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[tossdoll]

I see that Cyndaquil nose and all I think is ‘Didn’t I do it for you~’

say sorry.

[vampyr3wife]

What's your bodycount tho?

I haven’t killed anyone yet

[namikawa]

price would most definitely be the type to call you dear and you can’t convince me anything else.

“grab that f’ me would ya, dear?”

“you look beautiful, dear.”

oh but when he’s fucking you? it’s even worse.

“cmon dear, you can take it. so f’kn deep in this pretty cunt can hear her begging me to stop.” and somehow he’ll say it in that condescending tone he’s known for while pushing your thighs into your tummy, making you see stars from how deep he’s going. “can already feel how good ‘yr sucking me in, fuck. look at that, deary, she missed me huh? creaming all over me like that, bet you’re already close.”

[thecheatdraws]

homestar runner bird au

this shit was tailor made for me

[neotrances]

don’t you think it’s a little bizarre to promote drug usage to your underage fanbase

underage fanbase?

[mtsodie]

max sticking onto sam like a leech

[silent-stories]

im thinking about calling Noah "baby" for the first time. Like. He is 6'3 and covered in tattoos but he is BABY

Oooh imagine being in bed with him, him laying next to you, his back rising and falling with each breath, his tattoos stretching over his muscles with every subtle movement. You can feel the warmth radiating from him as he curled into you, his arm pulling you closer. His usual calm is comforting, he looks so pretty half asleep and you let out a soft sigh, feeling your eyelids grow heavier by the second.

You aren't sure what prompted it (it's because he looks SO PRETTY like that i'm telling you), but as your body relaxed into his, you let your lips part and mumbled softly, “Goodnight, baby.” as your head rested against his shoulder.

His brown eyes flicker open, confusion in them at first, then something else — surprise, maybe even delight.

“Did you just… did you just call me baby?” he asks, his voice thick with sleep, his hand gently caressing your arm as he looks at you with a sleepy smile.

You blink up at him, feeling your face flush, a wave of warmth creeping over you. "Yeah… I did," you mumble, your words coming out soft and sleepy, but filled with affection. You always loved hearing him say it, but now it felt right saying it.

Noah’s sleepy smile grew as his thumb stroked the back of your hand. He pulls you a little closer, his lips brushing against the top of your head in a soft kiss. "I never thought I'd hear that from you," he murmurs, his voice low, tender. "But it’s... perfect." He chuckles quietly (and god you love that sleepy sound more than anything), his arms tightening around you as he buried his face in your hair. "Feels kinda nice."

“It’s just… it feels right,” you murmur. "You always call me that. I wanted to, too."

Noah humms in contentment, his fingers tracing slow circles on your side as he presses a kiss to your temple.

“I like it.” he whispers, his voice dropping to that gravelly tone you adored so much.

Your eyelids fluttered shut, and you let out a soft sigh of contentment. Noah's steady heartbeat next to you, the comfort of his embrace, and the softness of his voice make you feel safe.

The last thing you hear before drifting off to sleep is his voice, low and affectionate, murmuring, "Goodnight, baby."

[minariss]

🧸 i never let anybody in ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ somehow you got under my skin 🕰

[bruisedboys]

Eddie loves his shy girl so much, he’ll always call her “my girl” or “the wife” “the mrs” around others just to watch how red she gets 🥹🥹 but soon he finds that calling her the wife feels natural and right, he realizes she’s the only girl he ever wants

he totally does omg. bro def calls you his wife with absolutely no shame. thank u for the ask angel!!

summary: eddie calls shy!you a lot of names. all of them make you flustered beyond belief

shy!fem!reader 1k words

Steve’s invited you all to drinks to celebrate him and Robin finally copping a job that isn’t slinging ice cream or sitting behind a video store counter all day. Eddie’s helping you pick out an outfit. It’s taking longer than you’d expected. Something about posing for Eddie makes you so nervous you can barely walk.

“Are you done yet?” Eddie’s voice on the other side of the door is far from impatient, even though it should be by now.

You grumble something incoherent instead of answering. Eddie heard you and laughs.

“Y/N,” he says seriously. The effect is ruined because you can hear his smile in the way he says your name. “We’re gonna be late, baby. Come out and show me the dress. I bet this is the one.”

You stare at yourself in the mirror for a few seconds. It is a nice dress. It’s a good length and makes your chest look nice, the colour looks pretty on your skin. Still, you’re embarrassed. You don’t like dressing up. It feels attention-seeking.

You scrub your face with both hands and take a big breath. “Alright, fine.”

You turn away from the mirror before you can stop yourself and yank the bathroom door open. Eddie’s waiting for you on your bed, sitting pretty, if a little slouched. He has bad posture. But his back goes rigid when he sees you — he sits up straight and lets his jaw drop.

“Babe,” he half-whispers, totally in awe, his eyes blown wide. He’s definitely laying it on thick but you can sense the genuineness underneath it all. His eyes traverse a path down your body and back up again, leaving your skin burning. And he hasn’t even touched you yet. “Baby. Honey. Darling. You look amazing.”

You flush all over despite yourself. “Eddie,” you say, chiding.

Eddie pretends to look offended. “What?” He leaps off the bed and gets one hand around your waist, the fabric of your dress shushing under his touch. “I’m serious, Y/N. You’re a real stunner, you know that?”

His other hand finds your elbow and pushes all the way up to your bicep, his fingers pressing into your skin. You burn like a furnace where he touches you. You knew this part was coming.

“Thank you, Eddie,” you say, genuine underneath all the shyness.

Eddie looks like he’s about to say something more but you’re saved from his doting by the phone next to your bed ringing loudly. You make to get it but Eddie beats you to it.

“Hello?” He says into the phone, sounding half-annoyed. “Oh. Hi, Steve. Yeah, no, we’re coming. The Mrs is just getting ready.” A pause in which Eddie meets your eye and winks. You flush even worse than you already were. Eddie goes back to talking to Steve. “Uh-huh. Yeah, we’ll be there in ten. Bye, Harrington.”

Eddie puts the phone back and you try to compose yourself. The Mrs, he’d called you. You feel like you could die.

Meanwhile Eddie’s grabbing his jacket from the bedpost and shrugging it on. “He’s badgering us about being late,” he says, pushing his arms through the sleeves. “We better get going, dove.” He looks up at you, half in his jacket. “Do you need me to carry anything for you?”

My heart? You think. Then maybe your chest wouldn’t hurt so much. You shake your head.

“No, um. That’s okay.” You push your hair behind your ears and try not to show how much he’s undone you with his antics. “I’ll just grab my purse.”

Eddie smiles at you. “Okay. I’ll meet you in the car?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

Ten minutes later you’ve arrived at the bar and Eddie’s leading you inside with a hand at the small of your back. He smells good, like the cologne you’d bought him forever ago that he wears basically every day.

You step inside the semi-crowded bar and Eddie spots your friend group before you do.

“They’re over there, by the window,” he says, pointing. “C’mon.”

He takes your hand and pulls you in the direction of your friends. You let him guide you and he pleases, his hand a warm weight in yours. You stare at the back of his head until you arrive at the table. Steve, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan are all here.

“Munson!” Robin cheers. Your eyes zero in on the drink in her hand and you think she’s maybe already a bit tipsy. Then she spots you and beams. “Y/N!”

You smile back. “Hi, Robs. Hi, everyone, sorry we’re late.” You give a sheepish laugh and glance at Eddie. “My fault.”

“It was worth it though, right?” Eddie says enthusiastically, to the group at whole. He throws an arm around your shoulder and jostles you gently. “Doesn’t my girl look great?”

My girl. Your face burns. There’s a chorus of agreement from around the table — it makes you feel better but not better enough that you’re not still flushing furiously.

“Eddie,” you mumble, avoiding everyone’s eyes and staring at the tabletop instead. You elbow him in the side, too gentle for what you feel he deserves.

Eddie laughs loudly. “What?” He asks, even though he knows exactly what.

You huff and wish the floor would swallow you up. When it doesn’t, you let Eddie pull you into the booth next to Robin. It’s a tight squeeze and Eddie’s thigh presses into yours, his jeans warm and rough on your skin where your dress rides up your thighs.

You think Eddie notices this too because he lets his hand fall to your lap instead of his own, spreading his hand over your thigh, his fingers grazing your bare skin. He squeezes you and you try not to show how much he affects you.

“Drinks?” He asks you, like everything is completely normal and you’re not a nervous, flustered wreck right now.

“Okay,” you say, unable to get more than one word out.

Eddie grins wolfishly. You think he’s probably planning on being like this all night. You don’t mind as much as you should.

-

“Okay,” you say, unable to get more than one word out.

Eddie grins wolfishly. You think he’s probably planning on being like this all night. You don’t mind as much as you should.

-

[lupato]

[halloween-sweets]

[namikawa]

the thoughts that i have about simon riley need to be studied. he’s just so.. big. everywhere. and when he’s digging into your sweet pussy after being gone for a few weeks, it feels like he’s exactly that. EVERYWHERE. his hands are roaming around your body, grabbing at those soft hips he can’t get enough of while telling you in your ear how much he’s missed you and been craving this. “shit, sucking me in so tight, get the feeling you missed me too, huh?” he’s immediately moving down to your neck to suck and bite on it, forcing reactions out of you (of course he’s not complaining) and you can’t forget the way his cock is drilling into you at just the right angle, hitting that sweet spot again n again n again until you’re a shaking mess below his frame. he’s nowhere near done though, sliding down to lick your mess up, most definitely overstimulating you. don’t worry, he’ll clean you up real nice so he can get right back at it. forcing your legs close to your head with one hand and slowly massaging your ass with the other. he’s a gentleman, wanting to make sure you’re completely comfortable and taken care of before he gets what he needs out of you. giving you the false promise of “just one more time, dear” because, as he says, “haven’t seen you in so long, pretty” when in all actuality his mission was only 3 days.

[wuffz]

[neotrances]

not everyone has the same education experience as you, critical thinking about media is hard

when spongebob picks up his jelly fishing net and goes outside, what do u think he is about to do?

[mtsodie]

SASHA NEIN !!!!!!!!!

sashaaaaaaaaa

[tossdoll]

about five years ago today i was making my rounds as the garbage truck driver for nimbasa city when apparently someone dumped a whole collection of old teru teru bozu dolls into the truck. just moments later the truck completely broke down and started levitating into the sky and i saw an entire swarm of shuppets surrounding it. i could only barely get my belongings before it would've been too unsafe to jump down. i still think about that day and the sights of those shuppet still haunt my dreams