#the movie was a fucking master piece

[eeriezoundz]

Pavitr my sweet

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Silly goose. Cosmic horror.

[aberooski]

Not me sobbing at 1 am over fucking Kung Fu Panda music ✋😭

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i hate capitalism man what the fuck is this

[crushmeeren]

omg but imagine secretly giving the mha boys aphrodisiac chocolate and seeing how they react..

No but you’re RIGHT…. ( ੭ ˙ᗜ˙ )੭

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Katsuki would stare at you with narrowed eyes when you hold your hand out and offer the piece of chocolate to him, your gaze wide and innocent until he pops the candy in his mouth.

Katsuki would be in a meeting not too long after, jaw clenched and teeth creaking when his uniform pants get too fucking snug for no reason. His cheeks will flush bubblegum pink, biting the head off of some hero he can’t remember the name of when asked what’s wrong.

Why the fuck can he only picture you face down and ass up in the air?

Why does he have to sink his nails into his thighs to hang onto his last thread of self control and restrain himself from palming his stiff cock when he thinks of your pussy split open for him?

Why the hell is sweat running down his temples and along his jaw like a goddamn river??

He doesn’t know.

What he is certain of, is his plan to tackle you to the bed as soon as he gets home. To cum the second he slides his achy cock inside your tight pussy, and then to fuck you until neither of you can stand to climax one more time.

Eijirou would happily accept the chocolate, humming in delight once he begins chewing.

Eijirou would then be relaxing with you on the couch, using every ounce of willpower to concentrate on the movie you’re watching together. His cheeks would turn as scarlet as his hair and he’d try to hide his face with the loose strands when you glance at him.

He’d squeak out that’s he’s fine when you ask if he’s feeling feverish. He’ll clumsily cover his cock with large hands, knees knocking into one another when he tries to close his legs.

Eijirou would whimper in your ear “fuck, I’m sorry baby, I need your pussy. I can’t stop myself,” as he gives in to the heat churning in his belly and bends you over the armrest of your couch to fuck you like a dog.

You’ll babble and gasp it’s okay, crying out his name when he makes you orgasm for what feels like the hundredth time — only for his dick to remain hot and full after he’s already cum inside you so much that you’re sure you’re going to get pregnant.

Shouto would take a bit more convincing. He doesn’t ordinarily eat chocolate, but he’s willing to try it if you’re the one presenting it to him.

Shouto would be leisurely walking alongside you in the grocery store, occasionally making noises of agreement as you tell him about your day.

Shouto would suddenly freeze mid stride, becoming rigid in the middle of the aisle. He’ll blink owlish eyes at you several times when you turn back to question what he’s doing.

You’ll snap your fingers to get his attention when he starts to stare at the swell of your tits for way too long instead of listening to you, cheeks filling out with a blush when he meets your gaze.

The next thing you know, your half full grocery cart is abandoned in the aisle and you’re yanked by the wrist back to your car in the parking lot.

Shouto would mutter breathlessly “sorry baby, I can’t seem to control myself,” when he gets your pants off, leaving the material to dangle from one ankle before tugging you down to straddle his lap in the backseat.

He’ll unbutton his pants and shove them down far enough to free himself, not bothering with your panties and sliding them to the side as he sits you down on his cock and let’s out a low moan.

Shouto will match your every move, thrusting upwards harshly each time you sit down. He won’t give a single fuck if someone walks past the car, he just knows he needs your pussy to keep swallowing his cock until the insatiable burn in his lower belly subsides.

It takes…awhile.

[juletheghoul]

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a/n: I cannot seem to stop myself from taking these amazing requests and going on a rampage because Marcus Acacius is my literal muse at this point. I bought my tickets for the movie and I am not going to know how to fucking act in that theatre. I sort of ran with this request, and inevitably it turned into feelings! This un-beta'd, barely edited request. All mistakes and errors are mine! Hope you enjoy what I came up with! (this is before the last chapter)

Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, talk of war, Marcus is a soft boi at heart and he has some regrets about being a hoe in his younger days, *feelings*, also he takes a lil tumble but he's fine! Marcus gets wine-drunk, but he's still in control of his faculties, master / slave dynamic (power imbalance), Marcus calls reader Girl, reader calls Marcus Dominus - let me know if I missed any!

Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader

word count: 2.2k (😅)

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His face lit up, brighter and happier than you’d seen him, maybe ever. 

You smile to yourself from your place behind him, basking in the warmth of his mirth. The visitor had come unannounced but more welcome than any before him. An old, dear friend from his days as a mere footsoldier in the Roman army. Marcus opened his arms to the man, ushering him into his home with an almost uncharacteristic warmth–to anyone who didn’t truly know him. 

“Gods, but it has been years has it not Marcus? Since our days on the march?” The man asks him, a tired sigh on his breath. 

“Indeed it has. An age, we were mere boys then.” Marcus drains his wine and holds the cup out, you are already there, pouring just as it reaches you.

“Troublesome boys, wicked things were we not? We seemed to attract all kinds of mischief.” The man laughs, and Marcus joins, although his laughter is laced with a groan, peppered with shame. 

“Do not remind me, we were terrors.” Marcus hides his face behind his cup, drinking with his eyes downcast and it’s that aversion that piques your interest. Visions of a younger, wilder Marcus fill your mind's eye, what had he done? The man laughs, and you keep your vigil behind your Dominus. 

“I hold the memories dear, even the unsavoury ones.” The man raises his cup, and Marcus bows his head, agreeing. “Wish I had kept the looks of my youth as you have old friend.” They laugh together, clinking their cups and remembering things they do not say out loud. 

The night wears on, and they drink until the hour grows late. When they begin to yawn, Marcus insists the man stays.

“Girl, see to the preparations of a room and then come tend to me.” He speaks slowly, carefully.

“Yes Dominus.” You smile, despite yourself.

-

When you walk into his room, he sits on his bed, staring at nothing.

“Dominus, are you well?” His eyes lock on you, he sways a little, only a little.

“Too much wine, I will feel this in the morning.” He sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face as you approach. “I should have known.” There is no anger in him, only a resigned acceptance. 

“If I may be so bold Dominus, it seemed you were enjoying yourself.” You bring the basin over and dip a fresh piece of linen, his eyes track your movements.

“I saw a happiness in you that I have not seen before, I would see it more often if I had any say.” He tilts his face up to yours, and you cleanse it softly, smiling at the way his eyes close.

“Would you now, Girl, do you think me unhappy?” His voice is soft, but gravelly. It awakens the parts of your body that always awaken for him. It worsens when his hands land on your hips, pulling you to stand between his spread legs.

“No Dominus, well, at times yes. Not unhappy per say, but not the way I saw you tonight.”

“I am happy, Girl. I am happier than I have been in ages.” His hands rub at your hips, sliding down to grab at your ass. 

“It fills my heart with joy to hear that.” You run your fingers through his hair, admiring the flush in his cheeks, the sparkle of candlelight in his eyes. 

“And you? Are you happy, Girl?” He holds onto you, eyes locking onto yours and it feels bigger than it should, the question on his tongue.

“Yes Dominus, I am.”  A long, pregnant moment passes and the tension rises, swelling bigger and bigger. Your heart races and then he rises, or, he tries to.

Water from the basin had splashed onto the floor, and he slips. His eyes widen with shock as he lands on his backside on the floor at your feet. 

He sits in shock, his tunic pooling high on his thighs and it’s almost like someone else’s voice comes out of your mouth, a sharp bark of laughter comes out before you clap your hands to your mouth. 

He stares up at you, the shock of the fall, the shock of your laughter, the wine, the moment—he laughs; you both laugh. Deep, loud belly laughs fill the room until tears fall from your eyes, until he holds his stomach. Any fear, any tension is gone with the crinkle of his eyes and the rare glimpse of his dimple.

“Oh Gods, I am of a form.” He gets it out eventually, smiling wide from his place on the floor. 

“Apologies Dominus—“ the ache in your belly is so great you hold onto his bed. He waves away your apology, and carefully rises. “I did not mean to laugh—“

“Peace girl, it was something to laugh at.” He stands, careful of the offending spill and removes his tunic. “The sound of your laughter is welcome, always. I do not think you cruel.” 

You don’t know how to respond, the wine has brought down his guard and made him something open, something honest and human–nothing like he is when he is too long away from the battlefield, nothing like he is when his station in this life pulls at him. 

“I have not seen my friend in many years, it was nice to speak to him, to bask in the memories of my younger days. Even the ones I’d rather forget.” You let him speak, the novelty of his reminiscing making you smile as you prepare his bed for sleep. 

“It was worth the price I will pay in the morning.” You bite your lip, the questions–the curiosity eat away at you as you move around the room, blowing out a few of the candles. 

“I can see the turmoil, Girl, ask and I will alleviate.” He smiles, sitting on his bed. 

“Apologies Dominus, I wish to know what mischief you sought out, or rather, sought you out? I cannot picture you a terror.” You take the basin away and he lets out a huff of laughter. 

“Do not lie to me, Girl. You have seen my dark moods, I am a terror often.” He waves away the expression of shock, “You know my meaning. In truth I can be brutal, I know this, but it is in battle. In my younger days, on the march I was unruly. I found it hard to follow commands, so sure of myself–to my detriment–that I knew better, that I was wiser than those above my station. I paid for it and learned, grew wise but in those early days, we were rebellious.” He smiles, fondness and the ghosts of his past fresh in his mind. 

You finish your duties as he speaks but are loathe to leave him, so you come closer, feigning at straightening out his sheets and fussing at his bed as he speaks. 

“I was also cruel.” The smile morphs then, into something ashamed.

“Cruel? I do not believe it Dominus–” He raises a hand and your speech dies.

“I was, Girl. Exceedingly cruel, to women. I broke many a heart, took the virginity offered without a care and left them without so much as a word.” He shuts his eyes tight then and the playful, cheerful mood is lost. “I was not concerned with their feelings, I cared not about their honour, I simply took, and left like the thief I was.” He stares at his hands and although it was true, it had been cruel of him, it was the way most soldiers were. No right, no wrong, just the way of this world. 

“Do you regret it, Dominus?” You stand before him again, the same tableau as before.

“Yes, I do, Girl. I regret the hurt I caused, the selfishness of youth.” 

“That is enough then, I think. That you feel it this deeply, that you would change it if you could, that is enough. You need torture yourself no more, Dominus.” Your palm cups his face and he leans into it with a pained expression for a moment before his arms wrap around your waist. His face nuzzles against the valley between your breasts and you feel the way he breathes in your scent. 

“Stay with me.” He pulls at your tunic, lifting it up and off in one swift motion before pressing kisses to your skin. There is a desire shining in his eyes. For your body, yes, but there are memories he is rewriting with you now, something kinder, something infused with more want, with love—the thought pops up and you brush it away.

“Do you not desire sleep Dominus? You had said the wine–oh–” His mouth takes your nipple in a steady suck, pulling a soft moan from your lips, and any and all concerns about his state out of your head. 

He pulls away, flattening his tongue against the bud before moving to the next. 

“No amount of wine could dampen my desire for you, Girl. Shall I stop?” He watches you, eyes locked as he takes the other nipple in his mouth and you shake your head no. His teeth bite, the little shock of pain heightens the pleasure and your fingers grip his hair harder than you mean to but it only makes him moan into your skin as he soothes with his tongue. 

Slick pools at the mouth of your cunt, the desire for him so great it makes you ache. A sharp, hollow pain, like hunger pangs for his gift, for his body, for his love something whispers again, and again you ignore it.

“God’s Girl, you bring out a madness in me–” He pulls you down, his kiss so feral it almost hurts. Teeth clicking while you taste his wine-drenched tongue. You move to straddle him but you barely manage to sit before you find yourself on your back in the bed you’d just prepared. 

His kiss is all-consuming, it is contagious–it pulls you into the depths of his madness. When he pulls away, you’re almost disoriented. 

“Spread those pretty thighs for me, Girl, let me see what’s mine.” You bite your lip, skin on fire as you obey. He kneels between your spread legs, hand slipping down to palm himself as he watches you slip your hand down towards the silky hair at the juncture of your thighs. “Spread it open, I would see how wet you are.” he strokes himself slowly, eyes glazed as you follow his instructions, spreading yourself wide for his gaze. 

It feels depraved in the best way, to have him watch you while he pleasures himself. There is a power flowing through your veins, something sweet and wicked and a boldness grabs hold of you. You dip your fingers low to spread the arousal onto your fingers, scoop some of it up to swirl against your clit. 

“This is what I do when you do not call for me, Dominus. I touch myself like this, and think of you.” His hand lands on your knee, holding your leg up as he moans, wantonly at your admission. 

“What do you think of Girl? Tell me–” He squeezes at his cock, brow furrowed while his eyes rake over you. 

“I think of you taking me Dominus, I think of how good you feel, how big you are, how I can feel you for days, how I want nothing more than for you to come into my chamber and make me yours.” Your fingers speed up, the pleasure heightened by the depravity of it. 

“Do you flutter at the thought of me giving you this?” He presses the tip of himself to your entrance, not pushing inside but letting you feel him there. 

“Yes–” It’s a pained moan. The blunt tip of him spreads you just enough to tease, it’s an exquisite torture, one that could make you cry with arousal. 

“Tell me you want it, tell me you’ll die without it, tell me you want me, Girl.” He leans forward a little, enough to make you chase the relief of him but his grip at your knee moves down to your hip, holding you there. Your fingers almost lose their rhythm. You let out a pitiful whine. 

“Tell me, and I’ll give it to you, tell me you want me, tell me–” He begs now, and you nod frantically. 

“I need you Dominus, I need you, I will die without you, I beg of you, give me the relief of your body.” Your tone is high, something frantic, something pathetic, something desperate but it soothes something in him. 

It’s a tidal wave when he shoves himself inside to the hilt. The climax spreads through every vein, through your fingers and toes through his steady strokes. He falls to cover your body with his, his tongue licking into your mouth, every nerve alight as he moans into your mouth, his cock spilling his own passion deep into your womb within a few seconds.

“God’s above, I, that was–” He breathes hard against your mouth, his eyes darting about your face as you both pulse in and around one another, “I–” He seems a little lost for words. The euphoria is still bright in your body, and so you save him from himself. You pull him down for a kiss, soft and languid as you run your fingers through his sweat-damp hair. 

“Shall I return to my chambers Dominus? Or shall I stay?” You push his hair back. The wine has made him forget himself, has made him forget that you are just his Girl, you have to remind him.

For the sake of your poor heart on the morrow.

“Stay.” You nod. 

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I Want to Know What Love Is: Eddie Munson x Reader

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Description: You and Eddie have been together for a while, but you've been taking your relationship very slowly. On one night in particular, you find out why it's taken so long for things to heat up...

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, virgin!eddie munson, experienced!female reader, loss of virginity, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, praise, premature ejaculation

Word Count: 7k

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I Want to Know What Love Is

You've been dating Eddie for quite some time, about six months. You met him during one of your afternoon shifts at the BigBuy Supermarket. You recognized him from high school, though you'd both graduated a couple years prior. You remember this 'reunion' like it was yesterday, as Eddie had accidentally knocked over the display you put together to advertise discount instant pudding. You'd been checking out another customer, when you heard a loud crash. Everyone in the store ran over to see what the commotion was.

And there he was in aisle five, laying in a giant pile of Jell-O boxes. He was blushing wildly, clearly embarrassed for making such a giant mess. Your manager ran over and demanded you clean it up and kick Eddie out. Everyone knew him as the town fuck-up, so they assumed he'd done it on purpose. Everyone else went about their way, giving him a good stink-eye as they walked past. He didn't say a word, just laying there like a dead fish. You offered your hand to help him up, and he gladly took it. He apologized profusely, even offering to buy all the pudding since some of the boxes were dented.

He looked so cute as he frantically explained that he slipped on a puddle of something, falling backwards onto the table. You told him it was okay, but that he could make up ruining the display you put up by helping you put it back together. That, and he could give you his phone number. He happily accepted your terms, helping you painstakingly rearrange the display until it was good as new. Once that was done, you walked him to your register to pull out a piece of receipt paper and a pen. You handed it to him, watching him quickly jot down his number. You slipped the paper in your pocket for later on, and Eddie left before your manager called the cops on him. Said manager had come up to you after watching your exchange with Eddie at the register, warning you that the young man was nothing but trouble. He said a 'nice girl' like you should stay far away from someone like that. You respectfully disagreed, making sure to call Eddie as soon as you got home.

And now here you are, half a year later, currently grinding on Eddie's lap on the couch in his trailer. The two of you had been watching a scary movie, but that quickly turned into heated kisses until you eventually ended up right where you are now. Most of the times you and Eddie hang out, you always end up like this. Your fingers tangled in his hair, his hands roaming your tits and ass over your clothes. And your mouths connected together, tongues exploring each other thoroughly. Sometimes your shirts come off, but not your bra, and never any pants. Eddie takes things surprisingly slow with you, it took a while for you to even get a kiss out of him.

You don't mind going slow, as Eddie insists you’re very special to him, and he doesn't want to rush into anything. You think it’s sweet, every other relationship you've had before went straight to sex after around the third date. But Eddie is special to you too, he values you as a person. You aren't just a hot body to him, though he’s made plenty of effort giving you compliments on it, which always makes you blush. Plus, taking things slow sexually lets the two of you form a strong bond together. Eddie has taught you how to play D&D, and you ended up dominating the first campaign you played with him and the rest of his club. You take long walks along Lover's Lake, listen to his metal tapes in the van while smoking weed, and you go to every single one of Eddie's Corroded Coffin shows at the Hideout. It’s a perfect relationship, one you've always longed for during the long line of absolute duds.

Lately though, Eddie's been acting a bit strange. He's sweet as ever, and still teasing you playfully like he always does. But when you're making out, you try to take things a step further and he always stops everything altogether in response. It could be anything, trying to take your bra off, or your pants, or his jeans. Or you try to palm his dick through his clothes, or lead his hand to rub against your clothed heat. Anything like that, and he pushes you off of him, nervously excusing himself to the bathroom. You've only started doing this a couple weeks ago, you figure being together so long means you could move things just a teensy bit further. But it always scares him away, and this occasion is no different.

You're grinding against Eddie roughly, feeling him stiffen inside his jeans, which rubs your clit just the way you like. You're both moaning quietly, marking each other's necks with dark hickeys, hands roaming each other's flesh. Eddie's gripping your ass firmly, leading your hips to rub against him further. You decide to try to take a small step forward again, and this time you're going to ask him what's wrong when stops you. You're not offended when he shuts everything down, but you'd like to have an explanation. He owes you that much. You reach behind your back, trying to unclasp your bra. Eddie sees you do this, his hands leaving your ass, and he slides you off of his lap. You slump into the couch, waiting for him to try to leave the room again.

"I'll be right back, darling." He says, trying to stand. But you grab his hand to keep him in the room, his eyes shooting to you anxiously. "What?" He asks simply, looking like a trapped animal.

"Eddie, can you tell me what's wrong?" You say meekly, biting the nails on your free hand.

"Nothing is wrong, sweetheart." He tries to deny it, but the truth reads all over his face. He's trying to go off on his own again, and you can't let him do that anymore.

"Well, something must be. Can you just sit, please?" You beg, not wanting him to hide himself away. He contemplates your request, nodding a moment later. He sits back down again, sighing. He's dreaded this conversation more than anything, but he figured it would have to come at some point. "Eddie, do you not find me attractive?" You ask, and he stares at you with wide eyes. His brows knit together, surprised you'd ask such a thing.

"Y/N, of course I find you attractive. What kind of question is that?" He holds your hand, stroking your fingers gently. He's trying to distract you, so you pull your hand away. You can't help feeling a bit annoyed at this point, he keeps dancing around whatever his problem is.

"Well, I only ask because every time I try to take things a little further, you always stop everything. What's that all about?" You cross your arms, sitting sideways on the couch so he has to look at you.

"It's nothing, baby. Really, I just..." He's blushing like mad, his hands gripping his knees until the knuckles have turned white. He shakes his head, not wanting to talk anymore. He can't do it, he can't tell you the truth. You'd laugh at him for it.

"Babe, just tell me. You can tell me anything, I love you so much. There's nothing you can say that will change that. But I'm not dropping it until you tell me the truth, Eddie." You place a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly. He looks at you, breathing unevenly. He's so nervous, which worries you more than anything. "It's okay, darling. I just wanna know, maybe I can help." You lean forward to give him a gentle kiss, trying to make him understand that you're here for him no matter what.

"Okay, okay." He shifts to face you fully, trying his best to keep eye contact with you. He takes a deep breath before continuing. "Look, when I tell you this, you promise not to laugh at me?"

"Yes, I promise." You just want him to spit it out already, but you're patient with him as he always is with you.

"Okay. So, it's not that I don't want to take things further, angel." He says, pausing to think through what to say next. You listen intently, curious where this is going. "I just...don't really know what to do with it." What the hell does that mean? The question must read on your face, as he nods in acknowledgement of it. "What I mean to say is that I'm...Oh, Jesus Christ I can't say it. Please don't make me." He almost whines at you, clearly distressed by this conversation. You just hold his hands, smiling kindly at him.

"You're a what? Come on, I sense it's just a couple more little words, hm? It's okay, baby." You gently push him, though you think you've already figured out what he's going to say.

"I'm a virgin, okay?" He almost mumbles the word, clearly ashamed of it. If you didn't know Eddie personally, you'd be very surprised by this. But all the pieces of the puzzle have finally clicked together, putting a clear picture before you.

"Is that all, darling?" You reply, you're not scared away by this at all, everyone has to start somewhere. And you're more than willing to teach him.

"You're not mad?" He asks sheepishly, still trying to avoid your gaze. You scoff, in utter disbelief. You put your hands on either side of his face, holding his gaze seriously.

"Eddie! Why the hell would I be mad about that? We never really talked about it before, which is fine. I had kinda assumed you'd had sex before, but I don't care either way. I love you and want to be with you, regardless of your prior experience." He nods in your grip, feeling a bit relieved that it doesn't bother you. A small smile even begins to grow on his lips. "Now, I do have another question, if that's alright."

"Anything, love." He says, smirking as he can guess what it is.

"Do you want to lose your virginity to me?" You bite your lip, hoping he'll say yes. You understand if he isn't ready, this talk couldn't have been easy for him.

"Fuck, I've been waiting to hear those words this whole time, sweetheart." He chuckles, pulling your body back onto his to kiss you hungrily. You sling your arms around his neck, melting into his touch. His mouth quickly migrates to your neck again, biting and sucking the skin harshly.

"Let's move this to your room, baby." You sigh lustfully, and Eddie wraps your legs around his waist, holding your thighs as he stands up with you in his arms. He walks you both down the hallway to his room, shutting the door roughly. He drops you onto the bed, making your tits bounce. You lean back on your hands, glancing up at him standing above you. "We'll take things slow, okay?" You speak to him lowly, and he just nods. You reach behind your back, undoing the clasp of your bra. You make a show of removing the straps, holding the cups in place, before letting the bra fall to the floor below.

When your breasts are fully exposed, Eddie groans audibly at the sight. "You're so beautiful, Y/N. Can I touch them?" He asks, eyes blown out wide as he falls to his knees. Eddie is fully at your mercy, letting you take the lead as you help him experience everything for the first time.

"Of course you can, Eddie. I've been waiting forever for you to do it. I bet they'll feel so good in your big, strong hands." You speak to him teasingly, though you're also extremely turned on by the idea of being his first. It makes you feel special, no other woman had the chance to truly turn him into a man. Eddie moves forward on his knees, hands raised as he inches closer to you. He looks to you, asking for permission again with his eyes. "Go ahead, darling. Touch me, it'll feel so good." Your breathing picks up, anxiously anticipating his large hands holding your bare tits. He nods again, nervously placing his hands on your chest.

"Fuck, they're so soft." He says, in complete awe of you. He massages them in his hands, making you moan. "Does that feel good, baby?" He asks quietly, still so unsure of his every move.

"Yes. You can squeeze my nipples if you want, carefully though. They're very sensitive." Your eyes refuse to leave his, which only serves to amplify how intense such a simple touch feels for you. You're already so wet for him, you can't wait for him to see. He does as you suggest, gingerly rolling your hardened buds between his thumbs and forefingers. "Fuck, yes." It feels so fucking good, it's almost like you've never been touched this way before.

"I like the noises you make, Y/N. They're very sexy." He's feeling a little more confident now, highly receptive to every reaction you have to his touch. He boldly makes the next move on his own, leaning into your chest to leave open-mouthed kisses all over your beautiful breasts. More moans leave your lips, your head falling back as Eddie kneels between your legs to worship your chest. He drags his tongue around lazily, eventually taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He takes great care to be gentle with you, educating himself on what you like and what you don't. His cock strains inside his jeans, he's more turned on than he's ever been. Eddie worries he won't last long, trying very hard not to cum in his pants.

"Do you want to try something else, Eddie?" You ask through your moans, his lips have ignited every inch of skin they touch. He stops, looking up at you again.

"Yes, please." He's eager to see what comes next, ready to please you any way you want. You stand up, unbuttoning your jeans. He's still kneeling, watching you closely. You pull down your pants, and your lace panties slowly. He gulps when your pussy is in view, his cock twitching at the sight. You sit back down, angling yourself at the very edge of the bed without falling off. You spread your legs, carefully revealing your soaking cunt to Eddie's gaze. His eyes widen, to the point of almost popping out of his skull. "Oh my God. You're so fuckin' gorgeous."

"I'm glad you think so, baby. Now, I'm gonna demonstrate what to do first, and then you can give it a try. Sound good?" He nods excitedly, waiting patiently for you to show him what to do. You lower a hand between your legs, rubbing your clit slowly with your middle and ring fingers. Another moan escapes you, Eddie's eyes flicking to yours, before returning to observe your hand. You carefully insert your middle finger inside yourself, pumping it in and out just so. You'll tell him about the curling when it's his turn, it's a bit odd to explain when he's just watching. You insert the other finger, calling his name instinctively as you pleasure yourself.

"May I, darling?" He asks, smiling like a kid on Christmas. You giggle, nodding as you remove your fingers.

"Just do as I did, take it slow. I can guide your hand if you want." He holds it out to you, feeling a bit uneasy again. "It's okay, sweetheart. One step at a time." You hold him firmly, leading his hand to your clit. "Sorry if this seems a bit medical, but do you feel that little nub there?" He hums in acknowledgement, letting you use him to rub it in circles. "Well, that's a clitoris, or clit for short. It's small, but very powerful, very important." Your tone is calm, reassuring. It's clear there's no awkwardness or judgment here, you trust each other completely. You let him go, so he can rub you all on his own. "Just be gentle, if you go too hard it doesn't feel very good." He maintains the level of pressure you were leading him with, drawing more noises from your lips as he goes. "You're already pretty good at this, Eds. Now, lower your hand, and carefully push your middle finger inside me." He does as you say, being as careful as possible as he pushes the digit into your wet hole.

"Fuck, you're so wet." He groans, watching his finger disappear into you and come back out again.

"Mmhmm, because you're making me feel so good, love. Now, while you're moving in and out, try to kind of curl your finger as it's inside. Like this." You demonstrate with your own hand, curving your fingers slightly. He does as you ask, brushing against your g spot. "Shit, that's really good. You can add another finger if you want." He does, curving them together inside you. Your body is simmering, the feeling of Eddie touching you like this is unbelievable. Your eyes flutter closed, head falling back slightly. "It feels so good, Eddie. You're doing such a good job. You can go faster if you want to try and make me cum." He takes your instructions so seriously, jumping at every opportunity you give to him. He scoots closer to you, placing his free hand onto your thigh.

"Like this?" He asks as he increases speed slightly. Every move hits your sweet spot perfectly, you applaud yourself at teaching him so well.

"Yes, that's really good. You can go even faster, just gradually build me up." He takes advantage of this chance, going even faster. "Oh, God. Just like that Eddie, keep going." You cry out, gripping the edge of the bed for dear life.

"Shit, you're so unbelievably hot like this. And the sounds you're making are driving me insane." He's loving every moment of this, drinking in every noise and expression you emit. Eddie's mind swirls with pure lust as he continues to fuck you with his hand, bringing you closer to the edge with what you’ve taught him. He may have barely passed senior year, but apparently he's a fast learner in bed. Your orgasm is quickly approaching, your walls fluttering around him as he moves.

"Baby, I'm so close. You wanna make me cum?" You whimper at him, forcing yourself to check in to ensure he's also enjoying this.

"Yes, I wanna see you cum, sweetheart." He coos at you, keeping up the pace, though his fingers are getting a bit tired. He soldiers on, desperate to see you lose control.

"Go faster." You plead, and Eddie obeys. His digits pound into you, wet noises filling the room. A fire spreads wildly through your body, and any second now you're going to explode. He happens to hit just the right spot inside you at the precisely correct moment, which sends you toppling over the edge into a deep pool of bliss. "Oh, fuck! Eddie, I'm cumming!" You scream, your legs begin to shake as your insides clamp down on Eddie's fingers. He keeps moving, helping you ride out your high. Arousal spills from you, pooling into his palm. You fall backwards onto the bed, breathing heavily as the pleasure subsides.

Eddie pulls out of you, making you whine. Your cunt pulsates around nothing, and a thin coat of sweat gives you a chill as it blooms on your skin. He sits awkwardly, gazing at your juices glistening on his hand. Curiosity gets the best of him, and he pokes out his tongue to taste your cum. He's not sure he should be doing it, but you also didn't say not to. He licks a finger with the tip of his tongue, surprised by the unique taste. Deciding he rather likes it, he shoves both fingers into his mouth. He moans loudly, making you shoot up in bed.

You see Eddie sucking his fingers clean, his eyes closed tightly. "Are you enjoying yourself, darling?" You say, startling him. His eyes widen, and he yanks the fingers out of his mouth. His face goes red, looking like a kid caught in the cookie jar. "It's okay, baby. Come here." You smile slyly at him, gesturing at the spot on the bed beside you. Eddie sits down, and you gaze deeply into his eyes. "Did you like that, Eddie?" You ask, barely above a whisper. Your lips are very close to his, your breath fanning into his face.

"Yes, very much. I love you, sweetheart." Eddie says, just as quietly. He leans forward, pressing his lips to yours softly. He cups your cheek, shoving his tongue into your mouth to tangle with yours. You moan down his throat, creeping your hand along to palm his dick through his pants. He grunts against your lips, taken by surprise. He breaks away, about to remove your hand out of instinct. But he stops himself, letting you grope him over his clothes.

"Do you want a turn now, love?" You lick your lips, anxious to take him in your mouth. You've thought about giving him head so many times, but he’s never asked or expressed genuine interest in it.

"Yes, please." Eddie's still apprehensive, worried he'll cum too quickly and you'll laugh at him. "Just...don't be surprised if I don't last very long." He's gone all shy now, almost scared. But you gently kiss him again as your hand continues to stroke him, reassuring him that it's okay.

"I'm not worried about it, Eds. You've never done this before, I don't expect anything in particular to happen. I just want to make you feel good, if you'll let me." He lets you lay him down on the mattress, trying his best to relax. You take in his image, his hair splayed out on the pillow, his torso completely bare to you. "I'll go slow, okay? And if you're not enjoying yourself, just tell me and I'll stop. Deal?"

"Deal." He replies, his body is unbelievably tense. Eddie's stiff as a board, arms clamped to his sides awkwardly. You straddle him just below his cock, lowering your head to kiss his lips once more. You want to loosen him up before getting to the main event, he won't have fun if he doesn't relax. He moans into your mouth, letting you take the lead. Your lips move to his cheek, jaw, neck. His body begins to heat up as you lick and suck his flesh. You go lower, scooting yourself down to kiss the tattoos on his chest, and he just watches your every move in astonishment.

"You doin' okay?" You can't help checking in again, looking in his eyes as you playfully bite on his nipples.

"Yeah." He moans out, nodding frantically for you to keep going. Your mouth migrates to his stomach, dipping your tongue into his belly button. He groans again, hands balling into fists against his sides. You drag your tongue down the little trail of hair leading down to his belt, planting one last wet kiss just above it. You undo the belt, unzipping his pants. You stand momentarily, pulling the jeans down his legs and discarding them to the floor. You debate touching him through his boxers, but you're not sure he'll last long enough for that. You remove his underwear too, smiling as his cock stands at attention in your view.

Before straddling Eddie again, you can't resist whistling at the sight of him fully exposed to you. "Damn, you're so beautiful, baby." He blushes again, looking away. "Don't hide, sweetheart. You're safe with me, just relax." You return to your position, sitting between his thighs. You stroke his legs with your hands lovingly, trying to quell his nervous tremors. "We don't have to do this if you're not ready. I know we've already done a lot tonight, that can be enough if you want."

"No, I want to keep going. I'm just a little nervous, but I want this. I want you." He gazes at you purposefully, breathing deeply to calm himself down. You can't help getting a little wet again from his pleas, you're sure he's wanted this just as long as you have. You aim your mouth above the swollen head of his dick, letting a long drip of saliva fall from your lips onto him. "Jesus Christ." He groans, seeing you spit on him like that is so fucking dirty. You take his length in your hand, spreading the moisture around as you begin to pump him. Moans and calls of your name fall helplessly from his lips, he's almost pitiful to watch like this.

You can feel him quickly building up to his release already, you decide to move things along. You lower your head, still looking in his eyes. You lick slow circles around the tip of his cock, making his head fall back onto the pillow. "Tell me how it feels, Eddie. Let me know I'm doing a good job." You purr to him, before taking his entire length in your mouth with ease.

"Oh, fuck!" He shouts, looking up again to see himself fully sheathed inside your lips. You start to bob up and down on him, swirling your tongue around him as you go. "That feels so fuckin' good, Y/N. Better than I ever could have imagined." Eddie's completely fucked for you, panting harshly as his high threatens to take hold.

"Mmmm." You hum against him, sending vibrations through his lower half.

"Oh my God. Do that again." He begs, sounding so needy for you. You happily grant his wish, eating up every sound you pull from him. You gag yourself on his dick, trying to make him cum. You can feel his balls tightening, and his stomach is so tense. Sweat drips down his face, and he can't stop making the most beautifully vulgar noises. You go faster despite the tears running down your cheeks, driving him over the edge. "Shit, I think I'm gonna- oh, FUCK!" Eddie's hips buck into your face as a powerful orgasm rips through him, and you swallow every last drop of his cum as it spills into your mouth.

Once he's empty, you pull yourself off of him with a pop. You crawl over to lay down beside him, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly. You turn over to the bedside table, grabbing his pack of smokes. You pull two out, flicking his lighter to ignite them. Eddie opens his eyes, reaching a hand up to take one of the cigarettes from you. He brings it to his lips and inhales the smoke deeply, exhaling a large, billowy cloud towards the ceiling. You take a drag of your own, letting your free hand entwine with his between you. He strokes your fingers with his thumb, and you squeeze his hand to get his attention. "Did you enjoy yourself, Eddie?" You ask, allowing your smoke to flow lazily from your lips as you speak.

"Definitely, Y/N. That was amazing, and I'm so happy I got to experience it with you." He turns on his side, propping his head up on his hand to look at you. You set the ashtray from the table between you so he can flick the ash, mirroring his position.

"Well, there's still one thing we haven't done yet." You waggle your eyebrows suggestively at him, and you both chuckle at the thought.

"I know, sweetheart. I haven't forgotten, I actually look forward to it." He smirks at you, eyes scanning over your naked body. He takes every chance he can to appreciate your beauty, you mean everything to him, especially now. The two of you finish smoking, in no rush at all. You stub the cigs out in the tray, setting it back onto the nightstand. "So, how do you wanna do this?" Eddie asks, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Well, I figure we can try it the traditional way first. It just seems easiest, I guess." You're feeling a bit nervous now, it's been so long since you've had full-on sex. And you've craved it from Eddie since the day you started dating him, dreaming and fantasizing about it almost every night.

"Okay, lead me through it, my love." You scoot to the middle of the bed, propping your knees up as you spread your legs. He moves out of your way, sitting on his knees as he awaits your instructions.

"So, um, you'll just put yourself between my legs." You feel silly saying this, but you know Eddie just wants to do it right. He does as you ask, holding himself up on his hands and knees as his bottom half gets situated above yours. "Okay, now it helps to do some other things to lead up to sex. Like, you can finger me, kiss my neck, stuff like that. Since we've already done most of that, it won't take much."

"Okay, so what should I start with?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. He's so cute like this, willing to listen to whatever you tell him.

"Well, like before, you just try to build me up. Use what you know, and do what feels natural. I'll tell you if it isn't working, okay?" You stroke his arms, leaning up a little to give him another reassuring kiss. Without warning Eddie deepens it, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. You let him be in the driver's seat, though you'll continue to guide him if he needs it. One of his hands reaches over to massage your tit, squeezing the nipple between his fingers. You moan into his mouth, already becoming very wound up again.

Eddie breaks away, smiling down at you. His hand continues to grope your chest, he seems much more confident now. "Am I doing okay, angel?" He asks, watching your every reaction closely.

"Yes, you're doing great. Keep going." You sigh lustfully, gripping his cock in your hand to encourage him. He lowers his head to your neck, sucking the flesh harshly as he groans against you. "Oh, Eddie." You moan right into his ear, and he bites your neck even harder in response. After a while, Eddie's head slides down to your breasts, kissing and licking them like he did earlier. And his hand goes even lower to rub your clit, surprising you when he finds it on his own on the first try. Most guys before him rubbed your left flap and asked if it felt good, but Eddie is genuinely listening to what you’ve shown him. "That's perfect, love. Keep doing that. Shit, you learn fast." You half-laugh, unable to hide your disbelief.

"If I can meticulously plan every single detail of a month-long D&D campaign, I think I can find my way around a clitoris, Y/N." He chuckles darkly, taking your nipple between his teeth.

"Oh, fuck." You whine, your free hand tangling in his curly locks. You try to speak, though Eddie's touches are scrambling your thoughts. "I don't mean it in a bad way, baby. Quite the opposite, actu- FUCK!" Eddie interrupts you mid-sentence, sliding two fingers into your pussy. He curves them just right, brushing your g spot with ease. If he's this good after one lesson, you can only imagine what he'll be like when you do this again.

You stroke Eddie's dick a little harder, trying to hint to him that he can put it inside you soon. "Patience, love. I want you to be closer before I do that." His head comes back to yours, kissing you hastily as his hand continues to work you over. Another orgasm is brewing inside you, building steadily as Eddie continues to touch you.

He picks up speed, wet noises harmonizing with your moans. Your arousal coats his fingers, and he can't wait to taste you again. "I'm getting close, darling. You can try fucking me now, if you're ready." He pulls out his fingers, and he's just about to suck them clean when you grab his wrist. You bring his hand to your mouth, easily taking his long fingers all the way in. You moan loudly as you taste yourself on them, and Eddie's mouth falls open in shock.

"Hey, I wanted to do that!" He practically pouts at you, making you laugh.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I just figured I'd be a little extra dirty for you, but I'll let you have it next time." He squints at you, still annoyed.

"You better. It was still pretty hot though, I guess." He begrudgingly admits, and it leaves the two of you looking in each other's eyes wordlessly. You're unsure where to go from here, but you decide to take the lead once more. You grab his cock, rubbing him teasingly against your slick folds. You both moan at the sensation, Eddie's eyes fluttering shut as his breath shudders. "So, I just realized I don't have any condoms." He states awkwardly, but you just cup his cheek comfortingly. He opens his eyes again, watching your expression.

"That's okay, baby. I'm on the pill, so you don't have to worry about that." His eyes widen when you say this, before a large smirk spreads across his lips.

"Look at you, planning ahead. That's why I love you, princess." He pecks your lips, taking his length from your grip. He's getting ready to enter you, breath stuttering in anticipation. He looks to you again after he's just outside your soaked cunt. "I'm sorry for making you wait so long, baby." He seems genuinely sad about it, but he shouldn't be. He wasn't ready until this point, and that's okay. You don't want him to feel bad, he shouldn't have any guilt about this.

"Darling, you don't have to apologize. We've taken our time, and it's made tonight so special. I would've waited as long as you needed, years if I had to. Because I love you, more than anything in the whole world." You smile at him, suddenly feeling very emotional about the whole thing.

"I love you too, sweetheart." He says, a single tear falling from his eye. It drips onto your cheek, mingling with one of your own before running down the side of your face. "Are you ready?" He asks, brushing the head of his dick against your needy hole.

"Yes, ready when you are. Take it slow, just push in at your own pace." He nods at your words of encouragement, watching your lower halves as he slowly sheathes himself inside you. You wince slightly at the sensation, it's been so long since you've had a dick inside you so you're not quite used to it. Eddie hisses as your velvet walls welcome him in. He bottoms out, letting you take a moment to adjust. After a minute, you feel yourself loosen up around him, and you wrap your legs around his waist while gripping his shoulders with your hands. "You can move now, Eddie. When you're ready." He nods, eyes screwed shut as you feel so hot and wet and tight around him.

"Fuck, you feel so good inside, angel." He says breathlessly, before slowly pulling himself almost all the way out of you. Before you can respond, he slips back into you with ease. His tip brushes your special spot, ripping a moan from your lips.

"Shit, you can do that harder if you like. Slowly pull out, and slam back in. I can take it, if you want to try." Once again, he takes your notes seriously. He slips out almost all the way again, and this time he shoves himself back inside roughly. "Oh, god!" You cry out, digging your nails into his back. He repeats this action a couple more times, enthusiastically soaking up the pretty sounds you make. "You can go faster, if you're ready." Your breath shudders as you speak, Eddie's thrusts stealing the oxygen from your lungs.

"I know, I'm just trying not to cum early." His eyes are still closed, in deep concentration to focus on pleasing you.

"Don't worry about that, Eds. Just look at me. Focus on how much you love me, and how good it feels. Okay?" You caress his cheek, beckoning him to meet your gaze. He opens his eyes, immediately understanding what you mean. He starts thrusting into you at a steady pace, not breaking eye contact with you. You both moan lewdly, praising each other profusely as he gradually fucks you faster. The air is so thin between you, truly hot and heavy. Your insides are set ablaze, every word and cry of ecstasy stoking the flames.

"You feel so fucking good, baby. I'm not sure I can last much longer, though." He pants, feeling his core tense up as he's getting ready to burst.

"It's okay, I'm getting there too. You wanna know a little trick?" You ask, just as out of breath as sweat slicks you over again.

"Yes, please." He almost begs, wanting to drag you down with him.

"Rub my clit, it'll speed things along if you need it. You can thrust faster too, I won't break I promise." You whine through your words, wanting so desperately to cum with him. His hand goes between you, stroking your clit with his thumb. "Oh, fuck! Just like that, Eddie." You cry out, and he decides to take your other piece of advice. He starts pounding his cock into your pussy, groaning as your walls begin to flutter around him. "Keep going, I'm getting so close." He tries to hang on for your sake, but it's all built up too quickly for him.

"Shit, I can't-" Eddie chokes out, his release taking him over. You feel his load coat your walls, and his hip buck wildly into you as he rides out his high. "Sorry, baby." He wishes that didn't happen, but you want him to keep moving.

"It's okay, just don't stop. Fuck me as long as you can, I'm almost there. Make me cum, darling." You cling to him, pushing him to carry on. He nods breathlessly, overwhelmed with stimulation as he continues to pound your pussy mercilessly. You're unbearably close, moaning many words of motivation to Eddie. "Just like that, don't stop. Please!" You beg and plead with him to give you what you want. And he's doing everything in his power to grant your request. He's still rubbing your clit, and his mouth latches onto your neck to add another layer of pleasure for you.

"I can feel you, cum for me, sweetheart." He says lowly in your ear, before biting your throat aggressively. His words push you off the deep end, and you're plummeting to your demise.

"Oh, God, Eddie!" Your walls clamp down on him, making him shout. Your legs lock onto him, shaking uncontrollably as your back arches off the bed. You scratch your nails down his back, almost breaking the skin. You're flooded from the inside out with absolute bliss, and you go limp in Eddie's arms as you let the high subside.

He pulls out, groaning again as you're still pulsating around him. You whine at the loss, but you're also completely spent. Your mixed release oozes from your pussy, and he watches it curiously. He's tempted to lick it up, but decides against it when he sees your fuckstruck expression. You look so beautiful like this, hair sticking to your sweat-soaked face, your chest heaving and your eyes shut peacefully. "God, I fuckin' love you." He showers your face with kisses, eternally grateful for what you've given him. He'll spend the rest of his life showing you just how much he appreciates it.

"I love you too, baby. I take it you had a good time." You giggle, his little pecks tickle your face. You'd look at him, but you feel so tired all of a sudden. It's like a deep hunger has been sated, but you'd never really noticed how truly starving you were. You're so unbelievably happy in this moment, and it's all because of your beautiful boyfriend. "Hey, Eds?" You ask softly, almost falling asleep in your blissed-out state.

"Hm?" He hums, still peppering you with kisses.

"It's a small thing, really. But can you get a damp washcloth to clean me up?" You force your eyes open now, flicking them to the mess between your legs. He glances at it too, nodding in understanding.

"Of course, anything you need." He kisses your lips again, before standing up to run to the bathroom. He returns quickly, kneeling before you to wipe the cum away gently. "There, all better." He puts the cloth into the laundry basket, and locates both of your underwear to put back on for bed. You lazily pull them on, flopping back down onto the mattress. "Oh, baby. You look so tired." He coos sympathetically, laying beside you as he pulls up the covers.

"I am, in the best way though. You were so good, Eddie. I had a lot of fun." You smirk, humming quietly as he spoons you real close.

"Me too, princess. You're the best girlfriend in the world, you know that?" He kisses the back of your neck, still reeling in sheer adoration of you. You were so patient with him, showing him how to make you feel good. He can't wait to use what he's learned on you again and again, but that's something for another day. He's also quite ready for sleep, reaching to the side table to flick off the lamp.

"And you are the best boyfriend a woman could ask for. I love you, Eddie." You say softly, already drifting off to dreamland.

"I love you too, Y/N. Sweet dreams, darling." He closes his eyes, keeping you warm in his strong arms as he welcomes a deep slumber.

The end.

[silverjirachi]

I cannot emphasize to you enough that the sonic movies are unreasonably good. they do not follow the formula of being a cash grab that so many other big name franchise movies do.

Yeah there is cheap humor in it sometimes but it’s a kids’ movie, also sonic as a character has always been saying cheap corny stuff and not only that, but every single time there is a gag or a joke it is played completely straight. It’s never out of character, particularly sonic’s lines. I keep thinking about how they’ve made it clear that part of his joking and banter is out of insecurity, a “hahahah i need to talk to diffuse this situation” type of thing. i’m particularly thinking of the “haha who does your highlights” thing in the current movie. Shadow rightfully responds to this like “???? what the fuck dude??” because it’s treated not just as A JOKE but an actual, motivated part of the dialogue that the other characters respond to.

Honestly the person who has the most jarring gags is Robotnik but even then it works for his character because he’s just.. that unhinged. There is a full, sudden 4th-wall break in sonic 3 and i almost didn’t care because if anyone was gonna do it, it would be him. It was kind of a funny “i’m at a movie premiere” moment so it worked in the theatre, but i wonder how it will be received and age for people watching at home. But EVEN THEN, these out-of-sequence moments are so rare, and what they do is add to the tone of the movie, which takes itself seriously, but also reminds us to not take it too seriously. They walk this beautiful delicate balance of being a serious movie fully invested in its own stakes and circumstances while also being movie actualizations of cartoon characters. It centrally hinges on the principle that in order for any humor to work in a performance, the actors (and the story) must still be motivated and fully invested as if everything around them is a real circumstance. All three of the sonic movies have mastered this as an art.

Every single actor puts so much thought and love into their character, and the writing does not assume people will like it “just because.” It is so clear that story is the priority rather than ticket sales, and so they end up creating beautiful moments that serve the characters arcs as a piece of art and storytelling rather than just what’s gonna sell. There are literary devices in these things man. Sometimes they’re a little overemphasized, but again. Kids movie. And the thing is, these moments are woven into the parts that do sell. It’s genuinely phenomenal. It’s like a masterclass on good storytelling.

The sonic movies are one of the few rare “other media” movies that do not cop out just because they’re kids movies. That do not cop out just because they already have an invested fanbase who would come anyway. They are a testament to what happens when everyone on the team from the top down cares about the story and the characters. When they let people who are genuine fans of the content work on it. The movies abound with niche and subtle fan references (even memes!) but you blink and miss them. They’re never distracting and again, never played for JUST being a gag or a reference.

What I’m saying is I came into all three Sonic movies as an already established fan who would see junk anyway, preparing to be disappointed, and got ART instead??????? And they’re still putting out bangers three (hopefully four! AND a spinoff!) movies in??????

[inf3ct3dd]

ellie headcanons ..!

warnings : literally none, perfectly sfw 😍😍

content: loser!ellie x reader, more ellie-focused than relationship focused (sorryyyy 😞😞)

authors note: i’ve literally never done headcanons omg 😓 this is js my random ramblings 🔥🔥🔥

pt. 2 ! taglist!!!! masterlist!!

- send you an excessive amount of reels. every 5 seconds. cute cats, random facts about space, stuff she thinks is funny, it all goes to you.

- definitely had a “rock collection” when she was little, but she was so ???? excessive with it??? like every time she saw a rock she picked it up. she walked so weird bc her pockets were just FULL OF ROCKS.

- also, was literally the grimiest kid ever. playing in ROLLING IN the mud, going snail hunting when it rained!!! she was the kid that would go in the bushes and mess w rolly pollies all the time for NO REASON.

- is weirdly good at fishing?? joel took her all the time, and shes a self proclaimed “fishing master”

- WAYYY clumsy. always running into a wall, tripping on air, or missing steps on the stairs (smh its cuz of that damn phone 😒😒)

- im so into the whole “adam sandler” fits cuz its so true. esp during the summer, its some stupid t shirt that says “master baiter” and a pair of old basketball shorts.

- speaking of t shirts, she’s def the type to own an absurd amount of dumb t shirts.

- gets all her clothes from like, walmart and goodwill. she does not CARE!!!

- cuts her own hair too 🤞🏽🤞🏽 shes soooo self sufficient 😍😍😍

- bites. she is such a biter.

- speaking of, i feel like she js has to have something in her mouth constantly. gum, random pieces of plastic, bottle caps, pens, anything 😞

- speaking of mouths (wow sierra so many connections!!!) she def had braces , but she hates wearing her retainer so her teeth are like ever-so-slightly fucked up

- is AMAZING at committing to the bit. she will drag it for DAYSSS if you don’t tell her to stop. once did a (awful) british accent for 4 days until you threw something at her and told her to shut the fuck up

- definitely not shy, just kind of…odd. she’ll talk to anyone that talks to her, she just doesn’t really approach people.

- weird obsession with pickles. has a pickle stuffed animal with a mustache and glasses that she bought from goodwill

- hangs up so much stuff on her walls!!!! tickets, old notes, cards, pictures of people, drawings, old tickets, literally anything she thinks looks cool

- obsessed with rollercoasters!!! she took you to the fair for your first date

- also like- very good at fair games. she’s so cocky about it too, you’ll go home with like 20 stuffed animals she won for you and she’ll carry ALL OF THEM with the stupidest smile on her face

- wears all of joels old contractor-workwear clothes during the colder months

- trys so hard to be “mysterious” but she’s never actually doing anything so she just does stuff like not telling you what movie she’s watching or what she’s eating

- also just texts you 24-7!!! like every time she’s doing something she’s like “i made a quesadilla” “i went to the store” “i took a shower” she just looooves keeping you updated

- tries to raise one eyebrow but ends up just squinting one eye. so funny 😞😞

- really good at solving rubix cubes???

- definitely had a fuck ass bob at one point

- GLASSES. that is all. glasses.

- listens to so much dad rock, midwest emo, indie, she LOVES male manipulator music!! but like she isn’t like thatttt shes so niceeee 😞😞

- mostly calls you babe/baby, she’ll call you really dumb pet names as a joke like “pookie” 😭😭

[scourgeofmyownbrain]

My siblings in Primus, holy fucking shit. I made an Optimus Height Chart. This took me.. SO LONG TO DO. Were y'all aware of how many Optimus designs there are?? Because I don't have all of them on this chart, and I still have TWENTY NINE (29, a 2 and a 9) out of the THIRTY SIX (36, a 3 and a 6) that exist. I didn't include the SEVEN (7) because either they were just a temporary upgraded form, or I already had multiple designs from that universe that were the same height and having all of them is redundant and repetitive.

40 fucking years and nearly as many distinct designs, I deserve a medal, honestly. Optimus has been in every single piece of media the Transformers franchise has ever made. Working on this in tandem with the Megatron one was a wild choice of mine, but I did it.

I included Optimus Primal on this chart. Both are named Optimus, I should not have to explain myself. Big Monkey and Big Truck are the same. No, your honour, I do not plead insanity; why do you ask?

Quick Disclaimer, if any of the images look weird, it's because I had to stitch a few separate images together to create a full body shot of the character.

Links to my Bumblebee Chart and my Megatron Chart. !!NEW!! -> Shockwave, Soundwave, Ratchet, and Ironhide. For future reference, all these charts will be filed under my "Transformers Height Charts" tag and my "aka the adventures of a..." tag. Hopefully, my bumblebee post is acting up and idk if the same issue will happen here.

Master Post

Explanations below the cut because I have fucking WORDS to say. This is gonna be a long one... 29 separate designs...

G1 Beast Wars V1 - ~9 Feet (Primal. Straight from TFWiki, converted to feet and rounded, the tiniest baby man gorilla)

G1 Beast Machines - ~8 Feet (Primal. The wiki failed me, but I found a old forum discussion where they made a chart comparing all the BW/M characters. Glorious stuff, I commend their effort.)

G1 Beast Wars V2 - ~10 Feet (Primal. TFWiki with the clutch, I will not always be this lucky.)

Earth Spark - ~15 Feet (Prime. No official numbers have been given, but I have already figured out how tall Bee is, and I was able to compare the two and get a good estimate. This is the shortest non-animal universe to date holy shit. Look at this, I'm showing my work

I am having a conniption they are so short)

RID 2001 - ~16 Feet (Prime. TFWiki once more, we love one source for everything)

Unicron Trilogy V2&3/ENG&CYB - ~16 Feet (Prime. For the uneducated, the Unicron Trilogy has given each of its 3 seasons separate names and 3 separate art styles. These are the designs used in Energon (S2) and Cybertron (S3). The Wiki had Cybertron's numbers but not Energon's, so for my own sanity, I decided the two were the same height. I could have done something in between Cybertron's and Armada's (S1) numbers, but there was a lot of float between the two)

G1 Beast Wars V3 - ~16 Feet (Primal/Optimal Optimus, this is the result of a fusion between Primal and Prime. The TFWiki says this design is like 40 feet tall, but if that is true, Rattrap, a character stated to be 1.8m or ~6f tall across several sources across several different languages, is actually not that tall. So I call bullshit, this guy is 2.6 Rattraps tall, making him around 16f or 4.9m tall. Checkmate, I win)

Prime Wars V1 - ~17 Feet (Primal. Slight spoilers for further into this chart but I decided that the Prime Wars Trilogy and the Netflix Cybertron Trilogy Optimuses were the same height as the Gen 1 design, because they're nearly identical. So comparing Primal to Prime, Primal comes up to about Prime's tits, bada bing bada boom)

Netflix Cybertron Trilogy - ~17 Feet (Primal. Identical explanation to above, don't want to repeat myself)

One V1 - ~17 Feet 10 inches (Prime. Okay, the Wiki says 32.534 feet, and I call Bullshit. A: These numbers are sourced from the Walmart Promotional AR Experience that came out before the movie. B: There are three decimal points, and that number does not convert into a whole number in meters (which is originally what I thought was weird about it). C: The director has said that this movie is both canon to the LA movies and its own separate canon. I already stated all of this in my Bumblebee chart post, and I will be dying on this hill. This is as short as we see OP in the movie, him at his tallest should match his KCV height, he's never taller than Megsy, so knock a couple feet off the biggest number and voila, my brain hurts)

One V2 - ~18 Feet 10 Inches (Prime. Same explanation as above, but taller than he was without his cog, because he got bigger)

Gen 1 - ~19 Feet (Prime. TFWiki has saved me the effort of figuring it out myself)

Prime Wars - ~19 Feet (Prime. As I said before, since this design is identical to Gen 1, it is the same height)

Netflix Cybertron Trilogy - ~19 Feet (Prime. I've said it twice now, identical, therefore same height)

Knight/Capel-Verse - ~19 Feet 4 inches (Primal. No Robot height given, I have his monkey form height from TFWiki, but comparing him to Optimus he's only a few inches shorter)

Prime Wars V2 - ~ 20 Feet (Primal. Compared to Prime, Prime comes up to about Primal's nose area, and we all know how tall I think this Prime is)

Animated - 20 Feet 6 Inches (Prime. This number actually comes from @phoenix-inanis and the glorious calculations they have done on the TFA Characters. Go check it out, because animated has literally no actual numbers -> https://phoenix-inanis.notion.site/TFA-Height-Chart-f6ad2960ca8c4c5b859ee4958723aaa4?pvs=4)

Knight/Capel-Verse - 20 feet 10 Inches (Prime. TFWiki has graced me with a number)

One V3 - ~20 Feet 10 Inches (Prime. If it's canon to KCV, then it's canon here. I've already told you my reasons)

Cyberverse - 21 Feet (Prime. Oh, shitty screenshot from a random Russian YouTube video; you treat me so well. I would adore a better scan of this if anyone has one)

Unicron Trilogy V1/ARM - 22 Feet 11 Inches (Prime. Technically, this number is for the Armada video game, which isn't exactly canon to the show. But I don't have any other numbers and my brain is tired, so CANON IT IS)

Aligned Cont. RID15 V1 - 25 Feet (Prime. I'm really proud of this one: I can already hear some of your questions. "But I thought his second form was as tall as his TFP V2 form, and this one was as tall as TFP V1," "but his V1 forms and V2 forms look like each other," You thought Wrong!! And I can Prove it!! Let's refresh ourselves on the height difference between TFP V1 Prime and Bee.

As we can see, Bee comes up to the top of Optimus's hips. Lovely. Now, let's look at RID15's height difference when Optimus first returns. Keep in mind that RID15 Bee and TFP Bee are the same height.

Look, Bee comes up to Optimus's chest in this form, not his hips. He comes up to a similar point on Bulkhead in the previous picture. Let's look at Prime's second form.

This is from the intro; yes, Bee is crouched, but look, if he stood straight he only comes up to about Prime's hips, JUST LIKE IN TFP!!! With this evidence, we can conclude that Prime's first RID15 form is similar in height to Bulkhead! I was so fucking excited to show y'all this, I was so proud of myself, I still am)

Bayverse V1 - 28 Feet (Prime. From the first 4 movies. Straight from TFWiki, because Mr. Michael Bay loves me)

Bayverse V2 - 29 Feet (Prime. Only in The Last Knight. Mr. Bay has lovingly kissed my forehead because he always gives me numbers for his movies)

Aligned Cont. WF/FOC/TFP V1/RID15 V2 - 30 Feet (Prime. TFWiki/Fandom/Me respectively. I love you, Video Game Info Screens. I am still pretty syced about figuring RID15 out, oh I feel so good. Almost makes me forget about how FREAKISHLY HUGE this universe is. And how the games concretely prove this fact)

Aligned Cont. TFP V2 - 35 Feet (Prime. Yes this number comes from Fandom, but this entire universe is monstrously huge for no reason, I believe it. Go look at my Bee chart for more in-depth and insane rant about how huge this universe is compared to other universes, it's at the end of the post)

Not Pictured: Aligned Cont. Rescue Bots and Rescue Bots Academy Optimus Prime - 30 Feet. (Yes, Optimus in the Aligned Continuity has 7 distinct designs across the whole thing. I am in physical pain. SEVEN?? ONE GUY?? SEVEN??), Bayverse Optimus Prime Power Up - 40 Feet. (It's an upgrade form that does not stick around, why should I include it), RID 2001 Super Mode - ~21 feet (Optimus can turn it on and off at will, it's just an upgrade mode), Unicron Trilogy Energon & Cybertron Optimus Prime Super Mode - ~20 Feet (Once more, upgrade mode, it's like stilts, you don't count something you don't always have on.)

29 pngs, holy shit I've done it. This took so long. If anyone has any suggestions for which transformer I should aggressively analyze next please tell me I don't know which ones to do next.

Here are the different layers separated, just so you can see all the many Optimuses (Optimusi?) clearly. I know my og chart is crowded, there's 29 pngs on there you don't think I noticed?

[seungfl0wer]

*I’ll do anything*

Part Title: Devils Helping Hand

Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff?

Paring: Minho x Reader (Fem)

Warnings: Mafia!Au, Mentions of death, Sick sibling, Mentions of being shot, also mentions of being Minhos slave, slight blood mention

This will be a small series. For my 🔪 anon, they have a beautiful brain and now I’m obsessed with the thought of Mafia boss Minho 😪 (Their request/thoughts Here and Here) also side note this is the first series of writings I’ve done in a long while so please bare with me and my ramblings.

Series Master List

-🩵

You prepared for this for weeks, wanting it to go right because it meant everything if you could pull it off. Staring at the building knowing there was people in there willing to shoot you on sight. But none of that mattered if you could pull it off. Your brother has been getting worse and worse. He’s been in the hospital for the past month battling his illness but nothing seems to be helping. There’s a new treatment they want to try however it’s expensive. The insurance can only cover so much of it and the rest is up to you.

You’ve been working your ass off 2 jobs, barely eating to save money and your sleep schedule? People slept? You sighed loudly watching as people got into their car to leave. You’ve been scoping out the schedules of them seeing when they leave how long they stay how many go in and out. It was gonna work. It had to work. You find the window that’s been open for the past 3 days slinking your body through it. Bingo. The room was close to the one you needed. You peaked out the door quickly checking the surroundings before bolting to the room beside.

The door was locked but you learned how to pick a lock just for this. You worked your janky skills as you heard voices down the hall. Heart races as you quickly tried the lock and then it clicked. You were in! You hurriedly got into the room so know one could see. One thing that was very odd to you was there was no cameras. You even had a mask you were gonna wear but realizing there wasn’t anything you didn’t put it on.

You searched the room opening ever drawer and checking ever nook you could. You were getting frustrated not being able to find the safe you knew was there. Until you remembered in those movies people would keep things behind paintings. Eh it was worth a shot to check. Moving the few art pieces you rolled your eyes as you actually found the safe behind a painting of the boss. He was handsome, but word had it he was a very cold hearted man. I mean he had to be doing this job.

You searched anywhere to find a code he might have wrote down anywhere. You sighed why couldn’t it have been one of those with the tiny keys. As you looked you heard the door opening “fuck” you say in a whisper “this is it huh” you said to yourself. You weren’t going to go out with a fight though. You stood behind the door waiting for him to come in as he shut the door he looked over to his desk. Noticing things had been moved he turned to grab the door again only to be met with your eyes.

He was so calm and collected while your heart was about to beat out of your chest. Your palms started to sweat and you could feel a lump get stuck in your throat as you tried to speak. He tilted his head a bit looking you over “who hired you?” He asked staring at you eyes staying locked “I’ll pay you double what they’re paying you” he said still studying you. He seemed almost confused you looked like such a sweet girl. Your innocent eyes shaking as you stared at him.

“No one sent me” you admitted, trying to make eye contact with him. He scoffed a bit “you broke in here with out no one find you and you expect me to believe you” he laughed “what the hell did you come here for then? Do you have a death wish?” He said making his way to his desk. This wasn’t going as you expected but you weren’t leaving here empty handed. You stared at him as he looked at the painting that hid the safe. “Ah so you came for money is that it?” He questioned. You nod “My brother is sick” you said softly “i don’t give hand outs sorry” he laughs a bit before you cut him off “then let me work for you, I can do anything.”

He paused looking at you “I can get a whore anytime” he was about to say before you continued “I can clean really well, I’m also a pretty good cook” he raised an eyebrow he was honestly more confused than anything. “Pay me the money for my brother and in return I’ll be your servant” you said choking back tears. You couldn’t tell if it was from being upset about your brother or the fact this man could literally just kill you here.

He walked to his desk sitting down staring at you with big boba eyes “and if I refuse?” He smirked “what will little you do to me hmm?” He has a point what exactly could you do if he said no. The only thing you could really muster out was a “please” your hands trembled now, shaking so bad it felt like you were vibrating. Your legs felt like jello so wobbly and weak. You looked over your face making his way to you he lifted your head to make you look at him. He stared at you thinking hard “You will do anything I ask you. No protesting. Everything I say to you is met with a yes sir. If you cannot follow these orders say goodbye to your brother.”

That last part hurt a bit, but you nodded excepting the offer “good girl” he said in response dropping your face “how much exactly do you need?” He says like the money is an after thought like he was so rich it wouldn’t matter. “His first treatment would be 80K but his insurance is covering at least 10K so 70K.” You croaked out. It was so much money and that was only for the first treatment and it may not even work. You had 5K saved already from working yourself to death but it would take you forever to get it all.

He nodded “pocket change honestly” he said with a cold expression “I’ll pay it in full for you to come work for me for at least 6months” he said staring at you. You were honestly shocked 6months? You thought he’d just make you a slave forever “however you will move into my home for the time being so I can keep you close. Don’t want you running off after I pay” he laughed a bit “like you’d be able to hide from me” he said still laughing. “And if he needs another treatment we can work something out.” He said cracking his neck slightly.

You kinda just nod your head was empty at this point. Your body had almost gone numb at the thought of what you had offered. If you got yourself killed who would be there to help your brother? So you made a deal with yourself there and then, you were gonna put a smile on and work as hard as possible. No matter what the man would through at you. You were gonna live and live to see your brother better.

“So is it a deal darling?” He said his voice so sweet sounding but his face turned into a smug smile. “It’s a deal.” You said locking eyes with the man “Good choice, now please sit while I grab my stuff. We will swing by your house before we head to your new home.” You nod “oh by the way darling I never caught your name.” He said nonchalantly rummaging through his desk “I’m y/n.” You said as you watched the man he nodded slightly “Y/n- hmm. A pretty name for a pretty lady” he smiled.

Was he hitting on you? Your eyes widen a small bit thinking to yourself. The smile on his face widened a bit at your expression “gonna put you to work when we get there cause I’m starving” he said finding the paper he needed “oh by the way kitten, if you are going to my little slave just know you will not leave as innocent as you came here” he said smirking getting up putting his bag over his shoulder. That’s it. You had literally just sold yourself, not just for work but your body.

Shit. You said to yourself can’t he get any hooker or whatever he wants. He wouldn’t want you right? RIGHT!?

-🩵

He opened the door for you to get in the car he got in after sitting beside you. He told the older man driving your address and you headed to your house. Your mind buzzing thinking of what you are getting into. You broke the silence with a low “shit.” Minho turned his head in question wondering what had made you said that. But before he could ask the man had pulled into your place. It was a small janky apartment where he knew well had a lot of problems. Just last week someone from his group had shot someone dead in the street.

His eyes looked over at you how could you be living here? Someone so beautiful in such a crime ridden place, you didn’t have anyone here to protect you he thought to himself. Or did you? He never thought to ask honestly. And if you would have someone what then? He’d make sure they’d be outta the picture.

Minho broke out of his thoughts as you tapped his shoulder “uhm we’re here” you said softly looking at him with almost puppy dog eyes. You both walked in silence up to your door, your apartment was pretty empty you hadn’t bought much of anything after moving here. It was the closets and cheapest place you could get to your work and your brother. The place itself was very neat and clean almost looked like you just moved in.

Closing the door behind you, you turned to Minho “I have a question” you said avoiding eye contact. Before he could respond he heard a faint meow coming from the only chair you had in the living room. He smiled his expression softened as he knew what you were gonna ask. “I’ve always loved cats” he said walking towards the crusty looking cat. The cat rolled over as he approached exposing her little patchy belly. Her fur was a burnt orange color with a black and white batches over. She was a little chunky thing, with only one eye. Her meow was cute almost like a kittens meow how high pitched it was.

“Will she be joining you?” He asked as he petted her soft fur. His body language was so different now, he seemed approachable and kind. “Is that ok with you?” You said with hopeful eyes. He nods “of course” he pauses for second “when we get home you will address me as sir as I said before. You haven’t said it once but I will let it slide for now.” He said standing up staring at you “get what you need quickly.”

You head to your room grabbing clothes and such. As you did the man snooped through your house. Checking your fridge. Empty. Empty?? His jaw almost drops at the sight. It was so bare not even condiments. There was a single bottle of water, a small carton of milk and jar of jelly. What the fuck do you even eat? He questioned. How are you even alive if this is what your fridge looked like. He looked in the cupboard seeing a few canned foods but he noticed you had a whole shelf of cat food, treats and wet food. Of course. Damn you’re so sweet aren’t you. Buying food for your cat over yourself. God how’s he gonna be this tough guy over you when you’re this loving? He thought.

You came back out with a suitcase packing the cats stuff and putting her in her carrier. You looked at him as he stood by the door scared for what is to come but relieved your brother will be taken care of. You two walked back the car heading to your new “home” back again in silence.

-🩵

You pulled up to a beautiful house, it was nestled in the woods you could see a beautiful garden at the side with a small pool on the other side of the house. The house itself was not overly big. Bigger than one man needed but no mansion like you thought he’d have. Stepping out of the car Minho grabbed the carrier as you took your suit case out. You headed inside where he gave you a small tour, showing you where you’d be staying which was right across from his room.

“Alright now that you know the place I’m starving.” He said stretching his arms above his head “let’s see how your cooking skills are” you nod as you both walked towards the kitchen. You looked through the fridge that was stalked to the brim of fresh vegetables, fresh fruit and meat. Anything and everything you could really want. You quickly get to work on making him some fish over rice and some fresh steamed veggies.

As you cooked he watched over you, like a Sargent almost. He found it so attractive you could cook because he himself loved to cook. That’s a reason he’s never hired a chef but now he had you. Watching you make him food, your pretty lips in a pout almost as you focused on what you were doing. His body almost moved on its own, he pressed himself against your hands coming up to grab yours as you cook. “You should do it like this” he said helping you cook the fish.

He was so close to you, you could feel his hot breath on the back of your neck. Body pressed as close to yours as he could. His other hand resting firmly on your hip as his other wrapped around your hand that was holding the pan. You could feel him moving his hips slightly against you. Soft enough he thought you wouldn’t feel, but you did. God did you feel it. “Y/n” he said softly “you’re doing so well” his voice barely audible. The very intimate moment was interrupted by his phone ringing. His sighed loudly as he pealed himself away from your body grumply answering the phone.

“What” he hissed at whoever pulled him away from you. “Alright I’ll be right there” he said another loud sigh escaping his plush lips. “Of course I gotta go” he rolled his eyes. You titled your head a bit as you heard a car horn honking. He quickly went to the door “Make yourself at home I won’t be gone longer than 2 hours.” He said rushing out the door. You breathed out almost sad he had to leave. You wondered how much time he actually had to himself. He seems like he works himself a lot especially at the state of his house. You finished making his dinner placing it in the microwave for him to heat back up.

You kept yourself occupied cleaning up the kitchen, you cleaned up half the house before you sat down falling asleep on the couch. Minho finally came home later than he was supposed to. It was 3am, he looked exhausted slight blood painted his shirt. As he walked through the door he was almost shocked at how clean you had gotten things already. He saw you sleeping on the couch he was going to carry you to bed but remembered his shirt. He took a quick shower before coming back out. While he was in the shower you had heard him come home. You heated his food up for him setting it out on the table with a glass of whine you had found.

You slumped back into the couch waiting for him to come out only to quickly fall back asleep. The couch was so comfortable. You had been sleeping on a small bed on the floor. Anything was honestly better than it, it was so hard and lumpy.

Minho came out of the shower the smell of the food had filled the air his hungry stomach lead him straight to the kitchen. His heart cried as he saw you had warmed his food up and sat it out for him. Why the fuck are you being so kind to him? He thought to himself. He quickly devoured the delicious food you had prepared and oh boy was it delicious. He made his way to the couch seeing you had fallen back asleep he picked you up taking you to your room. You laid you down putting the covers over you and quickly kissing your forehead.

This was it. You were gonna ruin him. You already had his heart melting. Do flips at the sight of you. The thoughtfulness you had already shown and being so obedient cleaning when he didn’t expect you to already. He stared at you softly for a moment “one of us is gonna destroy the other, I can feel it. And honestly I hope it’s me who’s destroyed at the end” he said before placing another kiss to your forehead leaving to his room. He laid there staring at the ceiling just thinking of you before drifting off to sleep.

💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

[sweaterkittensahoy]

One of the greatest lessons I've ever learned from MST3k is that people will always find a way to make art.

Is it always art I want to see? No. is it art I personally consider good? No. Is it something I would even personally call art? Nope.

But here's what MST3k made clear: There are so many fucking movies that exist because they MATTER to someone. Sometimes only ONE someone, but they cared so fucking much, a piece of art exists.

Is Monster A Go-Go good? Not from any way you could measure it. But is it art made by someone who loved what they were doing? YES. To the point that the script got re-written when after years of trying to finish it, a star went bald, and the writers went, "Okay, well now you're your own brother."

Eraserhead, a b-movie classic, was created on a similar timeframe.

But David Lynch is a fucking master of weird and confusing, and the team behind A Go-Go were not.

But at the end of the day, there's still a movie, goddamnit.

And there are so many "bad" movies that exist because they were made by people who simply loved their art. Ed Wood couldn't cut anything he ever filmed because he loved all that film. Bert I. Gordon had no budget but made his special effects interesting and fun. Russ Meyer loved titties, and he fucking delivered on titties.

Are any of these works a masterclass in film making? No. But a masterclass in love and devotion? Yes.

And, truly, MST3k falls under the same umbrella. A cheap, weird little show that has maintained and grown while keeping its overall sensibility. A love letter to bad movies by ribbing them to a level they deserve. By loving them so much they can't stop ribbing them.

MST3k taught me more about loving art than so many of the things that were meant to teach me about loving art.

[lavendermunson]

i want you, bless my soul - eddie munson

from the candy cane box at leia's christmas tree farm

summary best friend au, with the prompt “So, um. That was something. Should we do that again?” for the one and only @onegirlmanytales thank you for requesting my love, I hope you like the direction I took and enjoy it so much!!

cw FLUFF. best friends to lovers. two oblivious idiots in love. r's first kiss. brief mention of insecurities. steve and robin cameo!

w.c 1.7k

“No one has ever kissed me… let’s just forget about it!”

You sigh, placing the freshly baked cookies on a beautiful porcelain bowl Eddie gave you last Christmas. Their scent calming every nerve your best friend decides to play with today.  All of your friends are arriving in a couple of minutes for the annual Christmas party.

“You are telling me no one has ever kissed you under the rain?”

“Eddie please, just stop it”

“No one has ever kissed you under the moonlight!”

He tries to guess. You regret telling him about your first kiss. It hasn’t happened yet… but he thinks it has, he just thinks it was bad or embarrassing because you’ve never told him. And you tell him everything, he is your best friend.

“You are never going to guess, I'm tired of this now”

He chases you around your house, as you walk with the bowl of cookies in your hands. You place them on the coffee table of your living room, alongside all the other snacks and drinks to enjoy the night. 

“I know! no one has ever kissed you under the mistletoe. That’s why you don’t have one” 

Eddie thinks he hit the jackpot, smiling brightly at you. 

“No one has ever kissed me, okay!” you snap, tired of his games. “I haven’t had my first kiss yet” 

You throw your hands in the air, standing in front of him. Eddie was the only one who didn’t know about this. The rest of your friends know, because you know they weren’t going to laugh or make fun of you. But Eddie is capable of it, not because he is mean. His personality is just like that, he is the joke expert and the prank master. This was a serious topic to you, something that kept toying with your self-esteem.

Your arms fall to the side, your hands close on a fist, white knuckles and eyes shut trying to hide the embarrassment that’s eating you alive as you wait for Eddie to laugh at you and make a hundred jokes about this. 

You wish the floor could swallow you whole.

Eddie notices the way you tense up, confessing the secret you’ve held for a long time. He thought there was some catch to it, but there wasn’t. Who the fuck can live without ever kissing your lips? he asks himself, when he has been dreaming about it since the first time he met you at the arcade. 

You were babysitting the kids, holding their quarters for them as you paced around the sticky carpet. Back when Eddie’s ears got used to quieting down everything around him except your sweet voice. 

He didn’t want to lose you, he could never. And he was sure he wasn’t your type, with your room having a Karate Kid poster and a picture of Michael Schoeffling ripped out of a magazine.

Missing the picture of Eddie Van Halen on your jewelry box, he knew your type was far away from him. 

You were never going to like him, his friends would tease him about it. They would fill Eddie’s mind with ideas that tormented him before going to bed. You are way too out of his league.

He is happy with the best friend title because he gets the best friend treatment. He gets to hug you when you see him, cuddle with you on movie nights, and hang around his trailer all day. He would never trade your presence for anything, not a metal concert, not even the fame some rockstars get overnight.

For Eddie you are everything, you mean everything. His life is so much better with you around.

But he doesn’t laugh or start making a full comedy show, instead, you hear the thump of things falling out of his pockets. His lighter, a pack of cigarettes, previously chewed gum wrapped in a piece of paper, and his van keys. He empties his pockets trying to find what he has been looking for and when he finds it, he goes around your house looking for tape.

“What are you doing with that? no one is coming here to kiss me, only our friends” 

“Well? m’lady. I doubt you want to spend another Christmas unkissed” He takes your hand, guiding you closer to him until you are both under the mistletoe. “This is how it works, you stand here, and as the rule says you kiss the person in front of you”

You watch as Eddie taps the branch with his finger. Pointing at it, then at him, and finally at you. You are exactly in the spot, you look at him. Begging him to kiss you.

You've thought about it for a while. What would it be like to kiss him? Not someone random, not a guy who coats your ears with sugar at work. Just Eddie.

The guy who sits on the edge of his bed, shirtless, and while his fingers are gentle with the strings of his guitar you can’t do anything else but admire. Trying to memorize all of his features and tattoo that scene on your head for the rest of your life.

The guy who asked you to color his tattoos, trusting your artistic eye and trying to kill time before the pizza got to his trailer. You asked for a rain check that night, knowing you’d lose your mind the second your fingers touched his bare chest.

“And who’s gonna kiss me?” you ask. 

“Uhh, Jonathan?” Eddie asks, raising one of his eyebrows. Trying to question you to see who your type is.

“I pass” 

“Steve?” Eddie’s voice cracks. If you passed at Jonathan, there’s a high chance you could say yes to Steve and he would fall to his knees, defeated. 

“I don’t think so” 

His brown eyes are wide open. Shit. Not even Steve?

“Let’s just enjoy our evening…” Unless you want to kiss me, you think.  “Let’s forget about it”

You try to escape from the compromised positions, but your legs feel heavy as you step aside. You thought Eddie was going to kiss you. 

When you try to escape, he wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls you back to him.

“Wait”

You feel a jolt of electricity, his touch being hard on you yet not hurting. His eyes looking for yours and when you finally lock your gaze with his. He takes a deep breath, ready to risk it all.

Eddie pulls you to his chest, resting a hand on the small of your back. You feel the goosebumps all over your body, his breath tingling your lips. He notices the shine in your eyes, pleading for him to do something because you are too nervous to move.

If he wanted to kiss you, he would kiss you. That’s what you believe. 

He looks at your eyes, at your lips. Impatient, he is making you melt under his touch, and you feel your insides are screaming at him to do something. You decide to wrap your arms around his waist, afraid of him slipping through your fingers and regretting this moment.

You capture him. As he looks down at you like a starved man. 

Eddie’s mind is clouded with hundreds of thoughts. This could be so good, this could get bad and ugly. It’s your first kiss, it should be special. It should be with someone you like, Do you like him? Do you want him?

He snaps back to reality when you reach for a strand of hair that fell to his face. Tugging the curl in the back of his ear. Your fingers send shivers through his spine, feeling your gentle touch against his skin. He melts under your touch too.

“Let’s get this over with” he breathes out, digging his fingertips on the small of your back to keep you close. His lips press against yours, you close your eyes enjoying the moment. 

But it’s your first kiss. You don’t know what to do, but just as you start to panic Eddie cups your cheeks, his thumb pressing against your warm skin. 

“Relax” he whispers on your lips, taking control of the situation. You feel his lips crash with yours, dancing against them as you try to keep up with the pace.

Is this how it feels? To kiss someone for the first time, or even better, to kiss the boy you love for the first time. Your mind is in the clouds, every part of your body feels lighter as a feather.

His lips are so soft. What the actual fuck? How were you able to survive so long without this?

It’s your first kiss. But it feels like it’s Eddie’s too. He can feel his body fill up with electricity, his heart thumping against his chest – just like yours – He has kissed girls before, even boys. But this feeling is new, he is finally kissing someone he loves.

“WOAH! They are kissing” You break away from the kiss as you hear Robin’s voice. She looks at you then at Eddie, a smile showing off on her face. “Sorry, keep doing that!” 

“Good job, guys!” Steve says, pushing Robin to the kitchen as she keeps her thumbs up in the air.

Eddie shakes his head, looking down at you. Seeing that smile he loves so much as you giggle, with your body so close to his. You try to catch the air he knocked out of your lungs, keeping him pressed against you.

“Woah indeed” His eyes look at the mistletoe, at your puffy pink lips, and at your flushed cheeks. He grins proudly. 

“That was… something” you smile, scrunching up your nose as you look at his matching pink lips and cheeks.

“Should we do it again?” he asks, his chest heaving up and down. 

“Please” you whisper, feeling your body yearning for more of him.

“Anything you want, princess”

He kisses you again, this time he quickens the pace of it. You feel his tongue brush against yours causing you to whimper. He giggles at your reaction, groaning for more of you. Eddie is addicted to your taste already. If the smell of your chapstick made him crazy, this sure is going to kill him.

You start to move your tongue, feeling the closure as your teeth crash with his, and the mix of chapstick and saliva, with a touch of cigarette coats your bottom lip. You can’t get enough of the feeling of his lips keeping yours warm and nice.

“Fuck, you taste good” his shaky words come out as he takes a breather, inches from your lips. His teeth find your bottom lip, nipping at it as you open your mouth for him once again.

You won't be spending Christmas unkissed.

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Dead or Alive

After Spring Break, no one could find Eddie Munson dead or alive. His Uncle Wayne, the angry mob, even the police couldn’t locate him so everyone assumed he was dead. Some grieved his loss but most celebrated his apparent demise believing it to be what he deserved after killing Chrissy, Fred, Patrick, and Jason and hurting poor Max Mayfield.

Once the town recovered enough, Wayne bought a headstone for an empty grave and dutifully washed off the new graffiti that appeared each day. The kids of the Party mourned the loss of their idealistic Dungeon Master and disbanded Hellfire Club out of respect to him. And Robin and Steve disappeared to Steve’s empty house to grieve the loss of a friend (or so it seemed).

Because while everyone thought they were grieving and finding support in each other, they were actually caring for Eddie’s wounds and watching gay movies on Steve’s couch. They are junk food, cuddled in front of the TV, and appreciated being alive.

Steve couldn’t be around the party because he was supposed to be broken-hearted but it was the opposite. While he left the Upside Down the most recent time with more scars, both mental and physical, it also gave him everything he’d ever wanted. It took him away from the job he hated, gave him more time to spend with Robin, and it gave him a prospective boyfriend.

He felt bad keeping Eddie a secret away from the kids and his uncle but he had no other choice. Until he and Robin could brainstorm a logical explanation for his innocence and return from the dead, it’d be the three of them in hiding. Which to him, wasn’t a bad thing. Between the love of Robin and Eddie, his house felt less like a crypt and more like a home.

After a few weeks, they’d all gotten used to their solitary. Imagine their surprise when someone walks in on the three of them watching the Rocky Horror Picture Show right on the scene of Rocky showing off his fishnet clad calves. Imagine Officer Phil Callahan’s horror when his eyes landed on an injured homicidal maniac sitting half on his brother’s lap while drooling over Tim Curry. And imagine Steve’s mortification when his brother stood unmoving in the doorway of the living room with one hand on his hip and the other held over his open mouth in shock.

“WHAT IN THE FUCK IS EDWARD MUNSON DOING IN OUR PARENT’S LIVING ROOM?!” Phil shrieked, his face going red in barely concealed rage.

Steve, Eddie, and Robin all spoke at once.

“Is he? Oh my goodness, I didn’t notice. Steve, Eddie is in your house!”

“It’s just Eddie, you piece of shit.”

“Ok technically, I can explain.”

Phil just looked at them like all three of them were insane. “HE’S A KILLER!”

“No he’s not. He’s just a metalhead, Phil.”

“What is that supposed to do with anything, Steve?! I don’t care that he’s a metalhead, I care that he murdered at least three people in a week!”

Steve shot up from his seat so he was nearly eye-level with Phil. “Woah, he did not! I was with him the entire week and neither of us killed anyone.”

Phil just shook his head in confused exhaustion. “Is he dangerous?”

Steve looked him directly in the eye, “no! He didn’t do anything and he’s one of my best friends now.”

“Fine. I’m not dealing with this shit tonight. You,” he pointed at Eddie, “don’t kill anyone. And Steve, do not wake me up before ten AM unless someone is getting killed. Jesus Christ.”

He stomped up the stairs, grumbling under his breath the entire way. Meanwhile, Steve sat back down next to Eddie and gave him a small smile. “Well, that went better than expected.”

Eddie looked at him in disbelief, “did it Steve? Did it?”

(It, in fact, did not. The next morning, Steve had to tackle Phil away from the phone when he tried to call the chief and then had to hold him down while Robin rambled the entire story in an impressive four minutes. He only gave up once Steve threatened to disappear himself and Eddie (and Robin) forever without ever contacting Phil again.)

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sunoo would scold you right now if he could. sunoo warned you it could be dangerous, but you were fed up with ni-ki’s attitude lately.

more menacing, rude, angry, short tempered, everything. he was like a hormonal teenage girl. probably worse.

you stayed in the shadows, masking your scent with a smell that didn’t go noticed by vampires. (thanks to your snooping around jay’s room).

you ended up following ni-ki tonight in where ever he was going. eunchae surprisingly hadn’t came with him.

your heart sped with each step you took further into the woods that ni-ki was walking towards with no care or fear.

you were careful not to make a sound, to not step on a twig, or be clumsy and fall like someone in movies. about less than a mile in, ni-ki reached a group of people his age around a bonfire.

you got as close as possible and nearly gasped at what you saw. a few guys with girls on their laps. but it wasn’t that they were horny couples. no.

the boys were feeding on these girls. were these seriously the new boys ni-ki had been hanging around?

your eyes narrowed in on ni-ki, and your jaw dropped seeing ni-ki take a seat, a girl getting comfy on his lap, before his own teeth sunk into her neck.

“what the fuck?” you whispered and went to step back but fell. “shit!”

all the vampires stopped what they were doing, the girls in a trance and oblivious to what was happening.

standing up slowly and quietly, you counted each vampire, accounting for each you saw earlier. they hadn’t moved from their spots other than their ears perking.

“probably an animal.” a blonde boy said.

ni-ki looked around, deep down, feeling off about the situation. he pushed the girl off of him. “you sure it was just an animal?”

“bunnies and deers live in the forest too, ya’know.” the blonde guy laughed, going back to his feeding.

“just sit down and finish eating. you need your energy.” another voice said. this time it was a dark hair guy with full lips from your observation.

holding your breath, you walked quietly away, trying to remember your way back out to the main road.

avoiding every leaf, twig, anything and everything that could make a slight noise.

you finally let your breath out when you saw the tree line, but yelped at a hard push, your back hitting a tree trunk.

“ow.” you whimpered. you opened your eyes, seeing ni-ki holding you close to the tree by your shoulders.

“what do you think you’re doing, sweetheart?” ni-ki uttered with a smile.

you gulped. “just going for a walk.”

ni-ki smiled smugly. “it’s dangerous for you to be out here like this.” ni-ki used his finger to play with a piece of your hair.

“then what are you doing out here?”

“i’m a vampire, i can hold my own.”

ni-ki had evidence of blood on the corner of his lip, you couldn’t help but notice. ni-ki, never taking his eyes off you, used his tongue to lick it up.

“mhm, tasty.” he laughed and moved away from you, your back still against the tree, afraid to move.

“ni-ki—,”

“come on, let’s get you home.” ni-ki nodded towards the main road.

you didn’t know why, but you were afraid to go with him. “ni-ki—,”

“i said, let’s go.” he ordered deeply.

you’ve never heard his voice go so deep before. you swallowed nonexistent water and nodded, afraid to say anything further.

walking beside him, less than 12 inches apart, you both walked back towards the house in silence.

you had so many questions, but had no way of expressing them. you felt muted.

the walk home seemed to take forever, and as you arrived, you went to run to the door, but ni-ki grabbed your wrist, fingers tightening, leaving a mark for sure.

“ouch ni-ki,”

“you are to say nothing, understood?”

you looked up at him from your wrist, nodding. “i understand.”

his hold tightened. “i’m serious. you let out even a slight peep about tonight, i will ruin you.” he threatened.

again you nodded. “i—i promise.”

although ni-ki was younger than you, he was 100 times more threatening in every way.

he smiled in satisfaction. “good.” he went to turn around, “just so you know, that musk smell doesn’t last long.”

he walked off, your guess back to finish his feeding. ni-ki was feeding on actual humans again. you felt so torn. afraid to tell on him, but feeling like a coward for keeping it in. you could be jeopardizing those girls lives.

you remembered how ni-ki was when he first fed on a human. it was bad, nearly killing the poor girl. ni-ki can’t control his hunger once he feeds. anytime he fed on you, an elder and another had to be with him just to be sure he didn’t hurt you.

you also remember his attitude and personality when he fed on human blood. he became stronger, his powers different.

could he be behind your nightmares?

“love, what are you doing?” jay asked. he had opened the front door, you unaware, which cause you to startle.

“oh, i just needed some fresh air.”

“did you try to mask yourself? you smell weird.”

you nodded shyly. “i just wanted time alone, without being followed.”

instead you did the following.

“been snooping in my room, huh?”

you rocked back and forth, innocently. “maybe.”

jay gave you a wicked smile. this time you squealed in delight, running into the house, jay hot on your heels.

“you can run, but you can’t hide from me love! i told you, you snoop, you get punished!”

you ran past the living room, past the kitchen, ignoring any of the other boys you passed.

you started running up the steps, jay calling out from the bottom. “get to my room like a good girl and i will go easy on you!”

you looked behind you for a split second, sticking out your tongue.

you ran towards ni-ki’s room at the end of the hall, shutting the door behind you, rushing to take cover in his closet, stepping over his (nasty) dirty clothes.

you squatted, and when you went to put your hand down, you felt something cold. picking it up, you found it was condom wrappers.

“ew!” you screeched, and the closet door opened. jay started laughing when he saw your disgusted facial expression while holding the unopened condom.

jay shrugged, “at least he’s being protected.” jay grabbed it and threw it over his shoulder. “we won’t need that.”

jay lifted you, throwing you over his shoulder with ease, and walked back down to his room, slapping your butt in the process.

“would’ve had an easier punishment if you would’ve just went to my room like a good girl.”

jay threw you on his bed after he shut his door with a lock. “scoot towards the edge of the bed. hands out.”

you followed the orders, jay getting duct tape out of his drawer, and taping your wrists together. your lower half fluttered in excitement.

he ripped off an extra piece, taping it over your mouth. he smirked. “bring back memories, love?”

you nodded. jay pushed you to lay on your back on the bed, pulling your body towards the middle. he placed your hands and arms above your head.

“you remember the rules. do not remove that tape from your mouth. do not move your hands from above your head.”

you nodded. jay parted your thighs, taking no time to get your pants and underwear off. thankfully he didn’t rip them off.

“actually—,” he began as he changed his mind. he pulled the duct tape off your mouth gently, only to replace it with your own underwear. “goes for the same—don’t remove it.”

jay pushed your thighs further apart, your feet resting on the bed. you were open and ready for him, inviting him to do whatever he wanted.

he took off his belt, and used it as a way to punish you. how? whipping it down on your uncovered cunt, dripping wet.

a muffled screamed came from your mouth, covered by your underwear.

“mhm, i like that sound.”

it took every willpower to not move your arms as he whipped down below 4 more times, getting harder by the last. tears appeared behind your eyelid, for both pleasure and pain.

you shook your head to signal, “no more,” with a sniffle and sob.

jay used his palm to soothe your lower half. “sorry love, but you know you get punished when you don’t listen.”

your stomach retracted with your sobs, your legs threatening to close, but jay sat on his knees in between.

his right thumb rubbed circles on your clit, as his left palm rubbed soothing strides against your thigh. his thumb soon teased your leaking hole, begging for him to penetrate.

his thumb slipped in with a tease, only to pop out and rubbed the gathered wetness of you on your clit.

you moaned behind the cloth in your mouth, your legs now trying to close for friction.

jay slapped your knee. “ah-ah, stay open for me, love.”

you opened back up, jay smiling at your ability to listen. “good girl.”

jay used two fingers now, rubbing harshly down on your clit, then pushing those two into you, your head tilting back on the pillow, his name muffled coming out your mouth.

his fingers teasingly kept a slow pace, thumb entertaining your clit. your hands gripped the bedsheet above you, your eyes closed in extreme pleasure. you tried to keep your eyes on jay, but occasionally closed them.

how did you start off this night following ni-ki, scared out of your wits, to you being on your back like a slut for jay.

and you enjoyed every bit of it.

you began to pulse your cunt, ready for an orgasm when jay pulled out his fingers. this time your groan was in frustration.

if you didn’t have your underwear in your mouth, you’d be fussing and cursing up a storm at jay.

“patience love. you’ll get to come.”

you knocked your head on the pillow in frustration. jay got off the bed to undress him self completely, reaching back up to you, to pull your shirt and bra over your breasts since he couldn’t take it off.

well he could, he would just have to rip it off of you.

his eyes bore into your body, taking in every inch of your skin. if he could, he would leave bite marks on every inch of you.

jay pulled you closer to him, as he stood at the edge of the bed, your feet resting close to the edge.

no warning, jay eased his tip in you, your body never familiar with the stretch of him or the others. while sunghoon and heeseung had length, jay, jake and jungwon were on the thicker side.

“that’s it love, take me all in.”

your body easily accepted jay, his hands gripping your waist. your hands still tied above your head. since you disobeyed him, jay wasn’t going to be gentle.

that showed when he removed himself completely only to literally slam his dick back in you, another scream muffled by your underwear.

jay took your thighs so they rested against his chest, your feet now hanging over his left shoulder.

you couldn’t describe how good he was making you feel, as you became breathless. lacking the ability to come up with words.

pummeled. hammered. pounded. forceful.

all synonyms for how jays dick was going in and out of you. his headboard knocking into the wall with so much force, you were scared it would leave a dent, maybe even a hole.

you spat out the underwear, so you could finally be vocal, punishments be damned. loud moans dropped from your lips.

jay brought his right hand up to squish your cheeks, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

“let the others know how good daddy is making you feel.” jay growled out, this thrust never slowing down.

you were working up a sweat as if you had ran a marathon while jay had no trace of sweat on him.

your hands gripped the covers under you, as tight as you can. you may of discarded your underwear from your mouth, but you weren’t about to test jay by moving your hands and arms.

jay ended up picking you up, holding you tight and held your back against the door as he fucked into you. your hands tight between you and jays chest. your cunt began leaking down your thighs, down jays thighs and lower stomach.

“ja—jay,” you leaned your head back against the door.

“i know baby.” he whispered, bringing his lips to yours, forcing his tongue in your mouth. his hand still gripping your jaw to keep you in place, as his body pinned yours against the door.

thanks a million, jay can’t reproduce since his sperm was dead.

“jay!” you screamed at the top of your lungs as you came all over yourself and jay, leaking down both your bodies.

“fuck, i love you.” jay mumbled, giving you a sweet peck.

“i—love you,” you sighed out between breaths, your sweaty body going slump against his. jay had no issue holding you up as he took you to his bathroom for aftercare.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

as ni-ki walked back to the hang out spot, he was met halfway with sunwoo, who had a bright smile on his face.

“who was that girl?” sunwoo asked.

ni-ki played dumb. “what girl?” he was already irritated.

sunwoo scoffed. “she did a terrible job trying to hide her smell.” then, he smiled which only annoyed ni-ki. “she smelled good too. smelled sweet.”

“she’s off limits.” ni-ki bit out.

sunwoo rolled his eyes, “blah blah blah. why is she off limits? you said the same thing about eunchae and you don’t even have a thing for her!”

to ni-ki, eunchae was special. he felt a protective presence overcome him whenever he was with her.

with you, you belonged to him and his brothers only.

“my elders will rip your head off if you come within 2 feet of her.”

“how will they feel knowing you were the one who brought her to me. to us.”

ni-ki shook his head. “i didn’t bring her here. she followed me. she’s always snooping.” ni-ki could imagine the disappointment in your face of him calling you out for always snooping. he loved to rile you up.

“well, make sure she stays away. if she’s comes back, i can’t promise i’ll be sweet to her.” sunwoo taunted.