#female muscle in cartoons

[princessofprowess]

[prestongafnea]

She's flexing in the circus

The Original photo of the Looney Tune.

[grottweiler]

Karmerant, Amazon of the Everglades

I've had Grottweiler's design down pat for months, but Karmerant's has been really inconsistent. Grott is short and chubby so I wanted Karmer to be tall and muscular in juxtaposition, but I wasn't confident in my abilities to draw that body type without it looking weird. That's the thing though, if you want to improve as an artist it means drawing badly for however long it takes to get good. That in mind, here's my first pass at Karmer's new design. It didn't turn out nearly as bad as I feared it would; I know for a fact I'll look back on this in a year and cringe, but that just means I'll have improved a ton by then!

She's just like the man in Brussels, six-foot-four and full of muscles (just shy of seven feet if you count her horns).

[plastikevol]

An animation test for a Soviette muscle growth sequence.

Patreons saw it first as well as the entire Soviette saga.

[karlachismylife]

[redacted] || The Queen of the Clan pt.3,5

CW: brief description of animal genitalia, brief description of animal sex (basically it's boys being hyenas, greetings and fucking, nothing too explicit). Still, this is NSFW and I WILL block every ageless blog (as well as minors) interacting with it, so please, put your age in your bio/pinned post. I feel sad when I have to block people :(

No one dares to stop him as his huge shadow stalks through the darkness of the night savanna. Even alone, Ghost is a formiddable presence, forced down the ranks by cruel laws of nature, but persevering and thriving against the odds - a lioness on her hunt strays away from him, preferring not to pick up a fight that might end with her jumped by a clan - a small, doomed without a female leader, but tight clan.

It still feels like the ground, cooled off by the night, burns under his soft paws, as he flies through the tall grass and bush, whipped by the shame of being caught, a dark missile set on a clear target - as he approaches the den they use during their out in the wild missions, he whoops, warning his clan of his arrival.

When he gets no immediate response, he slows down, raising his voice - a uniquely his, haunting, rumbling at the lower notes sound cutting through the air over the ochestra of cicadas. Finally, two voices respond - Captain somewhere on patrol, leaving two fluffy muppets to welcome his Lieutenant back. A softer, melodic call coming from Kyle gets overridden with quickly approaching whooping that even in the animal form sounds heavily accented - just one Scot's tongue seemingly built differently (specifically to get on Ghost's nerves).

Johnny almost rams Ghost's side, barely braking himself like a cartoon animal, dust clouds up in the air and deep traces where his hind paws dragged along before finally stopping. He lines up against his Lieutenant, lifting a paw impatiently - his thick member proudly erect, and Ghost would never be able to answer the question if Soap is just that eager to demonstrate submission to him or he's just getting horny from the sight of the dark-furred mountain with a blong mane alone. Earning a nip meant to keep him in line, Johnny shoves his muzzle into Ghost's crotch nonetheless, deliberately ignoring that the dominant hyena didn't even move his legs to accomodate such greeting - and then suddenly pauses.

Lifts his wide head, fluttering his big round ears, whines quietly, then, when Ghost stays silent, repeats in a more demanding tone - and by the time Gaz finally jumps out of the bushes gracefully, Ghost is already being full-on harassed by Johnny, who pays no mind to the bites and paw slaps he recieves from his bigger mate and keeps sniffing at his mane, going as far as to chomp on Ghost's nape and chew on on his light-coloured fur.

If they weren't out in the middle of savanna, Simon would've already shaken his animal form off and pinned Johnny down, but instead he has to fight off his Sergeant, who uses his height to his advantage as he escapes Ghost's grip and avoids being held like a guilty pup in the terrifyingly massive jaws capable of biting through a giraffe's thigh bone.

Of course, Kyle comes to his support, distracting Ghost by a quick greeting and using that same hind leg he lifted for him to push Ghost's snout away. He smells it too: the sweetness, the tanginess, the womanhood that lingers on the dark fur, something their Lieutenant clearly wants to hog for himself, as Soap tells Gaz in short, sulky whoops, getting smacked with Ghost's long tail in the face for the slander. He ain't hogging nothing, he just doesn't want to be their chewing toy for the night, even if he brought the smell that all of them already memorized from short encounters with the soft, plump, so perfect for cuddling in a pile and laying big heads on her lap, girl...

No matter how strong Simon is, being jumped by two muscle-packed hyenas isn't an easy fight to win, and after several more minutes of wrestling he finds himself pinned down on the ground by Soap's weight, as the chonky hyena plops on top of his superior officer and nuzzles into his mane with pathetic, needy whines, already grinding into Ghost's back, humping his poor tailbone like it's just a pillow for him to satisfy the need caused by a female's scent etched into his lover's hide.

Gaz keeps himself together just about as poorly, stuffing his wide nose between Ghost's ribs and inhaling with low wheezing howls. He's not rutting into Simon directly, but he's one hot-running furnace pressed up to the big hyena's side, leaking onto his fur and licking at the scented mane and Ghost's ears - well knowing that is makes his Lieutenant softer and more pliant.

It's no wonder that by the morning Price finds them in their den in a messy, sticky pile, paws entangled and traces of seed and saliva smeared on their sides, as if they were too exhausted to clean up even as they fell asleep. But even in the thick, musky mix of his subordinates' smells, he picks on the faint, delicate, sweet note - and immediately pinpoints it as the reason two Sergeants couldn't keep their paws off Simon.

Surely, after such an action-packed night Ghost won't mind being woken up by long, wet tongue of his Captain licking him clean thoroughly.

Part 3 | Part 4

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So yeah, I guess these [redacted] parts (I just can't come up with as much spots-related puns and names as I'd like) will be a reoccuring thing, because writing fluffy hyena boiz is fun. Hope you enjoy these just as much as the main parts! Also I am accepting requests for this au, they might even get into the main storyline, so feel free to send in ideas!

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[iouinotes]

Heartbeat | Seth Cohen

pairing: Seth Cohen x female!reader

show: o.c California

warnings: kissing, arguments,

summary: Seth is your best friend and he's trying everything to win Summer's heart. You on the other hand would do anything to win his heart and make it beat for you.

author's note: I'm probably the last person on earth who hasn't watched this series. But hey, new potential for ff. By the way, please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks his voice sounds like Dylan O'Briens...

The way I love him is like the waves on the open sea on a beautiful day.

While the sun shines on my skin and my bikini slips slightly, revealing my sun-kissed skin, I try to secretly look at him.

The way his brown curls are wet from the blue sea or how his muscles tense as he pulls his shirt over his head.

I hear a sigh of relief escape from his mouth and have to giggle to keep myself from laughing at his swimming trunks.

Showing one of his cartoon characters, red and dark tones that highlight his pale skin even more.

And when he turns his head and smiles at me, relaxed in a way, as if there were only the two of us in the whole world, he has never looked more beautiful to me.

"Are you daydreaming, sunshine?" Oh, his teasing voice and that look in his eyes- what wouldn't I give to finally have him for myself.

"You'd like to know, Cohen." I grin slightly at him as I answer him. His raised eyebrows and the heat around us make my head spin.

"Okay, let me guess. Are you thinking about the party tonight at my parents' house and what you want to wear?" For a moment he looks out to the sea, reassuring himself that we are safe, until he finally lies down next to me with his arms outstretched above his head.

Rolling my eyes, I quickly answer him.

"Girls don't just think about parties and dresses, idiot." His brown eyes, which are now looking at me invitingly, make the butterflies fly around in my stomach.

"But was I right?" When I try to turn his head away with my hand, he holds mine tightly. But immediately afterwards he strokes my skin tenderly and my thoughts need a moment to sort themselves out.

"Whatever. And just because you started it, I'm going to wear my new blue dress. The one I brought to your room earlier, remember?" The triumphant smile on his face is worth every single word.

For a few seconds, all I can hear is the cries of the seagulls and the sound of the waves. I'm almost starting to doze off when his voice rings out again.

But this time my joy is dampened by his next sentence.

"Today is the day, you know? I'm pretty sure Summer will at least remember my first name by the end of the night." The sinking of my heart feels almost too painful to answer to him.

What else did I expect? Summer has been on his mind for years, every minute of the day since he first saw her.

Seth, on the other hand, has been in my heart since the first time we met. On a rainy day at a skate park, while I was just lost and he was practicing his tricks.

To this day, I can remember the moment when his brown eyes became the most beautiful sight in the world for me.

Nothing has changed ever since.

"Yeah, sure." It's always the same. His never-ending crush on her, the ever-growing hope that is destroyed with each and every one of her withering glances. The dejection in his eyes, as if his happiness would melt away as soon as she was near him.

I can never do anything about it. Because no matter how many times she ignores him or puts him down, her attention is the spark in his heart that never extinguishes.

Because what can I do? Summer is pretty, sassy and popular in our social circle. She makes every boy weak in the knees, worshiping her even though she never shows serious interest.

Seth is blind to it too, he just wants her attention. That she remembers how his name is.

I know his name. His favorite comics. His hatred towards bad movies or his nervous habit of talking endlessly without it making actual sense. I know his sarcasm, his heartbreaks, and his commitment to dreams.

But that doesn't seem to be enough. Because when he looks at her, he sees the sun. I, on the other hand, am a small star that doesn't shine bright enough to be noticed.

So as we fall into silence and I try to suppress my sadness about my unrequited love, he hums softly next to me.

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When we return from our little trip at sea, the sun is almost setting. My gaze falls to the floor and as I listen to his excited voice, I wonder how it would feel to hold his hand.

As we walk up the stairs to his room and I greet his father as I pass, I recognize the look in his eyes as he opens the door for me.

"Oh come on Seth. It can't be healthy for you to think about her for every free second of your day." With a sigh, he throws himself onto his bed with his back showing to me.

"I just wonder why she doesn't see my potential. I would be a great boyfriend."

Yes, for me.

"That's probably because you follow her around like a lost puppy. Compared to the water polo guys, that's a drastic difference."

When I carefully take my dress down from his door that I hung there a few hours ago, his eyes clouded with pity follow me.

A little ritual for us before every big celebration. Getting ready together, like boyfriend and girlfriend. But I immediately push the thought away.

"But everyone likes puppies. At some point she'll look at me and realize that we would make a great couple." Shaking my head, I pat him on the shoulder.

"Everyone has their dreams, Cohen." I meet his gaze as he thoughtfully glances back at me, suddenly meeting my eyes with a newfound interest.

"What are you dreaming about?" The curiosity in his my voice makes me smile.

"Well, it may be a bit cheesy but I wish for… a person." At my words his eyebrows raise and as he sits up straight, I suddenly feel constricted.

"One person for...what? Carrying your bags while you're shopping? I'm already in charge of that." Laughing, I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I didn't mean that. Even though that's nice, no argument there. No, I mean a person with whom I can experience my first times. You know, the first date, the first romantic kiss. The first vacation shared together...the first time sleeping together, feeling each others heartbeates. That's what I dream of."

As I finish my last sentence, I look at his face. See his rude stare and his open mouth.

"Wow, I- I didn't know you wanted all this so much." Shrugging my shoulders, I turn around to stroke my blue dress. Trying to hide my heated cheeks.

"It's not going to happen anytime soon anyway, so I guess I'll just have to keep dreaming." The silence that follows is almost painful.

"Nevermind. Also, we only have an hour left to get ready. We'd better hurry." He roles his eyes at my attempt to change the subject.

"You say that every time and you always beg me for another five minutes at the end." As I take off my sandals, he narrowly avoids a pair I throw at him.

"Be quiet, Cohen."

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Kirsten had outdone herself. The decorations, the guest list, the food selection. It was all perfection.

As I look out the window of Seth's room, I repeatedly brush a strand of hair out of my face. My heart beats faster with each passing second of silence and I feel my cheeks turning pink as Seth comes out of the bathroom.

The black suit, a red tie and the neat curls. This view is even more perfect than the one outside.

You'd think I'd be able to hide my attraction to him better by now, but when I audibly catch my breath, he looks at me critically.

"What? Does that scream my-mother-picked-out-my-wardrobe too much?" The crooked grin on his face makes me think dramatically long about my answer.

"Everyone knows you're a mama's boy, so it won't hurt your aura." The hand that comes to his chest as he sucks in air makes me giggle.

"Damn, that was mean. But do you think Summer likes mama's boys?" As soon as he says her name, it’s sounding like a prayer from his lips, I try not to show my disappointment on my face.

"Seth-" I sigh, trying to pull myself together. After all, he's still my best friend and I don't want to hurt his feelings. Even if it means hurting my own.

"What?" Innocence swims in his eyes and again, I wish I could tell him the truth. Instead, I continue to play matchmaker.

"I know best how much you want to impress her. But please trust me when I tell you that it always brings bad luck when one person loves their partner more. There has to be a balance." But my words don't seem to have any effect.

"I will bring balance to the force-" The laughter that escapes from his throat makes me shrug my shoulders a little more relaxed now. He knows he got me, when I can’t seem to stop smiling.

"Nerd. Come on, Skywalker, it's time we both show up at the party." Nodding, he closes the door and as we step out onto the bright terrace with the sun shining on us, I feel peaceful.

Unfortunately, the feeling only lasts two hours. Or more precisely, until Summer, the beautiful, graceful, mean Summer, enters the Cohens' house.

Since that moment, I have had an overexcited, confused, useless boy next to me who can't stop embarrassing himself.

"Do you think I should get her something to drink-" I interrupt his speech for the first time in three hours.

"If you don't stop this right now, I swear I'll never ever surprise you with comic books again." The threat actually makes him close his mouth.

"Why are you in such a bad mood? Do you need a drink?" If he hadn't said it so sarcastically, I would have found the question sweet.

"Seth, I can handle a lot of things in our friendship. Your never-ending sarcasm, your inappropriate jokes or your ability to always say the wrong thing to people. Hell, I can even deal with your love for cartoon characters and your obsession with video games on a daily basis. But talking about Summer every second of the day, twenty-four hours a week? That has reached my limit."

While I try to keep my voice low, the confusion is written all over his handsome face.

"But who else should I share my despair with? You're the only one who's really interested in what I have to say." His words hurt a part of my heart that I cannot describe.

"Exactly. I'm interested in you. Not how pretty Summer looks or what Summer just said, did, or might do in the future." For the first time that evening, he actually seems to understand what I'm talking about.

"So...change of subject?" Relieved, I have to start smiling lightly.

"Yes, please." As we smile at each other at that moment, it feels, for once, like I have his full attention.

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As soon as I open the door to the ladies' room, I wish I could immediately turn around and leave.

In front of the mirror, her face looks at me skeptically.

I try to act like she doesn't bother me, even though there are so many things I'd like to say to her.

"Aren't you that girl who's always with Steven?" I look at her, clearly confused.

Rolling her eyes, she continues. "The nerd with the brown curls, his parents own the house, I heard."

"His name is Seth." She shrugs and applies her lip gloss. Her eyes alternately focus on me and the mirror in front of her.

"Whatever. Are you together?" I feel heat rushing to my face and as I try to answer relaxed, she seems to see right through me.

"What- together? No- we're friends. Just friends." As she turns to me now, she raises her eyebrows almost disinterestedly.

"Really? Then why are you looking at him like you're in love with him?" I turn away from her curious stare and try my best not to let my nervousness show.

"You must be mistaken. He's my best friend." As she stands two steps ahead of me, I don't know what to say.

"That doesn't mean you don't have feelings for him. What about him?" Sighing, I can't try to deny it any longer.

"He doesn't." When I see compassion in her eyes, I start to like her a little.

"Then change that. He's just a boy. Show him what he's missing out on. A little skin showing, a few compliments. He won't realize what's happening until he's begging you to let him kiss you." I look at her, laughing, and for a moment I dare to dream.

"What if he likes someone else? How can I keep up?" With elegant steps she walks past me and opens the door.

"Then you have no choice but to outdo her."

When the door closes, I am left alone with my thoughts.

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As Seth loosens his tie, I am still deep in thought.

After my conversation with Summer, the party was over quicker than expected. Seth and I watched some of the guests, joked about the age difference, had two glasses of expensive wine and had the time of our lives.

All without talking about Summer again.

Now that I'm here in his room and we're getting ready for bed, I'm unsure about my next steps.

I usually sleep on his bed while he puts his mattress on the floor. Since we were little, this has been our approach to spend the night together.

However, tonight I want it to be different.

As I remove the clips from my hair and the makeup from my face, Seth talks incessantly about the latest Legion comic.

It's reassuring to listen to him like this while I think about my next steps.

We usually change separately, there's just a certain intimacy in being so open and showing yourself in your underwear.

But Summer said I have to go for it. Why do I listen to her? I don't know to be honest. I just think I should seize this moment of courage.

So I stand up and breathe in gently, trying to behave as inconspicuously as possible.

I slowly take off my dress and as it falls to the floor, Seth's head turns in confusion towards the noise.

"What have you dropped now- oh" I can literally see his eyes double in amazement and he almost chokes on his words in surprise.

I have to smile when I notice how he can't stop looking at me in my lace underwear.

1:0 for me.

"Are you still breathing, Cohen?" When I see him swallow, I turn my back to him. His reaction is so intoxicating that it fills me with renewed confidence. As my hair brushes my back, I finally hear his chatter.

"What- yeah- I'm just- I'm fine- are you fine? Has it gotten warmer in here? Are you warm? It seems so, otherwise you wouldn't be undressing in here. God, no girl has ever undressed in front of me." Laughing, I pick up one of his shirts with the stupidest designs, but there's still nothing I'd rather wear.

When I put it on, it covers me down to my knees and as soon as I turn around, I meet his gaze.

"We're not nine anymore, Seth. I think our friendship can handle us changing in front of each other." As I walk towards him, his gaze wanders along my legs.

"Er- sure. Of course, no problem. I- what?" My fingers slowly stroke his shirt, carefully grasping his tie as I begin to untie it completely.

"Do you think we can go to sea again tomorrow? This time we are not under any time pressure." I feel him stiffen slightly under my touch as he tries his best to stay cool. Well, as cool as Seth Cohen can be.

"Sure- maybe around one o'clock? Ryan is probably doing something with Marissa anyway. Doing god knows what- wait. I shouldn’t say his holy name out loud, when they are doing certain rather unholy stuff. Why am I saying this? I just mean, that we can both sleep in, I guess. And we can stay awake a little longer tonight." When his tie finally comes completely loose, I gently place my hands on his chest.

I meet his gaze as I raise my head, now so close to him. Our faces are only inches apart. I can see the brown in his eyes and the blush that adorns his face as he stops rambling.

"Yeah? What do you want to do?" Maybe this is the moment he finally realizes that Summer isn't the only one who exists in this world.

Maybe he'll finally notice me now.

"Teach me how to flirt?"

Did the world just stop turning? Or is it just my heartbeat that has stopped? Just with his words, just with the way he looks at me.

As if he no longer wanted to shy away from this tension between us.

"Flirting is an art, Cohen. I don't know if you're capable of pulling it off." His subsequent eye roll and the hand that he places pleadingly around my own make me reconsider my next actions.

At least now I can finally reveal my affection to him.

"Please, I'll go shopping with you. Even to the men's department so you can pick out my clothes. Just teach me." Surprisingly, I pause at his words.

"Even if I put sweatpants on you?" His face twists slightly.

"Yes, even if I have to wear sweatpants." I smile, brushing my hair back. As my eyes focus on his figure, a thousand thoughts race through my head.

"Okay. First step: your posture. I know how much you like to dramatically gesticulate your sentences with your hands, but you should avoid that when you're trying to flirt. You have to stay cool, confident. But still polite, not as if you don't care about the answer." Nodding, he listens attentively to each of my words, trying to understand the intention behind them.

"Like this?" I see him put his hands behind his back and stand there stiffly, his curious look ever present in his eyes.

I laugh and shake my head. "Not quite. Here, I'll show you." My hands move to his own ones, pulling them forward. Slowly I stroke his knuckles, but when I notice his opening mouth at my gentle touch, I let them go.

"Put them in your pockets. Stand up straight, but don't try to force it. Just relax." When he puts his hands in his pockets and stands with his foot slightly at an angle, he looks so carefree for a moment that I almost fall for the trick myself.

"Convincing enough?" Nodding, I try not to let the sight burn too much into my memory.

"Keep that up. Next important step. Your language, the way you speak. If you're going to flirt, it has to be seductive. You have to make me hang on every word that comes out of your mouth." As if I don't already do that.

As his eyebrows draw together, I see the confusion in his pupils and sighing, I speak up again.

"Try talking to me." I wait invitingly for his next move.

"Hey, uh what's going on?" When he doesn’t speak any further, I intervene.

"Okay, maybe I should show you how to do it first. Firstly, you need to try to initiate a conversation." I take a quick breath and try to relax my shoulders to prepare myself.

As I wrap my fingers around his collar and slowly stroke down his shirt, I see him swallow.

"Did you enjoy the party?" I try to maintain eye contact with him while keeping my voice a little quieter and giving more meaning to my words. I can literally see the gears turning in his head.

"I-I did?" When he stops speaking, I put my hand on his chest, circling the pattern of his shirt.

"Don't you want to ask me what I liked the most?" I see how he closes his mouth, trying to find the right words, as if he suddenly doesn't know how to talk to me normally anymore.

"What did you like best?" I smile sweetly, slowly sliding my fingers into his neck and playing with his brown curls.

My heart beats louder than ever, when I notice the expression on his face as I caress his hair softly.

"You."

It is this one moment when the world makes sense. When the eternal waiting, the torment of the last few years and the stupid boy in front of me finally makes sense.

Because his eyes wander to my lips and I feel his breath across my face as our bodies are drawn to each other like magic.

His lips almost brush mine, we are so close together that my mind is unable to think of anything other than his touch.

What it would be like to kiss him.

"Is this still part of the lesson?" His breathless voice makes me smile.

"Well, do you want it to end?" I have to laugh at his lips as he quickly shakes his head.

"What-what should I do?" I stand slightly on my tiptoes so I can whisper in his ear.

"What every princess wants from her fairytale prince. Kiss me."

He leans slowly into my touch. With every breath he takes, I can feel his arms sliding around my waist as his curls brush my forehead. He licks his lips uncertainly and when I look into his eyes, full of affection and the desire to kiss me, I fall in love with him even more.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this." Confusion adorns his features and I try not to let my strong heartbeat distract me too much when I finally tell him the truth.

"Waiting for what? Me?" Laughing, I close my eyes for a moment, reveling in the feeling of his closeness.

"It's always been you for me, Seth. When I said, "You're unbearable"? In my head, I wanted to spend every second I'm in this world with you. Or when I always roll my eyes when you stumble over your words, as if you're afraid it would bore me too much and I would stop listening to you. Because I would never do that. God, I practically hang on every word that comes out of your mouth."

As astonishment takes over his gaze, I feel a blush creep over my skin. What do I have to lose now?

When he answers, a loving smile adorns his face, coupled with a brief shake of the head.

"So I was unconsciously flirting with you the whole time? You know, step two?"

"You don't have to flirt with me for me to fall for you, Cohen. I fell already, hard."

His eyebrows rise, his nervousness changes almost abruptly to a smug expression.

"Is that so? Even though I talk about Captain Oats for two hours, when I was telling you his story from my childhood?"

"Why do you think I'm still here? No one would listen to that, not even me, if I hadn't been thinking about how good you looked in your sweater."

"Very shameless of you, Captain Oats would be disappointed by your little interest in his life."

"And would Seth Cohen be disappointed if I'm too interested in his life to pay attention to anything else?" Grinning, he pulls me closer to him.

"I'm pretty sure he'd be flattered." His lips hover over mine as his words cast a spell over my mind.

"Then I guess I should do that more often." Slowly, I push him back and let him fall onto his bed while his eyes roam over my body.

"Oh, definitely. You can do anything you want." Smiling sweetly, I move closer to him until I sit down on his lap. His hands find their own way to my thighs, stroking my bare skin.

“I can hear your heartbeat, Cohen. Are you nervous?“ I smile as I tease him, roaming my fingernails over his chest.

“I don’t do nervous. But indeed sunshine, my heartbeat is that noticeable, because you‘re making it beat faster. You‘re making my time on earth feel faster and I would‘t want it any other way.“ Smiling in the kiss, I stretch my hands around his neck.

Being with Seth Cohen isn't always easy, but I guess love isn't either.

[trashmouth-richie]

⋆·˚ ༘ * eddie x female reader

⋆·˚ ༘ * summary: what happens, when eddie makes plans without you?

⋆·˚ ༘ * tw: 18+ only, unprotected p in v! toxic relationship behavior, choking, reader is kind of crazy but it’s explained at the end, breaking shit, mean!reader, drinking, weed, knife use, pet names, nicknames.

⋆·˚ ༘ * 1.7k words, not proof read, pretend it is.

Saturdays were usually your nights together. Spending the night at his trailer because it was guaranteed that Wayne would be gone. 

But tonight Eddie said he had “plans with the boys”. 

So imagine your surprise when Robin called you up and asked why you weren’t at Steve’s party, but Eddie was?

The ten minute drive felt like sixty seconds of pure rage filled hell. You only saw red, steam shot from your ears like a cartoon. 

And when you pulled up to Steve’s enormous house, Robin was right, because Eddie’s van was sitting out front. 

Your blood boiled and your cheeks felt like fire. Heart hammering in your chest,  you slammed the gear shift into park before the car could even come to a full stop. 

You didn’t care that he was here with his friends, what you cared about was the normal posse of skanky girls who were at Steve’s parties, one strawberry blonde in particular that rubbed you every way of wrong. Chrissy.

She was always hanging on Eddie any chance she got, batting her eyelashes, acting dumb to get his help in math. You’re so smart she’d whisper to him— even though the straight F’s on his paper definitely didn’t stand for Fantastic. 

Jason had dumped her and rumor had it she was looking to get back at him the biggest way she knew how, and that was t getting with the freak. 

Your freak. 

The sharp black points on your heeled boots clicked along the sidewalk as you stalked towards the house whistling an angelic sort of tune, swinging the wooden bat by your side. 

Jonathan was outside the lavish home, smoking a fatty and leaning against the raised brick garden bed. Upon first glance he waved, all drunken smiles and lazy greetings. 

It wasn’t until he saw what was in your hand that he finally pieces it together, and you asked him sweetly to kindly get Eddie because you had a message for him. 

The driver's side window broke with little to no effort, a few swings and it shattered into a pretty spider web of splintered glass, covering Eddie’s driver seat. 

The whistled tune never stopped from your puckered lips. Not when you flicked open the pocket knife and punctured the rubber tires, or when you carved a long jagged scratch into the paint down the aluminum body. 

It wasn’t until you were standing on the hood of the van, crashing the bat into the windshield did you hear the front door to Steve’s swing open, music fading through the night with each body shoving their way through the door, gasping at your surprise gift for your boyfriend. 

Someone, Jeff, you think— hollers for Eddie and you plant your ass on the hood, leaving a dent for sure by the way you plopped down like it was a trampoline. With legs crossed and twisting the bat between your palms, you wait patiently for the man of the hour to finally arrive, a smile on your black painted lips. 

By now there’s a decent sized crowd, all gaping mouths and wide eyes, some laughing but mostly struck with fear out of the freaks girl. 

He walks down the concrete steps, his heavy boots thudding against the hard ground. You can see the muscles in his jaw tense from where you are sitting, his knuckles tighten into a fist and his shoulders broaden and angle back, like he's trying like hell, not to yell out right by the look of the destruction you caused to his van. 

“Hi baby,” you greet, sugary sweet like you just brought him balloons on his birthday, “having a fun night?”

Eddie is seething, nostrils flared as he tries to even his breathing, “what did you do Lil?” 

“What?” You ask, turning your body to look at the glass splintered on the windshield and smashed on the ground, “oh, you mean all this? It’s pretty right?” 

Eddie drags his tongue across the front of teeth, sucking in a breath, “you’re kidding right?”

Unhooking your crossed leg you slam your heel into one of his headlights, the satisfying crunch of the plastic pieces littering to the ground, you smile pretty up at him, but he doesn’t bat an eye, “oh Eddie,” you tsk, “I don’t like jokes… or being,” the tip of the bat hits the other headlight with a crunch, “… lied to.” 

“Fucking Christ, what are you even talking about?” Eddie spits as he looks to Jeff then to Gareth. 

“Really? Then why did Robin call to say you were here with that bimbo Chrissy?” 

The crowd ooo’s as Eddie stomps towards you, his face struck with anger, the browns of his eyes completely black as he glared down at you, his necklace still swaying as he leans forward into your space, only malice in his voice. 

“Time to go,” he grunts, grabbing the bat from your hand and tossing it to the ground, “now.” 

“Nah,” you say, looking past him and waving at Steve, he returns the wave with a confused look at a silent gasp at the look of Eddie’s van, “I’m just getting started.” 

Steve tries to push everyone inside shows over! Let’s go! But nobody budges, waiting for the train wreck, unable to look away. 

Eddie pulls you from the van by your feet, your bare ass skimming the hood as your skirt lifts up, sure to leave a burn, you land on your feet, waltzing over to aforementioned blonde and taking her drink from her, downing the horrific liquid in a gulp. She’s too stunned to speak as you twist back around to catch a glimpse of Eddie, shooting him a wink. 

The knife tucked into the cute holder on your thigh comes out with a flick. Flashing the steel blade to Eddie, you wink before whipping back around to Chrissy just in time to catch her ponytail between your fingers. The knife cuts through her hair like a shear, close to her scalp beneath the emerald ponytail, her golden locks fisted limply in your hand. 

The scream she lets out is blood curdling and ugly, but you don’t mistake the laugh coming from Robin or Steve as Chrissy runs inside, her cheer squad hurrying behind to help their friend. 

“Wait! You forgot this!” You say shaking the blond strands towards the door, “I’m sure some glue or tape will hel—”

You're caught off guard as Eddie’s hand wraps around your wrist and starts dragging you away from the party back to his van. He wiggles the knife from your fingers and closes it on his hip, shoving it into his jacket. 

The smile never left your lips, not even when your shoulder blades rest against the side of the van as Eddie crowds you in. 

“Jesus Christ you’re fucking crazy, y’know that?” his words are mean but there’s a hint of something else on his lips, a smirk.

Your fingers move to his belt buckle, threading it through itself as you look up at him through your lashes, “you love it.” 

His eyes roll tk the back of his head, and he takes a deep breath, animalistic instinct kicking in as you suck his thumb into your mouth. 

“Fuck.”   

Your thighs are wrapped around his waist in two seconds flat. He grunts as his thick fingers glide through your wet heat, finally noticing you weren’t wearing any panties he groans guttural and low. 

His hand wraps around your throat and he smiles as you gasp for a little breath, eyes rolling into your skull as he cants his hips forward and his thick head pushes through your walls, filling you full. 

Your lips attach to his neck, licking and biting hard enough that your teeth marks will bruise a perfect dental record into his skin. A nice match for the red lips tattooed on the left of his neck, an identical mark to yours. 

“Shit,” he groans slamming into you harder and harder, shaking the van on its flat tires, broken glass hitting the ground like hail. “Always so fucking tight for me baby, fuck I love your pussy.” 

You’re mewling into him, inhaling his words as he bites your lip, licking the blood from them and running it over his teeth. 

The front door opens and shuts but neither of you stop, not even when the sobs from Chrissy get closer as her friends bell her into their car, parked right behind Eddie’s van. 

Eddie’s face is buried into your neck and you catch Chrissy’s blue teared stare, horror on her face as you and Eddie both moan. “Mm fuck,” you say to her, eyes boring into hers, “like what you see, Christopher?”

The screaming huff from her mouth is  heard around Hawkins as she slams the door to Heather's car, tires screeching as they tear out of Steve’s driveway. 

Eddie chuckles into your skin and shakes his head. A smile on his face as he kisses you hard, pumping into you harder and before long you're both coming and moaning into the night, completely lost in your own world. 

Later that night in Eddie’s bed, you're tangled naked and fresh from a shower beneath soft cotton sheets. His hands lazily work up and down your back, your arm propped up beneath your chin on his chest, “so, I did good, right?”

Eddie laughs and blows a ring of smoke into the air, “you were perfect my little vixen, I could barely contain myself when you were sitting on the hood like that, looked so fucking sexy, wanted to fuck you right there.” 

You both laugh at the theatrics of the night, and you remember something that’s missing, “gonna need my knife back by the way, feels weird without it.” 

Eddie points to his jacket crumbled on the floor next to a mountain of discarded clothing and leather boots, “it’s in my pocket, just keeping it safe.” 

You roll your eyes with a tease and slither from the sheets, bare skinned beneath the yellow warm lamp, the jacket feels cool in your hands, silk pockets gentle on your fingers as your grab your knife and pull it out. 

Examining it in your fingers it truly was the perfect gift from the man you adored, etched into the handle, a script he cut himself, “to my Lilith.” 

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[somerandomdere]

Yan! reader x second female lead! darling

warnings: implications of suicide, slight angst, mentions of reader's obsessive behaviour, worried its too long so I split it into 2 parts I know I'm supposed to be working on requests but I can't get this idea out of my mind :(

You have reincarnated into a world of your comfort otome game, The Wind Falls. You played this game over and over in your previous life, not because the storyline was great or anything, but because of your favourite character, the second female lead, Aleena.

She's everything you'd dream to have in a girlfriend. Kind, diligent, loyal and warm. You just couldn't understand why the main character never chose her. However, no matter what choice you pick, you never ended up with her.

This caused you to obsess over her, filling your bedroom with her pics from ceiling to the floor, praised her in every forum you are in, psycho analysing her personality and micro expressions to everything about her. She was your comfort character, your warm home, everything to you. You wish someone like her will come to you in real life, so you could escape from this hell.

Every time you went home and got beaten up, you played your favourite scenes of her. Every time you got bullied at your school, watching her made you forget about your bruises and pain. On your darkest days, she was your light.

But you know she will never appear in real life, for such an angel does not exist in this society.

So you decided to go to her.

By jumping in front of a speeding truck.

"Fuck..." You opened your eyes, and found yourself in a classroom. The sun was blazing, the rays blinding your eyes. Your skin was sticky, and you were sweating all over. You feel your muscles aching, did this body run a thousand miles or something?

You lent another student's pocket mirror to take a good look at your appearance. You possessed the body of an athletic student. No wonder you were sweating so much. Fit, slim and muscular, this was the body type you were constantly praying to have in your previous life.

Maybe you can start over.

After returning the pocket mirror, you scanned the people in your class. When your eyes landed on Aleena, it felt like the world slowly came to a stop. Your angel was in the same universe as you, and she was even more beautiful than in the game! Dark, cascading curls fell over her shoulders and her long eyelashes fluttered as she revises her homework she had to hand up later on. You were in ecstasy, even drugs could never replicate this happiness and love you felt for her.

"Quiet down class! I have an important announcement to make. We have a new student who came all the way from the UK! Please introduce yourself!" You snapped out of it and returned your attention to the teacher, even though your heart was thumping.

A boy about the same height as you, wears a frown on his face as he introduced himself as Elias. He was dark, brooding, mysterious, definitely would be male lead of any novel he's in. And as you guessed, his name sounded very familiar. Elias, the male lead of The Wind Falls, also the character you play when playing the game. To be honest, to you, he looked really overrated. Your heart only belongs to Aleena and no one else.

Looking at Aleena, you could already tell she was smitten by him. Her pupils turned into a heart like something out of a cartoon, and she was blushing intensely.

But of course, as the second female lead, she never had a chance with him. His assigned seat was beside the snobbish, rich and tsundere girl, Angela, also known as the female lead of the game.

You realised you never had a chance with Aleena as you were just a mob in this game realm. Yet you wanted to see her smile. you didn't need her to reciprocate your feelings, as long she's happy, you're happy. And you will do anything to achieve this.

A few days later, Aleena tries to win Elias over with some home cooked food, but unluckily for her, Angela thought of the same idea. When Aleena was trying to muster up the courage to give Elias the lunch, Angela cuts in and with her usual arrogant look, sets down her 9 tier lunch in front of him.

Watching from afar, you could tell Aleena felt defeated looking at that glamorous lunchbox. You honestly wanted to permanently get rid of Angela so Aleena and Elias could have their happy ending. Elias, opens the glamorous lunchbox, and the food inside...was so unlike the outside. Burnt to a crisp, the food didn't look appetising at all. Nevertheless, Elias told Aleena he will eat hers another day and chose Angela.

You were boiling mad. Doesn't he see how much effort Aleena had put for him? Didn't he see her hands that were covered in band aids? Doesn't he know how early she must have woken up to prepare the lunchbox for him? While Angela dared to feed the one she supposedly loved with burnt food that was pretty much charred and could possibly cause food poisoning, Aleena gave her all and only gave the best to him. Yet he chose Angela over Aleena. He doesn't deserve her, you thought.

At this moment, Aleena runs out of the classroom, and Elias didn't even glance at her. Worried about Aleena, you chased after her.

"Hey...your lunchbox looked pretty good. You don't mind if I finish it for you right? It's bad to let food go to waste. Besides, I forgot my wallet today and I'm pretty hungry." You pretended to nonchalantly start a conversation with her.

Targeting her kind heart was foul play, but it worked. She gave her lunchbox to you her hand her hand her hand and both of you headed up to the roof together. As you ate her lunchbox, you could feel the warmth and love she had for Elias. All of Elias's favourite food, nice prepared in an elegant manner he would love you wish it was for you. As Aleena cried about how Elias will never look her way, you didn't want to discourage Aleena and wanted to resist the temptation to kill Elias, came up with a plan. You will set Aleena up with Elias.

There's a reason why you're a yandere. Anything for your darling

reference from the manga oneshot Make Heroine wo Katasetai! taglist: @suiana @forbidden-sunlight @allurilove @mightypossibly @hana-no-seiiki @yxami @maleyanderecafe @moyazaika @losersiren @faux-ecrivain @oct0bra1ns @lizzaneia-elizalde @misstycloud @purerae @puripurin @darling--core @heartfullofleeches @godnectar @yandere-writer-momo @lovverletters @loveydoveysunray also tell me if you want to be tagged. I got this idea from other writers :)

Guys, I'm working on part 2 of yandere actor x crew reader and some requests so don't worry! It's my break now, I finally have time to write.

Also, notice how I bolded every mention of Aleena because reader is obsessed with her. And they never bolded their own name because Aleena is much more important to them than anything else.

Also, I appreciate feedback! PLS PLS PLS GV FEEDBACK

[damnfandomproblems]

Fandom Problem #7177:

*Me, a pro-men (terfs and men haters are fucking losers, sexism is wrong no matter who it's aimed at) feminist woman, drawing heavily stylized art*

Some dumb ass: "Oh but where are her organs?? Misogynistic bitch kys and hopefully your eating disorder gets worse, because clearly, you have one if your drawing women like that" or "You're clearly a man and an incel die die die virgin small dick manlet"

*Me who doesn't have an eating disorder, has my sex/gender clearly placed in my bio, just trying to have fun* "Nowhere, because she, or more accurately it, doesn't have organs. It's a bunch of organized colorful pixels. Anyways, blocked and reported cunt <3"

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I don't get why people get so twisted up about stylized waists on female characters. Like, it's meant to be unrealistic, women don't have huge eyes and aren't highly saturated either?? If seeing a cartoon gets you that insecure, seek resources (therapy, online groups/forums if you can't afford therapy, etc) to deal with that rather than throwing around accusations and death threats???

Not only that, if you can't handle seeing stylized cartoon women, how the hell are you going to deal with real women who get plastic surgery?? Unrealistic bodies literally exist IRL too, why should I have to censor my art to help you cope with your insecurities if we aren't going to ban plastic surgery too??? Learn how to cope and stop making your issues my problem!!

And it's only stylized women people throw a fit over! I have never seen anyone complain about stylized men drawn with huge muscles or an extremely feminine (Twink? That's what I've seen it called) build, super tall, a perfect hairline, and a complete lack of body hair despite the fact most real-life men don't have hyper-masculine/super-feminine bodies, perfect hairlines, no body hair and aren't six feet+ -_-

Like, imagine being such a huge pathetic asshole that you have double fucking standers on top of trying to be a censoring prick [aka, fundamentally conservative, no matter how leftie you try and portray yourself to be] couldn't me lmao

[hymemena]

Trials in Tainted Space Transformative Items Magic Anons

Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs. These are taken from the game Trials In Tainted Space. Inspired by this meme by @sunbun-memes.

CW: General NSFW, Heats, Ruts, Transformation

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Amazona Iced Tea - Increases breast size, height, and/or muscle tone in female-identifying individuals.

Amber Seed - Grants the consumer avian attributes. If consumer is feline, the amber seed will change them into a griffin. If consumer is equine, the amber seed will turn them into a hippogriff. If consumer is a naga or similar snake-like being, the amber seed will change them into a quetzalcoatl.

Bovinium - A small bottle labeled "Bovinium" that contains a small, cow-shaped gummy candy. Grants the consumer cowgirl attributes. If consumer has a penis, their penis will shrink. If the consumer has breasts, their breasts will go and begin to lactate if not already lactating.

Breeder's Bliss - Induces heat or rut in the consumer.

Cackler - A chocolate bar filled with crisped rice. The front of the wrapper has the name spelled out in big, blocky letters. Grants the consumer hyena attributes.

Canine Popper - Grants the consumer canine attributes. If consumer does not already have a tail, the canine popper will cause one to grow. If consumer has a penis, it will become a knotted canine penis. If consumer has a vagina, it will become a canine vagina.

Capraphorm - A small, disposable inhaler full of something called “Capraphorm.” It is blank white in appearance with a black silhouette of what appears to be a goat above the mouthpiece. Grants the consumer caprine attributes. If consumer does not have hooves, they will gain hooves. If consumer does not have horns, they will grow horns.

Catnip - Grants the consumer feline attributes. If consumer has a penis, it will be transformed into a barbed feline penis. If consumer has a vagina, it will become a feline vagina. Accidental or intentional overdose will cause the consumer to become a cattaur.

Chocolac - Causes the consumer to lactate chocolate milk upon consumption.

Dicksprout - Causes user's penis to grow larger. In some cases, causes user to grow an additional penis.

Dose of Soak - Effective only on those who possess a vagina. Will dramatically enhance lubrication and sensitivity of the consumer's vagina.

Dumbfuck Pill - Causes the consumer to become a himbo or a bimbo, depending on gender identity.

Goblinola Snack Bar - A snack bar that is gaudily advertised on its plastic wrap as a tasty, healthy treat. Grants the consumer goblin attributes. Will cause taller folk to become as short as three feet six inches.

Horse Pill - Grants the consumer equine attributes. If consumer has a penis, it will be transformed into an equine penis. If consumer has a vagina, it will be transformed into an equine vagina. May cause the consumer to become a centaur.

Illumorpheme - Grants the user moth attributes. If user does not have wings or antennae, illumorpheme will cause them to manifest. Lemon

Loftcake - A lemon cake roll designed to dramatically increase the consumer's height to a maximum of 120 inches.

Lion-Os - Grants the user lion attributes. If user is female-aligned, can cause the growth of a second row of breasts.

Lip Tease - Allows the user to shrink or enlarge their lips, as well as change their lips' natural color.

Mousearella Cheese - A cheesy snack covered in a thin plastic wrapper with the image of a cartoon mouse nibbling on an oversized wedge of Swiss cheese. Grants the consumer mouse attributes. Will shrink taller individuals down to a maximum of 60 inches tall, and cause the growth of mouse ears and tail.

New Ewe - Grants the consumer sheep attributes. This includes a thick layer of fluffy wool, and the growth of ram horns in male-identifying consumers.

Ovilium - Causes the consumer to become pregnant with eggs.

Pandaneen Pill - Grants the consumer panda attributes.

Pussyblossom Pill - Causes the consumer to grow a vagina. Maxes out at three.

Shark Bites - This is a simple white pack containing three brown coloured jerky-esque bits. Grants the consumer shark attributes. Consumers will gain scales and shark markings, as well as gills.

Strawberry Shortcake - A strawberry cake roll that dramatically reduces the consumer's height to a minimum of 48 inches.

Swineapple - Grants the consumer swine attributes. If consumer has a penis, it will be transformed into a swine penis. If consumer has a vagina, it will be transformed into a swine vagina. Will also cause consumer to grow a corkscrew tail.

Tittyblossom - Grants user enlarged breasts. Has also been known to reduce muscle tone and increase femininity.

Virection - Causes the consumer's penis to grow larger, with a maximum size of thirty inches long. May also result in the consumer growing another penis, up to a maximum of ten.

Zil Ration - These are dried rations appear to be made from local fruits and plant nectars. Grants the consumer bee attributes. Often results in lactation of honey in female-identifying consumers, and honey cum in all consumers.

[princessofprowess]

[prestongafnea]

Special video for All-Star Cartoon100

I've been working on the 1st 1930 cartoon muscle female growth I am adding a first sound effect for my animation video of Mrs. Rubber.

[deceptive-daydreams]

So Here I Am, I’m Trying - E.M. (18+ ONLY)

Eddie x fem reader

5.5K Words

Eddie throws a few punches to defend your honor and gets caught up with the law in the process, causing you to be upset with him. He swears he would never end up like his dad however he now sees the parallels and is scared to lose you.

Warnings - physical fighting, a moment of sexual harassment, jail, PDA, smut, oral (female receiving), overstimulation, let me know if I missed any

A/N - this was literally supposed to just be smut so idk how this happened but these are my babies now 🥹 and I may want to create some lore around them, pls let me know what you think

Masterlist

Eddie getting in a fight at The Hideout just after performing with Corroded Coffin because some creepy skeezy guy had been staring at you the whole time he was on stage.  He’s all sweaty, curls damp while a cut up muscle tee adorns his torso and he’s wearing his signature ripped black jeans.  Being super protective over you, you’ve always warned him against physical fights since it would only get him into further trouble and he’s always for the most part listened, usually leading you away with his arm around your waist and at the most giving whatever lowlife who was trying to talk you up a scowl.   Not tonight. 

Tonight, he’s watching from the stage as the band begins packing up, Gareth carrying an amp out to the back where the van is parked while the others gulp down some water.  Some middle aged man with a greasy comb over and a disgusting smirk plastered on his face is eyeing you up and down, not even trying to hide it.  He’s too close to you for Eddie’s comfort, only a barstool in between you.  From across the room, time slows down as the prick has the audacity to reach over and cup your ass while still sitting at the bar.  Your demeanor shifts to discomfort, wincing at the touch as a gasp escapes you—eyes bulging out of your head not knowing how to react, not knowing what to do.  

Absolutely not.

Eddie is seeing red, there is no other thought in his mind other than the fact that he is going to without a doubt fuck this guy up.  He’s sprinting across the bar and before you can even register it, his fist collides with the guy’s jaw and then he’s wailing on him, now on top of him on the floor, fists alternating as they make contact with the man’s face.  “You think that shit’s okay?!”  Knuckles pound into his nose.  “Touching girls without their consent make you feel like a man?”  Another blow to the cheek.  “Doesn’t feel good does it!!” He screams in the man’s face, grabbing his collar before throwing another punch.  You’re shouting for Eddie as he continues his assault.  “Eddie, Eddie—Ed STOP!”  He’s hearing none of it.  And that’s when Hopper steps in, grabbing Eddie off the man and shoving him back though Eddie still attempts to lunge at the guy.  “Munson!”  Hopper addresses him sternly, brows knit together.  “What did I tell you the last time this happened?”  Hop asks, pointing a finger in Eddie’s face as if he were disciplining a dog.  “Hop, this guy was being a fuckin’ creep, you can’t seriously put all the blame on me—“  “—I can when you’re the only one throwing punches.” Hopper interrupts.  “M’ gonna have to take you in.  You said it wouldn’t happen again yet here we are.”  He says with regret in his tone, eyes showing the tiniest bit of sympathy.  “You’ve gotta be shitting me, he was trying to feel up my girlfriend—I-I’m just supposed to let it happen?!”  Eddie is fuming, if this were a cartoon steam would be coming out of his ears.  “Kid, it still doesn’t make it right and now I have to take you in.  My partner will deal with this guy for now but you gotta come with me.” Hop addresses Eddie like a disappointed father.  

Within minutes Eddie is being escorted out of The Hideout in handcuffs, you following closely behind.  “Eddie, why would you do this?!  That guy wasn’t worth it!  Do you feel like a man now that you let your testosterone dictate your actions?!”  Now you’re fuming, seeing your boyfriend being taken away to jail for the night because of some perv was not in the cards.  Yes, the guy was a total dirtbag but now Eddie is getting punished which wasn’t a win in your book.  He looks at you before he’s forced into the cop car, a smirk on his face.  “Baby, I’d do it a million times over.  He deserved what he got and I’ll gladly sit in jail knowing his face is busted.”  You scoff at this, now you’re aggravated.  Taking a step toward him and getting in his face, your eyes remain on his, burning a hole.  “You’ll gladly sit in jail and leave me at home worried sick about what could happen to you in there?!  Eddie, you let him win!!”  Your eyes are beginning to well up now.  “That perv??  You let him get to you and now I have to go home alone and hope that you don’t get into any more fights!!  Cause that’s what you like to do apparently!!  You like to fuckin’ fight all in the name of being a man.  A stupid. Fucking. Man.” You enunciate each word, getting closer and closer to his face.  Emotions are running high after everything that just occurred and maybe Eddie is a little bit riled up which leads him even further into the hole he dug himself.  He laughs but there’s no humor detected.  “Like my old man, huh?  Guess it’s better I get started sooner than later.”  His smile doesn’t reach his eyes, in fact it’s entirely the opposite of happy.  Looking up at the night sky, the stars noticeably brighter than other nights, your face displays pure annoyance with him.  “You are not making this about your dad.  You made the decision to punch someone and to keep going knowing that the cops already had you on their radar because of the last time.  You made that decision and if you feel like that makes you more like your dad then that’s on you.”  Your words are venom to him.  “But you are not going to sit there and pretend that you’re a man just because you got a few punches in.”  You finish with a sniffle, sucking back the tears that had gathered on your waterline.  

His big brown eyes stare at you sadly as he’s pushed further into the car, the door closing while the blue and red lights flash around you.  Hopper offers a sympathetic look, his face softening toward you.  “You okay?” He asks.  Biting your lip to keep from sobbing, you only nod.  “I-uh-I’m gonna have someone escort you home.  Unfortunately the law isn’t gonna let us do anything to the other guy since we can’t prove what happened.  I’m real sorry, kiddo.”  He explains, bringing a hand to your shoulder and giving a gentle squeeze.  Just great, the sole reason why you and Eddie are now fighting is going to get off without any kind of punishment.  “If it helps, I’ll keep an eye on Ed in there.  You can come collect ‘m tomorrow morning.” He reassures you.  “Thank you.” You whisper.  

And with that, Hopper gets into the driver's seat,  Eddie looking at you through the window, much like a kicked puppy.  As the car starts to slowly drive away, he mouths an ‘I love you’ and you're left standing there trying to process all that just happened.  Did I have to blow up on him?  You question yourself momentarily.  Now you can’t stop thinking of him sitting in a jail cell by himself all night, thinking he’s the exact incarnate of his father.  You didn’t mean to be so harsh with him but at the same time, his starting fights were only going to further put him in a tough spot.  He had to work ten times harder because of his reputation given to him by his father at a young age.  Eddie never had it easy and all you can do is cry because all he’s ever wanted was to be loved, to be truly and unconditionally loved and yet the town hated him before he could even learn to speak up for himself, creating circumstances that no kid should ever have to grow up in.  And now he was in jail most likely reflecting on everything that went wrong, thinking he might’ve lost you because he was mirroring his dad’s criminal record.  Eddie had been arrested before when he was younger for stupid crimes like vandalism but was always let go within a few hours, never held overnight so he had time to let his thoughts fester.  Although you were still mad at him for letting himself give into his rage, you were also a nervous wreck since he’d probably be beating himself up—thinking he was like his father and anytime those thoughts stuck around, he was a mess.  

You were forced to worry throughout the night, laying there with the bed void of your dear Eddie.  Sleep wasn’t going to come easily while you stared into the darkness of the room just wishing tonight never happened.  The air conditioner whirred as you tossed and turned, silent tears escaping your eyes.  Every time you were on the brink of a light sleep, the fact that Eddie was in a cell had you stirring awake.  Like the universe could read your mind, the blaring ring of the phone filled the room, causing you to sit up in alarm at the sudden noise.  You stare at the phone on the nightstand for a moment trying to register who would be calling although you have the slightest idea.  Scooting to the edge of the bed, you pick it up and hear steady breathing on the other end as you answer.  “Hello?”  The phone on the other end shuffles around for a second before you hear him.  “H-hey.  It’s me.”  And without a doubt you know that it’s your Eddie.  “Hi, Ed.”  You respond, still trying to keep your guard up because what he did was not okay but you oh so badly want to just melt and tell him how you haven’t been able to sleep at the thought of him being in there.  Twisting the phone cord around your fingers anxiously, you hear him inhale before continuing.  “I-um—I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry.  It was stupid, I was stupid and I let that jerk get to me.”  You’re quiet, unable to formulate a response.  “And uh—the thing I said about my dad earlier, I—I don’t know—I was just pissed.  I’d never in a million years want to be like him.”  He sounds choked up but he’s definitely holding it all back which confirms that he’d been comparing himself to his dad all night, it was his worst nightmare.  “You’re not.”  You state softly.  Although Eddie is in the doghouse with you right now, you think it’s right to reassure him.  “I—I-I’m gonna do better, I promise.”  You catch a quick sniffle on his end.  “Baby, please don’t leave me.  I don’t know why I let this happen, but please don’t give up on me.” His voice sounds strained like he’s doing everything he can not to cry.  “You’re my rock and I don’t—I don’t deserve you.  But I want to be a better man…for you.”  You can almost see him pinching the bridge of his nose while he stares up at the ceiling, the way he gets when he’s starting to get emotional but won’t let himself give in.  “Baby, I’m not going anywhere.”  You speak gently.  “You’re already a good man, Ed.  You have your moments but you are the most loving and kind man I have ever met.  You are not him.”  You remind him.  “Fuck.”  He whispers with another sniffle.  “I’m just sorry.  I never wanted to put you through this, fuckin’ talking to me while I sit in jail.  And all because some fuckin’ prick wanted to get handsy with you and I couldn’t just take you and walk away.”   You imagine the sorrow in his face, eyebrows  scrunching in frustration and a frown on his pretty lips.  “Eddie, we can’t change it now.  We’ll do better tomorrow, okay?”  You tell him.  “I’ll do better.  You didn’t do anything wrong, sweets.  Other than have me as your boyfriend.”  He talks down on himself.  “Baby.  Stop.  I love you.  Even if you get your ass thrown in jail, I love you because that’s what love is.  Unconditional.”  You explain, hoping he takes your words to heart.  And he does.  “I love you.  You should probably get some sleep.  Got a hot date in the morning.”  He jokes.  “I do.”  You confirm with a smile.  With hushed good nights, you place the phone back on the hook.  Even from fucking jail Eddie could make you blush.  

—

The parking lot smells of cigarette smoke as a few police officers talk among themselves on their smoke break right outside the Hawkins Police Department.  You mutter a ‘good morning’ as you approach the doors, one of the officers rushing to hold it open for you while you thank him.  Checking in with the woman at the front desk, you explain that you’re here to pick up your boyfriend, Eddie Munson and she says she’ll let Hopper know.  The station is quiet and there’s not a lot going on.  Not a soul sits in the chairs placed in the lobby and the scent of shitty coffee surrounds the room.  

Your ears pick up on two male voices coming down the hallway and you catch onto the very end of the conversation.  “Don’t let it happen again, kid.  That girl out there is a catch and the way she was looking at you last night while I took you in wasn’t just any look.”  You recognize Hopper’s gruff voice.  “Munson, I know your old man really fucked things up for you but for the love of god, don’t go fucking it up for yourself.”  Your ears perk up at your boyfriend's last name.  “Hop, I’m never comin’ back to this shit hole, trust me.  I’m gonna go out there and marry that girl…start a farm or something, big happy family.”  His tone is humorous but you can’t help the butterflies that flutter in your stomach at his words.  Before you know it, Hopper and Eddie emerge from around the corner.  Eddie’s hair is a wild mess, bangs sticking every which way and bags decorating his under eyes.  His syrupy doe eyes gaze at you with nothing but love, you swore you could see them softening even more before you.  “There she is.” He smiles in disbelief, almost as if you wouldn’t show up to come and get him.  “And there he is.  My hot date.”  You say playfully.  He’s blushing, a shy grin on his lips.  

Once the appropriate paperwork was filled out and signed, Eddie was free to go and you were just happy it was over.  As you both walk to the car, it’s almost like he’s afraid to touch you.  You don’t blame him, the last time he saw you were seething but you’d gone fourteen full hours worrying about him and all you wanted was to kiss him now that he was at an arm's length.  So you do.  You grab the front of his shirt in your fist and bring him into you for a sensual and passionate kiss.  Surprised at first, he stumbles back but catches his balance as he brings his hands to your waist.  As you pull back to breathe, he rests his forehead against yours, a genuine grin on his face.  “What was that for?”  He asks while stroking his thumb along your hip.  You inhale a deep breath before confessing.  “As much as I hate that you punched that guy cause violence never works, it was really hot.  The way you got all protective and how he never stood a chance.”  Smiling shyly at him now, a smirk makes its way to his face.  “Oh, really?”  He mutters, eyes glancing to your lips.  “But I also never want you to get into a fight again so next time if someone is being a creep—maybe just take it out on me.”  Your words go quieter at the end, timid.   

Now his smirk grows, hand traveling to the small of your back as he moves you a little closer to him.  “Take it out on you, huh?  Did I get you all worked up, baby?”  He teases.  Your thighs are clenching together, searching for any kind of relief.  “Eddie.” You whine, squeezing his exposed bicep.  “Tell you what.”  His finger tilts your chin to look up at him.  “I’ll take you home and fuck all that neediness right out of you.  And then I’ll take you out on a lunch date.”  He decides.  “Buy you flowers.  Those roses you like.”  He speaks with a hushed tone, looking at you like you put the stars in the sky.  “Start a farm?”  You gently mock his words from earlier.  A flash of shock crosses his features before he tugs you closer to him, if even possible.  “Start a farm.  Get you a ring.  Have a nice little wedding with all of our goats and shit.  Have some kids.  If you want.  Whatever you want.”  His words are spoken with such tenderness.  “I’d like that.”  You whisper, lips hovering over his.  You’re enamored by the way his eyes take you in, large pools of chocolate you could swim in for hours.  “Can’t wait to marry you.  I’m the luckiest guy in the world.  Sorry if that’s too forward.  But it’s true.  You’re it for me, baby.”  The pad of his thumb strokes your cheek delicately.  You’re smiling fondly at him, unable to form a response as your eyes blur with tears, the happy kind.

All of the sudden you’re pressed against the cold metal of your car, Eddie’s body against yours as he moves his thigh in between your legs, not paying any mind to anyone who might be able to see.  You hum in content as he moves his lips against yours, plush and a little chapped but still soft.  “Gonna let me take you home and fuck a baby into you?”  He rasps, tongue lightly skimming your bottom lip.  You’re heaving, the throbbing between your legs is making you squirm in his arms as he has you caged in against the car.  “Mmmm Eddie.”  You whimper into his mouth.  “No baby yet, but please make me cum.”  You whisper while tugging at the curls at the nape of his neck, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.  Within seconds he’s off of you, opening the passenger door for you and gesturing like a gentleman, insisting that he drives back since he put you through so much trouble this past night.

—

Once he pulls up to the trailer you’d both purchased, only a short distance from Wayne’s, he’s on you immediately, he can’t keep his hands off of you as he keeps pressing kisses into your neck while you stumble up the wooden steps to the door.  If any neighbors are watching, neither of you notices.  You stop for a moment as you hand him the key to unlock the door.  “Wait, you haven’t eaten in like fifteen hours, shouldn’t we go—“  He presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, a boyish smile on his lips.  “Sweets, I’m about to have a feast.”  He pushes open the door and bows as he gestures for you to step in.  Your face feels hot, he has flirted with you millions of times but each time he still leaves you flustered.  

Closing the door and dropping the keys onto the kitchen counter, he attaches himself to you again, pressing you against the wall while one hand holds your jaw and the other your hip, his tongue grazing your top lip teasingly.  “Please.”  You whine pathetically into him.  He tuts while gazing down at you, his lashes casting elegant shadows against his cheeks.  “Gonna take my time with you, honey.  You’ll get what you want but it’s gonna be my way.”  He knows precisely how to turn you into putty in his hands, how to tease you so tortuously that you’re begging—all huffy and whiny desperate for more.  And he knows that you absolutely love it when he won’t give in right away.  

“Promise to never spend another night in that shit hole again, okay?.  Cause then I don’t get to do this.”  His lips trail from your jaw, sucking carefully down to your neck, his hand ghosting over your clothed core, causing your breath to hitch.  “Or this.”  His hand dips into your waistband, calloused fingers just barely touching over your clit, eliciting a gasp from you.  “And this.”  His voice his low as he continues his assault on your neck, his fingers coming up to roll your nipple between his fingers through your shirt and you swear you’re dripping to the point that your thighs are sticky.  “Gonna make you feel so good, baby.  Gonna get you so cum drunk.”  He says against your skin.  All you can do is let out little mewls.  “Huh, baby?  You all worked up and needy?  So pathetic and whiny for me.”  At this point you’re grinding your heat into his thigh, searching for any kind of friction at all.  “Eddie.”  You’re whimpering miserably.  

His strong hands grip under your thighs, hoisting you up and carrying you to your shared bedroom as you begin to kiss down his stubbly cheek and along his jaw, the scent of his aftershave still lingering from yesterday.  Finally, he pulls your pants down your legs, discarding them somewhere on the floor, then pulling his shirt over his head, now displaying his many tattoos and lean figure.  Your eyes land on his happy trail, his delicious little happy trail that you could never get enough of and it has you rolling your hips.  “Shh, sweetheart.  ‘M gonna take care of you, don’t you worry.”  His ring clad fingers lingers over your soaked panties, gently caressing you in his hand.  His other hand tugs at the hem of your shirt and you quickly oblige, throwing it off.  “Good girl.” He purrs, thumb grazing your bottom lip.  “This too.”  He demands, finger hooking into the strap of your bra, letting it snap back into place as he releases it.  His eyes are drinking you in, he’s practically drooling at the sight before him.  In no time, you're flinging the bra across the room, almost completely exposed to him except for your panties.  

Plump lips start kissing their way down your torso, leaving you shuddering at the sensation, his hand still cupping your heat which leaves you feeling hopeless, completely at his mercy.  He takes a nipple in between his teeth before sucking on it carefully, his tongue caressing the little bud as it hardens, your back arching and your breath catching in your throat.  A large hand moves from your heat to your upper thigh, traveling down to grip your ass, every touch setting you on fire.  His lips begin working on the other nipple, his other hand twisting the now neglected one between his fingers, you letting out a sigh as you squirm, hips wiggling against him.  “That feel good?”  He asks cockily with his mouth against your breast.  All you can give him is a moan in response.  “Bet I could make you cum just from this alone.”  He chuckles.  He could but you know it would also take a while and you need release now.

“Ed, please.”  You beg.  “Please, been thinking about you since last night.”  You admit through heavy breathes while he continues to tease you.  “Mm?” He sounds pleased while glancing up at you through hooded eyes.  “What, does it turn you on when I get all protective?  Did you secretly like that I put that guy in his place?”  His raspy voice has you wiggling against him again, his bulge pressing into your thigh through his jeans.  “You know I don’t like fights.”  You manage to get out.  “Especially when they get you arrested.”  You’re gasping for air, his lips still sucking, fingers still pinching the other bud.  “But fuck…”. You sigh.  “You’re so hot and it’s so sexy how protective you are of me.”  You finish your thought, fingers dancing along his shoulders.

Abruptly, he stops what he’s doing, now hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties, yanking them down your legs and shoving them into his back pocket.  “Yeah, sweets?”  He taunts.  “Mmhmm.”  You squeak as he blows air over your sopping wet center.  “Please do something.”  You plead with him, grabbing at his curls, attempting to pull him closer.  “Yeah?”  He asks, eyebrows raised, cockier than ever.  “Yes!”  You chirp back.  “Well since you asked so nicely…”.  He trails off before attaching his lips directly to your clit, your hands tugging at his hair and your hips bucking up.  His arms wrap around your thighs as he buries his face into you as if you were his last meal.  Tongue tracing shapes into your clit, he teases your hole with the tip of his finger, moans escaping you left and right.  It made it even filthier that he kept his rings on.  Your hips are twitching, legs shaking, no signs of him letting up anytime soon.  

His finger pushes inside of you, curling into your walls before adding a second one, just how you like.  As you try to grind yourself up into him, his strong arms pin your thighs to the mattress, his free hand pushing down on your lower stomach so you’re forced to endure the pleasure.  That feeling starts to build up, the one that you can’t stop chasing once you start, white hot burning pleasure.  Eddie continues curling his fingers into you, hitting the right spot every time which only makes you whimper softly.  He takes a moment to detach his lips from you, looking up at you fondly as your chest quickly moves up and down, blissed out beyond belief.  “Look so pretty, baby.  Think you can cum for me?”  He asks.  While he inquires, his hold on your lower stomach loosens as well as his arms draped over your thighs and at this you try to roll your hips to meet his fingers only to be pinned back down by his powerful arms, thighs unable to move and hips held hostage by his hand holding you there.  “I asked you a question, honey.  You already that cum drunk?  Didn’t even cum yet and here you are, looking like you’ve been fucked stupid.”  His words are mean in the best way possible.  “I—I can cum for you Eddie.  Please let me cum.”  You gasp for air.  His thumb begins to circle your clit, finding a delicious rhythm while his other hand is occupied by curling his fingers precisely inside of you.  Lips are trailing along your hip bone, becoming wet and sloppy as your slick coating his lips paints your body, his tongue then gliding over your skin—body trembling.  “There it is, sweetheart, almost there.  Show me how good it feels.”  A whisper against your stomach.  

You’re shaking from the pleasure, almost on the brink of your orgasm.  It builds and builds, Eddie replacing his thumb with his lips yet again, suckling on the swollen bud.  “‘M gonna—‘mm gonna—“. You can’t even finish your thought as you pant like you’re in heat.  Eddie mumbles against you, coaxing your climax out of you, fingers still working you like a guitar.  “C’mon baby, cum all over me.”  You reach that point where you’re about to release but it won’t wash over you yet, still chasing it desperately.  Whines fill the room, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as your eyes clench shut and your back arches off the bed beautifully, your walls pulsing around Eddie’s fingers and your clit throbbing under his mouth.  Nails scratch down his bare shoulders as he encourages you through your high.  Whimpering from overstimulation as your body tries to wiggle away from him, his strong hold not allowing you, he continues.  “I know, baby.  I know.”  He coos.  “Let it all out, angel.”  And as you come down from cumming so hard, he doesn’t give up, still tracing his tongue over your clit, fingers still inside of you.  “E-Eddie, so sensitive!”  You grip his shoulders, claw marks now running down them, your body trying to move out from under him but he won’t have it.  “What’s the matter, baby?  You were just so needy and now it’s too much?”  He mocks.  Your stomach muscles are tightly clenched, hands now gripping at the sheets below you in fists.  If you said your safe word he’d stop without hesitation but that’s not what you want, in fact you love when he overstimulates to the point that you’re not even on planet earth the following few minutes.  

Eventually, your face looks fucked out enough to Eddie’s liking, removing his fingers as your release spills out into the sheets, sucking on his fingers as if he’d just devoured his last meal.  Your eyes are shut from exhaustion but you know you’ll have the energy to keep going after you recover.  Eddie’s presence hovers over you as he presses a loving kiss to your cheek, plopping down beside you and pulling you into his side.  The motion causes friction down there and at this you let out a whimper.  “I know, poor baby.”  Eddie murmurs into your hair.  “All cum drunk and I haven’t even put my cock inside you yet.”  He whispers.  

He’ll let you lay there to regain your composure for as long as you need.  And in this time you take it upon yourself to bring up his words from earlier.  You tilt your head up to look at him as you rest against his chest, eyes becoming doe like before you ask your question.  “You really wanna marry me?”  You ask with a hint of insecurity.  He brings his hand up to cradle your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin thoughtfully.  “I do.”  He confirms with a soft kiss to your lips, meaningful and promising.  “In fact…”  he states, sitting you both up against the headboard, removing his arm from around you to turn away from you, hiding something from your line of sight.  Face contorting into confusion, you try to sneak a glimpse at what he’s doing but it’s not successful.  He hops out of the bed, a puzzled expression on your face as he gestures for you for you to scoot to the edge of the bed, your legs dangling over the side.  

“So, I know this isn’t exactly all fairytale-like and all big and extravagant but…”. Suddenly he’s down on one knee.  You’re completely naked and he’s shirtless in his ripped jeans, panties shoved haphazardly into his back pocket, one of his rings, the skull one that occupied his ring finger held in between his fingers as he promises it to you.  “Will you marry me?”  He asks, a shy grin on his face, cheeks tinted pink and hair a mess from you tugging on it and you think to yourself that this moment couldn’t be more perfect.  No it’s not some big premeditated gesture but it’s so Eddie and everything you love about him so there’s not a doubt in your mind when you answer him, tears rolling down your face.  “Yes.  Yes, I’ll marry you!”  You're nodding vigorously, extending your left hand out so he can slip the ring onto your finger.  It’s entirely too big but you don’t care as you gale at it as if it were a diamond.  Your hands cup his cheeks and you kiss him like he could disappear in seconds, him pushing you back into the bed as he hovers over you, a lovesick look etched into his features.  Mumbling against your lips, he swears to you that he’s going to save up and buy you any ring you want.  He finds it endearing when you tell him the one you want is already on your finger.  “Okay, then if that’s really the one you want we can get it resized.  Your fingers are too little.”  He’s holding your hand up and inspecting it, a playful grin on his face.  

The remainder of that day is spent making love to each other, making each other feel good in every way possible.  And, yes, the ring does fly off and across the room whenever you’re undoing the zipper of his jeans but as you’re crawling over to retrieve it he just grabs you by your chin, a proud smile gracing his features.  “How’d a pretty little thing like you wind up with a guy like me?”  He asks genuinely.  You take a moment to grab the ring from where it landed, moving to stand in front of him and setting  it in his palm, forcing his fingers around it as you reply.  “How could I not end up with you?”  You offer before speaking again.  “Hold onto that for me, I’m gonna need it to become Mrs. Munson.”  The smile that pulls from him is enough to make you tear up as you finish unzipping his pants, about to give him the best head he’s ever had.  That he deserves.

~end~

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Cartoons need to stop depicting female animals with boobs, because why the hell did I just go "omg when you're eating chicken breasts, you're eating the chest muscles of a chicken, not actual boobies, because 1. Chickens aren't mammals, they don't lactate, so they don't have boobs, and 2. Most of the time you're eating male chickens, so even if they did lactate, you still wouldn't eat chicken boobs!!!"

I'm sixteen, this shouldn't be a shocking realisation for me😭