#level 3 bb

[fatuismooches]

So we all know about the: "An apple a day keeps the doctor away" quote

I like to think that Dottore is allergic to apples, and he didn't get around telling reader simply because he would never eat one anyways.

Unfortunately, reader realises that they never saw Dottore eat an apple before, not even in the Akademiya! So they give him an apple pie as a change of dessert

Would be even funnier if this happened during their honeymoon, reader hands him the pie without telling him the filling - then bro is down for the day, his throat is scratchy and sore as a reaction

NOOOOO... reader causing his downfall (on accident...) No doubt, you have probably teased him with that little quote as he scoffed every time but you never would have ever thought it would eventually become reality... Dottore rarely ever questions your cooking, you'll just present something to him and he'll dig in while doing his own work. Which is really cute but at the same time kind of funny (what if perhaps you put something... inedible in there, you question, as revenge; he bluntly responds you never would, as he proceeds to swallow something with one bite.) The level of trust is sweet, however it proves to be detrimental to him this time.

You never even thought Dottore could be allergic to anything, you always assumed that he modified his body to the point where something so human wouldn't affect him - but you were wrong. It seems even he can be somewhat of a "normal" person sometimes, from the way he's covering up how pathetic his voice sounds. Ends up giving you the silent treatment because of what you've done to him but also because he can't stand to hear or use his voice. Sure, this wasn't on the agenda for the honeymoon, but at least you learned something new about your husband!

It would also be funny if the segments don't have the allergy, because they're, well, segments after all. So he still has to deal with seeing the other versions of himself inhale any apple-related foods all with a smirk on their faces. (You definitely cut the apple slices into bunnies for them!! Zandy loves them especially!!)

[laulo821]

retail therapy fanart - chapter 4

“Let me show you something.”

It sounds like derision and mockery, because that is what [Nazi's] laughter sounds like.

hopping on while ao3 works to adequatly quote @aur-el-ias 's immaculate words. i can't get enough of retail therapy. enjoy <3

chapter 1 fanarts | chapter 2 fanarts | chapter 3 fanarts

[sweetmaggie]

Is it crying over cousins hour?

[daigah]

not normal rn I'm thinking about Ted too hard... GRRAAHHHHHH

[swallowtail-ageha]

Character development is realizing that i do like m/riadeline but not the "pure wholesome lesbians" version that is fandom popular but the "massively unbalanced relationship where m*ria uses her authority on ad*line to feel the lightest semblance of control over her life again while feeling immensely guilty about it but still continuing to do so while ad*line knows it is wrong on some level but still goes along with it because she is desperate for validation" version of m/riadeline that i made up in my mind <3

[planet4546b]

a very strange side effect of playing nier (and also parts of bbs) is that i’m feeling retroactively justified in my frustration with destiny’s difficulty scaling. which i always felt under qualified to comment on because i thought i was just a person who didn’t like difficult games in general so i didn’t have room to comment on it. but i Do like difficulty in games i like it so much. and past me was right and destiny’s difficulty scaling kinda sucks

[autism-corner]

screaming

[v-iv-rusty]

winter lanterns are so scary with (almost) max insight

[inkyajax]

Are you and robin friends or just acquaintances in your selfship? What's your relationship like??

oh my gosh anon such a fun question!!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

in my aventurine selfship where sunday more or less ‘owns’/adopts me, robin and i are merely acquaintances. sunday keeps us separate for the most part—not that robin is home often, anyway—because he knows robin will most likely object (albeit politely) to the way sunday treats me; half father, half boss/employer, full owner. the less robin knows about me, the work i do, and especially the relationship i have with her brother, the better (in sunday’s eyes). as far as she’s concerned, sunday merely provides me with shelter, food, and an important job to provide pleasure to the people of penacony/the dreamscape—not a lie by any means, but vague and missing many important details.

in my sunday selfship, robin and i are friends!!! i met sunday first when we were kids, but he obviously instantly introduces me to his beloved little sister the moment the opportunity presents itself (he wants his two favourite girls to meet!). we get along quite well, and robin, knowing sunday inside and out & back to front, can immediately tell that he likes me; that i am something special to him. and that makes her like me even more, because sunday has such few friends outside of their adoptive father + the many books lining the shelves of his bedroom. i’m closer with sunday, of course, but robin and i have a good relationship as well, spending a decent amount of ‘girl time’ together throughout our childhood and teenage years! secretly, she has always hoped for sunday and i to get together n become a romantic couple (/ω＼)

[kingdomhearts-and-soriku-trash]

Okay so change of plans since I’m impatient for some reason and fear how long this will take. I’m going to load the save I made before I did the final battles with Ansem, and I’m going to try and finish him and technically finish a whole run of KH 1.

Whenever I actually have the patience and time for it, I’ll finish this current run of KH 1 since I do wanna redo it, but at the same time I don’t😭.

[hgmason-hellion]

Past Mason: I'm not going to use drive forms because they seem dumb and not much help (proceeds to not be able to finish KH2 on normal mode because Roxas keeps kicking their ass)

Current Mason: I received Limit form 7 min ago, and now I've muted the TV and have music playing on my phone while I grind exp for all my drive forms because fuck Hallow Bastion for right now (lvl 34 in KH2 proud mode)

[zwei-rhunen]

damn and i thought tryhards were just myths lmao

[xoluvx]

hi love ur fics I have a brain worm abt Billie surprising r with a new strap that squirts n she doesn’t tell r until r is abt to cum and she starts saying shit like “gonna breed you so good baby” idk I think I’m just h word for Billie’s strap it’s honestly a curse

thank you baby. oh god this is juicy *literally* i hope i did your request justice bb enjoy!🩵 a/n: this was written before i was sick just felt the need to say that <3

“don’t stop,” you moaned tossing your head back feeling her bury herself so deep in your pussy. you were seeing stars. you fisted the sheets trying to find some release that didn’t require you coming yet. you wanted to savor the moment, to hold on to the small glimmer of delight.

billie grabbed your hips breathing heavy. she pounded into you watching your breasts bounce so deliciously. your mouth forming a perfect ‘o’. she bit her bottom lip so hard she thought she might bleed.

“i’m-“ you huffed out of breath chest rising from the mattress as she brought you down on her cock. skin slapping and sweaty.

“i’m gonna-“ you tried again voice raspy. “-cum.”

fuck, you were quite literally on fire. flames consuming your flesh. your chest felt tight from hardly breathing and your toes were curling only adding to the sensation of needing to release.

“fuck,” billie spit licking her lips furrowing her brows in concentration.

“gonna breed you so good,” she snarled and you couldn’t quite gather what she was saying too strung out and focused on your orgasm.

“gonna fill with you my cum,” she’s breathed on your neck coming down flushed on your body holding your thighs pounding into you long and hard. the words made your mouth water and your arms wrap tightly around her shoulders. you’d never heard her talk this way. lies. she’d joke about putting a baby in but it was all teasing and laughter.

right now, she wasn’t laughing. she was slamming into you. she was biting your shoulder. she was huffing and breathing heavy and when she instructed you to cum, you unraveled on her cock and squirmed and squealed in pleasure when you felt a warm rush pumping through your walls. it was wet and filled you tenfold. pulsing on your throbbing pussy.

billie found your face smiling deviously as you lips parted and your brows raised in bliss.

when she pulled out slowly, you winced. she didn’t give you a chance to ask questions. she just lifted your leg watching your fucked out pussy throbbing and dripping. at eye level her thumb ran between your folds slipping and sliding pushing it all back in your pussy as you winced and gripped her hair.

she was enamored.

[noxtivagus]

deleting some screenshots rn n oh my god looking back at shb I LOVE THE CONCEPT OF EULMORE SO MUCH

[inkykeiji]

For some reason knowing keigo in the DA au is the most unhinged version of him you've created so far makes me want him more😳

HAHAHAHAHA anon i love u <33333

[samthestrangerthingsfan]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: friends-to-lovers, mutual pining, lots of parallels, reader is a lil down on herself but don't worry, eddie is down bad for her.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of weed and smoking, smut!! 18+, minors DNI.

AN: do i write 90% of my fics based on what pops into my head when i hear a certain song? yeah. also this is only half edited bc life. enjoy bbs <3

“Okay, okay,” You laughed. “One more hit then I’m tapped out, Eds.”

Eddie grinned, speaking through a half-held breath. “Oh no, Sweetheart. New stuff hittin’ a little too hard?”

You inhaled deeply, passing back to him what was left of the joint. It went straight to your head, and you flopped back, laying comfortably on Eddie’s bed.

Eddie inhaled, following suit, making your body bounce as he hit the mattress.

“Shit,” he mumbled. “Feel like I’m fuckin’ flying.” He grips your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Don’t let me float away, okay?”

You smile at him, taking in how fucking beautiful he looks under the dim lights in his bedroom.

“Never. You’re stuck with me, Eds.”

He looks down at you, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. He took you in like he'd done 100 times before. Eyes trailing from your nose, to your eyes, landing at your mouth.

So fucking beautiful.

“Good," he breathes, pulling you in closer. "Just the way I like it.”

Eddie let go of you hand, only to wrap his arm around you and pull you into his chest. He placed a kiss to the crown of your head, "This okay?"

It's all I want. You think.

"Or do we have to get up and go watch that cheesy chick-flick I promised we'd watch.

You sighed, fiddling with the hem of your denim skirt. "I'd stay here all night if you let me."

That's all I want. He thinks.

Eddie leans back a bit, looking down at you. He's not sure if it's the weed making his so emotional, but he swears he could cry just looking into your eyes. "What am I gonna do if one of these dates you keep going on works out? What if someone takes you from me?"

He tries to sound relaxed, but the truth is, the thought keeps him up at night. There’s gonna be a guy that steals you away from him one of these days. Someone who can give you everything he can’t, someone brave enough to open their mouth and tell you just how much they love you.

and it'll crush him.

The laugh that escapes you is a cynical one, "Eddie, I've been on three dates with three different men, and I've gone home alone each time."

"So?" He asks.

"So," You scoff. "It means no one is interested in doing anything with me."

It’s true—to you at least. The guys you’d gone out with were either not looking to be tied down, or ran once they met you. The last guy thought you’d be easy because ‘the freak’s best friend has to be a freak herself right?’

The dates were a distraction for you. As your heart pined over the one guy you could have it all with, it was breaking too. Eddie hadn’t made a move on you—ever, and you weren’t brave enough too.

So the two of you sat in limbo, completely unaware that the other person was right there with you.

Eddie sits back, releasing you from his arms. "Why do you do that?"

"Do what?" You ask, sitting back as well.

"That. Act like you're the problem, and not these shitty fucking dudes you keep going out with.” Eddie tried to control his tone, but his temper got the better of him. He cursed at himself for it.

Jesus H. Christ, Munson, get it together.

You push back from him fully now, "Eddie, the common denominator is me. I-I'm fucking broken or something."

“Stop that.” He seethed.

It’s a command—a tone you've heard him use with Steve, or Dustin, but not you.

Never with you.

Eddie stood as you sat up, hanging your legs off the edge of the bed.

"What--"

He turned back and got to his knees right in front of you.

“Stop talking about yourself like that. It’s fucking ridiculous.”

He was close to you, and with him on his knees, his gaze was just at your eye level. “You’re not broken. There's nothing wrong with you, you’re—you’re fucking perfect.”

“Eddie…”

“No, no, just…just shush for a second.” Eddie moved his hand to your cheek, his thumb sweeping across it gently. “You think all this shit about yourself and it’s just not fucking true. I wish, for a second, you could see yourself how I see you. I fucking adore you.”

You feel the warmth of his breath on your nose. His large hand on your cheek warms you, and you lean into the touch, closing your eyes.

Everything is Eddie in this moment. He’s invading every sense you had.

It’s overwhelming.

You can feel your eyes brim with tears. “You don’t have to say that, Eds. I’m okay. I’m just…I’m lonely, that’s all.”

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat. He watched you, he saw the tears hidden beneath your lashes. How could you not see it? See how you were…everything to him?

His mind stopped for a moment, deciding whether or not to take the leap, to risk it all and not run for once.

Fuck it.

“I’m right here, Princess. I’ve been right here.” He leans his forehead on yours.

You exhale his name, “Eddie,”

“What,” he’s quick to ask. “What is it, Sweetheart?”

Your on fire with how close he is to you. But he doesn’t mean it, not in the way you hoped he would…does he?

Your eyes open, seeing his beautiful brown ones searching your face for some kind of clue as to what you’re feeling. You clasp your hand on top of his. “Please,” you beg. “Please don’t say things you don’t mean just to make me feel better. My heart can’t take it.��

He laughs softly, bringing his other hand up. He’s cradling your face gently, “Oh, Honey. You have no idea just how much I mean it.”

Eddie is overwhelmed with you. You’re everywhere, and he can’t fucking think straight. Probably a good thing right about now, because he’s about to do something he never thought he’d be lucky enough to do.

“Can,” he clears his throat. “Can I kiss you, Baby?”

With zero hesitation, you nod, earning a chuckle from Eddie.

“Gotta use your words, sweet thing.”

“Yes,” it comes out as a plea. “Kiss me...please.”

Warm warm warm.

It’s all you feel when he leans in. Then his soft lips are on yours, all the while he’s holding you as if you’d be the one to float away.

Eddie kisses you like he’s done it a thousand times. Like he knows your lips and the pattern that drives them crazy. He’s trying to tell you everything he’s been too afraid to say since the moment he met you.

There’s no one but you.

You’re everything.

I love you, please, let me love you.

Regrettably, you pull away. Breathless from the kiss, but also how surreal this moment is.

“I-I,” you sigh, touching your forehead to his. “I’ve wanted to do that for forever.” It comes out as whisper. As if you’d scare him away if you said it too loud.

Eddie smiles, a relieved laugh passing his lips. “Yeah?”

You nod, “Yeah.”

It’s quiet for a beat, Eddie is looking at you so softly and with such care.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says with all of the conviction in the world. “My pretty girl.”

“Am I?” You ask. “Am I yours?”

He nods, "If you want to be." He moves his hands, resting one on each thigh. He rubs them absentmindedly, likes he's trying to flatten the goosebumps that had prickled across your skin. “...and I’m yours. You've got me, Honey.”

Eddie's grin was still a shy one. You brush your hand across his face, pushing back any stray hairs. "Eds?"

He grips your wrist gently, placing small, tender kisses along the inside of it. The gesture is so simple, but it sends a heat through you like you've never experienced before.

"What is it, pretty girl? Whatever you want, whatever you need...it's yours."

You intertwine your fingers with his smoothly, "You, Eddie. Need you. Wanna make you feel good, Eds."

Now it was his turn to get goosebumps.

"Fuck, Angel. You can't just say that to me." He breathes.

Your bedroom eyes blink twice, "Please?"

A strangled moan vibrates from his chest, "Who am I to deny the fair maiden what she asks for?" Eddie stands, holding out a hand for you.

You're pulled to your feet by him, and he's looking at you through a brand new set of eyes. "One problem with that though, Princess. You come first."

You gasp as his hands take purchase of your ass, pulling you into him. "If anything, and I mean anything is too much, or too weird, you tell me, okay?"

You're nodding again, and he tuts at you. "Uh-uh. Words, baby."

Your arms fall around his neck and you press your body against his. "Yes, sir."

"Ho-ly-shit." He moans. "Yeah, I'm gonna kiss you now. Cool? Cool."

He's hungrier this time, kissing with teeth and tongue as his roaming hands explore your body.

"Eddie, Eddie..." You breath through swollen lips. "Too many clothes."

"You a mind reader or something?" He jokes, ripping the t-shirt from his body. His body was a work of art in more ways than one, and seeing it now, like this, made you crave it all the more.

You watch as Eddie falls to his knees, "Can I?" He asks, pulling at your skirt.

"God, yes."

He unbuttons the fastener, pulling the distressed denim down until it's pooling at your ankles. Eddie then came face to face with your black-lace covered heat.

"I-I'm dead right? I've died and now I'm at the pearly gates."

Your hands cover your face, "Eddie! Stop!"

He stands quickly, "No, baby, no. God, please don't hide from me." He pulls your hands away gently.

Your shirt is next to go, and so is the matching bra. Eddie pulls his pants down, leaving his boxers on.

"Lay down for me, Princess. Wanna take care of you.”

The timber of his voice makes you tremble. Once your comfortable on the bed, Eddie climbs on too.

“Now, I know this is all new, and we’re figuring things out as we go, but…” Eddie pauses, laying on his stomach between your legs.

He starts kissing his way up your legs. “I’ve been dreaming of eating this pussy for a long, kiss, long, kiss, long time.”

You’re so turned on you can barely speak, but you manage to get out a quiet. “Well what are you waiting for?”

Your thong is thrown into parts unknown, and Eddie starts to feast like a man starved.

“Eddie, fuck—“ his tongue explores your heat. His hands hold onto your hips as you grind down onto his mouth.

“Uh-uh, don’t hold back. Wanna hear you, Princess.” He dives back in, lips sucking on your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. He slips in one, the two fingers. Pumping and curling them slowly until he finds the spot that makes you see stars.

The fire in your belly is growing and you feel your legs start to shake. “Holy fuck, Eds—Eds I’m gonna cum!” Your hands take purchase in his hair, giving it a sharp tug as you feel the heat engulf you.

Eddie eats your pussy, drinking you in as you cum.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” You release your grip on his hair as you come down from your high.

Eddie crawls up your body, kissing you. You taste yourself all over his tongue. “Don’t be sorry, Baby. Let’s me know you’re enjoying yourself,” he kisses you once more. “Plus, I kinda like it.”

You’re both breathing heavy.

Now it’s his turn.

Your hands touch his shoulder, pushing him gently. “What’re you doing, pretty girl?” He asks softly.

When Eddie’s leaned back against the headboard, you pull his boxers off. Pink, uncut cock springing from it's confines.

God damn...he's fucking huge.

"Gonna ride you, Eds. Let you feel what you did to me." You climbed on top of him, "Can I do that? Can I make you feel good?"

Eddie's nodding, not sure what part of you he wants to look at more.

"Uh-uh," you tease. "Use your words, Handsome."

"Fuck," He breathes. He palms your bare chest, moving the pads of his thumbs over your nipples. "Do whatever you want to me, use me, I'm yours." He leans forward, hot mouth latching to your other breast.

You sit up, allowing Eddie's hard length to slip inside your aching cunt. The sheer stretch and size is enough to snatch the breath from your lungs.

"Eds...Eds, shit. S'big." You moan.

His eyes close as he bottoms out inside of you, "So tight. Fuckin' pussy was made for me, she wants my cock. Won't let it go. She greedy, baby?"

You adjust to his size filling the void inside you. Eddie hold your hips as you begin to ride him, helping you to keep a steady rhythm.

"Look at you, Princess. Cock-drunk already, hm?" He teases.

Eddie is whispering praises as he fucks up into you.

Such a good girl.

Taking me so well.

My pretty girl.

Mine.

Eddie's pace quickens, and you feel the tremble return to your legs.

"Eddie, fuck, I--"

"I know, Honey. I can feel it, feel you squeezin' me. Let go, Angel. Go on, cum for me."

His words are like a spell.

You cum harder than you did on his mouth, and this time, it's his cock that's drenched in your essence.

"Gonna cum, Sweetheart. Where--"

You're entirely lost in everything Eddie. "Inside me, Eds. Fuck, please cum inside me."

"Shit, shit, shit." Eddie's moves become erratic. Sloppy thrusts chasing his release, and when he does, he all but growls in your ear.

He's breathless and spent, but his arms wrap around you. Eddie holds you, softening inside you. He kisses the center of your chest, the trail making its way across your shoulder, up your jaw, and to your lips.

"Hi." He says quietly.

You giggle softly, "Hi."

"So uh, not sure if this is a good time or not..."

You kiss his nose, "Hmm?"

"I-I...I love you. I don't know, just felt like someone should tell you, might as well be me." Eddie's big brown eyes search your face for any sign of regret or discomfort.

Nothing.

You kiss him deeply, "I'm glad you told me, otherwise I'd be sitting over here, in love with you, looking all silly by myself."

Eddie holds you tighter. "You, you love me?"

You giggle, "Edward Munson. I love you."

He pulls you closer, "You love me." It's a statement now.

Eddie lays his head against your bare chest. "I'm gonna get you cleaned up in a second, Sweetheart. Just wanna hold you for a little."

Rubbing small circles on his back, you kissed the top of his head. "I'm not going anywhere, Handsome."