#also hi Jonathan 🫣

[unatifosaungherese]

#mattia binotto #ferrari #abu dhabi gp 2022 #from matteo lunelli #our honorary Binoholic #also hi Jonathan 🫣

[lucyswinter]

i’d loveeee some jonathan crane x reader headcanons where he’s jealous because his gf is a baddie 🫣🫣🫣

pairing: jonathan crane x fem!reader

genre: fluff (with a hint of smut)

warnings: mentions of SEX!!!! (😧😏)

(a/n): hey guys!! sorry for ditching y’all for like a month but I’m back!! I’ve just been busy with school and work but I have a lot of recs to fill so I’ll be posting some this week! recs are still open btw for anyone interested! also shoutout to aki for explaining to me what a baddie is😭

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-when jon gets jealous, he gets protective, and having a hot and confident girlfriend who other guys like to stare at can get him very jealous

-he looooves treating you when you go shopping. oh you want that lipgloss? done. that dress? it’s yours. the prada bag? pulling out his credit card as you speak

-he’ll even invest in those ridiculously scandalous outfits you love so much. even though he doesn’t particularly enjoy it when you wear the skin-tight dresses or the see-through tank tops around anyone besides him, he enjoys seeing you happy, and he enjoys eventually tearing them off of you every night

-despite spoiling you so much, he tries to be controlling sometimes, but you could not care less because you think it’s cute when he gets jealous

-“you can’t possibly believe that im going to let you out in public wearing…that…” “well i do, because what are you gonna do about it?”

-whenever you go out, he secretly death stares every guy that sneaks a peek at your ass or your tits when you aren’t paying attention

-he’s gotten into multiple violent altercations at bars because guys have hit on you while he was in the bathroom or buying you a drink.

-“baby, that creep was flirting with you! i was simply standing my ground. that poor excuse of a dress wasn’t helping much though…” “sorry, what was that last part?” “nothing…”

-to remind people that you’re his, he likes to have his hands on you in some way. around your waist, holding your hand, fingers gripping your ass, whatever it was to assert dominance on anyone he thought was competition

-in private though, this man is the king of body worship. like he makes sure you know that every part of you is perfect, even though obviously you need no reminder

-even during sex, when he’s always the one in control, you still like finding little ways to tick him off

-“remember, you’re mine” “sure sure…”

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(a/n): thanks for reading! likes and reblogs are appreciated <3 next up is a neil lewis blurb, and then a hotch blurb! stay tuned for those!! I promise i won’t go mia b4 posting those lol

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[melusinealarice]

jealousy/hate sex with jonathan crane 🫣

YAY SO FCING EXITED (also my friend’s brother is insanely hot and i legit want his fingers in me)

Warnings: SMUT VERY SMUT, jonathan crane, jealousy, degrading, choking, oral m receiving, co-workers, enemies to lovers, kinda established they have has sex before but it could go either way, unprotected sex

You hated him, absolutely HATED, well, mostly. He was arrogant, stuck up, and plain misogynistic. Working with him was a nightmare. And-

“Dr. Y/l/n” You turned to find dr. Cameron standing by you, an attractive man, mid 30s, blonde hair, green eyes. “Hello,” You turned from your charting. “You look pretty today,” he said, looking you up and down, you blushed “thank you,” you cleared your throat, “uhm, how is the patient in 36B?” “Oh still screaming, he hasn’t stoped,” he replied, “he’s gonna tear a vocal chord if he keeps that up” you said under your breath. He laughed, “so i was-“

“Dr. Cameron.” Ugh, just great, you thought. “Hey, nurse, i need you to change patient 24A’s bed pan” after 4 years of working together and going to medical school together he still had the nerve to address you as nurse. What an ass. “You know very well i am not a nurse dr. Crane.” He rolled his eyes, “you know very well I don’t care, dr. Y/l/n”

You scoffed, “what do you want Crane?” You turned to him, he was shamelessly checking you out. “I need you for a consult, follow me” he started walking away without an answer.

“Where are we going?” You asked, as he started turning away from the patient wings. “You’ll see.”

You arrived at his office, “what are we-“ he slammed you against the wall, his hand on your neck, “you really think you can just go around whoring yourself out?” His eyes were angry, his pupils blown. “Dr. Crane.. I- can’t breathe-“ you gasped for air, he laughed.

“Well thats the point doll.” He takes off his glasses, smirking. “You really think dr. Cameron could ever fuck you better than me?” He released his grip on your neck, you fell gasping for breath. “God, you are pathetic” he grabbed your hair, forcing you to look up at him. “Im sorry-“ “save it.” He started to unbuckle his belt.

You hated how wet this made you, his roughness, the degrading words. “Fucking slut.” He growled, freeing himself, he was rock hard. He tapped his head against your cheek.

“Open” he commanded, you complied. He shoved his cock down your throat. “Ohh fuck” he groaned throwing his head back. It was hard to breathe around him. God he looked good, his hair a mess, his lips all pink.

He started thrusting into your mouth, you gagged. He laughed “not flirting now are you? Is this all it takes to shut you up? I bet you’re not thinking about Dr. Cameron’s cock anymore huh? Fuck, im gonna show you who you belong to.” You ran your tongue down as he hit the back of your throat, just the way he liked it.

He roughly pulled you up by your hair. “Fuck, i should kill him just for fuckin looking at you doll.” He pushed you down on his desk, “It wasnt, like that i swear.” Tears were running down your cheeks, and your legs. “Fuck doll, so fucking wet. Is this for me? Or dr. Cameron?” He bent over you, ripping open your blouse and throwing it off. “I asked you a fucking question.” He grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him.

“You, its for you. Dr. Crane please.” He laughed before ripping off your bra. He grabbed your breast in his hand, kneading it harshly and running his thumb across your nipple making you moan. “Ya know doll, i love this skirt. So fuckin pretty.” He said as he pushed it up to your hips.

He hooked a finger around your panties before ripping them off. He stuck them in his pocket, for later, he thought. He stuck a finger inside you, making you whine. “Oh poor baby,” he mocked, “is this all you needed? Huh to be fucked dumb? You just couldn’t help yourself could you.” He said before flipping you around to face him.

“Jonathan, please. Please I need you.” He laughed. “Fuckin desperate.” He said linning himself up with you. You closed your eyes as he thrust into you hard. He hissed, “fuckkkk god you’re tight.” He laughed as he pinched your nipple. You mewled.

“And so fuckin sensitive too.” He starting thrusting into you lazily, his eyes closed his head thrown back. You could barely form a coherent thought.

He hit that spot, making you see stars. “Yes! Right there please, dr. Crane.” You started to buck your hips into his, moaning at the sensation. He laughed “where?” He mocked, “here?” He said before thrusting up roughly making you scream.

He started going faster and you could feel your orgasm building. “Fuck keep on squeezing me doll.” He said panting, your hands came up to his hair, pulling him in to kiss you. “Crane. Please im gonna-“

“Hold it,” he said as he started circling your clit. You screamed his name. You could barely think. As you came.

He kept thrusting into you, it was becoming too much. You whimpered. “Pkease dr. Crane, hurts.” “Aww poor thing, is it too much for you?” He started thrusting harder and faster. “I told you not to fuckin cum.”

As he continued to abuse your cunt you felt yourself nearing another orgasm and before you knew it you were coming.

“Fuck, twice? All for me. God you were desperate” his thrust grew sloppier, and you felt him empty into you. He kept thrusting, groaning as he rode out his high. “Crane.” You whimpered as he stilled. He started kissing your neck as you held onto the back of his head.

“God you’re perfect.” He mumbled against your neck.

“I love you.” You whispered.

The end, idk its been a hot minute since ive written, but in honor of Kinktober.

#kinktober #jealousy #smut #dr crane #dr crane smut #jonathan crane #jonathan crane smut #cillian murphy #cillian x reader #cillian murphy smut #jonathan crane x reader #cillian smut

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

this is an interesting one, I think it could create some really good angst

a request/idea!!!: what about a flayed!steve Harrington whose maybe trying to get reader flayed too?? and the mind flayer makes him say things that he doesn't mean just to hurt her. but the reader somehow manages to fix it cuz the power of love!!??

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so….umm i decided not to use the power of love🫣 i just have a tight situationship with angst, we just can’t leave each other alone.

steve harrington x gn!reader (tw: choking, smashing glass) also just don’t think too much about the end, it’s better for all of us.

masterlist

a week. steve’s been missing for a week and it’s been the worst seven days of your life. you’ve barely eaten, sleep only brings horrid nightmares, and you spend hours searching different parts of the decaying woods.

saturday, 8:25pm. eigth day steve’s been missing. your nerves were tightening each second of the day, you snapped at nancy earlier when you went to her house to talk about another search party. it seemed as the days passed everyone but you started loosing hope, started talking about steve in past tense not present. you overheard nancy talk with jonathan about funeral preparations without a body, you couldn’t withhold your anger.

“steve is not dead! so stop talking about funerals and acting like he’s not coming home! cause he is, we’ll find him!” body shaking from adrenaline.

nancy walked up to you slowly, a pitiful expression covering her face while holding her hands out, like you were a spooked animal ready to flee. “it’s just… after the forty-eight hour mark chances start to dwindle… and he’s been gone for a week. we have to start-“

“he’s not dead!” and you stormed from the wheeler home back to the harrington house to restart your search. you recheck the woods lining the back of the harrington house. heavy drops of rain fall from the sky splashing your daisy yellow raincoat, your own personal thunderstorm following your every steps.

trekking back towards the road after finding nothing, once again, you skidded to a halt just outside the tree line. the harrington house, usually shrouded in shadows with no inhabitants, now flashed light from one window and a shadow walked about. in steve’s bedroom.

rushing to the front door, trying your best from falling on your ass, you frantically knock on the wood door and repeatedly ring the doorbell all while yelling steve’s name. it took what felt like forever when really it was just a few minutes before you could hear faint footsteps inside and then the locking, you dropped your hands just as the door swung inward.

there he stood, an unmoving shadow with only the porch light to illuminate his silhouette. he looked unmarked, no dirt or scratches staining his paling skin. hair looks a bit longer after only a week, ends of his hair curling to his earlobe and a few flopping over his forehead. steve stood before you in grey sweats and his old hawkins high gym shirt, healing marks on his abdomen from the demobats attack.

you were left breathless staring at him. he was alive and healthy, breathing.

“steve,” his name a sob as you stepped forward and wrapped your arms behind his back to pull him into a tight hug. face pressing hard into his chest, wanting to inhale his scent. “i’ve missed you. worried you were dead or- or kidnapped. stevie.” nails clawing at the cotton shirt fabric.

you noted it took awhile for steve to return your hug and the usual warmth that accompanied him was nonexistent. but you thought nothing of it in the moment, probably shock or something. you just wanted to be in his arms again.

“what- what happened?” his words tickled the shell of your ear. you pulled away from his chest, confusion painted your face, “you- you don’t remember? you’ve- you’ve been missing for a week. no trace or anything.”

releasing steve’s waist your arms snaked up to cup his flushed cheeks, an icy chill tingling your fingertips, you swiped your right thumb at the darken rings under his eyes.

his brows pinched, his fingers loosely holding onto your damp coat. “i- i don’t remember anything. only the past few hours of today, walking back home from some where and now.”

you nodded solemnly, “not- not great, but we’ll worry about that tomorrow,” dropping your touch from steve’s face, “best you get some rest after everything. we can talk more in the morning.” moving to talk a step back, even though you wanted to stay the night with steve. keep an eye on him. you didn’t want to intrude though.

before you could more any further steve reached out to clasp onto your left wrist, keeping you within reach and under his front porch. “actually can- can you stay the night? i- i don’t want to be alone. again.”

two steps forward and a comforting smile, “of course.” and you both went inside and up to steve’s room.

after getting changed and situated in steve’s bed, you both lay on your sides. facing each other with a hand tucked under your head or pillow, you rested your right palm against the blue bedding between your bodies. exhaustion was slowly creeping onto you, limbs feeling heavier and blinks getting slower.

“can- can you tell me about when i… left?” steve’s low voice broke through the still room. he didn’t use the word disappeared, he said left. like he left for the store and was planning to return, not vanishing into the wind for a week.

you cleared your throat, “it was a few days after the first… ash fall. i was on my way to your house cause there was this- this feeling, a weird feeling in my chest and stomach. so when i got there your front door was thrown open, just batting against the wind that day.” you drew a circle in the comforter, not maintaining eye contact. “i called hopper. he said there was no struggle and it wasn’t a robbery. your car wasn’t in the driveway either. you were just… gone.”

it went quiet. only the faint howl of the rain and wind batting against the house and windows filled the air. shadows of tree branches trailed over steve like monster claws.

“well, i’m back now.” steve’s hand rested atop yours, still lifelessly cold. his thumb rubbing at your wrist.

“yeah… your back.” eyes darting over the planes and angles of steve’s face. his soft brown eyes were shaded to almost black, pupil and iris mixing seamlessly. golden skin that went for miles now fades into a ghostly pale in the drizzling moonlight. faint black veins were hidden under steve’s skin on his neck and up his jaw.

“you- your sure you can’t remember? nothing from the past week?” pushing onto an elbow to lean over steve, bits of untucked hair framing your face.

“just waking up in my car today on the outskirts of town.” steve shrugged off your questions. only giving a vague answer that puzzles you.

a pinch twisted your face, “outskirts? were you- were you gonna leave town?” hurt by the idea of steve leaving you and everyone behind.

steve rolled onto his back, rubbing a hand over his face as an exasperated sigh left him. “i- i don’t know. nothing is sticking out to me. can- can we just get some sleep?” hand resting on his rising chest as the other curled behind your ear and trailed to your chin. “please? i just want to hold you again.”

resting a palm to his chest you flashed a sympathetic smile. “of course. sleep will do us some good.” you shuffled yourself closer into steve’s side, his arms holding you tight as you slowly drifted to sleep.

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a once peaceful dream slowly transitions into a horrid nightmare that causes you to snap back into the present. and the present is just as terrible as your nightmare.

where your dream was once a glimpse into the future with steve, living in your own place, maybe owning a pet or two, a delicate stone sitting on a special finger. it begins to melt away. the bright sunshine glows dims into darkness, black ink creeping into the space as a different steve stalks towards you, a predator air about him.

“stevie?” a quiver on the name.

a twisted grin warps his features, “steve’s no longer here. it’s just me.” and he throws out his arms to wrap his hands tightly around your throat.

the action caused your eyes to shoot open into reality only to be greeted by the same sight. steve leaning over your, knees on both sides of your hips while pressing down on your esophagus.

you started smacking at his forearm, thinking he’s stuck in a sleep nightmare. maybe having ptsd from everything involving the upside down. but his eyes that were completely black stared into your soul.

“if you truly loved him, you would’ve noticed the change earlier. you not being able to save him, makes him mine for eternity.” a monstrous growl coating steve’s voice.

“ste- steve…” digging your fingers under his to wiggle free. legs kicking out underneath him.

you tried searching the nightstand for something, anything to stop him. black dots started to cloud your vision as your hand came into contact with a glass.

nostrils flaring you braced yourself to swing with all your might, your life depended on it. “so- sorry…” croaked out as you swing the glass into the side of steve’s head. bits of glass sinking into your palm and falling to your lap, drips of water trailing down the side of steve’s head, mixing with blood.

his body slumped and fell to the side, the mattress groaning at the impact. his hold on your throat loosened and you ripped them away. coughing as your heart beat against your ribs, a slight tremor to your limbs.

“it’s okay, steve. we’ll- we’ll fix this.” saying it aloud to reassure yourself.

#steve harrington blurb #steve harrington au #steve harrington fic #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington angst #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine

[faetreides]

I saw that you write for ATSV and heheheee I'm so excited to request this... ^^

AFAB!Reader works at Hammond with Johnathan/Spot and they start dating right before the accident happens. Reader assumes that Johnathan is dead so they quit out of grief. Spot stops by Reader's apartment after a few months of him being "dead" and the two reunite with all the pent-up emotions they'd been holding back. Including sex, of course. Gentle dominant Reader is very welcomed if you're feeling up for it! I see Spot as being a whiney submissive but maybe you see him differently idk 🫣

hi, this is so so so late and i did write a more dom reader but i struggled a log so i hope this is at least somewhat pleasing. i ended up having them not date before the accident and there might be other slight changes like that but i hope you still like it 💘

summary: the spot x afab former coworker!reader

cw: reader almost gets called mommy one time, unironic usage of the phrase “breeder balls”, obvious creative liberties relating to how he’d be able to have sex/his whole thing in general, unprotected sex/implications of him not pulling out, reader’s genitals referred to as “pussy” and “cunt”, one moment of self degradation, i’m inexperienced with writing a dom reader so forgive the messy vibes, also have not seen atsv in a hot minute so excuse any errors, implications of spot having a tongue like venom,

requests are open !! (read my rules )

divider by cafekitsune

No one could deny the extra pep in your step you seemed to possess as you sauntered through the lobby of your work building. The heels of your loafers signal your approach and the echo follows you all the way into the elevator. You take care to balance the object that’s gently cradled in your left hand while you giddily scan the array of buttons to find the one for your floor. You nearly drop what you’re holding and you have to adjust the straps of your leather bookbag when you press it. As soon as the glass doors are open enough, you rush through the gap and make your way towards your station. You don’t pay attention to where your bag lands when you shrug it off and instead focus on the recipient of what you now have hidden behind your back.

Your co-worker Jonathan was just so fun to play pranks on. There was something about the cute looks he would get on his face, whether they were annoyed or strangely starry eyed. It was a childish way to bond, sure, but you went out of your way to make your pranks as stupid and harmless as possible. If his attention was also an added bonus, then it’s simply a win-win situation.

The fuzzy fake tarantula flies through the air as you throw it. Thankfully, it completely hits its mark and lands on Jonathan’s angular right shoulder. You don’t have time to try to hide your giggles before a loud shriek bounds off the walls. The fake tarantula makes a thud when it inevitably gets flung against the wall. You spot it out of the corner of your eye and you suddenly can’t hold back your laughter.

“Yeah, you’ll be laughing it up until I have a heart attack and come back to haunt your ass.” He huffs out as he catches his breath and dramatically puts his hands over his thundering heart.

“You promise?” You tease with a wide grin, reaching a hand up to ruffle his brown hair when he playfully pouted.

Jonathan swats away your hand with an overly fond eye roll as he turns back to his work. He tugs his black turtleneck over the hump in his nose bridge in the hopes that it would hide the fierce blush flooding his face. You were really too much sometimes, but he wouldn't have you any other way.

Neither of you had any idea how ironic that exchange would prove to be.

You had been having nightmares again. The same one with a few variants, ones where no matter which way it happens, you have to watch as Jonathan violently dies. It hasn’t been that long since the infamous accident, but it felt like decades already to you. Before you quit your job in the wake of the tragedy, everyone around you was telling you that you shouldn’t blame yourself. You could hardly help that you were sick with a cold and had to take the day off. There wasn’t anything you or anyone could have possibly done. But all those awkwardly polite reassurances mean nothing when you think about how you at least could’ve been by his side. Could’ve offered a smidgen of comfort before the two of you were engulfed by your failure.

The latch of your window was about to fly across the room. It had been storming all night, and you had just managed to get only about an hour of sleep. You grumble as you climb out of bed and sluggishly pull up some flimsy plaid pajama pants. Your mind is still half asleep so you’re not sure if the button up you snatch from your closet matches, but it’s too late to care. Your favorite pair of boxer briefs lie forgotten on the floor in front of your bed. The cheaply built floor in your shitty apartment creaks with every step you take.

The white wooden windowsill is damp when you ghost your fingers along the edge. You try to peer out and around the window before sluggishly undoing and redoing the latch. Looks like you might have another all nighter in your near future.

Then you feel a drop of something fall on your face. You blink in confusion and swipe a thumb through the sticky substance, it’s pitch black and looks a lot like ink.

You look up at the ceiling only to see more weird stains making a trail along your ceiling, down the wall behind, and on the floor leading right to your heels.

“Small world, huh?”

That voice… you try to tell yourself that it’s another manifestation of your guilt. You’re just tired, that’s all. This is probably just some sort of lucid dream.

The finger that tilts your chin up begs to differ, and now you’re faced with the sight of a freak of nature. You shake as you frantically sweep your eyes rapidly over it. Black spots swirl and glitch all over a bright white body, which hunches over slightly as it… peers into your eyes. With the world you live in, superheroes and all that, it shouldn’t be that much of a surprise when you see it up close.

“I knew you’d probably be disgusted by me, but I had to see you.” The being using Jonathan’s voice says, but surely that can’t be him. Jonathan died in that freak accident months ago. Jonathan was gone forever, and you’d be all alone for the rest of your miserable little life.

The thing must be able to sense the confusion and the termoil that’s building inside of you, because suddenly you’re being gently swept on your feet and tossed on your bed. It cups your face in both of its palms and tenderly swipes its thumbs over your wet cheeks.

“Don’t be afraid, you know me, you know who i am.” It…. He? murmurs, burying his featureless face in the crook of your neck.

You sigh, wrapping your arms around somewhat familiar shoulders. In your heart and in your soul, you do know who has you trapped within the confines of your own bed. If you’re wrong, you’ll just chalk it up to having had a very realistic and very pleasant dream. You pull his face out of your neck so you can nuzzle in one of the spots against what feels like a hooked nose.

“Yeah I do, Jonathan. I know.”

Black tears rain on your face as his new body quivers with all the emotions he must be dealing with. You have no fucking clue how he became… like this. But selfishly, you’re just too happy and willing to lie in bed with your delusions to look a gift horse in the mouth. You’d leap through hoops for whatever form of Jonathan you were allowed to have.

Now it’s you who tenderly wipes away tears, and as you do so you pull his face flush against yours so you can softly kiss shadowy lips. Jonathan quivers intensely but you stand your ground and run a hand up and down his back to coax him into returning the kiss. You had always wondered what your first kiss would be like, and so had he. Maybe it would’ve been the bow on a softly spoken conversation about your long held feelings, perhaps it would happen like a cliche after you ran to each other in the rain. In the end, maybe things are best like this. You’re all too aware of just how many people don’t get to live their lives with the one they love. You had already resigned yourself to being some bitter old crone who shakes a fist at the neighborhood kids when they step on your overgrown lawn.

Something in the air shifts and you decide to nudge Jonathan over onto his back as you quickly straddle him. You’re not too sure how anything physical is even possible but all of these long held back emotions are clouding your judgment too much to not try.

When you pull your head back from the kiss to breathe, a sticky string of spit connects the tips of your tongues. You sit in a trance and watch as Jonathan flicks his tongue out to break the string. The breathy groan that followed made your pussy clench in anticipation. You look up at his face, wordlessly trying to get some kind of reassurance that this was the right thing to do. Cold hands tremble their way around your hips and he clumsily traces random shapes and squiggles on your skin.

“It’s… it’s okay, we’re okay.” Someone whispers, unsure if talking louder would bring you both to tears.

You sigh shakily and direct one of his hands to slide down your body and into your soaked underwear. You press your forehead to his, making some weird kind of eye contact as you push one of his fingers into yourself. It’s not too much of an adjustment to get used to the size, his fingers are bony and long but they’re thin.

He takes the hint and slowly thrust his finger in and out, honed in on the slick sounds your gushy folds were already making. Eventually he added a couple more fingers, curling them just right with his thrusts. Your hips start having a mind of their own, and you’re meeting every one of his thrusts. The flesh of your hips jiggles from the impact of his palm smacking against your clit.

“Fuck- f-fuckkkkk, you’re doing so good, baby.” You laugh as you start to pant and crane your head down to watch his digits play with your pussy.

All you get in return is a whine that sounds more like a creaky door hinge.

Initially, when you decided to throw caution to the wind and have sex your co worker turned comical amboniation, you thought you wouldn’t be as desperate for something inside of you as you are for his dick. If he even has one now, it could all just be smooth down there like a ken doll for all you know. But you’re so so fucking curious to find out, you did use to wonder what your cute little desk neighbor had going on under his polyester slacks after all…

“Mmfh… ha….. slow down a sec’, i think you’re ready to give me something bigger. Don’t ya think?” You whisper in his ear, giggling when you can almost hear him rapidly nod his head in excitement.

“Yes please, always wanted to fuck you so bad. Please, mo-“ He cuts himself off, and you think if he could blush he would from how much his hand is fidgeting on your hip. He huffs before pulling his fingers out of you almost too quickly, but still taking care to not cause you any pain. He was a good boy like that.

You reached behind you to wrap a hand around his already throbbing length, wiping a thumb over the beads of precum spilling from the tip. You tease the slit with the edge of your nail and coo softly when Jonathan quivers. Your grip is steady as you hover over his cock and slowly sink down on it. His fat tip breaches your walls so fucking good but you’re eager for the hefty weight of it all inside you.

Jonathan’s chest falls down quickly with shallow breaths, so you give him a second to adjust to the sensation of your tight pussy wrapped around him. You slide one of your hands up his torso and slip two of your fingers into one of the black holes on his face. He takes the hint and bobs his head up and down your fingers, sucking and smearing his saliva all over them.

When he bucks his hips up in a timid thrust, you know you can take him deeper. Inch by inch his thick dick stretches you out like it’s sinking into a squishy fleshlight. It’s way longer than you expected, a bit girthier too with a slight curve to it. It boggles your mind that he kept this big secret from you in the confines of his ugly pants, but it’s all yours now. It’s probably been yours for a long time. His balls were equally as surprising, they could’ve been paperweights they felt like they were so heavy. Your cunt clenches again at the thought of his breeder balls letting all of that cum slosh around inside of you.

You bring his hands around to your ass and you lift yourself halfway up his cock and quickly lower yourself back down. You both let out a moan when he bottoms out. The pace you set is slow and languid after that initial quick thrust. Your ass plops against his balls in an imitation of a kiss on every downward thrust. You wish you could see the fucked out look in his eyes he’d have if he didn’t look like…. this. But his soft squeals and whimpers make up for it. His body continues to shiver as you fuck him so you keep a hand on his chest and rub the skin there.

“Such a good boy, filling me up so well, honey.” You murmur, just rolling your hips in his lap and enjoying the sensations of being connected.

Jonathan whines and settles his head back on the pillow, kneading the globes of your ass. You can tell that he’s fighting the urge to recklessly buck his hips up so you make your pussy clench around him again. You soothe the noise that he releases by slightly picking up the pace. And sooner rather than later, his thighs are quivering like he’s the one doing the fucking and his long black tongue is lolling out the side of his mouth hole. Little “Ha….. ha….. ha….”’s echoing throughout the room. His dick feels like it’s pulsing inside of you as you lovingly bounce on it.

“ ‘m gonna c-cum, gonna cum s-so h-hard.” He begs, holding his head up to try to catch a view of his cock being swallowed up your pussy.

You smile warmly and lean forward to press your chest against his. Your pace never falters even when you angle your head to brush your nose against his face. The hands gripping your ass are gently pushed aside and you lace your fingers with his, squeezing a few times.

“Go ahead, baby. Cum for me.”

#need to put this behind me #atsv #across the spiderverse #🕊️.alivedove #spot x reader #the spot x reader #atsv x reader #across the spiderverse x reader #afab reader #mdni #🎧.asks #praying to god this isn’t as bad as i feel like it is #marvel x reader

[khaleesiofalicante]

A Word of Thanks

I hope you all enjoyed(?) LBAF 5 and 6. I really took some risks with this storyline, challenging myself with the world building and the characterizations. This was also a very different experience because this is a new gang and all the dynamics are fresh too.

I was so anxious that you wouldn’t be able to follow the plot or you won’t be interested in the new characters and dynamics. But as always, you surprise me and support me, and as always, I am oh so grateful.

LBAF will be back later this year. The next couple of installments of LBAF will be the last. There is a big possibility that LBAF 7 will be broken into two (because it’s huge) and then there will be the final collection of short stories before we conclude the series.

Until then, here are some things to keep you on your toes. Some of the things I’m REALLY looking forward to writing/exploring in the next instalment.

Dark Magnus - Woot Woot! This is going to be more traumatizing than sexy 😅

Mikkel Knightstorm’s quest to destroy the downworld - and the impact it’s going to have on the shadow world 🥲

One of the next gen gang trying to rebuild the Alliance with Joseph’s help 🥹

Atlas becoming Christopher Lightwood’s intern (?) - and maybe a love interest for Atlas 👀

Joan being trained by Jonathan Shadowhunter 😳

Joan and Régine 🛳️🛳️🛳️

Antoine and Régine getting to know Joseph 🥺

Asmodeus being Asmodeus 🤬

Vampires from Paris 🇫🇷

Lance finds his parabatai 👯

Lance and Theia trying to figure out their uh sex problem 😀

Kincaid’s coming out 😍

Kincaid trying to win Arthur back 😎

Lance and Arthur figuring out the true extent of their powers - Literally my favourite part 😭

Lance going to Paris - 😘

Cami figuring out what she wants to do with her life 🫡

Cami, Harry, Miguel love triangle - I have no comments at this time 🫠

Rafael (trying to!) taking back control of the Council 🤧

Arjun makes a new friend 🥰

Devlin Corp and Mikkel Knightstorm😬

Harry building some pretty cool shit 😌

Alec bonding with Lil Max 💙

Another seashell 🫣

Antoine’s book about the Ressurected leading to some pretty shocking findings 🙃

Iris’ figuring out what happened between Hermes and Mikkel 😥

David and Victoria bonding over terrible parents and wanting better for their children??? 😱

Other Max trying to earn David’s forgiveness 😔

Lots and lots of battles 🤩

Lots and lots of death 😶

Prince of hell drama 🤪

Lucifer’s final steps to defeat Michael 😶‍🌫️ (my man out there playing the long game and being patient af - TAKE NOTES)

PS - These are only the things I can share without spoiling! There is so much more! Hope to see y’all again in this fucked up world with our faves :)

#lbaf #my fics

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

The Bi-trinity Supremacy

Warning: smut ahoy! Also, long post!

18+ MINORS DNI

Summary: Chrissy and Eddie make Steve feel better after getting rejected by Nancy. I hope the sex scene isn't as awkward as I feel like it is. 🫣

"I mean, I realized as soon as I said it that it was a mistake. I mean, everyone was telling me to go for it even though I knew it wasn't for her. I just remembered how great it was to be in love with her, and I guess I wanted to feel that way again. But it was just that, a memory," Steve said. "I just should have never asked her out after she broke up with Jonathan. Of course, she wants to focus on school. I'm not annoyed about that. I'm annoyed because that's something I should have realized about Nancy. We're too different."

Steve had Eddie and Chrissy over to hang out with him at his house. Robin was on a date with Vickie and Steve needed someone to bitch to. He didn't even ask them to come over. It was Eddie who had called to see what Steve was up to, and it was Eddie who invited himself over along with Chrissy when he heard what happened. Ever since Vecna hanging out with the new couple was a thing Steve has liked to do even though he was single, it didn't bother him or them.

"Wait, who all told you to go for it?" Chrissy asked.

"Dustin, Eddie, and at one point, Robin," Steve said, and Chrissy rolled her eyes, hitting Eddie.

"Ow! Why?"

"Why did you interfere when you didn't know the situation?" Chrissy asked.

"Because I thought we were gonna die, and they were making eyes at each other. I thought you and I weren't going to happen, I figured that there should be someone who has someone who cares about them," Eddie said. "I was wrong about you not wanting me, and I was wrong about involving myself in someone else's relationship. Sorry, man."

"Ah, you were just trying to be helpful. I'll get over being rejected. At least I know now that it's really over for both of us. I'm just lonely is all," Steve said. "I miss having sex with someone I care about, someone who cares about me. I'm not sure that I can go back to casual."

"I just got an idea," Chrissy said, sitting up and started whispering in Eddie's ear.

Pretty soon, they were whispering heatedly to each other as they glanced at Steve every so often. Steve scowled.

"Guys, I have to tell you it feels great to be talked about right in front of me," Steve said, and Chrissy giggled. "Thanks."

Eddie winked at Chrissy as she stood up, and he slapped her rear. She walked over to Steve and knelt in front of him, gripping his thighs. She laid her head on his knee.

"We could make you feel good, Stevie," Chrissy said, purring. "We care about you."

Steve looked up Eddie to find that he was sitting on the couch, both of his legs stretched out, and was wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"B-both of you?"

"That's right, big boy," Eddie said and crawled over to him, placing his head on his other knee. "Just tell us what you want us to do."

"What do you want to do to me?" Steve asked, clearing his throat.

"I had this image in my head of both of us undressing you," Eddie said as his hand maneuvered up Steve’s thigh to finger his belt, his hand briefly brushing up against his crotch. "Do you think we can do that?"

"Y-yeah. Yeah, of course," Steve said, his breathing ragged.

Eddie and Chrissy each took a hand, walking Steve up the stairs to his room. They stood on either side of him, staring intently as they started raising his shirt up.

"Look, baby, he's already so excited," Eddie said gleefully.

"Aww," Chrissy said.

"Yes, please, make cooing sounds at my dick," Steve said.

"Aww," Eddie and Chrissy said in unison.

"Keep that up, and you guys won't get to see it," Steve said.

"But, Steeevieee," they whined, and then all three of them giggled.

They pulled off his shirt and began to run their fingers over his naked chest. They caressed his scars, their fingers drifting close to his belt. Eddie attached his lips to Steve’s neck, right near his ear, while Chrissy attached her lips near his collarbone. Steve wrapped his arms around them both as they marked him with their lips. He groaned when they pulled away and started making work to pull off his pants. He was quickly stripped of all his clothes.

"Now, I want you two to undress each other," Steve said with his hands on his hips.

"Now, you're getting it," Chrissy said.

"By the way, the hands on your hips position you do. . .even hotter when you're naked," Eddie said, rolling his eyes and biting his lip.

"How do you want us, Stevie?" Chrissy asked after they slowly undressed each other.

Steve stared at them with wide eyes, raking over their naked bodies. His cheeks were flushed, and his pupils were blown. He pulled Chrissy flush against him and kissed her. His hands slid down the naked skin of her back before they cupped her ass cheeks, pulling her to her tiptoes. Her breasts were now pressed up against his chest as he deepened the kiss, allowing her tongue to enter his mouth. Steve opened his eyes to glance at Eddie, who was staring at them hungrily and palming himself. He broke the kiss, breathing heavily.

"I want to fuck into you while Eddie takes me from behind. Is that okay?" Steve asked, and Chrissy grinned.

Eddie strode over to him, cupped the back of Chrissy's head with one hand and Steve’s head with the other while he pressed a kiss to Steve’s lips. His fingers curled into their hair as he kissed Steve roughly, biting his lip and pulling away.

"Sounds like a great idea, sweetheart," Eddie said softly.

Chrissy and Eddie took turns preparing him, opening him up by fucking him with their fingers. He couldn't cum, not yet but he found it difficult when he had two of his best friends winding him up. Eventually, though, he had Chrissy underneath him and Eddie behind him. He slowly started slipping his condom covered cock inside of her while Eddie did the same behind him. It was a euphoria that he had never felt before. Sure, Steve’s had sex with women and one other man but never at the same time. Yeah, he was never letting them go. He hoped they felt the same way.

As Eddie fucked into Steve, Steve fucked into Chrissy. The three of them moved against each other, moaning and clinging to each other as if they were trying to merge together into one being. They were all crying from the overwhelming pleasure. Steve spilled into the condom as Chrissy came. He tied and tossed it into the trash while Eddie did the same with his condom except he missed. Steve collapsed beside Chrissy.

"Oops. Good game, team," Eddie said as he slapped Steve’s ass and went to grab a rag to clean them up with.

He whistled as he cleaned Steve and Chrissy up. He honked Chrissy's breast, and then Steve’s causing them both to laugh. He blew a raspberry on both of their bellies and then cleaned himself up. He slithered up the bed and collapsed on the bed next to Steve, squishing the jock between him and Chrissy. He threw an arm around Steve while Chrissy threw a leg over his.

"You're ours now, big boy," Eddie cackled maniacally.

"Yeah, we're never letting you go now," Chrissy said.

"Thank God," Steve muttered and closed his eyes.

He felt them throw the covers over him as he drifted off to sleep, feather light kisses being pressed onto his forehead.

"We got you, Stevie," Eddie whispered.

When Steve woke up, it was to the feeling of two people writing on his back.

"What are you guys doing?" Steve asked sleepily without rolling over.

"We're playing tic tac toe on your back!" Eddie exclaimed. "Don't worry, it's not a permanent marker. At least, I don't think so. No, it's not. You're good."

"Eddie keeps cheating," Chrissy pouted.

"How the hell do you cheat at tic tac toe?" Eddie asked. "At least I'm not drawing dicks on your back."

"Chrissy, are you drawing dicks on my back?" Steve asked.

"I am," Chrissy giggled.

"As long as it washes off. What time is it?" Steve asked.

"Four in the morning," Eddie replied.

"Four?! You guys are crazy," he said, closing his eyes.

"Shh! Go to sleep, baby."

The next time Steve woke up, light was streaming through the window. Eddie and Chrissy were back to sleep. Steve smiled and went to the bathroom where he was relieved to find that the marker was off of his back. He got dressed and went downstairs to make breakfast. As he was finishing up, Eddie and Chrissy came in looking adorably ruffled. They were both wearing his shirts. It was clear, though, that Eddie wasn't wearing underpants considering Eddie was wearing a crop top. Obviously, Chrissy had chosen first as she was also wearing a crop top, but at least she was wearing her underwear. Chrissy kissed him deeply, and Eddie followed suit. After breakfast, Eddie fell back asleep in the living room while Chrissy sat in Steve's lap in the kitchen as they drank another cup of coffee.

"So, have you guys done this before?" Steve asked.

"Oh, you mean a threesome? Sort of. Not really. We realized there was something missing to this relationship, and we realized it was missing another person. We went to Indie to find that missing piece. There was a girl who almost made the cut but it ended up being a twosome between me and the girl. She was interested in me more than Eddie. We wanted someone who wanted both of us. We never realized that it could be right in front of us this whole time. I mean, you do really want both of us?" Chrissy asked.

"Yeah, of course, I do. I've been trying to push my feelings away for the both of you for a while now, which is why I made myself look like a complete idiot in front of Nancy," Steve said wincing.

"You complete us, Steve," Chrissy said softly.

She moved to straddle his waist and kissed him. She dug her fingers into his hair, dragging her tongue against the bottom of his lip. Steve gripped her hips as she began to move them, his hand sliding under the shirt she was wearing.

"Steve! I swear if I had known you had gotten rejected by - Oh my God!" Robin exclaimed as she stumbled into the kitchen.

Chrissy and Steve broke apart with Chrissy remaining firmly in his lap.

"Hey, Robin," Steve said cheekily. "Don't worry, I made myself feel better by stealing Eddie's girlfriend."

"Steve! What the fuck?!" Robin yelled.

"Yeah, what the fuck, Steve?" Eddie asked, coming in after Robin. "Going after our girlfriend? The nerve of you!"

Robin hadn't turned around yet to look at Eddie. She was in for a surprise.

"Would it make you feel better if I also kissed you?" Steve asked.

"Hmm. Yes."

Eddie jogged over to Steve, flashing his ass to Robin, as he leaned down to kiss him.

"OH MY GOD! EDDIE YOUR ASS!" Robin shrieked.

"Oops, I forgot I am not wearing bottoms. I'm sorry, did I offend your delicate lesbian eyes?"

"No, I've seen a guy's ass before. It does nothing for me. No, why the fuck is it so white?! It's like your ass died and became a ghost!" Robin shrieked.

"Okay. Rude. Baby, are you going to defend my honor?" Eddie asked.

"Can I finish my coffee first?" Steve asked innocently.

"Unbelievable. Chrissy, what was the point of us getting a boyfriend who looks like an actual knight if he wasn't going to defend us?" Eddie asked as he poured himself another cup of coffee.

"Let me just get my nail bat," Steve said sarcastically.

"Now, we're talking!"

"Steve, I'm glad things worked out for you. Chrissy, you're an angel. Eddie, you're just a menace, and they can both do better," Robin said.

"Bite me, big bird."

"Ew! I'd rather take a bite out of a poisoned mushroom."

"Fuck you, Buckley."

"EAT me, Tommy Lee!"

"You did NOT - !"

Meanwhile, Chrissy and Steve ignored them while they snuggled happily. Steve couldn't believe how happy he was. Yeah, this was it for him.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #stranger things s4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #chrissy cunningham x eddie munson #chrissy cunningham x steve harrington #chrissy cunningham x eddie munson x steve harrington #hellcheer #cheerscoops #hellcheerington #stranger things fanfiction #bisexual steve harrington #bisexual eddie munson #bisexual chrissy cunningham #bisexual appreciation #bitrinity #poly!steddie #poly!chrissy cunningham #appearance of robin buckley #robin and eddie don't actually hate each other #they're like siblings #bi4bi4bi

[finniestoncrane]

Heyja, I hope you had a good rest and remember to take your well deserved breaks *brings you cookies and water*🍪🍪. You honestly deserve the world for all the good deeds you do for us rogue stans, using your free time to provide us with all these superb stories… You really are the best, finnie! 🥺❤️

And uh, speaking of, I also wanted to ask if you'd be okay with writing something that contains reader/AK Scarecrow and perhaps a dark alleyway? I'm down bad for the old crow, I'm so sorry 👀💦. If you don't feel like it, no problem at all, ofc! 🫣❤️❤️

Eager

Arkham!Jonathan x GN!Reader, word count: 1.3k anon you are so sweet and i am so... urgh this was a nice message!! if i didn't think it sounded like a threat i'd be demanding you come out of hiding so i could blow you a kiss that you can either put on your forehead or in your pocket for later u-u 🧡 also same lmao i love him? i want him? i would worship him 🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: fear play, instructional oral sex, demanding

It didn't matter why, the allure was unavoidable. The pull, the threat, far too enticing for you, a thrill seeker, an adrenaline chaser. You wanted to feel the fear, to take risks. To request the company, the attention, of Jonathan Crane would require proving your worth.

And as you crept silently up the alley, the end of which was the location of your proposed date, you sensed that this was in itself a test. Of your bravery, of your willingness, your devotion to the very notion of him.

So stuck in thought were you, breaths heavy in anticipation, anxiety coursing through your veins, that you didn't hear him approach you from behind, emerging from the shadows like a bad dream, his hands on your shoulders, quick to move to your face, over your mouth, stifling your scream.

"You reap what you sow. Isn't this exactly what you expected, what you wanted?"

It was. To be afraid. To feel the lingering threat of danger as you were swept off your feet. Completely. But to achieve it effectively would mean you had to feel scared. And you did.

Jonathan's surprisingly warm hands were clamped tighly to you, the skin dry, coarse, but the touch oddly gentle in direct contrast to the force he exerted upon you.

"You look exquisite, even more so than usual, when your features are tainted with the unique pain of terror."

In your throat, your breath was caught, thudding against the lump that closed you off. Jonathan removed his hands, offering you respite from his grip, letting your breath come freely. And as it hitched, ragged as it was pulled with desperation over your lips, you managed to release a sharp, echoing, gasping yelp. With one finger, he silenced you.

"Try to remain quiet, this is a public space. We can't afford to be happened upon, we'd need to set the scene again, and my time is valuable, as I'm sure you know."

You nodded feebly

"May I kiss you?"

Shocked that he would feel it necessary to ask, you nodded silently once again, eyes wide, caught in his stare, only freed from it when he closed his lids and began closing in on you, ragged lips pressed to your cheek, to your neck, finding your own mouth, trembling at the touch. Through his loosely tangled threads, he pressed his tongue forth, lapping at you, running across your teeth as he chuckled, a growl that rumbled in his throat and sent shivers through you.

Leaving you stumbling after him, Jonathan pulled away. Wiping at his mouth, the drool spilling from his sharply cut skin.

"Kneel."

After a moment's hesitation, you followed his instructions, your breath stuck further down this time, in your chest, swelling, a feeling as though you might explode before he placed two of his slender, calloused fingers under your chin, tilting you up to look at him.

"Open your mouth for me."

Dutifully, more than willingly, you let your jaw drop, mouth hanging open loosely, the taste of the thick air on your tongue, the stinging scent of the alley, of Gotham, more noticeable now. The unpleasant odour, the bitter flavour, was quickly replaced as Jonathan placed his fingers on your tongue, holding it flat, teasing it out.

He spread his fingers apart, hitting the corners of your mouth, pushing them wider, further spread until you let out a soft, strained mewl.

"Tell me how it feels. Does it hurt? Is the pain good?"

With your mouth stretched to the limits, tongue unable to move much, you garbled a response, opting to nod while doing so. Your saliva coated his fingers, dribbling over your lip and down your chin. Jonathan removed his fingers, letting his hands fall to the buttons of his pants, working slowly to undo them, enjoying the act, almost ritualistic it felt. You closed your lips, tongue flitting out to catch the drool. Your reprieve was brief, however, and you were still aware of a small trail of drool travelling to your neck as Jonathan commanded you once more.

"Open up."

When you looked back up to him, he was standing straight, one hand still teasing down his pants and underwear, the other holding his length, stiff and impressive, just in front of your face. The tip, reddened slightly, was slick, coated in either his spit or in precum. As you opened your mouth to take it in, you let your tongue drag over it, eliciting a hiss from Jonathan, able to taste the not unpleasant tang of salt against your eager tastebuds.

Enraptured, completely in the moment, your eyes closed over as you moaned. Your audibly erotic notes of pleasure were cut short though, as he brought his fingers to your cheek, gently stroking, the sharp nails lightly scraping along your warm, blushing skin.

"Keep your eyes open. On me. Please."

There was a sliver of desperation to his plead, almsot imperceptible, but definitely there. And you were more than happy to oblige, doing exactly as you were told as he brought his hands to the back fo your head, ragged, claw-like nails pressing into your scalp, forcing you down onto him hard. You gagged as his head hit the back of your throat, coughing, choking, spluttering. It was audible even over the guttural groan the motion had pulled from him, and he looked down at you, concern visible on his face.

"Breathe through your nose. Practice now."

You took slow, calming breaths through your nose as you hollowed your cheeks, mouth full of him, struggling with the girth, the length, but still somehow hungry, starving, for more of him. In a bid to fulfil your growing arousal, you reached a hand to yourself, a cruel taunt, because what you wanted was Jonathan, not your own clumsy, familiar strokes.

“Did I tell you that you could do that? Put your hands behind your back and lower your head down further.”

As though caught doing something extremely inappropriate, which given the circumstances you hadn’t though it was, you took the scolding with blushed cheeks, maintaining eye contact with Jonathan the whole time, so as not to disappoint him further. With your hands clasped behind your back you bobbed your head, mouth watering, tongue desperately slurping at his length as he stretched back, growling like an animal as you sucked the entirety of his long, thick cock.

Restrained by your own willpower to do nothing but good for him, you arched your back into your movements, allowing him to cram himself into you, deeper, his head resting at the back of your throat. And with an almost violent twitch within you, a deep screech that could easily be passed as the wails of a wounded animal, his seed hit your throat. Instinctively, and instantaneously, you swallowed his load completely, grateful for it, eyes still open, never blinking until you had to, only briefly pressed shut at the shock of his orgasm deposited inside of you. He held you around him, gagging, mouth empty, until he was sure he was finished. Smiling lightly, vaguely, as he allowed you to ease yourself off of him.

“Tell me, how do I taste?”

“Exquisite.”

He shook his head.

“Sharp. Tart. Sour.”

He smiled, a dry laugh coming out in a short burst.

“And how do you feel?”

You thought for a moment. Knowing that lying would be found out, but feeling the truth in your core would be enough to satiate him.

“Good. Nervous. Desperate.”

He nodded, turning quickly on his heel and walking back down the alley, leaving you confused, alone. Vaguely terrified but entirely aroused.

#finnie writes #batman #fanfic #riddler x you #scarecrow #jonathan crane #scarecrow imagine #scarecrow smut #scarecrow x reader #rogues gallery #batman rogues

[munsster]

Heyy

I love your writing and I am currently trying to see more Jonathan byers x reader stuff (cause I just love that man) so I know he's not on your masterlist but could I request like a one shot or headcannons (which ever you prefer) of Jonathan x gn!afab!reader getting high and making out?

getting high with jonathan

A/N: tell me why i completely forgot about his skrunkly ass. also sidenote he is 100% in both my nightmare blunt rotation & my ideal one. anyways thank u nonnie, you’re incredible ily & i hope i did ur request justice

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x GN!Reader

this boy sees you & is immediately like awooga hummina hummina bazooing, okay, it’s bad and he has to remind himself to thank argyle for introducing you

listen, argyle didn’t even want to bring you (he knew, he KNEW jonathan would be like moth to flame. he knew it)

but it still takes jonathan’s dumbass half an hour of being stoned to finally speak directly to you

he’s so goddamn nervous, even though he’s baked so good, he has not a single care in the world

he definitely gets giggly (and, let’s face it: horny) when he’s high no question

you get really bold

and you sidling up right next to him is not helping. like at all

stealing quick glances at you, his fingers brushing yours when you pass him the bong/joint/pipe, your pinky resting against his thigh when it’s set on yours

“argyle, you know your bong looks like those things you put up your—” “don’t. i know what you’re gonna say, seriously, dude, leave it alone” and you butt in like “oh my god, you’re right”

and the two of you end up collapsed against each other, fully cackling

yeah, argyle definitely regrets this

at one point, you end up in jonathan’s lap??? and he is NOT complaining at all

and you look so incredible, eyes wide, smiling at the cartoons playing on the tv

glancing back at jonathan every time you find one of the shitty jokes hysterical and you idiots giggling into each other

slumping back into your seat with your head on his shoulder and letting him put his hand on your thigh

“you ever think about…” “the queen of england? aliens? canada? it’s technically always after midnight, so gremlins doesn’t make any sense?”

and you just grin at him and slip your fingers between his with a soft squeeze like

“exactly. how did u know???”

he’s suddenly very warm and his hands get a little sweaty

but then you let go and bounce across the room to the stereo, flicking through his tapes and gasping when you press one into the little door and fiddle for a second

then ‘rock & roll’ by the velvet underground starts playing

and you hop up onto the coffee table, swaying to the music with your eyes closed (his heart is beating so fkn fast, why are you so angelic??????)

argyle just takes another hit and leans back, so over it like “you’re insane” but doesn’t rlly care

but jonathan is en-fucking-raptured, suddenly standing at attention

until you reach for his hand and he gives, relaxing a little when you hold his fingers and duck under in a (sort of) twirl

then you’re tugging on his forearm, trying to get him to join you and the mediator in him is like “c’mon, let’s get you down. it’s a lot better on the ground” “i’ll get down when i’m dead, byers!” “no—”

you convince him to dance with you up on the table only because you promised to come down after

his hands on your waist, your arms over his shoulders, foreheads together & swaying juuuuust a little

“not bad, johnny” + “nice hair, johnny byers” + “johnnnyyyyhh” + “i’m gonna make you a mixtape, johnny” + overall teasing him

he’s so sober, it’s not funny

your eyes are insane. like genuinely gorgeous, he’s never seen anything like them

he’s so focused on your breathing and your mouth moving any time you say something

you notice.

then argyle groans like “alright, brochachos, i’m getting pizza. when i get back, i don’t wanna see any of this shit. ten feet apart, i’m serious”

but you’re both hardcore tuned out

and also alone together

oh no! i hope nothing horny mischievous happens 🫣

just kidding

you jump down from the table and offer to help him down because he is, of course, a damsel in distress, you are, obviously, his knight in shining armor, let’s be real

but he just steps down and freefalls back onto the couch, smiling at you while you dance over to him

he lays his arms out across the back of the couch and you stand in front of him before he holds his hands out and you settle over his lap, his hands back on your waist

“so…” “yeah.” “okay”

then the front door opens and closes

and you cup his face and lean in, and he feels so weightless but you haven’t even kissed him yet

he sits up to meet you halfway, but you pull back with a shit-eating grin, and he flops back with a sigh while you laugh against his shoulder

“sorry” he mumbles and you lift your head and reach back to gold the back of his head SO gently he’s imploding

he will not survive with you looking at him all soft like that

&&&& you finally kiss him and it’s just a little peck so he’s dumbfounded for one (1) second before kissing you back

yeah, he’s definitely high

your lips are so soft, and he’s pretty sure those sounds are coming from you

you cradle his face so gently, swiping your thumb across his cheek, and he subconsciously does the same with your waist

this boy is a good kisser. genuinely.

and maybe it’s because he’s high, but he for sure knows what he’s doing

and you pull away for like five seconds just breathing kinda heavy, and he pushes your hair out of your face

and you lean back in, and this next one is soooooo slow and easy and smiley

you’re just running your hands through his hair

and his palms slide up your back to move you even closer

ughhhhhhhhhh so sweet

then argyle comes back, and you literally can’t bring your-high-selves to pull away until he walks in like “man, what did i say?”

and you scramble out of jonathan’s lap while he’s shifting in his spot & wiping the spit from his mouth with his sleeve

for the rest of the afternoon, you’re smiling at each other and chuckling about it

bonus:

you accidentally run into will on your way out, reeking of weed, but it’s okay because you give him a fist bump and call him “tiger”

you’re probably one of the coolest people he’s ever met

he tells his mom. joyce figures out jonathan likes you. joyce loves you once you meet her.

after that, you come over every week to get high with jonathan

neither of you tell argyle

masterlist

#tw: drugs #stranger things #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things 4 #st4 #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x you #jonathan byers x reader #x reader #x gn!reader #i cant believe i forgot him #for some reason i feel like he’s such an acquired taste #and baby i think i acquired it #nick answers ♡ #*

[moregraceful]

Hi Kasper!!! Are you writing for Time Begins? If so, may I ask for a teeny tiny sneak peek? 😳🫣

If not/also, it is clear you love the Giants most and I don't blame you but what are your favorite non-Giants ships, or Giant/non-Giant ships? And what do you love about them?

Hope these are interesting enough!

Oh bless you I love to share unedited snippets of fic that will ultimately go through an absolute chainsaw massacre of rewrites...under the cut below

But first, non-Giants ships!!! I have many. This is going to reveal an INTENSE Blue Jays bias. I've been banging the drum for more Bo Bichette/Vladimir Guerrero Jr for like. years. I love them so much they're so tender and they look so good in each other's arms. I'm also powerfully crazed by the fact that Lourdes Gurriel Jr wanted to dom Bo Bichette so bad. Why was he so up in Bo's grill. Why do people see Bo Bichette and all their blood goes to their dick. Also why is no one kissing George Springer??? I think Vladdy should kiss him. I mean I think the whole team should all kiss him but Vladdy specifically should kiss him while they eat their stupid wonderbread sandwiches. Also though I am not a scholar of the old men on that team, every time they cross my dash they're doing something bananas gay. Love it. Blue Jays scholars please educate me on your old men! Basically whatever gay juice they seem to be spiking their gatorade with up there in Canada: it's good

I also very fond of Gunnar Henderson/Adley Rutschman of the Baltimore Orioles....chosen one 4 chosen one, it's SO good. Also they're huge and hot and Baltimore is such an interesting town. what more do you need. let them go on dates doing weird shit and eating ice cream!!! Also very fond of Chris Davis/Adam Jones for insane reasons, and Manny Machado/Jonathan Schoop for normal reasons.

My one Yankees mutual has found better things to do than spend her life on Tumblr (I miss you Rhi 😭😭) so I am sadly not as keyed into whatever those gay fucks are up to as I was but I have a special place in my heart for Kyle Higashioka and Gerrit Cole bc their arranged marriage is insane. Also, we are always on team Hapa. Also need someone to tell me if Aaron Judge and Anthony Rizzo are anything bc the pregame meal commercial is lodged in my brain like a disease you get from drinking river water, but since I have zero remaining Yankees mutuals, I have no idea what's up.

AND FINALLY, ENDING HERE SINCE THIS IS GETTING LONG, I am very fond of my friends across the bay the Oakland Athletics!! I saw an insane headline yesterday about the A's playing at Oracle while their stadium is being built in Las Vegas. This was, to be clear, the most deranged thing I have ever read and it will never happen because Larry Baer would kill David Kaval and John Fischer in real life -- HOWEVER, the idea of the Baby O's interacting with the baby Giants because they would share a stadium and presumably clubhouse made me howl like a dog. First of all, Tony Kemp and Mike Yastrzemski would be great co-parents (they're in love, they're in love, and they DON'T care who knows it) and I think their combined power could right the sinking ships of both teams. second of all, I need to see what happens when you mix traumatized Oakland rookies with Giants rookies who are being forced to play Kaplerball. I think it would literally be catastrophically horny. the teams would invent several new mental illnesses. the amount of doubleheaders would have a horrible effect on San Francisco's water supply. I honestly think we'd get a like California Hockey situation, where you come to the Bay Area and get your ass kicked by both teams, who meanwhile lose every single away game they play and are at the bottom of their respective leagues. It would be so good and so bad and I don't think the teams OR the fanbases would ever recover. The whole thing is very we found love in a hopeless place. What would you do, if you were Casey Schmidt, and you met Lawrence Butler? You would be so horny, and so uncool about it.

Anyway thank you for asking!!! and sorry to m pindergarten specifically and only, if she read that last paragraph

Excerpt of my very neglected Time Begins fic:

Blake almost bails on Casey to hang out with Sean but when he floats the idea past Sean as they all dress to leave, Sean stares at him in disbelief. “Don’t be an idiot,” he says.

“Why? You’re my friend.” Blake doesn’t get the look on Sean’s face. He just wants Sean to feel better.

“So is Casey,” says Sean. “Stop making him feel bad.”

“You feel bad now,” protests Blake.

Sean stands up. He towers over Blake while Blake is sitting with one of his shoes half on. Sean puts both hands on Blake’s shoulders and bends down. “Blake,” he says very quietly. “It is Pride weekend. Casey is asking you to get a beer with him on Pride weekend.”

“Oh,” says Blake. He blinks. “Oh, okay. I thought Pride weekend was a couple weeks ago but I guess that explains all the lesbians I saw this morning when I walked to the grocery store. Like, Dyke March, because it’s Saturday, right? So he wants to get a beer with me on Pride weekend, which is meaningful. I guess.”

Sean presses his forehead against Blake’s. “Don’t squash his joy,” he says. “Not today. Not this weekend.”

He cups the back of Blake’s neck. “Or I’ll tell Craw you made Casey cry,” he says sweetly.

Sean straightens. Blake makes a face. “You’re supposed to be my friend,” he says. “You’re not supposed to give me a shovel talk.”

Sean flicks him in the forehead. “I got a hot date tonight. Don’t text.” He swaggers off.

“Don’t call me for a ride home because I’m busy tonight,” Blake yells after him. He puts on his shoes.

#the fic is suuuuuch garbage and i need to edit it so bad but i am trying to yeet as many boxes out of this house as i can #before my new job starts next week. so every single fic i'm working on is having a nice restful stay in the garden for a while #my lakehouse fic likely will not get finished....alas lol. after i finish time begins i gotta throw all my energy into my fth fic #i have created a nightmare situation for myself beyond mortal comprehension but hey! at least i have dental insurance again #this post is a hot fucking mess my god but again the only person i'm apologizing to is m pindergarten. sorry m 😔 #cage replies #anon

[coconutcordiale]

Alright alright alright y'all I saw Devotion

This is not a glowing review of Glen nor this movie so if you don’t want to read that feel free to scroll.

I haven’t read the book, though the movie made me really want to! So that’s a positive for sure.

Also I know nothing about the Navy. Spoilers below the cut.

Disclaimer: I’m generally very critical of movies / tv, even ones I like, despite having zero real cinematic knowledge lol. My dad’s a producer so he and I love to pick apart movies and that habit has definitely made me hypercritical (as a frame of reference I have issues with TGM and New Girl too, two all time faves) so take my negative Nancy shit with a grain of salt please.

Things I liked in no particular order:

Jesse and Tom running the checklist just before Jesse crashes into the clearing

Every scene Christina Jackson was in - she was amazing

When the junior (I assume) sailors come out to watch Jesse’s carrier qualification - thought the reactions of the squadron were really interesting in this and overall a super emotional scene

The aerial scene in the beginning where Tom & Jesse fly by the lighthouse

Jonathan Majors. JONATHAN MAJORS, holy shit. He wowed me. Some scenes made me SO uncomfortable and I mean that in a good way (like him reciting things in the mirror) because he delivered them so viscerally without overplaying the character. His performance was incredibly balanced and overall outstanding imo. If it weren’t for him I likely would’ve hated this movie (sorry Glen)

The scene where the squadron is taking their flight gear before the funeral flight, thought this was cut beautifully with Daisy getting the news of Jesse's death

Glen’s my babygirl. He looks gorgeous in this movie. His facial expressions were generally great throughout. The first half of the movie I enjoyed him mostly (pretty much everything pre-Cannes). That’s kind of where my compliments end for him 🫣 I do not think this was his best performance by a long shot. Most of his line delivery fell flat for me.

That could’ve been because Jonathan Majors steals nearly every scene he’s in. It also could've been the writing, a lot of the dialogue felt very stilted and awkward, especially in emotionally heavy scenes on the carrier.

As a Glen fan, thought it was cute the girl Tom kissed in France was Gigi but most of the Cannes stuff was completely unnecessary. On the positive side there, the dynamic between Glen/Jonathan I thought was fairly likeable in the outdoor bar scene.

Joe Jonas was alright, my expectations were basically on the floor for him so he exceeded that, yay. There were scenes where I liked the CO and found his character engaging and then there were a couple towards the end where I thought he was awkward. I have nothing to say about the rest of the squadron, didn't dislike them or find them memorable.

My biggest gripe is that the pacing of this movie was ridiculous - it felt WAY longer than 2.3 hours. By the end I was beyond ready for it to be over. I probably would never be able to sit through this movie from beginning to end again which is unfortunate. The real bulk of the story is at the end but by the time it came around I was mentally done with the movie and thought a lot of the performances (especially glen’s) towards the end didn’t land. The timing of everything felt really off and although I thought the actor’s performances were generally stronger in the beginning, things took so long to get going that by the end I somewhat checked out.

Overall, loved Jonathan Majors and Christina Jackson. Adored their performances. Felt mostly neutral about everyone else. Extremely negative about the pacing.

Also I still think the world of Glen!!!! I completely understand how easy it is for me to criticize vs the constraints they actually worked with in making this! Sorry don't hate me for this :(

@wombtotombx & @fuckyeahhangman

#devotion #edited to clarify my thoughts because I reread it and realized what I was saying didn’t make sense

[niksixx]

What’s your opinion on Jancy (the Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler pairing)? I think they’re cute together. The actors are dating in real life.

Oh boy I’m gonna ruffle the feathers of Jancy shippers 😂 (Hehe all in good fun)

I don’t ship them 🫣 Who Nancy and Jonathan are now (in season 4) are not the same people they were in seasons 1, 2, and 3. They have outgrown each other and want different things in life. Also, Jonathan will never, never love Nancy more than his love for Joyce and Will. His duty is to be there for his family, Joyce and Will. And I interpret Nancy’s character as a girl who just wants someone to love her and put her first. (Because let’s face it, she sees her parents’ marriage and does NOT want to end up in a marriage like that.) Basically, Nancy and Jonathan can’t be who the other needs and that is going to be why they break up in season 5. That’s all my opinion though! (I’m also a huge Steve and Nancy shipper if you couldn’t tell lol and I have many thoughts on why I believe they’re better suited for each other now, in season 4, than they were as young high schoolers but I’ll save that for another post if people wanna know my thoughts😊)

Now Charlie and Natalia, the actual actors who play Jonathan and Nancy? Adorable. Wonderful. Match made in Heaven!! ❤️

#jancy #stancy

[munsons-melody]

I know she been through a whole lot. But damn. I got real sick of Nancy’s attitude in S4. Especially with Robin.

tbh i do agree 🫣 i love nancy, don’t get me wrong but she can get on my nerves sometimes

like in season 2 when she is always like “we killed barb!” to steve cause it made me feel bad for steve cause the poor guy just wanted a normal night with his girlfriend whom he loved after all they went through the year before

and then after everything she went through with jonathan, in s4 she doubting her and jonathan’s relationship

idk i love nancy but she does irk me

edit: i do also get annoyed on how much she got annoyed with robin in s4 cause she should’ve been more loving like when it came to the whole penthurst situation

#munsons-melody asks #stranger things #eddie munson #munsons-melody #steve harrington

[allie131313]

You and a group of friends decided to go to the new haunted house, but things are getting too intense 🫣

Are you hiding behind this babe or that babe to protect you from all the scary?

Ooooh this one is good!!!!

Definitely hiding behind Jonathan!! Nothing against Jackson, but Jackson is still human and likely to get scared.

Now Jonathan, he’s basically inhuman and thrives off of fear so feel he’d be more likely to fight back bc in his mind, he’s the only one who has right to scare anyone.

I also feel like Jonathan would have such interest in opening up a “haunted house” once he see the type of reactions it’s getting from people. He’d be taking notes the whole tour prob.

But I would prefer to be sandwiched between them😏

#allie answers asks?

[whovianwholikesgirls]

Kate and Jonathan being pinning idiots in love during Will’s fucking funeral in s1 lol

God, he’s so fucking beauitful, Kate thought to themselves. Which was highly inappropriate considering that at this moment they were at Will’s funeral. They missed him, not as much as Jonathan and Joyce obviously, but they still felt this missing piece whenever they stayed over at the Byers’ house. Now was not the time to be thinking about how good Jonathan looked in his suit.

You’re just looking at them as a distraction to your grief. That’s not fair to them, or to yourself. Fuck! Now they’re looking at you, Byers. Nice going! Jonathan had to shift his attention now though because the service was starting. His face burned the entire time because instead of grieving his brother, all he could think about was how Kate’s eyes met his.

There was a line of tension between them that he wanted to snap. At that moment, he didn’t care where he was because his world became Kate. All he wanted to do was to walk across the field where his brother was being buried, take the hand of the person who had been his best friend since he was six, and drive. He didn’t care where he drove, he just knew that he felt better when all that existed was him, Kate, and whatever cassette they decided they wanted as the soundtrack to their drive. Kate always picked R.E.M’s Murmur and Jonathan always felt himself get butterflies whenever he thought about the fact that an album that he had introduced his best friend to on a whim, had not only become one of their favorite albums but also the soundtrack to his favorite moments with them.

One of his favorite things in the world was when one of Kate’s favorite songs from either album would start playing, he would feel them take his hand and squeeze. Jonanthan, this is it!! It’s my song!! He believed it, he believed that Michael Stipe and Peter Buck had written “Perfect Circle” and “West of the Fields” just for them.

He felt a familiar pressure on his hand that brought him out of his daydream.

“The service was nice.” They said, “and you….. Well, you look nice.”

“Thanks,” he said, hoping they didn’t spend too long calling his name or anything while he daydreamed about them. That would be embarrassing. “You look nice too.”

They blushed. “Listen, I totally understand if you want to stay here and support your mom or spend some more time with Will. Honestly, it’s probably selfish of me to ask but-“

He didn’t let them finish that thought. “Yes. Yes, I want to get out of here. And it’s never selfish for you to ask to spend time together, ever.”

He took both of their hands in his because it felt like the thing he needed to do to ground himself in order to admit the next part. He didn’t give himself time to overthink what that might mean, he just knew that they needed to hear this.

“Spending time with you has been the one, no actually, the only thing that has kept me sane. Not just now but honestly since the moment I met you when we were six and the very first thing you said to me was, ‘do you like to read?’ Then we spent the entire day comparing bookshelves. Okay now I’m rambling but just….” He took a deep breath, “Never doubt how much I want to spend time with you.”

They grinned. “Noted. Come on, let’s get out of here. It’s been a long day and we deserve one of our usual driving dates with Michael, Peter, Mike, and Bill.”

Date. The word made Jonathan’s head swim.

This is the other mini fic to make it out of the Google doc and into the Tumblr blog @anything-thats-rock-and-roll @itsfreakingbats

In the self shipping community here, ships have a tagline that’s not just their ship name. I’m thankful for Kristen’s brain for coming up w mine🥰🥰🥰🥰 They give me butterflies🫣🥹🥹🥹🥹

#just two idiots being in love and too chicken to say it #right in front of everyone at Will’s funeral lol #they just can’t help themselves #kate x jonathan #the escapades of loner boy and his precious kate ✨

[no-mercy-bby]

ABBY I LITERALLY WANNA KNOW YOUR OPINIONS ON EVERYTHING SONCE UR BASICALLY CAUGHT UP NOW

like what are do you have to say about some of the themes and characters (specifically steve)🫣

Oh gosh, geez, WELL Steve is a fucking asshole in the first season and I'm still glad Jonathan beat his ass. I really don't care for the whole love triangle with Nancy- just cause there's a love triangle in everything now- and she kinda lead Steve on at the end of the first season while also caring for Jonathan, although I did like how Nancy and Jonathan got together cause of that crazy journalist dude. Anyways I do like the end of the first season where Steve got rid of those asshole friends of his, and then the second season where he helps them all out. Although if Steve bought me a bouquet of red roses- I'm that easy to please tbh -I would've jumped into his arms. Season three Steve though, very nice and caring, I like his dynamic with Robin especially the fact the Steve insists he can get chicks while constantly proving he doesn't. I liked when he beat up that Russian guy too, cause sure he couldn't beat up Jonathan or Billy, but a commie? Yeah, totally. Overall, Steve probably has the best character arc in the show. In other news, I don't really care for Mike x El, like its kinda cute but I dunno. Lucas x Max though, I really like them together especially when they were making fun of Dustin and Suzie. I feel bad for Will cause so far he's either hiding/fighting monsters or he's just scared- it makes me :( I'm still hyped for Joyce and Hopper to get together❗❗ They're perfect for each other❗❗

I can't wait to start season 4 with my brother tomorrow and try to act completely normal when I see Eddie Munson- I already know I'm going to giggle every time I see him-

#not master of puppets playing from my eddie playlist as i type this out💀 #sorry if these thoughts are out of order or have the wrong season cause time is irrelvant to me #season 3 steve is best steve in my opinion #also someone last year sent me an ask saying i was like nancy and now idk what to think #nancy is on both sides of the fence #and if she gets with steve in the fourth season cause jonathan moved away? uh uh no ma'am #idk something about jonathan and his *accidental* stalker tendancies scratches my brain #bby ask #wifeyyy😩💍