#just dont wanna fall back into ED

[scramratz]

Realized my preferred surgeon has a BMI limit of 35, and I'm one point off. So uh..... what are some healthy weight loss methods?

[britneyshakespeare]

oh my god am i so fucking tired

[taintedcigs]

— late night blues

pairing: roommate bsf!eddie munson x f!reader

summary: you can’t seem to sleep, so eddie offers to drive you around, but you have something else in mind that can make you relax and help you fall asleep faster; his fingers. (wc: 3.1k+)

author's note: not proofread. entirely self-indulgent. and normally i would gaf about interactions but i literally dont rn. i needed this <3 and for all my insomniacs out there... i appreciate u and i am u. hope this is like a warm/horny hug to all of u as much as it is to me. bc i need it desperately. the ending is kinda rushed i am so v sorry. pleaseeee reblog to support me. ty!! mwah.

Hogging the blanket you sank deeper into the couch, the light illuminating from the TV screen enough to have you squinting, but never enough to lull you into sleep.

You huff, impatiently, trying to shut off the voices in your head, thoughts swirling around everywhere and anywhere, making it impossible to let you embrace the sweet sleep you so desperately need.

"Why are you awake?" A low groan of Eddie's voice almost startles you, slight gasp leaving your lips, making you sit up straight with a deep breath.

"Couldn't sleep," you shrugged, "didn't wanna wake you."

"Should've," he grumbles, stomping on his way next to you, "y'know I can't sleep knowing you're awake, right?" A lazy smile is placed on his lips when he slouches right next to you.

The couch sinks with the impact and so does your stomach, the implications of his words not going unnoticed, the two of you have always been close, too fucking close to being considered as just friends.

Yet, none of you ever made any effort.

And you were growing tired of it, because, shit, did you like him. And a part of you, as well as everyone else in the gang kept teasing you about, told you he liked you too. Just waiting to be pushed.

"Wanna smoke?" He asked with a hum, "might help you sleep better." The brunette placed a lazy kiss on your forehead, another act the two of you always did, affectionate, too affectionate to be just friends, yet none of you ever dwelled on it, despite it leaving your entire body on fire in its wake, and Eddie's stomach churn with delight as you always smiled up at him. Sweet, almost peaceful, making you nod quietly, looking so fatigued that his chest ached for you.

"Was t'tired... couldn't roll one." You point toward the mess on the coffee table, grinder open with strains stuck in it, crumpled-up rolling papers, and a bunch of filters sprawled everywhere.

"How about we take a drive, princess?" He asks with a slight tilt of his head, the pad of his thumb slowly circling your face, tender and making you melt into him.

You shake your head quickly, not wanting to bother him in any way. "Eds, it's too late, I don't want you to-"

But he's quick to scoff. "Don't be ridiculous."

"Eddie, I mean it, we can just smoke this here and-" He tuts you quickly, already getting up, his Garfield sweatpants fully in view, making you giggle.

He takes your hand in his, dragging you while you huff and puff. "Grab a jacket or one of my hoodies, and let's fuckin' roll, honey."

Once you throw over one of his oversized hoodies, he almost carries you to the car, not wanting you to lose that sleepy state, knowing that it'd be hard for you to get it back.

You buckle your seatbelt, just watching him in his groove, head falling into the headrest as you admire him rolling a joint so quickly that it makes your head spin. "How the fuck can you do that?" You groan, "'s not fair." A pout overtakes your lips, causing him to grin. He wants to kiss it away, yet all he does is tuck the strands of your hair that are covering your features, turning your lips into a mellow smile, matching his.

"Well it helps if you were a dealer in high school." He rambles, a hearty giggle escaping from your lips, "I'll teach you some time too, honey, promise." You nod in acceptance, and another kiss is planted on your forehead, one you happily accept, let his warmth overtake your skin, eyes glazy and lidded as you look up at him, sleep deprivation so apparent in your face that it tugs at Eddie's heartstrings, seeing you this miserable. And not being able to do anything about it. Yet.

Quickly retrieving the lighter from his back pocket, he places the rollie on his lips, letting the igniting flame heat it quickly, sizzling sound as he inhales a small huff before passing it onto you calming you further.

You suck on it with a hum, watching the way Eddie quickly turns on the ignition, windows rolled down, the same relaxing tape playing over and over again, volume dimmed, Good Feeling by Violet Femmes serves as a background drop, one of your favorite songs, and of course, Eddie knows it.

The velvety dark sky steals your attention as you once again suck on the fragrant joint gently cradled between your fingers. Letting it engulf and numb you, for your bloodshot eyes to have a reason other than being restless.

A gentle breeze whispers through the cranked windows, rustling your hair in front of your face, making you giggle lightly. Three puffs, and you are already feeling giddy, "not too strong is it?" he asks, glancing at you with the biggest grin on his face, amber hues watching you intently.

"Nuh-uh," you hum, and his hand tenderly droops down to your thighs, giving you three gentle squeezes as a form of comfort. At least, he intends it to be for comfort.

But all you can think about is how thick and warm his fingertips are, cladded rings bringing a coldness that makes you hiss, tummy doing a flip as your hazy mind craves more.

It is the last piece of the puzzle you need to finally fall into that deep slumber, Eddie making you cum on his long fingers, curling inside of you, rings slicked with your juices, it's all you can think about.

You whine at your thoughts, throat growing dry at them, not knowing if it is cotton mouth or how stunning Eddie looks while focused on the road.

The perfect side profile that you can't help but admire; chiseled jaw with the slightest stubble that you'd do anything to have it rubbing against your clit right about now, Adam's apple bobbing slightly the more he gulped, lips plushy and so soft that you wanted nothing more than to bite into them, have them suckling your neck.

Fuck, this could be it, couldn't it?

You were already a bit dizzy, giving you enough courage to ask him to, and if he rejected you, you could always just turn it into a joke, couldn't you?

You rasp a desperate breath when his hands squeeze your thigh again, prominent veins making you mewl. His head cocks towards you in worry at the sound, "you okay?"

You barely register his words, gaze too focused on the tempting hold he has on you, "hmm?"

He quirks a brow, a smirk playing on his lips when he realizes how hazed you are, "are you hungry or something, sweetheart?"

Yeah, you were. Hungry for him.

You shake your head slightly. "You sure?" He asks, more attentive, and you can feel your wetness pool around your thighs, slicking you.

"Mhmm," you reply, head turning to meet his gaze, and when he slightly tilts his head, his shaggy bangs fall onto his forehead, making you gulp physically, he looks beautiful.

"Do you want anything?"

If he was any more attentive, you were going to crawl into his lap and grind on his bulge that hugged the print of Garfield on his sweatpants, "Nope," you gulped, prying your eyes away from the outline of his huge cock forcefully.

"Need anything?"

"You." The words slipped past your lips without any interference from you, it's like your subconscious was doing all the talking you had been so afraid of.

The insomnia and weed becoming a dangerous combo.

He choked out a laugh, cheeks crimson red, spreading across his bone like crushed raspberries. "Hah, funny aren't ya?"

He avoided your gaze, yet your head snapped to meet his. "Eddie- I-I mean it."

"Sweetheart," he mumbled, a low groan awaiting in his throat.

Doe-eyed, melting, and pleading hues finally met his. "P-please, Eddie, need it so bad, need to cum, relax," you coaxed, hand placed on his, squeezing it back, causing a drawl of sigh out of him.

He can't bring himself to ease into your touch, his lips quivering at the thought of finding you soaking for him, "Honey, you're high," he tries to reason, voice squeaky pitch, he wants it, so goddamn bad, but he can't take advantage of you in any way.

You huff, disagreeingly. "Oh, c'mon, Eddie, I just took like three huffs, you know I'm not a lightweight!"

"Sweetheart, I know but it doesn't feel right-"

"But I'm begging you to!" Your pleading voice crushes him, cock stirring just at your squeaky tone, you're going to be the fucking death of him.

"Y-you have no idea how fucking stupid I feel for turning you down when all I want to-" He sighed. "I don't wanna do anything that you might regret."

You huff at that, does he not realize how desperately you want him? How badly you have wanted him all this time?

"Fuck, Eddie, just-" Fingertips graze his once you grab his rough hands, they are powerless in your hold, and you're quick to dip them down your pajamas, rubbing them against your cotton panties that are now entirely soaked with your juices. "Do you feel that?" Your voice is shaky, and low groans rumble in his chest, his focus on the road becoming dizzy.

It feels surreal, you begging for him, for his fingers, how wet your panties feel just because of him. His brain can't comprehend a thought, your name slipping past his lips like prayers.

He can't help but press his hand further against your panties, just to feel more of you, cock straining against his own cage of boxers, knuckles white from the harsh grip he has on the steering wheel.

And you can see the desperation in his eyes, spurring you more and more. "How fucking wet I am just because you squeezed my thigh? Do you think I'd regret anything when I'm this soaked for you?"

He can't help it, roaring the engine again before he abruptly comes to a stop on the side of the road, his mind too dizzy to comprehend anyfuckingthing. "Fucking christ, baby, I-"

You interrupt him again, head lulling to his side, giving him those desperate, lewd eyes again. "I've wanted this for so fucking long, Eddie, p-please, you said you'd help me sleep... relax, I'm more than okay with it."

You know he's on the verge of caving in, he wants this as much as you do. "Angel..." he mumbles, tone so pornographically lustful that you feel the need to show him how much you want him.

You shove his hands inside of your panties in frustration, and he groans lightly at it, fingertips run up and down your slit, never entering your hole, taking his time to fully feel how badly you want him.

He collects your wetness at the tip of his digits, smearing them over the hood of your clit, earning a shallow gasp from you, just enough to break him, "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, you're soaked," he grunts, eyes watching you hungrily.

"Mhmm, all for you," you hum, head thrown comfortably into the headrest, eyes lulling. He runs his fingertips over your sides, teasing, covering you in your juices, and all you can do is mewl for him.

A digit slips inside of you easily, making you moan so loud that Eddie's cock aches in the confinements of his sweats, admiring the way your mouth gapes at how good his fingers feel. "God, you're perfect like this, princess," he hums, fingertips circling around your clit, knowing exactly what to do to get you worked up.

It makes you whimper pathetically, turns out Eddie really does know you. So much so that all you want to do is cum on his thick fingers, have him take you home, make you bounce on his cock again and again.

He pushes another finger inside of you, watching the way your cunt takes his fingers all greedily. You're the one who's supposed to be high, yet he feels dizzy, so fucking dizzy that he can barely comprehend it.

This is all real, you just begged him to finger you, and now you're mewling on his fingers, pussy throbbing as he stretches you out slowly.

"That's it, baby," he encourages, listening to the sweet sounds of your whimpers, "doin' so good f'me," his praises drive you even crazier, and loud moans escape from your parted lips the more his thumb circles around your clit.

"So greedy, hmm?" He coos condescendingly, relishing in the pretty faces you make, his ring finger joining inside of your soppy cunt easily, "E-Eddie," you mumble, lost in him, fully.

His fingers pump in and out of you at a rough pace, getting you closer and closer to the edge, he can feel your cunt squeezing his ringed fingers desperately.

"You close, angel?" He grunts, and a sheen of heat creeps its way across your chest and up your throat at how good he is, all you can do is nod pathetically, too dizzy and too lost in his fingers to even speak.

You take your plump bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to stiffle your pathetic moans, but once he adds another finger, cold rings brushing against your clit, you can't help yourself.

"E-Eddie, fuck!" You moan, and he watches in awe, keeps his praises up, eager to see what you look like when you cum. He knows you'll be even prettier, screaming out his name, soaking his fingers in your pretty juices.

Your chest heaves with how much you're feeling him, stuffed full of his fingers, you can't even begin to imagine what his cock would feel like inside of you. Shit, maybe next time.

You pathetically rut your hips into his fingers, and he groans so filthily that your body feels frail, "That's it, baby," he praises. "Use me, honey, use my fingers to get yourself off."

Your face contorts with the sweetest pain and pleasure, his fingers plunged deep inside of you, padded thumb still continuing it's circles. Once his fingers curl inside of you, you know you’re a fucking goner.

Each of his movements, his touch, ignites a fire within you that is heightened by the weed, you are so desperate to cum that you don't even realize how pathetically you've been soaking his fingers, so wet and Eddie relishes in it.

"Oh, f-fuck, I'm gonna cum!" You moan out once you feel that dizzying pleasure bubbling in your chest, he can feel your pussy flutter around his thick fingers, making his chest swell with pride. "Mhmm, just like that, darlin', cum on my fingers."

It's all the confirmation you need before you cry out his name again, back arching as pleasure explodes inside of your stomach, vision growing white and dizzy. Your fucked out face, pathetic moans, and your gaping mouth making Eddie's cock strain tighter and tighter, as if that’s even possible.

His fingers don't leave your soppy cunt until he makes sure you ride your orgasm out, relishing in the pretty expressions your face contorts to as you fall apart for him.

Bringing a stupid wide grin to his face that has you feeling giddier. The weight of what the two of you did doesn't dawn yet, you're too tired, too fucked out to care, and all Eddie can think about is going back to the trailer and rubbing one out while thinking about the pretty sounds you made, the pretty shapes your face took as you came on his fingers. His.

He'll think about how pretty your eyes look rolled all the way back inside of your head when he's slamming into you, cock stuffed inside of you, parted lips repeating his name like a fucking prayer. Your tight cunt fluttered around his cock, milking him dry.

With a groan, he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking clean the remains of you, pathetically groaning at how sweet you taste. You watch him with lulled eyes, breath growing heavier, and if you weren’t about to pass out, you’d beg him for more, have his hard cock stuffed inside of you.

“Tastes so goddamn sweet,” he grunts, licking any taste of you left off his lips, your sweet juices engrained in his tastebuds.

You blink quickly to process all of it, mind numbed out. Fuck, he’s making this so goddamn hard for you.

“E—Eddie,” you say breathlessly, chest heaving as a shy smile appears on your lips, mind hazy as you try to form words. "T-that was amazing, shit."

"Yeah?" He beams, the praise is all he needs. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Your eyes glimmered at his words, air between the two of you was charged with a sweet tension. Breaths almost synchronized with the way both of your chests rose and fell on the rhythm of what just fucking happened. And all the feelings that led up to it.

You wanted to talk about it, take this further, maybe even continue back home.

But sleep began to settle inside of you, eyelids betrayed your pent-up feelings for him, already drooping in surrender.

And of course, Eddie knew by the sheepish smile you gave him, you were almost on the brink of sleep, and it was more important than his stupid feelings because the two of you had all the time in the world to talk about... whatever this was, tomorrow.

But if you lost your sleepy state, he knew you'd never get it back, “You sleepy yet?" He asked, thoughtful, caring gaze watching you intently, making you nod.

"Mhmm," you hummed, "But, Eddie..."

"Yeah?" He prompted, eager to soak up each and every one of your words.

"I don't want this to be a one time thing," you admitted, shyly, your heart leaping out of your chest in excitement.

"Thank fucking God." Slipped past his lips unintentionally, causing a hearty giggle to bubble up within you, easing away all of your worries.

Pools of warmth swam in his gaze, fully melting into you. "Me neither, sweetheart," he whispered, starting the car again, engine humming to life.

He met you with a saccharine smile. "But we have all the time to talk about that tomorrow, promise."

It hung in the air, the promise, almost like a warm hug engulfing you. All the confirmation you need.

"You just go to sleep, now, honey, I'll carry you inside," he urged, pressing a light kiss onto your forehead.

"T-thank you," you hummed, resting your head comfortably, deep slumber not taking long to find you while he watched intently, mind still running with thoughts of you.

Both of you had no clue what would happen with this; yet, you were now sure that this wouldn't remain as a one-time thing.

After all, you had a hard time sleeping almost every night, thankfully, you would now have Eddie to fix that.

[tinylittlebab]

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[freaksun]

eddie doesnt let anyone touch his hair. ever.

it reminds him of his late mother, who had the same gorgeous untamed curls. She used to comb his hair when he was little, being ever so gentle and taking her time brushing out the knots.

his father made him feel less-than for just about everything about him, including his gorgeous mane. Called him awful names and always told him to ‘cut that fairy shit’ when it grew too long.

so, ever since she passed, and his father went to jail, hes been growing it.

unfortunately, she never taught him how to take care of it, she’d always just do it herself. So, he doesnt put product in it, he doesnt cut it, he doesnt even brush it. And, stubborn as his mama, he doesnt let anyone else touch it either.

then you come along, happy and sweet, always loving to everyone. he falls in love with you so fast he hardly even notices. you certainly dont either.

one hot summer day you’re both in his room, you on his bed, him pacing, frantically explaining some sort of nerdy campaign idea. you dont know, you havent been listening for a while, too distracted by the way he keeps wiping sweat from the back of his neck. you cut him off rudely, he doesnt mind

“hey eddie?”

“sweetheart?”

“whens the last time you got a haircut?”

he freezes, silent, which is very out of character, dude never shuts up.

“uhh. like a few years ago. why?”

its your turn to be quiet, suddenly all coy. he finds you absolutely adorable as you stare at his floor, trying to find a way to ask him without startling him. as if he were some wild animal, which, he basically is.

“just.. immm noticinggg its kinda matted in the back…”

you try to sound the least accusing as you can. he doesnt seem offended but you can tell hes thinking.

“well, yeah, i. i guess i just havent touched it since. well my mom used to do it for me”

you feel like an ass, touching on something you shouldnt have, making him all quiet and sad. you backtrack.

“jesus, eddie, im sorry i didnt mean to-“

“its okay angel, i know”

he sits next to you. you give him a nervous smile, still sweet, hesitantly reaching for his curls. you can tell he’s hesitant too, but he nods, granting you permission. you take a single strand between your fingers, twirling it.

“Its so pretty, eds. ..would you let me? take care of it, i mean?”

hes scared. but youre so sweet and youre asking so nicely. a part of him is scared if he lets you, he loses another part of his mom. but the other part is staring into your eyes and seeing nothing but genuine affection.

“i.. i guess you could.. try.”

his heart pounds in his chest. You absolutely beam, thanking him immediately and bouncing around the room, looking for a brush. he laughs, shaking his head. you watch as he rummages through his closet, before handing you a light pink brush. you think about teasing him for it but he already looks vulnerable. you smile sweetly instead, taking it from him.

“sit” you point with the brush. he does as you say, running his hands up and down his thighs in a self soothing motion.

“its okay eds, you dont have to be nervous.. ill be gentle i promise” he gives you an unconvincing smile. you return with a guilty one, downturned. you kneel in front of him, in between his knees, brushing his bangs with your fingers.

“we can stop whenever you want, okay?” his cheeks are bright red as he nods timidly

you move to sit behind him, and run your hands through his curls gently, admiring it. you take a part, hold it at the root, and brush gently.

“that feel okay? tell me if it hurts” ever so sweet.

“mm-hm” you can feel his nervousness. “you- you remind me of her, y’know”

youre pretty taken aback, but honoured nonetheless. you keep brushing through the mattes in his hair as you talk.

“Yeah? Wanna tell be about her?” youre not sure if its the right thing to say, but you figure he probably hasnt talked about her in a long time. you can practically feel his energy shift.

“she was sweet. loving and kind to everyone, like you.” you both smile. “and she was pretty. beautiful. i really miss her.” you stop, rub his back a little.

“i can only imagine.. im sorry eddie.” he turns to face you, smiling.

“s’alright sweetheart. thanks for letting me talk about her” he hugs you. you hug him back, tight.

“hows the ole hair going?” He asks when he pulls back, a joking tone to lighten the mood.

“good!!! ive gotten the mattes outta this chunk here, it looks good. your hair is really beautiful, eds” youre ecstatic and it travels to him.

“thank you. my mom had the same hair.” he smiles, turning back around to let you continue.

“i bet she was really gorgeous.” youre extra-extra gentle. He keeps talking and you keep working. He tells you about how she smelled, the softness of her voice, his favourite memories with her. he tells you about the last time he saw her. he tells you all the things hes been holding inside, everything he never got to tell anyone, never trusted anyone enough. and when hes done, his hair is untangled and soft.

you smile proudly, running your hands through his hair, marveling at your work.

“its done” he whips around, looking at you with wide excited eyes

“really??” you nod, smiling wide. he runs over to the bathroom to see for himself. You stand behind him, peeking over his shoulder in the mirror. Hes surprised, looks like he might even cry. you wrap your arms around him, leaning your head against his arm.

“do you like it? Its a little poofy, but you can wash it out and it’ll look be-“ he cuts you off by turning around and hugging you. he hugs you tight, lifting you up.

“thank you.” you can tell he really means it.

[petersbaby]

(Can’t) Sleep - Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings: vague mentions of abuse/trouble at home, oral (f receiving), fingering, smut, cum

I DONT KNOW IF IT SNOWS IN INDIANA LOL

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“Hey, eds. Can you come get me? You said to call you if I ever need you and I need you now.” You say shakily into the phone after he picks up.

“Oh, yeah. Of course. Give me a few and I’ll be right there.”

“K. Thank you.”

Eddie jumps up from the couch right away, rushing to action. He tries to put on his shoes so fast that he falls over and heads out to his van.

You felt bad, borderline awful, because it was snowing and already starting to get dark out but you had to leave and he was the first thing to come to mind when you wanted safety. The fact he didn’t even think for a second before saying “of course” sort of melted your heart, but you still felt guilty.

Either way, you go to your room, and change into some warm clothes and pack your backpack with a few things you’d need like medication and makeup and an outfit to sleep in. You were gonna sleep over, but he just had no idea yet because you hadn’t asked him. You were extremely confident, however, in the probability he’ll say yes.

You stand in your living room, looking out the window for headlights on your dim street. Soon enough you see them, not the brightest but just enough for him to see to drive.

You made him drive in the freezing cold and the dark in his piece of shit van that barely made its way around every day, but he’s not thinking about it that way. You wanted him. You needed him. And to feel that from someone was something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

You trudge outside, walking up to open the passenger side door and toss your bag in the floor next to your feet on the floorboard after you get in.

“You okay?” He asks, concerned, dark eyes still somehow shimmering.

“I’ll be okay. Thank you, again. I know this probably isn’t what you wanted to do with your Saturday night.”

“Yeah, you actually caused me to miss the red carpet event and then the fashion show I was going to. I was actually gonna star IN the fashion show. But yeah, you just had to go and crush my dreams.”

“Shut up.” You smile, and you ride the rest of the way back to his house in comfortable silence. You pull into his driveway and he turns off the car, unbuckling as you do the same.

“Here.” He takes your backpack and slings it over his shoulder to carry it in for you and you meekly follow behind him to the front door.

“So like I was saying, I’m actually quite famous. The mansion I usually live in is being cleaned so we’re gonna have to tough it out here. Deplorable living conditions, if you ask me.” He gestures his arms wide at the general area around him.

“Well even if it has to be in this sad little home, I’m honored that you took time out of your schedule to hang out with me.” You say sarcastically, matching his energy.

“You wanna smoke?” He offers, trying to make you feel at home the best way he knows how.

“I’m okay, that shit makes me paranoid.”

“Ah, gotcha. Well, what do you wanna do?”

“You got any movies?”

He looks at you as if you just asked the most stupid question anyones ever asked.

“Do I have any movies? Come on. Of course I have movies.”

He walks towards his bedroom and you assume he wants you to follow him, so you do, and you’re met with what is undoubtedly very much a teenage boy’s room.

“Sorry, just don’t look at all the shit. There’s a ton of shit in the floor but the bed is fine.”

You nod and start to go towards the bed.

“Well-wait…” he stops you, seeming to think for a minute. “Nah, yeah the bed should be fine.” He tells you as he collects a pile of tapes in his arms. He comes to you, dropping them all on the bed beside you where you sat perched on the edge.

“Wow. You really did have movies.”

“What did I say?”

The sarcasm, again. Charming, very sweet in a way.

“I’m assuming you want me to pick one…. Here.” You pick up and hand him the copy of Texas Chainsaw Massacre and he seems impressed by your choice.

“Huh. Wasn’t expecting that one. You look more like a rom-com typa girl.”

You tilt your head in confusion.

“No, not in a mean way. This is perfect.” He clarifies. He goes to put all the other tapes back onto the shitty table holding up his TV and you start to unlace your sneakers and kick them off. You slip your jacket off your shoulders, feeling so much lighter immediately.

“Yeah, get comfy. It’s okay. I won’t bite ya.” He glances back at you and you smile to yourself. You crawl over to the side of the bed that’s against the wall and sit there, legs crisscrossed.

“Alright.” He announces as the movie is in and he starts to do the same, kicking off his boots and shedding his vest and leather jacket.

“You can uh… you can get under the covers if you want to. All yours.”

There was a slight awkwardness there, you never having been in his room like this before. It was oddly comfortable, kinda like home, but also new and unfamiliar. You break the silence.

“But for real, you actually didn’t have any plans? Anything I messed up?”

“No. You wanna know my plans? They’re pretty much the same every weekend. I lay here, smoke weed, watch movies.”

“Oh. I guess that’s nice.”

“What about you, what’s going on with you? Something happen?”

“Yeah, just uh… just my dad. It’s nothing new, but tonight I just couldn’t really handle it. I had this overwhelming need to get out of there, I felt like I was suffocating on all the bitterness and anger in the air of the house.”

“Damn.”

You giggle a little.

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to just say that.” He starts to ramble, desperately trying to defend himself and clarify that he didn’t mean to sound rude.

“It’s okay. What can I possibly expect you to say? It’s fine.” You shrug.

“Yeah, I just feel like that was a little insensitive on my part. I don’t have any advice, because I don’t even fuckin’ have a dad. They suck.”

“Yep. Pretty much.”

You sit together for a moment, watching the title screen play out,

“Thank you for being there, eds. Thank you for being here, I mean.” You say softly, head falling to the side to rest on his shoulder, a gesture he felt with great warmth.

“It’s no problem. I told you I would be, didn’t I? From the first time we met. It means a lot to me too, because it makes me feel like you’re starting to trust me.”

“I trust you, stupid. I already trust you.” You joke, but meaning the general message.

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

He places a hand to rest on your knee, the one closest to him and mindlessly runs his thumb in gentle circles. Your head stays where it’s at, finding comfort on him. You stay like this for a while, until about halfway through the movie.

“Do you wanna lay down? No, that sounds weird. I mean, just lay down and you can keep resting your head on my shoulder. Seems like you like that. And that sounded cocky. I’m digging myself into a hole right now.” He rambles.

“Yes, we can lay down.” You say calmly, trying to give off the vibe that he doesn’t need to be so nervous around you. You do, you on your side and him on his back and arm out as you slip between his arm and his body, effectively giving him the opportunity to wrap his arm around you. He does, and you snuggle into his shoulder, closing your eyes before you know it.

-

“Hey. Eds.” You whisper, having awaken in pitch black and silence except for the bugs outside and the hum of fluorescent lighting from the streetlights.

“Hey.” You repeat, shaking him a bit this time. He looked so sweet, so soft, fast asleep. You felt bad about waking him but you needed to.

“Hmm?” He stirs, eyes squinting as they open up slowly.

“It’s too dark in here. And too quiet. I’m scared.”

“Oh, you’re afraid of the dark. Shit, sorry.” His voice is groggy with sleep and he rolls over to flip on his lamp on the bedside table.

“And can you put in another movie? I don’t care which one.”

“Course.” He gets up out of the bed, walking over to the tv and you realize you both fell asleep in your daytime clothes and on top of the covers. You lift the blanket up just in time for him to crawl under it right next to you.

“Better?”

“Yes, thank you. I’m sorry, you can go back to sleep now.”

“Are you gonna go back to sleep to?”

“No, probably not right now, anyways.”

“Then I won’t either.”

“Okay.” You whisper like you’re at a slumber party and your friend’s mom told you guys to be quiet, but it’s just the two of you. He points this out and that’s when you realize.

“So sweet. Little whispers.” He muses, pretty smile on his face.

“Be quiet.” You say softly, smiling, only a bit louder than a whisper.

It was crazy, insane, almost incomprehensible how fast it happened. The moment the words finished falling from your mouth, your lips were on his or maybe his were on yours, you didn’t even really know who went for it but that didn’t matter as sparks lit up your whole body.

You swear with how intense the fireworks are that you’re glowing from the inside out. Like if he looked at you, he could see all the mini explosions going off in your heart and all around your stomach, and before you know it you’re whimpering with need. Once he hears this, he disconnects your lips.

“Hey, you know what you’re doing, right?”

“Wha-what do you mean?” You ask, confusedly.

“Like you really meant to kiss me.”

So it was you.

“Like, just making sure you’re not like half asleep and not thinking straight. Or maybe you’re just scared and that’s why, but either way we probably shouldn’t if you don’t mean it.”

“Yes, I meant to. And I really want to again. Unless you don’t-“

Your sentence cuts off when he closes the distance between you two again. It becomes fairly intense, a little bit messy as his tongue slides across your lips and you part them, allowing him into your mouth.

You make out with each other as if you’ve done it a million times before, like your lips and tongues are already very familiar with each other even though this is the first time they’ve met.

Both laying on your sides, facing each other, you bring your hand to cup his face and pull it impossibly closer to yours, hand then snaking around to the back of his neck where you reached up to run your fingers roughly through his hair at the back of his scalp.

“Fuck,” he breathes, grabbing your hips and pulling your body so much closer to his that they’re pressing against each other and you feel something hard brushing against your thigh when he does this. He starts to wander, but stops.

He tries silently to think of a nice way to say “can I touch your ass” but evidently comes up short.

“Keep going.” You assure him.

His hands move the rest of the way down to your ass where he kneads over and over, taking handfuls, squeezing, pushing. Pushing and pushing until he’s basically grinding your body against his.

“Take these off, please.” You pull away to say, reaching down to feel the way his cock was incredibly hard and straining against his jeans. You take it in your hand and squeeze his bulge gently but also firm.

“Jesus fuck. Ah- okay.” He’s taken aback for a moment but nods, taking his pants off and leaving him in his boxers and loose fitting band tee. You slip your hand underneath his shirt, running it up and down his warm abdomen as you feel the muscles freeze and twitch, you guess maybe it’s because it tickles, so you stop.

Instead, you attach your lips to his neck, licking the slightly salty skin there before sucking on it, biting down with teeth, which caused a groan from him, one you swear must’ve been brewing in there for a while because it was so loud and so lewd.

The way he moans just encourages you, continuing on to bite and suck marks into his skin and then kitten licking over them to soothe the sting.

“God, I know this might be rude, but I can’t take it anymore. I’m gonna cum in my pants if you keep doing this to me.”

“So then don’t.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t take it. Do something about it.” You whisper.

“Jesus Christ, are you sure?” His voice is raspy.

“I am.”

“Take your pants off too, then, okay?”

You nod, pulling your pants down your legs and off your body.

“You’re right. The dark sucks. Because then I can’t see you.” He comments, eyeing you up and down, especially focusing on your bare legs and feet.

“Stop it.” You say, blushing, shutting him up with a kiss. He couldn’t help being corny, and you couldn’t help the fact that it somehow worked on you.

He gets up and climbs onto you, slotting himself between your legs, which you part open for him. You feel his erection press up against your core, which makes you gasp.

It was incredibly hard and admittedly bigger than you could’ve ever previously imagine, almost to the point you were nervous. You told yourself that you can take it, though, that you will take it. He grabs the cotton fabric of your shirt and pulls it off of you, leaving you almost completely exposed, still in your bra and underwear.

“God, you’re perfect.”

“Am not.”

“Yes. You. Are.” He punctuates each word with a kiss, trailing down your chest. He places a kiss in the very center of it, between your breasts. Next, he goes to your ribs, then your stomach, then your lower stomach.

He ends up between your thighs, biting the insides of them softly and kissing his way towards your center. Before he gets there, he takes a moment to lean back a bit to appreciate the sight in front of him. He reaches to rub your pussy through the fabric, but since it was black, it was a surprise how wet you were.

“Jesus Christ.” He marvels at the feeling, pressing gentle circles over your clit. You squirm a bit, bucking up against his hand, and he pulls the soaked undergarments from off of your body.

He places a kiss on your clit first, gentle but enough to make you twitch. Then he starts to lap at you, tongue seeming to try to consume everything that was dripping from your hole. He was like a dog who needed water.

“God, Eddie, oh god.” You moan, eyes involuntarily shut.

He comes back up to lick at your clit and dips a finger into you simultaneously.

“Ohhh, fuck.” You continue babbling.

He quickly adds a second digit and bends them inside you, and you cum right on the spot. It was so sudden and took you by surprise, and you couldn’t silence the moan that came from you while you orgasmed, his fingers still working you and eyes watching you as you fall apart.

You lay and pant, breathing heavy, body weightless like a feather. Getting ready for more, silently preparing. He concludes that his job is done, and comes back up to your level to lay beside you. You seemed pretty tired.

“Wait, are you done?” You turn to look at him.

“I- yeah, I got you off.” He says.

“Indeed you did. But don’t you want more?”

“More…” he repeats blankly, far off in thought. Clueless.

“Do you want to have sex, Eddie. I asked you to take your pants off for a reason.”

“O-oh shit, really? Are you sure?”

“I am. Are you?”

“Yeah. Of fucking course.”

“Good. Take everything else off for me?”

He pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side, then shimmies out of his boxers. Once he’s done, you get on top of him. You stroke his cock a couple of times, just feeling the weight of it in your hand, and precum oozes from the tip. He needed you, now.

“Is this okay?” You want to make sure.

“Yes, fuck, yes.” He stammers, and you smile. You position his cock right below your entrance, and slowly sink down onto him. He groans, quite audibly, and you relish in the feeling.

He was stretching you, you can’t remember a time you’d felt so full in your life. The sting subsided once you sank all the way down and just sat on it for a moment, then you started to move.

With your hands on his bare chest, you ride him gently to begin with. You grind forwards and backwards, just getting a feel for how well he fits inside you, accidentally finding that special spot in the process and stimulating it.

“Oh my god, Eddie. Ohhh my god.” You whimper, continuing with your movements.

“So tight, shit, she’s fuckin’ squeezing me.” He groans beneath you.

He grabs your ass, squeezing so hard his fingernails dig into the plush fat of it. He starts to guide the way you ride him, setting a quicker pace. He must be close. You decide to lean down and let him take over. He pounds up into you from below and you choke on your moans, a new one coming out each time he hits the deepest part of you.

“Fuck, fuck me. Fuck me, eds.” You whimper into his ear and he moans, goosebumps crawling across his body. He continues even though he never stopped.

“Okay, ‘m gonna cum.” He eventually forces the words out while he thrusts into you quick, gradually becoming sloppy. You feel his cock twitch inside you and an overwhelming warmth immediately after.

He rides it out, fucking his cum back up into you for as long as he can before he’s overstimulated, and you get off of him when he stops. You immediately regret doing so, grabbing your pussy and keeping your hand over it. You didn’t want to leak cum all over the place you were about to sleep.

“Can you get a towel maybe?”

“Oh, shit, yeah one sec.” He jumps out of bed and grabs the nearest towel he could find, thankfully clean but not for long. He returned to give it to you and you placed it beneath your body and relaxed. It was a lot, evidently, it seemed to pour and pour until it finally stopped. It felt a little gross, but also nice.

Eventually, you threw the towel to the floor (his room was already messy anyways), and changed into the outfit you had brought but fell asleep before you could put it on. He did the same, getting dressed, but left his shirt off. The room was warm, even more so now after everything, so it was fine for him to do.

He lifts his arms and you crawl into them, resting your head on his chest. He fell asleep soon after, snoring slightly, which made you smile. It was just a little one, barely noticeable, but you noticed because you were right up against him. You closed your eyes and at some point you drifted away.

[munson-blurbs]

Thoughts on how eddie would react to the reader (his girlfriend) buying new underwear/lingerie and showing it off to him whike she changes into comfy clothes for the evening? Bc my boyfriend apparently didn't even look long enough to differentiate between two very clearly very different pairs and I need Eddie to have a better reaction🥲

Combining this with a req from @kellysimagines:

How about reader and Eddie dont wanna go out to celebrate their 3 year anniversary so they spend it at his trailer and the reader suprises Eddie only wearing thigh high leather boots and only that and Eddie is surprised and they have sex?

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), sub!Eddie, dom!Reader, c*m eating, thigh riding, praise

WC: 1.3k

A/N: The model in the picture is just there to provide a visual of the boots, and does not necessarily represent how Reader looks. Eddie would worship any of your bodies 💚 also, shoutout to @big-ope-vibes for convincing me to post this tonight in an attempt to defeat the Sunday scaries and to @pastel-pillows for helping me write sub!Eddie.

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“Hey, babe, I’m home!” Eddie’s voice calls out. His nose is pink from the chill in the air. Indiana winters are brutal, and this one is no exception. “And I brought Chinese for dinner!”

“I’m in the bedroom,” you call back. “Got you a little surprise.”

Eddie’s brows pinch together in confusion. “I thought we said no gifts,” he whines, placing the bag of takeout on a snack table. It’s your third anniversary, and you’re trying to save up for a house. The trailer Eddie bought from his uncle Wayne after the older man moved to Florida was cozy, but it wasn’t where you wanted to grow old together.

You giggle mischievously, further piquing his interest. “Just come over here, handsome!” You hear him stomp through the living room; he isn’t angry, just walks with a heavy foot. It makes it nearly impossible for him to sneak up on you, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder to say, “guess who?”

“Baby, you’re making me look bad–holy fuckin’ shit.” Eddie’s jaw basically hits the floor as he takes in the sight of you before him. You’re kneeling on the bed, wearing nothing but a sheer pink bra, a tiny matching g-string, and black thigh-high boots. “When did you–how did you–can I just touch you? Please?”

It seems bizarre, Eddie asking you for permission. He’s usually the dominant one, making you beg for an iota of pleasure. You’re taken aback for a moment before replying, “of course.”

His hands immediately fall to the swell of your breasts, thumbs easily finding your nipples through the gauzy material. “Don’t even know where to start,” he mumbles. He looks up at you with wide eyes. “Tell me what to do, Sweetheart. Please. I’ll do anything you say.” 

“Touch me, Eds. Need…need you to touch me.”

“Tell me where, baby,” he begs. “You’re in charge tonight. Want you to use me.”

The idea of bossing Eddie around is so foreign to you, and it takes you a beat before you can figure out exactly what you want. Your whole body buzzes with need. “Let me ride your thigh,” you murmur, “and while I do that, you’re gonna suck on my tits.”

Eddie nods, lifting you onto the bed and placing you on his lap. He starts to unhook your bra, but you shove his hands away.

“Did I say you could do that?” you snap, feeling more confident in your dominance.

Eddie gives you a confused look. “N-No,” he stammers, “but you said–”

“I said to suck on my tits. You can get me fully naked once you make me come. Got it?” When he just nods again, you tilt his chin upwards towards you. “Good boys use their words, Eddie.”

“S-Sorry.”

You sigh impatiently. “Don’t apologize; just tell me you understand.”

“Yes, ma’am. I understand. I won't get you naked until you come.” He swallows thickly, leaning in and bringing his lips to your clothed nipples. One hand rests on the middle of your back, but he stops before using the other one to cup your ass. “Can I please touch your ass?”

You kiss him, biting his lower lip as you pull back. “Since you asked so nicely.” He whimpers lightly, grabbing the soft flesh in his strong palms. For a brief moment, he looks like he wants to spank you–which he typically does–but quickly remembers his new role. His mouth returns to your tits, lapping and sucking on them hungrily. You wrap your arms over his shoulders, grinding down on his upper leg. ‘Keep your hands right here; that’s my good boy. Don’t let them move or I might not let you come.” 

“Won’t move,” he promises meekly, “take whatever you need. ‘M your fucktoy to use.”

You suck a harsh bruise into the nape of his neck, licking over it once you finish. “And what a sweet little fucktoy you are, hm? All mine, and ‘m gonna make sure everyone knows it.” You tug his shirt above his head and leave a trail of hickeys across his chest. Already started to feel pent up and overstimulated, Eddie instinctively begins bouncing his leg up and down. “Stay still,” you order him, ‘hold me and stay fucking still. Fucktoys don’t move.”

“Could I, um…could I kiss your neck?” Eddie asks, and you can’t help but note the slight whine in his tone. “Please, baby? ‘S my favorite spot…” He pouts as you shake your head.

“Tell you what,” you reason, still grinding your needy cunt on his thigh. You’re so wet that it’s leaving a damp patch on the denim, turning both of you on even more. “If you let me come, I’ll let you kiss my neck.” The friction is driving you wild, and you dig your fingernails into his bare back. “Fuck, Eddie. ‘S like your body was made to get me off.” 

You watch as his hand instinctively snakes down towards his erection, palming at it pathetically. A tiny whine escapes his lips as you pull it away and push him back onto the bed. “Trying to cheat the system?” you taunt him, rummaging through the dresser drawer until you find what you’re looking for. “Sit over there,” you motion towards the chair tucked under your vanity, “and put your hands behind you.” Eddie does as he’s told, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. The shiny silver handcuffs glint as you snap them around his wrists. “This is what happens when you can’t follow directions.”

“‘M sorry, ma’am,” he gulps, but you’ve already devised a new way to torture him. Slipping off your panties and unclasping your bra, you let both fall to the floor. You’re left only in the thigh-high boots. “Wan’ touch,” he mumbles, knowing that the effort is fruitless. Instead, he watches as you get down on your knees, pulling at his belt buckle and unfastening his button and fly. When you take his cock out of his boxers, he lets out an audible sigh of relief. He thinks I’m gonna blow him, you realize, a suspicion that’s only confirmed when he says, “Yes, baby, please.”

You tut disapprovingly as you make your way back to the drawer, purposely bending over a bit more than is necessary to give him a better view of your ass. Grinning, you slide a cockring down his shaft and press the tiny plastic power button. Eddie yelps out as the toy begins vibrating around the base of his length.

“Now,” you say, bringing yourself back to your position on his thigh, “I’m gonna get myself off, and you’re not gonna come until I tell you to.” He’s too overstimulated to respond, so you take his face in your hand and turn it so he’s looking into your eyes. “I said, good boys use their words.”

“Okay, yes, shit, I w-won’t come.”

You rub your clit against his naked thigh, faster until you feel your orgasm about to hit. His upper leg is covered in your slick, and you throw back your head in utter pleasure as you finish. “Such a good fucktoy, letting me come all over him. You’re so fucking good to me, Eddie.”

The praise combined with the vibrations and your own orgasm is too much for him to handle, and he groans out a loud string of curses. Thick, hot ropes of cum trickle down his cock, pooling in the thatch of curls at the base. “Shit, ‘m so sorry–I didn’t mean to–”

But you just kiss him, roughly and deeply, effectively shutting him up. “That was really hot,” you murmur into his ear, before dropping to your knees again. This time, you use your tongue to clean him up, swallowing every last drop. “And delicious.”

Eddie writhes against the chair, and you let him out of the restraints. “Baby, any time you wanna be in charge, just…just fuckin’ do it, holy shit.” He pauses before adding, “and wear those boots, too.”

“Okay,” you say, shooting him a salacious grin, “how does ten minutes sound?”

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[waratah-moon]

happy birthday week!!!

could i request ‘dont kink shame me’ with eddie?

This screams cheerleader!reader to me. Early in their relationship... sweet girl is so innocent and Eddie's having such a hard time not corrupting her 🥺 thank you my love! 🎂 bday prompts list 🎂 masterlist / send me a message Warning: SMUT (guided hand job, oral m receiving, inexperienced reader)

It only took the slightest movement for Eddie' to gasp, a soft groan slipping past his lips. "Need you to stay still, baby girl."

"Why? I'm just getting comfy." You were sitting on his lap, watching him roll some joints in preparation for the big party happening at Michael Wright's tomorrow night. Eddie was nothing if not a business man.

"Because when you move, things happen."

"What do you-oh," you realised what he was alluding to, a small smile breaking the corners of your mouth. "Is that all it takes? Really?"

"Sweetheart I get hard if you look at me a certain way. Doesn't take much when I'm around you. Especially in those thigh highs."

"My socks are turning you on?"

"Don't kink shame me."

You let out an airy laugh, hopping off his lap and stretching your arms above head. Eddie bit his lip, eyeing the sliver of skin exposed by your lifted blouse, the backs of your thighs barely covered by your ridiculously short skirt. You turned to see him watching you, and you smiled, moving back to straddle him so you could see his face.

"Hi," you pressed a chaste kiss to either corner of his mouth before finally bumping your nose against his. When you moved, you could feel an unmistakable growing hardness beneath you.

You hadn't done much with Eddie, your relationship was less than two months old. Eddie always treated you like a delicate glass ornament that would break if he gripped you too hard. He knew that your previous experiences with exes weren't positive, so he was doing his absolute best to make sure you always felt safe. You'd only gotten up the courage to ask him to touch you beneath your clothes last week, and in that moment he focused solely on you and making you feel good. And god, you'd felt great. You'd been meaning to return the favour, but hadn't had the chance. And you weren't exactly sure how to anyway.

"Baby," he groaned when you pushed down, focusing your weight onto his lap. "What's gotten in to you?"

"Eds, I've been thinking. Last week, when you, you know," you drifted off hoping he'd catch your meaning so you wouldn't have to spell it out. He nodded, egging you to go on. "I wanna say thank you, properly. But I don't really know how."

"Baby girl, you don't have to-"

"I want to, Eds. I really want to," your hands slipped from his shoulders landing firm against his chest. "Can you show me?"

"Fuck, sweetheart. Are you sure?" You nodded, and he let out a breath, pressing his mouth against yours and prying your lips open with his. He pulled you down flush against his lap, and you instinctively rocked your hips. "Just like that baby girl. God, you're getting me so hard."

You whimpered. His crotch was grinding against you in such a way that it made your thighs clench. "Hop off and sit next to me." You did as he said and he quickly undid his zipper, pulling his jeans and boxers down and letting them fall to his ankles.

Eddie's cock stood to attention, the tip red and leaking, pressing against his stomach. Your mouth instantly watered at the sight and you reached out to touch it. His skin was taut along the shaft, but felt velvety soft. There was a prominent vein along the underside, and his breath hitched when you traced it to the tip. When you reached the tip, the pad of your finger brushed over the slit, smearing fluid around the head and down the shaft. Your hand went to grasp him but he stopped you.

"Wait, baby, lick your hand first, get it nice and wet." You licked your hand, tasting salt on your palm, returning it to his shaft. "Don't grip it too tight. Move your hand up and down."

You followed his instructions and he let out a groan when you squeezed near the base. "Like that?"

"Ye-yeah, exactly like that. Go a little faster." You quickened the pace, a growing wetness between your legs when his breathing became unsteady. You leant forward and blew a stream of cool air against the tip. His voice cracked. "Shit, shit, Jesus H Christ."

"Not good?" You looked up at him to see his eyes hooded.

"No, that felt incredible, keep going," he pulled on your pony tail, scratching your scalp. You leant forward again, kitten licking the tip and earning a shuddered breath from Eddie. He tasted like earthy musk and salt. It wasn't entirely nice, but your love for him outweighed the unpleasant taste. The head of his cock fit nicely in your mouth, filling out your hollowed cheeks perfectly. "Holy hell baby girl, what are you doing?"

"Dunno, it just felt right. Is it okay?"

"Yep, yep, yep. If you keep licking I'm gonna-" he yelped when you swirled your tongue around the head. "Fuck, pull back, I'm going to cum."

You leant back, your hand resuming it's earlier pumping motion and your thumb tapping the slit. Eddie came with low moan, gravely and deep, spurting white liquid over your hand. You couldn't help the grin that spread over your face; proud that you'd gotten that reaction from him.

"Holy shit, baby. Fuck," he raked his hand through his hair, pushing back the curls. He leant forward and kissed you softly. "Are you okay?"

"More than okay," you smiled, kissing his nose.

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100+ songs that remind me of kiribaku/bakushima: the ship between eijiro kirishima + katsuki bakugo from my hero academia (anime)

best friend - rex orange county

sunflower - rex orange county

just a friend - jordi

pluto projector - rex orange county

i love you so - the walters

falling for ya - from the "teen beach movie" - grace phipps

line without a hook - ricky montgomery

mr. loverman - ricky montgomery

the only exception - paramore

devil town - cavetown

falling for u - peachy! & mxmtoon

best friend - laufey

let me down slowly - alec benjamin

anxiety - blackbear & FRND

training wheels - melanie martinez

like or like like - miniature tigers

would you be so kind - dodie

i like me better - lauv

nothing - bruno major

paper rings - taylor swift

puppy princess - hot freaks

i wanna be your boyfriend - hot freaks

let's fall in love for the night - FINNEAS

every summertime - NIKI

cloud 9 - beach bunny

wish you were gay - billie eilish

wish you were sober - conan gray

the king - conan gray

sports - beach bunny

say you won't let go - james arthur

fight or flight - conan gray

are you bored yet? - wallows & clairo

heather - conan gray

cruel summer - taylor swift

comfort crowd - conan gray

lemon boy - cavetown

apocalypse - cigarettes after sex

can i call you tonight? - dayglow

this is home - cavetown

everybody talks - neon trees

someone to you - BANNERS

i love you - billie eilish

this side of paradise - coyote theory

mystery of love - sufjan stevens

always forever - cults

silence - marshmello & khalid

safe & sound (taylor's version) - taylor swift, joy williams & john paul white

safe and sound - capital cities

sweet tooth - cavetown

astronomy - conan gray

me and my husband - mitski

my love mine all mine - mitski

as the world caves in - sarah cothran

strawberries & cigarettes - troye sivan

pierre - ryn weaver

eyes closed - ed sheeran

perfect - ed sheeran

photograph - ed sheeran

can't help falling in love - elvis presley

talk to me - cavetown

we fell in love in october - girl in red

hey there delilah - plain white t's

crush culture - conan gray

for him. - troye sivan & allday

make you mine - PUBLIC

loving is easy - rex orange county & benny sings

i hear a symphony - cody fry

daylight - taylor swift

wildest dreams (taylor's version) - taylor swift

juliet - cavetown

this is what falling in love feels like - JVKE

this is what heartbreak feels like - JVKE

what was i made for? - from "barbie" - billie eilish

reflections - the neighbourhood

oh no! - MARINA

cabo - ricky montgomery

partners in crime - set it off & ash costello

it took me by surprise - maria mena

seventeen - MARINA

this december - ricky montgomery

never ever getting rid of me - waitress original broadway cast

guys dont like me - it boys!

deja vu - olivia rodrigo

drivers license - olivia rodrigo

1 step forward, 3 steps back - olivia rodrigo

bad idea right? - olivia rodrigo

teenage dream - olivia rodrigo

meant to be yours - ryan mccartan, barrett wilbert weed & michelle duffy

verbatim - mother mother

lovers rock - TV girl

lover - taylor swift

freaks - surf curse

electric love - BØRNS

sure thing - miguel

ribs - lorde

sofia - clairo

boys will be bugs - cavetown

i wanna be your girlfriend - girl in red

people watching - conan gray

as the world caves in - matt maltese

two birds - regina spektor

i can't handle change - roar

cardigan - taylor swift

pretty boy - the neighbourhood

cigarette daydreams - cage the elephant

history hates lovers - oublaire

numb little bug - em beihold

where's my love - SYML

dark red - steve lacy

heart to heart - mac demarco

chamber of reflection - mac demarco

for the first time - mac demarco

my kind of woman - mac demarco

kids - current joys

christmas kids - roar

10 things i hate about you - leah kate

boyfriend - dove cameron

my blood - twenty one pilots

my blood - ellie goulding

drumming song - florence + the machine

you belong with me (taylor's version) - taylor swift

sparks fly (taylor's version) - taylor swift

enchanted (taylor's version) - taylor swift

i knew you were trouble (taylor's version) - taylor swift

all too well (10 minute version - taylor's version) - taylor swift

don't blame me - taylor swift

gorgeous - taylor swift

bags - clairo

open arms - SZA & travis scott

all i wanted - paramore

the great war - taylor swift

i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys

afterglow - taylor swift

you get me so high - the neighbourhood

runaway runaway - lullaby layla & keevin

the night we met - lord huron

watercolor eyes - from "euphoria" - lana del rey

late night talking - harry styles

shameless - camila cabello

those eyes - new west

here with me - d4vd

golden hour - JVKE

what a time - julia michaels & niall horan

we belong together - ritchie valens

can't take my eyes off you - frankie valli

i like you (a happier song) - post malone & doja cat

sweater weather - the neighbourhood

K. - cigarettes after sex

out of my league - fitz and the tantrums

until i found you - stephen sanchez & em beihold

loverboy - a-wall

set fire to the rain - adele

mrs magic - strawberry guy

je te laisserai des mots - patrick watson

rises the moon - liana flores

last dance - scratch massive & maud geffray

crush - cigarettes after sex

trust fund baby - why don't we

hooked - why don't we

jenny (i wanna ruin our friendship) - studio killers

not another song about love - hollywood ending

the red means i love you - madds buckley

i won't say (i'm in love) - disney cast from "hercules"

first love/late spring - mitski

love grows (where my rosemary goes) - edison lighthouse

stereo hearts - gym class heroes & adam levine

did i mention - cast from "descendants"

bad romance - lady gaga

sunsetz - cigarettes after sex

still into you - paramore

i kissed a boy - jupither

bang bang (new version) - K'NAAN & adam levine

dress - taylor swift

midnight rain - taylor swift

baby i'm yours - arctic monkeys

falling - chase atlantic

say yes to heaven - lana del rey

cry - cigarettes after sex

sweet - cigarettes after sex

my type - saint motel

they don't know about us - one direction

something just like this - the chainsmokers & coldplay

no one compares to you - jack & jack

yellow hearts - ant saunders

if we have each other - alec benjamin

hey stupid, i love you - JP saxe

if i saw him, i'd still kiss him - mccafferty

i love you like an alcoholic - the taxpayers

i am falling for you - loving caliber

dream boy - waterparks

disaster - conan gray

@ my worst - blackbear

golden - harry styles

start a riot - BANNERS

i love you - woodkid

maniac - conan gray

there is more in the spotify playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/08jACx5UDxnojbTv4I5NR0

if you have any other recommendations for songs please let me know and they will go straight into the playlist. also, please don't be disrespectful and this is a reminder that these are my opinions, i hope that you enjoy the playlist!! ❤️🧡💋

[ibeblizzard10]

ughhh I ate so much yesterday I gained like 2 lbs I’m not joking 💀😭😭😭 I actually wanna die. And wtf is up w me never losing weight overnight?? I’m not eating at night and even if I drink or don’t drink water before bed it stays the same as it was the night before 🥲I would think it’s cuz I puke but then how I’ll randomly lose weight overnight every once and a while when I dont change how I feel eat or anything??? Like I used to lose weight overnight even if I weighed less than what I had weighed that morning so wtf is up w that it makes no sense and I’m so fucking sick of this. Not my ed. But that just when I think I’m going to lose or at least maintain, I gain out of nowhere and I’m so fucking tired cuz I wake up and I can’t fall back asleep and all I wanna do is sleep I don’t wanna eat or think or breathe just sleep so at least let me lose weight for fucks sake. I’m just so fucking tired

Sorry for the rant

[mantidbasil]

I have been thinking nonstop about how tf2 mercs and markiplier egos would interact now 😭

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Heavy, squinting down at Dr. Iplier: tiny.... tiny little doctor...? (mark is only taller than engie, maybe the same height as pyro)

------- Medic: Hey if you want I could heal your ey- The Host: NO. Medic: :( why not The Host: It's complicated Medic: Please don't tell me your eye sockets are haunted too... ------- Google: (minding his own buisiness) Engineer, visibly twitching: Hey there. (slowly pulls out screwdriver. casually approaches). Mind if I ask how you were made? ------- Spy has no interest in interacting with anyone until he finds Dark sitting in a corner drinking wine. He sits down next to them, pours himself a glass, and they just silently exchange looks. -------

PYRO AND WILFORD PYRO AND WILFORD OMG Pyro: (drawing rainbows) Wilford: Ha ha! I'm wearing rainbow suspenders!

Pyro: (burning down buildings, setting people on fire) Wilford: This is fine because death isn't real! (shoots someone)

Pyro: Mmph Mmph! Wilford: Unfortunately your subtitles haven't been translated, so ol' Warfstache here doesn't know what you're saying :(

------- Bing and Scout do skateboard tricks together. Both of them attempt a very simple trick and fail it, falling down and scraping their knees. Both insist they are the better skater, the world's best skater even.

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Heist Mark pulls out his bombs and his 16th Century flintlock pistol likely used by pirates for boarding actionsTM and Demoman is mildly interested. Heist Mark then proves that he has strangely extensive knowledge about medieval weaponry and Demo is much more interested. Demo pulls out Eyelander and Captain Magnum joins their little group where they all start talking about weapons and bombs.

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Engineer: (disappointed after having failed to get permission to take Google apart and put him back together) Head Engineer Mark: Hi there! I heard you're an engineer? I'm an engineer! Engineer: Do you. Build guns. Or robot arms. Head Engineer Mark: I mean I have the Asteroid Defense System turrets..... but actually I build a spaceship and sort of maybe a time travel universe breaking machine? Engineer: So a dangerous device that can destroy the world.... can I see the schematics?

------- I know in my SOUL Ed Edgar and Sniper hate each other but I can't elaborate. Illinois and Sniper have a very casual truce going on but ultimately Sniper does not really wanna hang out with anyone. This of course means the Jims spot him standing off to the side and think he's the perfect intervewee and at least three, maybe four Jims swarm Sniper and shove cameras and microphones inches from his face and he has a terrible time.

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Yandere somehow completely enchants Medic's doves and I can't elaborate on this either. Heavy is bemused. As long as Archimedes chooses Medic over Yan he's going to pretend he isn't jealous about the attention his doves are giving her. Scout goes "AWOOGA GIRL?!" and gets stabbed by Yan. Heavy is reminded of his younger sisters and is delighted.

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Eric Derekson is terrified of Soldier. The main two off the top of my head who are not put off by Soldier's shouting are King of the Squirrels and Yancy. Soldier corners King and is like "what are you king of?! not america. WHAT COUNTRY IS SQUIRRELS" Scout hears Yancy speak, hears the accent, and immediately throws hands.

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I am yap-o-clock-ing in your ask box but I needed to give you the brainrot that you've given me

OH MY GOD IM DRAWING SOME OF THESE I PROMISE YOU . I DONT KNOW WHEN ILL DRAW THEM BUT I BET YOUR ASS THEYLL BE DRAWN. KEEP YAPPING IN MY INBOX.

PLEASE. PLEASE KEEP TALKING.

TF2 x MARK EGOS BRAINROT !!!!!!!!!

[cannibalisticcorpse]

writing patterns tag game

Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

(i wasn't tagged, i just wanna play)

1. playing the part (isn't so miserable with you): frank/matt, au - multiverse, undercover as married

“God fuckin’ damn it, Red!” Frank grunts, jutting his gun to swing the hilt against Daredevil’s chin.

2. i dont know who i used to be: scott/waren, scott/logan, au - 1800s, falling in love, mail order bride

Scott’s shoes had holes in them that made his bloody socks visible. Despite that he kept on walking. No amount of pain was enough to make him turn back to where he came from.

3. im pretty sure im the only guy he's hooked up with tonight: scott/logan, camping, aphrodisiac, drug use

"What's that?" Scott asks, and his question is probably fucking stupid.

4. i wish it was summer: scott/warren, college au, hanahaki au

“It’s bullshit,” Warren says to Jean as she helps him carry his bags to the dorm room. “I had my own apartment for so long and now I’m just another co-ed.”

5. one of us is always leaving: scott/logan, break up

“And you think this’ll stop me from going?”

6. cocaine jesus: tim/bart/kon/bernard, substance abuse, au - no capes, tim drake has a plan

Tim Drake taps the sole of his loose sneaker against the concrete ground. His friends had been talking about their Super Sweet Welcome Home Party the entire time that Tim had been gone. He smiles to himself, letting the way the breeze blows through his hair take him. He’s so gone he feels like he’s still on the plane. Actually flying must feel like pure joy- happiness to feel so utterly free and floating. He thinks he’d be great at flying.

7. he's kinda hot though: jason/roy/clark, 5+1, getting together

“Y’know,” Roy slurs, 5 shots and three beers deep, “I hear Superman is really quick to anger.”

8. i'll remember you in the '88 ford: scott/logan, hanukkah

Logan wakes up to an empty bed, and at first that doesn’t even register as odd to him. He hates to admit it, but he never expects any warmth next to him.

9. gnaw your way through: tim/jason, tight spaces, mission gone wrong, panic attacks

“Quick, in here!” Tim whispers, grabbing Jason’s arm and pushing him into a metal locker.

10. im paranoid of things i cant avoid: scott/logan, autumn festival, lost in a corn maze

Scott was frustrated. He’d mapped the entire corn maze before they entered, and he knew the exact route to exit.

conclusions:

- i start with dialogue mostly, though it's always something character driven (_ does this/_ says this)

tagging:

@voiid-vagabond @maple-syrup-drinker and anybody who sees this! no pressure to play but tag me if u do so i see it!!

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Body Worship Steddie

Rating: EXPLICIT

Warnings: size difference, a bit of softdom!Steve if you squint, blow jobs, eddie has a small dick. So if you're not into that or dont agree with that or dont like it, please just scroll on past, i don't wanna argue. But in this house we believe in small dick supremacy. Peace and love. ✌🏻

THIS POST IS NOT FOR MINORS! IF YOU'RE NOT 18+ PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!

Tagging @grimmfitzz and @imsodonewiththissite (i know you dont go here really but here it is if you wanna give it a try! Haha!) Because y'all gave me courage!!! Hope you like it!

so eddie has a small dick. Steve's is like, normal, average. I dont know what average dick size is. Im gonna say like 5 inches? I wanna go with 4! Idk.

So yeah, he's been with eddie for awhile. And they've fooled around. And eddie has100% given him blow jobs at this point. But everytime steve tries to touch eddie he finds a way to get out of it. Either moving his hips away, or distracting steve with his tongue, steve is ashamed to say that that move had yet to fail, no matter how focused he thinks he is.

But eddie just, wont let steve touch his dick and its driving steve crazy. He's felt it exactly twice. Both times fleeting as eddie squirmed away from him. But my god does steve WANT. like, he felt how hard eddie was against his thigh, he knows what he felt. There's not much there. But steve literally does not care, he wants to touch him. Wants to make him feel good. Keeps fucking daydreaming about having Eddie's cock in his mouth.

But he doesn't wanna push eddie. Tries to take it slow. But then one night they're kissing and steve lays eddie back on his bed, tries to slot himself between Eddie's legs, to get them... somewhere!!! But eddie freezes so steve just groans and drops his head to Eddie's shoulder and is like,

"eddie please." And it's a fucking WHINE coming out of his mouth, he sounds so goddamn needy, and it makes Eddie's hands claw at his back and Eddie's basically panting at this point and is like,

"Im sorry. Im sorry i know- i just-" and steve looks at him and he's bright red and looks so embarrassed and steve refuses to let that stand so he cups Eddie's face, kisses him softly and uses the distraction to plant himself on top of eddie, pushing his knees between Eddie's and dropping himself there.

Eddie whines and slams his head back into the matress and steve just latches onto his neck before kissing up to his ear like,

"Dont be embarrassed. I don't care if your dick is small Eds. i just want it in my mouth." And Eddie's hips fucking grind up against him, but he shakes his head, turning away, his eyes squeezed shut so Steve stops. Because that's not normal 'turned on' Eddie. He slides his hand under Eddie's head, can feel wetness, Eddie's crying, Steve turns his head to look at him and says,

"I don't care Eddie. I want you. Is that not obvious yet?" His thumb soothing over his cheek. And Eddie shakes his head a bit, bites his lip and says,

"You say that now. But you'll change your mind. They all-" Eddie bites his lip again, sucks in air through his teeth as he sniffles. Steve frowns, he looks angry. Eddie tries to shrink away but Steve holds him still, presses closer.

"Fuck. Them. You think i haven't felt you? You think i don't know what's down here?" He moves then, fast but gentle, his hand moving down Eddie's side, and then between them, he cups Eddie in his hand and he bucks into Steve's touch with another whine.

"I've felt it. And i want it. Okay? Will you let me show you how much?" Steve moves his hand, presses his palm down just so.

Eddie's hands scramble over Steve's back until he's clawing at Steve's hips, his legs kicking against the sheets as he squirms, a mantra of "yes yes yes yes" falling from his lips as his eyes squeeze shut again. Steve smiles, kisses down his neck, then his chest, pressing kisses into the fabric of Eddie's shirt. And then he's sliding Eddie's pants down his legs, hooking his fingers into his boxers and pulling them down as well. And e

Eddie is on his elbows, looking down at Steve, his eyes huge, pupils blown, chest heaving, as Steve fucking stares at his cock like he wants to fucking eat it. And Steve's fucking mouth waters. He moves his palms up Eddie's thighs slowly, presses his fingertips into Eddie's hips before moving one hand back down.

His thumb grases the base of Eddie's dick and his hips jump again, Steve finally looks away from his dick, his eyes moving to Eddie's face, he tilts his head, asking for permission. Eddie nods quickly, his sweat damp hair sticking to his face, Steve smiles, presses a kiss to the inside of Eddie's knee, and then he moves his arm over Eddie's hips, presses him into the matress and finally, curls his fingers around Eddie's dick.

The tip just barely peaks out over his fist, and Steve is pressing the side of his palm down against the base too, as far as he can. The sight makes Steve's fucking mouth water even more and before Eddie is even a little used to the touch of his hand, Steve has his mouth on him. Eddie's cock fits in his mouth just so. So fucking perfect that steve moans around him and Eddie's hips buck up, even with Steve's arm holding him down.

The movement doesn't even come close to choking Steve and that just makes him hotter. He sucks, hard, hollowing his cheeks and humming around Eddie. Eddie gasping his name over and over, his hands in Steve's hair are the only warning Steve gets that Eddie is about to come. He groans as it hits his tongue, swallows it all and then keeps fucking going. Eddie tries to push him away, Steve pulls off of him, a string of spit and cum stretching between his lips and Eddie's cock, and Eddie makes the mistake of looking down at him at exactly that moment. His cheeks are flushed, and what Steve can see of his stomach where his shirts been shoved up is flushed too.

"Fuck. Steve." He's breathless. Steve climbs up his body, presses him into the matress and kisses him deeply, wants him to see how fucking good he tastes. Eddie whines, says Steve's name against his lips, Steve looks at him, his eyes are glassy, he's completely fucked out. Steve leans close, kisses his cheek and says,

"You're gonna give me one more."

Eddie immediately starts to shake his head, Steve grabs his chin firmly, makes Eddie look him in the eye.

"Yeah you are. One more for me Eds. You're doing so good. Bein such a good boy for me."

He whispers the words into Eddie's mouth, smiles when Eddie mumbles back,

"I can be good." And he's nodding now. Steve nods back, moves his thumb over Eddie lips and says,

"I know baby. You gonna give me one more?" Eddie nods again. Steve sinks down Eddie's body again, kissing as he goes, he bites at his hip, it drags a breathy laugh out of Eddie. And then he settles between Eddie's legs and looks at him, a smirk on his lips as he says,

"Maybe two."

Eddie opens his mouth to protest but what comes out is an obscene moan as Steve sucks his pretty little cock back into his mouth. Eddie's hands shoved up into his hair as his hips move in time with Steve's sucking, Eddie is so fucking good for him. Steve presses his hands to Eddie's thighs, digs his fingers in and fucking worships him with his mouth and his hands until Eddie can't fucking see, or hear, or speak anything but Steve's name over and over and over.

[thegoober010]

HELLO! PAW PRINT ANON IS BACK!

I ABSOLUTELY ADORED THE ONESHOT!!! IM GOING INSANE ITS SO GOOD!!!

I have a bit of a different request this time! (It’s not Mettaton, I know, shocking.)

Could you do some Sans x reader headcanons? Preferably hurt/comfort if thats alright :33

IF IM SENDING TOO MANY REQUESTS PLEASEEE DO SAY SO!! I DONT WANNA OVERWORK YOU!!!

-🐾

AAAAAA IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT <333!!!

AND ITS TOTALLY FINE PAW PRINT ANON MWEHEHHE DW I LOVE DOING REQUESTS <333!!! AND OMG ITS NOTR METTATON RELATED!!!?!??!? shocking!!! absolutely BAFFLING!!

JKJK LMAO OFC I CAN DO THIS :)!! IT WOULD BE HELPFUL FOR NESXT TIME BTW LIKE WHAT TYPE OF HURT LIKE IF THE READER GOT INTO A FIGHT WITH THEM OR MAYBE THEY NEED COMFORT AFTER A BREAKUP OR IF THEY NEED COMFORT AFTER RELAPSING, AN ED, OR SUM THATD BE HELPFUL FOR NEXT TIME BTW <33!! IMA JUST DO IT THAT THEY HAD A BAD DAY AT WORK TODAY THE READER WORKS AT LIKE GRILBYS OR SUM TEEHEE

SANS X READER HERE WE GOOO 🗣🗣🗣

TW/CW -> None really- Just a depressed reader!

word count -> 1k/1164! I didnt write as much on this post sorry!! im pretty tired rn its 1:15 am where im at rn LMAOOO

"Are you alright?"

Fuck your life, you just came back to the house after a long, grueling, shitty shift. You were so tired you almost collapsed onto the snow before you even made it home. You just wished it was peaceful for once, that you didn't feel burnt out, overwhelmed all the time, you just wanted to sleep and never wake up, maybe then you wouldn't feel so tired. As you opened the door you placed your bag on the couch and made your way to San's room, who was not only your best friend but your boyfriend as well. He always helped you, even though you didn't particularly enjoy talking about your feelings to him especially on nights like this he was always there for you, always making sure you were okay and took care of yourself and had a good rest after these long days. You mumbled to yourself as you opened the door to his room until you realized. "Fuck he's not here." You grumbled. You rubbed your temple as you sat on his bed, you were stressed and you needed him. Why can't he just be there for you? Why does he always have to be off somewhere else and then appear late whenever you need him. It pissed you off even more, you knew you were thinking irrationally, he was always there for you it's only a few times where he can't be and is busy, you were just too stressed to think properly though, too stressed to even think about anything else besides how badly you just need someone to help you out right now. You crawled on top of his bed, covering yourself with the blanket. The shift was honestly terrible, many customers were overly rude at Grilby's today, mostly newcomers, and it was so damn busy you couldn't really do much about those people/monsters, you were so frustrated by all the orders and all the insults thrown your way, in fact you got way less tips than usual which caused you to be even more upset, money wasn't much of a problem but come on! Tears swelled up in your eyes from all the built up frustration from not just this shift, but all the past shifts that were almost the exact same situation, you hated working on those days and how underemployed that place was because you had to work twice as hard due to that as well.

After a good 10 minutes of you laying on the bed, muttering to yourself about all the stuff that happened and about how much you just needed someone for once and crying silently, you heard the door creak open. You wiped away your tears quickly with the blanket, shifting slightly and pretending to fall asleep. You knew it was sans and if he sees you like this he'd ask, and you don't want to bother him with any of your problems. "I know you're not asleep." Sans said walking up to you, he sat on the bed near you. "What happened?" he asked. You let out a sigh as you hugged the blanket tighter. "I don't want to talk about it." You grumbled, your tone annoyed with a hint of sadness. Sans stared at you for a bit before fixing your hair. "Are you sure? I mean you've been coming home more upset than usual, is work alright? Anything happening?" Sans questioned, his tone of voice growing more concerned. You furrowed your brows as you could feel the corners of your eyes sweet up with tears once more. You covered yourself with the blanket, not even daring to look at Sans. "Stop it, just STOP. I told you I'm fine! You don't have to pry into every little detail of my life I just want you here with me I don't want you digging into this I told you I'm fine, I just wanted you here with me, fuck." you yelled at first, calming your voice down as to not wake up Papyrus and to try to calm yourself down. Your voice cracks, you didn't really mean to come off as rude, you're just tired, you don't want him to get worried or to try and fix your problems, you just want him there with you, to give you a hug or just give you comforting words, you don't want him prying too much into this, you don't want him getting worried.

Sans seemed taken aback by your remark. He stayed quiet for a bit before nodding, he understood how you felt. Everyone has different ways they deal with this situation and how they want others to react, some want others to pry into their life and try to help solve their problems, others just want them to be there with them during this but not get too involved in the situation and many other things, everyone reacts differently to this much stress. Of course he was a bit shocked and to be honest a little hurt by your words but he knows you're just stressed and don't mean to be rude. He truly does understand, he knows how you feel, so he will be there for you. "You're obviously not fine, but I understand you don't want me to be involved in the situation, you just want me to be there for you, I understand." Sans replied, he gave you a comforting pat on the shoulder before laying with you on the bed. He let out a long sigh as he crossed his arms behind his head. "Take some deep breathes, that usually helps with stress, and make sure to sleep well." Sans said, you nodded. "Come on, let's take a few deep breathes." Sans said, you rolled your eyes but it does usually help. You did as he said and took a few small and quick deep breathes, trying to make the tension in your body disappear and just try to relax. "Feeling any better?" Sans asked, you shook your head no which caused him to chuckle a bit. "Yeah I kinda thought so. Deep breathes won't immediately make you feel bette but it helps with tension, for now just rest, cry if you want, I'm here for you alright... I won't judge you for being emotional okay. I love you too much for that." Sans said giving a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You nodded, you turned your head to face him and give him a small smile. "I appreciate that.." you muttered, he gives you a quick nod. "No need to do that, just rest, I'm here for you. No matter what happens remember that okay, I'll always be here for you." Sans replied, he wrapped an arms around you, pulling you closer. You let out a soft sigh as you moved closer to him, you closed your tired eyes and felt yourself slowly start to fall asleep in his arms. He kept his arm wrapped around you and watched you slowly fall asleep.

"Sleep well, I'm here, okay."

[dimpledcherry]

just thinking of Eddie n Steve putting reader in a chair and making her watch them fuck each other--

QUEUE THE BLURB!

maybe this is an idea that you guys have spoken about -> you watching Eddie and Steve, not being able to touch, but them having all the control still.

you come home from work one day, your in a bit of an airy mood - giggly laughs, swishing your hair around, staring off into space, there's a bounce to your step

the perfect mood for blushing and listening.

maybe Eddie comes over to get something out the cupboards, youre stood in the kitchen of the trailer making a hot drink.

Eddie leans into you, reaching for a cupboard above your head, pushing you into the counter ever so slightly.

already, you can feel the butterflies and the giggles creeping.

he moves his hand over your hip, to the bottom of your tummy, applying pressure, "Sorry dont wanna fall" he mumbles unable to find what he's looking for.

soon hes pushing himself into you also, wiggling his hips in small circles. stating something about not being able to find whatever hes looking for

at this point the hot drink is forgotten, youre holding the counter trying to keep your breaths level because obviously Eddie isn't trying to start anything and its your happy light mood getting crossed with horniness.

even though Eddie is horny 24/7 and could fuck like a rabbit given the go.

he moves his finger down under the waste band of your bottoms, the tips of them just brushing against your pubic hair line.

he sighs, you tip your head back, looking up to the cupboard, asking him what he is trying to find.

Eddie drops his head next to yours, mouth in your ear practically "You know, I keep thinking about our conversation the other day. Tying you in a chair, making you cum without touching you, making you cry over a viberator."

the most you could do was tense your tummy and hold a breath

Eddie's pulling you into him, giving a consent check and walking you off into his bedroom, calling Steve to come along

they get you in his desk chair

nothing but your underwear and a t-shirt on

Steves tying your ankles to the feet and Eddies typing your wrists behind your back

your heartbeat's through the roof in excitement

another content / comfort check done when they're finished: all greens

Ed gets the box out from his cupboard - small cardboard thing, full of private fun

a little familiar viberator

he rests it between your legs - not turning it on but the tension / action is enough for now

he turns to Steve, game time.

the two start kissing, its messy, its hungry, they've got a job to do but the side task of fucking each other is just as fun

the two usually decide who tops from this part of their evening alone

tonight it was Ed

Steves hands are in his hair, eddies are on Steves ass

they're just so lost in each other, grabbing whatever they can, humming, salivating on each other, bumping noses.

youre lost looking at them, squeezing your thighs but getting no movement or release

the stupid plastic between your legs was almost laughing at you already

horniness: 14 again, learning what sex was for the first time

Eddies pushing Steve onto the bed, dragging t-shirts off, moaning lightly when their body touch

Eddie breaks it off to kick their jeans off, he throws them across the room, and turns on your viberator

the lowest setting

there's a gasp from you

a kiss to your head and was cautious look "Be good, Bunny."

you were sure this wasn't gonna go well. you knew you were given full right to cum whenever, but you felt you weren't allowed

Eddie gave Steve a blow job first

his oral fixation and need for dramatics on show

kitten licks, gagging, closed eyes, comfy moans, tongue licking base to tip, lips smiling, dribble

Steve on the hand- a menace!

has eddies hair in pony tail, pulling and pushing. eyes locked on yours, smiling, rolling his eyes, panting... all at you

your head is rolling, your grinding softly, gasping and panting to yourself

"Look at us, Angel." Steve warns "Look at how good eddies working." "Ed shes such a mess, she loves you sucking my dick"

"what dirty little thing. Cum in mouth, sweetheart" - Eds

Steve pushed Ed so far onto him, the boys nose was lost in the patch of hairs that frame Steves dick.

Shoulders heaving, hands tightening on thighs, knuckles going white on hair, bottom lips disappearing, hips jumping.

"Please-please- wanna cum- please" your hips are rolling, arms straining the ropes

"You don't have to ask, go on then." Steves smiling at you. this is much hotter than he thought it'd be.

"I wanna hear you, Bunny." Eds giving himself time to breath before he's back down on Steve, making him cum in time with you.

Steves notorious for being loud - big house, no parents, only child. You - always too quiet, its by instinct, full house, younger siblings.

Steves moaning and grunting, pulling Eddies hair, "shit man, don't stop- come on- right there- fuck- shit"

"Okay-" your polite, "I'm so close- please- ah- coming- I'm coming-" your mumbling, already sounding like you could cry

Eddie gets up. hes a dog, so hes kissing Steve cum into your mouth to swallow. hands wondering tom turn the viberator up a level. 2 outta 3

you whine at the intensity, tummy going in, eyes squeezing shut, legs trying to close

they laugh, another comfy check in and round 2 is a go

oddly you can already feel the second orgasm building

youre already rolling your head back, mewling and whining to yourself

Steve and Eddie stop kissing at the sounds of you, "You're so desperate, we haven't done anything yet" - Eddie

"sorry" :( "feelings too much- good-" :( youre already huffy and mumbly

"Eds? wanna watch her cum?" - Steve

"with no help? dont think shes gone enough for that yet?" - Eds

"really? look at her. shes not even in the room anymore." - Steve

god they're <3 assholes <3

they sit at the foot of the bed, legs spread just watching you, idling stroking themselves.. or each other at times, just saying things to you

youre looking at them but you barely see them, your ears feel clogged, legs are aching from straining, your hearts racing

youre just whimpering, whining, mewling, begging "please- oh- plea- feels so good- I love it- love yous- love-"

"nobody's even touched you yet, Bunny. youre making such a pretty mess for us" - Eddie

"yeah- for- yous- you- yeh- please-"

they're pulling fake sad faces at you, "wanna cum?" your nodding ridiculously, "well were waiting for you" - Eddie

"or do you need us to do something? we can't even just relax and watch our darling? c'mon thought you were good" - Steve

the whine- Jesus. the boys nearly lost it. you'd whined like someone had taken candy off a baby.

"no-no-no- im good- so good- good for you- only you- good- please- can I- I wanna- close- please- I love yous- love- please- cum- close- im so good- ill be so good- always"

"I think shes gonna cry. look at us, Darling." - Steve "Oh look at them pretty watery eyes."

"c'mon Bunny, im getting impatient here." - Eddie

and with more random babbling, youre cumming again, more intense, shorter, but it takes more outta you, your heads tucked into your chest, backs arching, knees trying to meet, hands in fists. its a quiet orgasm - but the boys know they're the best ones

the rattling on your clit is almost a stabbing pain right now - the underwear guarding you from it was pointless

the feelings got you almost squealing along with the constant string of whines and mewls

"well done darling"

"your so good for us, bunny"

your clits almost numb feeling now.

the boys jump up giving you a kiss and another consent check, asking and then turning the viberator up to full -> 3 outa 3

you yelp, they laugh - typical

Steve give you a quick kiss on the head before Eddie pushes him to the bed

"C'mon big boy, wanna fuck you now" - eddie

Steves pushed ass up, on all 4s

the sight of Eddie just rubbing his fingers on Steves hole, steves eyes rolling and the small sighs -> your convinced you've wet the chair youre sat on

"Jesus- you're always so tight" eddies got a finger in, "shit- Bunny Steve might be tighter than you"

you mewled

"more eds" - steve

"oh- let me do this at my own pace-" ed shoved Steves shoulders down

there was a collective whine

after minutes of fingering Steve, Eddie spitting on his hole, handful of dirty sentences and you're on the brink of cumming again

youre whining, squealing almost, gasping

"keep em coming Bunny, I aint even fucked him yet." - ed

"ow I cant- its too much- I cant- cant- ed- please-"

a content check and its all a show -> you keep going

Eddie's got a condom on, he's holding Steve up, Steves gone: eyes closed, mouth hanging, cock dripping

Eddie does his usual: small shallow thrusts, a few slow deep ones, and the pace gets set

this has Steve howling almost - its been a while in his defence

"shit eds- i forgot how good you were" - Steve

"god youre both such sluts" - eds

the sight of it all, the sounds, the words: you literally couldn't see anymore. you were so into subspace

"look at her-" eddies forcing steve by his hair, "aint she so pretty? that cunt is soaking"

"shit Darling, how many times you cum? - steve

"3- I think" youre all out of breath, they just laugh at you

"greedy girl, well done" - steve

"think you can make it 4??" your nodding "Good but Bunny, wanna hear you."

"Y-yes- ow-" The intensity is killing you

Eddie begins to fuck into Steve: a hard deep pace

"Shit- fuck eds" They aren't moans but rather gasped laughs from Steve - not expecting Eddie to start so rough

"oh you can take it, ya big baby. fucked you harder than this before. Bunny seems to be liking it, so take it." - Eddie

"God you're an ass, you're lucky I wanna see her make a mess as much as you." - Steve

Youre just whining and whimpering, thrusting your hips, you can feel your slick pooling

the sounds of Eddie and Steve fucking and moan is driving you insane

uhohhh youre cumming again

"knew you could do it, well done Bunny, but Stevie still aint cum" - eddie

nnnnnooooww you're feeling it

youre sweaty, youre foggy, your brain could be mush an it'd be justified

you are practically sobbing now

"please- I- ahh- cant- I cant- please- Steve- ow- hmmm" - you

"you heard the woman, wanna give her a show?" - eddie

"God youre so dramatic-" - steve

regardless of their playful water, the two had their goals alined

Eddie fucked into Steve pointedly, and Steve rolled back into Eddie with just as much want and hunger

"you soaking, darling?" - steve

"yeah-" all of you could barely make out your voice

"Ah Eddie- do that again- felt so good-" Steve was joining you in that wobbly tone

"shit- you two sound so hot. got one more in you Bunny?" - eddie

the viberator on your clit was hurting now, but a numb sort of hurt

the small thrusts you were making were torture

"one Eddie- no more-" - you

"no more darling, want you to cum with me." - Steve

Eddie fucked into Steve rougher

Steve clenched around Eddie -> may have earned himself a slap for that

which only got you off more

"god- im close' - steve

"you do that again, im gonna cum in you-" - eddie

at the sound of that, you whined from the bottom of you tummy, head rolled back, eyes pinched shut, lip between your teeth, wrists pulling again the ropes

"shit- you sound amazing Bunny, such a slut for this aren't you?" Eddie grunted

you nodded, humming a yes, still looking up

"cum with us, Darling" - steve

all three of you, cumming in secession of each other

you -> Steve -> Eddie

god you could nearly breath - your body trued to fold in half, your lungs grew thick, the ropes burned, your eyes ent so hazy. so totally lost in your supspace.

the giggles of the boys were so faint, they felt like an angelic choir.

the vibrating on your clit stopped

you open your eyes, its Steve in-between you legs

you can feel something behind you -> Eddie undoing all the ropes

youre just sitting with a 50 yard stare, unable to float back in, lungs heaving

steves rubbing your knees, "such a good girl, aren't you?"

he kisses your cheek, but you dont feel it all too much

eddie's gone to get a cloth

Steve stands in front of your line of vision but you cant focus on him

"so so good. worked you a little too hard, didnt we?"

your eyes dart to him after a while, but he still knows you aint totally there

eddies back, cleaning in-between your legs

the feeling from being sensitive pins them together

eddies laughing, shh'ing you, slowly opening them again

Steves stood behind you, rubbing your shoulder whispering sweet nothings to you

oh so much praise is in the room

a kiss to you knee and eddies moving your hands to loop around his neck, he's pulling you up with him

you've got jelly legs

all your weight is on the boy

<33 they change your underwear for you <33

Eddie kisses your check, "I think its bedtime, huh?"

there's a slight nod from you, and your head nuzzled into his neck.

[emerald-cloud23]

eugh, ive got this one very vague au idea from a year ago that wont leave me be.

its evil lloyd & morro in the role of the green ninja. morro is still the master of wind, lloyd is still the master of energy (the energy meant for the green ninja). everyone (the ninja at least) is 17-19 years old and morro and lloyd live at the same time. lloyd is actually doing really good at darkleys in terms of his grades and stuff and as a result some people prefer to hang around him because they hope theyll be safe near the kid of the worst man alive (ppl like brad tudabone and gene). lloyd is absolutely ruthless and a total menace to society. during the events of s1 lloyd and his little group unleashed the hypnobrai without being spotted/found by the ninja but theyll encounter each other when the fangpyre are at ed n ednas junkyard. wu obviously didnt bother telling his students about the fact that his brother had a wife and kid and, even worse, none of them (including wu) knew he also had elemental powers.

but like thats all i have for it :( i cant come up with more because as much as i looove the idea of lloyd being evil (i got another au where hes evil but its against his will (mind controlled)) i just suck at actually making him bad. i tend to fall back into my oc aus and the fluffy cute stuff he has with them :(( tho one of those three aus has lloyd and an oc (criminal) not getting along at first and theyre just yelling at each other and fighting every single encounter but thats the most i can do for that one nfngnngngkgk im sorryyy (to myself) hes just such a baby that i want to protect from more harm..

okay okay, i do have another au but its during dotd where morro (ghost) sticks around and lloyd gets so angered by pythor that he turns into an oni and cant turn back.. yeah thats about it for that one too hdnfnf its an idea i got while listening to sleep token last year im sorry (no im not sorry) and at the end of the song he finally breaks out of it (but also mildly injures himself in the process)

how do you do evil lloyd aus without feeling bad about it, i dont want to feel like this, i wanna make an au where hes the batshit insane one for once