#I wonder what he was dreaming about 🌚

[salem-sapiens]

Hi! Have you ever thought about what his bedroom would look like? And his sleepwear? :D

Hey thanks for the ask :)

I firmly believe he sleeps in his judge robe so that he's 24/7 ready to slay ✨ (can't afford getting caught lacking style).

But for "scientific purpose", I'll dress him up in a night gown 🌚

As for his room, I don't think it'd be anything special.

Sure, it's probably impractically large but I imagine it to be just as empty (like the big-ass chamber we see him singing hellfire in).

The little furniture he has is of fine craftsmanship though. Pops still has a sense of fashion 😌

[exorcqism]

﹆₊ 月光‧₊˚ UNDER THE MOONLIGHT, KAMO CHOSO

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ﹆₊ 概要 ‧₊˚ when visiting you every night just isn’t enough. wc, 3.75K. dark mode recommended.

␥ note. new storyyy. this one might get a lil angsty idk 🌚 but this idea just popped into my head so yeah. hopefully ya like this. reblog to support meeee and lmk if you wanna be tagged for this series

␥ tags. modern AU, possible nsfw, possible angst, female anatomy, smoking, etc. lmk if i missed anything

␥ misc. masterlist AO3

it’s a bit late at night. the clock was approaching midnight and you were sitting quietly in your room, scrolling on your phone when you heard a gentle tap on your window. your head turns, your expression clouded with confusion until you see a familiar looking guy waving to you to open your window.

it was choso. despite the cold, harsh weather conditions of december, he was always wearing a black hoodie and grey sweats. choso appearing at your window was pretty common. every night during the summer and winter, the two of you would sit on the roof of your house to watch the stars, listening to music from his phone.

“hey, open up.” the male called softly as you approached the window. once you were close enough, you unhooked the latch and pulled the window up. you’d bend down so you were eye level with choso and place your elbows on the windowsill.

“has the vampire come to take me away?” you query.

“i have. i’m taking you to my castle where you’ll be my servant and my lover forever.” choso says in a not so joking tone. there’s a pause between you two before he bursts out in a fit of chuckles. “nah, i’m kidding, i just want some company is all.” he smiles. “it’s cold out here.”

“oh, i would’ve been fine with that.” you giggled. “wait lemme get my jacket and i’ll be out there, okay?”

"i'll be waiting." choso waits patiently. he checks his phone for the time and sees that it's now 10:09. he glances at the stars and sees they're particularly bright tonight. the air is colder out there and he's hoping you will hurry up, he isn’t really fond with being in the cold.

you pushed yourself away from the window and moved swiftly over to your closet and grabbed a random jacket before marching back to the window and climbing out of it to get onto the roof.

once choso noticed you, he moves in your direction and pulls you closer to him, draping his arms over your shoulders to warm you up. the roof is covered in snow and it was freezing cold that night. as the two of you sit there, listening to music out of choso’s earbuds, he begins quietly.

“i have something to ask you but it might be a little silly.”

“you always ask something silly.” you remarked, having a goofy smile on your face. choso sucked his teeth, laughing a bit nervously as he brushed the snow from your jacket.

“i’ve been wondering this for a while now, since we’re already up here together like this, and the roof is pretty secluded…uh..i mean, we kissed at my house the other day and a few times after that—why do we never acknowledge it?”

the snow falling lightly from the sky and the city lights are both equally beautiful. a perfect combination for the wintry moment. you sat quietly, pondering choso’s question to you before shrugging.

“i don’t know…maybe we’re both scared of something. i can’t really say exactly what—but, you get it right?”

“no, yeah, you’re right. but i think we both know we like each other in more than just a platonic way. we just don’t talk about it and i guess…i don’t know maybe i’m overthinking it.” choso wrapped his arms around you again. the air is bitter and crisp, and you’re glad to have him by your side, keeping you warm.

“i have one more question, then i’ll stop.” he said.

“yeah?”

choso’s face is a few inches from yours before he starts whispering, his breath making steam from the cold air surrounding the two of you.

“have you ever thought about us dating?”

“believe it or not, i think about it all the time…” you whispered back. “i’ve had dreams about us. i don’t even know what i’m thinking right now.”

choso gave you a gentle squeeze before speaking again softly. “i’ve had dreams of us too. sometimes the dreams get a little naughty…i guess you could say that.” without a warning, he brings his lips up to yours, kissing you for a short moment then pulling away. “and those dreams have only gotten better when i kiss you.”

“gross.” you laughed quietly, gently shoving him.

choso laughed and playfully pushed you so that you fell back onto the snow. it’s soft and fluffy, like a cloud, and soon you two are wrestling in the snow, getting yourself a nice coating of the cold, white blanket beneath you. you could smell his minty breath each time he spoke. the stars make it seem like you were the only two people in the world at that time. finally, he manages to pin you down.

“i win!” he beams playfully.

“not fair.” you shot back. you looked up to see your wrists being pinned down into the snow. your breath caught in your chest before laughing a little.

choso gives you a cheeky grin, his nose just a few inches away from your ear as he holds your wrists down. “what’s that? i can’t hear you down there in the snow.” he says before leaning down and kissing your neck.

“shut up.” you playfully roll your eyes.

choso pauses for a moment, feeling your pulse jump a little with each kiss he delivers along the side of your neck. he moves his lips closer to your ear and whispers, “i think we're both thinking the same things, aren't we?”

“maybe we are…”

choso rolls over so he's lying on top of you, his hands still pinning your wrists down so that your arms are pressed against the snow. he presses himself against you. he’s so close you can feel all heat radiating from him. his lips are still only a few inches from your ear and he whispers in a husky voice, “just maybe?”

“well, what’re you thinking?” you query.

“i'm thinking that all this time, we've been afraid when there was nothing to be afraid of. we’re both in love, you silly girl, so why did we hide it for so long?”

“i…don’t really know.” you sucked your bottom lip. “i just hear other people’s stories—you know, about their relationships and i get nervous.”

choso nodded, listening to each word that escaped from your mouth, still keeping himself pressed against you. it was like your bodies were glued together. you could feel how fast his heart was beating from under your shirt.

“that’s understandable. it can be scary at first. but we don’t need to take other people’s stories as our own. let’s write our own story, okay?”

“alright, that’s fair.” you smiled. “you win.”

choso holds you tightly in his arms, making you curl up to him. his breath warms you as your bodies touch, his hands keeping you from slipping away in the snow. he leans in and kisses your forehead before whispering in a soft voice, “i’m glad you won't run away from me, i don't think I've been able to keep from you since the day we met.”

“really? you never told me that.”

“do i really have to tell you everything?” choso laughs and gives you a gentle squeeze as he keeps you close. you both lie in the snow, watching the sky. “i mean, it's pretty obvious what i've been wanting from you, wouldn't you agree?”

“maybe,” you gave him a big smile. “i don’t know what you want, you don’t tell me anything.”

choso playfully slaps your shoulder. “i mean, what do the kisses we've shared mean to you? you can't have thought i’ve been kissing you just for fun, right? i hope you know i’ve never had any feelings for anyone else since I first met you." choso kisses your cheek and continues speaking into your ear. “you're the only one I want.”

“they mean a lot to me,” you said. “it’s just that when comprehending my feelings, it’s so hard for me and whenever i felt this spark between us, i didn’t know what to make of it.”

choso rolls them onto their sides, kissing the edge of your ear and whispering into it, his breath tickling your neck. “but now you do, don't you?” he nuzzles into the side of your neck and makes you curl up to his shoulder as your feet dangle off the roof. “all your doubts are gone now?”

“i can say i’m a little relieved.” you answered. “i’m not scared of possibly being taken advantage of or anything like that—last thing that concerns me is my mom…you know she doesn’t like us together.”

choso hums as he plays with your hair, rubbing your scalp gently with his fingers as he keeps you from moving around on the snowy roof. “your mom will come around eventually, her opinion doesn't mean too much to me. although, you don't really have to worry much about me, i’d never take advantage of you like that. i think the only thing i’m taking advantage of is your neck, i just wanna lay here and bite it.”

“get off me, you vampire.” you laugh, putting your hand out to his chest, pretending to push him away from you so he could stop biting.

“hm, i don't think i want to get off of you just yet.” choso says, his voice a teasing whisper. he runs his hands along your back and plays with the strands of your hair. “i think i’m feeling a little hungry, actually,” he whispers as he leans in and presses his lips against your neck again.

“well, let’s get up and go to the diner and get food—don’t eat me.” you smiled.

“fine, fine.” choso laughs and helps you stand on the roof, holding your hand as he runs his free hand through his dark hair, which is now covered in snowflakes. he smiles down at you. “don’t worry, i don't crave the flesh of virgins like you, so you're safe tonight.”

playfully, you scoff, “did you just call me a virgin? rude.”

“what, you aren't?” choso looks at you curiously when you say this. “i just assumed you were one, that's all…since you've never really had a boyfriend before me, right?”

“calm down, i’m kidding.” you say, laughing at choso’s sudden surprised expression. you teasing him wasn’t anything new. it was something about seeing choso spooked or surprised that excited you.

choso's face is still puzzled but he laughs a bit himself. “you're funny like that, you know? sometimes i just can't tell if you're serious or joking, it confuses me.”

“yeah, be confused.” you teased, your smile getting bigger as you felt choso’s hand move from around your body and watched as he jumped from the roof, falling heavily into the inches of snow on the lawn. “you’re such an idiot.”

choso laughs, feeling a little embarrassed as he stands from the deep layers of snow after plummeting down into it. he glances up at you, his black sweatshirt now completely covered in an inch of snow. he sticks his tongue out when he sees you laughing, and says quietly, “shut up.”

“you shut up.” you laughed, still standing on the roof. “you gonna catch me if i jump?”

choso looks up at you and shakes his head, amused as his feet sink deeper into the snow. “nah, not this time, why don't you just come down here and enjoy it with me? you can't have much fun way up there.”

“if you want me to come down, you have to catch me.” you hummed. “i’ll stay up here all night if i have to.”

“i know you will, you're a stubborn one. very stubborn. okay, i’ll catch you. make it quick, you don't want to be a popsicle up there.” choso smiles up at you and gets in position, waiting for you to jump down.

you smiled before stepping back from the edge to get a running start and jumped down into choso’s arms.

as soon as you jumped choso caught you, pulling you down into his arms but landing in the snow as well. he pins you under him, his entire body buried in the snow and his arms wrapped around you. his nose was buried in your neck, and he smiled before talking to you. “see? i caught you.”

“you caught me,” you smiled, lifting your hand and threading your fingers through his dark hair.

choso closes his eyes and leans his head into your hand. he presses himself against you, his body still on top of yours. his warm breath fills your ears as he whispers softly, “you know what this snow reminds me of?”

“what?”

“you.” choso wraps a lock of your hair around his finger and smiles. he looks down at you, his eyes sparkling as he looks deep into yours. “your personality is as soft, fragile, and beautiful as this snow. i’m worried one day, i might accidentally break a piece of you, and it would be all my fault.”

“don’t worry about that because you won’t,” you whispered, her fingers massaging his scalp. “i promise.”

choso smiles softly as you massage his scalp, he closes his eyes and enjoys the feeling. one of his hands comes up to meet yours at your hips, his grip tight as it rubs your body. "that’s not what i’m worried about. what i really think about is...what happens one day i wake up and you're not in my arms? what if you leave me for someone else? you're young, and i doubt i’m the best a girl like you could get.”

“choso, i’m not leaving you.” you asserted softly. “what do i need someone else for? i like you better than anyone in this world.”

choso looks at you, his eyes widening as soon as you speak those words. he looks down for a moment, a little embarrassed but then nods to himself before continuing, “that’s sweet of you, it really is. but you're one of the prettiest girls i know, and there must be some other guy who can take you away from me. i’ve seen boys looking at you a little too much before.”

“they can kick rocks.” you sucked your teeth.

"they can, but i know that in their eyes they're competing with me, trying to get your attention. even though they're all losers compared to me, i can't help but feel insecure when one of them looks at you or gets a little too close to you. you’re all mine and if they get in my way,” choso pauses for a moment, his tone getting a little more serious, “they're gonna regret it.”

“relax, princess, nobody is gonna take me away from you.” you laughed, sitting up from the snow. “let’s get something to eat, i’m hungry.”

in a swift motion, choso is on his feet again and offers a hand to help you up. he smiles and nods his head, he realizes he's being overprotective of you but he can't help it. with you in his hands, he walks off of the lawn and underneath a streetlight, the snow crunching beneath your guys’ feet.

choso's breath creates a small cloud of smoke in the cold air, and he brushes the snow out of his hair and leading you to a diner only a few blocks away.

when the two arrived at the diner and ordered their food, you had your camera pointing to choso while he had been looking down at his own phone, his hood over his head while his messy hair poked out from under the cloth. “choso…” you giggled, trying to get his attention. “say hey, baby.”

finally noticing your camera and giggling, choso laughs as he looks up from his phone and grins. “hey, pretty girl.” he winks at you and his eyes sparkle as he takes the chance to get a picture of you smiling with him in the background. his black shirt fits tightly to his body and his black sweatpants are tied tight so they won't slip down to his ankles.

“whatcha doing?” you asked, still having the camera recording.

“I'm taking a picture of a pretty girl.” he chuckles to himself for a moment and continues, “one i hope to marry soon, actually.”

“you’re joking,” you smiled. “tell everybody how serious you are about that.”

choso rolls his eyes at you with a laugh, but then his expression changes as he looks at you with a serious look. “i’ve never been more serious in my life, princess. i’m ready to marry your beautiful ass right now and make you mine forever.” he leans in, his nose touching yours.

“we can’t do the real thing just yet but we can have a fake wedding.” you suggest with a smile. choso smiled also, pulling his hood from his head to reveal his messy hair then taking your hand and kissing it.

“doesn’t matter if it’s fake. as long as with you, i’m happy.” he’d say before leaning over to you. “can i kiss my bride?”

“go ahead.”

without another word, choso pulls your head closer to his and kisses you softly. his lips are soft and the kiss is slow and tender. he keeps the kiss going for a little while before separating from you. “if that's how my wife’ll kiss me, then we're gonna have a very happy marriage.”

“oh, yeah definitely.” you grinned as she’d press the button on her phone to end the recording. “and if my husband can do that, imagine what else he could do.”

choso laughed, lightly shoving you, “hey, we’re in public.”

“who cares?”

after eating at the diner, the two of you found yourselves at a nearby park. the trees were covered in snow just as most of the grass was. the bridge they crossed over was also partially covered in the white, fluffy blanket. the water beneath it was frozen over, the lights beaming from the lampposts reflecting off of the ice.

you both had a nice view as they stood on the bridge, taking sips of the drink you had contained in styrofoam cups from the diner while you’d strike up another conversation as the snow fell above you.

choso stood close to you as you both look out over the frozen landscape in front of you, watching the snow gracefully fall from the sky and land on the trees, making them look like beautiful snowy forests. he hums as he takes a sip from his drink, the snow on his sweatshirt slowly melting.

“when i first met you, i really was surprised at how pretty you are. i thought to myself, ‘this girl, this girl is way out of my league and there's no way she'll like me.’ yet, here you are, standing by my side holding my hand.” an embarrassed chuckle escapes him as he spoke.

“seriously?” you raised your eyebrows, surprised at this new revelation. “i used to be scared to talk to you because you always looked so scary and mean.”

“you did?” choso was genuinely surprised by her statement. “if i knew you were scared of me, i would have tried to be nicer the first time we met.” he smiles back at you before speaking again, his tone light and teasing. “i’m kidding, i’m not a softie like that. i just think it's pretty adorable that you were afraid of me.”

“shut up,” you playfully rolled her eyes before taking a sip of your drink, leaning against the wood railing of the bridge.

choso smiles at you, his breath creating little puffs of mist in the cold air. he turns to look right at you, his voice playful as he replies to you. “hey, can i ask you a question?”

“yeah?”

“let’s say we stay together, and someday, i actually propose to you. do you think you'll say yes to me or will you reject me and break my heart?” choso chuckles, the thought of you rejecting him seems funny to him. he continues to smile and holds her hand, the cold air causing his fingers to turn numb.

“i’m gonna reject you, obviously.” you said in a serious tone, clearly joking with him.

choso’s face falls, turning a gloomy color as he nods his head in sadness. “mhm, that's what i thought.” he keeps a straight face for a few seconds before cracking a little smile and laughing. “nah, i’m just messing with you. i know you’ll say yes to me if i proposed to you.” he laughs and gives your hand a little squeeze, looking at you with a dreamy look. “i’ll be the happiest man on earth when you do.”

“i know you would.” you beamed at him.

“and if i ever propose to you, that means i see a future with you and that i want to spend every day with you. you better say yes at that moment or i’m taking my ring and leaving.” he laughs as he teases you. he looks at the snow again, the small snowflakes gracefully falling from the sky. the cold air makes his breath fog up the air and he brushes a few snowflakes off his shoulders.

you smiled, “relax, i will. i promise. don’t take the ring away.”

choso glances at you and his smile grows, his eyes shining at the thought of making you his forever. he squeezes your hand a little harder before responding with a light chuckle. “well, that's something i’m looking forward to then. i can't wait to make you my wife. maybe...someday i’ll even make you the mother of my children.”

“was that apart of one of your many dreams about us?” you queried, sitting down in the snow.

choso smiles and laughs at the comment you make, a slightly embarrassed blush on his cheeks. “i have a lot of dreams about us. but, yeah, in one of them, i saw... a little baby sitting between us. it was so cute. maybe i could put that baby in you someday, princess.” he says with a playful sparkle in his eyes and a smile on his face. he sits down next to you in the snow and begins drawing in it with his fingertips.

“let’s grow up first, okay?” you raised your palm before putting your head down onto choso’s shoulder.

“yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” choso chuckles and leans his head against yours. the snow crunches underneath you both and your bodies lean into each other's like magnets. the male smiles and brushes some of the snow out of your hair, leaning a little bit closer to give you an innocent kiss on the forehead.

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note ㅤ⏤ㅤ yall this is the most i’ve written EVER. i wanted to attempt writing more words and doing longer parts, so i set a goal to get up to 3K words (definitely went beyond that). if i wrote anymore, i’d be at 4K probably. finna make some chocolate milk and watch youtube as a reward. i hope ya enjoyed :)

[velvet-vox]

The dark side of Steampunk: Nox (Part 1)

There is this video made by the Youtuber schnee about Hazbin Hotel, and how its grimsical art style serves the purpose of forming the setting and dictating every writing decision through the usage of its thematic connotations.

It's a pretty interesting video to watch if you are a fan of that series, but I'm not here to talk about that.

No, I'm here to talk about a specific part of that video.

There's a certain timestamp in the video where schnee all of a sudden starts to talk about a movie named "Aeronauts", and how it perfectly nails the Steampunk aesthetic through its understanding of the themes of Steampunk and the historic/social connotations of his it's existence. Here:

For the purposes of his argument, schnee explains to us what Steampunk is all about and compares it to grim dark. While this was fascinating and all, after I've learned the meaning behind the Steampunk aesthetic I couldn't help to think about Noximilliem Coxen the Watchmaker from Wakfu, and how the show writers and character designers twisted the positive vibes of the style to create a more impactful and terrifying antagonist that swims confidently in his own aesthetic.

Today, I'm going to break down how Nox's story uses and twists the meaning of Steampunk to help him stand out.

There's going to be multiple parts to this analysis, so expect me to add their link in the future, but for now, I'm going to focus my attention entirely on the OVA episode and I'll tackle the main series at a later date.

The OVA:

Noximilien is a brilliant inventor specialized in the creation of clocks. His over excitement at the prospect of being the one to find the next big thing is very reminiscent of the classic Victorian scientist present in many stories, usually on the protagonist's side: at the start of his character arc, Milien is the embodiment of the optimism native of the XIX century from which Steampunk stories often take place.

Characterised by the industrial boom, Steampunk (Nox) seeks out to revolutionise the rigid lifestyle of the Victorian era through the wonders of machinery and science. This right here seems like the classic setup for any story of the genre, surely it can't vary more than this?

Unfortunately for our Watchmaker, this is the part where another genre of storytelling is introduced into the mix: the Eldritch horror.

Stories of Eldritch Horror are often characterised by the fear of the unknown: humans going insane trying to understand things that were never intended to be understood, some light ho######ia and ra###m sprinkled here and there, but you can't blame Lovecraft for being a bigot when he was so much worse than that.

Nox finds a mysterious object coming from outer space, it acts weird and suspicious, and he can't understand it, so he takes it back home where he can study it. (I don't know what the bubbles emitted from the cube and the following psychosis are meant to entail, but I think it's up to interpretation).

Immediately, Milien sees the cube as an exciting new discovery, already picking apart its effects on his clock and quickly brushing aside how it affected Igôle. It's honestly not that uncommon in stories of this genre, the inventor tends to be pretty self centered and not particularly emotionally intelligent, it's a flaw that tends to go undeveloped, but it's usually never a problem for these people (Unless they are the villain 🌚).

But here, it's where unfortunately the rift between his family and his desires starts to form: at the beginning of the episode, Galanthe was nothing but supportive of her husband's passion for his inventions and the future, but here, when she asks her husband to let go of his current hyper fixation, she, quite literally, puts a stop to the Industrial dream, one of the cores of this genre; basically rejecting Nox himself, whose the personification of Steampunk.

Naturally, Milien is at fault here, he shouldn't be taking her response too dramatically, but this is going to be the base to his later turn towards the obsession.

While we're here, I might as well mention the beggar and the puppet show.

They're not all that important to Noximilien's character arc (aside from the money problem giving him a ticking clock to all of his actions🌚🌚), but they do provide important pieces of character building and themes for our analysis, so I'm going to briefly touch on them.

The beggar and the puppet show serve to better establish and build up our Steampunk narrative before it can later be destroyed by the Eliacube.

The beggar, is our representation of society. More specifically, Victorian society. He's naturally unimpressed by Milien's creativity and ingenuity, and only seeks to get his part of the bargain. He's strict, rigid, and he's clearly intended to be the obstacle in this situation.

The conflict between the beggar and Milien parallels the conflict between the Victorian society and the positivity of modern science; said tension is the bread and butter of Steampunk and the reason why this aesthetic gained so much popularity in the first place.

The puppet show, created by our inventor, is, again, another establishing piece for our setting, it's the original direction Nox's character was supposed to take, becoming someone who uses their brilliance and generosity to better the world and brighten their family's lives.

If only Milien stayed in bed that night instead of going to temper with the Eliacube, who knows what could have happened.

Maybe, he wouldn't have found the Cube to be all that shiny when he woke up the next morning......

Next part>>>>

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[thebearme]

MY EENE HEADCANONS

just going to warn you that this is long

EDgar Joseph

6'9 ft

Demi-Romantic

Caucasian

Pisces 23 Y/o 3/2/1985

Film college major (Jobs: Indie horror film maker, Animal caretaker)

FAVORITE FOOD:

Butter toast & Gravy (duh)

VIBE:

Alien Boy - Oliver Tree

Eight Wonder - Lemon Demon

Turn the lights off - TallyHall

- Arts & craft master

- Has a fursona

- Learned what a shower is

- He's still is a lil gross

- Ed changed his name to Ed so he can match with Eddy when he was 6

- Ed real name is: Bob Horace Joseph

- Lemon demon fan

- The one ed to be dating a Kankers (May)

- The oldest ed (he got left-back a year)

- Has yellow teeth becuz he didn't brush his teeth when he was younger

- Has a pet chicken from Rolf but it's at the barn, can't stay at the dorms :(

- Takes care of Rolf's animals ever so often, he loves when he can help

- Thinks of Dee like a mom figure

- Is on better ground with Sarah after BPS and once she realizes how awful their mom was to Ed

- Ed's the only person with yellow skin that because of all the gravy grease he eats

- Drop the violin to play all types of weird instruments instead

- LOVES crytids, FNAF lore and SCP

- Likes going to haunted places for fun

- Ed's drawings are now ten times more disturbing

- Draws on mspaint

- MUST. HAVE. OVERSIZED. SLEEVES!

- Ed is a food stealer

- Ed and Edd bond with the unexplainable wonders of the world (Deep sea creatures)

- Instead of getting a chewy necklace he just buys chew toys for dogs, they're cheaper and cooler

- Uses weird emojis: 🧟‍♂️🦷🧠🪳🌚

- ASD & ADHD

Disability:

* Has a fractured skull

* Brain hurts fr when he thinks hard

* Frequently lost of balance = needs a cane

EDDward (Double dee) Johnson

6'3 ft

Trans-Masc & Bi

(Afro-Vietnamese)

Aquarius 22 Y/o 2/10/1986

Psychology major / Science engineering minor (Jobs: none, scholarships & grants are paying the tuition)

FAVORITE FOOD:

Tuna fish gumbo

VIBE:

The machine - Lemon Demon

American healthcare - Penelope Scott

I threw out love of my dreams - Weezer

Pretty rave girl

- It was hard for Dee to not pick every major

- Double dee got overwhelmed with the college choices he had so he just followed the eds in to Peach Creek's community college

- The OCD got worse when he got older so the eds made a compromise to help clean the dorm often

- Santa believer

- Has a Costco supply of everything

- He likes scene but doesn't tell the eds

- Can't flirt for his life

- Dee Prays everyday that God will forgive the eds sins

- insomniac

- Double dee is trying to find a Scientific explanation for why their tongues are still dyed by the jawbreakers for years now

- Double dee has to braid his hair back before going to bed or else it would be wild in the morning

- Dee is comfortable in his body, doesn't need a bind all the time

- If you don't let Dee to say big words he'll start speaking like a bimbo unironically

- The Light-skin

- Is a ferret

- He got therapy for the 'dodgeball incident'

- Still wears his hat always, even when the eds already know about the scar

- Still passionate about learning but is slowly being a burnt out gifted student

- Even though Eddy tends to distract Dee from studying, if Eddy left college Double dee would have dropped out with him. A least for a gap year(s)

- Dee is a hugger

- Double dee found out that there's a Chemical compound with in shrooms that lessen the psychological symptoms of OCD...

- Dee has shrooms

- Dee is not afraid to be the bitchy friend to make sure the eds don't get themselves into jail

- Willing to kill for Eddy

- A certified forklift driver

- Mothers Ed

- Writes large paragraphs in text and the small amount of emoticons he uses are: =] >:-( :-D

- ASD

Disability:

* Asthma

* Diabetic (genetic, from both parents) Wears a insulin pump

Edwin (EDDY) McGee

5'3 ft

Pans

Puerto Rican (1/2 mother's side)

Italian American (1/2 father's side)

Aries 21 Y/o 3/24/1987

Undeclared major

(Jobs: whatever job he has that week)

FAVORITE FOOD:

Crafts mac n cheese

VIBE:

Soft Fuzzy Man - Lemon Demon

What's New Pussycat - Tom Jones

Lyin' Awake - Steam Powered Giraffe

Cuphead Rap - JT Music

- Eddy frankly doesn't know how he graduated high school

- Eddy loves old stuff (music, clothes, technology)

- Eddy likes underrated/unappreciated historical figures

- He can still be erratic sometimes and still haves trust issues

- Eddy does his nails

- Once he stopped wearing his brother's clothes he started finding his own style

- He is a FASHION KING, never seen in the same clothes often

- Drag queen

- Still doesn't understand personal space or the difference from complements and flirting

- Still a big sap

- Constantly sleeps in Dee bedroom instead of his own

- Insecure with his curly hair so he gel's it most of the time

- HE'S A BINGUS CAT

- Weed smoker

- Once had the eds do a breaking bad

- Surprisingly nice legs

- Insomniac

- Eddy tends to have depressive episodes

- Occasionally goes to therapy, but keeps making light of his issues or dodging them completely

- Writes his name on his food so Ed won't steal it (It doesn't work)

- Was a Premature baby

- Eddy is actually really smart and can make things, he just doesn't have the foresight or the motivation

- Eddy has a pet mouse

- He's flexible and can do acrobatics

- Eddy is still a little narcissistic

- ADHD

Disability:

* Has a stiff right wrist (has a wrist brace that he doesn't wear, prefers to just use he's left hand)

[theogbadbitch]

Late reblog because I realized I never posted it out my drafts????

“You moved on, remembering Dr. Richmond’s words about not making it sexual.” Listening to his instructions even though he’s not there……🌚 wonder what this is foreshadowing hmmm

“Tasia bounced like a porn star on Terry’s dick and it wasn’t doing a damn thing for him.” What happened to hello , how are you

“Call me Dr. Richmond,” he commanded.” He so freaked out , met us ONCE mind you

“He wanted to collect each one like trophies. “ Terry:

“Something tangible. Something he could hold and never let go. He only hoped he found it soon.” 🌚

“It’s your space. You get to decide what we do here,” he said.” Don’t threaten me with a good time Sir

“You took your mind off of your dream mystery man. When the fuck was it going to be your turn?” 🌚 again

“Seriously, they were huge. Like two lion paws that could strike down someone with one hit” we MUST stay focused

“In fact, I’d suggest you abstain from sex until we get deeper into this,” he said.” He think he slick I’m cackling

Nobody:

Dr. Richmond: don’t be fckin…for therapy reasons ofc….

“He snuck a glance at the clock, he was nearing the end of the session. He flexed his jaw. This was so damn irritating.” Him being mad that the session over every time is so😭

When he finally gets his hands on us……

Make Me Weak, Part 2

Pairing: Sex Therapist!Terry Richmond x Sub!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Cursing, mentions of depression, anxiety, and description of sex acts and sexual issues. Hair pulling, PIV, condom use. Power imbalance, Shy!reader. Dark!Terry. Dom!Terry, AU Terry, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some. I'm not a therapist and while I do not make light of therapy, this is purely for my own fun. Please seek real medical attention when necessary.

Summary: You followed Dr. Richmond’s instructions to the best of your ability. You spent so much time in your mind that willingly descending into your body was an experience that opened your eyes to how much you had neglected. Your second session forces you to confront more truths than what you were ready for. 

Terry reaches some conclusions of his own as he tries to shake whatever is ailing him by disappearing between Tasia’s thighs. Yet his mind is on you, on your thoughts and words. During the second session, he can’t help but push you beyond your limit.

Word Count: 5,018k

Part 1 | AO3 Link

A/N: I'n back babbyyyy. I got so inspired reading so many lovely fics. Plus the encouraging asks really helped. I had TOO much fun writing this and you will not hurt my feelings if you don't want to read this one. However, I must tag to keep my taglist updated. Forgive me, my loves. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

You

Hot steam rolled out from the shower as you set it to your desired temperature. You faced yourself in the mirror, thinking over Dr. Richmond’s words. You supposed that there was some truth to what he had told you.

Most people did start by exploring their own bodies first. It must be so easy for guys. Close the door, grab some lotion, and rub one out. Girls on the other hand…your life was constantly spent in a state of panic.

Panic that anything on your person would make your mother snap. Harsh criticisms hidden behind “just talkin’ shit” that Black people liked to hide behind. You were too sensitive to jokey-joke with when you weren’t able to reciprocate. It’s not like you could talk about your mom. It’s not like you could throw insults back in her face and tell her to take it in stride.

Panic that you could be caught or exposed at any point. You were a grown woman, yes. You were also taught to believe that you needed to act as if someone was watching. You believed there was some kind of life after all this and so wouldn’t it stand to reason that someone or something would be looking at you? Or worse, someone would come flying through your door because your family lacked boundaries? 

Panic that you didn’t know what lay on the other side of an orgasm. How would you feel? How would you look? Surely something like that changed a person. Feeling that rush of relief for the first time had to be special. Had to be amazing. Otherwise, why would anyone ever be obsessed with sex? 

Panic that you’d never reach that peak and fall over. Never feel that rush of euphoria that everyone talked about. Porn, books, friend groups. You always felt left out and you didn’t want to anymore, dammit. 

You watched yourself in the mirror as steam overtook it, inch by inch. Until you were only staring at your eyes and the disbelief written all over your face. Would this even work? Were you wasting your time? 

“I need total, focused commitment from you.”

Dr. Richmond’s sultry voice skittered along your naked skin. Goosebumps raised on your flesh from the cold air moving through the house. You would be focused. You would be committed. This was something you wanted so badly, you were fucking desperate. 

So you took deep, measured breaths using the Box method a previous therapist told you about. You inhaled for a count of four, held for four, exhaled for a count of four, and then held it for four. You repeated the process, doing a full body scan. 

You focused on your head, starting with your scalp. You focused on your forehead, feeling the tension melt away and your eyebrows start to relax. You hadn’t even realized that you had it scrunched.

You brought your attention to your eyes, unfocusing them, and allowed them to close. You repeated the process, breathing the entire time, settling down into your body when your mind wanted so badly to escape. To flee. To leave the Horrors. 

When you felt your mind drift, you didn’t chastise yourself. You continued to breathe, focusing on your breaths until you continued with your scan. Your body relaxed fraction by fraction. Your shoulders lowered from up around your neck. Aches and pains became more prominent. 

Your belly expanded and you sighed. You hadn’t even noticed how often you clenched your stomach, never allowing yourself a full breath. You always had to be on edge. Never knew where the next danger was coming from. What new fresh hell you would encounter just around the corner. 

By the time you reached your feet, you felt more relaxed than you had in a long time. Your body prickled with your newfound awareness. Steam caressed your bareskin and you quickly hopped in the shower, letting the warm water cascade across your body.

The water felt different on your body. Each droplet may as well have been a tiny earthquake, popping all over your skin and making you tingle. This…wasn’t too bad. 

You lathered up your facial scrub and gently moisturized your face, soothing the stiff areas. Your jaw popped as it loosened and you moaned from the relief. 

How long? How long have you spent outside of your body? A stranger to it? A foreigner to this vessel you carried around? Had you truly loved your body when you were so alien to it? Or had you just learned to layer on the armor and pretend? 

God, you felt like crying. With one session, Dr. Richmond already had you re-thinking your entire life. Like the answer was there in your face the entire time and you just needed him to shine a light on it. 

You rinsed your face while you grabbed a washcloth and lathered up with your favorite soap. You added body wash and then took your time trailing the washcloth around your body. Starting with your neck, you worked your way down to your chest. 

You took your time feeling the rough cloth against your smooth, watery skin. You rounded the washcloth across your nipples and they beaded under the slow torture. Oh, this was new. This was very nice. 

You were focused, letting the water act as a sound machine, lulling you into a further relaxed state. You followed the washcloth with your hand, moving over and under your areolas and nipples. You pinched your nipples and gave it a tug. You gasped from the responding tug in your pussy.

You moved on, remembering Dr. Richmond’s words about not making it sexual. But fuck, how could you not? 

Heat flushed beneath your skin that had nothing to do with the hot water on your body. You washed your back and then moved lower, skirting your throbbing pussy and washed your legs and dug the cloth between your toes. 

On the way up, your fingers glided around your mound, your hips pushing forward. Your breathing turned rapid, feeling yourself getting more and more excited. Your brain turned to mush, retreating from your actions. Like it wanted to picture something else. You shook your head, and started up with your Box breathing again.

You stopped mid-shower to reorient yourself and get yourself back into that zone of ultimate calm. If Dr. Richmond were there…

You focused on what he might say. There was no rush. There was no rulebook for this sort of thing. There was no reason to chastise yourself. There was no test to pass or box you had to check in order to achieve an orgasm. You just needed to relax, dammit. 

Slowly, achingly slow, you went back to that calm. You continued lathering up your body and then rinsed the soap off. You repeated the process, adding more soap to thoroughly wash your body. To enjoy the feel of the cloth and water and soap on your skin. On your body. 

“This is the only body you’ll ever have so it’s time to think beyond simple body maintenance. Admire your body.”

This was the only body you would ever have. It was time you stopped treating it like the enemy. 

You turned off the water and then got out. The chill air hit the water on your back and you shrieked and shivered, quickly drying off. You went through your nightly routine, taking care of your teeth, face, and deodorant. You sat down on a decorated stool in your bathroom to apply your lotion.

As instructed, you looked at your body. Every mole, every scar, every bump, and every wayward hair. Being in your body was weird to say the least. You had to disassociate to survive your childhood and you never learned to drop those defenses. Your body never realized that it wasn't at war anymore. Or perhaps it was and this was battle fatigue. You were so damn tired.

You massaged the lotion into your skin and then slipped in your panties. You pulled on an ankle bracelet you got while visiting New York once and it made you feel extra pretty, so why not. You turned on your bedside light and pulled out a notebook.

You started a new entry and wrote about the sensations and revelations you experienced. Some of it you would discuss with Dr. Richmond and some of it was never leaving your grave. It felt good to get it all out, uninterrupted.

Sometimes, venting to someone else just gave them room to talk over you. To steer the direction back to them. Brooklyn was like that. In an effort to relate, she ended up taking over the convo and made it about her situation. Then you ended up comforting her about her issue and never feeling truly heard about yours.

In a journal however, you pretended that you were just relaying it to a friend. The type of friend who allowed you to speak. To get your jumbled thoughts out without getting mad or trying overshadow you. 

Done, you collapsed against your bed as if every ounce of strength left your body. You breathed through it, allowed your body to rest for a moment. The hell kind of voo-doo shit did your therapist put you through?

Immediately, warning bells went off in your mind. Surely, you would be whisked away to some super important task around the house. Surely, your phone would ring with some awful accident you had to attend to. Surely…nothing. You were drained. You had nothing. 

You had just enough energy to put the journal up, turn off the light, and drift off to the deepest sleep of your life.

Terry

Tasia bounced like a porn star on Terry’s dick and it wasn’t doing a damn thing for him. He felt himself getting soft the more Tasia shuddered with her pleasure. At least one of them was having fun. 

Maybe he rushed this. Too intent on getting you out of his mind that he hopped immediately into Tasia’s warm heat and didn’t consider that there was no substitution. He knew it was irrational to be drawn to you so fast. After only one session. He was conflicted on that front, but it went beyond just looks. 

Your case, your assessments, your willingness to try, and your obvious smarts was a cocktail shooting through his veins and turning his body liquid. The perfect sub was dropped into his lap and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

And as a man used to getting his way in the bedroom, it stuck in his craw that he couldn’t have you. That it wasn’t your pussy that his dick disappeared inside of. Would you moan loudly? Were you shy in the bedroom? Were you enthusiastic? 

What would your mouth look like taking the full length of him? How far down could you suck him? Did that same determination translate to the bedroom?

Tasia grunted beneath him as his dick rose back to life, thoughts of you turning him harder than a brick. He could build a house with how hard he was at the moment, picturing the curves on your body. The natural handles in your waist for his big hands to wrap around. To hold.

He moaned, picturing it all so clearly. His thumbs would dig into your back. The sounds you would make. His hips jerked just thinking of pounding into you. No mercy. You weren’t some fragile flower. Your insightful thoughts were like a mirror to his own. He wanted to explore with you. And the fact that he couldn’t had him pulling Tasia’s hair back.

“Call me Dr. Richmond,” he commanded.

“Yes, D-Dr. Richmond,” Tasia moaned. It was starting to piss him off. 

“Softer,” he said.

“Yes, Dr. Richmond,” she said, bringing her voice lower, softer. It was nowhere near your voice, but it’d do for the fantasy he concocted in his head. He didn’t have time for any extra tricks tonight. He just needed to get to the other side of his nut. 

He closed his eyes and thought about your case. He wondered if you were doing as you were told. He wondered how well you would take commands in the bedroom. If he even had to give commands at all. If you’d instinctively know what he needed when he needed it. Tasia used to know that. Tasia used to have him out of breath. 

Now…she was a beautiful girl with deep mocha skin, a cute face, and wide expressive eyes. She was like a little doe in a meadow somewhere. He was attracted to the overall softness of her and of her body. The natural way she seemed to know what he needed. 

Perhaps it was him that had changed. His tastes. He was no longer interested in a casual sub-relationship. Perhaps he wanted a more permanent sub. One he could explore every single nasty fantasy with and never get bored. He was getting older, getting into his early-thirties without a significant partner.

And that was what he wanted. A partner. An equal. Someone he raced home to see or spent his days thinking about how he would break her and put her back together like a puzzle box. 

Terry groaned and came into the condom, gripping Tasia’s asscheeks for dear life. It was one of the hardest climaxes he ever experienced. His release triggered hers, causing her to fall forward as her pussy gripped his dick. 

He pulled out and immediately disposed of the condom, coming back to help clean up Tasia. 

“That was…different,” she said, using the word in place of something else. He didn’t want his reputation to slacken in that regard, but hell, this whole thing had been a mistake. He still made sure she came twice before he did, but he usually put more oomph into his sexual exploits. 

He usually had Tasia popping her pussy on his face, or contorting her like a pretzel. Now…he was just over it. Over trying to impress someone that wasn’t permanent in his life. That he couldn’t play with whenever he wanted. He was no longer excited at the prospect of making many women cum. He just wanted to make one cum over and over again. He wanted to collect each one like trophies. 

Terry grabbed Tasia’s hand and kissed the back of it. “Forgive me. Tonight should’ve probably been a gym night,” he said. He smiled for good measure, but it was a close-lipped smile.

“Oh, I’m not complaining. That dick still know how to rock my world,” she said. She stood up, pulling on her sweats and sweatshirt, and slipping on her sneakers. He sat down on the bed and watched her, not feeling an ounce of desire. 

She leaned over and grabbed his chin, making him look up at her. “You take care of yourself and whatever or whoever got you in this funk. And if you need more relief, you know my number,” she said.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with another close-lipped smile. Tasia had been one of his longest play partners, he’d be sorry to see her go. She smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, showing herself out. 

Terry sat in his fancy bedroom in his fancy house, staring at the empty archway Tasia disappeared through. His mind and body told him that he was ready for something more. Something tangible. Something he could hold and never let go. He only hoped he found it soon.

You

You clutched your journal to your chest as you sat in Dr. Richmond’s office. Nothing about it had changed except the man himself. He chose to wear a cream colored outfit. A soft, oatmeal colored sweater and khaki pants with white sneakers. His gold rimmed glasses flashed every so often from the light overhead and you couldn’t help catching every single thing about him. If only to distract you from your racing thoughts.

It was one thing to live in your body when you were in the comfort of your own bathroom. Your mind escaped once more, retreated to the safest place you knew. Your knee bounced with nervousness. 

“You don’t have to share if you don’t want to. This is a safe space. It’s your space. You get to decide what we do here,” he said. 

You closed your eyes to the sound of his voice. If he wasn’t so damn helpful, you’d ask for someone else. Literally, anyone else. But he was the first therapist to give you a glimpse of the other side. You wanted that more than you were embarrassed.

“No, I want to share. I need to share,” you said. You licked your lips and then cracked open your journal. You skimmed over things you didn’t want to reveal just yet. Too embarrassing for a second meeting, of course.

“I think…I think my mind is safer. I am constantly on alert that I’m “doing the right thing”, as opposed to what actually makes me happy,” you said. 

When you didn’t say anything, Terry leaned back in his seat. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing the golden brown of his forearms. Your mind emptied of any other thought until he cleared his throat. “Can you expand on that?” 

You looked up into his eyes before heat rushed to your ears. You looked back at your journal, focusing on that rather than his lush, pink lips. 

You told him more about how you reached this conclusion. That there was a standard for being Black that you never quite achieved. That at any moment, multiple mobs of people were coming for your Black card. Or, you were constantly trying to over-achieve at school. You had to work twice as hard, had to be the smartest in the class, because if you came home with a B, your mom went on a long rant about being stupid and never achieving anything real in life. Or how everyone praised you at work for going above and beyond and then got mad when you couldn’t sustain it. You were constantly on the lookout for someone else’s standard.

“I have so many fucking voices in my ear, telling me to do this or do that. And I fucking hate it. Which is wild considering that that’s what I seek in a sexual partner,” you said.

Dr. Richmond smiled and nodded. “Your mind is trying to re-contextualize your upbringing. Being submissive is actually about putting yourself in the position of power. A dom is only as good as how well he treats his sub. It’s about the ultimate act of trust on the submissive’s part,” he explained.

“Yes! And how can I trust that someone isn’t going to…take what I say or want and abuse that or make fun of me for it?” You asked. You played with the corner of your journal, not willing to look at Dr. Richmond. You didn’t need to see the pathetic pity in his steel blue eyes. 

“You have to stand resolute in what you want. You have to recognize that pleasure and sex is about give and take. Trust and acceptance. The right partner isn’t going to make fun of you, abuse you, or rush you,” he said. 

You sighed and leaned back on the brown sofa. You felt like you were chasing a unicorn. What kind of guy was willing to be dominant and care about your needs? Reassure you when you needed and took control when your body sent massive panicked waves at him? Took care of the trust you were placing in him to help you relax and cum? While also being physically attractive to you and have you be attracted to him; not a chubby chaser, not a creep, and not an abuser? 

It was impossible. Hopeless.  

“If you’re comfortable, tell me more about what you found,” he said.

You took your mind off of your dream mystery man. When the fuck was it going to be your turn? 

You scanned your journal once more, noting the sensations about actually living inside your body. “I think when I feel an orgasm approaching, I get scared. And that could be part of why I’m blocking it, but even when I’m alone, I don’t know what it feels like. Or…”

“Or…?” Dr. Richmond prompted. 

You grimaced. Fuck, this was so hard to put into words. Too hard to expose yourself like this. But did you want to reach your sixties, seventies, never having a true orgasm? Never finding your way to actual release? 

“Or, there’s no way to control the orgasm,” you said.

Dr. Richmond nodded. “The goal isn’t to control it, you know,” he said. 

“I know!” You groaned and stood up. You thought better on your feet. Or maybe when you had something to do, you were better able to regulate the jumble of emotions inside of you. No wonder your emotions were all over the place. You spent too long disassociating, too long in your mind and not enough in your body. 

“What benefit do you get from being in control all the time?” The scratch of his pen on the notebook drew your attention to him. To his pretty face, dark eyelashes, and push lips. You watched as he wrote in his notebook. Watched the lines and planes of his gorgeous face. His short curled afro. 

“If I’m in control, if I never look weak or stupid or incompetent, then I win. I win at life. And all my bullies, from school to home are all wrong. There’s nothing wrong with me because I know what to do. I know what to say. I’m not an alien,” you said, taking a deep breath at the revelation.

Whatever your insurance company was paying him, they needed to double it. You admitted things you never had in the past. Your previous therapists attacked your problem sex first, focusing on different methods you could try. Some wanted you to describe, in detail, whatever you did to get yourself off. Safe to say they weren’t practicing ever again. 

“Do you believe there’s something wrong with you?” He asked. He leaned back in his seat, giving you an unflinching stare. His face gave away nothing, revealed nothing, as you thought through his question. 

“All the fucking time. Why else do friends keep leaving me? Or guys don’t want me? Or my mom is…my mom,” you said. 

“Have you considered that you aren’t the problem?” He asked.

“How could I not be? I’m the only common denominator,” you said. You flopped back onto the couch but it wasn’t that soft. It thudded under your weight and you took a deep breath. Fuck, you wanted to cry. Tears pricked your eyes, turning them hot and itchy. You refused to cry in front of this man. 

This strange, quiet man who seemed to read you like one of the many books on his bookshelf. No wonder he had so many degrees. He could drag a full confession from a mute. 

“That may be true. But, bear with me, consider that you aren’t the problem. If you take yourself out of the equation, what are you left with?” He asked. He leaned forward on his desk and the sudden intensity of the question made your mind blank.

You had…nothing. No explanation, no back up. You were used to making yourself the problem. The issue had to be you. If it wasn’t you…

You shrugged your shoulders and looked away from him. The silence stretched on, so quiet you could hear the quiet tick of the clock on the wall. 

“Don’t shy away now, dig into it. If it’s not you, then…?” Dr. Richmond prompted. 

The question only seemed to make you clamp up. Your tongue swelled. Your throat constricted. If it wasn’t you, then what? Everyone was incapable of giving you what you wanted? Everyone just had an agenda against you? Please, that was narcissistic as hell. 

Dr. Richmond stood up from his desk and took off his glasses. He pulled out a drawer and retrieved a glass cleaner cloth. He cleaned his glasses and walked around the front of his desk.

“Consider, for a moment, that other people have deficiencies as well. That people congregate in groups because biologically, it’s safer. We seek groups to be in and when we can’t find one, we tend to think that we’re the problem. That we are outcasts, getting left out to defend ourselves. But all that means is that we haven’t found our group yet. You’re trying to fit a round peg into a square hole. You don’t belong with the squares, so no, you won’t fit in with them. 

“The same goes for sex. Everybody has their preferences. People have their kinks, their needs. When those needs aren’t meant, society teaches us to look at our own deficiencies rather than someone else’s. Perhaps the man you need sexually is far different from the men you take to bed,” he said. He waved around his glasses as he spoke, drawing attention to his massive hands. 

Seriously, they were huge. Like two lion paws that could strike down someone with one hit. He held his glasses by the frame, waving it around delicately as he spoke. You were still paying attention to his words, but fuck…he was unreal. 

“But how do I find the man that I need sexually?” You asked.

Terry

Terry inwardly groaned as you asked him that. Plenty of suggestions came to mind, each too crass to suggest. How could he tell you to go into another man’s arms? How could he send you to another man to unleash that hidden hellcat within you and he wouldn’t get to experience it? 

He needed to end this. End this before it even began. He placed his glasses back on his face and crossed a line that he never thought he would. “I think we have more work to do to adjust the way you think about sex before we get into how you attract what you’re seeking. In fact, I’d suggest you abstain from sex until we get deeper into this,” he said.

“Abstain?” You snorted and he fought a smile. Your face showed absolute disgust, like the mere thought was abhorrent. 

“Abstain. From what you’ve told me and what’s in your file, you jumped from overcoming your initial thoughts and reluctance about sex right to jumping into bed. Without really, truly exploring yourself first. Kids explore their bodies all the time right? They grow conscious of themselves and start thinking about hey, my equipment is different from someone else’s equipment,” he said.

You couldn’t help but giggle and it caused him to smirk in return. Yes, it was silly. Talking about sex was silly. But it was true. “And as you start to notice people that you’re attracted to, you start to grow conscious of hormones in your system. Brain chemistry. All the fun stuff that goes into attraction. You start to touch yourself more, explore your preferences through porn or books or experimentation.”

You cringed when he brought up experimentation. He tilted his head. “Did you go through an experimentation phase?” He asked.

You closed your eyes and sighed as if it were the last question you wanted to answer. You completely fascinated him. He had no idea what would come out of your mouth next. How you would respond to certain questions or ideas. 

He snuck a glance at the clock, he was nearing the end of the session. He flexed his jaw. This was so damn irritating. By the time you were willing to open up, it was time to end it. He wished he could carve out a month of sessions to get you to lower your defenses and let him inside. 

“No? I grew up in the wrong generation. All everyone thought about was sex and while I did too, no one was checking for the fat Black nerds unless it was a prank. And I saw everything as a prank. I was always getting pointed at, made fun of, stared at. Jesus, being exposed fucking sucks! So, no, I didn’t experiment. There was no one to fucking experiment with. 

“And it wasn’t like I could go ten feet from my mom without her up my ass about where I was going. Claiming she just didn’t want me to get snatched when all she really wanted was just to control me. To not let me end up like her. Young and pregnant,” you practically yelled, spewing way more vitriol than he expected.

He figured it was a sore spot for you by the way you grimaced, but he hadn’t been expecting…that. Again, he balled his fists thinking of every person that ever let you down. Every person that was supposed to uplift you, guide you, help you, all dropped the ball in teaching you about self love.

Every experience every kid was supposed to have was denied to you. Instead of being asked out with interest, with sincerity, boys treated it like a prank. He was wild in his youth, he wasn’t always nice to people, or he went through life like a little gremlin. But he liked to think he mellowed somewhat in high school. Treating everyone with respect. From the nerds to the jocks. He didn’t know what not trusting people’s words felt like. Like everything that someone said came laced with poisoned barbs ready to sting. 

“This is so fucking stupid,” you whispered. Your lip trembled but no tears fell down your face. 

Fuck, even now you were trying to hold everything in. Control a natural response to something painful. “When was the last time you cried?” Terry asked.

You stood up and snatched your purse and journal from the couch. “Session’s up, right?” You asked. You avoided looking at him as you rushed to the exit. The faux glass door clanged against the wall as you threw open the door and left, steps echoing on the linoleum flooring. 

He stared at the door as it lazily swung back and he wondered. And he pondered. 

Wheww, need more? The Secret Terry Richmond Files | Part 1

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[thicksimpx]

Pairing : retired!Enji x Succubus!neighbor reader

Warnings: mature content, mature language, masturbation, rough sex, slight dom/sub, blood kink, biting, reader is a mythical creature, anal fingering, cum eating/swallowing, semi-public sex

Summary : former pro hero Endeavor needs some ass and accidentally summons the woman of his dreams who oddly resembles his new neighbor🌚

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It was one of those days. One of those days that just never seemed to fucking end with some form of chaos and the former pro hero Endeavor couldn't take it anymore. He was mentally prepared to suit up at any moment and continue to show the world that he still had it and could protect them no matter how much he's aged unlike someone (All might). Coughing into his fist he watched the news in horror. The new generations of heroes and villains were reckless. On the verge of bursting into to flames while watching the hero current #2 Dynamite blow building to bite as he chased after minor villains.

"Relax" Shoto sighed coming up behind his dad with Fuyumi following behind him. "We came to see how you were and your about to burn a hole through the couch" he deadpanned as he sat down on the couch furthest from his father who looked ready to combust.

"Daddy is just stressed that’s all" Fuyumi said sitting next to Enji making his expression soften.

"Daddy" Shoto quotes playfully mocking Fuyumi with small smile earning a giggle from her. "... Needs some ass or something. What are you stressed for? You're retired” he continued going back to his normal straight face as he sips his tea.  Fuyumi gasp lightly slapping Shoto on the head, opening her mouth to apologize to her dad for her younger brother.

"No. It’s fine" Enji holds up his hand. Crossing his arms, staring at the television oblivious to Shoto and Fuyumi staring at him. Maybe I do need to get laid.

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His hand slid up and down his dick as he imagined being buried in a cunt. Specifically, his new golden skinned neighbor, he's only ran into her once, but he can’t get her face out of his mind.  A few breathy moans fall off his lips as he felt coming close finishing at the thought of her on her knees before him, begging for his cum. With a choked breath, he desperately thrust into his hand, vision blurring as he came.

With furrowed brows, Enji watched as his semen follows down the drain of the shower. Sighing, he stepped back letting the water follow over his head and down his body.

Hopping out the shower, he takes a moment to look at himself in the foggy mirror. Wiping the fog away he grimaced at his reflection. "SHOTOOOOOOOOOOOOO" he shouts as his body burst into flames. Shutting his eyes, he takes a deep breath to calm himself, patting the towel -now engulfed in flames.

"I can’t believe I defiled myself thinking that was the solution" he mumbled walking to his bedroom. After jacking off in the shower, he did not feel the slightest bit better. Maybe I should try to get out there and find someone to give the ass Shoto claims I need.

He briefly looks out his bedroom window, eyes focusing on his beautiful neighbor in her garden. Its 10:30.. what are you doing out there? Spacing out, he hardly notices the way you spotted him in the window shirtless. Not until you smiled and waved at him. He blinks body stiffening with guilt as he recalls his shower session filled with thoughts of you and he quickly snatches the curtains closed, missing the way your eyes light up with desire.

Sighing, he gets into bed- embarrassed. Staring up at the ceiling, he wondered what your quirk was. Could you read his thoughts? Did you know what he did in the shower? Do you know how he craves you?

Shaking off his anxieties, Enji decides not to worry about it, about you. Maybe Shoto was right, he did need to get laid, he was pent up. However, he doesn't want that to overpower his will to atone and continue striving to be a better father - now that he has more time on his hands. Irritated with his thoughts he sucks in a deep breath and tucks his arm behind his head, closing his eyes. It takes a few minutes but jacking off might've helped him as he drifts off into a deep slumber.

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With a gasp, he eyed snapped open to reveal his office at his agency. Looking around, he spotted things that have been placed before retirement, like the black leather couch he bought when he heard Shoto say he liked it. This must be a dream.

Looking down, he noticed he wasn't in his hero uniform but rather a button down and slacks. Panic begins to settle in as he watches a pair of beautifully manicured hands appear from under his desk and slide up his legs to his crotch.  Pushing his seat back, he finds the source of the hands. His beautiful neighbor. Definitely a dream.

"What’s wrong?" You ask from underneath the desk with your head tilted to the side to appear innocent. His breathe was caught in his throat as you crawled from under the desk towards him revealing yourself in nothing but a bra with your breast spilling out, a pencil skirt with your ass hanging out and garter belt attached to your thigh highs with your thighs spilling over like a can of biscuits. But what really caught his attention was the diamond studded collar around your neck that read "Enji T.”. Is my imagination this strong?

"W-hat- h-how?" He stammered over his words swallowing thickly as you reached for her belt buckle.

"Shhh. Mr. Todoroki. You need to relax, and you called me here to help you. I want to help you sir” you coo pulling his dick out. Your tongue darted out tasting him. He choked out a moan from feeling something other than his hand. You grabbed the base as you slowly closed your mouth around the tip. He arched in his seat, bucking his his up uncontrollably -clearly touch starved- until his dick reached the back of your throat.

"W-wait!" He shouts stopping you. "This feels too real"

You bat your eyelashes with his dick in your mouth as he stares down at you. Your mouth doesn't move but he can hear your voice, like it’s in his head. "It’s your dream, I beg you, do whatever you want to me Enji"

Placing his overly large hands on either side of your face, he begins to thrust into your mouth slowly, salivating from the realization that you don't have a gag reflex.  Enji slid his feet slightly apart to ground himself before slipping his hand through your braids as he felt you sucking and swallowing in between every shallow thrust into your mouth.  You were sucking his climax out if him with hardly any effort.  Trembling moans fell from his lips when you hollowed your cheeks and squeezed his balls hard making his legs buckle. He tightly grips a handful your braids pulling his dick free from your sinful mouth and cums on your face.

You closed your eyes, happily accepting the warm liquid he gave you. Listening to him grunt and groan as he came to a complete finish, letting go of your hair and slumping back into his seat. You open your eyes, waiting for him to look at you as you still kneeled before him.  The moment he realized you were still in-front of him, you stuck out your unusually long tongue and licked the cum from every corner of your face with a devious smile - listening to him panting, dick jumping in excitement as you savored his taste.

"You're right, it is a dream" he smiles like a maniac. I’m going to take what I can get, who knows if I’ll be able to get this close to her. At least I can have her in my dream .. even if it’s just once.

Standing up from his seat his pants fall to his ankles. You stick your tongue out expecting for him to fuck your face, he grabs you by the collar and throws you across his desk. Your eyes glow with lust as you get on your knees, spreading your legs wide and laying your chest on the desk with your ass in the air, shocking Enji.

"What are you waiting for? Come fuck me” he burst into flames at your tone. who did you think you were talking to him that way? Wasting no time, he grabs the crotch part of your panties burning them off your body and sheathed himself fully inside you with one slow thrust.

"You feel so good" he moans with a shudder, running his warm hands up your back pushing you down. You feel the heat from his flaming pubes on your ass, but you don't mind, he could burn you to a crisp if it meant he'll still be fucking your corpse.

Your eyes roll back, and tongue falls out as Enji starts fucking into you, pushing up your smaller than average skirt. Without warning his hand comes down and smacks your ass, heating up just a bit past comfort—you cry out in pleasure and pain. He's hitting all your sweet spots as he thrust into you faster and all you can feel is the heat from his body smothering you, while your cunt is struggling to adjust to the thickness of his dick.

His dick coming almost all the way out of you before slamming in back again and again — and the pleasure is so overwhelming you simply focus your vision, eyes crossing.  A cold glob of saliva plops onto your exposed asshole and before you can process what might happen, Enji shoves in a thick finger, thrusting in unison with his thrust into your cunt.

"Yes, fuck me faster Enji!" You cry out. he grunts in response adding a second finger to your ass and relentlessly starts ramming his hips into your ass, his rhythm unsteadies, feeling overstimulated from watching your ass bounce every time you pushed back against him. Feeling overwhelmed from the sight of your cunt creaming around him and juices sliding down dripping on the desk and on the floor from his balls.

"Dammit" he shouts voice laced with disappointment. You feel his dick twitching as he starts moving weakly and in shallow thrusts. His warmth starts over filling your insides as he cums for the second time, inside of you.

Out of breath, he pulls out- a sloppy wet sound echoing in the now quiet room. He may be tired, but you’re not done. You're here to drain him. You've been smelling his desire from the moment you moved in.

You flip over, sitting on the desk. You spread your legs wide, leaning back and propping your feet on the desk. "Enji..." you coo. "Look at the mess you made" spreading the folds of your cunt Enji watched as his cum leaks out of you and on his desk.

"Oh? Did that turn you on?" You whisper from behind him wrapping your arms around his neck. Confused and turned on, Enji swallowed and nodded. Looking back only to find you gone again but on the couch. Silently you motion for him to come to you with a single finger. As if in a trace, he kicks of his pants and quickly makes his way to the couch. You push him down on it and straddle him.  You grab his dick and slowly slide down to the base feeling your clit rub against his pelvis letting out a small moan. You bite your lip and experimentally lift your hips and slam them back down, watching Enji's face contort with pleasure.

Giggling sadistically, start to steadily bounce up and down on Enji's dick.  Squelching and queefing sounds coming from your cunt with the evidence of your last round leaking out onto his lap. Sliding your hands up your body you knead your breast, pinching and pulling at your nipples, putting on a show for him.

He places his hands on your hips watching you enjoy yourself with his dick. Eyes closed and moaning like a bitch in heat. He swore he saw tiny horns appear on your head and your teeth did look a bit sharper. Maybe it was the post climactic fog messing with his head, maybe it was his dream turning into a nightmare. When you opened your eyes to look at him, he saw your pupils changed, from normal to heart shaped. The horns were definitely there, but that didn't make his dick any less hard.  It was a dream after all, and he wants his fill of you before he wakes up and goes back to being the old man next door.

Gripping your hips tighter, he starts to slam you down on his dick, you have to grip the back of the couch for balance as he's ripping orgasm out of orgasm out of you.  Your appetite for sex had begun to outweigh your appetite for the energy you needed to survive, and you couldn't care less. Though, All the squirting, the way his dick remained hard through all of this, even now with his brows furrowed as he impaled you on his dick, the smell, it made you want more, you needed more. And you knew what that more was.

Placing small soft kisses to his neck as you bounce up and down, you feel a vein.  Sticking your tongue out you lightly lick the vein and bite down sinking your fangs into his neck. Enji groans almost animalistic as his dick began to throb cumming for the third time, eyes closed, and mouth gaped open as you sucked him dry. You pull off his neck swirling his blood around his neck over the bite mark with the tips of your fingers

"Far better than I expected, neighbor. I didn't think you could keep up; I might come back for seconds" you whisper licking his blood from your fingers.

"W-we can keep going" He huffs trying to catch his breathe

"I’m sorry love" you fake pout with a laugh as you cup his face "it’s time to wake up" bumping your foreheads together, "I’ll see you soon"

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Gasping for air, Enji sat up seeing the sun peeking into his bedroom through the sheer curtains. Looking at his phone the time read 6:30am, he slept through the whole night for once. It really was a dream, shit. Lifting the blanket, he eyes his lap in disgust seeing is soiled briefs.

Stripping out of them he heads the bathroom rubbing his aching neck.  Eyes closed he begins his morning routine, sleep still clear in his eyes as he reaches for his toothbrush. His heart nearly stops at the slight of blood smeared on his hand. Looking in the mirror, he sees a trail of red on his neck, moving closer he makes out the faint bite mark. Instantly, his dick gets hard again at the sight of the mark and memories of his dream.  Groaning he gets into the shower prepared to cure his erection, hoping it'll lure you back to him, assuming that’s what enticed you in the first place - for another round.

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[flamingo-writes]

Would i maybe be able to request an eddie x reader where the reader is newish in town, moved into trailer park on her own and needed a new weed dealer so robin/steve sent her to eddie. After meeting a few times they realize they have a lot in common and there's obvious sexual and romantic tension. So when the reader gets locked out of her trailer in the pouring rain she ends up at eddies and spicyness or fluff ensues

I saw this ask right before heading to bed, and I swear I dreamed of this. I woke up and got started right away. Now that In ave finished this, I can now have breakfast and get ready to start my day. I NEEDED to write this before anything else happened.

Warnings: slight nsfw? Not explicit tho, but still sexy themes 😳🌚 Eddie being a dork (this is a warning ok?)

Made For You

Title based off I Was Made for Lovin’ You by KISS

Mixtape Masterlist

I love this gif, I could stare forever at this gif, his hair, his shirt, his everything!

“Shit, why today..." you wised softy as you gave up looking for your keys in your backpack.

Sighing deeply, you ran towards one of your neighbor's trailer hiding underneath the small roof they had, clothes soaked and shaking lightly as you hugged yourself in an attempt to warm yourself. The rain was falling violently, cold big drops that felt like they were drilling your body making you shiver to the bone, making the mission of looking for your keys the worst ordeal ever.

Wondering how much longer would you need to wait before going back to your trailer and sneak in through the window you usually left unlocked, you heard an engine growing closer and louder as you looked over your shoulder and saw Eddie’s van parking outside his trailer. Your heart skipping a beat, as you grabbed your backpack and threw it over your shoulder and sprint out of your safe spot, going back down under the freezing rain.

Among the chaotic rain blurring his sight, Eddie picked up a silhouette running towards him, and soon saw it was you. Frowning confused as to why the hell were you j Dee the rain, he moved to a side and opened the driver’s door.

"The fuck are you doing out there, dummy? Get in!" He yelled as you didn’t think twice about it, and got into his van, sitting behind the steering wheel and closed the door, catching your breath.

"Sugar, what the hell?" He asked with a cheeky grin as he looked at you, skin glistening with raindrops, and skin covered in goosebumps as he noticed the slight shivering.

"Locked myself out of my trailer again…” You sighed as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

"Great day to forget your keys, huh?"

"Next time I’ll make sure to check the weather before deciding to forget my keys…" You joked, making him chuckle softly.

"C’mon’ He said, jerking his head to a side as he grabbed his keys and opened the copilot door, jumping out of his van and rushing to his trailer. You looked at him and followed him, as he took a few seconds to open his trailer and let you walk in first before following you.

"Whew, shit, that’s cold, man" Eddie chuckled as you left your backpack by the door, "Welcome to Casa de Eddie, feel free to stay here until the rain stops and you can manage a way to get back into your trailer" Eddie said looking at you, his stare softening.

His heart raced slightly, as he thought about how of the many times he’d fantasized of bringing you to his place, but this never really occurred to him. However, he was not going to complain.

"Thank you," You whispered softly giving him a genuine grateful smile, making his heart skip a beat, and making him smile.

"No problem, sweetheart…" He said as he looked at you, remembering how your clothes were practically soaked and sticking to your body while his jacket was barely wet. "You should, probably take those off or you’ll catch a cold’ He said spinning in his toes as he went to his room.

Feeling slightly embarrassed by the mess his room was, if he’d knows this was going to happen, he would’ve tied up a little bit. And perhaps done some laundry, as he noticed he didn’t have much clean clothes, which reminded him the tiny fact that his uncle had asked him to do the laundry. He grabbed one of his hoodies, and since there wasn’t much where to choose from, he grabbed his last pair of clean pajama pants and walked back out of the living room, to find you still shaking and still by the door.

“Not the best outfit I could put together, but I haven’t done the laundry yet" He said with a slight shy smile on his lips as you giggled and grabbed. "Yo-you can use my room. Just…ignore the mess…Normally it’s not that bad…and I didn’t expect to bring such a pretty girl here today and—" You laughed softly looking at him amused, as you noticed the slight blush coloring his cheeks.

"It’s fine. Don’t worry, my room is messy always…" You said as you walked to his room.

It was easy to ignore the mess, as your heart was beating in your ears, and your stomach was about to burst with a million butterflies. The amount of posters in his walls catching your attention as you learned a little bit more of the guy who’d struck you shortly after moving to Hawkins. You felt some sort of relief that his metal head look didn’t just stop in his clothes and also had his room decorated as such. You didn’t know why, but you found it terribly endearing.

Taking off your cold wet clothes, you changed into his oversized Black Sabbath hoodie. Thinking this hoodie must be still big on him as it fit you ridiculously loose, almost working as a dress, as it covered your ass effortlessly. And god, the smell. There was the familiar and comforting smell of his cologne and smoke, and traces of weed. You looked at yourself in his mirror, feeling your body boiling as you saw yourself in his hoodie, making you wish you’d look just like this but perhaps under another context. You remembered this hoodie, the first time you bought weed from him, shortly after making it to Hawkins and Steve mentioning Eddie could get you weed. He had this hoodie on when you first met, and remembered that it did look big on him.

"But don’t engage with him, he’s trouble…and weird…" Steve had told you.

But you couldn’t help but fall head over heels for him after your first interaction. All of him screamed your type, he looked intimidating, but was actually gentle and polite, and as you two slowly became friends, and the more you learned about him, the harder it was to not be smitten.

"You there?" He asked, knocking in the door, breaking you from your thoughts as you flinched lightly.

"Ye-yeah…" You said walking towards the door, completely forgetting to put on his pajama pants, and just staying with his hoodie covering your body. "Sorry, I got distracted looking at your posters…"

His heart stopped, and he swore he died for a second and found himself in heaven when he saw you, evidently not wearing nothing but his hoodie. His heart raced, his jeans felt weirdly tighter, breathless and so stupidly in love.

"Whoa, darlin’, I’m all for women’s rights, and I reckon, I am in no position to tell you what to do, although you should’ve warned me though that you were going to ditch the pajamas…" His joke was more for himself to cope with the sudden raging hormones taking over him.

"Ah, shit! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!" You panicked, pulling his hoodie lower to cover your legs, suddenly too ashamed as you felt your face heating up and your heart going erratic.

The sudden flustered look you had made him laugh softly, as he grabbed you by the shoulders gently, calling your name.

"Babe, I’m messing with you" He giggled, his hands going to cup your face. "Hey, it’s cool, my hoodie is humongous on you, besides you usually wear cute little skirts and dresses to school…It’s. It like I’m seeing something new—" He said, stopping himself as he realized how bad his comment sounded, "Shit, sorry, I sounded like a total creep…" He said closing his eyes slightly embarrassed and letting go of your face. "I’m gonna stop talking now…"

Seeing him flustered, just like you, made your heart skip a beat as you felt slightly less ashamed, comforted by his reaction. You chuckled awkwardly.

"What a pair, huh?" You said. "I forget to put in pants, you sound like a weirdo…"

"Yeah, I guess we’re even now…" He sighed looking at you, not being able to deal with the sight of you wearing his clothes. God, he loved his Black Sabbath hoodie, but he liked it better in you, and he thought about you keeping it until your sweet perfume and soft smell of your shampoo got impregnated in it before asking for it back.

He called your name, although, was tasked by surprise when you called his just at the same time. The both of you giggling awkwardly as you exchanged shy stares. You clinging to his hoodie for dear life, as he felt his heart about to jump out of his throat.

Before anything else could happen, he seized his chance and cupped your face again in his hands as he pulled you closer, kissing you. Not really thinking what he was doing, and not realizing what he’d done until you moaned softly against his lips and kissed him back. His entire body tingling, senses hyper reactive and hyper focused on you, he felt like a virgin all over again as he melted against your lips. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you towards him as you hugged him back, squeezing your chest against his, and making him see stars behind his closed eyes, this time, Eddie moaning into the kiss.

The rain kept pouring outside, loudly, raging, as the both of you lost yourselves to each other, molding to each other, and eventually ending up on his bed. Eddie’s clothes started falling to the floor of his floor, however, he refused to take his hoodie off of you until the very end.

He kissed and tasted every inch of your body, whispering your name like a mantra, as you scratched his skin every time he found a soft spot that made you feel in ecstasy. Driven by the sounds of pleasure each other made, you gave in, tangling your bodies together, the needy heat only growing hotter, however, the sweet shy tenderness of just found lovers remained there, as he claimed you as his and you marked him as yours, you wasted the afternoon away forgetting about everything else. Eddie’s music, and the sweet echoes of the rain hitting the roof of the trailer filled in the room, silencing each other’s sweet nothings, concealing your love confessions just to yourselves.

Sometime throughout the night, the rain finally stopped, although you didn’t really notice, not even after waking up next to Eddie, his warm body next to yours, keeping you warm under his sheets, as now his slow breathing was everything that could be heard in his room. You were far too comfortable snuggled in his embrace to dare to go back to your trailer anytime soon. You kissed his chest, your lips lingering on his tattoo over his heart as he hummed softly.

"Morning, sweetheart…" He purred in a husky voice as you looked at him and smiled, seeing his sleepy smile and his messy hair.

"Good morning, Eddie" You purred as you leaned forward and kissed the corner of his lip. He hummed.

"You should lock yourself out of your trailer more often…"

"On a rainy day?"

"Specially on a rainy day…" He chuckled as he cupped your cheek and brought you closer, kissing you sweetly.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

There’s a post I saw about Félix and pepa teasing Julieta and Agustin about being particularly loud the previous night 🌚 so I was wondering if you could maybe write about said night and then write the following morning with Félix and pepa teasing them lmaooo <3

Oh I saw this prompt and I'm SO happy to have a hand in it ❤️

"Shhh, you're going to get us caught, chico travieso~"

Félix groaned as he lifted his head up a bit. He lightly kicked Pepa, making her groan in return.

"Oye, caught with what?"

"What?"

"You just said 'you're going to get us caught'"

Pepa rolled over to face him, the moonlight being just enough to illuminate her face.

"I didn't say anything. Maybe you were just dreaming. Go back to bed."

Eh, he supposed that was possible. He kissed her forehead and went back to bed.

"Dios you're such a big, beautiful woman. I can't wait to hold those pretty hands over your head~"

Félix felt a kiss on his cheek, and awoke yet again to a very flushed looking Pepa.

"Aw, you called me big~...if you wanted me Félix, you could've just asked."

He looked at her, absolutely confused.

"I WANT to take credit, but I can't. I didn’t say anything."

"Really? Huh. Maybe we were both hearing things. You still wanna do it?"

He yawned, and yawned loudly.

"In the morning. Papi's tired."

"Alright, good night, for real this time."

She laid back down with him, and he fell back to sleep. For a second. Until yet another sound invaded his ears.

"You want it in your ass this time? Or your pretty pussy?"

Félix and Pepa both turned to look at each other.

"Okay I know that's not you, you know I prefer pussy."

"Yeah what IS that?...hold on, listen."

They sat there for a moment, and listened.

"Aw, does little Auggy want me to suck on him? Can you hold it until you're in my ass this time?"

They looked at the wall. Then each other. Then the wall. Then each other. Félix had to cover his mouth to not roar in laughter, while Pepa looked HORRIFIED.

"No. Oh my god no."

"Pepa-"

"Don't you say it."

"Pepa your sister is getting FUCKED, I can't-"

"Cállate! Oh my god why can we fucking hear them? We NEVER hear them!"

"They never fuck this late at night- oh my god Casita's walls are thin as shit."

They panicked for a moment, trying to figure out how to make this stop. But it only got worse.

"I'm...I'm a good baby."

"That's right! Mi bebé Auggy~"

Félix snorted so hard his head hurt, despite Pepa's scolding.

"Oh my god this is gross-"

"I really fucking hope this isn't a baby fetish I'm hearing. Oh my god what if it is?"

"I'm knocking on the wall-"

"No, Pepa! Wait!"

Félix grabbed her hand before she could make her way to the wall.

"W-you WANT to hear this?!"

"Pepa, they've dealt with our shit for years. Plus, let's face it, your sister NEEDS this. Let's just cover our ears, and NOT embarrass them."

Pepa shivered upon hearing a moan coming from her sister. She took a deep breath, before groaning.

"Fine. Just. Fine."

Pepa got back into bed, and they bothered covered their ears. Surprise, they did NOTHING to help.

"Mierda- faster, please, you're RIGHT there!"

"J-just pull my hair, just like that mami-!"

"Gotta hand it to him, dude's got a nice fucking pace going o-"

"STOP. Oh my god don't listen to my sister having SEX you pervert!"

"I can't help it if they're loud!"

Pepa grabbed a pillow, wrapped it over her face, and screamed into it. Pepa was hating this. But Félix? He was having a great time, because this was HILARIOUS. In some really weird ass way, he was proud of his buddy. Not too proud to NOT tease him about this in the morning though, absolutely not.

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"Shh! You're being too loud!"

"Stop being so pretty then?"

Augustín was restless tonight. Really restless. The second they hit the bed, he was just all over her. And when Agustín wanted her, truly and really wanted her, she couldn't say no. That was probably why she had him tied up to the bed, and was currently riding the hell out of his cock. He was loud when she sucked him off, loud when she pulled his pretty hair. And of course it had to be when the entire house was asleep. She sighed, and got off of him, much to his displeasure.

"Agustín, we can't do this if you're loud!"

He looked at her with such a helpless pout, she felt as if she kicked a puppy on the street.

"I can't...help it. You feel SO good. Please? I need mami."

She ran her fingers through his scalp, before gripping onto his hair, and forcing his head back to look at her. His dick twitched at the feeling, desperate for more stimulation. What was she going to do with this man?

"Hmmm...I think I know how to keep you quiet."

She plucked her underwear off the bed, holding it up for him to see.

"This, will help you be quiet. You like my underwear, don't you Agustín?"

Everyone thought Félix was the one constantly in need of sex, but her Agustín wasn't exactly a puritan. He had used her underwear to masturbate countless times, and even now, she'd catch him sniffing them while he touched himself. He shook his head, a bit embarrassed over this particular part of himself.

"I...no?"

"You shouldn't lie to your wife. She might not be so nice to you. So, we're going to use this, so you can stay nice and quiet ~"

She forced his mouth open, and shoved her underwear inside. He was trying to play it off like it was disgusting, but they both knew the truth. He liked it. He liked being silenced by mami like this, he liked the way mami crawled back into his lap, and slowly sank back down onto him. She cupped his face in his hands as she started to ride him again, pussy soaked as she consumed him over and over again.

"There we go...good boy Agustín. Such a good boy. Look at who's being quiet."

Her hips moved into him with a bit more fervor than she meant to, but she couldn't help it. He was so pretty, his cock felt so good, and it was heaven, doing this in the dead of night. He stared up at her with adorable, helpless eyes, mumbling against the cloth. Okay so she really put the underwear in his mouth because she wanted to, rather than the sound.

She didn't give a shit about the sound, especially given her own loud noises.

"Shhhh. You're already too close, Agustín. Breathe, relax. Oh don't give me those eyes. It's okay that you cum too quick. It's cute. I just want you to try to last for me. I want to squeeze it out of you. Every little drop."

She stopped moving, rubbing her clit in little circles. She wanted to cum before him, she wanted him to spill into a nice, satisfied pussy.

"Such a good puppy. I'm...g-going to ride you again. Hold it for me."

He looked so uncertain, as if he didn't believe in himself. She loved having sex with her husband, he was a handsome, well built man. But he was always so quick to finish, despite his best efforts. He had gotten better with age, but he almost always finished first. But she was going to go slow, let him work up his stamina a little.

So that was a fucking lie.

She grabbed onto his hair, making an absolute mess of those soft, salt and pepper locks, and rode the SHIT out of that cock. His cries were muffled by the underwear, his legs kicked at the bed and made a mess of the sheets, and she wished she could go slower. Desperately wished she could.

"You're so loud. So...fucking loud, Agustín. You're lucky you're my big pretty puppy, since you're being very, v-very bad-"

He finished. He didn't mean to, given his loud, dramatic wine, but he did. She stopped moving, feeling ribbons of cum paint her inner walls. He had so much in him, it felt so hot and lovely inside of her.

"Oh...Agustín. You finished all too soon, mi vida."

She slowly peeled the underwear out of his mouth, drool running down his lips alongside his heavy, almost distressed panting.

"I'm s-sorry. I tried, really I did. You're just so pretty and you t-talk to me in the way I like...does puppy still get punished?"

She nodded. She didn't shame Agustín for how quick he was, as he shouldn't be ashamed of this, but she still punished him for disobeying her from time to time. She slowly peeled off of him, letting him watch his own cum seep out of her. He knew what was coming, and he accepted his punishment fully. She scooted up to him, and sank herself down onto his face, smothering him with her pussy. She wrapped her thighs around his face, knowing damn well he liked it.

"That's a good puppy. Clean up your mess. All of it. And when you're done, we're going to try this again. Understand?"

She leaned back a bit so she could stroke his very sensitive cock, making him practically yelp into her folds. His nose practically smothered her clit, his tongue was obedient and eager to please. She couldn't resist pulling him further into her by his hair, and she tried not to squeeze his head so tightly, but he was doing SUCH a good job, she couldn't help it.

"Just like that...mami is SO close. Keep going puppy, k-keep...!"

And there it was. The orgasm she deserved. She came right into his pretty mouth, head tossed back as she rode her perfect orgasm. Something about her husband letting himself be used just to please her, oh it only made this all the more delicious. She slowly peeled off of him, letting the poor man get a gasp of air. He sat there, panting, drool and cum and juuces trickling down his face.

"Oye, how long WAS that?"

She looked at the clock, lightly whistling.

"Two and half minutes. Jeez you are REALLY good at holding your breath."

"Record is still four minutes, this isn't that good."

She chuckled, gently combing her fingers through his sweaty hair.

"It was good for ME, if that helps~"

He giggled like the dork he was, leaning up to smooch her hand.

"Always does. I'm really glad we did this. The hand tying was new though, how'd you learn to do that?"

Should she tell him she read it from a book about prisoner getting absolutely RAILED as a punishment? Probably not.

"Oh uh. Just one of those things you pick up. Now, do you need me to let you free?"

He thought about it, before a grin was plastered all over his face.

"I thought puppy had to be punished~"

Usually she was one and done. But fuck it. Shd had to teach her boy a lesson.

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"Well, someone is looking fresh today."

Julieta looked up from the stove at Félix. A bit embarrassed by the compliment, she tried to adjust her hair a bit.

"Oh, gracias Félix. Nice of you to say. Coffee?"

"Please. Need that shit strong, and a cup for Pepa. We got NO sleep last night."

She was about to ask why, when Agustín walked in with Pepa.

"No, Pepa, I respect you as a sister in law, but you're wrong."

"You got your head stuck in the fucking toilet yesterday, I'm not gonna let you be right."

Julieta chuckled as she served Félix his coffee, and got a cup for Pepa. They got along well for the most part, but everyone has their occasional squabble.

"What are you two fighting about now?"

"Julieta, you need to talk some sense into your sister. So we're in the book club with Luisa and Mariano, you remember that."

"Uh huh."

"And there's a character in the book that REFUSES to be with the main characters, and we wanna figure out WHY."

Félix was just amused by the passion of his wife, as she was amused by her husband. Pepa, a gray cloud over her head, cut him off.

"And I'M saying it's because he wants to date Samual!"

"Samual and Miguel have NO chemistry!"

"You read between the lines!"

"I READ WHAT'S BETWEEN THE PAGES."

Félix almost snorted at their little war, gesturing for Agustín to tone it down a bit.

"Down puppy, down. It's a book-"

"Wait. What did you just call me?"

Julieta was staring at Félix, as were the other two. Félix inhaled air sharply, trying to put this delicately.

"So you remember when I said me and Pepa didn't get any sleep?"

"...yes?"

"Well. It's because you guys were a little...loud. And whatever gag you tried to use, didn't work, I have recommendations-"

"FÉLIX."

"I'm just trying to be productive!"

She buried her face in her hands. Oh no. Pepa and her husband heard them do. Things. Things that should NOT be heard.

"Oh my god, Pepa, I am SO sorry, we didn't mean to be so loud."

"I mean, it was gross. Like, REALLY gross, but in a way I'm happy for you. For actually getting laid, I kinda wondered if you guys still did that."

Agustín looked at Pepa through absolutely burning cheeks, sort of unsure if he was supposed to be insulted by this. Félix lifted his cup a bit as if in cheers.

"And BOY do you guys do it. Hold your breath for a long ass time!"

"Oh my god-"

"And it's funny, because I literally told Pepa 'Gotta hand it to him, dude's got a nice fucking pace going on', then I fucking heard Julieta call you puppy-SHE'S got the pace! God, no WONDER you stay in great shape after all these years."

Julieta wanted to just fucking die. She was staring at him, unsure of how to fucking respond.

"Félix please stop giving my sister's sex life a positive review."

Félix shrugged, as if he wasn't at all at fault.

"Listen, I'm just giving praise where praise is due! If puppy here wanted to give me a review on my stamina, I'd take it!"

"...you're gonna call me that now, aren't you?"

"Least till it stops being funny. So like, when you guys switch, do you call her cat or something?"

"I mean it's 'kitty', but-"

Julieta damn near knocked the kettle over as she turned to look at him.

"AGUSTÍN!"

"I THOUGHT IT WAS AN ACTUAL QUESTION!"

Félix lost it. He had to bury his face in his hands as he roared in laughter, and despite trying to get Félix to stop, she was laughing just as hard. Granted, she was still happy they made love, obviously, but. Well.

She'd gave to talk to Casita about having thicker walls.

[in-the-bushes-miki]

Oooh thanks for tag! Sorry it took a while! 💕

01 - are you named after anyone?

I don’t know if this counts but one of my uncles really liked my name and tried to get his name legally changed to (my) name (before I was born) but the people rejected the name because it was a feminine name, so when my uncle heard that my mom was going to have me, he begged my mom to put the name he liked on me, so so my mom did. which the name today im not a fan of my own name and is kinda basic in my opinion, but i would have been named Aurora if it wasn’t for him but I don’t think Aurora would fit me either lol.

02 - when was the last time you cried?

Today because I couldn’t see you 🥺💔

03- do you have kids?

Does OCs count as children? (I always refers to my OC as children) I could have a small classroom with the amount I have.

In RL, I have two.

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(They are my friends thy are just a few months younger than me, I’m the oldest in my friend group, and so they are my children)😘🥰

04 - what sports do you play/have played?

Wii sports next question.

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(I’ll be honest I’m not a big fan of sports the only sports I wouldn’t mind playing is badminton)

05 - Do you use sarcasm?

I guess I do? I got confirmation from my children so quickly that I do, but I don’t even notice it myself…. 🥲

06 - What is the first thing you notice about people?

I’m be honest I don’t go out often but when I do I usually pretty paranoid and make sure I know where people hands are at all times.

But if it’s familiar people usually tone of voice and body language to tell their mood.

07 - what your eye color?

The eye color of your dream person 😘

08 - scary movies or happy endings?

Im be honestly I was little confused with this question I don’t if it mean like a “bad” ending or a happy ending instead of scary movie?

But I honestly I don’t watch scary movies cause it always got me SMH.

But I don’t mind bad or good endings but I love me some bittersweet endings 🥰

09- Any talents?

Im be honest I don’t think so? At least nothing I’m aware with.

10 - Where were you born?

In U S A. S O I L 🦅🦅🇺🇸

🗣️ MY PRONOUNCE ARE U S A 🦅🦅🦅🦅

What a place to live at… 🌚

11 - What are your hobbies?

Aside from drawing nothing really lol, I frankly don’t even know what I do.

12- do you have any other pets?

I have two feral cat (and kitten), She is so sweet and pretty, she also got those fluff tail 🥰

13 - how tall are you?

Below average….so ankle biter 😘

14 - favorite subject in school?

environment science, astronomy and psychology (criminal science, child and adult psychology,etc) (so I guess just science subjects lol)

Expect chemistry, chemistry had me on a chock hold… (unless it was the teachers fault cause he barely teached) but it ruined my honor roll 🌚

Same thing with language base classes….

But I’ve done good in every other aspect in school they are just aren’t that interesting 😗

(This makes me sound so studious and I’m really am not, I don’t study for tests and just leave it to fate) 😅

15 - dream job?

I wonder….. 😘💕

For my lovely cutie patooties, if you are free~ 💕🥰

(Or if you haven’t been tagged yet)

@nevvn @blithesharem @susujelly @ut-raya @once-in-a-blood-moon @impish-ivy @sane-omblog

Aaahhh, thank you so much for the tag @king-a-queen!! 💚💚

15 Questions Tag Game

01 - Are you named after anyone?

First name: nope Second name: yep, after my grandma

02 - When was the last time you cried?

About a week ago bc I was laughing too hard Also techinically this morning. My eyes just started tearing up a bit while I was still in bed & staring against the wall. I guess that white wall was just tugging at my heartstrings

03 - Do you have kids?

The only children I have are my OCs <3 My current beloved OCs are Aym, Marchosias (💖💖💖💖💖), and Baal; all for Obey Me

04 - What sports do you play/have you played?

So as a kid, I took MSE (self-defense) classes, I did ballet for a short while, and I played badminton. But now I'm not really doing much sports anymore. I'm occasionally working out in a sad attempt to stay healthy but that's...not working out all that well because I keep forgetting about it lol. That being said, I walk anywhere as long as it's a walkable distance away (to me, that's around 90min max), idc it's the European mindset. Der Fußbus hält überall :)

05 - Do you use sarcasm?

As if I would ever smh what are these accusations

06 - What is the first thing you notice about people?

When I pass strangers on the street, I try to look for little moments that bring them joy. That being said, 90% of the time I'm just lost in my own thoughts & have completely tunnel vision, so imagine noticing anything 😭 When I first meet people tho, it's usually the way they look at you, which tbh is a little ironic because I sometimes just cannot look people in the eyes NFDHSKGJHKSDLGS

07 - What's your eye color?

They used to be blue, but now they're more of a greyish green with a few brown spots in them

08 - Scary movies or happy endings?

Okay endings, actually! Where characters don't get the happy ending they were hoping for, and some things are still a little messy, but all in all things are okay and they finally get to breath again. Though I guess that's kind of a happy ending? lol

09 - Any talents?

My newest talent is being able to imitate the cry of an owl. My sister explained it to me earlier & once I got it to work I've been doing it non-stop until I got lightheaded 😭 Worth it tho Other than that, being able to teach myself the basics of a lot of things within a day (one of the upsides of ADHD), as well as abandoning a lot of my projects after a while because I suddenly decided to start a completely different one (one of the downsides of ADHD) I also have a real talent for writing angst. Ask any of my closer mutuals, I keep terrorizing them with my ideas (love you guys 💖) And finally: telling myself that I'll go to sleep early & then it's 5am

10 - Where were you born?

in Germanyyy fun fact: I was born more or less close to a town that has a store called 'Mephisto' lol

11 - What are your hobbies?

being insane, obviously 💚 some of my mutuals can surely attest to that lol No, but in general I enjoy writing & drawing, as well as, uhm. Randomly deciding to take up multiple really time-consuming projects, such as the OM card rec thing I did that I still need to update ahhhh, my Obey Me OC & MC ask game that originally had 200+ questions before I cut it in half out of fear of it being too long, half of my side blogs, and SOOOO many other things. <- or in short, being insane 💚 I also really love cooking & baking! Side note, if anyone wants an easy chocolate lava cake recipe, you just need to ask... 👀 Also lately it's just been romancing Thanatos in Hades because I randomly remembered that I hadn't done that yet

12 - Do you have any pets?

I used to have clownfish and a starfish, but other than that I've never had any myself. I love the dogs I dogsit with all my heart tho, and there is this cat that I sometimes meet on my way to work. She always runs up to me when she sees me and won't stop meowing until I start petting her, and last time she climbed onto my lap (I sat down in the middle of the sidewalk, I did not care lmao), she's literally the sweetest 😭😭 I also ring the doorbell for her whenever it rains so she doesn't have to stay outside lol

13 - How tall are you?

1,68m or 5'6 if I got the conversion correct lol

14 - Favourite subject in school?

Heavily depended on the teacher, but generally art class because we usually got to work on whatever we wanted with and listen to music. Also English in 9th grade, math in 10th and German in 11th because the teachers were great

15 - Dream job?

I've been thinking of translations in general/software localizition for a while now. I just love dissecting all the small differences between languages (D.D.D.s being called 'D3' my beloved), + there are so many invisble choices made when translating. You'll always lose something because every language has its little quirks and a different mindset that can't be translated directly, but you'll also gain something that the original version didn't have. It's an art form in itself, and I really love that <3 The other job that keeps popping into my mind is event mangement. I already get to organize a ton of things for my uni since I'm part of the student council for one of my two majors. It's exhausting, but also really rewarding when you have people come up to you afterwards to tell you how much fun they had!

No pressure tags for a bunch of people, hehe >:) @alpine-forget-me-nots @healersadjust @misc-magic @sweetbrier2908 @reblogs-are-the-love @shootingstarrfish @mjoria @too-much-gacha @layphie @katboykirby @ghostlyyraccoon @lost-in-lamentation @bagofwetmice @glamphantasm @wizardthesai @mellonyheart @arlatthan as well as anyone else that wants to join!

[evermore-fashion]

Hi, I hope you're doing fine 😊 I've been wondering, how do you feel about Paolo Sebastian Couture ? I like his "Once Upon a Dream" and "The Nutracker" collections, and I'm curious to see what's your take on this. Thanks, and have a nice day/night 🌞🌚

I'm doing okay thank you, just counting down the days until Autumn and this hot weather buggers off for good. Anyway back to your question at hand, I love Paolo Sebastian, he's one of my favourite designers who knows how to make every collection unique. I can't fault him or his aesthetics, even in his fashion collections that don't stand out like "Once Upon a Dream" or "The Nutcracker."

Hopefully they'll be a new collection from Paolo Sebastian in the coming months (usually around October/November) because I know I'll be posting it here on Tumblr as soon as possible.

[fawn-eyed-girl]

Ooooooh I know about a few of these but what is this wonderful plan you have with @neutronstarchild I see?! Children of the Sun and Moon is such an awesome title!!

Hello @hopidoodle love, and thank you so much for asking about this one! 🌎🌞🌚

So the story behind Children of the Earth, Sun, and Moon (I forgot about the Earth? eek!) is a good one. @neutronstarchild and I literally stayed up all night to plot this story (like until 5:30 or something), but when we were done, we had 24 chapters plotted and ready to go. We have the first chapter written, we have two very special people lined up to do art for us, and here’s a little summary of the story!

It’s a soulmate/body-swap AU, where people body-swap into their soulmate’s body in their dreams. Into a world where they never see their soulmate’s face, making it hard for soulmates to actually find each other. But what happens when Miroku finds his friend Inuyasha in his dream state, and Inuyasha just happens to be in his soulmate’s body? Can Miroku convince Inuyasha that he’s seen Inuyasha’s soulmate? And what will Inuyasha do about it (besides be disbelieving and grouchy)?

We have a lot planned for this one--plot twists and some surprises. And we’re looking forward to dedicating more time to it once our schedules clear up a bit!

[warlordfelwinter]

🌚 for lonesome dreams "Tell me I'm not going alone"

“Felwinter?”

The voice sounded distant and the exo forced himself through that dark pulsing red that dragged at his mind. The room came back into focus and he wished it hadn’t, still filled with the screams of the dead and dying.

“I’m here,” he replied.

Timur grabbed his hand and held it tightly, breathing shakily. Felwinter looked down and saw the creeping red across Timur’s robes, oozing out of bloodstains, wounds that his Ghost could never heal. 

“Just... just tell me I’m not going alone,” Timur said, wincing. His breathing sped up and, briefly, Felwinter’s vision flickered, taking in his vitals. His heart was beating far faster than it should be. He hadn’t lost much blood, but what had crawled into his veins was killing him faster than the blood loss would have anyway.

Felwinter held him tightly. “I’m here,” he said, again.

The warlock managed one of his smiles through bloody teeth. “Next great adventure, hm?”

He was so... human, Felwinter thought. At the edge of death and finding a way to be excited about what might come next. Nothingness, Felwinter knew. A void of unknowing and nonexistence.

“I’ll see you on the other side,” Timur said. “Promise me.”

Felwinter wondered how much deathbed promises meant when everyone in the room was on their deathbed.

“I promise,” he lied.