#jean marie munson

[rabbleboy]

See you this Saturday, March 25th, for Chalk It Up Art & Music Festival!

See you this Saturday, March 25th, for Chalk It Up Art & Music Festival! #art #author #illustrator #kidlit @lvccld

It’s that time of the year again. The annual Chalk It Up event will host various artists, musicians, food trucks, activities, and more. I’ll hang out with Jean-Marie Munson from Plot Twist Publishing and create some fun chalk art. We’ll also have books and comics for sale on the spot, so stop by! Date/time:   Saturday, March 259am-2pm (festival runs 10am-2pm) Location:      Summerlin Library…

[eddiernunson]

Pathetic | Virgin!Eddie Munson x f!Reader | 18+

Summary: Eddie surprisingly asks you out, despite being in separate social circles. When he doesn't make a move on any dates, you ask and discover the fun of making him whimper

Warnings: sub!Eddie, (slight) dom!reader, edging, multiple orgasms (m), no protection, virgin!eddie, sloppy ending, and just making Eddie whine

Barely edited.

Inspired by a conversation with @forget-you-morelike-fuck-you when we talked about this exact thing.

Word Count: 2.3k

To say it surprised you when Eddie Munson asked you out would be an understatement. You found him decent looking enough, eyes following his slim hips or limber fingers when you had the chance. Since you’re in completely different social circles, tables on the opposite ends of the cafeteria, you never interact.

However, one Friday afternoon he approached you, a shy smile on his face as he asks you to a Drive In, you accepted sincerely.

When you’re in his passenger seat, you find yourself surprised by how his hands don’t even attempt to make their way under your tiny skirt, a feat you’ve faced from every other date you’ve had since reaching high school. It was stupidly refreshing. In fact, so refreshing, by the end of the date as he continues licking the butter of the popcorn your thighs end up tensing up, now wishing he had fingered you in the fucking Drive In.

When he dropped you off at home, he gives a gentle kiss on your cheek, promising to call you the next day. Your fingernails leave moon imprints on the palm on your hand, officially fucking sexually frustrated because of Eddie fucking Munson.

He takes you on a few more dates as the time goes on, still never making a move. Not the restaurant, bowling alley, or the arcade. You got a long well with him, his humour and yours mixing well as you get to know him, but if you didn’t get his cock down your throat soon, you were gonna lose it.

Now you sit on his couch, absentmindedly watching reruns of Bewitched as he practices on his guitar. His nimble and fast fingers distract you, zoning in on them as you watch them, not even noticing that the reruns have ended and the tv is now playing The Mary Tyler Moore Show.

You clear your throat, getting his attention. He looks up, his expression taken aback as his eyes peer up at you with his mouth half open. “Hmm?” He asks, licking his fingers for a slight relief.

God, he’s a tease. “Please just kiss me already.”

His eyes noticeably widen, his mouth partially opening. “Huh?”

You shuffle up to him in the corner of the couch and lift his guitar from him, gently placing it on the coffee table. “Kiss me.”

His mouth shifts into a boyish smile, licking his lips as he glances to your lips, just a little bit. You sit right next to him. You sit on your own leg, grabbing at his face as you finally, finally place your lips on his luscious pink ones. It’s gentle, far gentler than you’re craving from him, been craving. Your mouth opens slightly, leading the way as you swallow a muffled whine from him. Your tongue collides with his, hungrily starting to crawl closer to him. “C-can we please go to your room?” You ask, knowing the couch won’t be enough.

His eyes take a minute to open, glazing over as they switch between yours, his cheeks flushed. In hindsight, you’re not sure how you didn’t see initial signs.

Eddie holds your hand as he leads you to his room at the end of the hall, biting his lips nervously. You lie on his bed, tugging him by the jean vest on top of you, hungrily kissing him. Throughout the kissing, there’s numerous muffled moans you swallow, your hands holding his back as his stay stationed on your hips, fingers unsteady and tense.

“Um…I-I need to tell you something.” Eddie mumbles, his voice low and husky.

“Hmm?” You ask, peering into his now darkened brown eyes.

He looks down between the two of you, an audible gulp leaving his throat. “I’m…I’m a virgin.”

Your eyebrows raise by reflex, suddenly several things making sense. “And…that’s why you haven’t made a move?” You ask, assessing his nervousness.

He nods, entirely vulnerable and the complete opposite of the front he puts up at school.

“That’s okay,” you nod, attempting to calm him down with your soft tone. “We just have a lot of time to make up for.” You don’t give him a chance to register this comment, leaning up for another desperate kiss. “Will you let me suck your cock?” You ask, noting the slight pressure now at your thigh.

It’s visible as he short circuits, his eyes darting as he takes it in. “A-are you sure?”

You swing your weight so you’re now on top, giggling as he gives you this look of pure astonishment. “Mmhmm!”

You quickly crawl down to face the bulge in his pants, drooling gathering in your mouth at the sheer size of him. Your hand reaches out to palm him, his startled and guttural moan satisfying you the shit out of you. Oh, you’re going to have a lot of fun. Your hands move to undo the button on his black jeans with ease, eagerly pulling down his pants has his cock pops out.

“Holy shit, you’re huge.” You mumble, taking in his size. “Ed. Look at me.” You wait patiently as his eyes open to face yours, placing your tongue tentatively on the pink weepy head, a whine escaping his throat as it makes contact. Your hand wraps around the base, licking tentatively at his head, feeling as his cock twitches in your hand. “Cock is so fucking needy, huh?” You ask, just teasing him.

Eddie nods enthusiastically, mouth open and eyes half closed. God, he looked desperate in the best of ways.

Slowly, you wrap your lips around the head, sucking tentatively as you start to stroke the length of him, veins pulsing. His stomach is already starting to tense, a sign that he was close. “You close, baby?” You ask, stroking his cock slowly.

“Uh huh.” Eddie whines, his legs starting to move under you restlessly.

You hum, starting to take a much larger amount into your mouth, bobbing your head quickly. Within seconds Eddie’s tip is shooting cum down your throat, the delicious salty taste making you hum around him.

“Fuck!” Eddie swears, left leg tensing under you. “Fuck, that was fast, I’m so sorry.”

“Aww, it’s okay.” You tell him, still stroking him sleepily. “If your pretty cock hasn’t been touched before, I understand. Think you can cum again?”

Eddie lets out a laugh in disbelief. “Um…”

“Wanna see if I can make you cum again...” You take his length further into the heat of your mouth than before, bobbing your head up and sucking with more enthusiasm.

Under you, he whines more desperately, his torso hiking up in intervals, hands intertwined in his hair as everything you give him sends him dumb.

As your hand moves under to roll his heavy balls, Eddie gasps loudly as he cums again within minutes, sucking him until every drop is shot into your throat again. “Ah, shit.” You lazily stroke him, eyes half open as you watch him get his bearings again. “Fuck, cock hurts, baby.”

“Oh, does it?” You ask, your tone of voice slightly condescending. “I think I’m gonna blow you until you cum two or three more times and then I’m gonna ride the shit out of you.” Your voice is casual as you explain it to him, but your pussy throbs at the prospect of making him whine pathetically even more.

His tip was darkening in shades of red from the sensitivity, gasping as you kiss at the tip. “Ed. Say a random word.”

“Huh?”

“Top of your head.”

Eddie takes advantage of the break you’re giving him, racking his thoughtless brain for a word without question. “Uh, duck.”

“Okay. If you really can’t handle another orgasm, you say that word as a last resort and I will stop, okay?” Eddie nods, his eyes squeezed shut. “Hey, look at me.” Eddie lifts his head up to you, eyes heavy as he nods again. “Okay, now I wanna hear some more of those pathetic little whines of yours.”

His cock twitches in your hand at that, a nonverbal cue that he was enjoying the shit out of this. You lick a long stripe up his cock, the gasp out of your mouth as you do is nearly feral as you do. As your thumb presses on his slit as you go back down to the base, starting to mouth at the skin of his balls. His whole-body tenses up, gasping as you suck at the flesh, soaking him with your spit. You move down, hand still stroking him as you attack the perinium, licking and sucking gently. As your head moves back up to the tip, he’s continuing to twitch. You wrap your lips around the head alone, flicking your tongue it up and down against it, his whine pure music to your ears.

This does it for the third time, the salty taste getting better and better.

Eddie is restless under you, mouth moving like he wants to say words but nothing coming out. “Look at you, so fucking pathetic. I haven’t even choked on your big cock, yet.”

“Pl-please” He chokes out, his voice breathy as he begs for you.

“Please, what, hmm?” You ask scattering wet kisses along the pulsing veins in his cock.

“P-please choke on it?” He asks, licking his lips desperately.

“Oh, baby is so desperate for it, hmm?” He nods shakily, his breathing short and jagged.

You immediately take him into the back of your throat, gagging on his cock with the most sinful sounds, Eddie’s hips pushing up to put more in your mouth, whining as he does. Your hand reaches out for his, placing it on the crown of your head. His hand pushes it on you, forcing his cock down your throat and starting to fuck it. Your eyes burn, a tear dressed in mascara falling slowly down your cheek and onto his thigh. As he finally fucks one last time in your mouth, shooting down your throat, he gasps, starting to feel much more sensitive as he cums a fourth time.

Finally, you as you lift your head he sees the trail of mascara down your cheeks, seeing the concern flash in his eyes. “You, you okay?”

You giggle, wiping the salt away from your flushed cheek. “Oh, that’s just part of the job.” You kiss his twitching tip, tongue lapping at it softly. “Trust me, that’s a good blow job when I’m crying.” His dick twitches, turned on by it. You ignore it, knowing you have plenty of time for him to fuck your throat on your knees. You had one last goal, wanting his hips to twitch.

“Gonna make you cum one more time, baby.” You say, licking thoroughly up and down the length. It’s a bit tamer this time, just jerking him off and playing with the sensitive tip as you maintain the eye contact. As he got close, his hips start to lift at their own accord, the moans on a whole new level. “Look at your hips twitching, baby. Wanna cum all over my face?”

“Please” He begs.

An impulsive thought takes over, stopping the action right as his tummy starts tense up.

Eddie’s eyebrows meet in the middle as he lets out a echo of disappointment. “Baby.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.” You apologize, stroking him quickly again. “Wanted to see that pathetic little face one more time.” You focus on him, getting him over the edge one last time as his hips twitch uncontrollably from the edge, gasping in little moans. As his sticky cum shoots, much less than the first time you open your mouth, wanting to accept his cum with your mouth open and smiling as the cum dresses your face.

You hum, grabbing the edge of your shirt to wipe it off, not caring much for this graphic tee, anyway. As you crawl up to him, you grin madly, taking in the way he’s eyes are glossed over. “You good?”

He nods lazily, breathing heavily. “What the fuck was that?”

You shrug, leaning in for a sweet kiss. “You need some water?”

“No, I want you to ride me.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fucking sure. Ride me, please.”

“Okay!”

After taking off your panties and skirt, you lift your leg to straddle him, making eye contact as you move his cock to your entrance. “You gonna wear your shirt?”

“You’re still wearing your shirt.” You point out, and Eddie laughs, his palm hitting his face sheepishly.

“Right. Whatever.”

Finally, you sink down on his cock, your pussy begging you for attention as you sucked him off. “Eddie.” You gasp out, his length filling you up deliciously. “Oh my god.”

“Now whos’ pathetic?” He asks, his voice quite cocky for someone who just came five times in what…ten minutes?

“Your cock is fucking good, Ed. Can you fucking blame me?” You tell him, deciding to ignore his unearned cockiness…for now.

“Fuck, this pussy is so tight.” Your hips start to roll, the pleasure all encompassing as he reaches the deepest depths of you.  “Roll those hips, oh my god.”

Okay. You have to point it out. “You’re surprisingly cocky for someone that just came so many times.”

“Wait until I fucking eat you out, babe.”

Your eyes roll in the back of your head, starting to bounce on him as you chase the orgasm that you’ve been denying yourself, listening to Eddie moan and babble even more.

“Gonna cum, Ed.” You warn him, sneaking up on you with how wet and horny you were.

“Me too.” He hums, a stupid silly smile on his face.

When you cum together, sweaty and sunny, you rest on his chest, petting his chest gently as you bask in the afterglow.

Effectively, you have solved your problem as Eddie sneaks his hand under your skirt the next time you’re sitting at the drive in.

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[writhingg]

heard you, saw you / need you, love you

Slender body angled in your direction, he leans against a rumbling car, a thick haze of cigarette smoke surrounding him. You quickly take stock of him—tall and tattooed, shaggy hair and black jeans ripped at the knee—and though you can’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses, you know he’s looking at you. More smoke pours slowly from his lips, and with a wide, wicked grin, he points his cigarette at you and calls out, “Gonna get you, baby!”

Eddie wants you, and he won't stop until he has you.

Word count: 4,857

Tags/warnings: 18+/minors dni, Flayed!Eddie Munson x fem reader, Eddie Munson & Billy Hargrove (Billy is more of a side character), college-aged reader, post-season 4, no use of y/n, Eddie and Billy live (sort of...), Eddie hints at SA-ing reader (nothing physical, but he does talk about it), horror, suspense, dread, blood and gore, coercion, emotional manipulation, swearing, creepy older men, the Upside Down, background Shadow Monster/Mind Flayer, literary references and allusions, this is not romance.

A/N: I posted this on ao3 back in April, but since we're about a day away from October (spooky season!!!), I figured it would be the perfect piece to debut on here. This was heavily inspired by "Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?" by Joyce Carol Oates and Ptolemaea by Ethel Cain. Reblogs are the best! Likes and comments are appreciated as well! Thanks for reading!

sweet, mourning lamb  there’s nothing you can do  it’s already been done

Your life is perfect.

You have a father who gives you money whenever you ask for it and a mother who dotes on you even though she secretly covets your youth and your beauty. When she looks at you, you can see the wistful look in her eyes, gaze lingering on the smooth skin between your manicured brows, the barely-there smile lines from late nights of laughter around a bonfire at Lover’s Lake, surrounded by your best friends and girls who pretend to be your friend and boys who want to be more than your friend.

At Hawkins High, everyone knows your name, always calling after you or grinning your way, trying to get a seat at the lunch table where you and all your friends gossip about the latest rumor—“Did you hear that Tracy Anderson got knocked up?” “Is she the next Virgin Mary or something? ‘Cause no away anyone’s touching her.”—while sipping on cans of Diet Coke.

It fills you with a triumphant sense of joy to get whatever you want; all you have to do is flutter your lashes or flash a coy smile and people are like putty in your hands, bending and twisting in whatever way you wish.

When you tell your parents you’re going out and don’t know what time you’ll be home, your dad grumbles a response, not bothering to look up from the TV dinner he’s shoving into his mouth while your mom asks if you really need to show that much skin, her uneasy grin falling into a grimace as you strut through the front door without a single glance back.

Crystal, your third-favorite best friend, is waiting for you at the end of your driveway. She’s perched in the driver’s seat of her dad’s new car, a sporty red convertible with leather seats and a top that goes all the way down. She greets you with a kiss on your cheek, and after the two of you complain about the humidity and gush over each other’s outfits—“God, that top is to die for!” “Baby blue is so your color!”—she tears off down the road, the both of you hollering the entire way.

A girl on the cusp of womanhood, you’re no stranger to stares that follow your every move.

Boys are always looking at you, but men want more than a small piece. Men want to swallow you whole.

You notice the way they watch you, with leering eyes and bottom lips tucked between teeth stained yellow from tobacco dip. You simper and wiggle your fingers in their direction, you and your friends giggling behind your hands when they stumble over themselves in their attempt to approach you. And when you see them up close—the crow’s feet, the nose hair, the greying mustaches—you no longer hide your laughter, doubling over with tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“As if!” you always shout, unfazed as they grunt out stupid little bitch and fuckin’ tease. The words hang in the air as the men give you one last acidic look, scampering away with bowed heads and clenched jaws.

When you and Crystal pull up to the drive-in theater, it’s a familiar scenario. She finds a spot in the middle of the packed lot, and before the two of you even slip out of your seatbelts, the cars on either side of you are loud with boys you know from school and boys you’ve never seen before, all of them asking for your names and if you want to go for a drive to somewhere secret. The two of you share a smirk, Crystal busying herself with tuning the radio while you watch the intermission ad on the screen. You giggle at the dancing bars of ice cream, a jaunty tune crackling from the speakers as she finally finds the theater’s station.

They’re like hungry wolves, you observe, snarling and salivating at the sight of you reapplying your lipstick. When you climb out of the car, Crystal handing you a few bucks for her funnel cake and root beer, you pretend not to hear their desperate howls. It feels good to ignore them, just like it feels good to ignore the men who whistle at you on your way to the snack bar. Their idiocy amuses you, deluded enough to believe that cries of “Over here, honey!” will have you bounding over to them like a lost puppy.

You keep your head held high, eyes forward and hips swaying as you follow the oily scent of fried dough. You walk no further than a foot or two before the revving of an engine breaks your stride. Startled, your head whips to your left, and that’s when you notice him.

Slender body angled in your direction, he leans against a rumbling car, a thick haze of cigarette smoke surrounding him. You quickly take stock of him—tall and tattooed, shaggy hair and black jeans ripped at the knee—and though you can’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses, you know he’s looking at you.

More smoke pours slowly from his lips, and with a wide, wicked grin, he points his cigarette at you and calls out, “Gonna get you, baby!”

You roll your eyes in response, thinking only of how stupid it is that he’s wearing sunglasses at night before flitting your gaze back to the growing snack bar line.

Later, after Crystal’s food and your corn dog are paid for by Robbie, a sweet-talking sophomore over at Purdue, you’re settled in the backseat of the convertible watching an old movie about a baby and some lady named Rosemary. You let Robbie put his arm around you, but when it’s clear that his insistent lips won’t be met with an eager, open mouth, he climbs out of the car in a clumsy hurry, huffing insults under his breath you’ve heard time and time again.

You sport a smirk as you help yourself to the pretzel he’s left behind, and in the distance, in the dark, you don’t see the man with the sunglasses watching you.

“You sure you don’t want to come?”

You heave a dramatic sigh up at your mom, muttering, “Yes, I’m sure,” for what feels like the thousandth time that morning.

Attending a barbecue at your great-uncle’s house—where you’ll be surrounded by your sticky cousins and all of your catty aunts who will make snide comments about your “hooker makeup”—is not your idea of fun. With the end of summer looming over you like a dark cloud, the promise of college and responsibilities and having to fend for yourself edging dangerously close, you plan to enjoy your last days of freedom by lazing about instead, sprawling out on a thin blanket in the backyard while the sweltering sun beams down on you.

“Alright,” your mom finally concedes. “Your father and I will see you later then. There’s some money on the fridge so you can order yourself a pizza. Call if you need anything, okay?”

You give a barely-audible hum in return, listening to the slap of her sandals as she shuffles to the awaiting station wagon. When you hear it disappear down the street, you exhale a relieved breath. After your whirlwind of a week—the drive-in, a shoplifting spree with your second-favorite best friend Amy, and a two-day rager at an abandoned lake house that once belonged to some guy named Reefer Rick—you’re in desperate need of solitude.

Situated on the grass, you switch on the radio, flipping through a few stations until you hear a song you don’t completely hate. Though the air is muggy, you find yourself lulled into a quiet comfort. Eyes soon slipping closed, your mind fills with shiny daydreams of white-sand beaches, roiling blue waves, and sweaty, muscled surfers. You don’t realize you’ve dozed off until the incessant buzzing of a fly near your nose brings you back to reality. When you rise from your blanket with a yawn and a joint-popping stretch, you feel a hot, simmering ache across your face and chest.

“Shit!” you shout, scrambling toward the side door of your house. You take the stairs two at a time, out of breath as you rush past your frilly bedroom and into the bathroom. Twisting the faucet on, you splash your face with cold water, your warm skin immediately soothed by the icy temperature. A sunburn was so not on your agenda. Now you’ll have to spend the rest of the afternoon slathering yourself in one of your mom’s expensive moisturizers, which means you’ll have only a short window of time to primp yourself for tonight’s party over in Loch Nora.

You swear again, frowning as you gaze into the mirror and catch sight of your frizzy hair. With a scowl, you reach for your flat iron, a second away from plugging it in and dialing up the heat to the highest setting when you hear the loud blaring of a car horn.

“No way,” you mutter in disbelief, stunned as the horn beeps again only a few seconds later.

You cannot believe your parents are already home! They’d only been gone for an hour or two and weren’t supposed to be back until tonight! When you hear the horn a third time, though, a tell-tale signal of your dad’s impatience, you grit your teeth. You already told them you weren’t going to that stupid barbeque! What makes them think that you would change your mind, that you would want to hang out with all those gross kids and old people always going on about life a hundred years ago?

The horn sounds again, prompting you to forcefully stomp your foot against the tiled floor. Your parents are not going to ruin your plans. They’ll have to drag you out of the house kicking and screaming.

You barrel down the stairs and into the kitchen, bolting towards the side door once more. Your hands are on the screen, ready to push it open and unleash your frustration, but you stop at the last second.

It’s not your parents in the driveway.

The car is blue, sharp, and loud, with a set of words on the hood in an intricate, looping cursive. You can hardly read it, squinting as you try to decipher the sentence—“abandon all hope, ye who enter here”—before your face contorts into a disapproving frown. You think the car would look much better without all that mess written on the front of it. 

Someone clears their throat, and your gaze then travels to the lone figure leaning up against the driver-side door. Your frown deepens when you see a man with a head of shaggy hair and sunglasses perched atop his nose.

“I was starting to worry you were ignoring me,” he says.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know me, honey. It hurts my feelings.”

He smiles at you, wide and toothy, and a look of recognition flashes across your face when you realize that he’s the same man from the drive-in.

“See? You know me.”

“No, I don’t,” you tell him, your voice sharp.

“You’ll get to me know me.”

He’s still smiling at you, a small dimple peeking through, and it occurs to you that he thinks he’s being cute. You study him, noting that he’s more of a boy than a man. You eye the black polish on his nails and his slightly cropped t-shirt, the sinewy muscle of his tattooed arms and his self-assured stance. He’s not your type, and you definitely don’t think he’s kind of cute.

“What do you want?” you ask him, arms crossing over your chest.

“Wanna go for a ride?”

“Uh, no.”

“Why not?”

You roll your eyes at the playful pout he gives you, and when he shifts to the side a little, you see through the window that there’s a second person in the car. Another boy, muscular with blond hair styled into a curly mullet. He sits behind the wheel and jams a tape into the cassette deck, the car filling with pounding drums and heavy guitars. Like the boy standing before you, he’s also wearing sunglasses.

“Hey,” the shaggy-haired guy says, snapping your attention back to him. “You’re pretty.”

“What?”

“You’re pretty. Prettiest girl I ever saw.”

You ignore the rush of warmth that blooms in your cheeks, gazing at him through a glare that takes more effort than usual to maintain. “I don’t even know you.”

“Eddie Munson,” he tells you. He jerks a thumb behind him. “And this is Billy Hargrove. Doesn’t say much, though. He’s shy.”

For whatever reason, in the furthest part of your mind, the names unlock a small inkling of familiarity. You brush away the thought, though, your glare fixed and sharp.

“Well, Eddie, it’s nice to meet you or whatever, but I think—”

“You should come outside and take a look at the Camaro. Decent stereo and it goes fast.” He leans forward, hands gripping the window frame behind him. “You like it when cars go fast, don’t you?”

There’s something in his words that makes you flustered again. You busy yourself by tugging at the frayed hem of your denim shorts, eyes darting away from him. He’s too forward and too inviting and too much trouble.

“So? What do you think?”

“What do I think about what?”

He chuckles, amused at your attempt to sound nonchalant. “Going for a ride. You know you want to.”

You exhale an exasperated huff, both hands on your hips now. Boys are always thinking that they can boss you around, that you’ll obey like some mindless servant. You don’t care that your stomach flutters a little at his words – it’s both insulting and annoying.

“No, I don’t.”

“You can sit in the front,” he continues. “Billy doesn’t mind moving to the back. We’ll turn on the radio and listen to some music. I bet I know what your favorite song is.” Then he does the most peculiar thing...he starts singing the song you dozed off to earlier. It’s an odd coincidence, especially when his voice starts to sound like the voice on the radio, gravelly and kind of breathy at the same time.

“That’s not my favorite song,” you interrupt him.

Again, all he does is laugh. “Fine, we don’t have to listen to music. We can do something else.”

“Like what?”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart. We could get pizza, go to the arcade.” One corner of his lips curves into a sly grin, as if he's privy to a secret only he knows. “We could even go to the beach.”

Another strange coincidence, you think, one that makes your heart beat just the tiniest bit faster. “There aren’t any beaches around here.”

“I’ll take you to one.”

“No, thanks.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’ve got plans.”

“Plans?” he questions, both eyebrows raising in what looks like feigned surprise. He places a hand over his heart, clutching the fabric as if you’ve dealt him a fatal wound. “How could you have plans when you’re supposed to spend the day with me?”

You roll your eyes at him, having already grown sick of whatever game this is. You take a breath, ready to tell him to crawl back into whatever hole he dug himself out of, but then he says your name, and you flinch as if you’ve been slapped.

You never told him your name.

“How did you know that?” you ask him, a mix of suspicion and fear swelling inside of you.

“How did I know what?” he replies, mimicking your earlier line of questioning.

“My name...I didn’t tell you what my name was.”

“You didn’t have to,” he shrugs, quiet for a moment as he plays with a silver ring on his middle finger. Then, an insidious smirk spreads across his face. “I know everything about you.”

It feels like someone has dumped a bucket of ice water on you, the air knocked from your lungs while your limbs lock in place. He seems close, too close now, and with a clarity that makes your heart thrash painfully, you realize that the only barrier between the two of you is a flimsy screen. With trembling fingers, you touch the lock on the side door, ensuring that it’s hooked in place.

“You d-don’t know me,” you stammer, trying your hardest to keep a straight face.

“‘Course, I do, baby. I know you and I know Amy and Crystal. I know sweet-talking Robbie and all those high school boys always running after you. I know those men and what they wish they could do to you.” He pauses, then his voice gets lower, taunting. “And I know your parents aren’t home right now, that they’re at your Great-Uncle Walter’s house for a barbecue. I know they won’t be home till later tonight.”

Your eyes are wide, your skin feeling too warm and too tight. You try to respond, but all that comes out is a shuddering breath.

Eddie isn’t looking at you anymore. He’s staring up at the sky, as if he’s trying to see past the sunshine and clouds. “Your dad...he’s sipping on a beer and tearing into a slab of ribs. And your mom is chatting away with your Aunt Belinda. She’s got a drink in her hand, something tart and sweet and mixed with vodka. Yeah...with the buzz the two of them are working on, they definitely won’t be home for a while.”

“How could you...you don’t know that!” you shout at him, breaking your composure. “You don’t know anything!”

He angles his head toward you again, still smiling, but there’s no longer any mirth. It’s what you see on all those other men, sharp and threatening.

Like he wants to consume you.

“You’re my girl. It’d be a shame if I knew nothing about you.”

“I’m not your girl!”

“Oh, but you are. You were made for me, honey, and I was made for you. And you can try, but you can’t run me off. I told you I’d be here, and I’m not leaving until you come with me.”

“Want me to grab her?”

Billy’s words petrify you, just as it petrifies you to see the shift in Eddie’s temperament. When he rounds on Billy, gone is the playful lilt of his voice. His skin flushes red, knuckles turning white as his hands curl into fists. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Hargrove? Huh? No, I don’t want you to grab her! She’ll come out here on her own, alright? Stay the fuck out of it.”

Eddie whirls around to face you again, a hand pushing back the hairs sticking to his forehead. He grins, and there’s not a single trace of his previous anger. “Sorry about that. Billy’s a little crazy, that’s all. Don’t pay him any mind. It’s just you and me, yeah? You and me.”

You nod because you don’t know how else to respond. Your fingers are still glued to the screen door’s lock, the metal latch warm and damp from your touch. Eddie cocks his head to the side, studying you.

“You’re scared of me.”

You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of being correct, but you have no rebuttal, no scathing comeback. You stare at him, blinking back tears, trying not to crumble. You are scared of him.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me,” he says, his voice soft and warm. “I promise I’ll be gentle with you the first time. I’ll hold you in my arms real tight and I’ll kiss you and I’ll touch you better than any of those scumbags ever could. You’ll cry my name so sweetly, and you’ll be wet and aching and you’ll beg me, you’ll beg me to keep going. You won’t ever want to leave me.”

A wave of nausea mixes with your fear, your stomach churning violently when his tongue swipes slowly along his bottom lip. “You – you’re sick! You’re disgusting! Go away or I’ll – I’ll call the police!”

He shakes his head, chuckling. “It doesn’t matter.”

“What?”

“It doesn’t matter. The police can’t keep me from you, just like that door between us, and that lock you haven’t let go of. They’re just barriers, and barriers can be torn down. Nothing can keep us apart.”

“Shut up! Just shut up! You’re insane!”

“Baby, listen,” he says, flashing you a placating grin. “As long as you come out here, I won’t go in there, but if you touch that phone, if you call the cops or your parents or anyone else, deal’s off and I can step foot in that house. I’ll hurt anyone who tries to stop me, and I can tell you this much...you won’t like it if I have to come after you.”

“Just let me grab her,” Billy says flatly. “I’ll make it quick.”

Eddie’s jaw seems tight enough to crack his teeth as he whips around again. “Are you fucking stupid, Hargrove? Are you deaf? You got a few bolts knocked loose? Your daddy shove you around too hard? Your mommy drop you on your head too many times? She’s mine! She’s mine and I don’t need your slimy fingers all over her. She’s mine and she’s gonna come out here because she loves me and I love her, got it? Mind your business and shut the fuck up!”

You want to run. You want to hide beneath the covers of your bed and fold yourself up and wish and hope and pray that you’ll wake up from whatever awful nightmare this is, but you catch something in your peripheral vision, something that keeps you anchored to your spot.

In the chaos of his outburst, the sun had changed its position in the sky, his shadow slanting tall and wide along the concrete driveway. It shouldn’t be something you notice, just as insignificant as the blowing of the wind, but you stare anyway, eyes wide with horror when you see a non-human figure sprouting from his body. Broad shouldered, the shadow’s wings are outstretched, with pointed horns curling from its head and long, sharp claws where the fingers should be.

It’s only the light playing tricks on you. It’s not real, okay? It’s not real it’s not real it’s not real it’s not—

A shrill cry tears its way out of you as you watch the shadow mirror each of Eddie’s movements.

He turns around, no longer shouting at Billy. His mouth is pulled into a knowing smile as he reaches up to remove his sunglasses, and when you see his eyes, you let out a blood-curdling scream. There’s no iris, no pupil, no white. Both eyes are dark, fully encompassed in an abyss of black.

Your body moves of its own accord, drifting backward and falling onto the stairs leading up to the kitchen. Eddie moves with you, a hand over his forehead as he peers hungrily through the screen. He calls your name again and again and again.

“You with me, sweetheart? You’re not gonna touch that phone, right?”

“Why are you doing this?” you whimper.

“Because I want you.”

“Why – why me?”

“I saw you at the drive-in and knew I had to have you. Such a pretty little thing, I thought, needs someone like me to take care of her, to her protect from all those creeps. They’re rotten, all of them. They only want to hurt you. They wouldn’t love you like I love you.”

“Stop!” you shriek, nearly out of breath. “Just stop!”

“Don’t you realize we belong together? All this time, you’ve been saving yourself for me. Don’t you know that?”

Billy is standing beside him now, watching you with the same bottomless eyes. Like a blackhole, their gazes suck you in, pulling and stretching and tearing you to pieces. 

And suddenly, seeing the two of them side by side stirs another rush of buried recognition.

You recall fuzzy, childhood memories, images blurred around the edges of news reports on the Starcourt Mall fire. You remember sitting on the couch, a teddy bear in your lap as dozens of names and faces are plastered across the screen, your mom in the background murmuring something to your dad about Susan and her poor stepson.

You remember your dad and a few angry neighbors huddled around the dining room table, all of them whispering about something called “cults” and “sacrifices” and “you think Wayne’s nephew actually did it?” while you colored in a picture of butterflies.

You remember the earthquake, the ground splitting open, strange, grey snowflakes falling from the darkening sky as your parents packed up the car and rushed you out of town.

You remember coming home after almost two years of sheltering out west, flyers of missing persons still hung up around Hawkins.

And when you think hard enough, when you think long enough, you finally realize why Eddie and Billy look familiar to you.

“No,” you shake your head too quickly. “No, no, no, no. It’s not—you can’t—”

“Use your words,” Eddie coaxes gently.

“You can’t. You can’t because…because you’re supposed to be…”

“Say it.”

Heart pounding, blood rushing, stomach whirling, the word falls quietly from your lips. “Dead.”

“See? Didn’t I tell you she was smart, Hargrove? Not like the last one. What was her name again?”

“Jessica, right?” Billy drawls out. “Or Jamie? Or was it Jacqueline?”

Eddie snaps his fingers excitedly. “Wait! I got it. It was Julie. Julie Thompson.”

Your face is buried in your quivering hands, but when you hear the name, everything becomes still and silent.

Julie Thompson. She’d gone missing last year, assumed by police and her parents to have run away with one of the many college boys she was sneaking around with. No one believed you when you said she wouldn’t just run off. And she was your best friend. Your first-favorite best friend.

You lift your head, reluctantly meeting Eddie’s pitch-black eyes. “What did you do? Where’s Julie?”

“Get in the car and I’ll tell you.”

“No!” you shriek, despair and hot anger coursing through you. “No! Fuck you! You – you’re fucking dead and you’re nothing and you can’t be here! You just – you can’t!”

“But I am here,” Eddie replies, all traces of his softness gone.

He sees every part of you—the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe too hard and too fast; the trembling of your shoulders as you hold back an anguished sob; the delicious throbbing of the pulse in your neck—like a predator tracking every movement of its prey.

A predator that has won the hunt.

“I’m here because this town owes me and I’ve come to collect what’s mine. And you, sweetheart, belong to me.”

You’re screaming again, your head whipping back and forth so rapidly that your world starts to tilt. You clamp your eyes shut, but your mind offers no solace, because behind your lids, there is only red – a red sky, red lightning, a red pool of something thick and warm and murky that your feet are quickly sinking beneath. And out of the pool comes slippery, snaking vines that wrap around your ankles and up your calves, tightening and binding as they rise higher and higher. And something is diving toward you, the beat of its wings growing louder as it swoops beneath the red clouds. And you feel the ground rumbling, shaking, falling apart as lightening cracks and illuminates a monster in the distance. Massive and spider-like, its roar cuts into you so deeply that you feel it in your bones.

It's coming after you.

You struggle and cry until your throat is raw and aching, and you beg for your parents, for someone, anyone, to hear you, to save you, but there is no one, there is nothing except red and screams and fear and blood. You can’t breathe and you can’t move and you sink further into the depths of this hell, and you swear and you plead that you’ll do anything, you’ll do anything, so please please pleasepleaseplease—

The distorted chimes of a grandfather clock reverberate across the cold, blazing landscape, and then someone laughs, cruel and deep and echoing. It grows louder, and it stretches on forever and ever, and you can't do anything because you are decaying flesh, you are crumbled bone, you are dust.

You are nothing.

After an eternity of depravity and suffering, of drowning beneath the weight of wailing souls and fetid corpses, your eyes are open again.

You claw at the lock on the screen door with shaking hands and push yourself over the threshold. And when you tumble outside, desperately gulping in lungfuls of fresh air, your face streaked with snot and warm tears, the world is bright and burning again.

Eddie stands before you, his mouth twisted into a malicious smile, his arms wide and open.

“I told you, honey. I told you I was gonna get you.”

[trashmouth-richie]

CONFESSION

eddie x fem! reader

TW: no minors, heavy degrading themes of the Catholic Church, smut, corruption kink, virginity loss, Eddie posing as a priest. Slight daddy kink, rosaries not used properly. Umm yeah it’s smut p in v, cum eating. Etc

a/n: I have no words, I’ll see you in the crimsoned room of hell, or purgatory— in that case, please pray me out.

Trudging with untied boots the thud of his clunky soles echo loud in the steeped ceiling of St. Mary’s. He stubs the lit end of his joint out in the holy water, sizzling and emitting one last pathetic puff of smoke. Dipping a tattooed middle finger into the holy water he makes a lame excuse for the sign of the cross, flicking whatever remnants of moisture left into the open air. Keeping his middle finger high for the man on the cross. 

  Every Wednesday, Thursday and Sunday nights at 7 o'clock on the dot, he had come to the brick built and heavily waxed wooden floored church to repent. 

  Father Hopper had gone easy on Eddie when he found him trying to hot wire his car. Punishing him to thirty confessions stretched over two months time.

Father knew Wayne Munson was on the verge of a thin line of patience, and Eddie was on his last strike with Hawkins PD, next step was prison. A shared cell with the other Munson and ex resident of Hawkins currently known as inmate #89432. 

  Fuck it, I’ll go to jail what the hell do I care? Eddie spat at the rickety table in Father Hopper’s poorly lit kitchen.

  “Son,” Father began, sipping a bitter cup of coffee, thumb nails scratching against the ceramic mug, “you don’t want to end up like him.” 

  “Well. I sure as hell ain’t gonna end up like you. White robes and that cardboard dog collar you wear— yeah fuckin’ right.” 

  That was back in May. What started as a desperate plea to steal a car and possibly sell it to get enough money to  skip the prying eyes and whispering licks of gossip tongues about how he hadn’t graduated, again, — ended with him getting assigned the confessions. 

  A stuffy little closet with Hopper’s coffee breath stenching through a grated screen. The dark walls seems to close in on him as he confessed to petty crimes and sex on Sundays. 

  Leaning against the desk that held glass orbs of candles, he spits in the nearest one. The flame sizzling out. And that’s when he hears it. 

  A small giggle from the pew nearest him. 

  He had seen you around school. Clutching your school books to your chest as you were shoved into walls and lockers. A ghost among the popular chicks and dicks. But never to him. 

  He himself was an outcast and truth be told he didn’t remember the time he hawked a lougie into Jason’s milk carton and stubbed a cigarette into his hamburger after Jason had purposefully knocked your lunch tray out of your hands. The cheap plastic tray hitting the tiled floor with a clank. 

  He might remember but you remembered the way his smile pearled big and pretty, his long lashes dusting the tops of his cheeks as he winked your way, and the way your panties clung with wetness at your heated lips. 

  His whiskey dark eyes bore into your head as he says your name slow, like reciting a prayer. His long legs swing as he struts cockily towards you. Middle of the summer and he’d shed his leather armor. Red flannel open revealing a tanned tattooed chest. Sleeves cut off showcasing muscly trailer park strong arms.  Jeans hacked off above the knee. 

  His smirk danced across his lips, tongue poking out to wet his lips. He had trouble written all over him. And damn did he wear it well.

  “Don’t tell me you’re here to confess the sins committed against our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ?” 

  Your legs cross and thighs rub together. A pulse awakening between your legs. 

  “Amen,” you giggle nervously, hiding behind heated cheeks. 

  Leaning his long frame against the edge of the pew, he throws a worn heavy boot over onto the seat, next to your clenched thighs under the white sundress. 

  He leans down, over his knee, his long curls dancing with his gesturing head, he’s leaning close and you can see the reds fading his eyes and the skunked smell of weed. Still that smile has you melting. 

  “So what are you in for? Forget to genuflect before sitting down last Sunday?” 

  His joke earns a smile from you and seeing your lips pull your cheeks up has him twitching in his jeans. 

  “No,” you roll your eyes in a girlish way, batting your lashes, “it’s not that.” 

  “Ah!” Eddie says jumping up, “no bother, I don’t think Father Hopper isn’t gonna show anyway.” 

  You don’t mean to frown and Eddie almost laughs out loud at your pout. 

  Strict as your parents were, they were demanding that you needed to confess for your sins. They were already pissed you skipped out on college, might as well take 10 years off school, you’ll never go, they hated your job, hated even more that you didn’t really have friends outside of the “weird Buckley girl.” 

  By the end of this month you’d have enough money saved up to move out, and oh how you couldn’t wait. 

  The dirty word slips before you catch it. Hands covering your mouth quickly, the heat on your cheeks burning deeper. You peer at Eddie with big eyes.  

  He cracks a slow smile and leans forward. Licking his chapped lips again. He’s so close to you you can see every eyelash in high definition. 

  “That’s another sin, one more and the floor will open and we’ll both be engulfed into the fiery pits of hell.” 

  “Actually I think it’s purgat—” 

  A ringed finger is placed vertically to your lips, shushing you from finishing. The satin feel of your lips on his rugged finger makes him ache against the teeth of his zipper. 

  Tracing your face with his eyes they dip down the slope of your nose and past the curve of your lips, the delicate pink rosary is hung on your neck with such daintiness it’s almost in open invitation. 

  He about chokes when the goosebumps rise on your throat from his stare, a bead of sweat trickling in between your tits. 

  Dark eyes swim into yours, and his smile is impish, full of wicked delight, “Let’s go.” 

  His hand snakes down your shoulder and he grabs your wrist in a light but thick grip. Beckoning you with a sinful smirk. 

  “To where?” You manage after peeling your tongue from the roof of your mouth.

  “Time to confess for that dirty mouth.” Eddie says matter of fact, turning his head and dragging you to the confessional booth. “C’mon I’ll act as Father.” 

  Eddie pulls you into the small wooden door in the back of the church opening it for you in a gentlemanly manner ending in a bow. 

  He rushes you in with snapping fingers and a growl making you squeal. 

  Sitting behind the screen where Hopper usually sat Eddie beckons you to sit in his usual assigned seat. 

  He makes a backwards sign of the cross with his left hand and folds his fingers, clearly his throat and using a deep baritone voice, “tell me your sins, sweet girl.” 

  When you giggle, Eddie flicks the screen, “this is serious shit— confess to me.” 

  You begin the way your parents had you rehearse at home. 

  “Bless me Father— wait, should I call you that?”

  “Daddy works best,” Eddie says without missing a beat. And your pussy clenches around nothing. 

  “Bless me,” you hesitate on the word, but Eddie raises his eyebrows to encourage you so you start again, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. 

  “B- Bless me, Daddy, for I have sinned, my last confession was 10 weeks ago.” 

  “That’s a long time ago,” he tsks, berating you, “have you not sinned in these last 10 weeks?” 

  Fingers threading the hem of your dress you answer, “I- I have.” 

  Eddie palms himself at your innocence. “Well?” 

  “I— Eddie—” 

  “Excuse me? My title in this confessional is Daddy please do not make me correct you again,”

  “Sorry, Daddy.” 

  “Good girl,” Eddie purrs. Sending shocks to your clit. “Continue.” 

  Clearing your throat you stroke the beads of the rosary hung against your neck. Counting ten, a small skip, another bead, then ten more. 

  “I was.. experimenting.” 

  “Drugs?” Eddie asks, chuckling in genuine shock, he didn’t think a girl like you would smoke, “yes the devils lettuce is tempting.” 

  He flicks his lighter open and lights another joint he had tucked in his pocket for the ride home. 

  “But we must stop these temptations before they start, plus who are you buying from because I need to know if I have competition.” 

  You move your head to the side and continue thumbing the pink pearly beads in your fingers. The clack of your nails against the beads fill the quiet smoke hung room. 

  “No… it wasn’t drugs.” 

  Eddie’s mind flips like a magazine. 

  “Oh yes the alcohol, another temp—”

  “Wrong again.” 

  Eddie’s frustration peaks, “well I’m not a fucking mind reader so do you wanna explain yourself?” 

  “I— I was.. I was touching myself.” 

  “Oh fuckin, Christ..” it’s mumbled and breathy but you hear it all the same, sending a slick to your pussy from your admission and Eddie’s shock. 

  He’s rock hard. The zipper on his jeans scream, begging for any sort of release. He needs to know more. 

  “Do explain,” he says intrigued, leaning forward, his hands folded under his chin. 

  Adjusting yourself in the wooden chair you cross your legs, and Eddie barely witnesses the white cotton snug between your thighs, the sneak peek having him swallow hard. 

  Taking a breath you go into detail about the videotape you had gotten from the adult section of Family Video. How you had only watched it once and the volume was muted, but you couldn’t get it out of your mind. 

  The way the woman’s mouth curved into an “O” when the man was pleasuring her. The size of the man’s penis and the way it slapped against his stomach when released from his jeans. How the woman’s perked nipples were firm but looked soft against the man’s tongue.  

  Eddie’s drool is wiped from his mouth at your explicit confession, and he starts to palm himself over his jeans when you explain how you had started rubbing yourself over your underwear at night. 

  Thinking you were about to have your first ever orgasm but weren’t able to finish because your mother had walked in on you, legs spread wide on your comforter, toes curling. As you were using the barrel of a curling iron to rub at your clothed clit. 

  The embarrassment from repeating the story to Eddie made your cheeks heat, and you hid behind your hair. 

  The silence is speaking volumes. The only noise is the cream of the wooden seat as you shift again, a flutter in your stomach as Eddie thinks of his punishment for you. 

  “Sweetheart,” Eddie breathes, a hiss on his tongue as he moves from behind the screen, wedging himself between you and the wall, his long frame leaning against the mahogany. 

  Ringed fingers tapping along the plump of his lips, his hard cock outlined through his jeans, “You are a filthy, naughty girl.”

  You scoff, “I am not!” 

  “Oh baby, you are,” Eddie says, boxing you in, “but, I know just the thing to…cleanse you of your sins.” He licks his lips again and stares you down. And you're certain you're looking into Satan’s eyes. 

  “Wh—” you stutter, having to clear your throat, swallowing thickly and dabbing at the sweat on your neck, “what do you have in mind?” 

  Eddie’s wayward curls skim the top of your chest as his lips curve around the shell of your ear, he smells like cigarettes and laundry soap, “bad girls get spanked.” 

  Gasping, he laughs at your shocked face. “I don’t make the rules babe, ok I made that one up, but this is for you swearing in the house of the Lord, now,” he gestures a thumb over his shoulder, “get up, you’re gonna need to be on my lap.” 

  You do as you're told, standing chest to chest with Eddie. Only this time it’s you licking your lips. One stretch up on tipped toes and your lips could connect with his. The faint mark of a nicotine stain paints his bottom lip. You wonder if it would taste like it. 

  He grabs your hips and swivels you around, his rings dig into the soft cotton on your dress, his nails scratching the fabric as he takes his seat. The wooden chair groaning on the sudden weight. 

  Leaning back in the chair he smiles wickedly, legs spread wide, he rubs his lap, tapping for you to come closer. 

  When your body is laid flat against him, you pull at the hem of your skirt to keep your modesty. 

  “This punishment is just for the dirty words,” Eddie explains. His ringed fingers walk along your spine, trailing down your back and up the fat of your ass. 

  He lays a warm hand on your cheeks and rubs it gently. Squeezing every so often. 

  Eddie's cock is hard under your ribs and your pussy flutters at the size of him. He hums and jiggles your ass before explaining his rules for your indiscretion, “you are going to recite The Lord’s Prayer while I spank you. Understand?”  

  You nod dumbly and whimper when his left hand tickles up your thighs. 

  “Start.” He grunts. 

  You begin the Lord's Prayer just like you were taught, standing before joyful cheeked families in a similar white dress on your First Communion day. 

  “Our Father, who art in Heaven, Hallowed be th—”

  A large hand comes down hard with a thwap! on your ass cheek, sending you forward and hitting your head on the wall. 

  “Oh,” Eddie whispers, not hiding the smile in his voice, “if you mess up— we start over. So don’t. Unless this naughty girl enjoys being spanked by daddy? Hmm?” 

  You nod again and continue. Trying hard to remember where you were. Hallowed be…

  “.. Thy Name, Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done. On Eart—”

  Two hands smack your ass at once like sticks beating a drum. The hem of your skirt is lifted past the sheer white panties you are wearing. Reaching for the end of your dress to pull it down Eddie grabs your wrist, putting your hand back where it belongs he issued another spanking. 

  This time he lifts your dress fully and groans at the sight in front of him. Your plump ass has all but swallowed the see thru fabric of your panties. Eddie sucks a breath in through his teeth and places his left hand in the thick of your thighs, warmed by the heat of your arousal, his thumb rubbing small circles. 

  Thy Kingdom… shit. 

  “Thy Kingdom c—” the hardest slap yet has rained down on your nearly bare skin, and it springs tears from your eyes. 

  Eddie smooths over the red mark left on your skin and his tone is irate when he spits, “you already said that sweetheart, start again.” 

  His fingers snake further up your legs and he groans at the feel of your soaked panties on his fingertips. 

  You start again. And the spankings Eddie delivers are swift and merciless. The harder he spanks the more you cry out. 

  Sweat pools between your thighs where Eddie’s hot hand is wedged, his thumb teasing the outline of your panties and pressing soft circles into the fabric. 

  Tears cling to your eyelashes as your punishment comes to an end, welts forming where his rings stung and clipped you. 

  Words of reassurance fall from his lips after every slap and harsh whack of his hands. When Eddie leans over to catch a rogue tear from your cheek before it hits the carpet, your thighs slam together tight with a snap. 

  The groan he lets out is guttural and low. His cock twitches underneath you again. 

  “..and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil Am—- ow!” 

  Quick, hot tears sting your eyes. A jerk of your head reveals a sight you would never imagine seeing… let alone in a church. 

  Pearly, and oddly straight. The calcified and slightly sharp teeth pull out from the red, irritated skin on your ass.  

  “If you want to repent for your sins, you need to put your trust in me, can you do that baby… hmm? Can you listen and give yourself to me? It’s the only way you’ll be forgiven.”

  A perfect dental record sunken in deep, small droplets of blood weep from the pierced flesh from his canines. 

His lips are pulled back in a snarl, dark eyes gleam with a feral intensity so ferocious you’re instantly terrified. He looks like a wolf fighting for a meal. 

  Paralyzed with fear, your lungs spasm in shock as he flicks out his tongue, running the wet tip of the muscle along the pattern of his teeth grooved into your skin. 

  Each pass of his slicked tongue deepens the arousal in your lower stomach. His lips curve around the mark, kissing it better, his hooded eyes never leave yours. 

  You moan when the purpling bruise he’s sucking into your skin is greeted with the same poked teeth that bit you earlier. 

  His thick middle finger had your panties pulled to the side and your arousal is coated thick on his finger as he pushes past your puffy lips. A blunt fingernail sharp against your inner walls. 

  “Fuck,” he groans, dipping his finger into the impossibly tight well of your sweet pussy. 

  Eyes rolling into the back of your head, you mimic his moans and bite into your cheek. Hungry for the look of a broken gasp as your walls flutter and tighten around him. 

  World spinning and head rushing, Eddie has you upright and straddling his waist. when you start to question him he shushes you. 

  Taking the same finger he had plunged into your molten slicked pussy, he rubs the pad of it around your lips. Like a tube of chapstick during a cold winter, he coats them again and again, licking his own, his other hand is tight on your knee and gently skirting closer to your hip under your dress. 

  When he's satisfied with his art on your plump lips, he finally dives in, his breath hot on your skin and you part your mouth in a welcome for him. 

  But he only laughs. 

  A throaty chuckle that mocks you, as you wait for him to kiss you, wait for him to press his pinked lips to yours. Waiting for his tongue to devilishly lap at the corner of your mouth. 

  But all of his attention is zeroing down on the rosary around your neck. 

  Each bead is slick with sweat, warm to the touch against his thumb, as he counts them in his head, your throat gasping on each inhale. Whimpering and moving your hips against him.

  Grabbing the rosary in his fist he pulls you closer to him, biting the fleshy lobe around the small gold hoops in your ears, his dick aches when you whine his name. 

  Huffed whispers tickle your ear and send shivers down your spine and flood your panties, “Such a dirty fucking girl, practically begging for me to fuck you.” 

  Another whine from your mouth and he’s bucking his hips into you, strained denim against wet lace. 

  “Is that what you want?” Eddie demands. His snake-like tongue tickling behind your ear, “all you have to do, is ask.” 

  “Please,” you beg, fingers curling into the flannel of his shirt, head thrown back as he circles your neck and paints hickies with his tongue.

  “Not good enough, baby. Tell me how bad you want this little virgin hole filled.” 

  His hand finds it way under your skirt to the desperate slick of your panties, his fingers sliding around and making slow figure eights against your clit.

  Tits bouncing as you move against his hand, hopelessly with no words you beg him with your body to give you relief. You whine again embarrassed to ask for what you craved, the sin that brought you here to begin with.

  When you don’t say anything he retreats his hand. And you try to chase it as it slips away, you whimper pitifully again, and finally succumb to his demands. 

  All embarrassment gone as you beg him, plead for his cock, “Eddie, please.. please.. I’ve been so good,” you oughta be ashamed of yourself but you couldn’t care less— if he could make you feel this good by barely touching you, you’d be on your way to that glorified “O” in no time, and you can practically hear the Hallelujah chorus.  

  He chuckled cockily at your pleas, but shushes you as he unthreads his belt, and almost chokes when you gasp in awe at his thick veiny cock, slapping up to his belly with a thump and the pearling bead of cum seeping from the slit. 

  His thick ringed hand pumps himself as he lines himself up with your swollen pussy. And when you sink down he slams himself home and you clench around him, a scream escaping your slack mouth.

  He groans low,  trying to even out his breathing around your pretty gasps and breathy moans. 

  “You’re gonna keep my cock warm before I fuck you like the slut you wanna be for me,” he chides, concentrating hard on on anything other than the tight walls of your pussy gripping him. “This is the rest of your punishment… you pray a Hail Mary and warm my cock, no whining, no moaning.” 

  You whimper as his cock stretches you out, practically biting a hole in your bottom lip as you taste yourself from where he painted them with your own arousal earlier. 

  A loud slap to your ass and you’re jolting forward, your rosary tight in Eddie’s fist as he brings you down to his lips, “start praying or I’ll go home.”

  “Hail Mary,” you begin, the same way you started before, only this time the pressure was never lifted, your pussy full of him, and his tongue hot and feverish on your neck, teeth grazing your skin ever so lightly. 

  He’s teasing you and trying to get you to break, he thumbs over your nipples until they’re peaked and sore in his pinched grip. 

  When you get halfway through the sacred prayer, your pussy aches and drips down to his balls. His tongue is lazily working a red and purple ‘E’ into the fat of your tit, one hand still holding the rosary tight against your neck. 

  You’re on the verge of breaking when you suck him in deeper, pushing your walls around him and kegeling him in a death trap. He mins and curses the lord’s name, and he finally snaps. 

  Bangs slicked with sweat and stuck heavy against forehead, he grunts, “Holy Mary Mother of God.” And you’re hiked upwards. 

  The screen you confessed your sins to with Eddie on the other side only a half hour ago, is now pressed tight against your ass as Eddie hammers his cock into your slicked and aching pussy. 

  The moan you elicit is toe curling, borderlining pornographic as the thick head of his clock slams into a spot you were unaware of reaching again and again. 

  “Pray for us sinners… fuck this pussy is so tight… now and at the hour of our death,” Eddie whimpers into your shoulder before biting down hard. 

  And when you yell out an amen your fluttering gummy walls spasm with joyful relief. Coating you and Eddie both with hot arousal as it seeps from you. 

  And the lips you’ve been staring at all night finally touch yours. 

  A bruisingly, sore puncture of lust filled kisses that would have your lips resembling a baboon’s ass for days. 

  He’s babbling now as your feet are wrapped right around his waist, his hands wiggling into his curls and yanking harder sends him over the edge. 

  He drops you onto your knees and opens your mouth with a press of his thumb on your bottom lip, when your tongue is out, and waiting for his cum, he jerks his cock once more and shudders when the hot ropes leave him and drip on your tongue and lips. 

  “Body of Christ,” Eddie says with a smirk, shutting your mouth for you and watching you swallow his load. He expects you to gag, possibly spit it out at him like the other girls would. 

  But when you lick your lips and utter a seductive, “Amen.” Eddie knows he’d never get out of confession for the rest of his life. 

😅hmmm yeah ily there will be a part 2

[venuscnjunctpluto]

Astro pt. 5

(I think it’s part 5😭)

* As a Venus conjunct pluto, Im so jealous of my cousins w Venus trine Pluto. They can easily become popular and have women drawn to them without as much drama.

*gemini rising babies are so much fun they smile so much as babies (shoutout to my niece and little cousin🥰)

* i have sun conjunct Neptune and people have compared me to a fairy

*cardi b has venus in the 8th (and a Scorpio venus i think) and she paid to get two strippers offset cheated w beat up. Scorpionic women + cheaters are a baddd combination.

*gwenyth Paltrow recently got body shamed and told to eat but shes also has a Pisces rising. They usually are very thin or have fragile looking bodies

*first house is also personality and my experience w Pluto in 1st people they are very very dominant. They’re friends follow them around, they’re used to getting their way, they have eyes on them at all times which can give them bad anxiety.

*Mars in the 2nd house men have some niceeeeeee voices like they’re so deep you can pick their voice out in a crowd

*I’ve seen Chiron in 11th be bullied as kids and grow up and become bullies. Also they might have a traumatic relationship with being in front of a camera. (Avoiding recording themselves or taking pictures)

*Virgo risings have some cool moms (sag in 4th)

*also Aries in 11th can get told they do too much on social media (posting too much or over sharing)

* I notice famous women who people claim are everywhere (basically overexposed) or in too many roles for actresses usually are Lilith dominant. (Ex: Jennifer Lawrence, GiGi Hadid, Megan thee stallion, Anne Hathaway) are they overexposed or are y’all just jealous?😭

*venus in the 1st can lead to jealousy it’s not always love and admiration. For ex: my friend saw this guy around our dorm and thought he was cute so she followed him on ig. Mind you a lot of girls in our dorm thought he was attractive (he had pluto in 1st) and many talked about him😭 well my friend saw his gf on his page and obviously left it alone but his gf picked her out of all the girls who lusted after him to be threatened by. Well his gf was an early degree cancer Venus and my friend has a Gemini Venus at 19 degrees so her Venus was in my friends 1h. She was clearly bothered by my friend specifically following him because she found her to be attractive.

*Three girls who talked about me behind my back and tried to bully me all had Aries venuses. One had my rising conjunct her Venus exactly.

*ONCE again mercury pluto are liars idk if it’s because they think they can get away w it or what but Sza has a conjunction and my good sis lies for no reason

*aqua Venus women are usually bisexual or lesbians

*Doja cat is a good example of Uranus-asc. I have a tight orb sextile and I’ve worn adventure time doc martens, strawberry earrings, bright orange hair. Think of Harper from wizards of waverly place.

*a good song for that aspect is “Secrets” by Mary Lambert. “I rock mom jeans, cat earrings, extrapolate my feelings”😮‍💨

*sun conjunct asc could make someone resemble their father or act just like their dad and I think Doja does resemble her father a lot

* also she has Saturn in 5th and her father was an actor/performer. Also she complained about working too much and many people w this aspect feel like the fun is delayed and comes after work or they very strict on themselves in fun environments. Let loose yall💕💕

* my favorite mercury sign is Taurus😭 they have beautiful voices but the way the cuss people out is so iconic to me (ex: azealia banks)

*it’s messy to bring him up after doja but idgaf😭 Joseph Quinn has mars conjunct Uranus. A lot of eddie munson’s mannerisms were erratic and I think mar-Uranus plus his aqua placements made eddie so great at the role.

*also I notice a lot of heartthrobs or men twitter went crazy for at some point have aqua placements (timothee chalamet, Harry styles, Justin Bieber, Joseph Quinn, Noah centineo, Pedro pascal) it’s opposite of Leo so I think people keep forgetting the attention magnet can go for aquas too esp online.

*since i mentioned the show another example of Venus-Neptune synastry could be Mason and Alex. All the art references, him hiding what he really was until he couldn’t, and the fears of cheating and deceit.

*a mix of Virgo, libra, and Leo can make someone the person who tries to help everyone. They will bring you food if you haven’t eaten and also lecture you but it’s coming from a good place. I think people forget how sweet Leo placements can be (ex: Bella hadid for someone who grew up w money she’s very humble and you can see this in multiple instances. For example sza thanked her for helping fix her hair at the met gala)

* she also have Venus conjunct ascendant which I think makes someone’s Venus traits stand out. I’ve noticed people w Venus square their ascendant don’t really openly express love for people and can even get called “cold” esp by family members.

*She also has Saturn in the 7th which could mean dating older partners or partners w cap placements. The Weeknd was older than her and he has a cap Venus + mars.

*certain placements can get away w a lot. Chris brown has a history of abuse yet women seem to still support him (moon conjunct Venus). He also has mars opposite Uranus which is a temper problem indicator

* fixed risings 🤝 pixie cuts/bobs (ex: Marilyn Monroe, Halle Berry, Zendaya, demi Lovato)

[roanniom]

Ok, hear me out (not a request just a thought I can't get out of my head - do what you want with it!) just crawling up to Eddie where he sits, manspreading on the couch, kissing his legs wherever the rips and holes in his jeans are until you come to the belt - getting it open and just ... swallowing him whole!

Ok hear ME out though.

More Sensitivity

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, groping, knee worship (? Is that a thing? Is this weird? Lol I don’t care), hypersensitivity, hand job, blow job

Crawling to Eddie across the cheap carpet in your first apartment. He sees you under the paper back he was reading and drops it, eyes widening. His legs spread a bit farther apart as you near him on your hands and knees.

“Hey there, Princess…” he trails off hesitantly. You continue making your way lithely across the floor to him, sitting up and perching on your heels when you reach the space between his socked feet.

“Hey handsome,” you say quietly, a smile on your face. You kiss your way up from his mid calf, pressing lips to denim, until you reach his knees.

You place a delicate kiss to the skin exposed by the rip there, making eye contact before placing your teeth over the exposed thread, lifting up and pulling to rip the hole wider.

Eddie’s eyes widen even further at the action and his chest begins moving up and down as his breathing kicks up, watching you.

“What are you…?”

You do the same to the other knee, ripping the hole open further with your teeth until both knee caps are fully exposed. Then, still maintaining eye contact, you place a hand over the hardening bulge in his jeans before dropping your head down to suck a wet kiss right on the side of his left knee.

“Holy fuck. Jesus Mary mother of - oh god.”

Eddie grips his thighs with white knuckles as you continue to lick and suck at his exposed knees, moving from one to the other while you palm at his hard on. His hard on which has swollen to the point way past comfort within the confines of his tight black jeans. He can’t tell if it’s the actual placement of your lips, or your pointed crotch rubbing or the look in your eyes as you gaze up at him from on your knees, but Eddie’s fucking gone.

Right when he thinks he’s going to bust in his jeans, you rock forwards off your heels and lift up onto your knees. You make quick work of his button and zipper and efficiently pull his aching dick out into the open air.

Licking a teasing little circle into the underside of his purpling mushroom head, you drop a teasing hand to one of his now well-loved knees. When your finger lightly traces the outline of the widened hole in his jeans, Eddie’s hips buck towards your face of their own accord. You close a hand around his shaft and begin pumping him in earnest.

“W-what are you doing to me?” Eddie asks, dropping lower in his seat on the couch, legs splaying even wider as his hips spasm into your grasp, seeking more more more. “How are you - shit.”

You suck another hickey into his knee and he’s bucking, yet again, into your fist. You smile at him from where you rest your chin on his knee. Thumb smoothing over the pool of precum collecting at his slit.

“Like it?” you ask teasingly. Innocently. As if you haven’t just wrecked him and made him both deliriously turned on and incredibly confused.

“How did you know to do that?” he sputters. You’re jerking him in earnest now, shuffled forward between his thighs and placing light, licking kisses to his tip. You shrug.

“ I didn’t. You just kept reacting so I kept going,” you answer simply, before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock.

He cums down your throat with barely time for a strangled warning not a minute after ���️

~*~

Lmao I am so sorry for this.

Btw this is NOT the follow up to Sensitive, the fic where you discover Eddie’s ears are sensitive. This is completely stand alone and created because I am a menace.

[steviewashere]

Made My Version of Trans Stephanie Harrington in the Sims 4

You can find her on the Sims 4 Gallery: Search up my username, GMarper And enable households with custom content in order for her to show up. (I've also made Eddie Munson and Max Mayfield. If you want the CC list for those two, let me know. I'm sure I can try and find as much as possible for them.) (Also, the sims wouldn't let me post a sim with the word transfem in the description, wtf?)

CC List is below the cut!

Here are all the CC Links:

Moles: by lytterty on Patreon, free download

Hair: by Simstrouble on Patreon, free download (it's in a set, and will show up in a zip file folder, you can drag and drop what you'd like into your mods folder).

Eyeshadow/Lipstick: by Crypticsim here on Tumblr, free download and also part of a collection, "The Chrissy Collection" (you have to download the full set for both eyeshadow and lipstick).

Eyeliner: by Pralinesims on The Sims Resource, free to download, follow site instructions. (Will not give your device a virus, I promise.)

Blush: by ThePlumbobFairy on The Sims Resource, free to download, follow site instructions.

Earrings/Rings: by Caio Studios, free to download. (Note: the earrings are named "Naomi Earrings" and the rings are named "Naomi Rings".)

Eyelashes: by Kijiko, free to download through Sim File Share (highly recommend using that hyperlink). These are version 2, version 1 is not necessary, but I still enjoy both sets.

Shirt: by AHarris00Britney on Tumblr, free to download (comes in a set, but you can pick and choose. Though, I recommend the whole set.)

Jeans: by Mary Sims on Patreon, free to download (comes in a set, but once again, I recommend the whole set.)

Tights: by Aprisims, free to download

Sneakers: by MMSims on Patreon, free to download

I hope you enjoy! She was so much fun to make! Let me know if any links are missing or incorrect, I will fix that as soon as possible!

[lexr86]

Character intro: Lex Richards

It has taken far too long for me to get around to this, but it is my pleasure to introduce you to Lex, Eddie Munson's own personal goddess and the main OC of You Shook Me (light, fluffy and very smutty) and more recently of the You Shook Me Alternate Universe series (dark, angsty and equally smutty).

It's all text, I'm afraid, as I'm much more inclined to develop an image of a character in my head rather than rely on drawings or avatars.

Basic Info

Full Name: Alexandria Eve Richards.

Romantic/sexual relationship: Eddie Munson, who is her third boyfriend.

Nicknames (courtesy of Eddie): Goddess, vixen, minx.

Age: 18 at the start of Elevator Pitch.

Month & Year of Birth: Late August 1967.

Gender/Pronouns: Female (she/her).

Sexuality: Straight

Ethnicity: White European

Occupation: High school Senior

Virtues: Protective of the people she loves. Always willing to teach other nerds a little bit of Klingon.

Vices: Chocolate (mostly in the form of cake or ice-cream), and soft-domming her boyfriend.

Physical appearance and presence

Height: 5'9" (just the right height for hugging and kissing Eddie).

Body shape: Pear-shaped.

Hair: Long red hair, a little longer than shoulder length and cut in wavy layers when she remembers to visit a hairdresser, half-way down her back otherwise. She will be highly unimpressed if you call her ginger!

Skin tone: A typical Irish or Scottish complexion, very pale skin that marks easily and is prone to sunburn. A trace of blue veins are visible under her skin in places. Full pink lips that are usually forming an impish grin.

Eyes: Hazel, usually with one eyebrow quirked in exasperation at her boyfriend. The other option is to roll her eyes at him.

Other notable attributes: Her fingernails are usually short or blunt unless she's got a good reason to grow them, like role-playing a sexy werewolf for Eddie.

Scent: Spicy. Cinnamon and honey.

Fashion/style: A typical outfit for Lex is jeans, a nerdy t-shirt or sweater, and Doc Marten boots. Occasionally she'll wear a skirt or dress. No necklaces, bracelets or rings but she has eye-glasses and a number of earrings. She's a tattoo virgin, as much as she enjoys the sight of ink on her boyfriend's skin.

Accent: Lex has adopted a generic Mid-Western since she moved back to the US, but she drops back into a London accent when she has the opportunity or she's had a few drinks.

Personality:

Calm & collected with a sarcastic inner monologue. While she often pretends to take offense, she is generally easy going and amused by the people around her. Although her own sense of humour is dark, she falls hard for the silly jokes and bad chat-up lines that Eddie throws her way.

Lex is a massive nerd and is extremely good at math, leading to her desire to be an engineer.

She has a self-admittedly rubbish memory for music so she has to take notes & create playlists with “mood” names. She also has little to no sense of rhythm and can't sing, dance or play any musical instruments.

She tries her best to be an understanding girlfriend who doesn't succumb to jealousy, but sometimes it's difficult when you've got a hottie like Eddie on your hands.

Lex's thinks she's quiet and reserved, but dating Eddie proves she's more of a lioness than she thought (especially when she finds herself protecting him from Andy and other bullies).

At school, she's seen as a "good girl" and an A-student.

Thanks to her uncle Peter, she swears like a sailor.

Relationships:

Background: While she was born in the US and spent most of her childhood there, she lived in London for several years with her parents until she was 15. They then moved back to Chicago, but Lex's parents were killed in a car crash in the summer after her sophomore year, after which Lex moved to Hawkins to live with her uncle Peter.

Family: Her mother Mary was born in Hawkins and was friends with Wayne when they were in high school. Her father Barry. Her maternal uncle Peter works as a tattoo artist in Hawkins. He almost made it big as a rock star and is well known by those with any musical taste in Hawkins and beyond. Her paternal aunt in Philidelphia.

Closest friends: Robin, Steve, Eugene (a minor OC), Beverly (another minor OC and Gareth's girlfriend as of Spring 1986).

Ex-boyfriends: An abusive ex in Chicago who stalked her and attempted to control her. Lex has been seeing Ms. Kelley to deal with the trauma with the death of her parents and her ex's emotional abuse. She is triggered by jealousy, although occasionally prone to it herself despite her best efforts.

Tastes:

Likes: Lex adores guys who can make her laugh. Horror, science fiction and some fantasy, both books and movies. Her particular favourite is body horror. Star Trek: The Original Series. Guaranteed she'll be a massive fan of The Next Generation when it airs. After living in London for several years, Doctor Who (Tom Baker) is her go-to stoner TV show. X-men comics. David Lynch's Dune. Tom Savini's makeup work (what horror fan wouldn't love it?!) She has varied tastes in music; AC/DC, Kate Bush, ELO, Black Flag, Gary Numan, Motorhead, Thin Lizzy. Really, it just depends on what mood she's in at any given time.

Favourite food and drink: Hawaiian pizza, pickles, curries (mild), chocolate (particularly from England), her favourite breakfast is pancakes. Beer, whisky/whiskey.

Dislikes: At heart she's an introvert and tends to shy away from big public displays of affection and being the centre of attention.

Hobbies: Art and sketching. Designing costumes and opportunities to role play with Eddie.

[medusapelagia]

27 AU-gust: Fantastic Creatures

Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: age difference (when they meet Steve is only a child and Eddie is older) WC: 1578

It's not the first time that his father hit him, but it's the first time that he ran away after.

His dad will be furious when he finds out that he left from the window.

It wasn't easy as they show in the movies, and both his knees are bleeding and his jeans are broken, but all Steve wants to do is run away from the house. Run away from the man that hits him every time he plays a little louder, the man that scares everyone away.

There was a time when he was different.

When Steve was happy to see him back home.

A time when they played together, and laughed and… and it seems so long ago now.

After his grandpa’s death, everything changed.

His father told him that he was no longer a kid and that he had no time to lose with silly fantasies and took away all his books, leaving him time only to do homework or sports.

His mother has tried to talk to him but with no success. His father has become only meaner and more violent, and so he has decided to run, convinced that if he runs far enough he will get to Aunt Mary's house.

He loves Aunt Mary's house, it's on the coast, and you can hear the ocean roar when there is a storm.

It's in a place called California and he knows that it's not close, but maybe if he keeps running he will get there, or at least he will be able to leave the woods and ask for directions to someone.

He shouldn’t be in the woods, his fathers always told him that they are dangerous, but he feels that his home is even more dangerous, so he keeps running.

He falls, getting all his clothes dirty, god, his father is going to be so pissed! 

He gets up but he can't run anymore, so he walks through the bushes. The moon is still shining and he can see her light in the dark and he feels less lonely.

He loves the moon. Her gentle brightness. 

"Are you lost, little one?"

Steve stops abruptly, looking around himself but seeing no one.

"You seem to need some help, don't you, little one?"

He turns around to find the source of the voice and he stumbles on some roots which come to the surface. He braces himself for the impact with the ground but he doesn't fall. A long white arm is holding him tight.

"Didn't you hurt yourself enough?"

The voice is sweet and calm and Steve lifts his eyes to find a beautiful man with dark eyes holding him.

It takes him a moment to see that the man has wings!

They look like dragonfly's wings.

"Do you like them?"

He nods, astonished. He had never seen someone so beautiful in his life.

The man smiles like he can read his thoughts.

"Tell me, where were you going all by yourself on this wonderful night?"

"I'm going to see my aunt. Mary. She lives in California.”

The man mumbles “California, uh? Isn’t that a little far from Hawkins?”

“It is. But my aunt lives there and I want to go live with her.”

“I see… You don’t like your home?”

Steve shakes his head “My dad hates me. He beat me. Look!” he lifts his jacket showing a big blue bruise on his abdomen.

“Does it hurt?”

“Only if I touch it.”

“Like this?” the man asks pushing harder on his abdomen.

Steve tries to pull away, but the man's hold is strong.

He whimpers, feeling tears in his eyes.

“Don’t cry, little one. It’s all gone.”

The man removes his hand and Steve sees that the bruise is no longer there.

“How did you do it?”

“Magic.” he replies with a smirk “Would you like me to heal your knees too?”

Steve thinks about it for a long time, it hurt a lot when the man healed him, but now he feels so much better, so he nods.

“My little one is so brave…” the man praises him, and then the sharp pain is the only thing that fills Steve’s mind.

“Now what?” he asks to the man when his injuries are all healed.

“Do you still want to go to California?” the man asks and Steve tilts his head, confused.

“Are you really magic?”

The man nods.

“Can you really get me to California?”

“I can.”

“Will you?”

“I’d rather prefer not.”

“Why?”

The man sits on the ground, gesturing to Steve to sit in his lap “I want to tell you a story. A long long time ago there was a moon fairy, with black hair and dark eyes, that was waiting for the little moon of his life. He waited for the longest time, and when he finally felt that his little moon was born, it was taken away from him.” he pauses, while Steve looks at him with interest “He got so mad that he threatened to break the entire world if his little moon wasn’t returned to him. So his guards, his friends, and even his enemies started to look for his little moon. One night, when the moon was shining very brightly, he heard his little moon crying, so he ran toward the sound and found a little man, wandering around the woods, all alone. He was the most beautiful child he had ever seen. His skin was white as the moon, his eyes golden as the stars, and his little ears were pointed.” he continues, tapping on the kid's nose and smiling at Steve’s little giggle.

“The moon fairy knew that the beautiful child was the little moon that was stolen from him, but to be absolutely sure he had to touch his soul. Will you let me touch your soul, little one?”

Steve is mesmerized by the man and he nods without even asking what that means.

The man hugs him even tighter, their forehead touches and Steve feels a gentle hand looking through his mind, through his memories, reading them like a book.

He goes back to the fight with his father, back to the time when he was happy, back to the first time he came home in a stroller, and finally back to the night he was born, on the other side of the moon.

“I knew it was you. They brought you so far from me that I couldn’t find you, but tonight I heard your cry and I came for you. Would you like to go back home with me?”

“Home?” He asks confused.

The man brushes Steve’s hair away from his face “I don’t know how those stupid humans could ever believe that they gave birth to someone so beautiful as you.” He continues hugging the kid “You are a fairy, Stevie, just like me. You are my soulmate and I would love to bring you back home with me.”

“A fairy?”

“A changeling. A fairy that was switched at birth with a human.” He explains to an even more confused Steve.

“But I don’t have wings.” He complaints.

“You will, once we are back home, the moon will make you stronger and your wings will finally appear.”

Steve stares at the moon, he always loved it and now he knows why he always felt so connected.

“Home?” He asks, still starting.

“If you want I’ll bring you there right now.”

Steve stretches his arms and the black fairy easily picks him up.

When he opens his eyes they are in a forest of white trees and his skin shines even brighter.

“Welcome home, little one.” The black fairy whispers in his ear while Steve feels his shoulders tingle.

The black fairy removes his jacket and finally, some little wings emerge from Steve's back.

They are small and tender, but they are wings nonetheless.

"I have wings!" he states, astonished.

The black fairy smiles "When they are strong enough I'll teach you to fly. Would you like that?"

Steve nods, eagerly, then he looks down at the little planet that he used to call home.

"Could I fly back to Earth?" he asks, and the older fairy's face becomes serious.

"You could. Not by flying but by magic. But why would you do that? Do you miss Earth?"

Steve thinks for a long moment about his family, his friends, his Aunt Mary, and her home near the sea and he finds out that he doesn't really miss them, it's only that they were familiar and all of this is not.

The black fairy picks him up, holding him on his hip like a little child and he finds himself grabbing his neck.

"I know that this is new and it can seem scary to you. But I promise that you'll love it. Can you give me a chance?"

Steve stares at the man who is holding him with more care than his parents ever did. But he doesn't know this man. He doesn't even know his name.

"You can call me Eddie." he says, and then he opens his wing "Are you ready to fly?" he asks, and after a moment they are flying over the trees toward a white castle. Steve's little wings wiggle in the air and Eddie chuckles "I'm sure you will start to fly in no time, little one."

Steve blushes at the praise, feeling more happy than he has ever felt before.

[straightbaittournament]

📣 round 1 results

i will be posting results in reverse chronological order. unless some of them are slightly out of order then i never said that. they are as follows:

tobias funke and debrie bardeux vs SAM WINCHESTER AND EILEEN LEAHY

valkyrie and thor vs ALEXA, LIANA, JEREMY, AND IAN

grace blackthorn and christopher lightwood vs ANGEL AND CORDELIA CHASE

entrapta and hordak vs BUFFY AND SPIKE

SYLVIA AND WILL vs spada and raptor 283

kaname date and hitomi sagan vs JEAN-LUC PICARD AND DOCTOR BEVERLY CRUSHER

sosuke esumi and miu suto vs NOREA DU NOC AND EL5N

shin and noi vs NATHALIE SANCOEUR AND GABRIEL AGRESTE

jason grace and piper mclean vs PEGGY CARTER AND DANIEL SOUSA

BRIENNE OF TARTH AND JAIME LANNISTER vs merlin and morgana

livvy blackthorn and kit herondale vs TIM DRAKE AND STEPHANIE BROWN

bellamy blake and clarke griffin vs KATHRYN JANEWAY AND CHAKOTAY

sam winchester and rowena macleod vs SELINA KYLE AND BRUCE WAYNE

the twelfth doctor and missy vs ROMAN ROY AND GERRI KELLMAN

ted lasso and rebecca welton vs LUKE SKYWALKER AND LEIA ORGANA

KIPO OAK AND BENSON MEKLER vs chrissie cunningham and eddie munson

AVA SILVA AND MICHAEL SALVIUS vs nina zenik and matthias helvar

matthew and mary crawley vs WILLOW PARK AND HUNTER

ASH KETCHUM AND MISTY vs hikaru hitachiin and haruhi fujioka

ALEC HARDY AND ELLIE MILLER vs oscar francois de jarjayes and andre grenadier

EVA GARVEY AND GABRIEL vs tyler rake and nik khan

tatiana slozhno and curt mega vs ASAMI, BOLIN, KORRA, AND MAKO (originally just mako, korra, and asami; mod decided to change it to all four)

FOX MULDER AND DANA SCULLY vs clara oswald and the twelfth doctor

robin buckley and steve harrington vs ROY MUSTANG AND RIZA HAWKEYE

cali and flynn vs AKKO AND ANDREW

edward elric and winry rockbell vs MAKA ALBARN AND SOUL EVANS

keiichi maebara and rena ryugu vs HARDWON SUREFOOT AND MOONSHINE CYBIN

bow and glimmer vs GALO AND AINA

asuka tenjoin and yuki judai vs MAKO MORI AND RALEIGH BECKET

JEFF WINGER AND BRITTA PERRY vs izuku midoriya and ochako uraraka

himmel and frieren vs ABBIE MILLS AND ICHABOD CRANE

and last but not least:

KUROSAKI ICHIGO AND KUCHIKI RUKIA vs lisa cuddy and gregory house

once again i am so so fucking sorry for how i matched up the contestants except i'm also not because it was very funny, even though twelveclara and twissy both getting eliminated in round 1 will be my roman empire.

A FINAL AUF BREEDERSEHEN TO...

TOBIAS FUNKE AND DEBRIE BARDEUX

VALKYRIE AND THOR

GRACE BLACKTHORN AND CHRISTOPHER LIGHTWOOD

ENTRAPTA AND HORDAK

SPADA AND RAPTOR 283

KANAME DATE AND HITOMI SAGAN

MIU SUTO AND SOSUKE ESUMI

SHIN AND NOI

JASON GRACE AND PIPER MCLEAN

MERLIN AND MORGANA

LIVVY BLACKTHORN AND KIT HERONDALE

BELLAMY BLAKE AND CLARKE GRIFFIN

SAM WINCHESTER AND ROWENA MACLEOD

THE TWELFTH DOCTOR AND MISSY

TED LASSO AND REBECCA WELTON

CHRISSIE CUNNINGHAM AND EDDIE MUNSON

NINA ZENIK AND MATTHIAS HELVAR

MATTHEW AND MARY CRAWLEY

HIKARU HITACHIIN AND HARUHI FUJIOKA

OSCAR FRANCOIS DE JARJAYES AND ANDRE GRENADIER

TYLER RAKE AND NIK KHAN

TATIANA SLOZHNO AND CURT MEGA

CLARA OSWALD AND THE TWELFTH DOCTOR

ROBIN BUCKLEY AND STEVE HARRINGTON

CALI AND FLYNN

EDWARD ELRIC AND WINRY ROCKBELL

KEIICHI MAEBARA AND RENA RYUGU

BOW AND GLIMMER

ASUKA TENJOIN AND YUKI JUDAI

IZUKU MIDORIYA AND OCHAKO URARAKA

HIMMEL AND FRIEREN

LISA CUDDY AND GREGORY HOUSE

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[munvermaniac]

High school

Everyone is in the closet

Jason and Chrissy are dating and have been for years due to familial and social pressure.

It’s prom night the night they’ve been dreading

“I can’t do this Chrissy!”

“Thank God!”

“I love you but I don’t love you that way!”

“Me too!”

“I’m gay!”

“I know!”

An awkward paws in which Jason, assume that Chrissy would also say that she was gay instead of saying she knew he was gay the whole time.

“Wait… you knew?!”

“Jason, honey, I’ve known from the moment you laid eyes on Eddie Munson. Remember, you literally pushed him into a puddle and called him a dweeb.”

“I stand by that, but how is that proof? How did you know since then?”

“The blush? The lingering eye contact? Or the unfortunate erection? Take your pic. It’s all of those anyway.”

And exactly 7 1/2 years later, both Chrissy and Jason are living together, employed in the same place after deciding to go to school for the same thing. They work for the same hospital, they are best friends, though his parents hope that he will get over the gay thing and Mary, her and her mother hopes that she gets over you know, not listening to her mothers every demand and stops eating a healthy amount of food and starts dating the old high school quarterback. Also, despite the fact that Jason is super fucking gay.

But I digress.

It’s one Spring morning, Jason is coming in early to work as Chrissy is leaving. A young man walks in with his hair up in a messy bun. His jeans are skin tight with some holes in them, his shirt is threadbare, his flannel covers his very pointed and broad shoulders. He leans against the counter and grins at Jason.

“Well well well. Never thought I’d see you in a place like this.”

“I…work here. Can I help you?”

“Yeah. You can help ease the lonely nights with your phone number.”

Jason, blushing.

“Dammit Eddy, you literally have a nail going through your palm and you’re hitting on me?”

“Your gorgeous eyes dull the pain.”

“…let’s get that out after we get you checked in.”

“ it’s cute that you’re trying to be professional but you’re blushing because you totally remember how I looked at naked during that last party after graduation like seven years ago.”

“I am at work!” Jason loudly whispers.

“ so can we talk about the time you totally hit this when you’re off the clock?

“… Preferably, when you no longer have a nail through your Palm, yes.”

“Sweet. So it’s a date. You, me, crappy, hospital, cafeteria, food.”

“You’re an idiot.”

(Nurse Jason is just the best and clumsy Eddie is a blessing. And Jason totally hit that senior year thinking that they’d never see each other again and yet, here they are.)

(And if you’re wondering? Of course Chrissy knew that Eddy was moving back into town and neglected to tell Jason. If she told Jason then it would be easy for him to try to get his shit together look as hot as possible and be prepared at all times. And where is the fun in that? I love me my nurse Chrissy, who is an agent of chaos and a total gremlin. )

If you asked Chrissy, she would you that no, she definitely 100% had no idea that Eddie was moving back, and no, absolutely not, she was not the one who convinced him to do it, and of course not, she would never tell Eddie what shifts Jason was working and in which sections, no way.

Ugh god, I just love nurse!jason, it fits him so well with how protective he is.

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

New Ocs!

I have new ocs to introduce, some that aren’t on my masterlist yet (but I’ll add them soon, I promise) (I have too many Gotham ocs, I know that I’ll probably scrap some of them, but until then...)

Shadowhunters

Marceline Seymour - Mundane (with Sight); future Elys’ girlfriend

Her faceclaim is Holland Roden!

Vincent “Vice” Verlac - Shadowhunter; Nico’s best friend (and ex boyfriend); just wants to be a singer; doesn’t care about fighting;

His faceclaim is Charlie Gillespie!

Descendants

Esme Balthazar - daughter of Edgar Balthazar; cat lover; her and Carlos are besties; ship TBD

Her faceclaim is Maria Ehrich!

Celestine - daughter of Blue Fairy

Her faceclaim is Maude Apatow!

Bernadette “Bernie” Poppins - daughter of Mary Poppins and Bert; twin sister of Armie

Her faceclaim is Millie Bobby Brown!

Armie Poppins - child of Mary Poppins and Bert; twin brother of Bernie

His faceclaim is Noah Schnapp!

Gavin - son of the White Knight; sweetest boy ever; 

His faceclaim is Matt Cornett!

Brielle - daughter of the Red Knight

Her faceclaim is Sadie Soverall!

Rowan Cheshire - child of the Cat of Cheshire and Redacted; 

Their faceclaim is Joy Sunday!

Glee

Jean St James - sister of Jesse St James; the sweetest girl in town; already famous singer

Her faceclaim is Olivia Rodrigo!

Maya Puckerman - younger sister of Noah Puckerman; Cheerio; New Directions memeber; wasn��t there for the first season for reasons lmao

Her faceclaim is Alexia Demie!

Mirabelle Ryder - Cheerio; no plot just vibes

Her faceclaim is Sofia Carson!

Morgan Smith - Cheerio; one of the Originals New Directions member; future Broadway star; (maybe a Rachel ship... tbd)

Her faceclaim is Lili Reinhart!

Melanie Jay - Football Player at McKinley (the only girl in the team); New Directions Memeber; basically girly girl who likes to play football and sing and that can kick your ass

Her faceclaim is Hailee Steinfeld!

Dulcinea “Dulcie” Klempt - niece of Isabelle Wright; famous dancer

Her faceclaim is Kristine Froseth!

Ezekiel “Zeke” Wright - son of Isabelle Wright; hates being famous; just wants a normal teenage life; hides in Lima for not handle New York shit

His faceclaim is Dylan Sprayberry!

Stranger Things

Effie Munson - Eddie Munson’s younger sister; probably a Robin ship (TBD)

Her faceclaim is Emma Mackey!

Sunny Henderson - Dustin Henderson’s older sister; Steve ship

Her faceclaim is Haley Lu Richardson!

Ethan Clifford - sweetest guy in all Indiana; ends up in the middle of the Hawkins Supernatural Chaos by accident

His faceclaim is Joshua Bassett!

Gotham

Annalise Pennyworth - niece of Alfred Pennyworth; Bruce (potential Bruce x Selina) ship

Her faceclaim is McKenna Grace (and probably Meg Donnelly when she’s older but... TBD)!

Margaret Gordon - young sister of Jim Gordon; the darling of the GCPD (does she work there? No) 

Her faceclaim is Florence Pugh!

Virginia Falcone - daughter of Carmine Falcone; sister of Sofia and Mario Falcone; (don’t know about her for the vigilante thing... I’m more towards yes but not sure yet)

Her faceclaim is Zoey Deutch!

Karina Wayne - aunt of Bruce Wayne; Wayne Enterprices’ heiress (at least half of it); future vigilante (name tbd)

Her faceclaim is Anne Hathaway!

Vera Wayne - twin sister of Bruce Wayne (or at least this is what they think... spoiler: she isn’t)

Her faceclaim is Millie Bobby Brown!

Myra “Hel” Mooney - niece of Fish Mooney; rich bitch energy 

Her faceclaim is Savannah Lee Smith!

Penelope Fisher - private detective; just wants to know what the fuck is going on in Gotham; the law can’t stop her lmao

Her faceclaim is Emma Stone!

Elijah Crow - no plot just vibes; vigilante for sure but name TBD

His faceclaim is Dominic Sherwood!

Mireille Lacroix - first and only daughter of an elite family of Gotham; future vigilante (name TBD)

Her faceclaim is Dove Cameron!

[holysanctum-a]

ACTIVE MUSELIST.

STEPHEN KING UNIVERSE

eddie kaspbrak

beverly marsh

richie tozier

patricia uris

audra phillips

ben hanscom

stan uris

carrie white

sue snell

wendy torrance

danny torrance

AVATAR SERIES

ronal of the metkayina

neytiri of the omaticaya

tsireya of the omaticaya

WEDNESDAY 2022 / THE ADDAMS FAMILY SERIES

wednesday addams

enid sinclair

xavier thorpe

tyler galpin

bianca barclay

morticia addams

pubert addams

pugsley addams

ophelia frump

deborah jellinsky

STRANGER THINGS

steve harrington

nancy wheeler

eddie munson

robin buckley

chrissy cunningham

tammy thompson

jane ives hopper

will byers

jonathan byers

joyce byers

angela russell

alexei volkov

erica sinclair

lucas sinclair

max mayfield

dustin henderson

tina coleman

carol perkins

mike wheeler

eden bingham

suzie bingham

gareth hill

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE

house of the dragon;

rhaenyra targaryen

alicent hightower

ser harwin strong

helaena targaryen

mysaria

alys rivers

H20: ADD WATER

cleo sertori

rikki chadwick

emma gilbert

isabella hartley

MONSTER HIGH

cleo de nile

abbey abominable

spectra vondergeist

robecca steam

laura dracul

jinafire long

torelei stripes

clawdeen wolf

c.a cupid

lagoona blue

ghoulia yelps

scarah screams

rochelle goyle

katrina de-mew

viperine gorgon

venus mcflytrap

gigi grants

SCREAM

sidney prescott

tatum riley

charlie walker

kirby reed

HALLOWEEN

laurie strode

annie brackett

lynda van der klok

allyson strode

michael myers

judith myers

ANOES 2010

nancy holbrook

quentin smith

kris fowles

gwen holbrook

AMERICAN HORROR STORY

zoe benson

violet harmon

madison montgomery

misty day

brooke thompson

montana duke

UNTIL DAWN ( adapted from canon. )

emily davis

ashley brown

jessica riley

sam giddings

beth washington

THE QUARRY ( adapted from canon. )

max brinly

emma mountebank

ryan erzahler

kaitlyn ka

jacob custos

abigail blyg

nicholas furcillo

pansy parkinson

lily evans / potter

narcissa black / malfoy

hannah abbott

ginny weasley

andromeda black / tonks

nymphadora tonks

zhang qiu

daphne greengrass

astoria greengrass

luna lovegood

fleur delacour

marlene mckinnon

dorcas meadowe

mary macdonald

molly weasley

katie bell

lavender brown

tracey davis

millicent bulstrode

susan bones

cedric diggory

helena ravenclaw

angelina johnson

alicia spinnet

parvati patil

anne sallow

sebastian sallow

poppy sweeting

adelaide oakes

charlie weasley

PRETTY LITTLE LIARS

spencer hastings

allison dilaurentis

aria montgomery

hanna marin

THE HUNGER GAMES

klatniss everdeen

primrose everdeen

clove heidenriek

annie cresta

johanna mason

finnick odair

peeta mellark

MARVEL

jean grey

emma frost

gwen stacy

mary jane watson

peter parker

clint barton

pepper potts

kate bishop

anna marie

DC

harleen quinzel

selina kyle

pamela isley

rachel roth

june moone / enchantress

bruce wayne

barbara gordon

dick grayson

jason todd

harvey dent

TWILIGHT

isabella swan

jane volturi

rosalie hale

alice cullen

CORPSE BRIDE

emily petterson

victor van dort

victoria everglot

TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE

sally hardesty

THE CABIN IN THE WOODS

dana polk

jules louden

HOCUS POCUS

sarah sanderson

winifred sanderson

mary sanderson

alison blythe

dani dennison

emily binx

FEAR STREET SERIES

sam fraser

deena johnson

simon kalivoda

sheila greene

hannah miller

sarah fier

corky corcoran

annie greene

becky hemmings

will goode

ziggy berman

cindy berman

joan kutcherson

alice gallagher

BRIDE OF CHUCKY

tiffany valentine

THE CRAFT

nancy downs

AQUAMARINE

aquamarine brown

GREASE

sandy olsen

betty rizzo

marty maraschino

frenchy conrad

THE OUTSIDERS

marcia smith

cherry valance

MYSTERY INC

daphne blake.

dorothy blake.

daisy blake.

delilah blake.

dawn blake.

velma dinkley.

sally mcknight.

dusk davenport.

luna reynolds.

HALLOWEEN TOWN

marnie piper

sophie piper

scarlet sinister

THE BLACK PHONE

vance hopper

finney blake

griffin stagg

donna

billy

THE WALKING DEAD & GAME

maggie greene

beth greene

judith grimes

sophia peletier

carl grimes

clementine

carley

RESIDENT EVIL

rebecca chambers

jill valentine

claire redfield

leon kennedy

ada wong

sherry berkins

donna beneviento

bela dimitrescu

daniela dimitrescu

cassandra dimitrescu

CHARMED

piper halliwell

phoebe halliwell

prue halliwell

paige matthews

parker halliwell

p.j halliwell

tamora mitchell

kat mitchell

chris halliwell

THE VIRGIN SUICIDES

lux lisbon

bonnie lisbon

mary lisbon

therese lisbon

cecilia lisbon

DEAD BY DAYLIGHT

jane romero

lee yunjin

feng min

kimura yui

the onryo

the ghostface

the huntress

dwight fairfield

meg thomas

nea karlsson

claudette morel

kate denson

mikaela reid

the legion: julie kostenko

the legion: susie lavoie

the legion: joey campbell

the spirit

the nurse

the plague

zarina kassir

élodie rakoto

david king

adam francis

the pig

the trapper

the hillbilly

the doctor

the wraith

felix richter

jake park

the trickster

heather mason

yoichi asakawa

lisa garland

the executioner

alessa gillespie

SILENT HILL

maria

mary sunderland

jodie mason

harry mason

VALORANT

viper

sage

jett

neon

skye

reyna

fade

killjoy

raze

STARDEW VALLEY

haley

alex

jodi

leah

sam

abigail

maru

shane

EMH

vinnie.

jeff.

jessie.

jessa.

steph.

MISC

rouge the bat — sonic universe

princess peach — mario universe

princess daisy — mario universe

princess rosalina — mario universd

barbie — barbie cinematic universe

abigail hobbs — hannibal ( soloblog @fawneyes )

veronica sawyer — heathers

lydia martin — teen wolf

allison argent — teen wolf

malia tate — teen wolf

faye chamberlain — the secret circle

martha may whovier — the grinch

rose cotter — smile 2022

jennifer check — jennifer's body ( pre-succubus. )

anita lesnicki — jennifer's body

colin gray — jennifer's body

layla williams — sky high

magenta hui — sky high

gwen grayson — sky high

penny lent — sky high

ginger fitzgerald — gingersnaps

patrick bateman — american psycho

sarah miller — tlou

dina — tlou

shauna shipman — yellowjackets

jackie taylor — yellowjackets

jade west — victorious

tori vega — victorious

cat valentine — victorious

elijah — midnight scenes : from the woods.

virginia — sons of the forrest.

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

mason wheeler — stranger things

spencer harrington — stranger things

priscilla munson — stranger things ( affiliated with @slaymetal )

kevin watson — stranger things

avonna-leigh millicent lane — stranger things ( affiliated with @hauntingh0ur )

ember riley smith

haerelian — affiliated with @seirsenes

cordelia syphe

princess saereliette of alryia — stardew valley

thorn winters — resident evil : village.

oleander sykes carson — pyreford mystery series.

marisol renatta lora — pyreford mystery series.

seraphina holly-grace saddler — pyreford mystery series.

marilyn victoire ophelia blackwell — fandomless with verses in teen wolf, stranger things and IT.

lauren richter — dead by daylight.

legion : bambi ( beatrice dane ) — dead by daylight.

milana renee van der kamp — stranger things ( affiliated with @jedova )

lorelei koen — the last of us.

isabelle walker — until dawn.

matilda greaves — emh / scream.

princess helanys — elden ring.

rosalind wilson — apocalypse based.

marina james — sons of the forrest.

[aew-regression-cove]

My fictional caregivers

(will add to this as I see fit <3 & this will get as long as I want lol)

!!! I would like to make a disclaimer that me being attached to these characters doesn't automatically mean I agree with all of their actions !!!

Dino Divider

Coloured Names = Currently Most Active.

Comfort Actors. = *

Horror/Spooky/Dark:

David Powers. (the lost boys)

Michael Emerson. (the lost boys)

Eric Draven. (the crow)

Adam & Barbara Maitland. (beetlejuice)

Danny Torrance. (dr sleep) *

Egon Spengler. (ghostbusters)

Peter Venkman. (ghostbusters)

Dana Barrett. (ghostbusters)

Winston Zeddmore. (ghostbusters)

Ellen Ripley. (alien)

Seth Brundle. (the fly) *

Stu Macher. (scream)

Morticia & Gomez Addams. (addam family values)

Michael Myers. (halloween)

Laurie Strode. (halloween)

Ed & Lorraine Warren. (the conjuring)

Thomas Sharpe. (crimson peak) *

Daryl Dixon. (the walking dead)

Negan. (the walking dead)

Glenn Rhee. (the walking dead)

Hannibal Lector. (hannibal + silence of the lambs)

Lee Bodecker. (the devil all the time) *

Jareth/Goblin King. (labyrinth)

Tate Langdon. (american horror story — season 1) *

Marvel (+ X-Men):

Bucky Barnes. *

Peter Maximoff. * (Big Brother Specifically)

Logan Howlett.

Deadpool.

Remy Lebeau/Gambit.

Charles Xavier.

Erik Lehnsherr.

Hank McCoy.

Scott Summers.

Ororo Munroe.

Kurt Wagner.

Jean Grey.

Wanda Maximoff.

Frank Castle.

Matt Murdock.

Foggy Nelson. (daredevil)

Clint Barton.

Loki Laufeyson.

Mobius.

Moonknight System. *

Layla El Faouly.

Bruce Banner.

The Grandmaster. (thor ragnarok) *

Peter Parker. (tasm)

Eddie Brock & Venom.

Miguel O'Hara. (atsv) *

Hobie Brown. (atsv)

Johnny Storm. (fantastic four) *

Reed Richards. (fantastic four)

Scott Lang.

Steve Rogers. *

Peggy Carter.

Tony Stark.

Agatha Harkness.

Star Wars:

Obi-Wan Kenobi. *

Poe Dameron. *

Din Djarin. (the mandalorian) *

Kylo Ren. *

Han Solo.

Qui Gon Jinn.

Hunter. (the bad batch)

Tech. (the bad batch)

Crosshair. (the bad batch)

Wrecker. (the bad batch)

Echo. (the bad batch)

Captain Rex. (clone wars)

Anakin Skywalker. *

DC:

Harley Quinn.

Alfred Pennyworth. (batman)

Bruce Wayne. (batman 1989 + batman returns + batman forever) *

Edward Nygma/The Riddler. (batman forever) *

John Constantine. (constantine) *

Sci-fi:

Eddie Munson. (stranger things)

Jim Hopper. (stranger things)

Joyce Byers. (stranger things)

Klaus Hargreaves. (the umbrella academy)

Five Hargreaves. (the umbrella academy)

Ian Malcolm. (jurassic park) *

Alan Grant. (jurassic park)

David Levinson. (independence day) *

TV Shows:

Dean Winchester. (supernatural)

Castiel. (supernatural)

Archangel Gabriel. (supernatural)

Charlie Bradbury. (supernatural)

Bobby Singer. (supernatural)

JJ Maybank. (outer banks)

John B Routledge. (outer banks)

Pope Heyward. (outer banks)

Rafe Cameron. (outer banks)

Spencer Reid. (criminal minds)

Penelope Garcia. (criminal minds)

Aaron Hotchner. (criminal minds)

Luke Alvez. (criminal minds)

Emily Prentiss. (criminal minds)

Derek Hale. (teen wolf)

Peter Hale. (teen wolf)

Melissa McCall. (teen wolf)

Noah Stilinski. (teen wolf)

Peter Scarbrow. (higher ground) *

Gregory House. (house MD)

James Wilson. (house MD)

Sherlock Holmes. (bbc sherlock)

John Watson. (bbc sherlock)

Ravi Singh. (a good girls guide to murder)

Jethro Gibbs. (ncis)

Ducky. (ncis)

Lucifer. (lucifer)

Catnoir. (miraculous ladybug)

Rosie. (hazbin hotel)

Dystopian:

Neo. (the matrix) *

Haymitch Abernathy. (the hunger games)

Finnick Odair. (the hunger games)

Minho. (the maze runner)

Newt. (the maze runner)

Gaming:

Joel Miller. (the last of us) *

Phillip Graves. (call of duty)

John Price. (call of duty)

Leon Kennedy. (resident evil)

Action + Fantasy + Misc:

Ransom Drysdale. (knives out) *

Indiana Jones.

Commander Mills. (65) *

Tangerine. (bullet train) *

Maria. (bullet train)

Hades. (hercules + descendents)

Mary Poppins. (disney)

Christopher Robin. *

Alice Cullen. (twilight)

Carlisle Cullen. (twilight)

Jasper Cullen. (twilight)

Oogie Boogie. (the nightmare before christmas)

Kristoff. (frozen)

Giselle. (enchanted)

Prince Edward. (enchanted)

Elle Woods. (legally blonde)

Iceman. (top gun)

Goose. (top gun)

Maverick. (top gun)

[ddanalee]

An Ode to the Male Gaze: My Collage and Essay from the Dada and Surrealist Tradition

The determinist ideologies surrounding the idealization of hysteric women by surrealists and the incongruence between their art and their beliefs about women, is represented in this collage entitled, “An Ode to The Male Gaze”. Using themes of hysteria, sexuality, gender, and the juxtaposition of images with words, the collage brings attention to the conversations had about women and the female sexuality by Surrealist men, and how that was inspired in tandem with the sexualization and objectification of women; vacillating on the meaning of women with the meaning women give, through the male gaze.

Idolized and also criticized greatly, the choice of using Sylvia Plath and Britney Spears as the faces of Mary and Jesus is a testament to the Surrealist obsession with hysteria, the Surrealist idealization of hysteric women, and the disappointment in hysteric women who were unable to gratify the enchanting and romanticized image denoted to them by the Surrealist men. The Surrealist obsession with hysteria stemmed from the movement’s fascination in Freudian psychoanalysis, and Jean-Martin Charcot’s observations of psychiatric patients. Hysteria had been coined by Charcot in 1878 and described a sexualized madness full of what the Surrealists sensationalized as an erotic and innate ecstasy in some women (Rabaté, 2002). Charcot set up a photography studio at La Salpêtrière, in Paris, France. There, he displayed and documented the symptoms of several female patients who he claimed to be hysteric, the pictures and visual renderings of which inspired the convulsive beauty that attracted the Surrealist men. In André Breton and Louis Aragon’s joint manifesto, the “Invention of Hysteria”, they celebrate the 50th anniversary of Charcot’s discovery and refer to hysteria as being, “The greatest poetic discovery of the latter part of the century” (Rabaté, 2002). Though many of their idealist theories followed the studies of Sigmund Freud, he opposed their liberal use of such conventions (Rabaté, 2002).

Breton and Aragon admired the salacious desires of these hysteric women, inspired by the mental liberation of their internal reality’s passion and their unadulterated sexuality, as it reflected the Surrealist beliefs of the power of the unconscious and the revolution of transforming one’s internal reality into the external reality. André Breton himself became infatuated with a hysteric woman, of whom he devoted the title of a novel to. Nadja (1928) was a novel written by André Breton, detailing the ten day affair he shared with the character he refers to as Nadja. As their romance blossoms, her seditious and unorthodox views on society inspire his rumination of several Surrealist matters which aim to revolutionize the modern way of thought and structure of society. He becomes enchanted by the mysterious and dubious nature of Nadja, but as her insanity begins to reveal itself and as she unfolds to him the mysteries of her past, he calls for her admission into a sanitarium. Breton ruminates on her absence, replacing her presence. To him, she is but an experience to confer with his greater power of thought, wherein, “if it is Nadja who has visionary sight it is Breton who, tracing the streets of Paris, will write the text and place Nadja in it.” (Munson, 2004). He himself will be free. This romanticization of the “hysterical” woman where the idealized or idolized woman becomes apparently not ideal, is common to this day. Sylvia Plath is emblematic of a woman who had a revolutionized way of thought, but was treated for her “insanity” with electroconvulsive therapy several times, eventually taking her own life. In more recent decades, Britney Spears, who was considered a pop-culture idol, was quickly driven into a supposed state of  “insanity” as a result of the abhorrent public scrutiny that vacillated with the public adoration and idolization of her, which would have truly inspired André Breton. The two women, though having dealt with the hapless realities of being considered lesser-than cognitively, and by gender (as any woman in a patriarchy endures), are also idolized for their innate talents and transgressive behaviour. The Surrealist movement idealized the assumed sexual nature and innate desires which comprised the women considered to be hysterical. These two women appear on the faces of Mary holding Jesus as an ode to the Surrealist master, Salvador Dali’s Madonna of Port Lligat (1949). While the Surrealists idealized these mad women, Dali’s Madonna idealizes one woman, his wife, Gala. She is the model and representation of Mary, putting her and the unborn Christ at the center of the universe, his universe (Pasero, 2006). Assuming the higher power and divine unconscious held by women, Sylvia Plath and Britney Spears are placed facetiously upon these religious faces to pose the question, did the Surrealists really find that the women they idealized were ideal? Andre Breton’s interest in Nadja speaks to this question with a thoughtful, no. 

Breton and Magritte are presented as holy voyeurs in a reflection of the voyeuristic perspectives of many Surrealist works of art, which can be unearthed through the Surrealist discourse on female sexuality and the antithetical sexualization of women. One of the greatest examples of the male voyeur and the conversations on female sexuality in contrast with the sexualization of the female, is Le Viol, made in 1934 by René Magritte. The image exhibits a woman’s face transforming into itself (Greeley, 1992), the female anatomy replacing what was once her eyes, nose, and mouth. This Surrealist attempt at revolutionizing ways of seeing and thought has been met with controversy over its ambivalent meanings. In Le Viol, some see the image as supporting the equality of genders and condemning the male gaze, and some condemn the image as an anti-artistic vision, created, “within the dominant art historical tradition of male as voyeur, female as object of the male gaze.” (Greeley, 1992), even raping the female spectator herself. While some agree that Le Viol is meant to provoke the viewer rather than express Magritte’s opinions on gender and misogyny, many feminist scholars, such as Susan Gubar, disagree with these pornographic representations of the female, suggesting that, “When the female is simultaneously decapitated and recapitated by her sexual organs, the face that was supposed to be a window to the soul embodies a sexuality that is less related to pleasure and more to dominance over the woman who is “nothing but” a body.” (Gubar, 1987). Gubar explores Le Viol through the ambivalent category of pornography as both a liberal feminist support of patriarchy, and as a salacious form of art - both conceding rather voyeuristic undertones. The woman is not idealized, so much as she is sexualized. Accompanied with language as many surrealist pieces are, the image (as printed on Breton’s 1934 pamphlet) also reads, “Qu’est-ce que le Surréalisme?” (Greeley, 1992), which may suggest that the female does not need language to communicate, the power of her sexuality being a more literate form of exchange. For Le Viol, the female body does not defend or revolutionize the status of a woman, but dilutes her status to her anatomy, and her speech to her genitalia; perhaps insinuating that the essence of her being is a higher power, or perhaps reducing her to a vagina. The experience of being a detached voyeur to images like Le Viol, makes the image a product of the male gaze, and therefore an adherent to the male voyeur. In this collage, Breton and Magritte look up to the women and fantasize, their perversion disguised by their angelic bodies who argue for their determinism in the name of art and revolution.

Within this voyeuristic aspect of women in Surrealist art is a foundation of Freudian thought on women that bewitched and intimidated men. Raw meat, and penetrated grilled meat are phallically presented in the collage as a reminder of the Freudian psychoanalytic views on women embraced by Surrealist men, whose fantasies and deification of women are often reflected in their own insecurities as male figures. While Freud often asked about what it is that women want, the Surrealist artworks of women done by men answered only the question of what men want. Female eroticism was often depicted through the idea of convulsive beauty, evoking a sense of perversion that strips women of any common tender tropes, and instead represents a figure of anxiety manifested through the woman, by the male. This male perversion is an, “erotic form of hatred.” (Knafo, 2003), which was a reflection of the male insecurity in their own gender’s thought and progression, felt heavily between the two World Wars. Much like Le Viol, women were dehumanized and deformed, invoking a synchronous sense of envy and adoration from Surrealist men for the female’s ability to endorse irrationality and the unconscious. This envy of women derived from the male belief that “women embodied the irrational, the primitive, the unconscious, and the visionary” (Knafo, 2003), which, despite femininity also being associated with insanity, were all qualities the Surrealist men were looking to embody and use to rectify the conventional moralities and ways of thought. However, this perversion as a result of the projection of anxiety, only galvanized an obsession that idealized the beauty in women much like the beauty of any painting—as an object at its core. The desexualized yet phallic meat in this collage—torn and penetrated, raw and charred—is emblematic of the Freud-inspired obsession over women and their powerful unconscious abilities, and the projections of male insecurity and an unconscious hatred towards women through the hyper-sexualized and aestheticized displays of their bodies in Surrealist art.

The juxtaposition of incompatible things is best represented in the ironic use of language throughout the image, drawing attention to the idealized woman by surrealist men being antithetical to the actual status of women both in society and in their art. There are two important sets of words on the collage, one that reads, “Who’s Cooking Dinner?”, and a diagram of a piece of meat that reads “Boneless” and “Well-Trimmed”, placed behind the head of Sylvia Plath. Similarly to the image, Je ne vois pas la – cachée dans le forêt (1929), the use of words amongst the selected imagery of two idealized and criticized women highlight the hypocrisy and duality of the treatment towards women by men in society. The oscillations between the words and the pictures display, “A use of the infinite relations of language and painting as a starting point for new uses of language” (Greeley, 1992). It is the irony and incongruence between the words and the images that provides a more meaningful and political perspective to the viewer. The juxtaposition between highly gendered language that assumes a woman’s role to be domestic, with the insinuation of a woman’s intellect being comparable to meat, to the then glorified and religious imagery of two idealized women, contributes to the conversation around the lack of genuine intention and natural interest had by Surrealist men in women. It was much more interesting for the men to ruminate on how fascinating women could be, than to truly be fascinated with women. This again asks the question: did the Surrealists really find that the women they idealized were ideal? As one could not likely be declared insane and also cook dinner for her family, the answer again, is no.

The collage, “An Ode to the Male Gaze” is intended to express the irony in how men chose to idealize women, specifically women they considered hysterical, without truly expressing interest in the women as people. Rather, women are objectified for what the men believe they represent, their well being set aside as less important to the male revolutionist and determinist agenda.

Bibliography

Greeley, Robin A. 1992. “Image, Text and the Female Body: René Magritte and the Surrealist Publications.” Oxford Art Journal 15 (2): 48-57. http://www.jstor.org/stable/1360500.

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Eddie said nothing. He didn't even apologize for walking into her when she abruptly stopped. He waited until she was done getting that anger out and then followed her into her home. That's when he finally poke. "It's Mary." He said. "By the way." He walked inside her home, hands going into the pockets of his jeans. "Mary, mother of God. Jesus is her kid. Sweet Jesus Mother of God doesn't make any sense."

His eyes wandered around the apartment but his hands were deep in his pockets. An old habit. The Munsons had reputation (thanks Dad) and people thought them as thievies, among other things so Uncle Wayne had taught Eddie at an early age to keep his hands in his pockets to avoid people getting any wrong ideas. Now he didn't give a fuck what ideas people had about him but a lot of times he did it without realizing like now.

"You'd think someone with so many books would know that." He'd read most of them. Anne Rice was a current favorite since his friend Cat had gifted him the first book recently. "Pity Rice doesn't write about fixing a stove."

"My hero," Hannah said, a bit too sarcastically for her own liking when he said that he didn't want to help her but that he would anyway.

Don't be so rude, she thought to herself.

When he once again made a comment about her and Wayne she stopped so suddenly that he walked into her. She pinched the bridge of her nose between her index finger and thumb and exhaled hard through her nose.

Just count to ten, she told herself. It didn't work. "SweetJesusMotherofGod!" she exclaimed, making it sound like one long word before she turned around, her hazel eyes suddenly gone alarmingly black.

"For the last time," she said, her voice still calm but so icy that it nearly made herself shiver. "I'm not dating your uncle. I'm not fucking him either - I was just being sarcastic when I said that about banging. I barely know the man, except that he was really polite to me the day I moved in. Clearly not a family trait," she finished with a scoff, opening her door with such force that it banged against the opposite wall, and walked inside.

Even though most of her belongings were still in boxes and duffel bags it at least looked like she lived there now.

It was the same kind of trailer that Eddie and Wayne lived in, one bedroom, a living room and kitchen combined in one and a bathroom.

In the living room there were movie posters above the couch, which she had usually rescued from the trashcan behind the cinema back home when they switched them; The Exorcist, The Omen, The Shining and Evil Dead.

On the opposite wall there were band posters - Ozzy Osbourne, Metallica, Mötley Crüe, Iron Maiden and Guns N´ Roses.

On most other free space on the walls she had nailed poems, among them the one of Dorothy Parker she had quoted to Eddie outside, but also ones she had written herself.

There were also books. Books everywhere, since she hadn't had time to sort them all out properly.

Most of them was from the horror genre - Stephen King, Edgar Allan Poe, Shirley Jackson, Susan Hill, Mary Shelley, Ira Levine, Bram Stoker, Anne Rice, Daphne Du Maurier but also a lot of classics; Charles Dickens, Jane Austen, The Bronte sisters and William Blake.

A rather worn copy of Dante Alighieri's most famous work, The Divine Comedy, laid open on the kitchen counter, depicting a scene from the Inferno part, showing Dante and his guide, Vigil being taken across the lake of the dead to enter hell.

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