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Hairy Big-Eared Bat, photographed by Dina, (source)
#Hairy Big-Eared Bat#micronycteris hirsuta#bat#bats#cute bats#daily bats#bats of north america#bats of south america#batposting#chiroptera#leaf-nosed bat#phyllostomidae
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Hairy Big-eared bat (and dragonfly), via
#Hairy big-eared bat#cw bugs#i mean if you're not a bug fan maybe this is a reassuring image idk#bat
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90’s au where Eddie is a porn star who hires Steve to be his child’s nanny to watch them while he works or has to fly away for a few days for work.
Eddie is popular because of his dark aesthetic, people are really into all the black clothes, the rings, crazy long hair, tattoos and piercings. He is also popular because he works with women and men and is know for it.
Steve and Robin had just moved to New York for Robin’s college and because Steve goes wherever she goes. They apply for jobs and are desperate so they even go to the library and reply to ads on Craigs list. That is when Steve sees a posting for someone looking for a nanny for their 2 year old daughter. It was basically a 9-5 almost everyday with extra pay for overnight weekend stays too. It seemed to good to be true but Steve applied anyway, what could the harm be?
That ad is how Steve met Eddie, the sexiest most confident man he’d ever met. He was so smooth and flirty and open about his job away from the small ears of his daughter who just knew daddy was a model. He’d toy with Steve, batting his big brown eyes, biting his lip and smirking at him during the small moments where their schedules would cross over and they’d see each other.
Eddie couldn’t help himself, he got bolder with time moving to leaning into Steve’s space to catch a whiff of his Cologne, fleeting touches just so he could feel the firmness of Steve’s muscles under his fingertips. Steve was exactly Eddie’s type, shorter than him and built with the sass and attitude of someone twice his size. He was a tan hairy Italian dream, and Eddie would do anything to taste that cross Steve wore around his neck. He couldn’t help but imagine the brunette oiled up, laying in the sun in the tinest little speedo, his perfect brown hair glowing.
The tension grows between them with each passing month, not helped by how much Eddie’s daughter loves Steve and how much it melts Eddie’s heart to see how gentle and sweet Steve is with her. It all comes to a head one night 5 months after Steve is hired. Steve does his usual stalling so he can stick around and flirt with Eddie before he leaves, relishing in the touches Eddie will give him. He gives in that night and agrees to stay for a glass of wine. They sit on Eddie’s couch, closer than anything that could pass as casual. Their knees were touching and Steve was leaned right in Eddie’s space, arm resting against the back of the couch as he looked up through his lashes while Eddie spoke. He was so distracted that he didn’t notice his wineglass slowly tipping over in his hand until it spilled all over his and Eddie’s laps.
They cleaned up in the kitchen, Steve blushing as Eddie called him sweetheart and hoisted him up on to the counter like he weighed nothing. Eddie dabbed at Steve’s pants, slowly moving up until he was pressing directly over the growing bulge in Steve’s pants. And then Steve couldn’t take it anymore. He shoved Eddie’s hands away and slid his own into Eddie’s hair, yanking him forward so he could finally know what that tongue piercing felt like. Eddie didn’t let Steve have control for long, and they ended the night with Steve bent over the marble counter tops Eddie’s fingers shoved in his mouth to shut him up.
#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie#stranger things ships#steve x eddie#stranger things#stranger things one shot#robin buckley#famous eddie munson#steddie drabble#steddie prompt
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Hi, hello. Did you say big bat vampire dca au? As in, they’re big bats? 👀
That sounds really cool!
Yeah, although I don't have a clear image of them yet.
I made a doodle of the three half(?) transformed
They are mixed species but each resemble one more than the others. (I messed up eclipses ears, drew the wrong shape)
(whoops little ramble about bats)
Sun is an Indian Flying Fox, a fructivore bat. They are one of the bigguest (1 to 2 ft tall and 4ft wingspan (great for hugs/j)) and helps with the forest pollinization. They can fly 40km in one night. They lack echolocation but has a better eyesight than other bats. It's endangered due to humans haunting them for their meat.
Moon it's a Common Vampire bat (and a bit of White Winged bat for the colors), they eat mammal blood. There are 3 vampire species: the common, White-winged and Hairy-legged, the common can eat blood from any mammal while the other two eat mainly from birds and humans. The common vampire is a good crawler, so they'll prefer to get close to their prey from the ground. The white-winged has these glands in its mouth that uses to spit a really nauseating smell when its being molested (like skunks but these spit on you), there is sulfur in the spit.
Eclipse has the more clear mixes to see and it's the smallest of the three, its a Welwitch bat (it has freckles!!), a big eared and has part of canyon bat (because of the colors too). It's insectivorous, they help with plagues. They pretty much just vibe, just leave them be eating half their weigh in bugs and both of you'll be happy.
Nor the vampire or fruit bat has tails.
And they all can give you
Rabiessssss ✨
I didn't look into every especie there is of bats, first of because there are like 1,000, most of them insetivorous, and second because there is varely any info about any especie that aren't the common ones.
#ask#lyna arts#doodles#long post#Thirsty for Fruit AU#TFF ask#sorry for any typo or grammar mistake#I'm still a little dizzy after spending hours yesterday loking at all the info I could get about bats#and getting the correct images is a hell because you type the correct name and 90% are other random species#fnaf dca#fnaf moon#fnaf sun#fnaf eclipse#dca au#bat vampire au
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I've been roused seeing CatTac stuff. Horangi and König coming home late and hearing you scream. Not realizing you got jump scared from watching something on your phone/TV. What do, gimme the goods!! Respectfully 💖
Okay so this is where things get hairy, no pun intended. I'm telling you now that the guys go haywire. It also nearly blows their cover...
After a long day, you're ready to kick up your feet and relax. Your cats are back in your bedroom, snuggled together and napping on your pillow. You make sure they were all comfy before you walk out to the living room and decide to watch a good horror movie.
When a scream rips through the apartment, König and Horangi are up like a shot. Little do you know, they immediately shift into their human forms. König is about to thunder out into the apartment when Horangi grabs his shoulder. Horangi sniffs the air and tells König to do the same.
"Nobody's here," Horangi whispers to König.
König takes a sniff and nods back, "She might be hurt out there! We need to go!"
"But what about-"
"The more we wait the worse it'll be!" König whispers back harshly and lunges into action.
The two charge into the living room, thunderous footsteps accompanying them as they made their way down the hall. The moment they come into the living room König immediately drops down into cat form. Horangi, tailing behind him, follows suit and hurries over to König's side.
"False alarm," König meows to Horangi as Owner jumps to her feet.
"What the fuck!?" you yell as you scramble to your feet.
Horangi looks up onto the big screen. It's... It's a horror movie. It's just a horror movie. He glares at König.
"König you're fat, but you're not that fat are you?" you mutter as you walk over to the kitties.
König gives out an irritated mew as you scoop him up in your arms with a scowl.
"I... Okay, I thought I heard people running in my apartment," you mutter as you bury your face in his belly, "and now I'm talking to my cats? I think I need to call the doctor tomorrow..."
You turn off the tv and slink back to bed with a grumble, spooking at every tiny noise and flinching at every movement in the corner of your eye. You nearly dropkick Horangi when he tries to bat at you from under your bed. When you finally lie down in bed, you drift off to sleep pretty quickly. The adrenaline of the day finally hit in hard.
When Horangi and König are sure that you're asleep, they curl around opposite sides of your head in their cat forms.
"You stupid idiot," Horangi hisses, "you nearly got us busted!"
"You heard her scream!" König yowls back.
"Yeah, but you ran in there as a human," Horangi growls as he licks your temple, "what were you thinking?"
"Well, if she was getting attacked-"
"Nobody was there!!! We could've gone and checked it out as cats," Horangi huffs before nipping your temple. You swat him in your sleep and he hisses.
König nuzzles into your ear and sighs. He picks his head up to look at his best friend and lover.
"We need to tell her," he says sadly, "it's not fair to her."
Horangi folds his ears back, but he nods solemnly.
"Soon," he promises, "soon. But not tomorrow. She's giving us the fish patties tomorrow."
König swishes his tail irritably but nods in agreement, "Fish patties first, then we tell her."
"Whatever you say big guy," Horangi rolls his eyes and nuzzles back into your side.
They enjoy the silence and peace together, soaking in your warm scent as they slowly give in to sleep.
König raises his head one final time, "Is she even into polyamory? How are we gonna convince her to try a threesome with us?"
"König," Horangi growls, "go the fuck to sleep."
#konig#cod konig#konig cod#konig call of duty#konig mw2#konig x reader#konig x you#konig fluff#konig fanart#fan art#digital art#cod mw2#cod#cod mwii#cod x reader#call of duty#modern warfare#konig fanfiction#konig headcanons#cod headcanons#konig hcs#konig fanfic#konig childhood#konig relationship#konig shenanigans#konig art#konig au#horangi#horangi cod#kim horangi hong jin
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Hairy werewolves are great and awesome I love them NOW consider: hairy butch vampire lady who hates everybody but you and has an attitude problem. Honestly I think vampires as a whole arent utilized to their full potential a lot... where are my MONSTERS. Not just pale dead people who bite but I mean BIG FREAKY BAT-LIKE CREATURES who are also beautifully handsome women. Where.
you had me at hairy butch Vampire lady anon. imagine she has long pointed ears and a squished-in sort of flat bat nose. i need her
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the seven tribes of pyrrhia, as accurate to my rewrite! i hope you guys like these, they took a long time & im quite proud of them :]
more design info under the cut!
icewings- inspo from wolverines, arctic wolves, and reindeer
some of the spikes in their ruff & tail are hollow quills that detach when driven into something (usually skin). they produce a rattling sound when shaken, which is part of the icewing threat display!
horns are sexually dimorphic- tiercels' are more elaborate. tiercels are also slightly smaller than hens.
an ancient animus spell gave icewings their icebreath and cold affinity; their bodies require cold weather to function normally.
sandwings- inspo from sand cats, fennec foxes, and camels
they have several adaptations for surviving in the desert - their big ears, sail, and wing membranes help release excess heat. their hairy ears & long eyelashes keep out sand.
the tail barb has two parts: the sting and the sheath. the sheath pierces in and then the sting emerges to deliver a burst of venom. the sting is usually kept inside the barb, but may flick out if a sandwing is agitated.
tiercels are a bit smaller than hens. they are the least sexually dimorphic tribe.
the second-smallest tribe.
nightwings- inspo from bats
facial whiskers help them navigate dark spaces - they grow from the brows, beak, and chin.
tiercels are notably smaller than hens.
they can echolocate!
skywings- inspo from snow leopards and birds of prey (esp. golden eagles)
their beak is made for severing spinal cords, which is their traditional method of killing prey.
tiercels are notably smaller than hens, and all skywings are relatively small dragons.
they can hover! they use the same mechanism as american kestrels.
mudwings- inspo from river otters, hippos, alligators, and kaprosuchus
all mudwings grow tusks that jut forwards from the face. these continue growing with age, but do have a maximum size.
tiercels and hens are the same size, but tiercels have several dimorphic traits: horns that grow in an arc, larger tusks, and an inflatable vocal sac.
rainwings- inspo from lemurs
the smallest tribe. their talons are uniquely built for climbing around in trees, and they have the most developed hind thumb; they can grip with their hind talons just as well as their front.
they can't hang by their tails, but the tail is utilized as another limb when climbing around.
tiercels and hens are the same size, but tiercels do have larger fins and small spikes under the chin.
seawings- inspo from sea otters and seals
facial barbels function like whiskers and are highly sensitive.
paddle-like tail is used for propulsion while swimming, alongside the wings and talons.
glowscales typically blend in with the body, but seawings may rarely hatch with red glowscales - this is merely a pigment condition and has no other health effects. it hurts one's ability to camouflage, but this isn't a big problem among modern seawings.
tiercels and hens are the same size, but tiercels have an extra barbel coming off the nostril.
you may use these as bases, but they must be credited to me & they cannot be used for nsfw or hateful purposes!
#wings of fire#wof#icewings#sandwings#nightwings#skywings#mudwings#rainwings#seawings#keeb wof#keeb art#woof! i hope you guys like these :]
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Savior
You were happy to hear Eddie’s familiar heavy footfalls and his good mood hum. You heard him hum a lot now that you lived together.
“Eddie?? Honey?” You called him. “Save me??”
Eddie jogged to the living room and then slowed, chuckling, as he saw you in your current predicament-- that wasn’t all that serious.
You had laid down on the floor and your cat had laid down on your stomach with one front paw resting on your chin. Tribble weighed at least 10 pounds, was part Manx (‘longy’), had been in a fight that lost him half his right ear, and was a rescue.
Rescued by Eddie just like you.
Tribble was purring loudly and was so happy to have a warm place to sleep that you hadn’t had the heart to move. And you needed a nap anyway. But now Eddie was home and you wanted to be free.
“Oh no, ‘Tribulations’ whaddaru doin? As if I didn’t know.” Eddie laid down on his stomach beside you and tapped his fingers on the floor. “C’mon big guy, you have to let her up - I know she’s so warm but I need her too.” Tribble shifted his considerable cat-bulk off your chest - more than happy to get Eddie to pet him. Bunting up against Eddie’s hands and face.
“You need me?” You asked wistfully - rolling over on your side and propping your head on one arm. You smiled at him and the Metalhead kicked his eyebrows up.
“That's right.” His voice was low, a purr, sometimes you thought Eddie was also part Manx. or Puma. “I. Need. You.” He punctuated each word with a pat on your hip. “Get your fine ass up.”
Did he know that you’d do anything for him if he talked that way? He had not used his power for evil yet, mostly. He took your hand and helped you to stand. You leaned in, tried to go for a hug, but he held you out to look you over. He looked pleased with what he saw.
“What’s my quest, Dungeon Master?”
“Well... I want to go to the animal shelter... they got a bunch of kittens dumped on them from after the storms.”
“Eddie - the landlord said one cat only!”
“Well that’s why we need to move... Tribble is lonely!”
“Is he? Or do you need more hairy hot water bottles on you at night?”
“Baby.... please?” Eddie batted his lush upper lashes at you. A finishing move.
“We’ll just go to look.”
“And play with the kittens?”
“And play with the kittens.”
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You came back with two orange tabbies named Tang and Fanta.
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Rise
A Frankie “Catfish” Morales Fan Fiction
Well Frankie… sometimes a need just needs a scratch & you were it… so happy Frankie Friday everyone. This is just me getting something out of my system.
Synopsis:- You wake up early & hear a noise… he couldn’t be home could he?
Word count: 2500
Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Pure smut hardly any plot. PIV sex, oral, swearing, cream pie, spitting, chocking, talk of masturbation, rough passionate longing sex, home intruder theme to start, description that might go too far. Yes I was feral I needed an outlet okay?!
Thank as always for the read peoples. All feedback is welcome. I hope you enjoy.
As your 6am alarm goes off you whine, your phone buzzing away & you turn over & try & hit the snooze button.
“10 more minutes” you mumble before burying your head back into your pillow. So soft & warm. You pull the bed sheet up a little because it had slipped while you had slept. Your bare back feeling a little chilled as you’d obviously turned in the night. The temptation in your half sleep to slip your hands between your thighs & have a touch. Usually your morning shower gives you the time you need to self pleasure but every now & then an early wake up might require even more moments.
But then your ears prick up. There’s a buzzing coming from the bathroom. Did you leave the extractor fan on over night? That’s what the noise is. You must have done so you burry your head back into the pillow to get a few more minutes sleep. As your legs stretch you do realise the air is slightly damn. No way you think. You didn’t leave a tap on over night. You’re now concerned & you pay a little more attention to the room in a half haze. Eyes adjusting, not wanting to put a light in incase it’s a burglar or something even worse. There’s always a small baseball bat under your side of your bed, for protection. You slowly lean down & grab the handle, as you glimpse at the door. there is a light on & a small moving shadow. Someone or something is in your bathroom. You make sure your breasts are covered & you bring the baseball bat up to the side of the bed, ready to confront who has broken into your apartment & is in the bathroom.
The door flys open & the room bursts into the bright light of the bathroom & fills with the steam from the room flooding your senses. You squint & make sure a hand is on the bat. But then your hand lowers the bat & you sit there open mouthed, eyes popping out of your skull at the sight in front of you.
Today was the 8th.
You’d completely forgotten, it had been so long.
He’d obviously came home from his mission extremely late & had leapt in the shower so not to wake you in bed at 5am. All the sweat & muck from travelling back washed away & gone. He’s not even wearing his hat. That luscious thick mop of hair has been rubbed maybe twice by a towel which is probably more than his body. Yes he has come out of a steam filled hot small bathroom, but there is a lot of hot water on him. His hairy chest glistening. Those broad shoulders calling out for you. Lips that need a kiss. A beard that needs to graze your skin. Powerful thighs ready to keep you in place. The only issue is how he is holding his towel. He’s not wrapped it around him. He is litrally holding it in place to cover his penis. It’s white & crisp the towel. You can see in the reflection of the mirror his Glorious arse & you can see his tip too as he standing legs slightly apart. Yea your man is that big.
“Frankie!?”
“Morning beautiful” he says. A grin on his face, as he sees you look him up & down, knowing you’re admiring everything. He knows he looks good.
“You… you…you’re back!” You stumble through your words, trying to hold back at the fact that you want him to rail you right now.
“Yep, didn’t get back to base til 3am, sorry if I woke you baby, but I needed to see your face before you leave for work, 42 days has seemed like a life time”
“I’d do the hours minutes & seconds but my brain isn’t computing as I’m still half asleep”you giggle & stretch. The baseball bat is in your hands as you do this, so you can show frankie how prepared you were to take someone on, but he’s not paying attention to that. The bed sheet has just dropped down your body. Your erect nipples are on show & he licks his lips expectantly. His own hand loses grip on his towel & it falls to the floor. You eyes now widen at his penis. Long, meaty, veiny, starting to get excited. A small amount of saliver drips down your chin. You grip the bat as if it was his shaft. “I’m awake now”
“Fuck yeah baby” his hand ruffles through his hair, water still falling from it. He takes a few steps & drags the bed sheet off. His eyes dark at the sight that lays before him. “Rise & shine sexy, time for a morning wake up”
He is big & powerful. He has to be for work but he has you quivering beneath him in seconds. Those tree trunk thigh, still damp from the shower touch your own. You toss the baseball bat on the floor as you pull him down on top of you, hands straight into that thick hair, which he tussels abit again. The water dripping onto your hot body, almost sizzling as it lands.
“I missed you frankie”
“Not as much as I missed you” he licks his big flat thumb, a long slow lick. He smirks as he then takes it, trails it down his body inbetween you both, over your tummy & pelvis. It makes contact with your clit at the exact same second his lips find yours.
You don’t know what it would feel like to kiss a rose, but his lips feel soft & look redder than usual, he’s nipping around the edge of your mouth too. It’s more lots of little kisses, which are the same amount of movements as his thumb pleasuring you. He’s addicted to your moans. He asked you before this mission to leave him some voice notes. He’s got off you to going oooh baby every night for the last 42 days. Now he gets to hear it in person. You missed his touch, his skin, his kisses, his teasing & now you’re about to get all of him.
“Oooh baby”his eyes light up as you say that your hand gripping the bedding already.
“So pent up” he says as he slowly parts your legs. “Did you touch yourslef baby? While I was away?” You nod & go hmm & the gasp as his erect penis slides across your clit. Your hand thats not holding onto the bed squeezes his arse & he moans. “My little Princess couldn’t help herself, but it wasn’t me was it”
“No…”
“No what” he says as he withdraws the feeling of his penis on your clit.
“No my sexy catfish”
“Oooh baby, this will make up for those pathetic…. Oooooh nights”
“Jesus ooooh fuck”
“Oooh god”
You’re talking over each other. Frankies been away longer before, but this morning at 6:15am the stretch of him filling your cunt up has you both concerned your gonna cum instantly. He stalls on his second thrust as you both talk & moan over each other. When it’s one of you this feral it’s easy to control but when it’s both of you there’s not much hope.
“Frankie oooh Frankie” he then kisses you & pushes all the way in. Loud moans come from the kiss from you both, even though your mouths are tied together. Oooh that talented tongue, you know that will make you scream in another way later. His eyes flicker open & make eye contact & he slowly pulls back from the kiss but leaves his penis buried inside you, & by inside he’s balls deep, any further & he’d be in your ribs. Youre filled.
“Sorry baby, I don’t want to cum in 11 seconds” he says & slowly starts to rock in & out taking his time.Hes got an arm wrapped underneath you while the others hand is stroking your body, which is very damp from his residue of shower water.
“Make it last Frankie” he stretches & he somehow goes even deeper. You grab fist fulls of his hair & he starts to move more. A slow pace soon becomes delicious.
“Oooh baby girl, you know I will” he’s got the devil in his eyes, a naughty glint as he finds his rhythm knowing he’s not going to coat your walls straight away. “Fuck… missed you, missed this cunt” your head is rolling back. “Come let your hand join in the fun baby.” You don’t need to be asked twice. But as your hand goes to start it’s stroking, he snatches & grabs your hand & sucks all of your dainty fingers. You moan at the sensation of that & the way you’re being satisfied as he fucks into you.
“Frankie”
“Gonna taste all of you sexy” & he then lets some saliva drip onto your fingers before letting your hand go. You are glad it’s your hand now, it’s sopping from Frankies exploits but you know just how to rub your nub to make sure you keep going. Frankies own large hands grip into your hip. His face is already straining.
“Fuck oh god”
“You like that sexy”
“Yes Frankie”
“Gonna cum? Gonna be a little slut & show me how much you missed me?” He’s brought up the word slut. The way he always says that word is so deep & always arouses you. Your friction increases your legs opening more. Moans escape you both.
“Oooh I missed the moans”
“Frankie oooh fuck yes yes yesssss” your first orgasm hits. Your body trembling. Your soul feels like it’s left your body. As your mind explodes frankie quickly withdraws & spins you so your on your front, lying flat on the bed, your own cum dripping onto the sheets.He holds your head in place as he lies almost flat on top of you. You didn’t have time to register that he’d withdrawn or complain. He’s back inside your core, his favourite warm soft spot, furvently thrusting again. Your arms stretch out ahead of you onto the pillow. One of his handslock with yours. Your two & his one gripping onto each other & the bed. You whine & moan into the pillow. You then screech as your arse is slapped.
“Frankie fuck Frankie” you can imagine the site of your pussy so sensitive being almost split open each time with his girth length. He’s so large & his pace is blistering. His weight on top of you as you lay face down makes the experience even more pleasurable but your just happy frankie is not only live, but home. Morning sex is a bonus.
“Oooooh yessss fuck” he cries. It almost feels like he’s in your stomach. He’s so deep & he is wrecking your core. Even for Frankies usual lustful approach to sex, this is more than he has done in a long time.
“Oooooh yes yes yes yes ooooh yes oooooohhhhh” you mumble into the pillow. But your not face down for long. A large hand take you by the neck to lift your head up & you grip the bed even more.
“Didnt hear you sexy” Frankie whines. “Be more vocal wake the town up”
“Frankie” the grip tightens.
“More”
“I want more Frankie” slap against your arse
“Slut”
“Fucker”
“Oooh fuck” he grips your neck even more. Your body is still flat beneath him but if he keeps pushing at this rate you’ll be a pretzel against the headboard. Your body jolts with each thrust. You know the face he’s pulling. Because you know how much your face is probably contorting. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he pounds at your body.
“More Frankie fuck ooooh yes”
“God you’re so tight today” another smack. “Missed you & ooooh fuck fuck yea missed this cunt, missed you moan” he grips tighter & uses his fingers to twist your head by then chin so you can see his own face. There’s is his red sweaty exasperated face, teeth grinding just centemiters away. You pant & look up at him your mouth opening, gasping for any air at all.
“You want some?” Its strained his voice & you nod & Frankie spits in your mouth. The sweet taste of his saliva on your lips. You know he does this if he wants you for more than just what he’s getting. You both have needs but sometimes Frankie’s are heightened. “Good girl” his eyes light up. A frenzied kiss is sealed on your lips before he lets go of your neck & pushes your head into the pillow.
Frankie was already going at a pace but this was having you quiver beyond belief. Screaming his name into the pillow. Your orgasm makes your whole body shake as you lie exhausted into the matress. He’s still pulsing away.
“God oh fuck fuck oooooohhh yessssss baby” he screeches, cumming hard, spraying his seed inside you. Your already drenched core filled to the brim, you know there’s gonna be a little bit of a mess when he withdraws. Your head is free from his hand & you raise it from the pillow, both your body’s shuddering as you get the air back into your lungs. You moan as he removes his penis, but then you quiver. Feeling his nose just below your arse as he licks up the essence dripping from your early morning pleasure. Frankie the king of oral. Oooooos escape your mouth but then stop as he rolls to the left of you.
“Fuck baby” he says looking up at the ceiling, his erection still firm. He takes his hand & starts to stroke. It makes his large hands look small. You slowly roll over & start to cress & kiss his chest before resting your head on it.
“Call in sick?” He does his big brown puppy dog eyes at you. It’s not an ask it’s a request.
“I have a presentation today Frankie I can’t just…” his lips find yours.
“Keep work words out of your mouth baby.” He says once you break”I’m home & I want to make up for lost time”
“My presentation isn’t until 2pm, I can work from home” your use air quotes & smirk at him.
“That’s my girl.” He says kissing your forehead. “Save your voice”
“& you think me being with you will save my voice” you roll your eyes. Knowing how vocal you’ve both just been.
“Good point” he laughs.
“I can keep my mouth occupied” you start kissing his chest more.
“Oooh kisses, I have missed them”
“Oooh I was thinking more than kisses Frankie” you’ve reached his happy trail. Your own much smaller hand joining his to encourage his erection.
“Oooh baby”
“Oooh Frankie” it’s not long before your hands are replace by your mouth to make sure you have a taste of this beautiful morning.
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either eddie x reader or eddie x steve for #10?
Person A helping person B patch up their favorite shirt/sweater/jacket.
a/n: i chose to write about Steddie! and ughh okay i'm lowkey proud of this one, it turned out so cute 😭 thank you for requesting, babe! no warnings, all fluff ♡
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patchin' up
“No, no, no no…” Eddie heard Steve’s muffled whines as he entered the trailer.
After leaving his keys on the kitchen counter, Eddie followed the sound and found Steve kneeling on the floor in front of the drying machine, cradling a piece of jeans cloth in his hands.
“What’s going on, Stevie?” he asked, and his boyfriend turned his attention to him instantly, his face contorted in a sad grimace that made Eddie’s heart tighten up.
“My jacket got caught up on a button or a zipper or something, and now there’s a tear.” His voice was trembling, and he fumbled with the jacket to show Eddie the tear near the front left pocket.
“You’re really upset, huh baby?” Eddie was careful to not sound like he was teasing, he actually found it adorable how much Steve cared about every little thing.
“It’s my favorite one Eds,” he answered, and Eddie walked up to him and kneeled by his side, taking his time to better assess the tear.
He knew what jacket it was, the one he gave Steve the morning after their first night together at Eddie’s trailer, months ago. It was a windy October day, and Eddie didn’t want Steve to leave and get cold - didn’t matter if the Bimmer had heating, and Steve’s house had it too. He was actually just trying to find excuses to see Steve in his clothes again, the memory of him, hairy torso bare if not for Eddie’s jeans battle vest in the Upside Down still got him blushing and feeling hot all over, even almost a full year later. The vest got lost somewhere at some point in their Saving The World Adventure, unfortunately. When Steve tried to give the jacket back a few days later, Eddie refused to take it and just let Steve have it.
“Didn’t know it was your favorite,” Eddie said, looking up to find Steve’s eyes on him.
“Of course it is, you gifted it to me,” Steve explained, and Eddie couldn’t help the smile spreading on his lips. “But now it’s ruined,” Steve murmured again, that sad little quiver in his voice breaking Eddie’s heart.
“Oh no, baby, no! Don’t worry, we can fix it,” he hugged Steve’s shoulders, and the hopeful gaze he got in response would be enough to send him soaring if that was physically possible. “Remember the patches on the vest? I still have some here, you can choose and we’ll sew it on the jacket,” he explained and Steve beamed.
“Really?” Eddie just nodded in response. “Hell yeah, let’s do it!”
Steve got up excitedly and pulled Eddie with him. They both stumbled and laughed, heading to Eddie’s room. Steve’s clothes on the bed, Steve’s shoes by the door, Steve’s smell in the air. Steve started spending more and more time at the trailer ever since that first night, his own house too big and quiet and empty and cold, but Eddie was warm, and Wayne was welcoming, and the trailer was much more of a home than the Harrington’s mansion ever was.
Eddie shuffled around the mess of his bedroom until he found the little plastic bag that had all his patches. He scattered them on the bed for him and Steve to look through. Most of them were of metal bands Eddie liked, but there were a few others as well, some funny ones, some weird ones. But Steve was Steve, a fucking ray of sunshine hidden under all the bitchiness, so he chose a cute one.
Well, as cute as something in Eddie Munson’s possession could be.
It was a bat, just the two big yellow eyes on his face, all ears and wings spread open.
Eddie wasn’t as fond of bats as he used to be before the Events Of March, but even he couldn’t deny that this one wasn’t as bad. And Steve was really excited about it, for some reason.
So Eddie picked the jacket, the chosen patch, and his sewing equipment and sat on the floor, Steve beside him and paying full attention as Eddie explained how to do it, the best sewing techniques and tricks. Eddie didn’t see it, but Steve’s eyes gleamed as he watched the man he was in love with explaining something with so much passion and patience, as Eddie’s calloused fingers worked on something so small with so much delicacy.
“There he is! All set, baby,” Eddie exclaimed as he raised his hands and showed off the jacket, tear successfully hidden behind the little bat patch. He had also sewed the tear from the inside and placed a plain piece of cloth to prevent it from stretching wider.
Steve caught the jacket and got up from the floor, fitting his arms through the sleeves and, once wearing it, assessing Eddie’s work in the mirror, a sweet smile on his lips that never ceased to make Eddie’s heart beat faster.
“It’s perfect, Eds. Thank you so much.” Steve went back to where Eddie was still on the floor, offered his hand and Eddie didn’t hesitate to grasp it.
“It was nothing, baby. We could find other patches you like and customize it more, if you want to? Or we could thrift a different jacket just so you can go nuts,” he offered, and Steve nodded.
“I’d love that! Maybe I’ll sew a Make It Big picture on the back as you did with that Dio album on your vest,” his smirk made it clear that he was teasing, but Eddie gasped loudly in offense anyway.
“I refuse to help you sew Wham’s faces onto a piece of cloth, my liege, you’ll have to do that by yourself. It would just be sacrilegious to the jacket, to the art of sewing and patching, and to music as a whole,” he protested and Steve laughed loudly at his antics. Eddie got up from the floor, finally, Steve’s hand still on his helping him. “Why’d you choose this one, though?” He poked at the bat.
“It reminded me of what we both survived, of the scars we share. Reminds me of us,” he answered, voice low, hazel eyes staring deep into Eddie’s, and he swooned.
“Jesus, Stevie, I love the fact that this is your favorite because I gave it to you, and I love the fact that you patched something that reminds you of us onto it, and you look very fucking hot in it,” he started rambling, Steve’s lips quirking up at Eddie’s words. “But imma need you to take it off now after that,” he finished, already pulling at the jacket’s sleeves, and Steve laughed once again.
“Gonna carry you over my pocket all the time now,” he whispered against Eddie’s lips, his hands already fumbling with Eddie’s pants.
“Right over your heart, baby?” Eddie’s words were automatic out of his mouth, his brain already fuzzing and he hoped, prayed, his reactions to Steve would never change.
He wanted to feel like this - hook, line and sinker in love with his Sunshine boy for as long as the Universe would let him, for as long as Steve would have him, for as long as the Sun itself would shine.
“Right inside it, too,” Steve answered, jacket already on the floor and Eddie’s hands already wandering through the warm skin of his torso, up, up, up. “Love you, love you, love you Eds.”
“Love you so much, Stevie,” he replied, falling over Steve on the mattress, the rest of his patches tumbling to the floor.
But the mess they were making didn’t matter now because Steve’s lips were all over his neck, Steve’s nails were scratching his back, Steve’s heart was in his hands, and Eddie’s heart was all Steve’s.
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the patch was inspired by this one (only bigger) and you can buy it here 🥰
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SSHIP HEADCANONS + VERY BRIEF laszlo hc background
SORRY I FELT TOO CRINGE TO REBLOG, I HATE BEING SEEN BY ANYONE AAAUUUUGH
ANYWAYS. in regards to the whole thing with laszlo and nadja being disapproved off by the aristocrat society..club? committee? i thought about this a LOT with wulfric too.
SO i know back in july i shared wulfric's background but i think i have a better idea for it now.
the committee/society (i'll just call them arisocrats) was involved of wealthy old men, men of high academic scholarships. the way to get in to this crew was through nepotism honestly. this committee was not just seen in london but all across each capital city in every country. this crew was the only connection laszlo had to his father, he HATED his father, yet he stuck with the aristocrats because he had..SOME hope of earning love and recognition from his father. he studied various fields of arts, sciences, the whole shi-bang in hopes to make his father proud. he was close to his mother and nanny, but not in the parental way with his mother. ultimately this guy had 0 PROPER love and affection from his parents. (OKAY THAT'S IT ON LASZLO NOW IT'S JUST FULL SSHIP)
wulfric's father was also top of ze range in HIS capital's committee (still uncertain if it should be germany or what would NOW be austria - i'm not too keen on history learning for this shit)
idk if i've states this but wulfric has t boy swag, so he immediately had no chance at becoming part of the aristocrat community. however he was a great scholar (i might just FULLY self insert and say yea. classics. he knows classics. BUT he's a silly vampire bimbo now so it wouldn't even matter to him anymore) and kiiiinda used this to his advantage. he forged a letter pretending to be his father and sent it over to london to accept wee wulfric into this committee, THEY had no idea he was a little t boy swagger.
of course he got accepted and he left his home, sailing to england to be part of said community there and further his studies. he met mr golden boy leslie cravensworth and because they were a similar young age they bonded very quickly.
a little too much bonding bc they got really intimate and spoke a little bit too much about themselves to one another. they never made anything official..but they did have a few kissie koos. they wanted to remain a secret..thing. in their heads their mentality was like "yea. look at these (aristocrats) bozos; we are doing this and thinking differently from these guys and they all have no idea" kinda like a teenage adrenaline rush of doing something you know is wrong.
this whole situationship would go on for AGES, probably until laszlo was turned by nadja. wulfric was never told personally by laz that he was a vampire, he found out with the rest of the aristocrats - big YEOWCH on terms of their situationship. laszlo marrying nadja meant that he was forbidden from being part of the aristocrats with the position he had, he had to be degraded immensely to a title that was so revolting yadda yadda yadda. before laszlo left however (literally like a month or something after he became a vampire) wulfric BEGGED to come with laz, like proper random DESPERATION. then yaaaay yippee wulfric became his first familiar WOOHOO!
they got intimate again. but it was difficult to adjust to because new baby vampire/mortal human..and also his hot sassy VAMPIRE WIFE. (there is no beef between wulfric and nadja they are so totes besties post-turning)
about a month again, or some period of time SUPER close to when wulfric had first became a familiar, laszlo turned him. he didn't realise familiars kinda..NEVER get turned by their masters..but it's ok he just became a vampire guys it's cool.
wulfric got his huge bat ears bc the first blood he drank after his turning WAS a bats - like with s5 and guillermo laszlo had no consideration whatsoever to the thought of wulfric having human blood. so wulfric got his hairy big bat ears and ridiculous silly appearance :3 then he had human blood so it's all so okay now.
i think ultimately wulfric just ended up leaving nadja and laszlo because of boredom or wanting to travel again. but also the funny imagery of laszlo shipping wulfric to who knows where is also funny. idk i shouldn't be so serious about this; it's a funny vampire show
#self shipping#self ship#laszlo cravensworth#wwdits#wwdits oc#what we do in the shadows ocs#i should come up with a ship name#or a tag so people can find wulfric#oh well
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Synopsis: Chrissy gets a tattoo. Set in the summer of '86, before Chrissy goes off to college and before she and Eddie have figured out what they are to each other.
Warnings: implied abuse (may be triggering for some!!!!!), sexual references
Author's Note: Something for my heatwave girlies!!!!!! Hope everyone's been staying nice and cool! This is the last pre-college blurb I'll be doing for a while! After this I wanna write a lot of established relationship!eddissy, so look out for that! I also wanna give any smut I write for them the time and attention it needs, so apologies for being a c*ck tease in this but don't worry... it's coming later!!!
You can read the rest of the stuff I've written for this universe here.
“Did they hurt?” Chrissy wonders, tracing the outlines of the tattoos on his bare arms.
It’s the middle of summer. They're laying on a stained old mattress on the grass outside of his trailer, Eddie shirtless and smoking, Chrissy sucking on an ice pole. Eddie’s dog-eared copy of The Silmarillion lays abandoned on the ground beside them. It’s too hot for him to concentrate on anything but the steady drip drip drip of blue raspberry syrup, melting off of the ice pop to form a rivulet down the middle of Chrissy’s golden chest. She’s wearing a halter top.
Eddie shivers beneath her touch. Her fingers are icy cold.
“Not really,” he contemplates, twisting his arms around to get a look at each tattoo. “The ones on my chest hurt a little, but the arms were no big deal.”
“What do they all mean?” She asks, eyes glazed over and a little dreamy, preoccupied with freckles and hairs and muscles and sinew, and the tan line on his wrist where his watch would usually sit.
This is only the second or third time she’s seen him shirtless. She’s still getting used to how he looks - arms surprisingly toned once the baggy band t-shirts come off. He doesn’t have a six pack or anything, but his chest and stomach are a pleasant amount of hairy.
Eddie shrugs.
“They don't mean anything.”
“Come on.” Chrissy prompts him, eager for something - anything - to give her a glimpse inside Eddie’s mind.
“They don't.” He insists.
“I like bats. I like spiders and barbed wire.” He gestures to the black widow on his chest, the barbed wire bracelet inked around the top of his bicep.
“This one's a Metallica reference,” he concedes, pointing at the one on his forearm.
"Master of puppets," Chrissy recalls, remembering him playing it to her once, forever ago.
Eddie grins, pleased she remembers the name of his favourite song.
"Yeah."
She notices two little scars on his right arm, each one faintly visible beneath a black bat. They're circular and textured, almost like chickenpox marks. She’s never noticed them before.
"What's that from?" Chrissy wonders, running her finger over the dents.
He looks down at his arm for a second.
"Um, those are cigarette burns.”
He says it very matter-of-factly, and she’s confused.
"Did you drop one on yourself?"
It takes Eddie a little while to answer.
"Uh, no.” He says, finally. “Not me."
His dad.
He doesn’t have to say it for Chrissy to know that’s what he means.
She knows Eddie didn't see his parents anymore, and she’s noticed that Wayne refuses to speak about Eddie’s dad. She knows there’s bad blood there, though Eddie has never really talked about the extent of it. He's said a few things about the guy in passing, though, that have allowed her to form a mental picture.
"I'm sorry." She offers, placing two cold, sticky kisses on his freckled arm. One for each scar.
She knows there’s nothing more to say. If Eddie wants to open up about this stuff, he will. Otherwise, she doesn’t push her luck. You have to let him come to you.
"S'okay." Eddie murmurs, proving her point as he wraps an arm round her, pulling her into his side. He taps her on the shoulder a couple times in reassurance. "Happened a long time ago."
He licks the ice pop residue off his arm and hums appreciatively, and she shoots him a small smile.
"Why do they need to have a meaning, anyway?" Eddie says suddenly, quick to change the subject. “Fuck that.”
“‘Cause they're on your body forever?”
“So?” He challenges.
She makes a face at him, but lets it drop.
“Where'd ya get 'em?” She pipes up again a few minutes later.
“There's a girl here at the trailer park who does it for me.” Eddie explains.
“A girl?!”
“Yeah, a girl.” He laughs.
Every now and again, Eddie’s noticed, cheerleader Chrissy slips out. She’s much more tolerant now, more open minded, but her mom's and Jason’s views are still in there somewhere, in the back of her mind. Like a D&D monster Eddie needs to defeat.
“Can I meet her?”
Eddie raises an eyebrow. He’s not entirely sure what’s gotten Chrissy so fixated on this all of a sudden, but curiosity gets the better of him, so he agrees.
“Sure.”
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“Amy, this is Chrissy,” he says as he steps over the threshold, propelling Chrissy along with him with the hand that’s on her back.
"She's my…" he trails off, and it’s awkward for a second. He blinks at Chrissy, who just stares back, unsure.
"She's a friend." Eddie says finally, quickly switching his expression out for a kind smile. He pats her on the shoulder as he gently pushes her inside.
"Hey," Chrissy says weakly, shooting a smile at the taller girl, who’s standing behind the door.
She looks very different to any of Chrissy's friends.
Her hair is dyed a deep red and teased out at all sides. Her thin eyebrows are drawn on to match, and her eyeliner is heavy and black. Studded bracelets and chains are stacked all the way up to her elbows. Her shirt is ripped, her skirt short, and on her long legs are fishnet stockings. Chrissy swallows.
"Hey." Amy says, eyeing Chrissy up and down with the ghost of a smirk.
"Didn't think you were into the cheerleader types, Munson." She quips, a grin curling its way across her painted lips.
“Hey watch it, Amy,” Eddie warns. “Chrissy's cool."
Eddie’s tone isn’t mean. The cheerleader comment stings, but as Chrissy observes the two of them interacting, she realises that Amy’s wasn’t, either. She’s surprised at the sight of Chrissy, maybe, and yeah she’s a little blunt, but there isn’t any malice there. It stings all the same. Chrissy is a cheerleader type, but she doesn't like it when people point out how different her and Eddie are from each other.
“So, what brings you two by?” Amy inquires.
"Eddie told me you do tattoos."
Chrissy squeaks it more than says it, and Amy laughs, loud and bright.
"Why, you want one?"
"Oh, no," she says quickly, shaking her head. "I don't want one or anything. But can I see your drawings?"
Amy smiles at her, and she has to admit it feels kind.
“Sure.”
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"Let's see," Amy clicks her tongue, flipping through her big, leather-bound book until she lands on the page she's looking for. "I got roses... hearts... dolphins?"
She slides the book across the table.
Chrissy’s bare thighs are sticking to the chair beneath her. Eddie’s disappeared somewhere through the back, taking a look at the busted AC unit per Amy’s request. If it’s hot outside, it’s sweltering in Amy’s trailer.
“Probably just needs a new filter…” he’d been muttering to himself as he wandered off, messing around with a screwdriver. Leaving the two of them alone.
Chrissy isn't dumb. She knows Amy’s showing her the "girly" designs, probably because she's made an assumption that that's what Chrissy would like. And it’s true, for the most part. She does like flowers and hearts and dolphins. But she wants to know what else is out there, too. She finds herself wanting to know what a girl like Amy would get.
“Which ones do you have?” She asks shyly.
Amy bends over on her chair, pulling down her tight, black denim skirt to reveal her lower back. Chrissy’s eyes widen. There's a scorpion drawn there, poised to strike, sitting on one side of her tail bone. She also shows Chrissy a butterfly on the back of her neck, an anchor on her upper arm and a skull on the inside of her ankle.
“Wow,” Chrissy whispers.
They’re definitely not her style, but she doesn’t hate how they look on Amy.
"So," Amy starts as she rearranges her skirt, tucking her tattoos away again. “What’s the deal with you and Eddie?”
She’s trying to sound casual, but Chrissy can tell there's something else there, underneath.
"Have you and him ever... Y’know?"
Chrissy's cheeks burn.
"No." She answers honestly.
Chrissy doesn’t even know whether they’re officially dating.
It feels like more than just hanging out. Friends don’t make out with each other or sleep in each other’s beds, after all, and they probably don’t stay up on the phone for hours every night, either. And friends definitely don’t switch to walkie-talkies stolen from Henderson after Wayne or Laura kick them off the phone at midnight, and fall asleep to the sounds of each others’ voices.
But of course, Chrissy and Eddie have never had that conversation. The thought of them actually having sex is enough to send Chrissy into a tailspin.
A look comes over Amy’s face then - and Chrissy knows in that moment that Amy and Eddie, on the other hand, have slept together. She’s overcome with a hot pang of jealousy and it's like nothing she's ever felt before, or thought she could feel - not with Eddie. It's new. It's bad.
Chrissy knows she shouldn’t hate that Eddie has a world that she isn’t part of. That he has things in his life besides school. She knows she shouldn’t hate that for all these months, his head hasn’t been solely occupied with basketball and cheer, with homecoming and prom and spirit week and her.
Sometimes, though, she kind of does. Even though school is over, and Chrissy’s long since lost her grip on the top rung of the Hawkins High social ladder, she can’t say it doesn’t bother her to realise that there was a time when she wasn’t the only girl on Eddie’s mind.
Amy’s a lot more like Eddie than she is. She's got dyed hair and eyeliner and tattoos. She's tall and she wears clothes that show off her chest and stomach. She's metal.
Most of all, Chrissy thinks, they've known each other for a long time. Amy’s an old friend, Eddie had said earlier, when he’d been leading her down the road to Amy’s trailer. They’ve got a past together. One that Chrissy wasn’t there for. She finds herself wondering whether Amy knows about the scars.
Amy must notice Chrissy's face falling, because she reaches out across the table and touches her hand. She clears her throat.
"I was sixteen when I got my first tattoo," she begins, putting her big combat boots up on the kitchen table. There’s a wistful look in her eye as she strokes at the skin on her ankle, fingers ghosting over the small black skull.
"I remember how good it felt. After." She adds. "Hurt like a bitch while I was getting it done."
Chrissy laughs politely.
"I just remember having this feeling of like... Shit. This is MY body. Y'know? Like. I'm the one in control. I decide what I do with my body. Not mom. Not dad. Not school."
She waves her hands around half heartedly, eyes rolling toward the nicotine stained ceiling.
"Me." She says finally, looking up at Chrissy, who’s leaning forward intently.
"Feels pretty good."
Chrissy’s a little stunned. She’s never thought about tattoos - or any act of so-called ‘rebellion’, really - in that way before. As a way to take back autonomy. A way to take control. It’s a pretty compelling thought.
"You should think about it." Amy says, a tiny smile creeping its way across her face as she realises she’s planted a seed.
And Chrissy does.
She goes home that night and she thinks over and over about what Amy said. About it being her body. Not Laura’s. Not Phillip’s. Not… Jason’s, she thinks with a shudder. She’d never been his, she reminds herself. Not even when they were together.
Chrissy thinks Eddie might be the first person who’s ever treated her like her own body belongs to her. And it’s not just because he hasn’t been pestering her to take things further than just touching over the clothes - it’s everything. Eddie’s never once told her what she should and shouldn’t eat. Never tried to tell her what she can’t wear. Can’t drink. Can’t smoke. Never told her who she can and can’t be friends with. And she knows he never would.
A few weeks later she makes an appointment with the parlor in town. Rather ridiculously, she calls from a payphone a few blocks from her house, terrified that Laura could somehow be tracing her calls.
She does think about going back to Amy, but in the end, she decides that it’s better if she doesn’t tell anyone what she’s doing. Chrissy wants this to be something that’s all her own.
She's shaking when she goes inside. The waiting room is mostly filled with older biker guys, and their jaws drop when she walks in dressed in pink shorts and clean white sneakers.
"You got ID?" The guy behind the counter grunts.
She pulls out her learner's permit for him to inspect. He whistles through his teeth.
"Eighteen."
She chooses a little star design from the wall full of drawings. Nothing big or flashy, but she thinks it’s beautiful. It'll go on her hip, small enough for it to always be covered up, even if she’s wearing a swimsuit. Chrissy might be independent, but she’s not quite in college yet. If her mom sees it this summer she’s dead.
"You getting this for your boyfriend or something?" The tattoo artist’s asking twenty minutes later, loud over the buzz of the machine. She’s laying on the plastic-covered couch, hands balled into fists and her eyes squeezed tight shut. Amy hadn’t been wrong. Hurts like hell.
"No." She manages through gritted teeth. "I'm getting it for me."
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She doesn’t tell Eddie anything about the tattoo. Not outright, anyway. He finds it himself a week or so later when they're kissing on his bed, his hands sliding up her back and her t-shirt bunching up to reveal a sliver of skin. It’s peeking out from the waistband of her jeans.
He feels a little like he’s discovered the Holy Grail.
"Is that-" he starts, a flush creeping up the back of his neck as he tugs at her jeans slightly, rubbing at the design on her hip. "Chris, is that real?"
"Yeah," she whispers, lips grazing his shoulder.
It’s felt like a game, waiting for Eddie to find it. She’s been a little nervous to see how he’ll react, but it’s not long before she realises that there was no need to be.
"Fuuuck.." Eddie breathes, big hands rubbing up and down her exposed sides as he gazes at the tattoo in what she thinks is awe.
"When did you get that?!"
She shrugs, acting nonchalant, but there’s a smile growing at the corner of her mouth. She stays hidden in his shoulder, body buzzing underneath him.
"About a week ago."
"What?!"
Chrissy just nods, a smug grin now easing its way onto her face.
“That’s so fucking hot, Chris.”
She feels hot. Physically.
She knows how Eddie looks at her, how he’s been looking at her for a long time, but he’s never been this frank about his desire before. She doesn’t mind it. It heats her up inside and thrums through her like an electric current.
“What made you wanna do that?”
Eddie’s thinking back to their conversation the other week. Wondering if maybe he was the one who lit the match.
As if reading his mind, Chrissy smiles and says, “actually, it was Amy.”
Eddie can’t stop looking at it, touching it, grinning to himself as he props himself up over her, a curtain of long hair tickling her face. He’s hard, too, she realises, pressing against her stomach through his sweatpants.
“You can’t tell anyone, by the way,” Chrissy murmurs, and he gives an exasperated laugh. She feels it across her face, warm and breathy.
As if they weren’t way past that now, Eddie thinks. He’s kept every secret she’s ever told him, but she still feels the need to stipulate it every damn time.
“I dunno Chris,” he starts, fingers creeping up her exposed stomach. “I mean, what if i accidentally let it slip during one of my weekly gossiping sessions with your mom-”
She rolls her eyes.
“You know what I mean.”
She catches Eddie’s hand and he grins wickedly at her, leaning down until his lips are inches from hers. Chrissy shifts under him so that her legs rest on either side of his hips, pushing his hair back out of his face as she often does when he’s on top of her. He takes the hand he’s now holding and pins it above her head, lacing his fingers through hers.
Being this close to Eddie used to make her so nervous, but not anymore. He dips his head into her neck, placing a soft, barely-there kiss just below her ear. She thinks she could probably lay here and do this forever.
“Don’t worry, baby.” Eddie whispers in her ear, sending a string of goosebumps threading down her spine. She can hear the mischief in his voice. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson headcanons#eddie x chrissy#eddissy#hellcheer#eddie munson x chrissy cunningham#eddie munson blurb#chrissy cunningham#my writing
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ok totally fair about the war correspondent x translator specialization being a big ask, sorry! but thank u for posting it anyway!
how about
monster au, halloween party, first meeting?
robin and nancy go as each other's (race? being?) and one or both of them are offended at the stereotyping
(like a vamp in classic cape, garish fangs, white foundation or a witch with the hat and a broom, u know)
Thanks for the ask, anon! I used some monster hunter au for this, so I hope that’s cool! I don’t know what happened here, this ended up a little more flirty than intended but I like the way it went—
Nancy wasn’t much for parties, after the incident with Steve at Tina’s Halloween bash, but when she was handed a flyer for a party at Steve’s, something in her gut told her to go.
Maybe it was because it was Halloween. Nancy was a skilled monster slayer, after all, and many a beast and creature would emerge from their dens for a night of safety and fun. A party would be an easy target to find a few of the monsters.
This was how she found herself in Steve’s house, already tipsy and nursing a cup of punch strong enough to burn her nostrils. She was clad in a red and black flannel and her makeup was a delicately drawn wolf face. The costume was complete with a set of claw press on nails, gold contacts, and a tail and ears. The typical werewolf.
Nancy was watching the other guests intently, keeping an eye for the tells of any real monsters hidden among the cheap Halloween costumes.
Her gaze fell upon a familiar pair, the tattoo artists from downtown. The shorter, who she recognized as Chrissy, wore a cheaply made vampire costume. Her partner, whose name Nancy couldn’t remember, wore a full suit of armor—plastic, but convincing.
A third member joined the group, and Nancy’s gaze hardened immediately.
“Eddie! Chris! How’s the party?” Robin Buckley, local outcast, known werewolf, and bane of Nancy’s existence called, slinging her arms around the artists’ shoulders. They both laughed, though Eddie shoved her away, muttering about dog smell. She watched as Robin stuck her tongue out at the man, and they began to bicker.
If she was a little more sober, Nancy’s first thought would have been to try to get any of the three alone. They were all monsters, and all on her list. But right now, she had eyes only for Robin.
The girl was draped in a simple black dress, cinched in the middle with a green belt. Green and orange striped stockings went up to her knees, complete with a buckles set of boots and a pointed hat. She even a broom at her side.
Nancy was offended. Robin knew of her identity as a witch—this costume felt a little targeted.
And it didn’t help that Robin looked actually gorgeous in it. The girl seemed to notice Nancy’s stare, so she turned and raised a brow. She batted long eyelashes, accented by slightly sparkling green eyeshadow that made Nancy’s heart do a few flips against her better wishes.
Only, Robin’s gaze darkened and she stormed over, a finger pointed accusingly.
Nancy stepped back when Robin stopped in front of her, fuming.
“Really, Nancy?” the girl growled—honest to god growled—gesturing to Nancy’s costume. The shorter girl smirked, feeling smug.
“What do you mean, mutt?” she replied, keeping her voice casual and cool. Robin glared.
“This is such a stereotype!” Robin exclaimed, gesturing wildly and nearly spilling the drink in her hand. She pointed at the plaid shirt in particular, wrinkling her nose. “I mean, come on, Nance. The lumberjack flannel? The bloody fangs? Not all werewolves are buff, hairy men who eat other men!”
Nancy leaned against the wall, taking a long sip of her punch and feeling the warmth from it burn in her throat and chest. She flashed a Cheshire grin, revealing said bloody fangs—cheap plastic and makeup, of course.
“You mean,” she began slyly, letting her drunkenness lead the way. The din of the party faded to background noise. The only thing Nancy cared to focus on was the girl in front of her. “Some werewolves are buff, hairy women who eat other women?”
Robin reddened, spluttering and averting her gaze. “I mean, I guess!” she stammered, pulling her hat over her face.
Nancy smirked, stepping way too close.
“You’re one to talk, you know,” she murmured, her breath hot against Robin’s ear. “Your costume is just as offensive to us witches.”
She tilted her head, blinking half lidded doe eyes up at Robin and reveling in the way the girl gulped and licked her lips. She looked hungry. Ravenous, actually. It was a feeling matched in Nancy.
“What’s even worse is how unfairly hot you look in it,” she whispered, pressing a hand to Robin’s chest and getting even more into the girl’s space. Robin’s eyes were blazing now, something unreadable but fiery in the stormy, gold ringed depths.
“I’m going to eat you alive, Wheeler,” she growled low, her voice pleasantly husky.
“Is that a threat, or a promise?” Nancy breathed, heart pounding as she met Robin’s gaze. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this—but well, who said she couldn’t have a little fun with her prey?
“Both,” Robin replied, shoving Nancy toward the nearest room with a lock.
#I’m sorry#but I’m not sorry#I hope this is okay#ronance#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#stranger things#werewolf robin buckley#witch Nancy Wheeler#monster hunter Nancy Wheeler#sapphic senate monster hunter au#Lo drabbles
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I doubt im gonna be super expanding this AU but I'll try to answer these questions with what I came up with in the past hour:
- Their parents were found out for meeting together and had to leave/were gotten rid of so none in that regard. Before that though the vampire parent left Mario with a couple she knew well and the werewolf passed Luigi onto a friend, each of the respectable species.
- For now let's say they had a common favourite spot (for different reasons) and ran into eachother a lot because of that. They fought at the beginning but they both would still keep coming back there despite the clashes and so they decided to form a truce on those grounds. They got to talk, learn more about eachother and eventually fell in love despite the odds.
- Originally they knew nothing about having a sibling but the friends of their parents they grew up with told them eventually something about a brother in passing. So at one point they knew they had a sibling but they just didn't know the species.
- It was confusing. They weren't total adults yet so they just kinda bumped into eachother after Mario runs off from a formal party. Then it's a bit of staring, maybe a scream of suprise. The lingering question of: do we fight now? It ended up pretty positively though, they were just happy to have found the other part of their real family. They started meeting after this more and playing together in the woods.
- Unfortunately yes they do and yes Mario would live longer. It's a scary question he had thought about briefly but always tries to shake off as quickly as he can. All that matters now though is living in the moment to them.
- It doesn't make a large difference visibly tbh except maybe for Luigi's longer fangs. It does matter if you take blood purity into account as they would be considered tainted.
- While Mario won't combust into ashes the moment he touches a sunray he still gets a terrible rash from standing a bit too long the sun. A few hours would probably kill him or he just wouldn't be able to handle the pain at that point. As for the powers bag he has really good hearing, rather great strength, can turn into a bat, has enhanced self healing etc. As for blood I'd say human blood is considered a delicacy in the vampire community and not the only food source. Mario can eat anything really it just wont give much nutritional value and will make him feel a bit weak. He tries to evade drinking purely blood but will if he has to. For now a rare steak every now and again does suffice.
- Luigi wolf to human spectrum depends on how full the moon is. Eclipse he just looks like a human guy, new moon to crescent he is little hairy with ears looking more like marios, during quarters his ears start to move up and he gets more hairy, gibbous he starts looking more like the above pic and full moon he reaches a canine state.
- This might be edited in the future but for now I'd say: Yeah humans exist here and so do the Toads, in this world it's normal for humanity to see talking turtles and mushrooms. Also yes both species can be turned to monster kind. While humans are always rather scared of monsters like that, Toads are naturally more open-minded and aren't afraid to employ or sell stuff to them albeit with some caution if the individual seems suspicious/dangerous. It might also have to do with humans having a higher chance of being turned into said monster than Toads.
- It's hard to stay still when you have a lot of energy. His foster parents kept telling him he'll get used to it and maybe even eventually love it but he never became a big fan. Mario was an outdoors kid (which eventually helped him meet Luigi) that wasn't afraid to roll in the mud or get some scratches be it from branches or Luigis claws/playful bite. He grew up to have great social skills thanks to those meetings he got dragged to but thats one of the few positive things he has to say about them.
- It's hard not to get dirty at all considering the lifestyle of his foster pack but he definitely tried his best to stay clean and was known for it. His pack really likes him though despite his quirks, he's always welcome there. Also I completely agree with the statement that he struggled with social cues but also grew up to be very open with his emotions.
- Oh absolutely. While they can't turn back time though they're pretty happy with how things turned out in the end. One can teach the other something new which makes them a good duo.
- Its his trademark in the company (instead of a hat). It makes him look clean for a plumber, confident in his skills too. It doesn't hinder his work that much either. He also just feels pretty with it. He might not be a super fancy type of guy but he still gained some fashion standards growing up.
Happy Halloween🎃!!
Also has anyone made a Monster AU where they're born from a werewolf and vampire couple but grow in different places (cause of the whole vampire vs werewolf naturally hating eachother) only to reunite when theyre older and they start a plumbing buisness together because Mario is a vampire that is tired of super fancy life and Luigi doesn't want to be seen as a feral mindless animal. I think that'd be cool.
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anotha wwdits headcanon i have is that vampires have different types of bats and that influences how they eat/act
edit: after further research and reading (plus some very helpful comments on this post), i’ve realized the colin robinson headcanon is inaccurate. furthermore, i do believe he’d do it to piss everyone the fuck off and, as the once great john mulaney would say, throw them off their rhythm. thank you <3
lazlo is a barbastelle bat. native to england, they have smushed faces and huge ears. i think lazlo has the largest appetite out of all of them, so he needs the best hearing
nadja would be a mediterranean horseshoe bat!! they got silly little noses and she’s just a silly little vampire (also she most definitely would give you rabies)
nandor is obviously a fruit bat/flying fox. big and hairy? check. looks intimidating but is a huge sweetheart? check. my favorite bat? check! he’s just a big lovebat!! would definitely fly and snuggle against guillermo
now, colin. he’s an energy vampire so he can’t shapeshift right? WRONG!! man turns into a dwarf hamster. my friend used to have one and let me tell you: it was the most annoying piece of shit. he’d naw on everything and eat all the fucking plastic. but at least he’s cute (and hamsters also have a super short expiration date so it lines up). has a stupid plastic ball that doll nadja rolls around to piss him off
bonus: if guillermo were (and SHOULD TOTALLY) to be a vampire, he’d be a cute little mexican free tailed bat!! they have dopey little faces, and their ear ridges kinda look like a knit
i might be the only person that finds bat assigning fun but it’s been rotting in my skull for a while so here we are
#wwdits#what we do in the shadows#nandermo#nandor the relentless#bats#lazlo cravensworth#nadja of antipaxos#colin robinson#i just think they’re neat
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WWBN liveblog thoughts
LOOOOVE the classic horror opening oUGhHuoigh
O weird I forgot this is in the MCU proper lol hiiii avengers
Like the fuzzy audio mmmmm tasty
Deep cheesy narration my love
Jack looking worried and pitiful rightttt off the bat
Love the score
I like all the accents mmmmm words sound nice
Sound effects giving me some nice asmr vibes heehohohoho
OH ELSAS BRITISH???? HOHOUUU??? She looks similar enough to Jessica Jones my brain just expected American. They should kiss btw I don know anything about her rn but they should.
Jacks just like: mmmmmm yeah mmm yeah I’ve killed ppl mhm lotsa ppl
Elsa has huge cock energy good for her
THIS END UP ON THE BACK OF THE COFFIN WBGEHEHEHEJJRJR
Man I want my corpse to b a puppet lol that fucks
Jack makes the most expressions. Human(ish) embodiment of O-O
Ohhh I love monochrome things w limited color
He keeps looking more “oh fuck” this entire time
Fire tuba Hee Hee
O heck yea. Nice maze.
All these characters r peak character design
Gettin Wolfy w it maybe? 👀
Smoky feet preents
Elsa killing n violence real
Nice gore
Oh he’s not getting wolfy w it :-( (yet)
“Hey! :-D” o this is so cute
Getting locked in a crypt w the bestie
The inherent intimacy in helping w stopping bloodflow
Jacks just vibing in all of this
Spideees
Corpse robbing w the bestie
“TeD” his voice so nice
HAHA GET HEAD FLAME CRUSHED
“You have a lovely name” so true he does
JUST GO PUT IT IN THE CRACK
JUST SET IT IN THE WALL IF IT—ok good
Oh nOWWW HES GONNA GET WOLFY W IT YEAHHGGHHHH
Uh oh :-( he got monster outed :-(
Elsa’s pretty
“R u ok?”
He’s so cute like he’s just a guy trying his best
Love the music n sound effect panning
Lol GET SNIFFED
“Once.” :-(
Werewolf by night takes almost 40 minutes to werewolf at night
Love the flashy fake lightning vibes
He’s a big hairy beastie guy!!!!
Haha get wolf grabbed
There he ISSSS oh he looks awesome amazing monster movie vibes
Ear tasty
HAHAHWH THROAT CUT EPIC MOMENT
LENSE BLOOD SPATTER YEAHHH SICK
Get bloodstoned idiot
Lots of throat cutting in this
Being the only survivors w the bestie
This is rlly cute
Face tUCHHHHH
There he goessssss
YEAH GET HER ASS TED WOOOOOOOOOOOO
bodySLAMMED
Man thing my love
HEHHEHEH COLOR FADING IN NICE THAT LOOKS SO PRETTY
Werewolf hangover
Pretty gay to b monsters together
Pretty gay to get sushi
Awww :-) Very sweet n pleasant. I would like them to come back pls.
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