#cw: heavy making out

[imfinereallyy]

“Who was your first kiss?”

“Depends what you mean.” Steve hits the joint Eddie passed to him. They are sitting on the roof of the trailer, stargazing. It is the first clear night of summer. Steve feels lighter than he has in months.

“I'm not really sure if there is another way to ask that, Harrington.” Eddie laughs around the tip of the joint. “It's a pretty simple question. Besides, I thought this was secret time. No need to get shy on me now.” Eddie spins to his side dramatically, tucking his hands beneath his face. He stares at Steve with joy in his eyes.

Steve takes the joint, pulls, and huff smoke into Eddie’s face. A soft laugh escapes him. “Well, I mean, do you mean like the first real kiss? Or, like, when did I start practicing?”

“Practicing?”

“Yea like, figure out how to, and what its like before the real deal? So it doesn't count.”

“I'm sorry—” Eddie scrunches his eyebrows “—I’m confused. Why wouldn't it count?”

“Cause it was with a guy.” Steve shrugs because he doesn't think it's a big deal. He doesn't understand why Eddie is hung up on it.

But then, Eddie's face does this thing for a second. Like he isn't sure whether to be angry or sad, but then it relaxes. Instead, a look of puzzlement takes over his face. “Steve, it counts. Like—even though you're not attracted to guys, that still counts as a first kiss. It’s like—kinda hurtful you think it doesn't.”

Steve tilts his head and goes over what he said in his mind. He can't recall saying anything ridiculous like he does when he is high. “Okay, now I'm confused.”

Eddie stares and says nothing.

“No! Not like confused as in I don't get why your upset, but more like confused who said I was straight?”

In shock Eddie manages, “What now?”

“Never said I was straight. I just meant that if we're talking about first kisses, usually people mean a girl. So the guy doesn't count. Especially because I didn't know I liked guys then. Think even if I was straight this right here—” Steve waves a hand between the two of them “—is pretty homoerotic so I think straight went out the window.”

Eddie swallows, looks down at Steve’s lips, and looks back into his eyes. “There is so much to unpack there. But first, thank you for telling me. Second, Steve. That is like not how it works. Just cause a kiss is practice doesn't mean you didn't kiss. Like just cause you're hitting balls at practice instead of the game, doesn't mean you're not hitting them.”

Something settles in Steve. “Huh, I guess I never thought of it that way.”

Eddie grabs Steve by the shoulders. “I'm glad you understand, but onto more pressing matters. Who was this boy you practiced with?”

“Oh, it was Tommy Hagan.”

Eddie drops his hands in shock. “Hagan?! C’mon Stevie, I thought you had better taste.”

Steve giggles at Eddie’s antics. He can't help but take in how pretty Eddie is when he gets all worked up. It is unfair in Steve’s eyes. How someone can be so wonderful even when they are losing their mind.

Steve can't resist the urge to finally flirt a little. “He wasn't my type Munson. Like I said, just practice. Wasn't really into it. Pretty sure he liked it more than me. I think if I liked him, I would have figured out the whole bisexual thing a lot sooner. No, my type is definitely more in the dark curly hair nerd department.”

Eddie swallows nervously, “Nancy?”

Steve isn't offended by Eddie’s question. Steve knows he's scrambling, can tell by the blush on his face. Steve feels hope spark within his chest. “No, she's great and all, but I was thinking more masculine. With pretty doe eyes, a deep laugh, a kind soul, and horrible taste in music.”

Eddie sputters, and Steve watches his blush spread, “My music is great!”

“Hmmm, sure.”

“Hey Stevie? Do you feel like you need more practice?” Eddie leans in close brushing his nose against Steve’s with a sudden rush of bravery.

“No, i’ve had enough practice. Think I want the real thing.”

“Okay I want to be smooth but I have to google d response to that so I am going to kiss you now.” Eddie rushes out.

“Sounds perfect.” Eddie closes the gap before Steve can say anything else. Eddie tastes like salted chocolate and weed. It's sweet and musky and so very Eddie. It starts soft, the softest kiss Steve’s had, just plush lips pushed against each other.

It slowly builds to more. Steve’s hands travel up Eddie’s sides and into his hair. He wonders how a wild thing could be so, so soft. Steve gives a gentle tug, and Eddie moans deeply into him. Eddie’s hands grab Steve’s waist and yank him forward. His hands are to cause bruises surely, and the thought leaves Steve giddy. The sounds Eddie makes are getting desperate, which causes Steve to release his own moan.

Eddie doesn't waste a second taking advantage and shoving his tongue inside Steve’s mouth. He’s warm and wet, and oh God, Steve wants more, more, more.

After a few minutes, Eddie pulls back. “Wait, who did you really think was your first kiss?”

Steve rests his forehead on Eddie’s. He can't help but think his answer is a little funny. “Carol Perkins.”

“Wait, wasn't she dating Tommy?”

“Oh yeah. He was there actually. Kinda encouraged it to happen.”

Eddie looks torn between laughing and being disgusted. “Again, so much to unpack, but I don't think I want to touch that with a ten-foot pole. At least not tonight. Can we go back to making out?”

“Yes please.” Steve all but begs, a while releasing into the space between them.

They don't pull apart until their lips are swollen and their throats are raw from moaning. It’s Steve’s best first kiss yet.

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originally this was more angsty and going to be more reflective on my personally experience of the very popular thought of “if my first kiss is with a girl it doesn't count” that I see a lot of bisexuals like myself (and other sexually fluid people...honestly an experience the whole LGBTQ+ community has) have. Like having that realization made me re-evaluate myself. But it ended up being more light hearted and using another experience of mine which is being out but refusing to count the first kiss because of who it was with. Steve and I...we have regrets. I still might write the other one, we shall see :)

#steddie #eddie brings up steve’s brief stint unknowingly in a throuple all the time #Steve screams it was one time #Eddie doesn't stop its too funny #he finally gives up when steve admits he thinks carol is gay #eddie munson loves steve harrington #steve Harrington loves Eddie munson #stranger things #cw: heavy making out #my first time writing making out be kind please #have literally wrote dirty talk and not making out?? #ficlet #my writing #tommy hagan #carol perkins #steddie fic #ao3

[rileyclaw]

first friend, final protector.

#hey gang! chose violence last night and whipped this out in a day! #anyways! im afraid for flapjack in season 3! teehee !!! #tw: character death #toh #the owl house #cw: angst #like hEAVY <3 #comic #my art #fanart #belos #hunter toh #willow park #huntlow #the parallel of huntlow and caleb and the witch he fell for makes me HURT #once again! I made this in under 24 hours . its fun that way #flapjack toh #twitter HATES me for this yall i am still laughing hysterically at their gutted reactions #toh comic #toh season 3 #toh spoilers #tw death

[starry-bi-sky]

my body's aching like a knock-down drag-out

and my poor heart is an open wound A Childhood Friends Au snippet that very briefly delves into Danny's life post-accident. CW: Mild Mentions of Blood, Violence, VERY mild gore ig. Danny briefly recalls getting impaled during a fight.

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What they don't tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it can hurt. That it can hurt more than when you were alive. That when you die, the emotions you die with stick with you like a leech that just won't let go. That emotions are ugly little thorns that stick their barbs into you and grow beneath your skin; or, at least, whatever’s left of it. 

Danny is familiar with anger. It kept him warm in Gotham, when his parents weren't home from work and he and Jason were crowding Crime Alley with their presence. It kept him warm in Amity, when the fresh sting of moving was still needling into his heart and he wanted nothing more than to rip and tear into the closest person next to him.

He's familiar with violence. With fights. With death. He's seen people die in Crime Alley probably every day. From overdose, from gunshots, from stab wounds; anything that can kill, rest assured he's seen it. He's familiar with getting his own knuckles rough and bloody when other kids turn and bare their teeth at him and Jason; they're all just starving dogs stuck in a fighting pit, primed and ready to rip out each other's throats. 

Black eyes, stomped hands, bloody noses. You name it; he’s had it. Gotham is paved with the blood of her children, and Danny likes to imagine that when he was born, the doctors handed his mother a file and told her; “Take it. He’s going to need it for his teeth.” 

Danny’s mom (and dad, for that matter) was too busy trying to keep him and Jazz fed, so Danny stole the file from her drawer with Jazz’s help, and did it himself.  

He’s familiar with anger, he thought he was getting better at it these days. It doesn’t come to him as easily as it did before. Of course, that was before Jason died. 

Danny is less familiar with grief. Caring kills and Gotham kills the caring, so Danny cares very little about other people. Or he tries to. But grief hurts. His grief hurts. It hurts too much. It hurts like a bug trying to crawl out of his chest; like a rat chewing a hole through his heart. Some days he wants to dig his hands into his hair and split himself down the middle. Some days he just wants to scream. 

He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead. 

He wants the whole city to hear him wailing, some days. It sticks itself in the back of his throat like bile, and Danny is one wrong retch away from letting it loose. It sticks in his lungs like all the tar he’s smoked in since he was nine. It pushes and aches at his temples, in his head, like his brain is trying to swell out of his skull. His thoughts becoming so loud they threaten to commandeer his tongue.  

He has no mouth, but he must scream. 

Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it hurts more than when you were alive. Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it’s violent. That it’s bloody. Or as bloody as it can be when everyone has no blood. 

Another thing they don’t tell you about being dead, is that it’s a lot like Gotham that way.

With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies forget death itself. Blood comes easy, like water, and teeth are encouraged. Bring your own fangs to the fight. Dying is something you can just walk off. 

Danny’s been dead for three months. He can’t say he’s been walking it off easy. He’s perfected the art of turning his nails into claws since his heart was still beating, but he can’t say he’s perfected fighting other ghosts. 

Scrappy is just not enough. 

He feels like he’s back in Gotham again. Back in her death-shroud alleyways, fighting someone bigger than him. But there’s no Jason to watch his back, and Danny has to get himself out of there alone. Or he might just not get up at all. 

Black eyes, busted lips. It’s familiar to him like an old scent, Danny isn’t quite sure that he’s missed it. It’s more familiar than his fights with Dash. 

But there’s no one else who can do it but him. Not Sam, not Tucker. He can’t lose them too. He can’t. He can’t. He can’t. His heart can’t take another break, he already feels like he’s going insane. 

With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies fight like death themself. He learns why when Technus puts a street sign through his stomach one day. It pins him to the asphalt like a moth pinned by its wings. 

Danny claws at the metal like how an animal caught in a trap chews off its leg, and every move is blinding pain. He thinks he was howling, but it’s hard to tell. He couldn’t recognize the sound of his voice. 

He bleeds green. It mixes in black with the pitch blackhole in his heart, which throbs and twists and cries in time with his reckless panic. The finger-choking terror of dying again strangles out the air he doesn’t need. His blood evaporates, only to reabsorb into him. It just bleeds out again, cycling like a snake eating its own tail. 

Danny breaks his nails clawing at the metal, and eventually gets it in his mind to pull it out. So he does, and the end drips ectoplasm green as he gets to his feet. In red-vision, Danny sends the sign back with snarling, vicious fervor. The pain is irrelevant in his rage.

Only after the fight does the hole the pole left start to close. Danny doesn’t shift human until it’s gone. Unlike other injuries, a scar stays behind. Ugly; mottled, it aches for a week with every twist and stretch his body makes. He hates it. 

Being dead is agony. 

Every part of him is in pain. Every step, every word he speaks, everything he does, it is prerequisite with pain. The body is temporary, but the soul is forever, and death has carved into it with its freezing green hands and left him with never-ending heartache. It has torn from him and stolen what of him it could, and in return it’s left him with sorrow. 

His pain is his grief, and he’s sobbed in the safety of his room more times than he can count. It’s still as fresh as the day he heard the news of Jason’s death. He knows, instinctively, that it will stay fresh forever. 

In his room, Danny shoves his hands over his mouth and shrieks in whatever, muffled way he can into his pillow. It’s not enough. It’s never enough. He needs to be louder. He needs to be heard. He refuses to be. 

Being dead hurts. 

#tw mild gore #cw mild blood #cw mentioned violence #dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #dp x dc au #dp x dc fanfic #cfau #cfau danny #obsessed with the fact that danny just has the WORST fucking time after jason dies and baby i can make it worse #*kills you and makes you a banshee and puts you in an irrevocable state of grief* #delicious angst. danny is having the wORSt time ever lol. lmao even #was originally meant to explore the idea that danny can survive lethal injuries as phantom. which briefly got mentioned. #but i got away from myself. leaning reaaal heavy into the fact that danny's a banshee. At 19 he's got a pretty good handle of himself #but imagine being a fresh out the gate banshee. usually they get time to themselves in the zone to cry until their heart's content. #sorry danny. you have school tomorrow and family sleeping in the bedroom next door #kinda proud of myself. you can kinda see how Rath would've occurred here. #danny is going through it rn #was gonna add a snippet about the city's thoughts on phantom but couldnt fit it in

[kabukiaku]

Into the source of wisdom, beyond the Bible lies Into the endless depth of Satan's eyes.

Happy 10th Anniversay, Infestissumam!

#my art #cw eye contact #ghost #papa emeritus ii #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus #ghost fanart #band fanart #heavy metal #hail satan #depth of satan's eyes #digital art #ghost band fanart #infestissumam #yeah tis hard to believe i drew this holy hell man #i might want to make this a print. #this song inspired me. colors were inspiration from infess's album cover :3 #I JUST FOUND OUT OKAY #YEAH THREE GHOST POSTS IN A ROW IM JUST-

[meatballsander]

Decided to get silly and draw the inverse of the iconic "Victory Soldier" poster. And make it Heavymedic, of course.

Inspiration, progress pics, and alt versions under the cut

This poster! Always been a fan.

Initially I was gonna keep the same setting & color scheme, but the original poster distinctly has the top two thirds warm tones/bottom third cool tones. If I wanted to keep the piece cohesive it'd have to be RED Heavymedic vs BLU Soldier. And the more I thought about that the less it felt explicitly like Heavymedic fanart and more like propaganda for the RED team.

So I set it on Snowycoast! Its sky box and layout let me have cool top thirds/warm bottom third. Also it's one of the most beautiful maps in the game and I love drawing night scenes. Literally no downsides.

Progress pics!

Textless version, and an alt text version I made at the request of a friend:

And finally, since you've reached the bottom, some memes I made while working on it.

:)

#meatballsander art #tf2 #heavymedic #red oktoberfest #heavy tf2 #medic tf2 #soldier tf2 #artists on tumblr #tf2 fanart #tw death #cw death #I guess? tbh I've been staring at Soldier's mug for so long it's nothing but funny to me. #hey now you're reading the tags I'm gonna tell you a fun fact. #about a month ago my wifi router went down unexpectedly and the only song I had downloaded was Kiss From A Rose by Seal. #and you know what happens when you're sitting for 35 minutes straight waiting for a wifi router to reboot #left with only Kiss From A Rose and your mind? #this heckin piece babyyyyy #anyway shout out to Seal and my shitty wifi provider for making this happen #lgbt #edited a few hours after posting because I spotted an error in the bg coloring... sigh

[muppenthings]

(related to these doodles) The biggest fan. Quite literally. :3

Mkay I think I've gotten this out of my system. Just gotta mention that in this world the magic simply faded one day, leaving all the magical and mystical beings floundering. What were they supposed to do now? They had to get jobs like the rest of us. xD

#Muppen doodles #g/t #yeh Im bugging you on this tag pfpfppf #the lyrics is hilariously cheesy. xD #Made up by yours truly. xD #Mhm heavy metal fairy making growl vocals #The band is quite popular! :3 #And this isn't even the giant's usual music style. But the 1ft being cursing the world and everyone in it out is just too good. xD #cw cursing #i guess xD

[sallertiafabrica]

unmasked

#it’s that time of the year again where brain will become especially fixated on bad memories #and make my body all tired and heavy #hate it. but nothing much I can do besides wait it out #too bad. there were things I wanted to do. but now the only thing that’ll get out is venty stuff #vent art #cw blood #sal draws #original art

[rkn001]

enker reacts to things consumed by humans. (from my tegaki.)

#mega man #rockman #mega man killers #rockman killers #enker #two posts in one day hooray #something to balance out the heaviness from the last post #if you send me random suggestions for food or drink for him to react to ill make another post like this lmao #also i prefer fuyu persimmons. the texture of a ripened hachiya persimmon is unbearably gross #which is what inspired this #megaman #alcohol cw

[voidfeather]

finished playing the coffin of andy and leyley and gonna throw out my theory that i'm sure other people have already thought of

i think that the parasite emergency is just a front and that the government is actually wanting to starve out and sell the blood and organs of "undesirable" people en masse, not sure why they're targetting AB-types specifically rather than say O-types considering AB blood is the universal receiver while O blood is the universal donator but it'll probs be answered when the full game comes out...whenever that is

as for why i think that they're several apartments worth of "undesirables" is mainly because all the people that have been shown so far are, as few as they are, aren't really the types that are "acceptable" in society:

ashley seems to have ASPD or at the very least something similar, has repeatedly been described as being someone who other people find annoying, and is highly codependent with her brother to the point of (technically just being an accessory to) murder and possibly even to the point of covert and/or overt incest

andrew has PTSD (that he seems? to hide relatively well) in addition to his codependence (even if it's not as prominent as ashley's, except in extreme circumstances such as when she's in danger...or when she mentions sleeping with another man lol) and while he's charming enough to have a gf that doesn't really matter when ashley harasses them

the cultist is...well, a cultist (it's clearly something he was interested in long before the quarantine judging by the front door sigils and the fact he has all the materials ready) also maybe it's just the desperation but the fact that he apparently has no problem blasting his loudass music may indicate traits that have lead to people casually wishing his death

the girl from 302, a hardcore hikkikomori and while her beauty may make her a bit more appealing that doesn't change the fact that she's functionally agoraphobic and doesn't want to provide for herself

ahley and andrew's parents are clearly pretty neglectful but the timing is just. a little too convenient y'know? like I'm pretty sure they knew this was happening, and the fact they were so ready to get a new apartment as well like we don't really know when in the timeline that happened but the fact that they're just so ready to move on like that is so suspicious

idk how the lady who got in an ambulance fits into all this though, there's just far too little information about what happened to her for me to say -- i don't think she's getting her organs harvested though, the ambulance wouldn't be in such a hurry if she was

now it is possible that the parasite problem is real and the infected apartment are just really unlucky or really neglected by the government, however, with the whole selling organs thing it just doesn't seem all that likely to me considering yknow nobody wants infected organs

a possibility is that the government is starving the apartment dwellers for the purpose of inducing starvation ketoacidosis which may kill the parasites somehow??? before they harvest the organs, not sure why the blood type would matter though if that were the case

now, since demons do exist in this world, it could (and most likely) be some other secret third thing but with all the information we have right now this is all i can really come up with

#murder cw #incest cw #it's been a while i've forgotten my tags #ah well i'll just make new ones #gamering #not including the whole murder and cannibalism thing considering it happened After the quarantine #also nobody found out andy and leyley murdering the asthmatic girl so not counting that either #also also andrew Might have a not-so-prominent lack of empathy??? not sure tho #like not a complete lack just less than what is expected #gonna have to replay tho cause it could just be him not wanting to deal with the consequences of his and ashley's actions lol #the reason why i thought that is purely cause of the phone conversation and general VibesTM which. is very flimsy evidence lol #also shout out to past me for trying so very hard to headcanon andrew having ASPD so he can match with ashley but i just. cant. #he gives me way too much ''could've been neurotypical if it weren't for. the horrors'' vibes #that Could just be cause we don't get to see his pov though #like he Could just be a Really heavy masker #or whatever that ''not quite lying but not quite telling the truth'' thing is called #meta #the coffin of andy and leyley

[running-in-the-dark]

oh, yeah. I was wondering earlier today if it's normal when you put your foot on the ground when you're walking, and there's like a cracking noise and you feel part of your foot like, slipping or something. like the bones or whatever on one side (not the ankle or anything) aren't in the right place anymore and you have to twist everything until there's another cracking noise and it feels right again. and it hurts until you move it back (and sometimes after for a bit).

I don't think it is? but also like, I don't know what that is or why it happens or. anything. so I'll probably just keep living with it.

#I feel so fucking stupid when I try to mention these things to any doctors #like oh yeah my foot sometimes feels like the bones shift and then I put them back #or how it feels like my arms are being pulled out of the. shoulder thing whatever. when I pick up something heavy. so I have to actively #work to make sure I don't let my arms get pulled down #I'm fairly sure that's also weird? #but not sure enough that I feel ok saying that to a doctor #because I'm 99% sure they'll say it's because I don't exercise and/or am fat and/or lazy. #soo #eh my body is broken what else is new and also who cares #personal #cw medical

[asinglesock]

feeling homesick for a mediocre chain diner. I just want a hot greasy burger and fries and some mozzarella sticks with a 50% employee discount to justify the expense :/

#a sock speaks #food tag #disordered eating cw #I have uh. been struggling to eat well lately. #since the bus routes changed I can't really go grocery shopping without H anymore unless I walk home. but groceries are heavy. #and idk why it makes me self-conscious about half the foods I'd want to buy when we shop together #and then I'm self-conscious about cooking. self-conscious about eating. self-conscious about asking if we can go to the grocery store. #self-conscious about going out of the room if there are guests #her family members come over for like 6 hours at a time #I want to be okay with taking up space but I don't want to have to do the difficult work of taking up space while I'm not yet okay with it #and I want a cheeseburger so badly

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

WAKE UP

#caps cw #okay but you know what has me really upset? they swapped out a mika emote for a venti. and its just him drinking again #like cute emote. but we're not here for venti :| and i can't believe im saying that #idk if its just me but it also feels like theyve been prioritizing the whole silly venti the bard heavy alcoholic persona over the venti we #got to know through the early game #like. character regression? instead of development. or like they're just going along with the fandom simplification more #idk #it makes it really hard to prove ventis more than just an irresponsible alcoholic when all mihoyo is doing is pounding the nail in

[cetoddle]

does anyone wanna hear about the dream i had last night huh huh

#uhm cw body horror and like. excessive violence ahead #honestly i'd forgotten abt it until i saw the post i made mentioning it again💀 #i wanna talk abt it cause it was CRAZY #but i'm not lying when i say it was visceral and graphic and grosss so so gross #i don't remember it as well now cause like i said i'm kinda used to this shit so it doesn't weigh heavy on my mind or anything #but my dreams have been so VIVID lately so it was just kinda jarring #anyways #it was like. i was watching a movie? #except i didn't like explicitly feel like i was in the dream but like. if my soul was kinda just kicking it watching a movie with someone #if that makes sense #idk who i was with i think it was a just a general person tm #and the movie was like. a group of girls who had to get something to complete some kind of mission? like they needed something to finish a #goal idkthat part wasn't rlly the most memorable thing to me #what WAS memorable was that they killed a man. specifically: #one girl like had her legs wrapped around his neck while suffocating him with a clear plastic bag. so u could see it fog up and him scream #and stuff. and then they ripped off the skin on his chest and stomach? like they skinned him alive ? while he was being suffocated #idk where my brain gets this stuff #anyways. they weren't even skinning him with something sharp. they held something dull to him so hard and pressed and pulled so hard that i #just up and ripped the skin and some muscle off #i guess they needed the skin and muscle for something. and like he fell unconsious and bled out on the floor with the blood splattered bag #on his head still. rip guy #and the girls were covered in blood but kinda just continued their business. and were like observing the skin and muscle #like it was all bloody and the muscle strings and fiber and stuff..idk i'm not a doctor #and then one of the girls ate some of the muscle idk why she did that #and then they went to give the shit to wherever they were taking it for whatever reason. but the worst part to me was that whoever i was #watching the movie with was rlly upset and said #'this is just so upsetting because there was no reason for him to suffer and die like that' #and then i woke up! #so i think i'm unwell! or that i'm not taking to my new meds very well #who's to say

[brie-draws]

yeah with hina's arc subaru doesn't actually get tased/held captive even though she did attack during his livestream (maybe they didn't want to portray the actors doing it depending on their contract/the rating or tone it down with 'humans' doing it versus a 2D chara so there wouldn't be any liability(?) with anyone irl doing something similar after the series airs, since there have been some irl stalking cases in japan with 'normal' ppl as opposed to any famous ppl/e-celebs)

Yeah I'm not too too shocked that they didn't include that because of the fact its live action/ any real cases that it could be compared to [im not really one to know a lot about crime and stuff thats current, but I know that stuff is scarily common, so I get why they edited it]. Though I wonder how/if they're going to handle Harumi's involvement again with sensitivity with actor contracts/real life incidents

#i didnt see her in any of the promo material so maybe shes cut out #that or i just missed her somehow #id get cutting her out too bc thats. very heavy as a whole. #but it does make me wonder how theyll touch upon that story point irt cosmo #i gotta catch up this weekend ive been too busy working to properly do so #stalking mention cw #kidnapping mention cw #im just putting those jic #brie replies #anon #non art

[carbonateddelusion]

I can't make something poetic and beautiful out of my pain, so what's the fucking point?

#venty vent #vent cw #vent #i want to create so rucking badly but nothing is coming out there's gum in my gears #it feels like i'm drowning off the coast of an island and everybody's having a party at the shore #unrelated to what's going on to me. i don't think any of you are actively celebrating me having [guesthres vaguely] This #i can barely make myself eat and everything tastes like shit in my mouth too heavy and dull #im considering shaving my head or cutting all my hair off so i dont have to fucking deal with having long matted gross oily hair rn #i just want to stop fucking breathing #and on top of all of this there's this fucking person stalking me and all these religious cults trying to contact me #i wish i lived on my own so i can deterriorate without being pestered to go do dishes #i just want to stop breathing i just want it to fucking stop

[ohsuguru]

sukuna finally, finally gets to see and taste his pretty best friend under him ⁀ ❣︎

˚ʚ minors, ageless and blank blogs dni! ɞ˚

cw: virgin fem! reader, suggested perv! sukuna, cunnilingus, dirty talk, spitting

an: pt. 2 here!

"ryo... stop staring," you whine softly as your fingers thread through his messy pink hair, throat bobbing up and down in nervousness. your best friend had made himself comfortable between your soft thighs, strong and tattooed arms wrapped around them like muscular garter belts, keeping you pried open for him and him only.

what started out as a relatively innocent night, watching movies with ryomen sukuna - your best friend of as long as you can remember - suddenly and somehow ended up with him between your legs, his crimson eyes focused intently on your glistening pussy.

sure, maybe the movie choice got the two of you a bit heated, the two main characters going at it like rabbits, the lewd sounds of squelching filling sukuna's living room. maybe it was the way that sukuna could hear your breath hitch when the male lead went down on the female protagonist.

or maybe it's the way he saw your luscious thighs squeeze together when he finally penetrated her, your body aching for that exact feeling.

and before you know it, the two of you were making out messily to the sounds of heavy moaning from the tv. the pink-haired man swiftly switches it off seeing as he would much rather hear your pretty noises. if he could, he'd inject your whimpers and sighs straight into his bloodstream.

your mind spins with arousal, the tension in the room heady with anticipation as you feel sukuna's warm breath fan against your aching core.

"tch, bossy brat," his gravelly voice breaks you out of your lust-filled stupor, your eyes darting down to meet his ones. "i'll stare for as long as i want to."

his gaze drops from yours and back to the sight before him, his thumb dragging down your slit to collect your honeyed juices as a satisfied hum leaves his throat.

"to think my best friend has been leavin' this pretty thing all to herself," sukuna mumbles to himself, his fingers spreading your pussy lips to let him see more of you. "bossy 'n selfish. ought to be punished."

he watches you, your body clenching and unclenching, clenching and unclenching, that tight little hole almost calling out to him, begging for him to fill it up with his huge and heavy cock.

"and to think i'm the first man to have ever seen this," your best friend spits, the glob of saliva landing straight on your pearl which drags out the sweetest gasp and whimper from you. "aren't i a lucky son of a bitch?"

the rough and calloused pad of his thumb circles that twitching nub on your body, the action causing you to squirm and buck even more, your ankles digging into the muscular planes of his back. your pussy drools onto the couch, your body leaking liquid sugar as he stares at your dribbling hole.

"what a waste," he continues to mutter to himself, another condescending tch leaving his lips. "what would you do without me?"

and before you know it, your best friend clamps his slightly chapped lips against your clit, sucking it harshly into his eager mouth.

"sukuna!" you yelp in response, fingers tugging aggressively into his pink locks which drags out a guttural groan, the vibrations sending pleasurable jolts through your spine.

"watch the hair, woman," he warns you, settling in and hunkering down between your thighs even more. "you're interruptin' my meal. and you know how i am with my food."

sukuna resumes his ministrations, flicking and rolling your clit with his tongue expertly. he writes his name out, the pink muscle spelling out each letter languidly, staking claim on your pussy – his pussy. it's messy and loud, the squelching that fills the room now, a harmonious yet lewd symphony when paired with your whimpers. sukuna slurps up your slick, his tongue darting into your hole to taste you directly from the source.

"so fuckin' sweet," he groans into you, his nose bullying your sensitive bundle of nerves as he dives in almost impossibly deeper, making out so sloppily with your pussy. "sweetest pussy i've ever had."

"ryo– m'gonna–" you whimper out, legs tensing and shivering, ankles digging, back arching. "please, pleasepleaseplease–"

"please what, brat?" sukuna quips back almost immediately, his crimson eyes pinning you down with a sharp gaze as he focuses on your expressions now. "use your words, pretty girl."

you try your best to formulate your wants, your needs through a sukuna-induced haze that has settled in your mind. your eyes are glassy and teary, drool pooling at the sides of your lips as your best friend eats your virgin body out within an inch of your life.

"please make me cum, ryooo," you hiccup, a harsh whine following your words when he slurps your sweetened juices loudly, causing you to flush in embarrassment and pleasure.

"good girl."

and just like that, he doubles down on his actions, dragging out a yelp of his name from your throat as your fingers tug and pull on his hair. it's messy and sloppy and loud, the noises that sukuna is making from between your thighs. the only thing in his mind right now is to make you cum. and hard.

he wanted to be the only one in your mind, tarnishing your innocent body with such pure, unadulterated pleasure that you wouldn't be able to find anyone else after this...

not that he would let his pretty best friend even have the chance to find someone else. not when you taste this sweet.

the bubble that has been brimming at the bottom of your spine finally pops with a candied cry of sukuna's name as a similar groan leaves his lips. and you realise, your name has never sounded more sinful.

he guides you through your orgasm, his tongue languidly coaxing more of your sweetened slick from your pulsing hole until he pulls away.

but before you could sit up to finally take everything in, sukuna drags his thumb through your swollen slit, an overstimulated whine leaving your lips once again. a dark chortle follows, his crimson eyes meeting your glassy ones, his glistening lips pulling up into a cocky smirk as a cocky question falls from them.

"you can give me one more, yeah, pretty?"

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