#skinny biggie

[djducats]

Listen/purchase: Something Greater Than Myself by The Bad Seed

[ddejavvu]

tonight i'm juuuust thinking about best friend!james who has very little boundaries with you <3

this post is 18+, minors dni.

he's your absolute best friend in the world, you probably grew up together or got very close over a period of years, you probably practiced kissing on each other, you spend more time sleeping together than alone, etc etc etc. but lately it's been really hot out, so you've neglected both cuddling and clothes. You're sleeping in a shitty, skimpy bra, and some old granny panties, and james is conked out in his bed, probably in boxers or briefs. you're asleep, but the mattress moves and it wakes you. you instantly recognize the familiar feeling of james getting into bed with you, and you forget that it's too hot to cuddle when you roll over to let him in.

you probably greet him with a sleepy, hi, jamie, that he returns with a gruff, raspy, 'hi, love'. it takes all of his brainpower just to say those words, and he's falling beside you like a tree chopped in the forest. instantly he's snoozing again, cheek smushed against your pillow as he wrestles you into his grip like normal.

except, it isn't normal.

because he's naked, and oh my god you've seen him naked before, and he's seen you, no biggie! you've skinny dipped before, you've changed after a shower, it happens, best friends see everything. but you've never touched him while he was naked before, and his fucking cock is literally laying on the bed right next to you?? hello??

you freeze up but you nudge his arm like jamie,, love

'hm?'

'your cock is out'

'what?'

'your- james, you're naked, your- your cock is out.'

'oh,' he mumbles, like you've told him the weather forecast for the next day, 'yeah.'

'yeah? james, you- get your cock out of my bed!'

'wh- it's bloody attached to me!' he whines, smothering his face in the pillow to get away from your nagging, 's'fine, darling, what, you think it's gonna bite you? jus' go t'sleep, i'm tired.'

he's tired?? he's tired?? his actual, literal dick is just. on your bedsheets rn. right next to you. and he's tired? you really don't know what to say. so you don't, you don't say anything, you just sit there staring wide-eyed at the wall, wondering how in the hell you're going to sleep knowing your best friend's cock is out right next to you. you're desperately trying to tamp down any arousal that rises between your thighs, because he's literally already snoring beside you but there is just something so infuriatingly attractive and arousing about james not caring at all that he's completely exposed, he's just tired and sleepy and lovey and wants to hold you and his brain's not working to tell him he needs to cover up. he just wants to lay with you, pants be damned <3

[anonymousaccountuser]

Okay. I watched Lupin Zero a while back and I’m losing my goddamn MIND over the metaphor of Lupin, a thief, stealing Jigen’s heart. It has been MONTHS and it plagues my mind still. I’m practically tearing my hair out.

Like… Imagine you are a boy. A lonely boy, a boy who’s been hurt his entire life, a boy who was given a gun at the age of five and taught to kill mercilessly without hesitation. You’re constantly told you’re not good enough, that nobody will ever want you for you, that you’ll only ever be a weapon; you’re worth nothing more than that, nothing less. The more skill you have, the more value you hold; if you do a job well you’ll be worth something, if you fail you’ll probably get beat or tossed out, considered less than dirt by your own shitty father. You’re not a boy, not really. You’re a gun, and the minute you miss a shot you’re worthless. You learn that no, you can’t be a kid—being a kid is not for you. You don’t have time for stupid birthday parties or immature little kid games when you’re too busy fighting in war zones or getting shot at in Cambodia. You teach yourself not to feel; remorse and regret are pointless when you’re a hitman, and so is love—you never have childhood crushes or fancy any of the pretty girls at your school. You think it’s stupid. You’ve never been interested in girls anyway, and your father once threatened to shoot you if you ever tried the alternative, so you lock your heart away, stuff it into a box and cram it into a safe and set fifty different code-combination locks and wrap chains around it so that you can’t feel.

And then one day, some skinny rich kid with sticky fingers shows up, and just won’t leave you alone. Okay, you think to yourself. No biggie. He’s just some spoiled brat with too much time on his hands who doesn’t know what he’s getting into. But then this kid starts treating you like you’re worth something, like you’re some sort of treasure he values, something he wants to chase; and not for your quick draw, either. This monkey-faced little brat seems to only want to know more about you, and play stupid kid games with you. He’s annoying, but the trouble he gets into is fun enough, even if you always end up having to bail him out. You find out that this kid is a thrill-seeker, and much to your surprise, he considers you thrilling. You’ve never had friends before, but this feels like something else. The way he looks at you makes your stomach fuzzy with a feeling you’re not entirely sure what to think of, and no matter how many times you walk away you always find yourself drawn to him. You’re reminded of what your father threatened to do at that, so you tuck that feeling away with all the others.

But then, this bastard “friend” of yours does something you never expected; he chips away at the walls you’ve built, carefully picks the locks holding chains around your heart with nimble, practiced fingers. He pries at that safe of yours like it’s fun, like it’s some sort of challenge for him (he likes challenges, you’ve come to find) and finds out those combinations of yours with thieving expertise. And then, as if none of your past matters, as if all those thousands of walls of defence you built and security lasers you set and safety precautions you took are absolutely nothing to him, he reaches forward and places a skinny hand over your chest and takes what he wants, like he’s always done. He holds you in the palm of his hand like you’re something precious, a valued piece of artwork in a renowned museum that he’s taken the liberty of nabbing, and you let him. You let him steal you like some pretty piece of jewelry. You let him pull you from the shitty life you live with that shitty dad of yours and steal you away, even though you’re scared out of your mind of intimacy. You’re alone in the dark of that cramped little safe that you’ve locked yourself away in your entire life, and he picks the lock with a bobby pin and reaches for you and grabs your hand; and then suddenly, you’re not so alone anymore. Suddenly you’re more than a gun, you’re Jigen Daisuke, and Lupin the Third wants you like he would a priceless ruby on display in the hall of a rich man’s mansion.

DO YOU SEE MY VISION, PEOPLE??!? DO YOU SEE IT!!?!1!?

[msgexymunson]

The Rhythm Of The Night

Fem!reader v older!drugdealer!eddie

Overview: The weekend has landed and you're out clubbing, as you often do, and your hot drug dealer is tagging along. Safe to say, things get a little heated! 

AN: 90s AU, Eddie is 31, reader non specific around early 20s. I've been out for a while, struggling with mental health, so I hope this finds you all in a better state than I've been. Remember, comments and reblogs are my life blood. P.S. Before you ask, yes it is very much possible (if you know, you know)

Warnings: reader uses she/her pronouns, a lot of smut, some of it fluffy, slight age gap, NSFW (minors DNI or I'll tell your mother) female fingering, boob play, P in V unprotected sex (be safe guys and girls), drug taking, descriptions of drug taking and highs, sex whilst high (!!)

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OK, it’s all good. You’re gonna be fine. You say softly to yourself as you hug your coat tight around you, too long sleeves hiding your chilly fingers. Hopping from one foot to the next you try to mentally coax yourself to a comfortable state. It’s clearly not working. 

You’re just going out. Clubbing, like you have dozens of times with your friends. And Eddie, your insanely hot drug dealer, is tagging along. No biggie. 

But it is a biggie. Since you’d met the messy haired rocker you were smitten; utterly taken by his rough demeanour, roguish grin and deep brown eyes. Eyes you could lose yourself in. You nearly had. 

Your schoolgirl crush had done nothing but expand on each meeting with him. Stolen glances and flushed cheeks peppered the memories of your rendezvous, along with perpetual flirtatious comments. You came to quickly learn that Eddie flirts just as easy as breathing. He’s a charmer; a salesman. Brushing it off as just Eddie’s personality was a different matter. Your brain told you it was just his nature; but your heart lingered on every word. 

Rubbing your hands together in their impromptu hiding place, you blow on them to attempt to warm them up, your mind wandering to earlier today. 

It was supposed to be just a regular pick up. You had needed to collect some ‘social medication’ from Eddie for the rave tonight, so you had bounced over there, happy to have an excuse to see him. 

The door had flown open sooner than you had expected, which forced an already chapped bottom lip to be sucked in between your teeth as you bit softly on the broken skin. 

"Hey bunny, you're early." Eddie's smile smeared across his face, buttery and filling; his teeth flashing with earnest and a dash of debauchery. His chin was marked with his rough stubble; a dark rugged nearly beard that was permanently etched across his features.

"Hey Eds!" You fired back with an innocent grin of your own.

You remember it clearly, him leaning on the doorframe shirtless, showing off countless cheap tattoos littered across his alabaster skin. You knew about the tattoos, but you had no idea about his pierced nipples. They gleamed in the light; the silver bars caught your eye and refused to let go. His teasingly muscular frame was fully displayed, making you dart your pink tongue out to lick your lips impulsively. He looked naturally muscular, erring on the side of skinny. More inclined to slenderness in your mind; you thought he was probably not fussed enough about his image to work out. 

Your eyes widened as you realised you were staring, and you forced your gaze away and back to his. A knowing smirk pulled at Eddie's cheeks, altogether a bit too sure of himself, as per usual. 

"Sorry, didn't have time to change, you know?" Eddie lied through his teeth. Of course he had time to change. You knew it as well as he did. A part of you had wished that he had stayed shirtless because he felt the same way you did, but you were almost certain the reason was just to see your reaction. 

"Yeah, sure, sorry to bounce in on you like this." You had shrugged in an attempt to act blasé about his partial nudity, despite how your cheeks had rapidly grown in heat. Just thinking about it now had your face flushing in solidarity. 

"Well, you are one for bouncing. Should've known, Bunny." He laughed, drinking in your figure with his eyes, before he gestured for you to make yourself comfortable. Eddie had made his way over to his desk to find what you wanted; scrambling through the drawers haphazardly. 

"Aha! There you are, you lil sucker" Eddie exclaimed whilst he tugged a familiar tiny plastic bag from the bottom drawer. It had hearts inlaid on the clip close rim; the contents were a crystalline, slightly yellowish substance. MDMA. That same baggy currently resides inside a fabric pocket in your bra. You try to forget its presence so you’re less nervous when it comes to getting into the club. 

"Thanks, you're a lifesaver!" You had made grabby hands at him which earned a warm chuckle. He held it out of reach, just to see your endearing pout. 

"Now, remember, plenty of water, sips not gulps. And don't chew your tongue." As he wagged a teacher's finger at you, he tossed the baggy. 

Rolling your eyes at that, you catch the bag clumsily. He had held out his hand and you had stared at it doltishly in a feeble attempt to get free drugs.

"Come on trouble, don't play dumb with me."

Eddie had given you an admonishing look, but there was no bite to it. As you huffed dramatically, you reached in your pocket and handed him a couple of crumpled notes. As he reached to take them, he held your hand for a second. You feel a flash of heat through you at the mere memory of his touch. 

"Now, I can't keep giving freebies to all the pretty girls, or I won't earn anything at all." 

You flushed at that; the apples of your cheeks had diffused into a deep magenta. He thinks you're pretty. That phrase had turned around and around in your head all day. 

"Besides, I'm broke right now." 

Before you could have processed how to speak properly, you had blurted out "come raving with me!" 

"Oh Bunny, that's not really my scene, you know that." 

"I know but, I mean, if you're broke, you could earn a bit of cash."

"I suppose you're right." 

"It'll be awesome, Eds, trust me." You grinned hugely as you gave him the details of where to meet, practically vibrating with excitement. 

It was only after you had left, with lingering thoughts of Eddie’s bare torso in your mind, that reality decided to hit you like a ton of bricks. 

I can barely speak to him without getting nervous or embarrassed and saying some stupid shit; how the hell am I going to survive tonight? 

Shaking your head, wishing it was some sort of etch-a-sketch, you focus back on your calming mantra, trying to block out the creeping nerves winding around your spine like unwanted vines. 

Huffing into the night air, you shimmy your coat sleeve up to check the time on your watch when a large pair of hands grab you by the waist and a gravelly voice whispers in your ear, “baby you come here often?” 

Jumping bodily, you twist to face your attacker and realise it’s Eddie. 

“Eddie I was about to punch you, fuck!” 

Eddie laughs deep in his throat, hands travelling to hold you by the hips. Your heart jumps at the unfamiliar gesture. 

“Sorry bunny, couldn’t resist. I’ll make it up to you, promise.” That grin, that damn wink. Any resolve you had melts in their wake as you stare up into those chocolate brown eyes. 

“Shall we, er, go?” You manage to stumble out, voice suddenly as skittish as a mare. 

“Lead the way, trouble.” Eddie smirks, giving your hips a final squeeze.

Trying your best to ignore the rush of blood to your cheeks you lead him around a few side streets and down an alley. You had arranged to meet your friends a couple of streets away from the club. 

“Well, look at the bunny leading me down some alley; what are you planning on doing with me?” 

You roll your eyes in his direction. “Yeah, you wish, Eds. We’re meeting my friends, just around this corner.” 

“Shame.” A further blush threatens to inch across your face at that, whilst a thought of a smile tugs at your lips. You look over to Eddie to catch him staring straight at you and quickly look away. Maybe he does like me? 

You’re unable to dwell on the look however, as the minute you turn a corner you hear a loud, obnoxious voice shout “BUNNY!” 

Before you can react a tall, lanky dark haired boy wraps himself in a koala hug around your middle. 

“Tech! Good evening!” You smile. He peels himself off you in order to give Eddie an appraising look. 

“Well, well, the infamous Eddie. Pleasure to meet you.” As he sticks his hand out. Eddie takes it, and finds himself pulled into a hug he was not expecting judging from the look on his face. Coughing, he pats Tech on the back. “Er, pleasure dude.” 

“Been pre gaming, Tech?” You giggle. 

“Only always!” He responds with a toothy grin. 

Pointing at your other friends, you introduce the short blond with the shy smile “Eddie, this is Panda.” She waves with her fingers and blushes. Pointing to the built guy with the dreadlocks you smile “And Mustard.” 

Mustard pouts, “I told you guys to stop calling me that!” His indignation is merely met with giggles from you and your friends. 

As you take Eddie’s arm and start leading him round the corner to the club you feel him bend slightly to speak in your ear. 

“So, anyone have a real name or is this gonna be a theme?” 

You giggle, “Well Tech’s name is Wojtech, it's Polish, so technically it’s his real name. Plus, he is our own very camp IT whiz. Panda, well we met her with that name, we kinda took her in, you know?” 

“Ah, that's good. I hear Panda’s are going extinct. Very humanitarian of you.” 

“Indeed.” You smirk up at him in time to see his warm smile pouring towards you, and feel a heat pool in your belly. 

Approaching a lit doorway with a metal barrier outside, your group stops behind a small queue of fellow party goers. You and Eddie hang back whilst your friends fumble about in various pockets for their entry tickets. You already have yours and Eddies clutched in your hand slightly too hard, crumpling the card with nerves. 

"And, erm… Mustard?" 

You giggle, dropping your voice a little lower given the content of your conversation. Eddie bends lower so you can whisper to him. "Yes, but he hates it. We were at an after party, he'd taken a crap load of speed. We were all winding down and he kept asking us to play Cluedo. Well Tech shouted, 'who do you think you are, Colonel fucking Mustard?' And we just lost it." You smile broadly at the memory while Eddie snorts out a deep laugh. 

Your friends get their tickets taken and after a brief pat down they're ushered through. Pretty soon you're next in line.

"Tickets please." Looking up, you meet the gaze of a tall burly doorman, all lack of neck and set jaw. His colleague looks equally unamused and threatening, eyeing Eddie up and down. 

"Here's our tickets fellas." He takes them, inspects them briefly, then pockets them. 

You hold your canvas bag out whilst he shines a torch in it.

 "Do you want one of these?" You fish in your bag and hold out a few candy suckers. Eddie's staring at you in disbelief.  

The shorter one looks shocked and shakes his head, but then leans over to grab one anyway. No Neck's face breaks into a huge childlike grin. 

"Now, I haven't had one of these in years! Thank you, miss. Do you have a grape one?" 

You giggle and fish out the flavour for him and he takes it with his large paw, fiddling with the wrapper. 

"Go on through, have a great night." 

"Thank you!" You beam at him and waltz through the door. 

Eddie strides to catch up as you start walking up a wide staircase, already hearing the tell tale thumping of heavy bass. 

Grabbing your arm, he leans in, hot breath in your ear making you shiver. 

"They didn't even search us! You've got balls of steel, Bunny." 

Blushing at the fact you impressed him, you lead him up the staircase and over to the coat check. 

"What can I say, I aim to please." 

"I bet you do." He whispers, and his lips brush the edge of your ear softly. A small gasp escapes your lips at the contact. 

As he breaks away, you know there's a smug grin smeared all over that handsome face, so you decide to not give him the satisfaction of a look, and instead focus on the coat check girl. 

"Just want to check this coat please, Eddie do you want to do yours too?" 

"Sure" He says, shrugging off his leather jacket. He's wearing his signature black jeans, hugging his legs deliciously, and a white fitted t-shirt. Simple, but damn, he looked fine. You swear you could just make out the balls of his nipple piercings, now that you knew they were there. 

Realising you were staring, you look up at his face. To your surprise he looks embarrassed. 

"I, er, didn't know what people wear to raves," he chuckles. 

"No, you look good. Real good." Coughing, you look away and take your own coat off whilst he checks his. 

As you hand your jacket over, you hear him whistle out lowly behind you. 

"Holy hell Bunny. This what you wear outside??" Turning to face him, you can feel his eyes roaming all over your scantily clad form as he strokes the back of his neck compulsively. 

You must admit, you look good tonight. Maybe a little extra effort went in knowing Eddie would see you. Maybe just a little less clothing than usual. So what?

Well aware that you looked your best in pink and blue, you had chosen a tiny blue bra top with pink edging, and a pleated blue mini skirt that barely covered your ass with hot pants underneath since you'll definitely be dancing on a podium somewhere in the club tonight. A simple pink choker and a few kandi bracelets completed the look. 

Eddie looks like he's about 30 seconds away from eating you alive. 

"What, this old thing?" You tease, giving him a twirl and a tiny curtesy with the tiniest of skirts. 

"Damn." Eddie's hand roams to his mouth, rubbing his stubbled face whilst he continues to gobble you up in his head, or at least that's what it looks like to you. You'd never known him to be speechless; he was usually the one with the witty comebacks. It was your turn to smile smugly for once. 

"If you're done perving, shall we go in?" 

"Oh I am so not done, but yeah let's go." He grins back. 

You roll your eyes at him but you're still grinning, excitement bubbling in your belly. Turning to the next set of stairs you lead the way, knowing full well Eddie's getting a choice view of your ass. 

What the hell are you doing? This has certainly swam out of the paddling pool of playful flirting and was quickly taking a deep dive somewhere. You know full well this is a Bad Idea™. The guy is a drug dealer, and you're flashing your goodies at him. You hardly knew the guy. 

A drink. It was definitely time for a drink. 

You enter the main area, a sort of meet up spot between the two dance floors. The music was quieter here, but the throb of bass could still be felt in your gut. Predictably, you spot your friends queuing at the bar. 

"What do you want to drink, Bunny?" 

"Oh, a vodka lemonade would be great, thanks." 

Eddie moves past you, close to your side since the room was heaving with people. You feel the not so subtle drag of his hand as it presses to your lower back, and dips just enough to get a feel of your ass before winking at you as he goes by. 

Well that was a bit fucking forward. Not that you didn't enjoy it, quite the opposite in fact. The fleeting touch had you biting your lip enough to taste blood. If there were still any doubts about what Eddie wanted they dissolved immediately. 

You sauntered over to your group of friends as they exited the throng of people congregating around the bar and walked with them over to a high table. No seats were free as per usual but it was at least a ledge to place drinks, and something for you to lean on. All these salacious thoughts had your knees ready to buckle. 

"Bunny! I got you a bottle of water for your party pack!" Tech practically sang out. You laugh and take it gratefully, depositing it in your little canvas bag. You know you'll need it later. 

"Thanks Tech babe." And you kiss him on the cheek. 

"Hey, calm it, I don't want guys thinking I'm straight!" He says animatedly. 

Mustard responds, "Tech, there ain't no way you come across as straight." 

"Hey, that's not true! You think I'm camp?" 

"As Christmas." Eddie's voice cuts through as he places your drink in front of you and casually throws his arm over your shoulders. Tech's eyes go wide as he not so subtly gives you a look and a nod. Panda giggles. Mustard? Well, he just looks pissed off. You notice Eddie's looking straight at him, and he's the only one who looked at Eddie and not you. You could practically smell the testosterone from here. Oh dear. 

"Bunny, you look so pretty tonight!" Panda squeaks across the table, breaking the tension. 

"Aw thanks babe, so do you, I love your top!" 

"Thank you!" Panda beams. "You look really good too Chris, by the way." Her face flushes, stealing a glance at Mustard. 

"Er, whose Chris? I only see Colonel Mustard." Tech says chuckling. Mustard throws him a murderous look. 

"Hang on, can I ask something?" Eddie asks, addressing the group. "Why do you call Bunny, well, Bunny?" 

You wince, your cheeks flushed with heat despite the lack of clothes. 

The gang look confused, glancing back and forth to each other. Panda quietly says, "I think you have to tell us, Eddie." 

"Huh?" Eddie looks puzzled, taking his arm off you for a second so he can see your face as he takes a sip of his drink. 

Typically, Tech is the one to butt right in and embarrass you. 

"Well, you gave her the name! She told us you called her Bunny and she wouldn't shut up about you and-" 

"OK Tech that's enough" you interjected, already cringing more than you are sure is healthy. 

"Oh really?" Eddie's clearly loving this. He leans on the table to get a close view of your face which you promptly hide in your hands. 

"Don't you have like, a job to do?" You say through your palms. 

Knocking his drink back, Eddie claps his hands together. 

"You're right. Whose first?" Tech sticks his hand in the air, and he and Mustard start to walk him over to the restroom to do a deal. 

"Don't think this conversation is over Bunny!" Eddie shouts over his shoulder at you. 

Panda's smile is wide. "He's cute." 

"Oh he's hot, but I don't really know him that well, you know?" 

"Yeah, but you'll never get to know him with that attitude!" 

You smile at her, she's always such a ray of sunshine. "Come on, I'm not ready to drop just yet, let's have a dance." 

You finish your drinks and make your way to the main room. The second the doors open the heat and the noise slam into your abdomen. You can practically feel the music vibrating through your lungs. The dance floor is smoky; lights are flashing and the room is heaving with dancing bodies. You shoulder barge through and find a spot for the pair of you right under the DJ booth. 

This is the reason you rave. The feeling, the music, the dancing. Being able to just let go and have no responsibilities, not a care in the world except maybe when you were going to take drugs. And when that happens, it's the same feeling but multiplied by a thousand. 

You and Panda dance away, feeling the rhythm and snatching shouted conversation in each other's ears here and there. Pretty soon you're both sweaty and laughing, and ready for a small break. 

"Bunny, I need medication, come on!" She drags you to the restroom where you sneak into a cubicle together. Fishing the little baggy out of your bra, you hand it to Panda first.

"Hearts? Cute." 

"Yeah? Eddie gave it to me. You think he meant something?" 

Panda took a bit out of the bag and put it on the toilet seat cover, smashing it into a line with a card. She passes the baggy back and you take a sizable crystal out and swallow it with the aid of some water. It tastes disgusting, but there's no way you're going to stuff something up your nose. Molly was like that, you'd grown somewhat used to it.

"Bunny, seriously, that man clearly wants you. You don't need a bag of drugs to tell you that." 

She's right of course. You're still apprehensive though. 

"It's just- well, he's a drug dealer." 

Panda snorts the line she made and wipes her nose. "Er, are you one to judge right now?" 

You laugh loudly and pass her the water. 

"You're right. I suppose a bit of fun won't do us any harm." 

"That's the spirit. Let's go have a smoke." 

You both go into the main hang out area and find a vacant sofa surprisingly. Your buzz starts to creep on slowly but surely. Panda's a bit ahead of you; the pros of snorting. 

"I really like Chris, you know." Her eyes are glassy as she tells you. 

"Oh I know. I don't think he does though. You should just take the leap." 

"Well, evening ladies." You look up and see Tech and Mustard grinning, pupils blown. 

"Nice of you to join us. Here, have a sucker, don't chew your face off." You pass the candies out to everyone, holding back a cherry one for yourself. "Where's Eddie?" 

As soon as you say that he appears, the biggest smile on his face. 

Panda bounces up. "Come on boys, I'm buzzing, let's dance." And she grabs your friends to lead them to the dance floor, throwing a wink back at you. 

"See you later Rock Star!" Tech shouts over his shoulder. 

You just about hear Mustard grumbling "why's he got a cool nickname? This some bullshit." 

Eddie flops down next to you, man spreading. You turn to him, elbow on the back of the squishy sofa, faces inches from each other. You can see from here he's clearly dropped, taken a pill or something. His pupils have grown, you can barely see the colour of his eyes. Apart from that he still looks put together. Probably more used to this sort of thing than you are. 

"So, Rock Star?" You smile at him.

"Yeah, we were talking, and some guy started talking about metal, and I said I play guitar, next thing I know I'm Rock Star. Glad it wasn't mayonnaise or something." 

You giggle at him, unwrapping your sucker and putting it in your mouth. Eddie fixates on your mouth immediately. Sensing the opportunity, you lick your tongue around it slowly, then suck hard. Letting it go with a wet pop, you look at his eyes again. 

Eddie's clearly flustered. 

"Are you- you having a good night yeah?" 

"Yeah we had a dance, I've just dropped, just waiting for it to kick in."  

Eddie reaches over to your face, fingers moments away from brushing your jaw, staring at your saccharine smeared lips. 

You hear an awkward cough to the side of you. 

"Hey, Bunny, it's DJ Skitz's set, you said you'd dance on stage?" it's Tech, hovering nearby, looking like an unwilling third wheel.  

Well shit. 

"Eddie, I've got to go. Come and watch, yeah?" 

"Couldn't drag me away sweetheart." You feel the heat pool between your legs, amplified by the drugs beginning to course through your system. 

"Come on then." In a moment of bravery, you grab his hand and lace his fingers between yours. He looks at your conjoined hands for a moment and then back up at your eyes. The look on his face is not what you were expecting. You'd grown used to the sparky wit, the smugness, the charm. Right now, he looks like a lucky little boy, shocked at the affection. You flash him a small smile and drag him into the main room and across the heaving dance floor. 

There's a small podium stage left. A girl you vaguely know is on the other side of the stage on a similar podium, a skinny redhead in yellow hot pants and pigtails. You take your position, dumping Eddie directly in front of you. 

The lights dim and your friend DJ Skitz is bathed in a spotlight. He begins his set, spinning some fast techno and hard-core that you love. Breaking out some glowsticks you lose yourself in the music, dancing, gyrating, sometimes spinning and shaking your ass. You nearly forget Eddie is there. Nearly. 

Looking down, you see him staring at you as if you hung the stars in the sky just for him. Tech's there too, wolf whistling and cheering you on. Panda and Mustard are nowhere to be seen. A part of you hopes they're off sucking face somewhere finally. 

The high is finally sinking those familiar claws into you. She's a sneaky bitch. You begin to let go at last. All the day to day bullshit, all the drama, all the hassle. Gone. You dance, just dance. Oblivious to the crowd and any expectations. Throwing yourself into the music, you dance. The thrill of the high leads you. You're guided through by the mistress of the beat. 

In almost no time at all DJ Skitz's set is over. Before you exit the stage you tell him how good the set was, how much you enjoyed it, and of course, hand him a sucker. He grins and takes it gratefully, complimenting your dance moves. 

As you are looking to get off the stage, Eddie holds out his hand to help you down. You meet him, bodies pressed together in the mess of people. 

"You wanna sit for a bit?" He asks. 

"Sure" you say as you flash a lazy grin at him. 

This time, he's the one to link hands with yours and drag you. There's not much space free given this is the lull between sets. He spots a single soft chair way off in the corner and drags you to it. 

"Mind sitting on my lap?" 

"Not at all." 

He sits, holding his arms out to you. You sink onto his lap, ass on his thighs. He wraps his arms around you and you melt into him, all social insecurities forgotten. Sparking a cigarette, he holds the butt to you, so you take a drag. Continuing like this, you share the smoke until there's nothing left. 

"So, I'm guessing you're done for the night, yeah?" You ask, staring up at him. 

"Oh, it was a very lucrative night. Might have to go out with you more often." He smiles at you. 

"Oh that can be arranged. So all out?" 

"Hmm, not quite. Two pills left. I was waiting for you, if you want one? Free of charge for the prettiest girls." He says, guiding a wayward hair out of your face. 

"Oh, how many have you given away to pretty girls, huh?" You joke, poking him in the abs. 

"None. Just you." 

The smile that creeps over you is entirely unbidden, forcing its way across your face. 

"So, you wanna go to the restroom or-" 

"Oh, I think we can be subtle eh?" He raises an eyebrow at you. Staring at him, trying to work out his next move, he fiddles with his mouth and then flashes his tongue for a fraction of a second. You see a streak of white in your vision as he guides your head towards him.

It's not a kiss, it's a transaction. You say it to yourself in your head without much enthusiasm. Leaning in, you press your mouth to his. His thick tongue pushes into your mouth, massaging your own, passing you the pill. Fingers twine their way into his wild mane as you grip on, afraid of losing a hold on reality. It would have been perfect, if it didn't taste like hairspray. 

You break away, the bitter taste of the pill too much. Gulping down water, you look at him again, taking in his flushed cheeks and heaving chest. 

"Very subtle." You quip, hitting him lightly, hand resting on his chest unwilling to move. 

"Yeah? See, I can do subtle." He says, as one large hand drifts down to cup your ass. 

'Hmm, yes, very subtle. Hardly noticed that at all sir." 

Eddie laughs, tipping his head back, giving you a full view of the veins on his neck. The feeling floods through you, making you want to dive forward to bite it. Before you can register what's happening, you're planting soft kisses to his throat. Eddie's  breath heaves even harder. 

"Holy shit Bunny, you're gonna make me hard." 

Moving reluctantly away, your eyes meet once again. The question burns in your head. 

"Why did you call me Bunny?" 

He laughs and looks awkward for a second. 

"Wait a minute?" He asks. You nod as he fiddles with his mouth again, you assume to take his last pill. He gestures at you for water and you hand it to him. Taking it gratefully, He gulps some down. You're going to have to replenish in a minute before you forget. 

"For courage." He laughs, taking your small hand in his own. 

"The family friendly version? You're sweet," he says, pressing a soft kiss to the tips of your fingers, "and cute," another kiss to the tips of your fingers, but this one lingers slightly, sending a quiver through your nerves, "and full of fucking energy, its unreal!" You laugh as he lands another kiss on your knuckles. 

"And the R rated version?" You ask, raising an eyebrow at him. 

"Well," he says, visibly steeling his courage, "I've thought about you," he says, laying another kiss, this time to your wrist, "how good you would look," another kiss, in the crook of your elbow. He brings your face to his, his breath whispering in your ear. "How you would look bouncing on my dick, over and over and over." You gasp as his teeth graze your neck, the touch electrifying you. He bites down softly, sucking a bruise into your skin as you attempt not to moan aloud.

Pulling away, his eyes search your face for your reaction. To be honest, all you're thinking right now is how soft his lips are, how much you want them pressed against yours again. Or on your neck, your collarbone, your breasts… 

"Well, you didn't run a mile. That's good." He laughs slightly awkwardly, fingers whispering against your arm, erupting goosebumps in their wake. 

"Oh, I'm not running." You reply, pulling him in for a kiss. A real kiss. Locking lips, you take your time, tongue swiping into his mouth slowly. He responds in kind, licking into you, his hand dipping into the back of your skirt. You can feel his fingers squeezing into the flesh of your butt as the kiss deepens. 

Every move is electric, making your hairs stand on end. You want to engulf him in the moment, to swallow him whole in it, to bask and revel in it, never ending. Eventually you both break away, if only to breathe. 

"I don't know if its the drugs talking, but that was fucking amazing." You say breathlessly. Laughing, he takes hold of your hand on his chest. 

"I hope not. We've not gotten to my fantasy yet." 

Biting your lip, you feel his fingers drag down the cleft of your ass, drifting dangerously close to your hole. You whimper slightly; at the feeling, at the narcotics flowing through you, at Eddie. Especially Eddie. He was like a whole new drug you'd only just started experiencing. 

"Fuck, you're perfect Bunny." He says, admiration gleaming in his eyes. 

"Hey you guys!" You turn to see Panda, hand in hand with Mustard, a stupid grin plastered across both of their faces. Panda waves their woven together hands up triumphantly at you. 

"About time!" You grin back, doing your own sheepish nod at Eddie, purely for Panda’s benefit. 

"Wanna dance?" 

You reluctantly slide off Eddie's lap and both of you make your way to the dance floor. 

He barely lets you move, hands trailing across your figure, dragging his fingertips over your bare abdomen, grasping your ass or the back of your thighs. You reply  in kind, soft digits trailing over his stomach, raking across his chest, sometimes stopping to rest on a pierced nipple,  feeling the steel of it over his shirt. 

"I don't think I've been this turned on in all my life," you admit in a frantic whisper to him. The pill he had given you had well and truly come into effect and you were basking in its golden glow. 

"Shit Bunny, you can't just say that to me!" He gasps out, tongue darting out to lick at your neck while you dance. 

"I have to touch you," he says breathlessly as he grasps your hand and leads you away from the writhing crowd. 

Leading you down a corridor he pushes open a little known restroom door and ushers you into a tiny cubicle. 

"Fuck, you are driving me crazy, shaking your ass in that little skirt" He says, fingertips grazing the inside of your thigh. The feeling is explosive, hammering through your nervous system like a freight train on steroids. You'd never had anyone touch you when you were high before, and the fact that it was Eddie had you moaning before he'd even touched your pussy. 

"Hmm, be quiet little Bunny." He laughs as he presses his body against you, fingers tracing up and over your clothed heat. You whimper, pushing your body against him urgently. 

"Please touch me Eddie," you struggle out, wiggling your hot pants and panties to the floor until they rest at your ankles. 

"Say that again" He says as he grins wickedly, fingers stroking just to the left of where you wanted him, needed him.

"Please Eddie, please touch me. I-I need you to." You whisper, fingers wrapping the front of his shirt into a tight ball. 

"I think I need that on tape" He huffs out, desire shining in his eyes. His calloused fingertips finally meet your wet heat, finding your clit with hardly any hesitation. Gasping, your eyes fly wide open, staring straight at his. 

"Oh fuck Eddie, oh God, please, oh please make me cum" you babble at him, the feel of his rough, sure hands electrifying every limb. 

"Sweetheart, you are something else," he manages to say, eyes shining. He sinks two fingers into you then as you open your mouth in a perfect o, feeling them glide into you, your velvety walls already convulsing. The heel of his hand presses deliciously onto your swollen clit as his fingers rub your g spot. 

"Holy shit! Eddie, what the- how the fuck are you so good at this?" You whisper shout at him, small hands clinging onto his shoulders. 

"I'm sure it's just the pills sweetheart," he laughs into your ear, taking your earlobe in between his teeth and sucking softly. 

Your climax builds impossibly fast, buzzing through your nerves until every part of your skin is singing for him. 

The rush is almost too much. Your head is spinning; vision pulsing with your heartbeat which feels like it's moved deep inside your cunt. 

"Eddie, oh fuck," you nearly squeal at him, eyes wide and wild. 

"Yeah? You gonna come for me, Little Bunny? Please, please come for me." His speed increases as you feel wetness squelch inside you. Reaching that precipice faster than you think you ever had, you freefall into it, gripping hard onto his shoulders. The buzz of your release sets your skin on fire, every rock of his fingers making you pulse and moan.

You come down, from this high at least. The other one, the drug fuelled one, is still firmly locked in. Eddie's eyes are fixated on yours; he's breathing as heavily as you are. 

"You are unbelievably hot, you know," Eddie says, fingers still buried in your cunt. He finally releases you and pulls you in for a devastating kiss. Tongues sliding against each other, you press your body to him, wanting to be closer. 

"Eddie, I really want you," you breathe out, fingertips pressing so hard into him they may well leave bruises. Sucking a love bite into his neck, he groans.

"Fuck. Yeah, I want you too, but maybe not in a restroom?" 

You pull away and gain eye contact, both of you giggling and high. 

"Suppose you're right," you laugh as you pull your undergarments back into position. 

"You wanna dance some more?" 

"Not right now, I feel fucked." He raises his eyebrow at you. 

"Not like that! Just super super high." You're floating right now, soaring, thoughts scare and about as substantial as dandelion fluff. 

"Oh shit you really are aren't you? Right, come on. I'll look after you." 

He leads you out of the stall and washes his hands before guiding you to a free seat in the main room which was starting to clear out a bit. Flopping unceremoniously into it, you feel your head fall to your shoulder, letting the seat engulf you in softness. 

"Wait right here, OK Bunny?" 

"Yup. Not going anywhere. Got jelly bones" You giggle and smile broadly at him. 

He shakes his head and leaves you for a moment, returning with a bottle of water. Handing it to you, you take it gratefully, feeling the cold water sips trickle down your throat. 

Eddie squishes next to you on the armchair, feeling your forehead with the back of his hand. 

"Well, you're not too warm, that's good. You got any suckers left? You want some gum or something?" 

"Hmm, gum would be splendid!" You say to him in a silly voice. Chuckling at you, he rummages in a pocket, unwrapping a stick of gum and putting it in your mouth. 

"Splendid?" 

"Yup!" You grin, chewing lazily. 

"Anything else I can do sweetheart?" 

"Please touch me." You see him pull a shocked face, looking you up and down. 

"Not like that! Just like, stroke me. My skin is all buzzy." 

Throwing his arm over your shoulder, he softly runs his fingers over your upper arm, his other hand resting on your thigh following the same movements. It feels so nice, each stroke calming and intoxicating. 

"Hmm this is so nice. Stroke the Bunny." You say as he laughs loudly at you. 

"You're fucking hilarious when you're high." 

"I'm hilarious all the time. I am a gift." You nod matter of factly at him. 

"I'll say." He plants a lingering kiss to your temple as you snuggle into him, head coming to rest on his chest. 

"Aw, look at the Bunny!" You look over and see Panda gleaming with sweat, still firmly grasping Mustard by the hand. Tech stands a little to the left, hands on his hips. 

"Is she alright?" Tech asks Eddie, looking more sober than the rest of you. 

"Yeah, she'll be OK, she's just really high." 

"OK, Bunny?" You hum in response, smiling up dopily. 

"Right, the ultimate test. Boop!" Tech says loudly, bopping you on the nose. You giggle, smiling up at him. 

"Well, she didn't cry with laughter. She's good. You wanna go home Bunny? We're about to leave." 

You frown. "Can you teleport me? I'm super cosy right now." 

"I can do the next best thing. Abracadabra, let's get a cab-a!" Tech announces, wiggling his fingers. 

You make your collective way out, grabbing your jackets. Eddie's arm stays glued around your waist making sure you're steady. 

Outside, he looks a little sad. 

"I guess I'll see you soon?" You gaze up at him in confusion. 

"Eddie, you're coming with us. After party." 

"Oh I don't know-" 

"Hey buster," you say, poking him in the chest making him laugh, "you said you'll look after me. Well we are going to Tech and Mustard's place. And you're looking after me. Got it?" 

"Yes ma'am." He smiles at you. 

After a very squished taxi ride which you're sure wasn't legal, but hey, a lot of this night wasn't, you arrive at their house and settle in. Dance music is softly playing, and Eddie's sitting on a chair. You're on the floor between his spread legs whilst he rubs your shoulders. Mustard and Panda are snuggling on the couch together, whilst Tech is laying on a bunch of cushions on the floor. A joint has been passed already between you all.

"You sure you don't wanna sit here?" Eddie asks. 

"And miss this back rub? Not in a million." You reply, reaching up to squeeze his hand. 

"Hey guys?" He asks the group. Various heads swivel to look at him. 

"Wanna play Cluedo?" Laughter erupts from everyone except Mustard. 

"Yeah yeah, laugh it up Rock Star." He says, but he's smiling as he says it. Standing up, he announces, "me and Panda, we're gonna, erm, have a nap." They take each other's hands and giggle as they leave the room. 

"I'll just turn the music up a little, shall I?" Tech shouts at their retreating backs. 

"Tech, you mind if we crash in your spare room for a bit?" You feel the pressure of Eddie's hands on your shoulders increase at your words. 

He huffs. "Oh great, I'm surrounded by couples. I'll just stick some headphones in eh?" He winks at you as you stand up taking Eddie's hand and leading him. 

You walk into the spare room, little more than a storage space. There's a few boxes stacked up and a bed, thankfully already made. As you shut the door, Eddie strokes your arm. 

"You sure about this Bunny?" His eyes are big and soft, making you remember why you crushed so hard on him in the first place. 

"Look, I'm not like, super high any more, but I'm definitely feeling it. I like you. I don't wanna think too much about it, all I know is that I wanna feel your skin on mine," you explain to him. No games, just pure honesty. 

"That does sound really good right now." He says, pulling off his shirt. You take a beat to drag your hands over his exposed chest, fingers tracing over tattoos. Running a finger across a pierced nipple, he quivers. 

"OK, fuck, yeah I'm still feeling it," he laughs slightly, eyes shutting for a moment. 

Taking the opportunity, you pull your top over your head. Eddie's eyes snap back open, staring at your lacy blue bra. There's no padding, you can feel your hardened nipples poking at the soft fabric, just barely visible through the flimsy material. 

You smile and pull your skirt and hot pants down slowly, leaving you in your bra and matching panties. 

"God damn."

Eddie's eyes are raking over your form, drinking it all in. He reaches out a hesitant hand, dragging a finger slowly over your collarbone, making your skin erupt in goosebumps. He moves his fingers slowly lower, tracing the hem of your bra, before stroking down to your nipple. The contact zings through you, making you gasp. 

Eddie smirks, hand reaching up to your bra strap, gently sliding it down your shoulder. Even that has you groaning. 

You reach forward and grab him by the belt, dragging him towards you, and tilt your head up to envelop his lips in a soft kiss. It's so delicate; a crush of lips, a flirt of tongues, edging, teasing. His hands trace your sides. Each miniscule movement whispers across your skin; a susurration of sensation.

Fiddling with his belt you dip your fingers into the waistband of his jeans. 

"Can I take these off?" 

"Fuck yes" Eddie says, large palms running up your sides, thumbs reaching out to graze your breasts. Fiddling with his belt you just about manage to unfasten it, unbutton his jeans and pull them down. He's wearing loose fitting boxers, but even so you can clearly see the sizable tent his hard member is making. You run your fingers over it gingerly, tracing the outline, and gently take it in a loose grip, rubbing up and down. 

"Jesus Christ that feels so good," he says, voice nearly a whisper. 

He reaches behind you and unclips your bra with one hand. It's so fast you look up at him in shock. 

"Oh shit, er- can I take this off?" 

You laugh out loud. "Well, you might as well now!" 

"Sorry, too excited" He laughs back, and peels the garment off your form. His laughter dies in his throat at the sight of your bare chest. 

You're all poised to make a joke but he doesn't give you a chance. Falling to his knees in front of you, he gently strokes at your breasts with his hands, and you feel his hot breath on your nipple. As he licks pointedly over it you can't help but tremble at the feeling, it's just so intense. 

Suddenly he takes it into his mouth and sucks. The moan that forces its way out of your throat is husky and laced with need. He plants open mouthed kisses all over your naked chest and stomach, sometimes nipping with his teeth, sometimes sucking a minute bruise. You quiver, feeling like your legs are about to give way. 

It's almost ridiculous how amazing it feels; a hot weight settles in the pit of your stomach, wanting to lash itself out into the world. Then he's sucking your nipple again, swirling his thick tongue around it. Everything's tingling; your whole body feels like a live wire. He takes the other nipple in his mouth and you whimper. A familiar feeling is building in you but you are almost scared to believe it. 

Surely he can't make me come without even touching my pussy? 

The thought is incredulous, but the feeling mounts as your legs wobble in time with the shaky breaths you're taking. 

"Eddie, Holy shit," you gasp out, fingers winding into his hair and tugging. He moans and doubles down on his ministrations, tweaking your nipple hard and running his knuckles over the hardened nub. 

"I think, fuck, I'm gonna-" the words are lost in a cry of his name as you reach a pinnacle you didn't even realise was possible. 

Taking ragged, heaving breaths you look down at him. He looks almost as shocked as you feel. 

"Did you just…?" 

"Yep." 

"Really?" The look on his face is half surprised and half smug at this point. 

"Hey it's news to me too!" 

He laughs and stands, picking you up in the process, and lays you down on the bed. 

"Bunny, that was really hot." Standing at the edge of the nightstand, he's staring at your nearly nude form as if it were some work of art. You take the opportunity to take your jewellery off and leave it in a pile on the bed. 

"I didn't know I could do that." You smile at him, shrugging. 

"I didn't know anyone could do that!" 

Pretty soon you're both laughing as he gets on the bed next to you. 

"I hope I wasn't too loud." 

Eddie snorts a laugh. "Bunny, be quiet for a sec and listen." 

You snuggle into him and listen. Oh. 

"Is she- squeaking?" You press your lips together, willing yourself not to laugh. Eddies shaking under you with barely contained amusement. Soon after there's a definite grunting noise. 

"Oh God I hope Techs put headphones on or he's gonna be scarred for life!" 

Peals of laughter erupt from the both of you. 

Laying there, stroking each other's skin, you feel more comfortable with Eddie than you've ever felt with any other man. This just feels right. There was no other way to explain it. Giving him a feather light dusting of kisses to his jaw, you realise your hand is roaming further and further south, reaching the waistband of his boxer shorts. You run your fingers across the very edge of it, dipping into the hem oh so slightly. Abs tense under your touch. 

"Quit teasing Bunny," Eddie says; he's almost bucking into your touch, willing your hand to go lower. You ping his underwear with your finger, watching it snap back onto his skin making him jump. 

"Can I take-" the sentence is cut short however, as Eddie pulls his boxers down and flings them across the room. Giggling, you look down. And stop giggling. 

"Jesus Eddie, it's huge!" You thought it was big given you felt it earlier, but seeing is most definitely believing. No wonder he's so confident all the time.

"Flatterer." He quips back, but you can tell how pleased he is with your words. Moving to straddle him, you rub your thinly clad core against it, earning a heavy moan from each of you. Eddie's hands grasp your hips and run inside your panties. 

"Take these off before I rip them off." You gasp at his words and look into his eyes. 

"Please?" He adds almost sheepishly. You smile and lean awkwardly to the side, pulling them off and away. You're straddling him then, entirely naked, soaking pussy dragging along his throbbing cock. Eddie's eyes nearly roll into the back of his head, firm hands holding onto the meat of your thighs, helping you glide back and forth. 

"Im- I'm on the pill. I'm clean. I promise. Can I just- slip it in?" You ask sweetly, dragging your hands up and down his lean sides. 

"Er, I think I've hit my head and I'm making this all up. Say that again for me, Bunny?" 

You giggle, and lean over him, breath whispering into the shell of his ear. 

"I wanna fuck you raw. Can I? Pretty please?" 

He groans so low it's almost a growl, pulling your face toward him for an urgent kiss. His tongue massaging yours and the drag of his pulsing cock rubbing against your clit is setting off fireworks in your head. 

You slide and slide against him, when his cock slips inside. You wish you could have the noise Eddie makes in your mouth on record; it's low and primal, a violent hum. You tease him a little, giving him tiny kitten licks in his mouth as you circle just the tip, and take in a little more, a little more. Suddenly pushing your hips down he practically whimpers, eyes scrunching shut as he's fully seated inside you. 

"Holy shit, Bunny what the- how is this so good, fuck!" 

You have to agree, the feeling of him deep inside you has you fluttering already, cunt throbbing around his manhood. 

You move to lift off him slightly, and slam back down. 

"Bunny, please, go slow," he says, his eyes pleading with you as his fingers grip you tightly. 

"I was trying to fulfil a certain fantasy?" You smile at him, and begin to grind back and forth at a languid pace. 

"And I appreciate that," he says as you giggle. His large hands run across your skin, running over your sides, your stomach, your breasts. Each touch has you moaning, back arched in pleasure. 

"This is too good Bunny. I want it to last." 

Continuing your slow, deep pace, you feel your swollen clit singing, dragging across his pubic hair on each pass. The feeling transcends any sex you'd had before. It wasn't in the same league. Hell, it wasn't even the same game. You lean towards him, hands tucking underneath his muscular shoulders, holding him close to you. 

"Have you had sex when you were high before?" You whisper to him as you grind deliciously back and forth and nibble on his earlobe. 

"Yeah, but not as good as this. This is fucking incredible," he responds, planting kisses over your jaw line. 

Your orgasm is creeping closer and closer as you moan in his ear. 

"I can feel you shaking baby. You gonna come?" 

You can only nod against his neck as he holds you close. 

"Look at me. Eyes on me Bunny." 

You lift your head, foreheads nearly touching. Your whole body is quivering, mouth hanging open. The hotness in your stomach is turning to liquid fire, reaching out to lick over your limbs. 

"That's it baby, let go." 

As if your body was waiting for permission, you feel yourself become truly overwhelmed by your own pleasure, exploding through you with an intensity unmatched by anything you've ever felt before. And it just keeps coming. Rolling over you in delectable waves for what feels like forever. 

Finally, the waves begin to ebb. Your legs are shaking uncontrollably as you try to regain some semblance of breath. 

"Wow." Is all you can manage. He smiles up at you, reaching to rub his thumb up and down your jaw, settling the softest of kisses to your lips. 

"Right, hold on Bunny." 

You're clinging to him as he turns you over until you're underneath him, his narrow hips slotted between your legs, without ever leaving your cunt. 

"Smooth," you say, smiling at him.

"Well, I try." He grins back, grasping one of your hands with his and holds it over your head, fingers entwined as he slowly pumps in and out of you. His other hand is hoisting your leg around him, keeping your knee high. You're in rhythm with each other, moving as one, meeting his hips again and again. 

Each thrust of his hips has you keening into him, sending more waves of intense pleasure coursing through your nerves. 

"Eddie, oh God!" You grasp at his shoulder, fingernails biting into his flesh. 

"Come with me my Bunny, come with me, oh fuck!" 

You come together, the feeling of him throbbing his release into you sending you over that edge once again. 

He nearly collapses onto you, barely holding himself up on an elbow as he brings his lips to yours. You kiss, and kiss, and kiss again. 

"That was incredible," he whispers on your skin, nose nudging yours. 

"Splendid" you grin back at him, making him chuckle. 

"Wait, let me clean you up. Where's the bathroom?" 

"First door on the right. There's a wash rag on the bedside table." 

"Your friends really look after you, don't they?" He smiled, grabbing the cloth and donning his boxers. 

He returns moments later and wipes at you with such care, cleaning you up. 

Whipping his underwear off again, he snuggles up behind you in bed. You were finally starting to feel a little tired, but you know it'll be a couple of hours before you can sleep with the ecstasy in your system.

Not that you minded. This was heaven right here, Eddie's warmth pressing against you, leaving paper trace kisses over your shoulder. 

"Eddie," you say in a moment of bravery, "what are we?" 

"I thought you didn't want to think about it." He says. You can hear the smile in his voice. His arm moves over your side, hand coming to rest on your own. 

Honestly, you're not sure why you'd said it. Well, there was one reason. You're not sure you could deal with this being a one night stand. The sex was too incredible for that. 

"I know I said that, it's just- I don't want this to be it." 

"Hmm," he hums into your shoulder, "what are we?" He leaves a soft kiss, "we're friends." You scoff a laugh and go to turn to him, but he holds you fast. 

"Let me finish. We're friends," he continues, kissing your shoulder again, "friends who fuck," another kiss, a lingering one that makes your toes curl, "daily." You giggle, lacing your fingers with his. 

"Friends who go on dates occasionally," he says, beginning to kiss at your neck. His length is hardening, you can feel it rubbing against the flesh of your ass. "friends who don't sleep with anyone else." He finishes, teeth nipping at your neck. 

The grin that flows across your features comes unbidden and nearly surprises you.

"Eddie?" He only hums in response, starting to suck a bruise into your neck, his dick falling into the cleft of your butt as he pushes against you.  

"I think that sounds a lot like-" you begin but he shushes you softly. 

"You said you don't wanna think. So don't." He unlocks hands with you, fingers tracing down your abdomen and gently sliding between your wet lips. Gasping as he lightly rubs against your clit, you buck against his throbbing length. 

"You are so sexy, you know that?" He huffs, slipping his member between your legs.

"Me? You're hot Eddie." He snorts in disbelief. 

"Why didn't you ask me out?" You ask, as you feel the tip begging for entry. 

"Hey, I tried to charm the pants off you." He said, nipping your earlobe. 

"Well, I suppose it worked, but I thought you were just like that with all the girls" you reply, allowing him to slip inside you. 

Moaning in unison, you rock against him. His breath is a whisper in your ear.

"No. Just you."

You keen at his words and he doubles down on his efforts on your clit forcing you to grip onto the bed sheets for dear life as if you'd float away. 

"Eddie, fuck that's- that's so good" you purr, backing into him. 

"You gonna come for me Bunny? My little Bunny? Go on, come for me," his voice is bordering on begging, rubbing tight circles on your swollen clit. Crying out, you clench around his cock, releasing again. 

Grabbing you by the hip, he thrusts harder into you, again and again, until he's moaning his orgasm out, burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

Bringing his hand up to your face, you drag your lips over his knuckles, settling warm kisses over each one. 

"You know, I don't really know you, not really," you smile. 

"Well, get to know me. What do you want to know?" 

"I don't even know how old you are. 28? 29?" You guess, kissing him again. 

He slips out from you and coaxes you to turn so you can curl into his chest. 

"31 actually." 

"Well, see that's a deal breaker, sorry," you joke, fingers tracing his chest tattoos. 

"Well, we had a good run," he responds in kind, kissing you on the forehead. 

You're not entirely certain where this is going, what the future may hold, but right now you're just happy to be in Eddie's arms. 

Masterlist

@eddiemunsons-missingnipple @corrodedhawkins @lunatictardis @roanniom @pxrxcxa @sillypurplemurple @sinczir @lightvixxen @eddiemunsonfuxks

[braxlrose]

Hi! So idk if you’re taking requests, but could you write something for (2007) Bill with a gf who’s in the thicker side? Again, if you aren’t taking requests it’s no biggie, just a suggestion!

—anon☮️

Yes!! I love this sm, I'm definitely not super skinny so I love requests like these.

Ty ☮️ anon!!

2007 Bill w/ a thick gf

sfw

when you two first met, you really liked him

i mean really liked him

at first you were a bit scared he wasn't going to like you because it's the 2000s and most of the women he meets are practically sticks

but honestly

bill likes his women to be on the thicker side

this man loves flirting w/ you in front of other girls who try and flirt with him

he likes to let you know in a subtle way he doesn't want anybody but you

he loves holding hands w/ you because he thinks you hands are just so cute.

they're soft and squishy and so different from his long, slender hands

he loves it

he loves holding your face whenever you kiss because your cheeks are just so soft

he loves giving you kisses on your forehead or cheeks because it makes you flushed and he loves how your face gets are all red

if you have shoulder length hair, he loves to put them into little braids on the side of your head because he thinks they frame your face perfectly

if hes not hugging you from behind, he loves to grip the fat on your hips and place his head on top of yours

he absolutely HATES it whenever anybody says something to you

whether its straight up

or passive aggressive

he won't let anybody say something about your body if its rude

like this one time when you two were out at the store getting snacks and you heard some girls pointing and laughing at you

bill was furious

now its bill

so its not like he went all crazy

but he turned around and glared at them until they noticed.

"Do you need something?" He said in a condescending tone to them.

Bro would insult them in the most passive aggressive tone EVER

"Oh mein gott! You guys are soooo right? i can't believe everybody isn't a whiny, bratty, stuck up bitch like us and practically a stick like figure on the verge of dying because we like puking our food afterwards! Haha soooo funny!"

That shut them up QUICK

He's just sweet like that

He honestly just loves your curves so much because he loves giving you hugs

and your curves just make the hugs 10x better

there is so much more to hug and he just loves it

when you two are cuddling

omg

hes so happy

if you two are spooning, he's the big spoon and he loves to wrap his arms around your stomach

if that makes you uncomfortable, he'll tell you he doesn't care about your rolls, but if you don't want him too, he'll move his arms

he just wants you to be happy

he'd never want to change anything about you EVER

If you two are cuddling while facing each other

it can go two ways

you laying on top of him

or him laying on top of you

after you two have a shower this is his favorite way to cuddle

it makes him so happy because if you're laying on top, you have your face curled into his neck and he can listen to your soft breathing

if he's on top, he likes to have his face curled into your neck

or his head laying on your chest

he loves laying on your chest so much

its just so soft and he falls asleep every time

speaking of showers

the first time you two were gonna shower together you were a bit nervous of him seeing your body

but he assured you he loves you so so so much

and he loves your body and would never want anything else

once you two are in the shower he loves to wash your body

he gets out his soap and loofa and will lather your entire body until he's sure you're nice and clean

he also just loves looking at your body ;)

he'll wash your face for you

and scrub shampoo and conditioner in your hair

hes so in love w/ you omgggggg

he literally loves it when you sit on his lap, whether its sideways or your face laying in the crook of his neck, he doesn't care

he loves the weight and loves holding your thighs when you sit on him

speaking of thighs

he loves watching you walk around your guys' hotel room in just a thigh t shirt and underwear

you have thick thighs, and they just look so good

which brings us

nsfw

back to your thighs

he likes to lay between them when you two are watching tv

they're just so soft he can't help it

he can't help wanting to turn his head around and eat you out like hes on death row and you're his last meal

he will literally spend so much time just teasing you on the outside of your underwear just so you wrap your thighs around his head

hes got a thing for asphyxiation, so whenever he's going down on you and you have you hand in his hair pushing his face down on you and your thighs wrapped all the way around his head

he gets SO horny

he gets to the point where he ruts his dick into the mattress while eating you out

it just feels so fucking good

SIT ON HIS FACE

he doesn't care about air

"breathing is for pussies."

He said about a minute before he had your cunt on his face, with his nose brushing against you clit

you came so hard

his tongue game gets like 100x better when you're sitting on his face

again

i think its the asphyxiation thing

if you two 69

he will cum SO FAST

with your hand and mouth on his dick and your cunt on his face

he wouldn't be able to handle it all

as i said before

he loves showers

so shower fucking is a big yes

he holds your thighs and can go so deep in you, its crazy

ride him

he loves how you look on top of him

now bill is more of a top than a bottom

but you just look so hot above him

he likes to have his hands gripping your waist and they usually end up coming up to your boobs too

if he notices you're getting tired, he'll ask if you wanna switch positions

if yes, he'll go back on top and finish the job

if no, he'll steady you on top w/ his hands and make sure you don't fall over

now this man is a boobs and thighs kinda guy, so when he finishes he likes to cum either inside of you

on your cunt

on your thighs

or on your boobs

it doesn't really matter to him

he just loves how good you look w/ his cum dripping on you

[katiekatdragon27]

Me when I have Rain World brain rot but I use (custom) Rayman skins for gameplay and I have baby Minimus in one game and baby Rayman and Globox in another.

So the answer is more Ray World art lol.

Also, I want this to be my response to people asking, "Can you draw anything other than teensies?" Like, yeah, I can *sweats while drawing slugcat teensies instead*

Minimus is a tough leader and hunter on the surface, but in reality, he's just a cuddlebug friend who is unaware of many things and forgets boundaries on occasion.

Goth is a young, skinny, small, malnourished scug who's body physically can't withstand a lot of pressure (thanks dying and Rubicon), so this is very painful for him. However, he does like the physical contact, so he keeps his pain squeaks to a minimum (usually to his detriment).

He'll... probably be fine, I'm sure. He'll just respawn next cycle no biggie.

Progress photos below cut:

Have a good one, and feel free to ask any questions :)

[azlan-snow]

Broadcast Husbands

Chapter Thirteen: The King Of Hell

(Told from Lucifer’s POV)

As I head to the hotel, I begin to make a list of all that I need to apologize for to Charlie. I didn’t realize how much damage I’ve done to my poor girl. But, she’s all about redemption, right? Right? Facing Charlie is the hardest thing I need to do, so socializing will be a breeze, right?

I enter the hotel, greeting Charlie with a large smile.

“CHARLIE!”

“Hi Dad!” She hugs me, knocking my hat off my head in the process. I go to pick it up when it disappears.”

“There you are, your Majesty. Nice and visible.” 

I see the red demon from last night, holding my hat and placing it on my head, adjusting it accordingly.

“Who’re you?”

“Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure.”

“It’s a pleasure to be meeting you as well.”

“And this is Vox, Alastor’s husband!”

“Husband?”

“Happily married, your Eminence. It’s a pleasure to be meeting the First Fallen and King of Hell.”

I wince at the last statement, hurt by what he said.

“I meant no disrespect, My King,” Vox says, kneeling on the floor. “It was truly a compliment!”

“It’s fine,” I say, trying not to feel hurt. “Who are the rest of your friends?”

“This is Angel, Husk, and Niffty.”

I instantly freeze at the last name. Ons I could never forget. I see the small girl run towards me and grin once she reaches my feet. But she doesn’t say anything. She just stares at me, her singular eye baring holes right into me.

“Don’t mind her, your Excellency. It just means she likes you,” Alastor says, a similar sadistic smile on his face. 

“Uh huh.”

“Dad. Guess what?”

“What, honey?”

“Al, Husk, and Vox are all Overlords!”

“What?! You befriended Overlords? Why?”

“Vox and Al liked my idea of redemption and Husk was willing to give it a shot!” 

I turn to look at the three, smiles sincere except for Husk, who looks exhausted.

“Nice ta’ meet’cha, Short King. The name’s Angel Dust.” The skinny fellow offers me his lower right hand, his gold tooth sticking out like a sore thumb. 

I notice his pink smoke chain before asking as I shook his hand, “Who owns your soul? I noticed your chain.” Angel seemed caught off guard by the question, releasing my hand and shivering.

“Valentino. That fuckin’ moth does.”

“Who’s he?”

“An overlord. Known for his adult films and prostitution, I’m afraid,” Al answers, disappointment on his fence.

“His sin’s lust, huh?"

“I believe so.”

I turn back to Angel, who’s look has saddened drastically. “Would you like to be free?”

He looked down at me, eyes filled with desperation, before filling with worry. “I don’t want anyone here to get hurt. He might think it was Charlie and come afta’ her.”

“I’ll handle that. Do you want to be freed?” 

He paused once more, giving it more thought, before answering “Yes. I do.”

“Okie Dokie!” I grasp Angel’s chain and squeeze it, shattering it to a million pieces. Angel looked at me, relieved and in tears, hugging me tightly, picking me up and squeezing, in tears. “Thank you,” he mumbled into my shoulder. “Thank you so much. How can I ever repay you?” he asks, putting me back on solid ground.

“No biggie! I’m just glad I can help!”

“Dad,” Charlie says, thankful for my help, “This is my girlfriend, Vaggie.”

“Girlfriend?” Charlie nods in agreement. “Put er’ the re, Maggie! It’s lovely to meet my daughter’s lover!” 

“It’s Vaggie, sir. And it’s lovely to meet you as well,” she says while shaking my hand. As soon as they meet, I could tell she was like me: Fallen. She could too. My smile softens at something I am able to relate to, and she grins knowingly. We release, and I turn back to the other residents. “Shall we get this tour started?”

As Charlie and Vox show me around, I begin to notice how much has changed since I gave Charlie the building. The way she looks at her friends, like family, how she connects to the other people so well, because she too, is imperfect. Because of me. All her hurt and pain that she’s masking, is because of me and Lilith. If we hadn’t done those things, we would still be closer. But I can’t  undo the past. I need to make up for it now.

“Charlie.”

“Yeah Dad?”

“I want to apologize.”

“ What for? You haven’t done anything.”

“That’s exactly what I need to apologize for. I haven’t done anything for you in the last couple of centuries. I shut myself away, hoping that your mother would come back, when I already knew that she wasn’t.”

“What are you tallking about, Dad?”

“ She left us because of me, not you. I want you to know that none of this is your fault. It’s mine.”

“Dad, none of this is your fault.”

“It’s not yours, either, Charlie.”

“I know, Dad.”

“I’m so sorry, Charlie.” I burst into tears, crashing to the floor in front of Charlie, begging for her forgiveness.. She knelt beside me, embracing me tightly.

“I forgive you, Dad. I know it wasn’t your fault. It’s going to be okay.” We sit there for a solid minute or two as I released the guilt that I had been holding onto but was never man enough to admit it. 

“I’m going to do better, Charlie. Maybe even stay here.”

“You would move in?!”

“Only if you want me to.”

“That would be amazing!”

“Okay then!” I turn to the TV man, who’s just been listening to us sob and cry for a solid 10 minutes.

“My good man, would you be so kind and accompany me to a room that I can claim?”

“Of course, sire.” He leads me down to a large suite, unlocks the door and displays the empty room. “My room is next door if you need me or Al, your Majesty.”

“Vox, hold on. I’m not done with you yet.”

“Oh? How may I be of assistance?”

“Charlie. And Angel. They are friends, correct?”

“Yes. Angel was the first resident and has stayed here for a year.”

“I just can’t figure out why Charlie didn’t free him herself.”

“She has the capability to do that?”

“Of course she does! She’s my daughter!”

“She might be unaware. She’s never dealt with a soul contract, from what I can tell.”

“Good. No one should even be able to wield her soul in the first place.”

“Why would that be an issue?”

“Charlie’s half angel, half human. She’s the only one of her kind and has the strength to cripple Heaven if she desired. But her soul is too pure to even achieve such a thing.”

“Interesting.”

“But this will stay between us, yes?”

“Of course, your Grace.”

“Thank you.”

“I shall leave you to your room then.” Vox leaves, shutting the door behind him gently. I begin to shape the room like my workshop in the palace, covered in rubber ducks, but organized. Charlie would have my head if it wasn’t. They lie on a shelf, each one in order of creation date. A bed large enough, even though I’m rather small. My wings take up most of the space. A table, filled with bits and pieces for making rubber ducks, and pictures of my beloved daughter. Once I finish, I lay on the bed, exhausted from the entire day. I hear small four knocks on the door. I open it to see Angel, standing tall above me. “Can I help you?”

“Your Majesty, I wanted to thank you. For freeing me. I made this for you.” He hands me a knitted portrait of Charlie and I, showcasing her beautiful smile, and our signature clown cheeks.

“Thank you, An-”

“Anthony. I am finally free from that name: Angel Dust. I can use my actual name now.”

“Then thank you, Anthony,” I exclaim, sincerity in my voice as I begin to cry once again. I know, I’m a mess. 

“I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s happy tears, Anthony. Tears of joy. This is the first gift I’ve had in a very very long time. And the most considerate, too.”

“Oh.Thanks, your Majesty.”

“Call me Lucifer. It’s the least I can do.”

“You’ve done so much. Charlie hasn’t stopped smiling since you said you would move in. She’s also gone a little stir crazy from the last few days.”

“That’s my girl. If you’re not crazy, you shouldn’t be down here.” Angel laughs wholeheartedly at my joke before speaking again.

“Also, Charlie wants me to tell you that it’s time to eat.”

“I’ll be right down.” Angel walks away, waving at me to hurry up as he continues. I rush to change, putting on a more casual outfit, and head downstairs. 

At the table was a whole different breed of crazy. Everyone was talking and eating. My seat next to Charlie was chill, thankfully. She only asked the occasional question of if I liked the food Alastor made. He’s an impressive cook, I’ll give him that. But I plan on making Charlie my signature pancakes. The only thing I can cook, and cook well. But today was a good day after all.

[luv33lz]

I literally HATE when skinny ppl who KNOW they’re skinny eat a burger or chips and say “omg I’m such a biggie!!” shut up. shut up. shut up. you literally can eat whatever you want and not gain weight. you have no idea how many people would kill to look like you.

[hostilemuppet]

The Twitter Drama AU Timeline

finally, after months, we finally have a timeline. this is not exhaustive (i tried to mainly include the super important parts, and some less important parts i thought were REALLY funny), and is probably only 75% accurate due to the non-linear nature we wrote the fic in to begin with, but it is better than nothing! updated as of chapter 10 (low hanging fruits)

12th March 2023: Tiny Diamond is born, Creek is his other dad, which is kept a secret from everyone except Guy and Creek.

November 2023: The events of Band Together, almost completely identical. Following which, Brozone get back together and start working on their reunion album. Now that Branch is in the spotlight, Barb is forced to acknowledge her ex girlfriend (one night stand) Poppy is a lot happier with a transfem butch, which sparks Barb’s descent into terfism. Val and Creek briefly see each other.

December 2023: John Dory gets his Twitter confiscated by Clay. Floyd gets his sex tape leaked (by Creek). Clay throws Viva under the bus for the first time. Clay accidentally gets Bruce accused of cheating on his wife, but they pin it on Branch, who just organised a fake breakup with Poppy because he was uncomfortable with all the smutfic. Riff leaves Barb’s band, and collabs with Creek but calls him an asshole. Velvet gets out of prison and writes a callout thread on Floyd. Floyd gets cancelled for the first time. Creek and Floyd start seeing each other in secret.

January 2024: Val publicly comes out as nonbinary and is kicked out of Barb’s band, then outs Barb as a nepo baby as revenge. JD tries to sneak back onto stantwt but is doxxed. Floyd tells Branch about his relationship with Creek; Branch is surprisingly fine with it as long as Creek is suffering, and boy does he suffer.

February 2024: A misunderstanding leads everyone to think Branch broke up with Poppy because he’s a gay man. He comes out as a lesbian but is immediately met with vitriol of both the exclusionist and transmisogynistic varieties. Barbtwt have a bone to pick with Hickory but he comes out on top. Clay throws Viva under the bus again but this time she's had enough, and releases an expose video on him and kicks him out of the pod. Viva and Floyd become BFFs.

March 2024: Dating rumours about Smidge and Poppy start, which Smidge does nothing to help. Barb accuses Smidge’s actual boyfriend of being a pedophile, and gets ratio’d. Creek and Floyd go public with their relationship.

June 2024: Guy Diamond gets into controversy after soliciting a camgirl and his family vlog channel goes on hiatus. Clay and Viva get back together, and Viva records revenge porn of him to “keep him in line”.

August 2024: Biggie gets into mild controversy that escalates into cancelation when he responds in character as Mr Dinkles. Clay and Vivas relationship becomes undeniably abusive, but they’re really good at hiding it.

September 2024: Floyd and Creek get married! Satin & Chenille have Velvet on their podcast. Guy Diamond gets cancelled after being outed as Pro-Life. 

15th December 2024: Floyd and Creek have twins, Brad and Angelina [LASTNAME]-[LASTNAME2-.

April 2025: Creek and Floyd drop all pretences of thinking they’re a healthy couple.

12th May 2025: Creek aborts his second egg. They would have been named Shiloh. Floyd is distraught and gets harassed on Twitter again for being Pro-Life.

August 2025: Creek and Floyd divorce.

September 2025: It comes to light that DJ Suki is stealing from her niece CJ.

December 2025: Creek and Floyd get back together. Val stops hiding their racism from twitter and get doxxed by KPop fans. They have to live with their mother.

January 2026: Harper starts drawing Bruce as a transphobic caricature, a skinny feminine twink.

February 2025: Viva stops taking birth control. Branch gets doxxed for the first time (by Cloud Guy). Dante starts stalking Branch.

March 2026: jdtwt find out that JD used to have a thing with Delta Dawn, and harass her a bit. The two get back in touch, and Delta tells JD that they actually had a kid together (Holly Darling). JD is thrilled about being a dad. Holly is initially apprehensive but eventually comes around. JD gives Delta Cooties (it’s okay, there’s a cure). Sky Toronto buys Twitter.Crimp gets run off the internet for uncomfortable roleplay with Tiny Diamond (pretending to be 14). Velvet gets cancelled for workplace abuse. Smidge starts queerbaiting by selling merch of referencing her and Poppy’s fake relationship.

April 2026: Tiny Diamond reveals he is not actually 14, he is physically 3 years old (but for our purposes he is functionally 9 because Trolls age weird). He loses all his OOMFs (CJ, Preiscilla, Keith (all approx 13)) and has his account suspended. Branch gets really jealous over Smidge and publicly shittalks her. He and Poppy “get back together” but set the “boundary” that any smutfic about either of them can only be Broppy (obviously not everyone follows this rule).

May 2026: Cloud Guy leaks Smidge’s miscarriage after being paid off by Barbtwt. Branch gets doxxed for the third time. Poppy demands Sky Toronto take action so he permabans Cloud Guy’s IP. Cloud Guy goes to live with his parents.

June 2026: Gust Tumbleweed is violently homophobic to Synth during an LGBT charity event, but faces no consequences because he starts flirting with his fellow straight male friends again. Poppy gets sick of Dante stalking Branch so she prepares to take matters into her own hands. Holly Darlin starts selling snake oil, from the same company that supplies for Satin & Chenille. Holly and Satin start dating.

July 2026: Satin & Chenille (both Creek’s exes) are invited to the Floyd and Creek household for dinner to ‘bury the hatchet’, where they witness blackmailable activities and force them both to come on their podcast and embarrass themselves (mostly Floyd).

August 2026: Demo falls in love with Gust after being flirted with for several months, breaks up with his current girlfriend (DJ Suki) and gets very VERY aggressively turned down by Gust. Dante sends a glitter bomb to Branch’s pod, so Poppy beats him up, but Dante calls the cops on her and she faces legal trouble. Harper starts drawing Creek as a trans man, even though Creek is a cis man, because she felt like it. It catches on. Biggie gets cancelled for something unspecified but really, really bad.

September 2026: Guy Diamond faces controversy for thinking Troll babies sleeping in beds causes Autism, which he got from Creek, who he used to date and is now interested in again. Clay starts nearing his brink wrt Viva and stays with JD for a bit. Viva finds an egg in her hair, which she soon loses (19th). Cloud Guy kills himself. Biggie overdoses while playing Overwatch. Veneer gets hit by a bus.

October 2026: Sky Toronto and Nova Swift get divorced (she leaves him for a trans Troll). Branch and Poppy get an egg, and Viva is the first they tell, so she manipulates them into thinking they’d be awful parents and she can take care of it for them. Viva uses the egg to convince Clay to come home.

31st October 2026: The egg Viva stole from Branch and Poppy hatches. Their name is Ha’Penny Hatch. Since the kid looks nothing like either “parents”, Clay figures that Viva cheated on him and finally goes grey.

November 2026: Harper deletes all her socials when her proship side account is found. Gust tricks Demo into thinking his feelings are finally returned, only to crush his heart again publicly during a subathon.

December 2026: BrozoneRonpa resurfaces. Branch accidentally says something offensive about Guy Diamond publicly, and Guy capitalises on the potential controversy, which leads to intense Guy VS Floyd beef (they are both interested in the same man (only Floyd is married to him). Nova Swift moves to Mount Rageous, leaving S&C in need of a podcast producer, and Fuzzbert is their only hope but expects a big paycheck.

January 2027: Guy Diamond reveals that Tiny Diamond is actually Creek’s son. Floyd goes to stay with Branch. Bruce finds out the real reason Clay went grey and his immediate plan is to fake Clay’s suicide and take him with him to Vacay Island. JD, Viva and Penny are the only members of Clay’s immediate family who don’t know he’s still alive. Clay’s funeral is livestreamed on Twitch. Holly Darlin’s newly rekindled relationship with her dad is halted in its infancy. 

[praetoravila]

lolive + 41 for the short fic meme — @xoteajays

She was seeing things. That was the only logical explanation for this. There was no way that she was awake right now.

There was a boy in her bedroom. A boy who seemed like he almost glimmered. He was wearing a grey long sleeved t-shirt, with a lighter grey vest over top. Skinny jeans to match.

How the hell he wasn’t sweating in the LA heat, she didn’t know.

“Who the fuck are you?” She asked, and he looked at her, confusion written on his face.

“I’m Logan. This is my apartment.” Olive scoffed, her curls falling into her face as she stared at him. She brought one hand up to force her hair behind her ears, the other still clutching onto the lit Jesus candle that Wren forced her to keep in her room for good luck and fortune.

Clearly the candle was doing a shit job.

“No.” She said, glaring at the boy. “This is my apartment. There hasn’t been anyone named Logan who lived here.”

The boy shook his head. “No way. Me and my best friends just moved in here. Two weeks ago.”

Olive’s brow furrowed. “You’re insane. The last people to live in this apartment lived here in the late 90s. It’s 2010. That’s over a decade ago.”

Logan looked at her, his brow furrowed. “What do you mean it’s 2010.” Olive felt like her heart stopped.

Great. Not only did she have a ghost, it was a ghost who was confused on what decade it was.

“It’s 2010? October 13th.” She said in reply, and Logan’s mouth gaped. He had surprisingly soft looking lips for a teenage boy, she thought, and then immediately pushed that thought out of her head. She was not supposed to be thirsting over a ghost.

“It’s supposed to be 1997. That’s the year. Bill Clinton is president. Biggie was murdered in March. Men In Black just came out this summer.” The boy looked 10 times more flustered than he had to begin with.

Olive shrugged. “That all happened almost 13 years ago. You really aren’t supposed to be here aren’t you?”

“Ya think!” Logan yelled. Olive glared at him and he simmered down. “Sorry.”

“Alright Casper, let’s figure out how to get you back where you’re supposed to be.” Olive looked down at her bunny slippers and sleep shorts. She had the startling realization that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and that her pajama top, a stupid frilly lace camisole that Wren had gifted her for Christmas wasn’t very opaque.

It seemed that Logan realized that as well, and she could feel his eyes lowering from her face and zoning in on her chest. She crossed her arms over her chest, cheeks flushed. “After I change out of my pjs.”

[grlrituals]

please learn how to draw plus sized people. skinny aradia and terezi is embarrassing and makes you look retarded. biggie.

??? 1st of all, homestuck characters dont have a canon body type. second that terezi drawing is our tz's faceclaim?? hello?????

people draw hs characters with many diverse body types. I feel like this goes without saying? just because someone doesnt headcanon characters the same way you do, doesnt mean theyre necessarily drawing them "wrong".

[satoruoo]

small world, all her friends know me !

VIA !! ; sixteen ; she/her ; oldest sibling ; black ; ENTP

✗ LOVES : music, my friends, animals, talking, anime, clothes, food, apple desserts, summer, the beach, roblox, genshin impact, sims, dogs, lip glosses, perfume, mascara, 90's fashion, movies/tv shows.

✗ HATES : spiders, skinny jeans, coffee, slow walkers, loud chewers, maths, people wit bad hygiene, romcoms, being alone, drama starters, people who can't accept that people have differing opinions.

✗ ANIMANGAS : jujustu kaisen, attack on titan, hunter x hunter, overlord, bungo stray dogs, chainsaw man, blue lock, demon slayer, the apothecary diaries, bucchigri?!, solo leveling, wind breaker, cyberpunk edgerunners, classroom of the elite, one punch man, saiki k.

✗ WEBTOON + MANHWA : solo leveling, omnicient reader's veiwpoint, killing peter, eleceed, jungle juice, for my derelict favorite, emperor hunt, teenage mercenary, my in-laws are obessed with me.

✗ MUSIC : childish gambino, j cole, rihanna, 2pac, biggie, snoop, outkast, nelly, fat joe, 50 cent, akon, lil wayne, dr dre, travis scott, future, kendrick lamar, kanye, rae sremmurd, lady gaga, aaliyah, cassie, jhené aiko, the neighbourhood, sir mix-a-lot, yeat, tinashe, tory lanez, metro.

✗ MOVIES + SHOWS : white chicks, brooklyn nine-nine, bad and crazy, venom, me time, fantastic beasts, alice in borderland, the babysitter, all of us are dead, jumanji, spider-man: into the spiderverse, the penthouse, avatar the last airbender, how to train your dragon.

[starlitangels]

Hello....if u are still accepting requests can u please consider writing a sam/darlin fluff in ft. darlin being ticklish.

And dont feel pressured to write .Only if u r stiill accepting requests.Thank you for all the fics.

❤

Sounds fun! I am still, technically, accepting requests for Micro Fics. And also my pleasure! Hope you're enjoying them all!

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I stumbled into the house with a groan. The door slammed shut behind me when I fell against it. I sunk to the ground and just sat there, face screwed up, left hand holding my right shoulder—as if that alone was enough to get it to stop aching. It wasn't.

Zip!

"Darlin'? Oh my G—what happened?!" Sam demanded. I heard the weight of his knees hitting the hardwood floor.

"Just a security job," I said. "God, why did I tell David I'd actually give it a shot again?"

"I know you were doin' a security job, darlin'. Why do you look like you got in a fight? I thought these gigs were usually boring."

"Usually being the operative word."

"Wait, you actually got in a fight?"

I scoffed. "You could barely call it a scrum, honestly. But some dumbass hit me so hard in the shoulder that it dislocated—after I'd been on my feet constantly for twelve hours. I'm used to standing and walking for a long time, but twelve hours is pushing it even for me."

"Do I need to reset that shoulder?"

I shook my head. "David relocated it for me. Just aches like hell now. It'll be fine come morning."

Sam shifted his legs so he wasn't kneeling, but instead sitting by my knees. "How'd the fight break out?" He began inspecting the bruises forming on my skin.

I shrugged. "Some idiots got aggressive. One shoulder-checked Milo so Milo shoved him back and then the fists started flying and... well. You can guess what happened after that."

Sam blinked at me. Slowly. "... No. I can't."

I snorted. "Tiny scrum broke out. Milo, Booker, and Arden with four huge, semi-drunk morons on them. The second David and I got involved it ended pretty quick," I said. "But not before one of them cold-clocked me in the shoulder." I rolled my shoulder and grimaced. "I'll be fine. It'll ease out when I shower. No biggie. Honestly, it's my feet that are killing me. Standing for twelve hours is the worst."

Groaning, I closed my eyes and leaned back, thudding my head against the door.

I barely noticed Sam undoing the double-knotted laces of my boots and slowly loosening them. It was impossible to miss him taking them off as he cradled my calves and lowered each foot back to the ground.

"Shin splints?" Sam asked.

"Oh, God, yeah," I muttered. "I mean, they're not bad, but my lower legs ache almost as much as my feet."

Sam hummed and shuffled over the floor to face me head on. He picked up one of my legs and started to massage the muscles of my lower leg. I felt the warmth of his hands through my skinny jeans. I made a face. "You're using healing magic?"

"Just a trace," he replied. "Just enough to soothe the shin splints."

I sighed as he moved onto the other leg. "That feels good," I said softly.

Sam chuckled.

After a bit, he moved from my shins and calves to my feet, massaging them deeply.

I sucked in a sharp breath and jerked.

Sam stopped. "What is it? Did I hurt you?" he asked, looking a little frantic when I peeled one eye open.

I shook my head. "Tickles."

I regretted the word the word the moment it left my mouth. Sam didn't usually have a lopsided grin, but the one that formed on his face was full of mischief.

"Ohhh," he said. "My darlin' is ticklish?"

I pulled my legs closer to me. "No."

Quick as a flash, he had my foot in an unbreakable grip.

"No. Sam—don't you dare—no." Unfortunately, I was smiling.

Sam tickled my foot.

I shrieked and kicked—hard. Running on pure instinct.

He kept tickling me while I thrashed, trying to free myself from his hold on my foot without hurting him. "Sam—Sam—Sam!" I shrieked through my laughter. "Stopitstopitstopit!"

He laughed along with me.

When I finally couldn't stand it anymore, instinct took over.

And I shifted.

The sudden transformation of my foot into a paw was what I needed to free myself of Sam's grip and I scrambled to stand on all fours, panting hard, trying not to bare my teeth in a threat even though my instincts were in defense mode.

Sam grinned, sliding back on the floor a little to accommodate how much bigger my wolf form was than my human one. "Hey there, darlin'," he greeted. "Been a while since I saw that pretty coat of yours."

I huffed out my nose.

"Still ticklish as a wolf?"

I shook my head.

Sam chuckled. "Damn shame. You've got the purdiest laugh."

I rolled my eyes, which only served to make him laugh harder.

[kadebronson]

i was tagged by @krakenteacups last night but i was busy with werewolf so here we go now

Three ships:

i mean i have like five hundred ships and you guys know the current biggies so uh let's go with dex/nursey from check please, newt/hermann from pacific rim, and quinton/elliot from the magicians

First ship:

i was kinda shipping before i knew what shipping was and probably couldn't think of what was really first but the first one i read fic for was dr. forrester/tv's frank from mst3k don't judge me lol

Last song:

fascist jock itch by skinny puppy

Last Movie:

rewatched the collector because i had been craving some good aughts horror

Currently reading:

nothing yet i still haven't had time to start the book of bill because i know that obviously requires a little work and isn't more of a read a page here and there book which is all i've been able to do lately but hopefully i get some time this weekend to start that finally

Currently watching:

nothing at the moment but like in general i've been making my way through my tubi i loaded it with like 50 movies from their slasher category and have had some pretty good finds so far

Currently eating:

again nothing but i had some hot dogs for dinner and probably will grab a popsicle before bed

Currently craving:

tea but i can't have more caffeine today :(

i'm so pooped and i gotta go do another layer on my painting so i tag whoever would like to consider themself tagged!

[runthepockets]

Jared verified list of men with tman swag:

Eminem

Dr. Dre

Randal Graves (Clerks)

Q-Tip

Eazy-E

Everyone in Wutang Clan

Linkara

Daron Malakian (System of a Down)

Chef Hicks (Apocalypse Now)

Jesse Pinkman, Badger, & Skinny Pete (Breaking Bad)

Mike Ehrmantraut (Breaking Bad)

The Narrator (Fight Club)

Budd (Kill Bill)

Harvey Milk

Kendrick Lamar

Ice Cube

Seth Rogen

Earl Sweatshirt

Jason Segal

Devin Townsend (Strapping Young Lad)

Jamey Jasta (Hatebreed)

Buddy Durress (Good Time)

George Costanza (Seinfeld)

Jerry Seinfeld (the character)

Trey Azagthoth (Morbid Angel)

Frenchie (The Boys)

Carmen Berzatto (The Bear)

Pádraic Súilleabháin (The Banshees of Inisherin)

Asuma Sarutobi (Naruto)

Kishibe (Chainsaw Man)

Ace (Paid in Full)

Mick Harris (Napalm Death)

Biggie Smalls

Tupac

Simon (Gurren Lagann)

Miles (Guns Akimbo)

Obito Uchiha (Naruto)

Professor Stein (Soul Eater)

This dude (Witch Vomit)

[ohtumbly]

Mr. Men art dump 10/8/23

Artstyle: My style

The small potatoes

Little Miss Late trips over...

A very tall and skinny image of Mr. Skinny

And the biggy

Uhm...I don't want to talk about where the arms are

You knew whose arm that was, haven't you?

Go on Mr. Bounce, be free!

I knew they'll be good friends

You've finally learnt something new