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19 | eren’s morbid doll ❝ the world is cruel but also beautiful ❞

[hcvneymoon]

hcvneymoon ── .✦ she/her. 19. hispanic. lana del rey. ultraviolence. honeymoon. attack on titan. eren yeager defender, enthusiast, and apologist. eremika. jean kirstein. stranger things. steve harrington. multi-fandom. be nice ! WEIRD MEN DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME

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[lavandelait]

beat him up some more for me

[freyaskyejones]

TOGETHER WE ARE AMERICA

BAD BUNNY Super Bowl LX Halftime show ending speech | February 8, 2026.

[filmtvtoday]

There's a sea. On the other side of the sea is freedom. That's what I always believed. But I was wrong. On the other side of the sea are enemies. Every part of this is exactly how I saw in my dad's memories. Hey, if we kill all our enemies, over there, will we finally be free?

ATTACK ON TITAN — 3.22: The Other Side of the Wall

[jackietaylorsghost]

FLEABAG (2016) Created by Phoebe Waller-Bridge

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

how it feels occasionally revisiting your old fandom you’re no longer a part of but all the good memories are still there. #nostalgia

[swordblade]

My favorite ships are the ones where there’s nothing wrong with shipping them in canon but the default/go with what’s popular fanbases treat it like it’s the most deplorable most problematic piece of fiction to exist of all time and all the shippers are horrible people, and deserve endless harassment over it.

[lullabiesinaglasswilderness]

[hcvneymoon]

coach!steve fucks singlemom!reader

⟢ 18+ mdni missionary, breeding kink, p in v, singlemom!reader

Your son had been taking a real interest in baseball lately. It was already the third practice this week, and he hadn’t stopped talking about it once, about how Coach Steve taught him how to throw better, how he adjusted his form, how he proudly complimented his swing. Your son talks about practice the whole way home afterward, filled with enthusiasm thanks to his supportive coach.

You’ve taken a bit of a liking to your son’s coach too. Steve, Coach Steve, as the kids formally called him, was an attractive man, very good with the kids, and charming in a way that he had the skills to back up. The kids easily would listen to him, how natural he took on the role of a mentor while he instructed them.

You weren’t the only woman who fawned over the handsome coach. Plenty of other mothers, whose sons were coached by Steve, were a mess around him.

You told yourself that it was only attraction. You were no different from the others. That it was nothing more than noticing someone who happened to look charming and good at what he did.

Now, he had you beneath him. His hands gripping around your waist tight, pulling you closer so he could slam his hips against yours. The force made your back arch, a sharp gasp caught in your throat from the pull, yet, he kept moving against you, dragging another moan out of you with every roll of his hips, each thrust slapping loudly between you

His fingers digged into your skin, keeping you still as he dragged his cock in and out of your soaking cunt, each inch stretching your walls, pressing deep against that spot that made your legs clench around his hips.He rolled his hips deeper, thrusts getting messier, pulling out just enough to make you whine, then shoving back in harder, pulling another moan out of you.

“I should give you another– mmph- baby,” Steve managed between hash breaths. “You’re already a mommy. what’s one more in you?”

You were unable to respond, your breath shaky as the rush of pleasure became overwhelmingly too much, washing over your entire body. Your stomach tightened, your walls squeezing around him tightly enough to tear a groan out from his throat. You came hard around his length as he kept moving, your juices coating him with every quick thrust.

“let me finish inside,” Steve breathed, feeling his cock pulsate around you. His grip tightened around you, snapping his hips forward harder, desperately chasing for his own release as he groaned out, “Fu-fuck, please, let me make you mine. i’ll give you whatever you want.”

“do it, Steve. i’m yours,” you breathed out.

He slammed his hips forward one last time, his cock twitching deep inside you, and you felt his heavy warmth spilling out as he came hard, letting out a long groan as buried himself in you. His grip on you loosened, but his body kept fucking his release into you, grinding to make sure every last drop stayed inside.

[kassy-djomunson]

ahoy

[hcvneymoon]

nostalgia will be the death of me

[bunnypale]

[insecuregodcomplex]

“ten years ago” and it’s 2016 oh ill throw up

[sour-strawberry-kisses]

I don't want to think about it or I'm gonna have another existential crisis at 25

[wheelerharrington]

STRANGER THINGS 1.03 | Chapter Three: Holly, Jolly

[hcvneymoon]

Comforting nance after she witnessed what happened to her family :(

⟢ requested, mentions of blood, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, nancy needs a hug, f!reader

Nancy wished she could erase the image from her mind. Her mother on the floor… covered in her own blood… barely even alive. It was something no one should ever have to see, an absolute horror to walk into. Her father was already gone, and now her little sister was missing.

El had gone off after Holly, and now, all of you were stuck waiting at the hospital. Nancy, Mike, Lucas, and you, sitting in that dim waiting room with nothing but silence.

You couldn’t stop glancing at Nancy. Your chest ached for her, no one deserved to go through this, at least her. She shouldn’t have to lose more people she cared about. Not again. Not after everything she had already survived. She’d been through enough.

Didn't help knowing that her mom was in surgery while Nancy still had her blood on her hands and clothes. She couldn’t stop staring at it. The iron smell clung to her skin, making her sick, and angry at herself, angry at the plan.

They should’ve done this earlier, a different day, any other day. Why today? why now? why, why, why?

It wasn't their fault. They couldn’t have known. But Nancy couldn’t stop those thoughts from flooding in. Nancy pushed herself up from her seat. "I'll be back,” she muttered, almost like there wasn't any emotion underneath her tone.

She walked straight into the ladies restroom, dark and quiet, staring back at her own reflection. Her eyes dropped immediately to the blood on her hands. She rushed to twist the handle of the faucet on the sink as fast as she could, the water hitting her skin, but the blood wouldn’t leave. Her breath started shaking.

The familiar wave of emotions hit her all over again, guilt, panic, anger crashing into her like a rollercoaster. This was her fault. It had to be. She blamed herself. She blamed the plan.

She scrubbed harder. Get off, get off, get off. Stupid soap wasn’t doing anything to wash off the blood.

Nancy’s eyes were glossy, her face still tinted with everything she was feeling. The sudden creek of the restroom door made her jump. She whipped her head toward the sound, eyes widening.

“Nance? you alright?” you asked, voice soft.

Nancy realized it was only you. She sniffed, looking back at the sink, her hands still covered in blood. Her mouth parted, exhaustion written all over her face. Your eyes flicked to the sink too, realizing what she’d been trying to do.

You stepped closer, slowly placing a hand on her shoulder. You weren’t even sure she’d want you to touch her in a moment like this, not with how distressed she was. But that one small gesture broke her. She couldn’t hold herself together anymore.

She turned toward you, her face falling apart. “I can’t–” her voice broke. “I can’t stop seeing it.”

You wrapped your arms around her without even thinking twice, holding her as she cried. “I know,” you murmured. “It’s okay. I got you.”

She wanted to hold you back, she really did. But with her hands still covered in blood, she couldn’t bring herself to. You pulled from the hug, your eyes dropping down to her stained hands. You carefully reached out for her wrists.

You guided her back to the sink, releasing one wrist to turn on the faucet. As soon as the water ran, you took her wrist again and brought both under the running water.

“It’s not gonna come off,” she muttered.

“It will,” you murmured. “Just let me help.”

She gave a weak nod and leaned a little closer, letting you wash the blood from her skin. Bit by bit, the red began to fade down the drain.

Nancy’s shoulders finally dropped, her body softening just slightly. “Thank you,” she whispered.

You dried her hands with a paper towel, and once her hands were finally clean, you offered her a faint smile. “Let’s go back whenever you’re ready,” you said softly.

Nancy took in a long breath, then lifted her eyes to yours. “I’m ready,” she whispered. You stayed right beside her as the two of you stepped out of the restroom together.

[hcvneymoon]

somehow her DAD came back omg

[hcvneymoon]

do you write smut for matthew’s character william afton or skeet’s character henry emily? (age gap smut?)🤭

I can write for both !! :3

[hcvneymoon]

i just watched fnaf & then read your mike fic omg i need more pls

would you write mike x bsf!reader who are secretly into each other but no one makes the first step. one night they fall asleep at his place & he tells her to just sleep over cause it’s way too late to go home alone.

she ends up sleeping in his bed with him & wakes up to his morning wood pressing into her back (somehow they ended up spooning ig?).

so they both overcome their fear & make out & fuck?🤭

OO GIRL i can do that ! ill add it to my wips :3 !!

[hcvneymoon]

would you write steve harrington x byers!reader being caught in the act by the adults & hopper holding a loooong ass speech about being safe & all?💀

murray would probably laugh his ass off😭

WAIT this reminds me of s3 hopper. I’ll add to my wip ! :3