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5 year old will: *crying*

LJ: why you crying? You crying cause I lost my wallet?

5 year old will: *nods*

LJ: Christmas ain't cancelled, motherfucker

LJ: Christmas ain't ever cancelled as long as you know how to steal *pulls out a candy bag from under his clothes* merry Christmas, asshole

Ok, so I need help. I (22) live with 2 roommates (my bffs jj, and lilly). My family is Christian conservative and I'm genderfluid. I have been dating Lilly for 2 years now (our anniversary was yesterday) and I dont know how to tell my family about my sexuality and my gf.

For context: I have used binders since I was 15 (when jj bought me one). My mom helped me set up my dorm when I was in college (I dropped out 😅) and she saw my binder in a packing box labeled 'private'. She asked what it was so since I was in nursing I made up this giant lie about it being a chest compressor to help restart the heart. Now my mom thinks binders are for resurrection.

When my cousin came out as gae to my family at age 17 at our family reunion, they kicked him out of their house and the family.

I want to come out but I'm horrified of the backlash. What do I do?

Your Charlie fics are currently giving me life<3

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i constantly think about the fact that i tried to make a joke about how fanfic authors try to fake their death/having an illness and someone believed me and messaged me saying that they were worried

Me when Billy Lenz:

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HE’S GOT NO BUSINESS BEING SO WHINEY WTF 😭😭🙏🙏🙏

dont stop

paring: em x reader

summary: your father ditched you again and the only person you felt that would listen is your ex babysitter, mr. munson.

warnings: 18+, age gap; eddie is 39, reader is 19, dirty talk, smut (p in v), daddy issues, language, MDI

wc: 2427 words

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You wanted to turn around, but you couldn't. you were walking through the trailer park this late at night in your silky white dress, frustrated. Tears flooding down your pretty little face along with smeared mascara. The trailer was right in front of you. No lights were on, it was pure silence adjusting with your sniffling. 

You knocked once, there was no answer. So you pounded, harder and harder. You needed him right now… you needed to speak to your old babysitter again. He always listens to your problems no matter what..

It's been 2 years since you’ve seen him, even spoken to him. 

The door jolted open. There he was, Eddie Munson, your old babysitter. The older man with long curly hair that rested on his muscular chest. His body was flooded with tattoos, all over his neck, chest, arms, and hands, his beard was also well managed. You’ve never seen him with his shirt off, never thought you ever would,

“Erm, does your father know you’re out here at this time? And why are you crying? Are you okay?” he says in a concerned cooling tone. You were too focused on his body and how it looks so young and healthy. How his curls perfectly falls over the tatto-

“Hello?” he snapped in your face to get your attention. “I- I'm sorry, I'm just… My dad … and- and I just,” you began to tear up.

“Hey, hey,” he wipes your tears in a flash, as if he actually was concerned. You liked it… “come on, you're soaked,” he said as he pulled you inside and kicked the door close behind him. Your eyes panned around the place. You stood by the door as he flopped down on the sofa, brushing his hair out of his face with his hands. 

His hand waved you over, “come sit baby, tell me what's wrong,” he said. You walked over and sat next to him. Taking a huge gulp to your throat, you finally spoke, “my dad, he told me he was coming to get me tonight, to take me out to my favorite place to eat, to make up the times he never got the chance to come see me,” you stumbled over your words. “And im- im so fucking sick of it, its like he lies so many times.” you paused, throwing your face into your palms. Tears filled the small cup that your palms created. You struggled to look back up at eddie, but you managed to,

“When is it ever gonna end?” you whined and let out a sharp breath of air as your tears dropped to the floor. Eddie groped your chin lightly for you to face him, “baby, when was the last time you seen your dad?” he asked. Your eyes panned back to the floor, “the last time you babysat me when i was 17 was the last time,” you stated. 

“Jesus…you know.. Ever Since i've known your father he's been… kinda off. I mean the dude was a jackass if you ask me, he dont deserve a pretty daugter like you” he admits. You faced him quickly and jabbed him in the arm, “hey! He's still my dad you know,” you slightly shouted. He softly fell back onto the sofa and extended his arms out on top of it, “aww c’mon, he's Jason cavers, baby, and its the truth. But nobody deserves that kind of treatment from their father.” he reaches over to grab a cigarette and lighter. 

“Well, you’re right… did you have a good relationship with yours?” you asked him. He lit the cigarette and sat back up, “well, while the other dads were teaching their kids how to fish or play ball, my old man was teaching me how to hotwire,” he explained as he puffed on his cig,

“That's… that's all?” you asked him, “it's been a while.” he said. He planted the cig between his lips and grazed your cheek, wiping your tears away along with the smudged mascara. “There's something else too,” you mumbled, “go on” he said. “Well, my mom took my car keys this morning all because I was smoking in my room,” you explained. Eddie chuckled, “What's funny? You think that's funny mr.munson?” you shouted, “how am i supposed to drive to the market? Better yet, how am I supposed to go out with my friends tomorrow? It's a long ass drive. And I literally walked here. Like I probably should be having a cramp in my feet by now,” you whined. Eddie put out his cig and stood up as he chuckled again. His palm wiped his face as he said, “is this actually about your dad? Or is the little baby just upset about her keys getting taken?” 

You thickly gasped as you stood to be right in front of him, “fist of all, i am Not a little baby. Second… you just don't understand!” you shouted, “yea? Well If this is about your old man then I apologize that you have to go through that, alright? Listen, if you need anything or just an old man to talk to then i'm here to listen to you, like always, and you know this. You couldve came to me a year ago or two, i would’ve helped ya out sugar-” you cut him off mid sentence,

“Oh FUCK IT, im ANGRY ok? My dad doesnt want to see me, THEN my mom takes my keys so i’ll have nothing to fucking do! Its so FUCKING frustrating. Now im standing here all drenched in this bitchy dress and my fucked up mascara,” you yelled as you stomped towards the back of his trailer, “hey, what are you doing? You can't just roam my place like that,” he says. 

You didn't really care, you went looking for a bathroom to clean yourself up but ended up in his bedroom. You were too angry to even slow down your actions. He followed you, beckoned himself onto the doorframe and spoke to you but you’ve already blocked him out.

Starting with your dress, you angrily yanked it over your head, exposing your white bra and panties, and you kicked off your shoes. Eddie's head quickly shot over to a blank wall, “the hell? Baby put your clothes back on,” he demanded. But you couldn't hear him over your own muffles,

“Everyone just fucking hates me today. Like when the fuck did i ever ask for this shit?” you mumbled. You quickly walked over to what seemed to be his dresser and snatched out one of his shirts that read, “hellfire club”. “The fuck?” you tried your best not to question it, instead you threw it over your body in a flash. 

Eddie on the other hand was starting to get concerned, “alright, that's it, i'm gonna call your old man and tell him to tell your mother to come and pick you up,” he said as he reached over to his phone. You jolted over to him and placed your hand onto the phone, “no.” you said, “no? Sweetheart you need some taming, you come in here, i try to help you out and then you roam my house, get half naked and take one of my shirts… usually i’d say “thats some metal shit,” but sweetheart you need to calm down, you’re acting like a fucking brat!,” he says in a deep controlling voice.

The kind of tone that straightened you up in a flash. You sat at the edge of his bed, “i- im sorry mr. munson… I'm just fed up. Okay? I didn't mean to have a bitch fit, everything just happened so fast.” you whined as he stood directly in front of you, looking down at you.

His soft bulged print was inches away from your face. You looked him up and down as you gently placed your hand on his arm, “it won't happen again, i- i promise,” you said as you gave him the most of your doe eyes. Eddie went silent for a moment. His eyes had completely darkened and he began to breathe deeply.

“Are you mad at me mr. munson? I'm sorry,” you exclaimed. The answer was no, Eddie wasn't upset with you, in fact he was amazed. Amazed on how quickly he tamed you, how you were sitting right before him, inches away from his length. “No” he says as he breaks the tension and walks over to the other side of the bed. He had his back facing you, holding his face, hoping this could all be over before its too late.

In your eyes there was no doubt that he was angry. He said no so dry and unexplanatory. You stood up and held your arms, feeling bad and filled with sorrow. A tear ran down your cheek along with a sniffle from your nose. He quickly turned around and bolted towards you. Cupping your face he says, “babygirl, i'm not mad, okay? It's okay.”

You looked up at him, and instantly wrapped your arms around his neck, feening for a hug. He hugged you back with no hesitation. Your clothed boobs were on his upper stomach. He held you at your waist, gripping them enough to toggle a knot in your abdomen. His skin was so soft and bulky, you wanted to stay like this forever. “D’you wanna sit down babygirl?” he whispered. You nodded and he sat down on the bed with you in his lap, still holding onto you. His eyes were pinned onto you as you looked down at his chest. It made your mouth water in hunger, made your pussy cry in agony because of how good the seating position looked. 

“Are you uncomfortable?” he asks, “no, im okay,” you reply. You knew you were feeling the heat between you two. You wanted more, but did not want to make him feel uncomfortable. So you started to send hints, “just maybe if i sit… like this?” you moved your hips more towards him. The cloth between the two of you was the only thing that stopped you from touching him. He gave your hips a soft squeeze, sending electrical shocks down your body. “This?” he asked.

His dick throbbed in his sweats, you could feel and see. You could only think about popping his dick into your mouth and tasting him. “I wanna know what you're thinking about, how you're feeling.” he ruts his hips into you, “wanna be all up in your mind, sweetheart,” he says in a deep tone. You look back up at him and at this time, your pussy was throbbing and screaming in agony. You were desperately grinding against him,

“I.. i want..” you struggled. You knew what you wanted, needed, craved. GOD DAMN Y/N SPIT IT OUT GIRL!

“I want you.. I want you,” you whined, “please daddy.” his eyes lowered and darker as a soft sound escaped his mouth, 

“Say it, pretty pretty pretty-”

“Please” you finished his sentence with a little whimper. The sexual tension was really a problem… and only he could solve it. You shivered along with your breaths. His huge hands guided you as you continuously grinded on him. Feeling his thick dick under his sweats, feeling it throb of need and greed, feeling the heat between the two of you. 

“Right there, sweetheart,” he whispered, not breaking any eye contact. He watched your pretty face as it presented pure pleasure. His right hand moved from your hip to your ass, massaging it slowly. Your mouth opened slightly as your breath deepend. Your lips were now onto eddies as tongue broke the barrier, fishing for his tongue. his beard rubbed against your face as both tongues were wrestling each other as Eddie moved his hand down from your ass to the back of your pussy. He made small circles, allowing you to lightly moan in his mouth. Working his hand in your thin cloth panties, he notices how wet you are.

Looking you deeply in the eyes, he pulls away from the kiss, sending a look that asks “do i have permission?” you nodded slightly.

He hated the fact that he loved your hair, your eyes, your pretty lips, the curves of your body, all of it. He even hates himself because he knows he’ll never be able to replace your asshole father as he eases his cock into you. Creating a burning sensation, “mm fuck,” you moaned, “are you okay?” he asks you, caring so deeply for your feelings. “It h-hurts.. So good. More, please,” you whined in his mouth.

He pushes you own onto his huge, bulging dick. “You're so tight sweetheart,” he moaned. Quickly, eddie flipped you over so that you were beneath him. He kicked his sweats off an kneeled in front of you as his dick was throbbing inside of you. you squirmed underneath him, admiring his chest hairs with small specks of silver, so needy that you were basically fucking yourself.

Grabbing your neck, he slightly pulls out of you, and pounds it back in, “ohh, fuck, please, harder,” you cried out. He repeatedly pounded into you, causing your eyes to tear up. You loved it, every bit of attention he's given you and every inch of his dick. He looked down at his dick as it slit in and out of your pretty cunt, watching your glisining slit cover it repeatedly, “such a good fucking girl for me,” he grunts. 

He leans down, still thrusting into you, and kisses your lips so gently. He pulls back from the kiss, causing a string of fluids to pull due to the distance, “so beautiful sweetheart, so tight, so wet,” he pants. Your tits bounced in the inside of his hellfire shirt as he watches, “that's the last of my favorite shirts. Who told you you could wear that one?” he thrusts harder,

“Im sorry- im sorry i didn't know. I'm a brat… im your fucking brat” you whined as tears ran down the side of your face. He didnt know if you were hurt or if he’d done something wrong. He pulls out of you, “are you okay? Do we need to stop? We can stop if you nee-”. You sat up and grabbed him by his dick, you stuck it back inside of you, looked him deeply in the eyes and said, “dont stop fucking me, please.” 

The noices of skin slapping skin, moans and whimpers, and sounds of liquid messes filled the room and echoed off of the walls. 

You looked so beautiful taking his dick, so beautiful that he wanted to stay inside of you forever, he wanted to die there, so you’ll be the last thing he sees.

Hey everyone! I'm so sorry I haven't been posting lately, I've been working on my shop and now im redoing my room. When my room is done, I will start working on your requests. I can guarantee they will all be done by December 5th. Hope to see you all soon!

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