head when suddenly the loud metallic sound of a knock on my door erupted across my apartment. I jumped and froze an ice cold chill down my back.

"W-who is it?" I asked getting up from my chair stepping my bare feet across the cold floor towards my door no answer, maybe I imagined it I turned to return to my board but it knocked again louder and more aggressively. I went to the door slowly unlocking it pulling it open enough to see the dirty entrance way of my apartment, the light gone out above the door, the only light the small light in the sky outside with the rain hitting the pavement, there was someone there stood between the stairs and my door.

I saw red and black heels, fishnet stockings up beautiful legs, the rim of black petticoats under a red dress, a large white fur coat covering the body, a ciggerette in her hand close to her face her beautiful sculped curls sitting so perfectly as if she took them out her roller seconds ago. 

"Hello Benjamin" her sultry voice spoke 

"Y/n" I replied "why didn't you say it was you, come on come out the rain" I told her quickly letting her in and shutting the door locking it up tightly, I saw now her beautiful face with her sharp eye liner and bright red lipstick and umbrella in her other hand, she hung the curve of her umbrella on the hook beside my door as she looked around my apartment, I smiled widely wrapping my arms around her waist resting my head on her shoulder as I cuddled her from behind nuzzling with her fur coat "ummm I've missed you"

"Awww I've missed you too" she smiled before she pushed me away "I'm sorry I couldn't get away" she explained slipping off her coat and hanging it beside her umbrella revealing her tight halter neck red dress with a black band around her waist "what?" She asks 

"You look beautiful" I told her kissing her cheek 

"You're too sweet to me Benny" she giggled tapping nose and going down into the main part of my apartment 

"I uhh didn't know you where coming tonight" I quickly excused as I gathered up some clothes an such like left around my apartment, throwing some trash away just various making it look presentable 

"I tried to call" she says 

"Yeah powers out, maybe phone lines are down too then" I explain 

"I don't know why you stay here" she sighed sitting in my leather chair with her ciggerette 

"My alternate is?" I laughed leaning on the kitchen counter 

"You could always come live with me?" She suggested 

"Could I? Does your family even know about me?"

"My brother does, my mother does"

"When am I going to meet your family?" 

"Not yet a while" she says 

"And you think I can move in with you?"

"Touché" she sighed 

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Rosé, of you have any" she smiled

"Of course I do," I smirked getting the bottle from my fridge that I keep just for when she comes over as it's all she ever drinks doing her a glass and one for myself going over handing it to her 

"Thank you Benny" she smiled 

"Your welcome y/n" I smiled sitting on the sofa next to the chair. we clinked out glasses gently and went each to sip, as I did I felt her hand interwining with my own and I smiled holding her hand back. "Why am I a secret? From your family?"

"You know why, because daddy wouldn't like it," she smirked "daddy wouldn't like his little daughter getting… with a boy"

"Y/n, your dad is going to find out at some point"

"Not if I have anything to say about it" 

"But what are you going to do… when you really do want us to move in together or, we… wanna get married?" 

"Cross that bridge you know" 

"Alright, you know what your doing" 

"Of course I do" she smiled putting her ciggerette out in the ashtray and putting down her wine coming over to the sofa I smiled putting my wine down too as she laid her head on my chest so I wrapped my arms around her as she wrapped her own around me I smiled at her gently caressing her sweet face "what is it Benny?' she asked before she could say another word I leant down slightly and captured her sweet heavenly lips in a kiss, she kissed back instantly as we gently and slowly kissed each other our lips moving so softly and perfectly again each other. Till she pulled away 

"Something wrong?"

"No, nothing" she smiled getting up tugging my hand along with her playfully towards my bedroom… 

I smirked as I made coffee to try and wake me up. Rubbing my eyes as the kettle boiled stretching a little 

"Ow!!" I complained as I caught the bruising mark on my neck I made my coffee and went leaning on my bedroom door I couldn't stop smiling looking at y/n's beautiful body wrapped up in my bed the small sheet just covering her, her hair a mess against the pillows, her breasts moving up and down with each breath a small smile on her face as she began to stir gently moving herself in the covers "good morning" I smiled she picked her head up a little barely opening her eyes and she smiled resting her head on her hand yawning before blowing me a kiss "hi" I smiled blowing her a kiss too 

"Hi" she smiled "are you coming back to bed? Or am I going to be all lonely?" She whines 

"I'm sorry sweetheart," he smirked "I've got studying to do"

"Ummm what kinda studying is more important then crawling back into bed with your babygirl Benny?" 

“Why do you always have to act all sexy when I have other stuff to do?”

“Its fun” she giggled playfully toying with her messy hair 

"You look so beautiful in the morning"

"Do I?"

"Umm, especially when I haven't seen you in a while" 

"Is that because you miss me?" She asks laying on her stomach pressing her breasts to the mattress gently squishing them tightly against her, putting her legs up gently kicking the air in that cute little way she does the covers only just covering her arse "or because you've usually just fucked me?"

"Can't it be both sweetheart?" I asked sipping my coffee 

"Ummmm Benny" she whines 

"Yes y/n?" I smirked as she grabbed he handbag from the table by the bed getting her lipstick and her gold compact mirror fixing her lipstick from all the kissing last night, I didn't doubt I had some of the blood red lipstick on me too

"Next week's there's a wedding" she says "did you… wanna come?"

"A wedding?"

"Humm, my sister's daughter" she explained 

"So… I'll get to meet your family?"

"Yeah, I've been thinking about it"

"What made you think about it?"

"Well, what's the point teasing you in. Might as well just throw you all the way in. See if you can swim" she smirked 

"What made you think about not easing me in rather just fully pushing me in" 

"You know what" she winked 

"Do you always think about stuff when we have sex?"

"I have to lay here for twenty minutes what am I meant to do?"

"We're having sex?"

"You telling me your not thinking about chess when we have sex?"

"... Touché sweetheart, breakfast?"

"No, sorry Benny I need to go daddy wants me home" she explained wrapping the sheets around her getting up holding the sheet around her naked body she took the coffee out my hand drinking the rest and walked of towards the bathroom shaking herself a little at me as the sheet only covered her front, I smirked leaning on the door way watching her walk across my apartment completely naked from behind watching that sexy ass jiggle a little with each step "something the matter Benny?" She asked turning to me as she got to my bathroom door intentional shaking her arse at me trying to look sexy 

"Ummm… I wanna have those legs around me again baby. Uuummm I wanna get up in that sexy ass again. I wanna fuck that slutty little pussy all over again baby" I smirked quickly going over and grabbing her hips grinding my jeans against her bare arse kissing her neck "umm I won't be long, I promise you'll be home in time. Just let me have you. One more time before you go" I growled to her grabbing her breast thought the sheet 

"Next time watts if you're good" she smiled pushing me away and shutting the door to the bathroom with a little wave and blowing me a kiss. 

I woke feeling a little groggy and rough still slightly exaughted from last night, I smirked turning over to wrap my arms around her sweet body, But there wasn't a body next to mine. I groaned sitting up more rubbing my eyes seeing my bedroom empty but noise and light coming from the other side of the window so I got up getting my robe and my jeans on going out into my apartment.

I heard some music playing from the record player, the light of the early morning coming in the windows, the room warm as no doubt the pipes where hot and the air had steam, there was a sweet scent of blueberry in the air. My eyes cleared a little seeing the shower empty but a bath had clearly been run as bubbles where still up the sides, something was in the oven cooking, an ironing board up in my living room hu… I didn't think I owned a ironing board. And there in the middle of it all stood my beautiful y/n, her bear feet against the store floor, her sexy legs dancing and moving to the music her little white panties hugging her so closely and innocently, a similar rather innocent and yet full coverage bra around her tightly, her hair up in her bright blue rollers, ironing something on the board while sipping at a rather full glass of rosé, she spotted me and smiled

"Good morning benjamin" she smiled

"Why do you call me that?"

"It's your name?" 

"Yes but you are literally the only person on the planet who calls me it" 

"Morning, wake up on the wrong side of bed this morning Benny?" She asked sipping her wine 

"Well I was missing my sweetheart? How can I wake up nicely without my little snuggle?" I whined 

"Well I had stuff to do" she says 

"Did you? More important that being in bed with me?" 

"Yes" she says "we have a wedding to attend in… ohh god nine hours!" 

"Yeah, nine hours that's alot of time" 

"No it isn't Benny, you wanna be around more fine but accept now that nine hours is just enough time to get ready" she explained 

"It will not take me nine hours to have a shower and get dressed, well I need to pick out what I'm wearing actually"

'no you don't"

"I don't?"

"No I did it, I'm going to do your clothes when I'm done with my dress" she explained 

"Ooh, thanks sweetheart"

"It's fine I was worrying about what you where going to wear, and if you'd pick something presentable and then I realized it would just be way easier to choose your outfit for you" 

"Awww thanks sweetheart" I smiled giving her cheek a kiss as I went to get coffee and I had a peak in the oven "are you making upside down blueberry cake?"

"Yep for the wedding"

"Ummmm, " I smiled giving her a tight cuddle "can we get married?"

"What?"

"I wanna wake up to you half naked, with cake, having picked my clothes, ummm can we get married? So your my little wifey"

"Nope"

"Why not?"

"We can't get married for three years"

"Uuuhh...okay. why not?"

"Too many weddings already booked in, can't fit it too busy" she explained

"We can get engaged we don't have to get married until whenever you need the wedding sweetheart"

"I'll think about it Benny" she smiled giving me a kiss as she irons her dress

"What do you mean booked up? For three years? How many people in your family are getting married in the next three years?"

"Lots"

"How big is your family?"

"You'll find out" she smiled giving me a kiss “Go on have your bath or shower whatever you want to have today benny” she smiled 

“Alright, I’ll have a shower, you can iron the clothes that you’ve picked out for me” I smiled giving her a kiss and going for a shower.

[mattgrzelcyks]

get to know me meme

tagged by @mollynoble ty molly 🥰

Name: bennie

Relationship status: single

Favorite color: dark green and dark blue

Pets: i have sea monkeys and they are always mating 

Favorite food: cheese toast

Coke or Pepsi: either

Day or night: day, a bitch is afraid of the dark. it’s me, i’m bitch.

Chapstick or Lipstick: if you don’t love me at my chapped lips, you don’t deserve me full stop. my lips are always chapped. 

Text or Call: text, i will not answer a phone call unless it’s from my mum

Last song I listened to: bring him home from les mis bc i wanted to make a hockey joke @ eddie 

Favorite band/artist/groups: the only album that matters 

Any hobbies/passions: uh idk, annoying eddie, crocheting, i like playing w clay, nintendo games specifically, i’m learning to tie dye and also how to sew shit. 

i tag @jillsandwichs @connorjesup @ransonepj

[attackatosh]

Surprise quick thing because @cucksworth is an enabling thot and I got an itch to write a thing w/ Dyce and Benny

The two of them were sat just outside the border of the cove, a breeze rustling the faint shrubbery in front of them. Dyce peeked her eyes over the brush, making sure nobody was nearby before nodding over at Benny.

His arms were crossed, raising an eyebrow at her. "Why can't we just jump on the boat now? You're part of 'em, can't you just say I'm--"

"--A guest? No." She rolled her eyes, sitting back down. "Caesar doesn't take kindly to guests; you'd have to look like one of us... And i know just the way."

"I don't like where this is going."

"You don't have to." She licked her hand, rubbing it in the red clay before firmly slapping him across the face. He yowled indignantly, rubbing his cheek softly as she smacked him again, this time rubbing dirt into his hair.

"Hey! You know how long that pomp takes to perfect, doll!?" He grumbled, flailing in protest. She locked eyes with him, glaring as he slowed his protests.

"Okay, okay, *fine.* I'll play along. How long are we gonna be stuck down there?"

"At least a full day. Could you stop bitching for like, five minutes?"

"Ugh... this dirt is going to kill me."

"Only if the Legionnaires don't first." She pulled a tube of lipstick from her cleavage, applying a fresh coat to her own lips. "Hold still."

"What is *that* for?" He stiffened, shivering in surprise as she planted a firm kiss right to his neck. "O-Ohh."

"Sorry." She pulled away, smirking. "I hit a sweet spot?"

"F-For.... u-hu, under most circumstances." He ran a finger across the lipstick mark gently. "You tryin' to make someone jealous, lady?"

"Long story. Keeps the... newer ones off my ass. Literally." She looked away, cheeks slightly flushed - a guilty look in her eye. "Next time I'll ask."

"Shoulda asked the first time, but I guess it's a bit late for that." He looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "So, how much more dirt do you gotta slap me with before we're good?"

"No, you're about as crusty as you need to be." She returned the tube of lipstick to its usual place, digging through her backpack and pulling out dirt-stained armor. "Put this on. I can keep your suit in my backpack."

"I don't... gotta change in front of you, do I?"

"Not unless you wanna." She stuck her tongue out, his face turning red with blush as he buried his face in the equally-red shirt of the armor. He looked around, quickly stripping down and just as quickly throwing the armor on. "See, you look like a newbie already."

"Why aren't you in Legion armor, anyway?" He looked at her, squinting. "Ain't that gonna look suspicious?"

"You're wearing it." She said flatly. He sighed, burying his face in his hands with a low groan.

"Okay-okay. You... you know what? Let's just, get this over with and get that bunker handled."

"Caesar will want us to blow it up, I'm sure - but he won't know either way."

"He won't?"

"Like he cares, he'll feel it rumbling and assume I got the job done. We'd just have to spend the night at the Fort so it doesn't look suspicious."

"An-and what happens at night?"

"The usual." She looked at her fingernails, looking at him with a sly smirk. "Food, banter... *festivities.* It'll be like back at the Tops, but with a splash of..." She stretched a leg out, resting the heel of her boot against his knee. "Gomorrah talent."

"I ain't ever seen YOU on those poles."

"You ain't been lucky enough to." She smirked, leaning forward. He leaned back, grumbling as his head hit the dirt. "What?"

"I'm not lettin' myself get swayed THIS early in the afternoon." He grumbled, folding his arms as he laid on the ground. She laughed, shrugging as he sat back up. "I'm also not gonna let myself get any dirtier than I am."

"Yeah, says the guy who laid down in pure unfiltered dirt for like five minutes." She raised an eyebrow, snickering as he stood up. "Okay, fine. You ready, then?"

"As I'll ever be." He mumbled as she stood up, quietly taking his hand. "The hell's that for?"

"Making you seem more legit. They'll buy a 'quick recruit fling' over 'prissy fru-fru twink sulking because someone made him all dirty.'"

"I'm not a twink, lady." he rolled his eyes as she waved a hand dismissively.

"Otter. Whatever. Who cares. Just stay focused and watch me."

"Watch you what, suck off the ferryman so we get there faster?"

"Gecko do you want me to just take the Chip off you and do this shit myself?"

"UGH. Fine. Okay!" He thrust his arm out from his side, spreading his fingers in irritation as she led him down to the dock, nodding at the Cursor as the two of them sat down. "So."

"Can it." She snapped. Her voice was firm and commanding, but he could tell she was putting on an act - for some reason. "Soon as we get back to the Fort, you and I are going STRAIGHT to Caesar and YOU are going to explain what went down."

"What'd I do?!" He protested, half playing along. She smacked him, prompting another indignant yelp as the Cursor looked at them.

"You're the one that dropped the damn mark into the ravine! You realize he's gonna tear into both of us for that!"

"...Do you.... want me to pass that along?"

"No!" The both of them said in unison. Dyce sighed, mindlessly tugging on a stray lock of hair. "I may as well tell him myself, since this dimwit was my responsibility." She grumbled, elbowing him.

"Is all the abuse just so you feel better about it?" He quipped.

"No, it's so I can tell him you already GOT punished. Now SHUT IT before I toss you overboard myself!" She fake-snarled. "You fuckers can't swim in that clunky armor, that's why Caesar lets me wear this shit when I'm doing wasteland runs."

"You two... ready, then?" The Cursor asked, climbing into the boat as the two of them nodded.

[george-frost-tent]

reddie gift exchange

written by @freakytozier

prompt: “I’m sorry, I tried to buy this for you but I couldn’t get it so I made this for you instead.”

word count: 1,320

The worn out chucks thudded against the Quarry’s icy ground in a rhythmic pattern of worry. Richie Tozier frantically paced back and forth. In his hands, he fiddled with a small box that contained Ed’s gift. It wasn’t ideal, hell, it was far from perfect but Richie couldn’t help but hope his Ed would love it. Crooked glasses sliding down his nose, and his hair a mess from running his fingers through it so many times, to say Richie was worrying may have been an understatement. It was a week away from Christmas, and tonight was the Losers clubs’ gift exchange. Richie bought Big Bill a new notebook for his writing, Stan the man got a new a bird book, Bev was going to receive some cigarettes and some new nail polish, Mikey was going to get some new work boots for the farm, and Benny boy was getting a book of new poetry. And Eddie, Eddie was the hardest to shop for. Richie was going to get him a simple gift, a new comic. Sadly, in Trashmouth fashion, he panicked. He always panicked when it came to Eddie. He didn’t know what comics Eddie had, nor did he have the common sense to ask Stan or Bill. Instead, he made Eddie a mixtape, it was cheesy and full of songs the two would screech into the night (when Sonia wasn’t around). It was heartfelt, a gift that was thought out, that the very thought of Eddie hating it crushed his spirits. Instead of getting ready for the gift exchange, the trashmouth was pacing at the Quarry, the biting December air making his flesh go numb. Snot dripped from his nose, and his eyes watered from the cold, yet he couldn’t help himself. After all, the Quarry was the one place he felt calm, it was his and the Loser’s place. A place where they felt as if they belonged. It only seemed fitting that Richie would choose to panic here.  

Richie’s 30-minute pacing quickly turned to 3 hours, the sun had set long ago and Richie was sure he would get sick from the cold. Deciding to choke down his worry, Richie slung his backpack that rested on the ground that contained his friend’s gifts and decided to head to Big Bill’s. It was now or never. The gifts to his friends bounced against his back as he walked out of the Quarry and into the main street of Derry, Ed’s gift still being shuffled between his hands. The snow glistened beneath the street lamps, as Richie walked carefully down the icy sidewalk, his chucks seemingly thankful that the snow had been cleared from the sidewalk. Muttering to himself, he made up new voices and characters to pass the time, the walk to Bill’s long and Richie distracted himself from his never-ending thoughts.

Rounding the last corner, Richie faced Big Bill’s driveway, Eddie’s gift becoming heavy in his hands. Taking a deep breath, Richie puffed his chest out and walked with a slight swagger in his step. The trashmouth oozed fake confidence, a gimmick he had been practicing since day one. Knocking on the door, Richie ran his hand through his messy hair in vain attempts to fix it,

“T-T-Trashmouth T-T-Tozier, i-i-it’s g-good t-t-to see y-you man.” Bill stuttered out as he stepped aside to let Richie enter. Awkwardly standing in the doorway of the Denbrough household, the two friends exchanged soft smiles, causing Richie to let out a small chuckle,

“B-B-Big Bill, it’s good to see you too. It’s been a while eh?” Richie jokes, as Bill only nodded with a wide toothy smile. Slowly, the two walked back into the living room, where the rest of the losers sat, Richie obviously being the last to show,

“Great. You’re finally here, and to think I thought I escaped the annoying Tozier.” Stan quipped as the losers shared a small laugh, Richie puffing out his chest, his own smile spreading into a devilish smirk as his right hand smacked into his chest,

“Oh, Stan. Stan the man, that hurt. Your words have wounded me.” Richie mocked as he dramatically fell to his knees. Familiar laughter rang around the room as the group rolled their eyes at the childish behavior, in the background a familiar squeeze of an inhaler caused Richie’s heart to skip a slight beat,

“So, should we do the gift exchange now that everyone is here?” Ben asked quietly, his eyes only really focused on Bev, causing the others to share a small knowing glance. The soft-spoken loser quickly noticed where his eyes had been and turned to face Big Bill, a blush dusting his cheeks.

“Well, I don’t see why we should wait!” Mike chimed in as Bev nodded her head in agreement. Looking around the room, waiting for objections the Losers made eye contact with each person, all of them silently agreeing to begin,

“I-I-I w-w-will go f-f-first,” Bill announced, as pulled a simple bag in front of him. Taking out each gift with a sense of gentleness, the losers watched the leader hand out his gifts one by one. Stan received a bullet journal, Mike got a new hat, Ben received a book on architecture, Bev was presented with some lipstick and a flask, Richie got a book on the greatest radio show hosts, and Eddie was given a new comic. Silently Richie thanked whatever higher being that existed that he avoided getting Eddie a comic. One by one each Loser handed out their gifts. Mike got a bunch of things for his farm work, Stan a bunch of organization and bird items, Eddie a bunch of hand sanitizer and comics, Bev a lot of makeup and strange items that only their Bev would ask for, Ben received a lot of poetry and architecture items, Bill got both art and writing supplies, and Richie got a lot of books on jokes. One by one the each passed out gifts, until Richie was the last one. The trashmouth handed everyone their gifts except Eddie’s, the worn out box heavy in his hands,

Stan opened his gift first, on top was a piece of paper with a sloppily written note that read, “Happy Hanukkah!” causing Stan to let out a small laugh of disbelief,

“Do my eyes deceive me or does this really incorporate the fact that I’m Jewish?” Stan teased as he thanked Richie for the bird book. Each loser opened their gift from their loud-mouthed friend and thanked him, all until Eddie,

“So did you forget about me Rich?” Eddie asked, his annoyed tone easily read as joking, at least to the losers. Richie dramatically gasped, his mouth falling open in shock as he shook his head in disbelief,

“My dearest Eds-”

“I told you not to call me that.”

“-Do you really think  I would forget you, my love?” Eddie and the rest of the losers rolled their eyes at the antics before them, quiet giggles escaping the group,

“I merely saved the best for last,” Richie concluded as he handed the old box over to Eddie. Ever so slowly, the asthmatic boy opened the lid, to reveal a small cassette tape. Watching the way Eddie’s face held no emotion caused panic to surge through Richie causing him to do what he did best, talk,

“I-I meant to buy you a comic, but I forgot which ones you had...and I should have asked you or anybody else but I panicked? I don’t know Eds, I just- If you don’t like the gift I can get you something else, but I’m fairly certain someone important once said it is the thought that c-”

“Shut-up Trashmouth. I love it, this is an amazing gift. Thank you, Rich.” Eddie muttered, his hand gently caressing the cassette tape, a small smile resting on his lips. To say Richie was ecstatic to hear that was an understatement.  

[stormchasersims-blog]

Benni Greene

All CC links for Benni, including every outfit, accessories, skin details, etc, etc. Some CC links use Adfly and the like so download at your own risk! Tried to make this as streamlined and easy to follow as possible. Please let me know if I missed anything or any links are broken for you.

Poses in Screenshots by KatVerse - 

https://thesimsresource.com/members/KatVerseCC/downloads/details/category/sims4-sets/title/male-modeling-poses-set-1/id/1429722/

FACE & SKIN DETAILS

Hair - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-hair-hairstyles-male/title/stealthic--haunting-(male-hair)/id/1283766/

Hairline - https://obscurus-sims.tumblr.com/post/181806931303/hairline-n1-46-colors-all-ages-all-genders

Default Skin Color Replacement - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-skintones/title/s-club-wm-ts4-skin-cas-colors-x-4-default-replacement/id/1311127/

Skin - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-skintones/title/male-skin-09/id/1392919/

Nose Mask - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-skindetails/title/nose-mask-06-%28full-coverage-overlay%29/id/1435214/

Freckles - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-skindetails/title/freckles/id/1385926/

Eyebrows - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-hair-facial/title/johnny-eyebrows-n135/id/1426691/

Eyebrow Contour - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-skindetails/title/delfino-eyebrow-contour-n01/id/1390827/

Lashes - http://kijiko-catfood.com/3d-lashes-version2/  (EA lash remover not used on Benni but highly recommended for general usage)

Eyecolor - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-eyecolors/title/maxwell-eyes-n103/id/1353833/

Heterochromia - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-eyecolors/title/maxwell-eyes-n103-heterochromia-%2B-non-default/id/1441208/   (Note: Can’t use bracelets w/ the heterochromia, so just keep that in mind. Small sacrifice for such a cool and unique feature imho.)

Eyeliner - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-eyeliner/title/antihero--smoky-eyeliner-n32/id/1335782/

Lip Color -

https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-lipstick/title/residue-lipstick/id/1426390/

Facial Hair - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-hair-facial/title/stefano-beard-n53/id/1405678/

Body Hair - https://luumiasims.com/post/160374208324/body-hair-v5-body-hair-is-back-and-even-more

Face Tattoo - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-male-tattoos/title/face-tattoo-nocturne-n02/id/1318889/

Chest Tattoo - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-tattoos/title/bat-chest-tattoo/id/1381548/

Back & Arm Tattoos - https://www.thesimsresource.com/members/Reevaly/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-tattoos/title/body-tattoo-%232/id/1405262/   (Honestly wish I’d used the second swatch of this instead of the mermaid from the following pack but you should download the following pack anyway bc it’s got some super nifty tats in it.)

Leg Tattoo - https://l0unacutex.tumblr.com/post/179604682389/hip-leg-tattoo-pack-v2-15-swatches

EVERYDAY WEAR

Shirt (eighth listing on page, called “DSF Sueter Humo Agathor”) - https://danartdigital.wixsite.com/dansimsfantasy/black-empire-clothing

Pants - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-male-teenadultelder-everyday/title/dsf-pant-tungsteno/id/1398673/

Boots (also used in Formal & Party)- https://dansimsfantasy.tumblr.com/post/182672129037/the-sims4-cc-dsf-boots-aengel-download

FORMAL WEAR

Shirt - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-male-teenadultelder-everyday/title/dsf-shirt-pernoctare/id/1417440/

Pants (third listing on page, called “DSF Pant Aengel”, also used for Party Wear) - https://danartdigital.wixsite.com/dansimsfantasy/gallery

ATHLETIC WEAR

Shirt - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-male-teenadultelder-everyday/title/low-cut-tank-top/id/1392884/

Pants (also used different swatch of these for Sleepwear) - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-male-teenadultelder-everyday/title/dsf-pant-minerva/id/1445045/

Converse Low-tops - https://www.simsdom.com/en/download/the-sims4/item/semller-converse-low-85870

PARTY WEAR

Shirt - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-male-teenadultelder-everyday/title/dsf-shirt-nuper-casus/id/1432450/

Choker - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-necklaces/title/reneed-choker/id/1373428/

SWIMWEAR

Shorts - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-male-teenadultelder-swimwear/title/dsf-short-swimwear-bn/id/1414497/

HOT WEATHER WEAR

Shirt (first one at top of page) - https://danartdigital.wixsite.com/dansimsfantasy/spring-clothing

Shorts - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-male-teenadultelder-formal/title/summer-elegant-black-shorts-for-him/id/1428377/

COLD WEATHER WEAR

Jacket/Shirt Combo - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-male-teenadultelder-everyday/title/dsf-jacket-vespertinum/id/1449346/

Jeans - https://darte77.blogspot.com/2019/02/jeans.html

Boots - https://darte77.blogspot.com/2019/01/old-boots.html

OTHER ACCESSORIES

Sword Necklace - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-necklaces/title/sword-pendant-necklace/id/1339755/

Rings - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-male-rings/title/valor-rings/id/1402579/

Ear Piercings - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-earrings/title/piercing-set-n14/id/1377615/

Nose Piercing - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-earrings/title/diy-nose-piercing-set/id/1344533/

Lip Piercing - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-earrings/title/diy-lip-piercing-set/id/1343394/

Nails - https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-male-rings/title/nails-for-men-n06/id/1362953/

Charming & Natural Musician Traits - https://www.kawaiistaciemods.com/downloads/traits-bundle-1

Storm Chaser Trait Unlocked - https://www.sims4-mods.com/version-5-100-traits-unlocked-for-cas

[johtogoth]

tagged by @3ddoctor (tyyy)

relationship status: single

favorite colors: dark green, black

lipstick or chapstick: chapstick

three favorite foods: fried rice, pho, tiramisu 

last thing i listened to: Never Apart/Benny

last movie i watched: Black Panther

books i’m currently reading: finished the picture of dorian gray not too long ago

last thing i googled: JoyLab

height: 5’7″

time: 5:20pm

song stuck in my head: none rn

what are you wearing: t-shirt n black sweatpants 

how many blankets do you sleep with: either one comforter or two small ones

dream trip: somewhere w mountains and nice weather ig, maybe that one town that celebrates mothman

you dont have to do this but ill tag @killpops @pirakami @rexracer

[tristanjohnson]

This week, we look at the Stonewall Riots, one of the watershed moments in the history of the struggle for gay rights. SUBSCRIBE and join us! https://goo.gl/7vUgh0 Step Back is made possible by the generous contributions of viewers like you, consider helping at https://ift.tt/2bR9Kw6 If you liked this video and want to leave a one-time tip: https://ift.tt/2CJwBBG Check out a collection of books that are either Tristan's favourites or used to research Step Back videos at: https://ift.tt/2AC7WkV Step Back is a history channel releasing videos weekly that endeavours to go past the names, dates, and battles you might find elsewhere. It invites you to take a step back, consider the past and how it connects to today. We search for the quirky, unconventional, and just plain weird parts of our collective story. I have a curious cat account for anonymous questions for me: https://ift.tt/2BhhM9T YOU MIGHT ALSO LIKE: Let's Do Some Theory: Why Net Neutrality Is like Ice https://youtu.be/6nzWxXujyBs Did Columbus Really Discover America? https://youtu.be/PfcOf7-elRs What is a Paladin? https://youtu.be/j_vkLO-8e0k Connect with Step Back: Facebook: https://ift.tt/2mQlpvy Twitter: https://twitter.com/TristanPEJ Sub-Reddit: https://ift.tt/29gUtiF Slack: https://ift.tt/2G8MaZu Special Thanks to Kelly Barnes, and Benny Tan Music by 12Tone. Check out their channel at: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCTUtqcDkzw7bisadh6AOx5w Music from Jukedeck - create your own at http://jukedeck.com Sources: Bronski, Michael (ed.) (2003). Pulp Friction: Uncovering the Golden Age of Gay Male Pulps Cain, Paul (2007). Leading the Parade: Conversations with America's Most Influential Lesbians and Gay Men,. Carter, David (2004). Stonewall: The Riots that Sparked the Gay Revolution. Clendinen, Dudley, and Nagourney, Adam (1999). Out for Good: The Struggle to Build a Gay Rights Movement in America. Edsall, Nicholas (2003). Toward Stonewall: Homosexuality and Society in the Modern Western World. Faderman, Lillian; Timmons, Stuart (2006). Gay L.A.: A History of Sexual Outlaws, Power Politics, and Lipstick Lesbians. Fejes, Fred (2008). Gay Rights and Moral Panic: The Origins of America's Debate on Homosexuality. Gallo, Marcia (2006). Different Daughters: A History of the Daughters of Bilitis and the Rise of the Lesbian Rights Movement. LaFrank, Kathleen (ed.) (January 1999). National Historic Landmark Nomination: Stonewall Marcus, Eric (2002). Making Gay History. Williams, Walter; Retter, Yolanda (eds.) (2003). Gay and Lesbian Rights in the United States: A Documentary History. Credits: mathiaswasik Ben Tavener Neal Jennings Newtown grafitti Alisdare Hickson Eldraque77 Fank Wolfe Madeline Groutage Dada1960 Colin W The Canadian Encyclopedia Rhododendrites Loavesofbread NANCY TUCKER/NATIONAL CONSTITUTION CENTER Beyond My Ken LSE Library The Philadelphia Gayborhood Guru Mike Lien Gryffindor Dennis Bratland InSapphoWeTrust Daniel Case

[goswagcollectorfire]

CARL’S BLOG: ARKANSAS HILLBILLY

12-30-20, My first job of coaching basketball at Pottsville, Arkansas, PART 2

 By Christmas break, I had completed all my requirements in

student teaching at Dardanelle High School. All I needed now

was three hours of history to complete the requirements for a

Bachelor of Science Degree in Physical Education with a minor

in history.

A week before Christmas break, I received a call from Mr.

Benny Dosikell, superintendent of the Pottsville Public Schools.

Mr. Dosikell had contacted Coach Sam Hindsman to see if he

knew a student who wanted to finish out the 1965-66 school

year coaching basketball. Coach Hindsman recommended me.

Although, I had not yet finished my three hours of history,

Pottsville was able to employ me on an emergency certificate.

In less than a year, God had blessed two young people from

the foothills of the Ozarks with jobs that gave us more than

ample money to live on. We now had two incomes and were

“rolling in the dough,” you might say! In a period of one year,

we went from being poor during the first twenty-one years of

our lives to becoming rich—at least we felt rich.

We decided we would give one tenth of our income to our church

as our tithe. The Bible teaches that at least ten percent be given

to the church to promote God’s work. Lena and I had both

accepted Jesus Christ as our savior during our teenage years.

I had been saved on Mother’s Day in the Church of Christ in

Higden, Arkansas, at the age of sixteen.

Lena and I had gone to church all through our childhood

and teen years. While at State Teachers College of Arkansas

and Arkansas Tech we were involved with the Missionary

Baptist Student Fellowship (MBSF). We dedicated ourselves to

doing the Lord’s work. Our faith in God was real, and because

of our serving God, He blessed us abundantly. It pleased me to

know that God enabled Lena and me to accomplish our goal of

obtaining our college education. We gave God all the credit for

our accomplishments. We had lived in poverty all our lives, but

now God had allowed us the opportunity to achieve our goals

and be able to work with young people. Praise Him! Praise Him!

I shall never forget my graduation at Arkansas Tech. It was

in May 1966 that I walked across the stage and received my

diploma from Dr. J. W. Hull, president of Arkansas Tech. Those

attending my graduation were my older brother, Willie, and his

wife, Norma, from St. Louis, Missouri. Other family members

were my beautiful wife, Lena, my dear mother, Mamie Ann

Totten Barger; and my baby sister, Leona Faye.

I shall never forget how my mother looked on that day. I

cannot remember a time prior to graduation that I had seen her

wearing lipstick and high-heel shoes, but for this historical day

and event, she was dressed for the occasion. She looked very

nice. She had come to see her youngest boy graduate from a

higher institution of learning.

Pa was not able to come to my graduation. He ran a small

country grocery store and could not get away. Although I was

somewhat disappointed, I did not let it bother me. He was never

one to go to our school events. All during the years that Willie,

Jimmy, Roy, Ella Mae, Faye, and I participated in sports and

other school events, Pa never attended. It was Ma who always

had been there for us.

[kagapop]

tagged by this NERD @xenophonspeaks

Relationship status: so, so single.....

Favourite colour: DEPENDS ON MY MOOD??? feeling some love for like. a reddish purple at this very moment. yeah. ok.

Lipstick or chapstick: chapstick omg i can’t stand wearing lipstick ;;

Three favourite foods: FRIED CHICKEENNNNNNNN, peanut butter, cookies & cream milkshakes

Last song you listened to: Running With The Wild Things by Against The Current

Last movie I watched: ........elf

Top 3 shows: bnha, haikyuu!!, and uhhh... gravity falls??

Top 3 Bands: pendulum, lindsey stirling, and like... anything andy biersack is involved in?? his solo stuff, black veil brides... ye. ok some of those are just artists and not bands but w/e.

Books I’m currently reading: i.... have like 4 fanfic tabs up on my phone and i’m reading some manga bUT NO BOOK-BOOKS ATM. last time i read one was shell game by benny lawrence forever ago, which i highly recommend if you like loads of sass and pirates and also lesbians

Tagging: NOPE.