#someone draw this I will owe you my fucking life

[chosenauthor]

I can't believe I can't find any fan art or fics of Beatrix from Slime Rancher and Chell from Portal being besties anywhere! I HAVE SEARCHED. Like, I know Portal is a much older game but djhlkjrlkhjdjld silent protagonist badasses with cool non-lethal guns???? COME ON???? I CAN'T BE THE FIRST PERSON TO THINK OF THIS???? I am so disappointed at the internet right now.

#literally they would vibe #chell #beatrix lebeau #Portal #Slime Rancher #I've been playing these two games at the same time and please come on it's right fucking there!!! #someone draw this I will owe you my fucking life

[cowardlylearningtobebrave]

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#so because i hate myself obviously i decided to finally finish naruto. after all those years. it was time #and damn you guys. and here i mean you guys who love this show. i would like to ask you how #i skipped all the filler eps for my own sanity (thank you anime filler list i owe you several hours of my life) #i have seen the first 250eps or so when it was still freshly coming out all those *checks watch* eleven years ago. wow. horrifying. #so it only took me like 3 days since i also kept skipping all the flashback scenes. some of which i have seen at least 20 times #im not even joking. 20 times. the exact same scenes. within 100-200 eps. why and also fuck you #anyways #i have just a few more to go but i know how it ends anyways so its just a formality now but like. i have just one teeny tiny question #why the fuck. is sasuke evil again #for the ten thousandth time #yo fans of naruto. completely seriously how do you deal with this shit #i dont hate the show. it has been a huge formative anime of my childhood/adolescence. my entrance to fandom #my reason to learn english and also japanese #my reason to start drawing and writing and creating and so on and so forth #but my fucking dudes. the story writing of the show is so shit #the show couldve ended at ep 340 or so. for what reason were there fifty different plot twists #i swear no one was amazed anymore. there were no plot holes to fill i promise you. why would you keep snowballing more #''secret evil plots'' and ''actually even stronger eviler more god-like creature that wants to end humanity for whatever reason'' #this is like number one rule of good story telling. you cannot keep telling the reader actually this was all someone else's evil plan #and then keep going with the ''actually'' three more times #im so annoyed because regardless of how bad the quality of the show always was and how mediocre some of the characters were #*cough* all the women ones *cough* #i still loved the show. if nothing else for nostalgia sake #but sasuke turning evil for the nth time like 10 eps before the show ends really makes me want to throw hands #to quote my real life friend chidi anagonye: the dot above the 'i' broke me. sasuke being evil again for one last plot twist did it #his character is so empty what the hell. i cant even say that his actions are out of character bc i dont think he even has any #also now that i started shitting at the show. whats with all those bible references. why?? for what reason???? stop? #i get izanagi and izanami and a literal ep called sengoku jidai but my dude. cant you just do one? #(if i see obito's tragic backstory flashback one more fucjing time i will lose it i swear on this. or worse - turn evil!) #also if anyone of you read this whole rant im sorry but also this ones on you <3

[snekdood]

people always gotta lot to say about comic artists and about how they need to be "posting more frequently" but you sit them down and tell them to do the same shit and suddenly they're "unprepared", etc. 🙄 yknow this shit doesnt get shat out over night, right? find a hobby in the meantime while you wait, goddamn.

#hows about you write a comic series and script it and do the draft drawing and do the line art and then color every fucking inch in and #GOD FORBID you miss a patch here n there bc you wont hear the end of it from someone who hasnt even touched an art program #or only uses fucking ai. good art- art thats worth waiting for and worth the excitement etc. takes time. #it doesnt get shat out. unless you like eating shat out art. then ig do you. #AND color in the shadows AND add effects AND world build AND AND AND- yeah its not that fuckin easy #be happy you even have to wait A MONTH. most artists would love to actually take their fucking time instead of caving to the demands #of non-artists who dont even know what its like! #just bc an artist you like was able to shit out a bunch of pages a couple times doesnt mean thats something you get to expect from them. #maybe they've been sitting on those pages for a while. maybe they had a sudden burst of energy and motivation. but that shit comes and #goes in swings. #no one is CONSTANTLY on point and ready to draw 24/7. when do i have time to sit down and enjoy some tea or water my plants? #also! i dont owe you shit quite frankly! be grateful for once in ur little shit life. fuck #i now understand why toriyama doesnt like to draw for dbz as much anymore sdjhbfsdhgvfsdg

[harrylights]

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#i’m just :( #i’ve managed to keep this site a well curated alcove of love and safety and happiness and it sucks that sm people i respected have like #so much bitterness in their hearts and a willful desire to misunderstand ppl #i can’t get over that post saying that he OWES it to ‘the gays’ to come out #that fr just makes me so sad to see confirmation that ppl think that way #ik i shouldn’t let it affect me this much but this month has been rough and it doesn’t seem to take much to ruffle me these days #and like #he is just such a constant source of joy and love like #idc if he never comes out publicly #like that does not affect my life #he still represents being oneself unapologetically and with love #and that’s all that rly matters to me at the end of the day #that’s part of what makes me admire him sm #even if he was straight i’d feel the same way but you have to be a fucking idiot to think that at this point i’m sorry #but again it doesn’t!!!!! matter!!!!!!!!!! #ppl’s private lives are theirs to do w as they please and god knows harry barely has any privacy any more #i wish ppl would just go to therapy instead of shitting on someone who is a ray of fucking sunshine and happiness to so many people #ugh #guess i’ll just go listen to ALBUM OF THE YEAR and maybe cry a bit and work on my harry drawing and maybe i’ll calm down #i hope ppl smarten up soon tho fuck

[certified-bi]

Okay all my thoughts because some people have been saying that not supporting this change is not supporting artist and creators and as an artist fuck that.

1. Audiences owe you nothing. You have to convince them to engage with your creation not the other way around. This is something both the nonprofit theatre I work with recognizes and huge companies realize. It's just part of life. There are so many talented people in the world making amazing art, videos, music, writings, and on and on, and there's only so much time in the day. I'm not saying you shouldn't know your worth, just that being flippant about how little you care about those who can't pay isn't a good move. On that note...

2. PR is everything. If you haven't made a visible effort to push patreon, channel memberships or other avenues of making money, don't be suprised that your creation that was previously accessible to those without extra cash and to those who can't support foreign subscriptions due either to conversions or because it simply doesn't work, being made private isn't popular. There's a big leap from "We want to have more artistic control" to "We can't afford to make our content accessible to most of our audience," and people are smart enough to see this. You either have to make budget cuts or give into sponsors. This isn't unique to Watcher, it's part of literally every production from broadway, to Hollywood, to YouTube. Unless you can fund it yourself or get viewers to pay(which given how many are already strapped for cash...) that's life.

Not to mention they simply do not have enough followers to make the switch to a paid only site(dropping the first epsiode only on YouTube isn't going to draw people in, they're just going to say "oh why start if I'm not going to see the rest" and not watch) especially not one that is buggy and a security risk. Even if the switch had been supported its not going to end well. The only reason services like nebula and dropout work is because of the large amount of series and creators and the fact those creators still are partly on YouTube so new people are drawn in.

3. As for the price, 6 dollars a month is a not a good starting price for only their content and that's as someone who pays for nebula. I'd be paying the same amount for a fraction of the access to others work. Actually it'd be twice as much. And before someone says "it's only a coffee-" that's for you. Not everyone has your lifestyle. And with every other patreon and subscription service that says the same thing, it all adds up and I simply don't think 60 dollars for 48 videos a year on a subscription basis where you don't get to keep the videos if your situation changes, some of which don't appeal to every viewer is a good move. If you were able to buy physical copies of your favorite series they've made that'd be different, but that's not what this is.

4. I do believe that the employees deserve a livable wage. I also did not hire them. It is not on the viewers that they hired more people than they could afford to. They can charge that much if they want to to try and balance this out. They also shouldn't be suprised if not many can or will sign up. They also don't have to be based in L.A. L.A has ridiculous costs associated with it, and quite honestly it doesn't really add much to the content. I'm not saying they need to move to the middle of nowhere Kansas. Simply that living and basing your studio in a super expensive city and then being suprised money is tight is just weird.

5. Something that occurs to me is that they might get more views if their playlists were better set up. Only some series are given playlists. It'd be easier to find all of the series and binge them if they didn't just show off their more popular shows. Honestly the only draw the streaming site has to me is that the series are actually labeled well.

Do I think the weird ass energy towards Steven is necessary? No. He's not the only one at the company and they're all adults. I actually liked grocery run and homemade, and like to see them back. The parascoial attachment to Ryan and Shane is annoying in people's criticisms, but that doesn't make them completely wrong. If you're going to brand yourself as the anti capalist underdogs you can't get away with being dismissive of your poorer fans. The dissonance is what is causing this backlash and makes you look like hypocrites. I definitely think Steven is turning into the fall guy which is fucked up, his statement and the fact dish granted is one of those shows that make people uncomfortable about wealth flexs doesn't help matters.

#watcher #they really need a CEO who has business experience first and foremost or at the very least a consultant they actually listen to #they also should put more focus on other personalities and actual give them a chance to stick. none of them got famous or a fanbase in a day #give some of the others time to grab attention

[viv-weylin]

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[shotmrmiller]

Okay but, this is fun! (When I was a server? I wore short skirts, stockings and heeled boots. They let me wear them, I had no joy in my life. So? I dressed up my uniform to make myself happy at the sacrifice of my feet at the end of shift.) I don’t miss it but, I had fun as a server.

Running up to the bar and whispering to Johnny to ‘look at table 4’ because the lady sitting there is recovering from a bbl and has bandages *holding* her butt up. (True story)

Any bit of gossip, you beeline back and Simon’s already waiting like ‘wots happenin’ now?’

Making faces at Johnny as you take someone’s order to show you’re displeased.

Whining to Simon ‘it’s that guy who sends everything back to get it comped again!’ When he hears someone sent the wings back… *again*

Snickering openly as Johnny is stuck with 2 horny old ladies at the bar and making faces at him when the customers aren’t looking to mock him.

Standing with Johnny at the bar and quietly conversing. “Nae way, that’s her father’ ‘I’m telling you! Crusty dusty with his side dish!’

Quickly squeaking behind Simon when shit looks like it’s going to get real in a few seconds. ‘Oh, that local crack head is back- Simon! Great to see you!’ *quickly scoots behind him* and just like- ‘hi!’ And peaking around him like he’s a s.w.a.t shield

Having to shoo Johnny away from the food Simon made you- ‘yea left it unattended!’ ‘This is the only food I’ve had in the past 6 hours! Simon! He’s eating my food!’ ‘She lies!’

Going to Simon with puppy dog eyes when you can’t open a jar-

Johnny plonking his butt down in the booth you’re rolling silverware in and not leaving even when you try and shoo him away to tend to the bar- the boss is glaring at me! He’s getting mad at me! Move your butt before I get in trouble because of you!’

Price being the manager that lets you get away with murder. If it makes you happy? He’ll turn a blind eye as long as you do your job. That goes for the other two knuckle heads… with you around? Johnny’s not fucking the customer base as often, leaving less upset girls coming in and making scenes when he inevitably doesn’t call them back. And Simon is fighting less, taking less smoke breaks (saving them for later) and making more orders properly (so you don’t get flack for it) so, he’ll turn a blind eye to what they’re doing to you… not that he isn’t doing it himself.

Trauma bonding from the shit job makes you real close that it kind of- makes you ignore when they get too handsy? ‘They’re still the guys, it’s fine’

(Bistro Huddy is so accurate it’s painful…)

(Dubious *not really* consent: Being trapped in the out of the way supply closet in the far back where no one goes. Your shift ended an hour ago but, you’re stuck; bent over an old chair stored there. Price zips up his pants- before you can stand back up again Simon’s stepping in where Price is stepping out and pushing you to bend back over the chair again. -Johnny running in for a quickie whenever he can- By the time the guys close up? You’re sore, gaping, leaking, overstimulated, and sniffling. And they’re all drawing straws who get’s to take you home and ‘take care of you’ so you’ll show up to your shift tomorrow.…I can’t do nsfw to save my life… I’m sorry, lol)

(Thought of this at the end but, Server Gaz?)

I WANT YOU TO KNOW

YOU WRETCH (affectionate, oh so affectionate i could kiss you)

THAT THE LAST BIT

OHHH MAN IM SCRREAMINGGGGUH

chile. having to give your receipts and the 3% you owe to price always ends up with his spend soaking your knickers :/ he prob knows your body better than you do, clever fingers making you peak before he does because yall (he) doesn't have the luxury of time on yalls (his) side. (not the other servers banging on the door because theyre just trying to go home)

imagine running to kyle because he seems to be the only sane one. you tried to eat lunch with him that one time in the back but it ended up with you cockwarming him as you attempted to pathetically eat your burger. (he hadn't even touched you and you'd come twice. poor you, so pent up from the week's frustrations. wait til simon hears about this.)

johnny doesn't hear about it but feels it once he finds you in the corner booth no one uses except the waiters who close, tiredly doing the silverware. his hands make quick work of your apron and the button on your jeans, pads of his fingers lightly catching your clit and dipping into your entrance but surprise surprise. wet. slick.

he mutters in your ear if it was price or simon that's left a mess behind but kyle's sitting a couple tables down from you counting his tips. that'd be me, sorry.

he's not sorry.

simon would be the type to scoop up his seed with his thick fingers and stuff it back into your used cunt talkin bout take that with you like it's a box to go lmao

#i screamed and slapped my desk with open palms when i read about price pulling up his ZIPPER HONEY #THAT CURVEBALL WENT AND HIT ME RIGHT IN MY THROBBING (redacted)

[teddyeyeseddie]

The Cherrywood Motel

Starry Haze, Crystal Ball

rockstar!Eddie x housekeeper!reader

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(a/n: ITS BACKKKK AND SO AM I!! Enjoy my lovelies and visit my blog for some life updates!)

warnings: soft eddie, smut, minors dni, oral (fem rec), p in v, cream pie x 2, riding, showering together, a jump from last chapter.

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You lug all your clothes into the laundromat down the street, heaving the heavy bag onto the table before you once you’ve made your way inside. The smell of bleach and laundry detergent mixes in your nostrils as you sort your piles of dirties.

It’s early in the morning, the only person in the place being you and an elderly woman. You enjoy the quiet, only the soft whirring of the dryers breaking the silence.

You separate your lights from darks, throwing your first load in when a familiar voice resonates through the quaint room.

“Shit- fuck,” you look over to see Eddie struggling with a bag of laundry. You chuckle to yourself, your eyes meeting his. His face lights up when he sees you.

“Hey stranger,” he breathes out as he settles in at the table next to you.

“Hi Eddie,”

Ever since Eddie woke up in your bed, things had been different. Eddie seemed happier, his demeanor not so jittery. You talked more, Eddie revealing more about his life.

You learned he was really a dork. Knows a little too much about horror movies, still plans D&D campaigns for fun, and collects mugs from every new place he goes.

He’s become softer, more himself in the last few days. You found yourself getting closer to him, his magnetic force drawing you in with every little conversation.

His captivating personality had you expressing more things about yourself, like your favorite flower, how you got the scar on your shoulder, and all about your childhood cat, Mr. Snuffles.

Talking to Eddie when he was sober was easy, he didn’t go on unnecessary tangents, he wasn’t as flirty and he looked oh so pretty when he was healthy.

His usual red eyes now pure, no sign of distress in them. He even started taking care of his hair, his usual frizzy locks now smooth and curly. He was doing better. You were proud of him.

“Didn’t think I’d be seeing you today,” he says, pulling out all of his clothes and settling them into a pile. He gathers them all in his arms, walking towards a washer.

“Aren’t you gonna sort them?” you ask, chuckling to yourself as Eddie struggles with the large amount of clothes he has in his hands.

“I never do?” he says as if it's almost a question.

“Well, I’m sure you have some 200 dollar shirts in there that are begging to be sorted,”

“My uh- lady at home usually does it. This is how I used to do laundry when I was a kid,”

You roll your eyes, motioning for him to come back to the table.

You sort his dirty clothes for him, it feels pathetic but the smile he has on his face as you help him makes it somewhat worth it.

“You’ve gotta sort lights from darks. I’d suggest separating your whites too but I don’t want you to keel over,”

He chuckles, grabbing the pile of darks and carrying them to a washer. He puts in his quarters, handing you some so you can start the pile of lights.

“So what are you up to for the rest of the day?” he questions as he strolls back to the tables where your clothes still lay.

“Nothing really, apartment hunting for a little bit and then back to the motel,” you gather your pile of clothes, turning towards the washers and placing the items inside. Eddie swoops in front of you and puts quarters in for you, you playfully roll your eyes but smile up at him nonetheless.

“Oooh, that should be fun,” he scratches at the back of his neck, “I uh- owe you for bailing me out so just let me know what you need for the security deposit and I’ll write a check,”

“Thank you Eddie, but you don’t have to. I lost your jacket, I bailed you out, were even,”

Eddie shakes his head, curls flying in all directions at the erratic movement.

“Someone stole my jacket from you, you didn’t just leave it for anyone to take. Plus I can,so let me,” he states, eyes locking with yours in a stare.

“Just let me, it’s the least I can do-” you nod your head, allowing the man to help you pay your way into a new apartment.

A feat that was easier said than done, you had looked at 5 separate places with Christa, none of them being anything close to what you wanted or needed.

You finally decide to call it quits and return back to the hotel, smiling when you see Eddie waiting outside your door with a pizza box in his hand. Christa sends you a wink as you get out of the car, a soft “enjoy yourself” falling from her lips.

Eddie grins widely when he sees you step out of Christa’s car.

“Sorry- thought you were home from your hunting,” he motions towards your car that is parked a few spots down from your door.

“Kinda got stuck at our last place. Creepy landlord,” you straighten out the pleats of your skirt as Eddie sucks in a breath in through his teeth, wincing dramatically.

“At least you dodged that bullet,” he says as he leans against the doorframe waiting for you to open it, his slim shoulders doing a good job at boxing you in. The smell of his cologne makes your mind whir, gone are the days of dried puke and alcohol.

You unlock the door, Eddie’s hand pushing it open forcing you to duck underneath his arm. He lets the door close softly behind him once he is inside, being sure to lock the deadbolt.

He places the pizza box on the small table by the window. He draws the curtains, blocking out the rest of the world and turning the room into a space that was only for the two of you.

“Got your favorite,” he motions to the box with his thumb as he walks up behind you. You’re stepping out of your shoes when Eddie’s arm snakes around your front, under your arm and resting on your collarbone. He’s come over every night since the cleaning fiasco, you talk about the ten-day-whirlwind that the two of you have embarked on and get to know eachother even more.

Eddie spends most of his time apologizing when you recall anything from the short time of knowing him, ashamed of how much he had hurt you.

It’s been a week of take-out, today bringing you to day seventeen. Ten days of hell and seven of something in between a raging fire and a rumbling earthquake- scalding your skin and shaking off the dust settled deep in your soul.

His arm comes undone from you, his hand tracing down your tricep, over your elbow, ghosting down your forearm, finally grasping your hand as he draws you towards the radio sitting in the corner of the room.

Eddie liked to dance- he twirled to what he called your “teeny bopper” music, he swayed his hips to country music, he even danced to his own music when you forced him to listen to it one night.

Eddie danced with you tonight- his fingers fit perfectly through yours, his hand rested right in the dip of your waist, his lips looked pretty in this light.

“Are you thinking about kissing me, sweets?” He questions, a smile forming on his lips as he leans forward. You blush nervously, nodding your head. His smile gets even wider before he leans in, lips capturing yours.

Both his hands come to cup your face, cheeks tugging and eyes crinkled as he leans in further. His other hand comes to rest on your hip, pushing backwards until your knees hit the back of the couch. You pull away, shifting from foot to foot as you wait for Eddie to take the reins. He chuckles softly before capturing your lips in another soft kiss before pulling away and plopping down onto the couch. He pulls you into his lap, kissing the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then down your neck, all the way to your shoulder.

His eyes meet yours, his hands fumbling with the edge of your sweater. A plea on the edge of his lips as he looks up at you. You nod, letting him remove the garment from your body. He audibly moans at the sight, your breasts bouncing freely only leaving you in your skirt.

“Please tell me you have panties on,” he mumbles, hand snaking down to your center. He bites his lips and groans when he’s met with your sticky folds.

“S’ laundry day,” you giggle.

His fingers trace through your slick, he has half a mind to shove the fingers in your face, make you lick yourself off of him. But When he glances over your face, your pouting lips and furrowed brow send his heart racing. He decides right then that you're an angel. He thinks there’s no way you're real, there is absolutely no way you’re here with him.

He wraps his arm around your waist, standing from his place on the couch. He walks you back to the bed as you kiss up the side of his neck. He lands you on the middle, arms caging you in as he leans down to kiss you. He’s much slower this time, desperate clashing of teeth melting to well thought out movements.

You pull away from him, hands coming to mess with the edge of his old band tee.

“You’re much too dressed for the occasion, Mr. Munson,” you giggle out. He smiles down at you, getting up to strip out of his clothes. You hold your breath when he pulls down his boxers, his cock springing out and slapping against his belly. It’s big and you’re sure he knows it.

He crawls back up the bed, kissing from your ankle to your neck. He splays kisses across your face, finally meeting your lips in a sweet kiss.

His eyes bore into yours as he pushes some hair from your face before kissing you again, but he pulls away much too quickly for your liking.

“M’ gonna eat you out now, kay’?” he mumbles against your lips, you nod, throwing your head back as Eddie begins to kiss back down your body. He stops at the waistband of your skirt, mumbling something to himself before hooking his fingers in the band and pulling the fabric over your bottom.

He moans at the sight of your center, leaning forward to press a kiss to your thighs before diving in completely. He licks from your hole, up to your clit, tongue dancing around the bundle of nerves. Your knuckles grip the white sheets, mind reeling as he works you up to an orgasm. He laps at your pussy, pulling away to spit on his fingers.

His ringed fingers come to push through the sticky mess the two of you have created, one finally pushing in, drawing a guttural moan from your lips. The cold metal of his rings bump against your skin every time he thrusts his fingers in and out. He works you up to three before pulling them out completely, mouth still assaulting your clit, causing you to squeal.

“You ready f’me?” he questions, mouth still between your legs. You tug on his hair, pulling him away from your center, nodding profusely with a smile on your face.

He pushes you further up the bed, settling in between your legs. His cock nudges at your hole, the tip catching inside, you mewl quietly when he pushes in. He leans down, arms settling on either side of your head, his hair tickling your nose as he looks down at you intently.

“So pretty,” You mumble, hand coming up to cup his cheek and draw him into a kiss. He smiles into it, pulling away and admiring the way your face contorts every time he punches that spongy spot inside you.

“S’ all you, sweets,” He moans, forehead pressing against yours as he drives into you. The pace he sets draws moan after moan from deep within you.

Your hand stays cupping his face, kissing him again, your lips barely brushing his when he pulls away.

“C’mon pretty girl, tell me what it is. Wanna know what I should be moaning while I ruin you.”

You shutter a breath out- your name falling off your lips and into the air.

“F-fuck..” he’s full on smiling, his eyes crinkling as he languidly thrusts inside you.

“Eds-Eddie. M’ close,”

“Shit-ok. Where do you want me?” He picks up his pace, cock nudging at all the right places.

“Inside- want you inside,” Your legs lock around his waist, forcing him to bury himself to the hilt as he spills inside of you.

He’s giggling when you finally release him, pulling his still hard cock from inside you and smearing around the mess that has formed between your legs.

“Look so good painted all pretty for me. Could take a picture and look at it all tour long. Would never haveta’ look anywhere else. Just me this little memory and my hand,” he’s pulling your ass cheeks apart, releasing them before his thumb hooks into your pussy as he rummages around on the side table- careful not to knock down the countless polaroids around the camera.

“Can I sweets? Take a pretty little polaroid of this pretty little pussy?” he thrusts his thumb in further, drawing more cum out of you. You giggle when you feel it run down your thighs as you give him a soft hum in response to his question.

He snaps a picture of your most bare area, the idea makes you blush but then there's the idea of Eddie- using it. That makes it feel alright.

“Just wanna take one more,” he says as his cock nudges at your hole again, the puffy skin wanting to scream no but the burn short circuiting your brain at the same time.

He snaps another picture once he’s half inside you, your hands covering your face as you giggle.

“Enough of that,” he says with a small chuckle as he tosses the camera back onto the bedside table. His hands grip your hips as he lazily thrusts into you.

After finally having enough of Eddie’s teasing, you push at Eddie’s belly, signaling him to stop. He flashes you a confused look as he pulls out but soon gets the idea once you scramble off the bed and begin pushing him towards the couch.

He flops down onto the cushions, legs spreading wide. Deft fingers wrapping around your hips as you sink down onto him, your arms snake around his neck and pull at the hair sitting at the nape.

Eddie looks up at you in awe, his eyes never leaving yours as you ride him. His lips are parted, soft breaths and moans tumbling from his mouth.

“Shit- baby I- I can’t last like this-” He groans as he tries to stop your movements. You grab his hand, raising it and placing it on your breast.

“C’mon sweets, come in me again,” He moans sweetly at his own pet name being used against him, his hips stilling once he is settled inside you. He buries his head in your neck as he comes, teeth biting in as he silences himself.

You let him stay inside you for a while, finally pulling off of him when Eddie begins to rub at the skin on your hips.

You’re up on wobbly legs, shooting Eddie a glare when he begins to chuckle.

He throws his hands up in defense and motions to the mess between his legs. Cum has dripped down his balls and pooled in his seat.

“Gonna need to spot clean this one miss housekeeper,” He winces as he gets up, collecting you in his arms and placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Let’s shower, yeah?”

You nod, taking his hand as he guides you to the small porcelain tub. He turns on the water, testing it with his fingers before stepping in once it has warmed up. He extends his hand to you, thanking him quietly once you're standing before him in the tiny shower.

He takes a step back, moving out of the spray and allowing you to warm up under the water. You take turns getting your bodies warmed up, Eddie finally assuming his position behind you washing your hair.

“You mentioned tour,” you blush as you recall the memory from moments ago. Eddie’s stops scrubbing your scalp and sighs.

“I- I’m leaving,” he says in an almost whimper.

“Oh, when?”

“Two days,”

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[waxingrunes]

I’m seeing too much of this across all channels and I need to write a little something on my humble blog with my humble amount of followers, because how else am I going to get this off my chest.

Some of you need to remember that this whole world we created is pure, fiction. It’s based off fiction and we are building off fiction, forking off in different directions with characters we love.

The canon vs fanon debate is ongoing and quite honestly, mind numbingly pointless and you all consistently contradict and overlap one another with whatever discourse you’re riding that week. You lot wanna argue a point by saying, “these are my hc’s and I can do what I like with them stop taking everything so seriously teeheehehehe” then uno reverse that the next minute by screaming, “that would never happen *insert name* is this or is that” but fuck canon right? Fuck JKR? Or is it more, fuck the parts of canon I don’t like and I’ll take the parts I do so I can shove them down the throats of creators who represent these characters in an opposing light. The amount of posts I’ve seen floating around these sites that are people preaching to their audiences about how dumb they are (unless it’s meant to be satire, I’m not a brainless sensitive lump with no humour bone) for liking certain things, or enjoying certain things, or preferring certain aspects in a character is astounding. Take pause before jumping on your high horse over a fictional character and shaming people for moulding them into what they enjoy. Is this not the beauty of fiction, imagination; the ability to twist and turn over different traits and appearances within our palms and make them into our own little dress up dolls?

Here’s my two cents as a WOLFSTAR artist, not a Marauders— if I want to make Sirius into a teacup and Remus into a sea slug and have him curl up to sleep every night in his bowl, then I’ll do that with fine china detail. If I want to make Sirius someone who refuses to wear nothing but a specific shade of tangerine and Velcro strapped trainers, I will. One day I might throw Moony into a boxing ring and have him be a middleweight champion, stained by the blood of his opponent whilst his wolf is chomping at the bit to come out just before the full moon threatens to take centre stage. If I want to make Sirius 6ft tall and Remus 5ft1, I will. Why not draw an AU of them as the rocks from Everything, Everywhere All At Once? Maybe, they can be something as simple as a boy and a boy who look the way you want them to look, fuck the way you want them to fuck and fall in love and fight, and scream, and cry, and make up a million different ways.

Let’s get more specific as the seal’s broken. Why not make Remus plus sized and give him a beard or a dad’s bod at age 23. Or maybe because he’s lighter haired he doesn’t have dark hair like that and only has a smattering of it across the ugliest of his scars. Consider this— moony with softer hips but fuller sturdy shoulders. Or long, slender limbs with a deceptively hidden strength owing to his wolf, stronger than James though he doesn’t look it. Onto Sirius, try to tell me I’m not going to put him in thigh highs and fem the shit out of him whilst he holds a bat in one hand covered in the blood of someone who tried to disrespect his Moons. Alert the press when someone erases every single one of his tattoos only to replace them with hyperpigmentation. What about giving him a beater’s build and a long thick trail of naval hair that he likes to call his ‘seeker’s delight’. What about a hairless Sirius who has a soft life and likes to make herself pretty for her 6ft 4 boyfriend every weekend when he gets on the train to visit.

How about, I stick with my personal holy take on the boys and present you with a harmless middle ground where Moony is whatever the fuck I want him to be physically, emotionally, or characteristically but always a wet fucking cloth for Sirius. A grape, under a thumb, you could say. And a Sirius, who is too whatever I want him to be physically, emotionally, or characteristically but will always be Moony’s biggest cheerleader.

Stay with me whilst I offer you the brain stretching, risky, taboo thought for you to ponder on: stop trying to please people. Stop absorbing all these takes that pressure you into thinking you’ve got to include every fucking thing that shaves you down and boxes you into their squeaky clean little creator! Indulge in what you like. Make it public, make it known and make it as loud as you want. Feels good on this side of freedom.

Lastly, quick (none of this has been quick) circle back to myself being a Wolfstar artist, not a Marauders one. I will not be shamed into drawing the women in this fandom, I will not try to even out my art with equal parts women and men, in fear of being called misogynistic. I came here for Wolfstar and I stay for them; I get 95% of my muse from them and enjoy drawing these idiots nearly every single day when I can. I’ve a busy life, a job, the luxury of a family that love me and a couple friends I’d like to keep too. If and when I draw, it’s going to be what I want to draw and want to indulge in, not to check off your boxes of inclusion. I am not going to defend my choice of indulgence to you. I am not going to refute women or wlw ships and in fact, eat up stories or art where they’re prominent. Will I have muse or will to do a piece on them? Probably not. If I do, I will and if it’s not done to a standard deemed appropriate enough by the council, well shit I hope I get an honourable mention in one of your hate threads on Twitter.

Grow up. I am the type of person who has a more or less rigid taste on these boys and what I, enjoy representing them like and you runts will run your throats hoarse before I turn an ear. I am not the type of person to see someone who doesn’t like what I prefer and start slamming my keyboard and slap them with a red card. I’ll move on but appreciate the take in silence. Some of you really, come across like you’re stomping your feet in a tantrum, some of you sound like you’ve never been told to shut the fuck up a day in your life and some of you, some of you, really think you’re a messiah.

Fuck your canons, fanons and righteous attitudes towards people who are quite literally, not real. You are not a deity of the Marauders, you are a fucking loser offline just like the rest of us.

#mad you think this place can be schooled into your desires #I’m going to read this over and find six thousand errors #this is why I hate being online #but that’s where the good stuffs at too #a paradox of pain #the emotional intelligence #the intellectual buoyancy in general around here #slim pickings #midday and a migraine is heading straight for me I can tell #what do I tag this #remus #sirius #wolfstar #the usual then #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders era #marauders #atyd #roman you’re rubbing off on me

[propertyofkylar]

teasing your best friend kylar until she snaps <3

f!kylar x f!reader

cw: yandere nonsense - stalking, kidnapping, drugging. dubcon, victim blaming

word count: 2107

Getting to be your best friend was a gift. No, gift was too light of a word. It was the absolute honor of Kylar's life.

She could easily convince herself that life was alright as your best friend because she got to be by your side all of the time. Then, she could go home and work on her drawings of the two of you being in love and more.

But lately, it was getting to be too much. And it was entirely your fault. You knew what you were doing to Kylar. The too-short skirts. The unbuttoned shirts. The lingering touches and kisses to her cheek. Yes, it was all too much for Kylar.

Honestly, she figured she could handle it. But the fact was that there were still other people to worry about. Every time Kylar saw you smiling at someone else or placing a hand on their shoulder...Kylar thought she might explode from rage. Why would you even bother looking at anyone else when she was right there, willing and ready?

At this exact moment, Kylar was standing by the school entrance, watching you talk to someone. She couldn’t even see clearly who it was from the distance, but she knew she fucking hated it. She seethed as she watched you laugh and toss your hair back. What was wrong with you? Why were you even talking to someone other than Kylar?

It made her so angry. First of all, didn’t you know how bad people were? Kylar had tried so many times to warn you, but you always laughed it off and said you could handle it yourself. But clearly you couldn’t, Kylar thought as she reached into her bag and wrapped her small hand around one of her darts. Carefully hiding it in her fist, she took a deep breath in and ran up to you.

“H-hi!” Kylar said, trying to look casual. Her heart skipped a beat at the way you turned and smiled at her. She should be the only one to see you like this. “Um. I-it looks like it’s going to rain...can I walk you home?”

“Yeah, sure,” you gave Kylar a pat on the head as you spoke, which made her blush. “See ya at home, Robin.”

She took your empty hand in hers and the two of you began walking together. “What’s up with you?” You said to her teasingly. Kylar’s grip on her dart tightened. “You seem nervous. Am I that hot today?” You bumped your hip against Kylar’s.

Kylar didn’t answer, just took in a sharp breath. Your smile faltered. “Seriously, Ky. You good? You look kinda off…”

“’m fine,” Kylar muttered.

You frowned, but didn’t push the matter. “Okay…”

Kylar’s eyes darted around as she walked with you, growing further away from everyone else. When you were getting close to her place, she stopped suddenly.

“What’s up, Kylar?”

She bit her lip and pulled her hand away from yours to point behind you. “What is that thing? Do you see that?”

“Hm?” You spun around, and Kylar’s heartbeat quickened. You took the bait! “What are you--ow!” Your words were cut off as Kylar stuck the dart into your neck, and you wavered a minute before starting to fall. She grabbed you and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m sorry,” Kylar whispered. “But it had to be this way.”

Kylar softly stroked your hair as she sat in your lap. She had watched you in your sleep plenty of times before - during sleepovers and otherwise - but getting to snuggle up to do while doing so felt like a treat. And when you started to stir, a rush of excitement ran through her body.

“Mm?” You blinked groggily and started to look around. Kylar had given you a very strong dose of her homemade sedative, so she wasn’t surprised at this reaction. “What am I...huh? What's happening...?” You tried to move, but were unable to. Kylar had made sure to tie you to the chair extra tightly.

“My love is awake!” Kylar said gleefully, unable to stop herself from clapping her hands together in joy. She buried her face in your neck and smiled against your skin. “I am so happy right now.”

“What...?” Clearly you weren’t getting it. “Kylar, what's going on?”

Kylar pulled back to look in your eyes, which were...filled with fear, for some reason. She frowned slightly. “Sorry. I had to make sure you wouldn't go anywhere. And now you're here and all mine!”

You blinked slowly. “You...did this to me?”

Kylar sighed. She figured it might take you a bit to get used to it. “I had to, my love! You wouldn’t listen to me about the world being bad. And you…” she felt angry just thinking about it. “You were being mean! You were teasing me and flirting with me and I…” Kylar shook her head. “This is what’s right. This is what’s meant to be! Just the two of us together.” She sighed happily and leaned her head on your shoulder.

“Kylar…” she sat up eagerly, anticipating what you had to say. “Man, what the fuck?!”

Kylar felt like her heart shattered. Didn’t you want this too? Isn’t that what you had meant with the teasing?

“I mean, seriously. What the fuck!” You continued. “What am I supposed to do here? You tied me up. Just…what the hell?”

Kylar clenched her fists, feeling anger rise in her, replacing the devastation she had been feeling moments ago. What did she do wrong? No, no. It was the rest of the world that was the problem. The two of you were literally meant to be. Kylar was sure of it. She inhaled sharply and pulled away from you, standing up. You didn’t get it. Clearly, you just didn’t. She had to make sure you understood.

“No…” Kylar mumbled, shaking her head. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to work. It’s not.”

“Can—” your voice was hesitant. You could sense Kylar’s instability. “Can you let me go, Ky? And maybe we can talk about this?”

“No!” Kylar snapped. “No! We don’t need to talk. It’s just the two of us, okay? This is how it’s supposed to be! You don’t get it. That’s okay, my love!” She lit up with a crazed grin. “I can make you get it!” 

Kylar bent over your body, digging her nails into your thighs, as she leaned in and kissed you. You tasted just as sweet as she had always imagined. She would have probably enjoyed it more if you had been a little more willing, but she was okay with waiting until you got to that point. Kylar pulled away slightly with a happy sigh. “My first kiss…” she whispered, before leaning back in and kissing you again. 

Your lips were soft and unmoving. You weren’t fighting back, thankfully, but you weren’t exactly participating. Kylar moved one hand from your thigh to grip your jaw, shoving her tongue into your mouth. And when your tongue brushed against hers, she felt you shudder. 

Kylar squirmed as she kissed you again and again. She had wanted this for so long, and now she had you completely alone. 

With a giggle, she pulled back to unbutton your school shirt. She tugged the front aside and reached a hand to squeeze your tit. “You’re so pretty,” Kylar mumbled as she pinched your nipple. You yelped, and it made Kylar giggle more. 

“You didn’t even wear a bra! Naughty,” Kylar grinned. “Don’t worry. You can touch mine, too.” She quickly unbuttoned her own shirt and pulled her bra off before glancing back down at where your hands were tied. “Oh. Maybe not this time. I don’t know if you’ll run away or not…next time you can touch me!” 

Kylar continued kissing you, pressing her lips against yours but also all over your face and neck. She was breathing heavily and she knew that no matter how you tried not to show it, you were feeling the same. 

“Relax, my love,” Kylar mumbled before licking your neck and biting down. You squeaked. “I love you! I know what you need!” 

She kissed your mouth some more but managed to pull herself away. The whimper you let out at the separation made Kylar’s heart flutter. But she had bigger plans than just kissing. 

Kylar stood up and took a step back before dropping to her knees. Heart racing with excitement. She flipped the front of your skirt up and the sight made her gasp. 

“No panties, either!” She grinned up at you, taking in the shy blush creeping up your face. “You really do want me. I knew it. Don’t worry,” Kylar cooed, sliding her hands up your thighs towards your wet, glistening folds. “It’ll feel good.”

She looked up at you again. You were squirming and breathing heavily. A pang of sympathy rolled through Kylar - it must be pretty uncomfortable to have your wrists and ankles tied up like that while Kylar was about to pleasure you. But she shook off that thought. She wouldn’t have had to tie you up if you hadn’t teased her so much. You deserved this, she reminded herself. It was an unfortunately necessary punishment. 

Kylar bit your inner thigh and felt the muscles clench around her head. She wanted to savor this feeling. Then, feeling so excited that she might burst, she licked your wet cunt. 

“So sweet,” she mumbled as she licked again and again, feeling you tremble. Kylar braced herself with one hand on your thigh and with the other, slid two fingers into your hole. 

“Kylar,” you whined, and hearing you sound like that was immediately the best thing Kylar had ever heard. She was determined to draw that sound out of you as many times as she could. 

She wanted to remember everything about this moment. Ideally, of course, the two of you would end up doing this over and over for the rest of your happy lives. But this moment was special. It was your first time together. So Kylar took in everything. The way you tasted. The way your thigh muscles clenched with every stroke of her tongue. The feel of your fluids on her face. The sound of your fingernails scratching against the arms of the chair. It was all beautiful and perfect to Kylar. 

She looked up at you through her lashes and the two of you made eye contact. You looked beautiful with your hair falling around your face. Your cheeks were red and there was a look in your eyes Kylar had never seen before. Desire. 

With renewed vigor, Kylar used her tongue to spell her name against your pussy, flicking your clit every few seconds and humming happily at the moans that fell out of your mouth nonstop. Maybe by writing her name on you, it would subconsciously remind you that Kylar was all you would ever need. 

“K-Kylar,” you gasped. “I’m gonna…”

That was all Kylar needed to hear. She gripped your thighs with her hands as you bucked against her face, riding out your orgasm. Kylar eagerly lapped up every last bit of fluid that came out of you. And when you were finally spent, breathing heavily, Kylar pulled away and grinned up at your, her face sticky with your cum. 

She almost went back in for more, wanting to make you cum again and again until you forgot about the rest of the world. But when she took in your heavily-lidded eyes and rising chest, she paused. Your post-orgasmic bliss was the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen. 

Kylar clambered up and plopped herself into your lap, throwing her arms around your neck. “I love you,” she smiled, putting her head back onto your shoulder. 

You were quiet at first, but then cleared your throat. “That was, um,” you began. “That was your first time doing that. Right?”

Kylar nodded quickly. “Did I do okay?” She suddenly felt anxious. She wanted to make you happy. She hadn’t considered that her lack of experience could impact that. 

Instead, you blushed again, turning away shyly. “Yeah. It was really good.”

Kylar’s joy came back and she couldn’t help but let out a squeal. 

“It’s because we’re perfect together,” Kylar smiled, pressing kisses to your cheek. “We were meant to be. We don’t need anybody else. Just each other. Isn’t that great!”

Kylar giggled more as she continued kissing you, her hands roaming your body. You didn’t respond, but you didn’t need to. Kylar knew you wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon. 

#your honor she's literally just a girl. she did nothing wrong #degrees of lewdity #dol #kylar the loner #dol kylar #writing #kylar x reader #dolgl #<- hello just saw this tag and wanted to join in. hope u guys like #cw yandere #cw drugging #cw kidnapping #cw stalking

[dyk3medown]

sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll

eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie shows you a good time on E (repost bc I fucking deleted it the first time)

warnings: fem! reader, smut, drug and alcohol use, possible dubcon due to drugs/alc, unprotected sex, eddie calls the reader “princess” a lot

a/n: my first ever smut!! this is not really how mdma works but for the sake of the fic we're gonna pretend it is. also! this could be seen as dubcon due to the drug use, so please don't read if you're sensitive to that kind of thing! it’s all 100% consensual but the reader is definitely under the influence.

smut below the cut!!

It's one of the biggest parties of the year, and you're bored out of your mind. The liquor's all but run out, the beer is warm, the people are gross and sweaty, and you're starting to wish you were anywhere else.

It's not that you dislike the people there, they're all your friends, but there are only so many times you can watch someone do a keg stand before it gets old, and you think you passed that number quite a few parties ago.

You set down your empty cup and decide to go on the hunt for some more to drink, waving your friend off when she asks if you'd like her to come with you.

The family that owns the house is definitely wealthy, so you figure there must be something nice stashed somewhere After making your way upstairs and down a hall, you find what seems to be a fancy cabinet and score! You hold up a bottle of Don Julio 1942 triumphantly. You go to head back to the staircase but are thrown off balance by someone coming out of one of the rooms.

He bumps into you, and you lose your grip on your precious new treasure. You both watch in horror as the glass bottle slips from your grasp and shatters at your feet.

"Well, that was unfortunate."

Eddie Munson stands before you, a sheepish grin on his face. While you wouldn't necessarily call yourself friends, two years as your primary dealer has made him a significant presence in your life.

"Munson, what are you doing here? I mean, besides running into innocent bystanders and breaking bottles. I didn't peg this as your scene."

"Customers," Eddie explains, gesturing to the non-existent people around you.

You sigh and look down at the remnants of the tequila.

"You owe me a drink now, you know."

Eddie's brow furrows and then his face lights up. "Well, Lady Y/N, it seems like that's the one thing I can't provide. But! I can offer you something better."

He pulls a small plastic baggie from his jacket pocket and wiggles it in front of you.

"Care to try?"

You raise a brow. "How much?"

He places a hand on his chest and gasps in mock astonishment. "Free of charge, of course."

You suppress a smile at his antics and nod. "Ok, Munson, show me what you got."

The two of you find an unoccupied bedroom and sit side by side on the edge of the bed.

Eddie hands you one of the little tablets and places the other on his tongue. You follow suit, eyes closing as you swallow.

"So how long till it kicks in?"

Eddie's gaze darkens. "Believe me, when it happens, you'll feel it."

He's right.

After it hits, everything feels so intense, like every sense got dialed up to eleven. Looking at Eddie, you feel almost hypnotized, like something is drawing you in, completely out of your control.

You lean forward, swinging your legs up onto the bed and sitting with them crossed. Eddie mirrors you, his hands coming to rest on the tops of your thighs.

"Hi," you say softly, smiling,

"Hi."

"Hi," you repeat once more, bursting into a fit of giggles.

You fall forward into his chest in your fit of laughter, and when you finally calm yourself down and look up at him, your faces are only inches apart. Eddie's pupils are blown wide and he licks his lips as he holds your gaze, a hungry look on his face.

You're not sure who leans in first, but all you know is one second you're looking at each other, and the next your mouth is on his.

Eddie grabs your hips and positions you to straddle his lap, lips still locked on yours in a bruising kiss.

He takes your bottom lip between his teeth and bites down before soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue. You gasp and he hums approvingly at your reaction.

Eddie moves down to your neck, placing a few soft kisses there before sucking a mark into your skin. You whine, your hands tangling in his hair as he makes his way down the column of your throat.

Between your legs, you can feel his length pressed up against you, straining against the fabric of his jeans.

You grind your hips down on him and Eddie groans against your neck. You repeat the motion, and this time he mimics you, rolling his hips up into your heat.

The friction is delicious and you throw your head back as you moan. With all of your senses so heightened, you bet you could cum just from this.

You reach down to the hem of your top to pull it off and Eddie makes a strangled noise as your bare chest is revealed. You had decided to go without a bra tonight and clearly, it was paying off.

"You're stunning, Y/N."

Eddie runs his hands up your ribs until he is cupping your breasts, teasing your nipples with the pads of his thumbs. A moan escapes you as he leans forward and takes one into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the bud as it hardens under the attention.

He pulls you off his lap and gently pushes you until you're laying on your back. You're about to protest before he moves your skirt to bunch around your waist. He hovers over you, sucking another mark onto the top of your breast as his hand moves closer to where you need him.

"Oh, fuck," you cry out as his fingertips brush your clit. You're wetter than you can ever remember being in your life, and you're sure Eddie can feel it through the thin lace of your underwear.

His gaze is trained on your face, watching for your reaction as he hooks his finger into the crotch of the flimsy material and moves it to the side.

He runs his fingers up and down your slit a few times before slipping the middle two inside. You gasp at the intrusion and unconsciously buck your hips up, desperate to feel more. His fingers are thick, and you can feel the cool metal of his rings brushing against your entrance as he works his fingers in and out, the heel of his hand rubbing deliciously against your clit.

"Fuck, princess, you're soaked." Eddie licks his lips. "Is this all for little ol' me?"

You want to roll your eyes at him, but all you can focus on is the pleasure he's bringing you, your eyes slamming shut and toes curling as he hits the perfect spot inside you.

A tongue swipes over your clit and your eyes shoot open to see Eddie looking up at you as he closes his mouth over the nub, sucking on it.

His fingers speed up inside you, curving up to hit that spot with every pass. You throw a hand over your mouth to quiet the shout that escapes you. Eddie licks at your clit with all the vigor of a man starved and you can feel the knot tightening in your stomach. You tangle your fingers into the roots of his hair and tug slightly, pulling a muffled groan out of Eddie. Tugging again, you watch as he rolls his hips into the mattress, desperate for any sort of attention to his aching cock.

"Oh fuck, Eddie, please!" Your thighs tense as the knot in your stomach threatens to snap. "M’ gonna cum, please make me cum!"

Eddie moans again and the vibrations are enough to send you over the edge. Your back arches in pleasure as you orgasm, Eddie's movements never ceasing.

You're not sure if it's the drugs or the man between your legs, but you feel like you're floating, head up in the clouds of pure bliss.

He pulls back after you come down from your high, removing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth. You can't help but moan as you watch him suck them clean, making a show out of licking up every last drop of you from his hand. He's still fully clothed, and you decide that simply won't do.

You sit up and grab him by the lapels of his leather jacket, pulling him in for a kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue as you push the jacket off his shoulders, finally breaking apart to pull his shirt up over his head.

Eddie hisses through his teeth as you reach down to cup him through his jeans, lightly squeezing.

"God, princess, you're killing me here."

He pushes your hand away and makes quick work of his jeans and underwear, tossing them somewhere on the floor. You shimmy out of your remaining clothes as well, staring unashamedly at Eddie as he undresses.

Eddie is so hard it must be painful. His cock twitches as he notices you staring, a pearl of precum beading at the tip. He's decently long and thick, the kind of girth you know will stretch you out oh so well.

You take his cock in your hand and he can't help the noises that tumble from his lips, his hips stuttering up into your grasp as you swipe your thumb across the head. You lean forward and take him into your mouth, swallowing him down until he brushes against the back of your throat.

"Holy shit," Eddie mutters weakly.

You pull back and brace your hands on his hips before taking him as deep as possible. You swallow, and the feeling of your throat spasming around the head of his cock brings forth a litany of curses, his hips moving forward in an aborted half-thrust. You swallow again and he pulls you off of him with a groan.

"If you keep that up, this will be over way too fast," Eddie explains. A look of panic crosses his face. "Oh shit, do you have a condom?"

You shake your head. "Don't need it, I'm on the pill."

You lay back and he clambers to get on top of you, clearly excited by your admission.

He's such a dork. A very hot one, as you can clearly see, but still.

You're broken from your thoughts as Eddie grabs himself at the base and runs his cock through your folds, coating the tip with your wetness.

"Eddie, please!" You are far from willing to be patient right now. If he doesn't get inside you within the next few seconds, you're going to scream.

"Your wish is my command," He grins at you cheekily, positioning himself at your entrance.

Eddie pushes forward in one smooth motion and your core burns as it tries to adjust to the intrusion. Even as wet as you are, he's still big, and you swear you can feel him stretching you out.

Your clench around him as he bottoms out and you both moan at the feeling.

"You ok?" Even in the heat of the moment, Eddie is still thinking of you, checking to make sure you're not in any pain.

You nod, and he pulls out until only the head is inside, pausing for a moment before pushing back in hard.

"Oh, fuck!" You scream, no longer caring about being any sort of quiet.

He starts thrusting in and out, picking up speed until he's set a punishing rhythm.

Eddie moves a hand down to rub at your clit and you let out a sob, senses entirely overwhelmed by the effects of the pill and the intense pleasure he’s giving you.

"That feel good, princess?"

You can only moan in response, all rational thought stripped from your brain.

"Look at you, pretty girl, taking my cock so well, taking it like you were made for it."

"Eddie, fuck, you feel so good." You pull him down to meet your lips, moaning and whining into his mouth in between kisses as he continues to pound into you.

He's gorgeous like this. Kiss-swollen lips and skin slick with sweat, he looks like a greek god, muscles flexing as he moves above you. You've never seen heaven, but you're sure it can't be much better than the euphoria you're experiencing now.

His rhythm starts faltering, and you can tell he's getting close. Eddie's movements speed up on your clit, determined not to finish before you. Your thighs start to tremble as you approach your second orgasm of the night.

"You gonna cum for me, princess?" Eddie sounds almost amazed, like he can't believe he's the one making you feel like this.

"Eddie, please, yes, please!" You're not even sure what you're asking for any more.

"Cum, Y/N, wanna feel you come on my cock."

Your eyes roll up into the back of your head as your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, crashing down on you and knocking the breath from your lungs.

Eddie's movements become sloppy as your back arches, your walls spasming around his cock and sending him over the edge.

"Y/N!" He calls out your name, burying himself to the hilt as you feel his cock pulse within you, filling you up with his cum.

He collapses beside you, slipping out of you as he does. You whine at the loss, reaching for him needily.

He makes a sympathetic noise and pulls you to his chest, stroking your back soothingly. "The E really did a number on you, didn't it?"

He smirks. “Or was it just me, princess?”

You nod, or maybe you shake your head, you're not sure. The world seems out of focus as you lay there, floating far above reality.

Eddie was right; that was much better than a drink.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut #stranger things smut #i cant believe i fucking deleted it #i wanted to edit something and i hit the trash icon instead of the edit thingy #life is neverending pain #eddie munson

[ratsandfashion]

@SHOFARSOGOOD SORRY TUMBLR WOULDN'T LET ME REBLOG???

BUT

OH MY GOD YOU HAVE OPENED THE FLOODGATES HNNNGH

Okay, so you're in France in the 1760s. Specifically, you're a peasant in the Gevaudan province.

AND SOMETHING IS KILLING THE SHIT OUT OF EVERYBODY

It's described as being "like a wolf, yet not a wolf" and these people, they're shepherds, they see wolves ALL THE TIME, so if they say this thing WASN'T a wolf, I trust them. But the problem is, we don't know WHAT it was. Descriptions vary a LOT, probably owing to the people who saw it being terrified and trying to get away, combined with a typical "game of telephone" deal where the thing got changed each time someone told someone else about it, combined with people just lying and SAYING they'd said it, combined with the fact that if it was an exotic animal (more on that later) people just had no idea what they were looking at. But some fairly consistent traits are that it's BIG, it's got a long tail with a tuft, and it's a reddish color with a black-striped back and white underbelly.

Sounds like a tiger, right? That's a common theory. A lot of nobles kept zoos of exotic animals that peasants would never have seen before and have no reference for, so the fact it's a big furry predator on four legs was probably enough to make it "like a wolf but not a wolf" if it wasn't a bear (and we don't think it was a bear because people also knew what bears looked like) Some good candidates are a tiger for the aforementioned reasons, a lion (tufted tail, some drawings have a mane), and a hyena (wolf-like, has the bite force necessary for decapitation, as many of the corpses had the head removed from their bodies, another unusual feature)

So this thing just fucking runs around the countryside savaging peasants. And they can't do much about it because it's illegal for peasants to have guns. If you ever have to make an argument for the right to bear arms, bring up the Beast of Gevaudan, gurantee no one will see that coming!

Some peasants made do with what they had though. A group of boys managed to save their friend with, iirc, sharpened sticks, though they did not escape unscathed. One had his cheek basically TORN OFF, and as a result the king funded his education for the rest of his life, which was a big deal for a peasant boy who wouldn't ordinarily receive it. And a girl, Marie-Jeanne Valet, successfully fended it off with a homemade spear (she described the beast as a large dog) A statue still stands in her honor today.

Speaking of the King, the news about all this was reaching him. So he started sending out hunters and dragoons (a type of cavalry that would dismount to fight) to get the wolf. But, to no avail! They couldn't seem to kill it. And when they DID finally get a great big wolf, as well as a female wolf with unusually large pups that had traits not normally seen in wolves (ex: double dew claws, which some large dog breeds have, indicating wolfdog hybrids) the killings stopped for awhile. . .and then started again.

This became one of the first international news stories; other countries thought it was HILARIOUS that the King of France and all his men couldn't handle one little WOLF!

Eventually, it was brought down for good by a local hunter named Jean Chastel. Legend sprang up that the beast, which was said to be immune to ordinary bullets, had been felled by a bullet which had been made by melting down a medallion of the Virgin Mary. At the time, the fact it was killed by a holy icon was what was significant, as some people thought it was a werewolf and those were seen as creatures of the Devil at that time (rather than innocent people afflicted by a disease/curse as in modern media) but the fact the medallion was silver may be the source of the modern "silver bullet" myth which isn't from any real werewolf folklore and seems to be an invention of Hollywood.

The royal notary examined the animal after death and recorded in what is known as "The Marin Report" that "This animal which seemed to us to be a wolf; But extraordinary and very different by its figure and its proportions from the wolves that one sees in this country." and details a "monstrous head", unusual body proportions, aberrant morphological characteristics, and unusual fur colors. The report also includes the dental formula (number of molars, number of canines, etc) of the animal, which does seem to indicate a canid of some type. The report is preserved in The French National Archives.

So, this wasn't an unsubstantiated cryptid. It was pretty darn meticulously documented.

Unfortunately, photos didn't exist then, and by the time the corpse was taken to Versailles, it was so rotten and badly decayed that no one wanted anything to do with it, and it was in all likelihood dumped somewhere like garbage. I reckon everyone was just happy to be done with it.

While the beast was dead (or at the least, the attacks ceased) the speculation never has. Some people think it was just a big wolf or wolves, but like I said, I think these people knew what a wolf looked like. Other people think it was a wolfdog hybrid or family of such, which would account for the large size, unusual features, and lack of fear of humans. This, I think, is the most likely option. The escaped exotic animal is the next most likely imo; I remember that there's no records of. . .it was either of any such zoos themselves at the time or of no escapees, but like, if I was a noble and my tiger got out and it was eating people, I don't think I'd say anything.

Then there's more fringe theories. The werewolf thing, of course, but also the idea it was a conspiracy against the king, or some big political plot, often involving Chastel (the hunter who shot it) or his son, or that it was a serial killer dressed in animal skins, or a serial killer that had trained a dog to hunt with him as his method of killing. I...kind that pretty unlikely, just because I've never heard of a serial killer doing anything like that, like using an animal is just not 'intimate' in the way serial killers seem to like to be? But I'm no expert.

My PERSONAL favorite Unlikely Fringe Theory is that it was a mesonychid. See, some descriptions of the Beast claimed it had hooves. And while no modern carnivore has hooves, there is a prehistoric class of carnivores called mesonychids who are often described as "wolves with hooves" and whose appearance---monstrous head, longer tail---do match up pretty well with a lot of accounts.

Now, is it likely that a breeding population of huge prehistoric predators just...survived THAT long into the present and just NEVER got noticed by humans except this ONE time, and no other remains to indicate their survival have ever turned up? Yeah, no. But I really like the idea! That and the werewolf are my FAVORITE options, but in all likelihood it was a wolfdog(s) or escaped exotic.

#this is a pretty condensed version and mostly from memory #but I'd totally rec checking out youtube videos on it #there's some great ones with animation and puppets and stuff #but yeah its my fave historical mystery! #beast of gevaudan

[sublimecatgalaxy]

♥️ Fezco Masterlist 2 ♥️

This is strictly my Fezco Masterlist.

Before requesting, take a look at my Masterpost to gain more insight into my DNI and requesting guideline lists. Take a look at my Prompt List for some ideas regarding request too!

This is where you'll find all of my Fezco blurbs since this list is too long to add into the regular Masterlists.

So Soft:

Summary/Request: “Short little fez blurb about cuddling and the fact that I guarantee hes touch starved.”

Tricks:

Summary/Request: “lil thing where Even tho Fez smokes, he can’t do any smoke tricks n y/n shows him how do to O’s, ghosts etc”

Jealousy:

Summary/Request: “Can you please do a blurb where Fez gets jealous because someone is hitting on his girl right in front of him”

Artist:

Summary/Request: “Could you pls do Fez x reader where the reader draws him whenever she’s bored and one day she leaves the sketchbook on the table.”

Debt Owed:

Summary/Request: “Omg what about this reader sees Ashtray bleeding or something then she helps him and he leads her to fez and says “she’s cool and I owe her one” or something like that.”

Embroidered:

Summary/Request: “The reader has a secret gift for her man, something that she knows will make his head spin.”

State Lines:

Summary/Request: “Fezco goes on his first trip with the reader, except he’s never been on a plane before and is a bit nervous.”

Playful Pleasure:

Summary/Request: “Fezco gets a call in the middle of a very intimate moment with his girlfriend. She’s disappointed that he answers it so she makes it a bit hard for him to stay focused.”

Innocence:

Summary/Request: “smutty blurb w fez where reader is innocent and doesn’t know what to do:)”

Vivid Image:

Summary/Request: “elliot or fez fluff after reader wakes up from a nightmare??”

Be Quiet:

Summary/Request: “reader x fez where he has his hand covering her mouth while they fuck so they dont wake up ash”

Engraved:

Summary/Request: “i remember how reader got underwear w fezs name on it and he flipped i wonder what he would say if she got a tattoo of his name”

Sinful:

Summary/Request: “soft dom fezco x reader smut PLEASE I AM BEGGING.”

Intimidation:

Summary/Request: “Fez meeting reader n she’s the first girl to realllyyy tell him off m stand up to him. I can imagine classic “shut the fuck up-“ angry kisses and sex”

Mini Us:

Summary/Request: “Maybe Fezco with a breeding kink and cockwarming?”

Pillow Talk:

Summary/Request: “could you write something like some pillow talk with fez where you talk about the future like having kids, marrying, a life after drug dealing etc”

Stewing:

Summary/Request: “Comforting fez after a long day?”

Stand By Me:

Summary/Request: “how bout fez slow dancing with the reader to ‘stand by me’?”

Rager:

Summary/Request: “sex with fez at a party? (established relationships)”

Over In Five:

Summary/Request: “I’ve just read the “Elliott x reader dirty talk over the phone” and I was thinking why don’t write something like that but with fez?”

Let Me In:

Summary/Request: “'open the door’ prompt but this time with reader and fezco?”

Control:

Summary/Request: “Could you do a one shot with fez where the reader gets vibrating panties and gives him the remote?”

Squirt:

Summary/Request: “A smutty blurb with fez where he makes the reader squirt for the first time”

Big Baby:

Summary/Request: “Omg could you pls do a fez blurb where we ask to wax his legs and he’s like being a total baby while we’re doing it!!”

I Got You:

Summary/Request: “Stripper reader dating fez and he sees a customer harassing her”

First Time:

Summary/Request: “hey can i request a blurb where fez and reader are doing it for the first time?”

Facial Hair:

Summary/Request: “I had an idea that Y/N would be very sad when Fez made the decision to shave off his beard. She would literally ask if he would please let her take a picture of him before he shaves because he knows she will miss seeing him like this. It’s like an environment of pure fluff and teasing.”

Proposal:

Summary/Request: “fez proposing and being all lowkey and relaxed like at home and the reader being super excited”

Bruises and Bandaids:

Summary/Request: “I’d love to see a story of Fez getting hurt and reader taking care of him ❤️ just angst and fluff!!”

Breasts are Best:

Summary/Request: “❣️Fez. Titty fuck. That’s it. ❣️”

Tainted Seats:

Summary/Request: “Hii, can you write a story about “car sex” with fez?”

Shy:

Summary/Request: “fez confessing his feelings to the reader and he being all shy about it 🥲”

The Question:

Summary/Request: “fez proposing and being all lowkey and relaxed like at home and the reader being super excited”

Steam:

Summary/Request: “Steamy shower sex for fezco x reader? <33”

Trapped:

Summary/Request: “hi lovey, can you do a smut where you let Fez go without a condom for the first time?”

Aftermath:

Summary/Request: “Please do a realistic imagine based on the aftermath of the finale😭 no one is writing about it!!! I need the reader to be there for fez and comforting him!! I beg you!!!”

Wedding Bells:

Summary/Request: “Ok so I have an idea about a fez smut lol, like it’s fez and the readers wedding day and they’re really happy to start this new chapter in their lives together but everyone keeping pulling them aside and they don’t really get to see each other as much as they want and idk maybe ash or rue notices this and creates some kind of distraction and fez takes advantage of that and pulls the reader into a bathroom stall”

Yoga:

Summary/Request: “Fez and reader doing yoga together. Like she does yoga and stretching around the house and she gets him to try with her and eventually starts making ash do it with her. Maybe fez walks in one day with her and ash doing it in the living room”

Snacks:

Summary/Request: “the night cal showed up to the store and fez stayed up all night with the gun, him and reader are together and she stays up all night with him even though he insists but she won’t leave him alone all night. he’s stressed all night but she’s there to take care of him”

Nerd:

Summary/Request: “May I please request a Fezco x reader where his gf is a huge Star Wars nerd? (Specifically like prequel era/Clone Wars)”

Aftercare:

Summary/Request: “Hi! I was wondering if you could write about aftercare with fez and make it all fluff? If not it’s totally okay!”

Mobility Aids:

Summary/Request: “Imagine Fez is dating someone with a disability/medical condition where they need help moving around or they walk slow and Fez/Ashtray are both protective over her since she needs help, especially in public or with a lot of people around her”

Concussed:

Summary/Request: “can i request an fezco x reader & ash x platonic!reader where the reader hits their head and gets a pretty bad concussion and hides it from the boys and then the reader pass out in front of them?”

Family Decisions:

Summary/Request: “Can you do A blurb with fezco and the reader and it’s an angst but then they make up?”

No Reason to Freak:

Summary/Request: “Can you write a Fezco blurb where the reader comes out as being Bi to him.”

Be Discrete:

Summary/Request: “Fezco angst x100000. I just need to be in my sad and angry element atm lol”

Trust:

Summary/Request: “prompts: good girl, that’s it. spread your legs. eyes on me. i can’t seem to get enough of you. do you know how you make me feel? right there that’s it.”

Blocked:

Summary/Request: “Fezco fic where reader and him are trying to spend “time” together and everyone keeps cockblocking?”

The Play:

Summary/Request: “Can you do a fez x reader where lexi put a fez and reader bit in her play I will just want to now what that would be. "It the only couple that made me believe in love” said lexi"

Words:

Summary/Request: “fezco, Friends with benefits, soft dom if ya can :) “Use your words” and “did I stutter?””

Matching:

Summary/Request: “SUGAR DADDY SUGAR BABY FEZCO”

Drunk and High Enough:

Summary/Request: “Fezco, 21 💕💕”

Invitation:

Summary/Request: “Can you please do a fezco x shy reader. I don’t really care about the plot of the story I just love this trope :)”

Faking It:

Summary/Request: "Wondering if you would write something about faking an O"

Impatient:

Summary/Request: "Teasy Fezco with a lil smut mayhaps and also the line “are you blushing?”"

Cool It:

Summary/Request: "6 + 7 for Nate or fez!! ❤️"

Sunshine:

Summary/Request: "i was wondering if you could write smth like fezco x sunshine reader who has a rlly close platonic bond with ash and they’re both v protective of her"

Bathroom Counter:

Summary/Request: "new yrs sex w fez after he beat nate's ass<3"

Take a Breather:

Summary/Request: "Can you write a blurb with him with the prompts 8. 'I really don’t like you.’ - 'And I really don’t believe you.’ and 15. 'How does that feel?’"

Dangerous Woman:

Summary/Request: "I really loved loved loved loved loved your Dangerous Woman fic (I miss when Euphoria was so hyped) so I wanted to request a Fezco x dealer!reader?"

Rabbits:

Summary/Request: "i live for the fez x reader x (platonic) ash. i love when ash and reader banter and tease eachother 😭"

Uncle:

Summary/Request: "PLS MORE FEZ X READER X ASH(PLATONIC) THEY ARE SOOOO CUTE"

Spoiled:

Summary/Request: "'Can I get a reader who insists she doesn’t need a lot for valentines x Imma spoil the shit outta you just you wait Fezco?!'"

Thick Thighs:

Summary/Request: "Can I request Fezco x reader? Maybe she have big thighs?"

#fezco #fezco x reader #fezco euphoria #fezco euphoria x reader #euphoria hbo #euphoria fic

[crazycookiemaniac]

Okay so, here I am again to ask for your support 🥲

In the past month I've been extremely busy irl attending classes/studying to take a test near the end of the year in order to try to get into a public university and take a medical course. I've been on this rythm from Sunday to Sunday, having classes every morning and also at the afternoon on mondays, wednesdays and fridays. I also have a tutor helping me outside of the preparatory course on weekends.

In addition to that, I'm also struggling with my meds/mental health. I've been diagnosed with OCD recently (in addition to my bipolar diagnosis) and God, everything is so hard right now.

If you've been following me for the past couple years you know how fucked up I've been mentally and financially. Last year I got a huge debt that I'm still paying off, and I also need to use my credit card a lot since I don't have money on me ever. I've taken all commissions I've gotten, but it's not always that luck comes my way. So, here I am.

I'm going to say it outright. I'm in dire need of help. Financial help, because thankfully I have a supportive family (who is already helping me financially as much as they can) to help me go through all the mental care stuff.

If I sum up everything I owe, it should be around 3.8k usd. Which is a LOT, especially considering I don't pay rent and spend mostly with myself.

I'm asking for help because no matter how hard I work, no matter how many commissions I take, this number never seems to lower and I don't know what to do anymore. I've been pondering getting another loan from the bank to pay for at least my credit card bills, but that would start another never-ending cycle of eternal debt. And it is so stressful to me that I can't stop spending because I literally need to live, as well as I can't control my compulsive episodes when I'm having them.

So, here I am. Again. For the billionth time, asking for help. I don't expect anyone willing to help to solve my problems for me. It's just that I literally have nowhere else to run, and I've always used social media as ways to advertise and sell my work.

So, please, if you can, I'd appreciate it if you could buy me a ko-fi or consider commissioning me. I'm willing to draw whatever and if you need a discount, just ask me and we can find a good amount together. If you could also share this post, it would mean the world to me.

I'm sorry for making this post at all. I'm just another struggling adult trying her best to become someone in life.

#asking for help #sorry guys #i feel so defeated lmao #im writing this as i prepare to sleep for yet another day of classes #im considering not even posting this at all but i guess its too late to feel ashamed after ive asked for help for so many times already #i hate life more than i should lol

[ichigo-dream]

Show Me Your Teeth

Another one for fans of our boy Dabi ~

Let me know what you think.

Enjoy xoxo - Ichigo

18+ only, Minors DNI, NSFW

All rights reserved: do not translate, plagiarise, claim my writing or cross post it on any other platforms, leave my writing alone.

AO3 Link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/44813605

The girl’s trying to kill him. Dabi knows this to be an objective fact. At this point in his life, he’s used to people trying to kill him (the novelty wears off after a while)

People had been trying to kill him since he was born, whether they intended to or not. How many times had someone tried to strangle him in his sleep, to stab him on the streets, to bludgeon him to death in a back alley?

Not that any had every succeeded. No one had the right to kill him, no one except for himself.

So why, he questions, does this girl have the audacity to try to take what is rightfully his. His life. She thinks she can just kill him. Just, do him in. Flaunt herself and smile in his face like she isn’t the one pulling the lever that was drawing the rope tight around his throat, starving him, letting him kick and flail and choke, bulging eyes with bursting blood vessels focusing solely on her. His executioner. His murderer. That girl.

No. He thinks, watching as she sidles up to Boss, smiling that smile at him, putting her lips to the rim of the glass that he hands to her. Not a girl. Something else. Not quite a woman.

Her little face screws up. Boss’ choice wasn’t everyone’s taste, and he hopes she chokes on it. He hopes she’ll boke it up and choke, ridding herself of it, see how much she likes not being able to breathe.

Her tongue comes out to wet at her lips, clearly unhappy with the lingering taste in her mouth, and she reminds Dabi of a cat. Disgruntled. Disgusting.

Disgusting how her eyes meet his and glimmer, smiling brightly at him, and if he wasn’t as attuned to her as he is, he never would’ve noticed how much wider it seemed to be when she directed it at him.

Disgusting how he feels a choking feeling when he sees her making her way over to him, stopping before him and having to crane her head to meet his eyes. Maybe if he bent over to speak to her it wouldn’t be so hard to breathe.

“You’re being quiet tonight, Dabi.” She says, and God her voice makes the rope tighten.

Maybe if you’d let me breathe, I could talk to you more. He thinks, managing to make a small humming sound in response.

“Did you hear what the others were saying earlier? How-“ He tunes her out, hyper fixated on the way her lips form syllables.

Always running her goddamn mouth, asking him ow his day was going, how he was, if he’d like a drink, something to eat, had he slept well, and looking at him with that stupid fucking look in her eyes.

He can’t think. Can’t breathe. Fucking bitch.

One arm surges up and grasps her by the front of her shirt roughly pulling her from the room.

She makes a little strangled sound as he practically carries her to a different room. Good. Let her choke. See how she liked it.

He crashes through the door to a room and with a hoarse shout the room is cleared; he is left alone with her, and he pulls her over, throwing himself down onto the sofa and yanking her down into his lap.

She doesn’t say anything. She just smirks at him, and watches, hands coming up to rest on his shoulders.

He bares his teeth at her, hands coming up to clench around her cheeks, to wipe that smile off her face.

His thumbs run up and down her cheeks and he lets them catch on the corners of her mouth, pressing in. He hisses as she yields to him, eyes not moving from their place watching him curiously.        

Dabi is fascinated at how her teeth feel under his thumbs, and fuck was her mouth tiny or were his hands always this big? Two thumbs and her little cheeks are already stretched, trying to accommodate him.

He slips his thumbs out, one hand cupping her jaw and forcing it to stay hinged open, whilst he dips in with his dingers. He wets the top of one and runs it over her lips, circling round her lips.

She keeps watching him. Somehow, he knows that if his hands weren’t in her mouth she’d still be smiling at him.

The thought awakens something cruel in him. He jams his fore and middle fingers into the back of her throat and the way her throat clenches around them as she gags punches the air out of him.

His stomach is in knots, tight and coiled, waiting for something.

Her saliva is spilling down his arm in rivers, but he can’t stop, in awe of how her cheeks become rosy, how she keeps making cute little noises every time his fingers meet with the back of her throat, or they curl around her tongue.

Fuck. Dabi lets out a shuddering moan as her tongue wraps around his fingers, chasing and moving with them, like it was the most natural thing for them.

Something changes on her face, as she keeps moaning around his fingers, and the next moment her hands have left his shoulders and he feels them grasping at his belt.

He makes a sound. Not of protest. More of surprise. She doesn’t mark it, as she unbuckles his trousers and pulls his dick free.

He moans in relief, to not be constrained anymore, to have the godly friction of her hand. With every pump of his fingers into her mouth and throat she matches his movements, stroking her hands up and down his dick and fuck this was escalating far more than Dabi was expecting. He just wanted to deal with the feeling he’d been having. Not. Whatever this was. But he’s not complaining.

All of a sudden, her hands leave him and they come up to pull his fingers from her mouth. He goes to protest, when she sinks, opened mouthed, soaking chin and chest, blush high on her cheeks, to her knees between his legs.

He goes to make a sound when her open mouth devours him. With a moan that is so embarrassing that it makes a blush rise on the healthy skin of his face, Dabi throws one hand over his eyes, the other coming down to clench in her hair.

Fuck, her mouth feels so much better around his dick.

He watches as she sinks up and down on him, tongue swirling around him just as she did to his fingers and his hips keep jerking forward, forcing more of himself down her throat.

He lets out a shout as he feels her gag around him. God, why can’t he shut up? His hand comes down to cover his mouth and he can’t stop himself from sucking on his fingers, the ones still coated in her saliva like a man starved. It’s like an indirect kiss.

Her hands are holding his hips in place to stop his jerking, aborted thrusts, and he feels the tension in his stomach beginning to peak, breathing short, and his thighs trembling.

“Fuck, please, please, I’m gonna-“ Dabi whimpers out, and he can’t even bring himself to be embarrassed. Not when his words made her take him even deeper, sucking harder and he couldn’t have pulled her off if he tried.

With a whining moan, he comes in her mouth, head thrown back to rest against the back of the sofa as he pants and whines softly as she keeps sucking and licking at him.

Eventually, she pulls off of him and he meets her eyes.

Dabi can breathe.

He smiles at her, staples pulling obscenely at the corners of his mouth and cheeks.

She smiles at him, and the air leaves him once more as his come spills from the corners of her mouth. Not looking away, he is mesmerised as her throat bobs and he can hear her swallowing him. It’s enough for him to blush again.

She licks at the spilled bits and he is reminded of a cat.

This girl will kill him.

Maybe, he could get used to that idea.

#mha dabi #dabi x reader #dabi imagine #bnha dabi #dabi smut #todoroki touya #female reader

[deepestuniversallove]

Hey I literally logged in just to give you support. Don't listen to these idiots telling you that you're gross for loving Mewtwo.

Because if loving Mewtwo is gross then the entire monster-fucking community should also be shamed but they aren't hmmmmmm I wonder why.

The degenerates in this fandom are perfectly fine with Ash fucking Latias, and men fucking Gardevoir, Vaporeon, or whatever slutty monster girl bitch of the week, but nooo you self shipping with Mewtwo is apparently cONcERnING or whatever.

(I love how no one calls the Hatsune Miku guy names lol, do I smell double standards? )

But this doesn't surprise me because the Pokemon community is full of hypocrites and these are the same no - life losers who shit their pants because Ash isn't in the anime anymore, their parents truly failed in raising them.

Lord knows I faced enough trouble for loving Steven and that too, from an Eevee fucker.

Monika, sweetie you are doing nothing wrong, your love for Mewtwo is so innocent, sweet and pure. I think it's beautiful how helped you with depression and escape your narcissistic mother.

People on this site love to preach mental health support but the very minute you do something different yet harmless suddenly it's

"OH NO YOU DARE TO LOVE A "FICTIONAL CHARACTER"

Keep on giving them rectal bleeding and draw more of you and Mewtwo ;) I love to see it.

AHH thank you so much for this message!! 🥹 That is so sweet of you!

Yeah, I dunno why it has always been like this. Even 10 or even 20 years ago, I often got messages chastising me for selfshipping with Mewtwo, calling it "nasty" and "degenerate", when really, i am not doing it to specifically be a degenerate, but because I honestly love Mewtwo. In his story, he too had to fight against a narcissistic "parent" (Giovanni), just like I had to against my own. How can it be seen as a crime to want to believe? Or has it been wrong to say "Mewtwo, please teach me to be brave like you" in my mind during the hard times, especially back when I was a lonely child?

Haha, I doubt anyone could ever shame the monster fucker community out of what they are doing. Or the furry community for that matter. 🤣

There always seems to be some sort of underlying misogyny happening. Women are expected to get an IRL husband/boyfriend to serve as soon as possible, so seeing a woman openly rather selfship with a fictional character is threatening to them, because how dare a woman not be in the kitchen and make sandwiches for a man? How dare a woman prefer to be single when there is a "male crisis of loneliness" happening?

Then again, I don't think I owe society anything. Where was society when I was abused? Where was the help or the community when I needed them most? I was left to my own devices. When a fictional character like Mewtwo brings someone like me more hope than any IRL human, that's how I know we failed as a society. Even sicker is that other more destructive forms of coping mechanisms are more encouraged. Somehow selfshipping is seen as more evil by the "moral police" than dying from a drug overdose on the streets or having alcoholism.

Anyone who ever complains to me about "ruining Mewtwo" or whatever - no, you aren't "concerned", you are just using that word to camouflage that what you really want is control over me and what I put out there. And i can tell you it is futile. I haven't survived so far just for some snotty brats to tell me what i can or cannot do in MY online space. Don't like what I post? Tough titties, use the block button. No one is forcing you to look at my "cringe". My cringy stuff brings me joy and makes me happy, and I feel I deserve some happiness in this shitty world of ours. You do too, so just..go and have some fun yourself. Don't waste your only life on policing others.

So yeah, you are right, dagdasgoddess. I will keep giving people "rectal bleeding". 🤣 No one can stop me from loving Mewtwo, my guardian angel that even visits me in my dreams at night, and loves me even when I absolutely despise myself. He will always be a bastion of love for me, a symbol that life is worth living regardless of hardships.

#mewtwo #selfshipping #answered asks