#yeah i didnt touch his outfit

[ssspringroll]

ok so maybe i altered his vibe more than i usually do but i got possessed so dont worry about it ok.

[artdcnaldson]

im so glad youre matching my freak on this (patricks sister au) because im actually so not normal about it. i havent thought about anything else all day, many more thoughts are in my head about this, i need art so badly

his restraint grows wearier every time you're on his bed in your slutty outfits making puppy eyes at him. its only gotten worse since he let it slip that he does want you, but just cant. it seems like youre in his room every day now. tiny shorts or even worse, tiny tennis skirts. the kind where he can see another one of many lacy pairs of panties every time you adjust yourself. he makes it a point to always sit at his desk, or even stand, he needs the distance.

one night hes dragging you back from a stupid frat party, one of those with a dress up theme thats really just an excuse to have the girls dress extra slutty, and oh boy did you deliver. youre not too drunk, but hes carrying you over his shoulder regardless, its just faster that way. (youre not complaining, you get to stare at his ass the whole way back to his dorm) and maybe youre acting more drunk than you are, just so he wont bring you to your own room, but he'll have to let you sleep in his.

then you're laying in his bed, surrounded by his scent, maybe even dressed in another one of his shirts and maybe just a pair of panties. watching him as he gets ready for bed (he always refuses to share the bed with you but sleeps on thr carpet on his floor instead), brushing his teeth, changing his shirt, complaining about some guy who was trying too hard to flirt with you, getting too close to you. its all too much, you really cant help it, maybe you can even blame the few shots of tequila your friends had made you take earlier that night, but your hand trails down under the sheets. you cant help but touch yourself, gently, barely even feeling it. but youre just so turned on by him, being this close to him, his possessiveness. whats a girl to do!!!!

he hears the little moan you let out, he tries so hard to ignore it. to control himself. truly hes not surprised. he keeps talking, pretending he didnt hear you. but when he turns around, its just too much. he cant help but tell you how pathetic youre being, he means for it to come out sterner, meaner, it was meant to deter you. instead he hears you moan again, so pathetic. it shouldnt egg him on, he should tell you to stop, to leave, to pull your hand out of your damn panties. he should tell you to quit being such a slut. why is it turning you on when he tells you youre being pathetic? why are you moaning louder when he says you can never have his cock? he cant help but taunt you :(((

(i can keep going, just ask lol)

GODDDDDD this au has me salivating so badly it’s crazy like this ask made me go take a lap, had to walk on my treadmill and clear my head. I feel so insane rn

Bc why IS he getting so weird and protective over you? Why is he mad that you were practically dry humping some loser from the fucking swim team that you looked like a fucking slut out there, and you should be embarrassed, honestly.

And god, he really does sound pissed about it, and you’re still pretty buzzed from the party, too, everything feels really slow and hazy and there’s an insistent throbbing need between your thighs. you’re so wet it’s soaking through the skimpy, slutty panties you were wearing.

“You should really fucking have some standards.”

Mhmm. Yeah. You should. He should totally keep telling you all about it. You sigh, slip your fingers between your thighs— all wet and sticky and sensitive. You moan, just barely, but he freezes a little. You can see the muscles in his shoulders flexing as he grips the edges of the sink. But then he’s right back to bitching at you.

“What the fuck did you think was gonna happen, huh? Did you think I’d go over there and rip you off of that dickhead? That I’d get so jealous I’d finally fuck you like you want?”

You moan, louder, and that’s when he turns. His jaw is set, clenched as he watches your hand move beneath the sheets. You’re completely unabashed as he watches you, he watches your legs spread slightly, can tell your fingers have gone from toying with your clit to being stuffed inside your pussy.

And he laughs. “God, this is really fucking pathetic, you know that, don’t you?”

You nod, whimper out a, “mhmm.” You’re looking at him through half-lidded eyes, all hazy and soft. And your hand is moving faster beneath the blankets, and god, he wants to move it so fucking badly. Wants to watch, to see how wet you are for him.

It would be so easy to just rip that blanket off— his fingers are fucking twitching with the need to. He almost does, almost loses himself in it.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking desperate,” he says, arms crossed, trying to ignore how fucking good you sound now that you’re not muffling your moans. “You think fucking yourself in my bed is going to change anything? It just makes you look like a slut. You know how embarrassed I’d be if you were my sister? You’re fucking lucky I don’t tell Patrick what you’re up to.”

You whine, pouting as you thrust your fingers deeper inside your cunt. You’re so close already, just want to cum, want him to rip off the blankets and fuck you into the mattress. “Please,” you whine.

“Please? You think I’m going to fuck up my friendship with Patrick for pussy?” He’s being so mean, you’re fucking dripping down your wrist with how soaked you are. “I’m never going to fuck you. You just need to grow up and fucking accept it.”

You cum as he watches you, thighs trembling and closing around your hand. Fingers all slick and sticky when you finally slip them from your cunt. He’s staring at you, completely indiscernible. And he laughs again. Whatever. You can go ten more rounds if he just keeps talking to you.

[spookykoolkat]

I absolutely adore your writing!

I wanted to request a Eddie Munson and plus size!Henderson!reader smut!

After dropping Dustin off after Hellfire one night Eddie finally meets Dustin’s sister who is essentially the female version of Eddie. He is smitten with her but doesn’t show it in fear it will mess up him and Dustin’s relationship. He makes excuses to come over to the house more often (which the reader notices). She teases him on purpose, short skirts, low cut shirts, little touches when they pass each other. She’s driving him crazy. One night Dustin invites him over for a movie night and to discuss the new campaign, when Eddie and the reader are the only ones left awake will the tension be to much? Will he finally crack?

eddie m. - your brother's rocker best friend

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an: hiii!!! thank u sm for the request AND all the love i've gotten on my work 🖤🖤 i hope this does your request justice omg!! 😭 because i sure as hell really liked writing it idkidkidk eddie in this one is just so 😵‍💫😵‍💫 anyways pls feel free to send more requests, i appreciate all the love omg like i didnt know so many ppl would like my writing especially being new to writing on tumblr 🥹TYSM OMG PLS I HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYS THIS i love the feedback! also this is hardly proof read so. yeah :p

warnings: 18+ only, minors dni! minors are NOT welcomed. eddie x plus size!reader, eddie x henderson!reader. this is pure filth, pure smut, literally porn with a plot. p in v (unprotected) *this is fiction pls protect urself*, slight exhibitionism (if u squint), oral sex (f receiving), mirror sex kind of, pet names, dirty talk, spanking/slapping, eddie being eddie

wc: 8.5k

summary: you're dustin's older sister, and notice his best friend taking a particular liking to you.

when eddie first realized who dustin’s older sister was, he was mind fucked. when dustin told eddie about you, dustin made it a note to emphasize the fact that he and you were the same age, and had eddie been, as dustin put it, ‘normal student,’ he would’ve graduated the same year as his sister. but, eddie remembered who you were. very vividly, and when he met you again formally at dustin’s house about a year ago—let’s just say eddie was obsessed with everything that had to do with you. he listened to the music you blasted from your room once he got into his van, he remembered the movies you watched so he could watch them and know why you liked them so much, and he remembered the books you carried and the ones you would read in your living room on his way to dustin’s basement. he wanted to consume you in every way.

"i can't really stay long dustin, Wayne's been getting on my ass," eddie said as dustin dragged him to his front door.

"yeah yeah, whatever, come on i just got this new comic, you have to see it," he said eagerly and eddie just sighed, waiting for dustin's knocking to be heard. and it was.

"dustin i swear if you don't have your key i'm going to literally rip-" you yelled through the front door as you swung it open, not to see only dustin but the guy you went to school with who you knew as the local weed supplier.

"what are you doing with my brother?" you spit, ignoring the fact that eddie looked a little starstruck. he didn't even hear you because of how loud your outfit was, the way your body was tight against your little dress you had in, how your tits looked pressed together, the way your hand rested on your hip as you looked at him irritatedly.

"don't start," dustin said and pushed passed you, telling eddie to come on.

"uh, i'm eddie," he introduced and you smiled through your small laugh, opening the door.

"yeah, i know who you are," you said and he almost thought he felt a shiver down his spine. you knew him, you knew who he was. and now that he saw you in person, he realized he overestimated his will power to be a gentleman and not get hard just at the sight of you.

"go ahead, but you're not staying long. ten minutes." you said strictly and he nodded frantically, stepping inside and following dustin straight to the basement, his eyes looking back for yours as you shut the door and turned, giving him a smile.

he was fucked. that was the start of a year long obsession he tried so desperately to hide. and failed.

you noticed eddie and you had the same interests, you heard megadeth and soundgarden blast through his radio in his shitty van dropping dustin off late, and even in school you saw the patches of rock and metal bands you liked on his backpack, or the studs on his jean jacket. you liked his style and like him, you carried the punk rock edge to you with multiple facial piercings and your black clothing. you enjoyed your style, even in high school you managed to apply dark makeup and were only allowed on piercing, so you kept your lip one. you grew into your own as you got older, only having a liking for horror and sci-fi movies, metal, rock and goth music, and loving your dark dull aesthetic. and eddie liked it too, he actually couldn’t believe how sexy you made looking and dressing like a ‘freak.���

you also noticed these last few months eddie has been coming over a lot more frequently, sometimes at night, sometimes early in the morning to take dustin to school. you didn’t realize until he came over three days in a row, and noticed he would linger in the same room you were in while dustin was off doing his usual around the house, or he’d make comments about the movie you’d be watching and then leave. you never minded it of course, you liked talking to him, you actually felt seen around him and he made you feel like the two of you could relate a lot more than you think.

you also kind of liked to push how far you could go with his boundaries. you’ve had a small crush on him since he started coming around a year ago, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter when he’d greet you with a small hug, or a blush when he’d tell you he liked the outfit you had on. but as the months went on you noticed your words took effect on him too, and you relished in the fact that you knew you could make him squirm a bit.

he enjoyed it even though he knew what you were doing, even though he was going fucking insane. he refused to indulge in his fantasies, in dropping hints that he wanted you in every way possible, he refused to risk his own relationship with your brother. he tried for the entire year he and your brother were friends, to ignore the things you do involuntarily. he didn’t know if half the things you did were on purpose or not, but he had to choke down groans seeing you bend over in tight black dresses, he had to refrain from sneaking into your room just so he can see what it looks like. he hated that you did this to him, that you could be this damn sexy it’s like it was doomed from the beginning.

it was the night dustin had a few friends over for a small get together, one of them being eddie and the others being his usual friend group, mike, el, max, lucas, will and steve as well. steve was forced to go by dustin and eddie, eddie mainly begging because he didn’t want to be the only babysitter there.

you were wearing your usual lounging around outfit when you decided to change because you were heading out that night with a few friends, and you got into your usual all black outfit. only this time you had on black mini skirt on that barely covered your ass as you walked, so to help with coverage you chose black sheer, nearly see through, tights underneath that were slightly torn and ripped, and your top was a deep cut baby tee that was black with rhinestones on it. it was cute to you, you loved skimpy clothes as much as anyone else did and you loved the way it hugged onto your thick body.

you just finished your makeup when you decided to slip on your black heeled boots and go downstairs to gather your things. it was kind of like in the movies when the woman steps down the stairs in her ballgown, having her date gawk at her. only this time you had two little pieces of clothes dripped in all black, and eddie was the one gawking at you while everyone paid attention to the game they were playing.

“i can’t believe i’m here. where the fuck is robin and nance?” steve huffed as he slumped in his seat, eating his pizza.

“you know you should be more grateful to spend time with us, asshole. we could all die tomorrow!” dustin exclaimed from his seat, and steve just rolled his eyes.

“how about in right now?” he mumbled.

eddie wasn’t too focused on anything except the music coming from upstairs, is that the cranberries?, he asked himself, trying to crane his neck as if it’d make him hear better. it wasn’t long before he heard your door open and your hard footsteps treading down the stairs. he felt his heartbeat pick up and the minute you fell into his peripheral he had to turn to look at you. big fucking mistake.

the minute he saw your curvy figure in your tight clothing that just made everything more prominent, he felt that rush. not adrenaline rush, he felt his blood fall from his cheeks and straight into his cock. he was beyond embarrassed, lucky for him he was holding a pillow next to him and quickly moved it over his front. something you saw very briefly, wondering why he looked pained almost.

“alright, i’m leaving dustin, don’t fuck the house up or i will kill everyone here and get away with it,” you said emotionless, going to grab your purse and keys on the kitchen counter.

“don’t get pregnant!” dustin shouted from the living room and you walked back in to say goodbye to your little brother and his friends.

“yeah yeah you too, bye, love you,” you said and leaned down to leave a kiss on his forehead, something eddie paid way too close attention to. he could see down your shirt from his seat, and he could only feel his pants grow tighter around his waist. he wanted to stuff his face in your chest, to hold you by your wide waist and pull you to his body. he wanted to defile you more than you’d ever been.

“problem eddie?” you asked, snapping your fingers where you stand behind dustin, sending everyone’s eyes to his direction.

“uh, wha- I, no, yeah i like this game too,” he stuttered and mostly everyone tried to stifle their laugh while dustin questioned him.

“okay?” you said in a confused laugh, walking off around the group to pass by eddie and bringing your hand to ruffle through his brown locks, and to his shoulder to squeeze slightly.

“see ya later, weirdo,” you said and left, leaving eddie rock hard, embarrassed and in complete shock. he needed your touch everywhere, and that same night after he finally got home and laid in bed, he jerked off to the images he internally burned in his mind.

remembering that night gave you ideas for every time you saw him after that. wearing the skimpiest clothes to open the door when eddie walked dustin to the door, making sure that when he was there at your house you were wearing the thinnest tank top with no bra, and checking that the thermostat was set at a cool 69 degrees.

it was like hell. if he were in heaven. he was tortured seeing you, but the more he saw you the more he craved you. he was excited to see you now, to see what you would have one the next time as you offered a drink in a sultry voice, bending over extra low to reach a fake cord from behind the tv while he sat on the couch. he felt like he was going to fall into a deep black hole that would open up every time you were around, he could follow you around like a puppy if you wanted.

he made excuses to see you, he embarrassed himself in moments just so he could see you, or hear your voice. he was genuinely obsessed with you, that even seeing you for five seconds could make his entire day complete. he was desperate, and you knew.

“you, eddie munson, looking for homework?” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest to cover yourself. you felt exposed, just waking up from a nap after dropping dustin off early in the morning, wearing nothing but black shorts and a small tank top that was a little see through if you stared hard enough.

“uh, yeah it’s like this paper i had to write, for…” he trailed as his eyes unknowingly moved to glance over you. he couldn’t help but look at how the shorts hugged your thighs and hips. please let suffocate me. his thoughts were impure, not gentleman like. he should be ashamed.

“for…?” you asked, waving your hand in front of him to get his attention back.

“-my class, it’s in a few minutes,” he said checking his watch on his wrist.

“you do know dustin isn’t here right? and the backpack in question is… with him… at school,” you said in an obvious tone, making him reach to the back of his neck and cringe at himself.

“yeah, right…. um, bye,” he said quickly and left, cursing at himself under his breath as he tried to refrain from thinking of the way you looked before he grew hard. you didn’t shut the door until he drove off, almost smiling to yourself that he did that, made that silly excuse to just talk to you for two minutes.

it was little things that he did that drove you equally as crazy, and the fact that he did everything he could just to see your face made you want him even more. it made you wonder why he hadn’t tried anything with you yet. you assumed he felt like you did, so you didn’t question if he found you attractive or sexy, you just wondered what was holding him back from taking the next step.

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eddie found himself a bit stuck in his own thoughts as dustin, mike, will, gareth, jeff and lucas discuss plans of their next campaign. he wanted to focus on the words and suggestions coming out of dustin’s mouth, he wanted to shout desperately when gareth recommended something that would put the entire campaign in jeopardy, but nothing could come from him.

dustin invited everyone over to spend the night while they plan their new campaign for d&d, he knew it could take all night even the day after to create something flawless, so he figured it’d be best to have those who can sleep over. you were a bit bothered by having that much testosterone in the house, but a little won over by the fact that eddie would be spending the night as well.

you catered for the group of course. After you got home from work around seven or eight at night, you bought pizza and drinks for the kids and acted as their mother, fixing their sleeping arrangements and making sure everyone had pillows and blankets before bed. the minute you walked into your home with the pizza and drinks, everyone zoomed to the kitchen except eddie. he shyly walked over to you with his black jeans on and muscle shirt under his jean jacket.

“i can get that for you,” he offered, nodding to the pizza boxes and liters in both hands.

“here, you can take the drinks,” you smiled and handed him the bag of drinks, letting your fingers linger a little on his while transferring the bag to him. he could feel the softness of your touch, how you grazed the outside of his hand with your nails and smoothly removing your hand from the bag.

“thank you,” you said and lightly patted his chest, moving past him closely so that your body touches his.

stop it eddie. stop! he screamed at himself as you started to tell the kids to not make a mess, trying to keep himself from getting hard again and finally going to put the sodas on the counter where you placed the pizza.

“eddie?” you said and walked over to him where he holds a paper plate in his hand, his eyes wide and doe like as he turned to you immediately.

“yeah? whats up?” he said quickly, gripping his plate.

“you think you can help me make everyone’s bed? i can’t reach the sheets in the closet,” you said innocently, batting your eyelashes and flashing a smile.

“y-yeah, of course.” he obliged and put the plate down, following you upstairs to the closet in the hall. you made sure to go first, your pencil skirt hugging your ass and thighs perfectly, putting him in a trance he never wanted to get out of.

“it’s right over here,” you said and turned right, stopping at white double doors. you opened the doors and reached to turn on the light, letting yourself be as exaggerated as possible, and leaning back to let him through. you turned to the side as he walked up to the closet, staying there and watching him as he strained his body upwards, his shirt lifting a bit to show his pale skin littered with tattoos, even seeing his slight v-line, something you wanted to explore. you didn’t try to hide the fact that you were checking him out.

you decided to test him again, so you scooted your body closer to his and leaned across, your breasts and your body touching his as you reached for a pillow that was on a lower shelf. your hand skimmed his skin not so subtly, grabbing the pillow and squeezing it to your stomach to make your tits more prominent in your hardly buttoned button up.

eddie’s skin was on fire, if he wasn’t thinking about d&d before you came home, he definitely wasn’t thinking about it now. he gathered all of the sheets and some pillows, pulling them out and going back to his relaxed position as you stared up at him with a devilish smile.

“what do you think you’re doing?” he asked in a serious tone, taking notice of your breasts pushed together and again, you saw it on his face. that restraint, the self control he tried to muster up.

“what do you mean, eds?” you tried to play naive, like you were unaware of this little game the two of you had partaken in. it was cat and mouse except less action. you liked to tease and taunt, and he held himself tight with a piece of string that was held by the relationship he had with dustin. who would he be if he actually made a move on one of his best friend’s sister?

“i can’t do that to dustin. i can’t.” he said to you, not even acknowledging your fake unawareness.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you said seriously and turned towards the stairs, “you comin’?” you asked sweetly, yet still a mischievous smile on your face. you were testing how far you could go without breaking that string, but now you wanted to break it. you wanted him to fall apart for you, to finally admit he’s wanted you this whole time.

eventually after everyone settled in, the group went down into the basement and began to watch a movie as the night went on. you told everyone you’ll be in your room, changing into something more comfortable to accompany your brother and his friends.

“it’s just supposed to be us,” dustin huffed and you rolled your eyes, accepting the fact you were unwelcomed and you changed anyway, going into the living room to watch a movie by yourself.

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the boys settled in the basement around 11 at night after arguing about their storyline, going to sleep with no successful campaign just yet but successfully watching two movies before everyone knocked out. eddie was no help obviously, too deep in thought about the way your hands felt, how your warm body pressed into his side, what exactly you were hiding under that pencil skirt. he didn’t realize how sexy you made office attire look, suddenly imagining himself bending you over your office desk and railing you to the point all of your papers and knick knacks fell over. it’s all he thought about as the boys talked over the movie, wondering what it would be like to just go upstairs and take you on the couch.

he rubbed his hand over his face with a deep breath, sighing and throwing over the blankets he had on himself on his other side, getting up from the small couch you had in your basement. eddie knew where everything was in the house, and he made his way to the kitchen for some kind of beverage. a beer, if he was lucky.

he was lucky, just not with the beer. once he got into the threshold of the kitchen, he saw the dim light from underneath the cabinet that’s above the counter glowing against you. your back was to him, seemingly eating something, yet he just stared at your figure. from here, the view of your ass was almost problematic. your tight shorts didn’t let much hide from his sight, he could see the crease of your asscheeks peeking out of the fabric, and he saw the small of your back due to your tank top rising up and nearly above your midriff.

“couldn’t sleep?” eddie asked you finally as he came to lean on the counter across from where you stood.

“i was just craving something sweet, you?” you asked, turning around unphased since you already felt him staring at you. you looked at him as you licked your spoon clean and he breathed in deep.

“something like that,” he said and stood up straight, walking around to you and now standing in front of you, leaning his body against the counter to mimic your stance.

“dustin’s my friend, you know that, and you're like, wow you know? it's hard to, control myself,” he slightly admits, beginning to watch as you sensually lick ice cream from your spoon again after you dipped into the pint for another scoop.

“mhm,” you hummed in agreement, eyes never leaving his. you weren't phased by his confession, you already knew. he tried to not show how in love he was with you, but failed miserable every time.

“i can’t do anything to ruin that, he’d hate me forever,” eddie said slowly, too enchanted by the way your tongue glides over the spoon.

“i don’t know what you mean, eddie,” still keeping up with your shenanigans, wondering if he’d snap any time soon.

“really? the short skirts, showing your cleavage, walking around here with no bra when i’m around, like you want me to die really,” he said dramatically, his hands waving in the air and you smiled, putting the ice cream down.

“that’s just how i dress, eddie. plus this is my house, i can wear whatever i want,” you gleamed and he huffed.

“i won’t lie though, some things i do wear for you. like this, i know you like black. and i know you like when i don’t wear a bra, i see you staring at them all of the time,” you said stepping closer to him as his fingers grip the edge of the counter. he was silent, he couldn't talk. embarrassed at the fact that you actually noticed his not so obvious yet obvious stares.

“do you wanna feel them eddie? or do you just want to stare from a distance and jerk off in the bathroom when i leave?” his face turned a bright red, remembering the times he’d have to leave early or go to your bathroom to deal with what you caused.

“yes,” he answered without thinking, stepping towards you so that there is only a small gap between the two of you. your head turns upwards to look at him as he looks down between the two of you, watching your chest rise and fall with every breath.

“do you want me to-” you began but eddie shook his head quickly.

“shut up,” he demanded, pressing his lips into yours firmly. but it wasn’t like you expected.

normally when you made out with guys, it was boring and dull. there was no excitement, no crave, no desire, it felt like nothing to you. but feeling eddie’s lips on yours practically made your knees buckle, so soft and gentle yet still needy, begging for more. you feel his tongue slide against your lips and you part them slightly, letting him invade your mouth as your tongue fought with his. heavy breathing, panting, soft moans coming from you and occasional groans from eddie as his hands rested at your waist, just to inch upwards on your skin and up your shirt.

he pulled away breathlessly, leaving you flushed and aching for me as his eyes trained on your midsection, watching the piece of fabric lift with every inch he went up.

“you, you are so fucking dangerous,” he said roughly, his black fingernails skimming against the curves of your body, his hands rubbing on your rolls, pressing them into your back to pull you closer.

you could tell his touch was so needy, so eager to feel all of you all at once.

“what makes me dangerous? is it my incredibly intimidating face?” you smiled, watching his eyes grow dark with every touch on your body.

“mm, no baby, you have a pretty face.” he said, more confident than ever now that he knows this little game of yours was over. baby. the pet name sending a shock of pleasure straight to your core that you has to press your thighs together. he noticed.

his hands move to your midsection again, finally deciding to raise the tank top up off of your body. this was risky, you knew that. you were exposed in the very public kitchen that anyone could walk in at any moment, pressed against the counter now with eddie teasing his way around your large breasts.

“holy fucking shit.” he breathed as he cupped them in his hands, massaging and feeling over every inch of skin. he bounced them in his hands, pushed them together to see them fall to their natural state, and immediately brought his lips to the curve of your breast and slowly towards your hardened nipple. he wanted to savor all of you, to feel you and memorize what you liked and what you looked like under all these clothes.

“eddie?” you whispered as he stuffed his face in between your tits as he pushed them up, making you smile boyishly.

“mmmhm?” he hummed, shaking his head in your chest and you tug his hair up, sending a jolt to eddie’s crotch and making him wince.

“do you want me?” you asked, looking at his face in the dull light, wanting to bask in his gaze. you loved the slight stubble on his jaw, how his nose was lightly peppered with small freckles, the way his lips looked so pink and swollen—it drove you crazy.

“fuuuck yes, yes i want you, are you crazy?!” he whisper-shouted, making you blush and pull your lip in between your teeth.

“show me,” you teased, moving your hand from gripping his hair and on his shoulder. he was so quick with grabbing your wrists and practically pulling you upstairs into your bedroom, shutting the door by pressing you up against it. it was so quick, you didn’t even feel shame in the fact that you only had your bottoms on going up your stairs.

“i would’ve loved to fuck you over that kitchen counter, but i’d rather not have dustin and our friends see me sinning with his older sister,” he said as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck and leaving small kitten licks and kisses on your skin.

“thank you,” you breathed, holding him tight to your body.

you did feel a bit bad about engaging with eddie like this, you knew it was a bad mistake as dustin’s sister. this was his best friend, and here you are in your bedroom with your tank top down stairs, feeling the way he’s pressed up against you.

“mm, don’t thank me yet, sweetheart,” he grinned into your collarbone.

“since i can’t fuck you over the counter, i think we’ll just have to settle for that little vanity you got,” his voice was so dark, so deep that you didn’t even really recognize who it was. it made you drip into your panties, and immediately you let out a tiny whine.

eddie moved you to the white, pristine vanity you had where you sat and did your makeup everyday. it wasn’t much, but it did come with a mirror and the thought of watching eddie fuck you from the back like that became too intense for you.

you instinctively bent over still in your short shorts, watching eddie behind you as he softly throws his head back and releases a long ‘fuuuuck’ as you swayed your hips gently against his crotch. he rubbed over the globes of your ass, teasing his fingers at the hem of your shorts.

“i can’t believe you’re bent over like this for me,” he says as he removed his black shirt and stepped out of his sleep pants, only leaving the fabric of his boxers strained against his hard on. you felt it in the kitchen, and you feel it even more now pressing against your ass. you whimpered a little, trying to rub against him until he gripped your meaty hips and stilled your movements.

“you gotta be good for me, okay baby? let me take my time,” he cooed, rubbing over the wideness of your hips and ass as he met your eyes in the mirror. he lingered his fingers around your waist band and slowly tugged your shorts down, leaving you completely bare, and leaving eddie feeling like he could cum just from the fabric of his boxers rubbing against his tip.

“no fucking panties?” he questioned, standing back up as he stared at your bare ass, moving your cheeks to spread and reveal both your holes.

“i, i forgot,” you lied, looking at his body through the mirror. the only light that’s shining on the both of you is the orange hue from the street lights in your neighborhood, the shadow of your window blinds casting on eddie right now. you liked the way his pale body looked under that glow, the way his patch work tattoos mixed together well, some looked lighter than others and the bigger ones were more complex. you wanted to inspect each and every one, know the meaning of them, why he got them.

“i know you didn’t forget, baby. you don’t have to lie to me,” he said and got on his knees to become face to face with your bare pussy. even though you were a little insecure about the way you looked down there, you tried to be as confident as ever just in case it wasn’t what a man was attracted to. you’ve met men who preferred skinny women, or men who didn’t like the way you looked down there because you were ‘too big.’

eddie’s hands gripped your ass and thighs firmly, spreading them as he pleased and watching the way your lips spread to reveal your wetness leaking out of you.

“fuck, fuck im so,” he tried to say but he was losing it. he was going feral at the thought of you being this wet and dripping for him, losing it at the fact he had you bent over naked for him, whimpering and moaning for him.

“is, is it too much?” you cringed inwardly at yourself, shutting your eyes and resting your face on your hands that are folded on the vanity.

“what? no what? too much, what do you mean?” he said, standing up and looking at you through the mirror, still gripping your ass.

“like, am i too, um, fat?” you asked. you knew how ridiculous you sounded, how insecure you sounded. but it truly wasn’t like that for you, you were worried more so about the fact that eddie wouldn’t be big enough to pleasure you. you weren’t much of a size person, but if you wanted to ride someone it would be a bit hard to do that with someone who was 5 inches, for you at least.

“what the fuck? absolutely fucking not, oh my god, baby you are so fucking sexy. i’m literally drooling over this pussy, please i need to ruin you,” he begged, slapping your ass a bit and kissing over the sting. his kisses led him to your inner thigh, and moved his lips to kiss over your wet pussy lips that were pushed together by your thick thighs, and you sucked in a breath as you felt his tongue slide up to collect your slickness, and moving in between your lips.

“eddieee, fuck eddie what are you doing,” you asked as he moved his hand to use his middle and ring finger to rub gently over your cunt, spreading your pussy lips and letting his tongue find your clit swiftly, sucking and slurping as you spread your legs a little more.

“i’m eating this pretty pussy,” he mumbled against your cunt, going back to wrapping his lips around your clit as he licked and sucked, sending you to bite your arm to shush yourself. you saw the way he gripped your ass with his other hand, felt how he kept slapping at your skin, spreading one cheek as his other hand was finding your hole with his fingers.

“fuck, fuck eddie please, please make me cum,” you begged, squirming and moving your legs as you tried to grip the table itself to keep from thrashing. it was so overbearing, the fact that he was so handsome and sexy, and he was buried in your cunt.

“mmmm, baby,” he hummed against your folds, making you jolt and cry a bit. he removed his lips with a pop, letting his tongue lick up your juices on his lips, and watching as his fingers sank into your tight hole. his mouth practically fell open as he watched you stretch around his digits, and watching your eyes through the mirror roll back and your mouth open.

“that feel good baby? am i making you feel good?” he asked against your thigh, pumping his two fingers in and out of you as your breathing started to pick up, your back arching against the table.

“fuck baby, yes yes it feels so good, please don’t stop don’t fucking stop eddie,” you begged, reaching your arm back to grab at his head and pull him back to your cunt, making eddie even more excited at your neediness. he didn’t even realize how turned on his was until he found himself palming his cock through his boxers as you kept his head in place with your hand and rutted against his tongue and fingers. it was hands down the sexiest thing he’d ever felt, letting you use him to get yourself off and grind into his face, he was so desperate for you he found himself moaning into your cunt.

he was going crazy, and it wasn’t until he finally grabbed your hand and moved it so he could use the hand he was palming his cock with to spread your ass, and move his tongue from your clit to your asshole. he used your juices he collected with his tongue and spit directly on your hole, still letting his fingers pump in and out of your hole, but letting his tongue find his way between your cheeks.

“oh my god, oh my f- eddie, please don’t stop please fuck, i need it, i need you please,” it was your begging that made him feel drunk, the sound of you so desperate and so willing to do anything just so you can feel good, his mind was focused on you and only you. he actually forgot where he was for a moment, and let himself eat your holes out as he pleases.

“eddie, fuck i swear i’m gonna cum, please can i please cum?” he didn’t even tell you that you had to beg for your release, he didn’t even expect that you wanted permission, and now that he knows he doesn't want to give it to you just yet. he was loving the way you looked right now, how fucked out and desperate you looked, how sex just dripped from your pleadings.

“not yet pretty girl,” he said, his face covered in your juices and still, he wanted more. he moved his tongue back down to your hole where he decided to slowly add a third finger, letting his tongue trace around the way your cunt gripped his fingers.

“s’ too much, eddie please let me cum,” you felt the tears sting your eyes, and you didn’t even realize you were crying until you finally moved your head from the table and to look in the mirror, seeing your puffy eyes and red face, the tears leaking from your eyes. all you could see was the way his arms and hands were gripping your backside, yet the obscene slurping and moaning made it too intense for you to keep watching him devour you. you felt how his head shook and moved in your cunt, how his lips and tongue worked so beautifully on your clit, you even felt how the tip of his nose rubbed against your slit. it was so much, so overwhelming, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“tell me it’s mine, tell me this pussy is mine,” he said, moving his lips to kiss over your thighs again. you felt the way his fingers curved into you, hitting your soft spot that made you want to explode. your eyes couldn’t keep open, you felt like you were going cross eyed with the way you felt. never have you felt like this from getting head before, never felt so excited and so wet, you’ve never felt so needy the way eddie made you feel.

“eddie, it’s all yours, fuck it always has been, this pussy’s yours, please,” you cried, making sure you were only loud enough for him to hear.

“mm, that’s all i wanted to hear baby, cum for me, cum on my face,” he said and moved his lips back to your cunt, his tongue working feverishly now on your clit, sucking, grazing his teeth against your nub, licking and even using the fingers that were inside of you to replace his tongue and let his fingers work your clit.

“i’m, fuuuck, fuck i’m cumming, i’m fu-” you moaned, letting your body go limp on the table as your legs shook, your release coating his tongue and face as he kept fucking your hole with his tongue. you were practically biting down on your hand, his tongue still going and sending you into a spiral.

“baby, please, i can’t,” you gasped, begging him to halt. he finally releases you, the slurping and wet sounds no longer as he stood up and rubbed his hands over your ass while he pushed his erection into your wet cunt. he reached and grabbed you by your neck, pulling your naked body to his chest as he looks at your figure in the mirror. his left hand moves around your jiggly body, gripping at your tummy that bulges out slightly, squeezing everywhere and grabbing your cunt with his whole hand.

“this all mine, pretty baby? only for me?” he asked again in your ear, moving his hand to grip your tits and playing with your nipples.

“yes eddie fuck, please. make me yours? i wanna be yours,” you begged, your voice hoarse and weak, sounding completely different than your usual snarky tone. he couldn’t help but smirk to himself, having you like putty in his hands when the whole time you made him nervous.

his. yours. mine. the words eddie has craved to hear, he’s dreamed of cumming to you telling him you’re his. he’s wanted you for so long and here you are, all fucked out against his chest and still begging for more. he couldn’t help but move his boxers down to fall at his ankles, letting his cock spring free against your ass and quickly slipping it between your thighs, right against your pussy. through the mirror, you could see the tip of his cock peeking through your plush thighs, and watched as he fucked your thighs using the slickness from your cunt.

“fuck, this pussy’s so fucking wet for me, you want me to fuck you? maybe you’ll stop teasing me when i’m over here if i finally stretch you out, hm? what do you think?” he panted, enjoying the feeling of your thighs pressing against his cock, stopping before he could cum.

“please fuck me, i’ll be good, please,” you whined, moving your hand to feel the tip of his cock, feeling him buck his hips and hearing a low growl from his throat. he pulls you back with him, still pressed against his chest, even after you fall back on top of him when he decided to sit on your bed against the wall. now, he has your legs spread in the air with the back of your head pressed against his shoulder as he peers over your shoulder to watch you spread all for him. you can feel his hard cock against your asshole, seeing it over your cunt and moving your hips to coat his cock with your juices.

“uh-uhn, i’m not done,” he grumbled, keeping your legs spread and watching the way your pussy lips spread open with the way your legs were in the air, and how easy it was to access your clit and rub your wetness over your hole and clit.

he moved his hand to push his cock against your cunt, rubbing it between your fat lips making sure his tip hits right at the hood of your clit.

“can i suck it?” you asked shyly, you couldn’t help but moan at the size of it and seeing it rub against your pussy. “‘s so big,” you finished and he blushed, throwing his headback with a groan. he wanted to hear you ask him to suck him off over and over again, the way you sounded so small and shy about it, how you actually wanted to take him in your mouth. he'll definitely be thinking about that now.

“fuck, what i’d give to feel those lips right now, but not tonight baby. i need to be inside you, right fucking now,” he groaned and finally pushed his cock at your hole, feeling his tip intrude and slide in slowly. he wanted to try to get you used to the feeling of him stretching his way inside you, but slowly realized it was him who needed to get used to how tight your cunt sucked him in.

“oh my fuck, i could fuckin’ cum right now,” he groaned as he relaxed inside you, adjusting you on top of him so he could see better and you were better pressed against his chest. he could see everything from the way he’s looking down behind you, he could see your eyes fighting to stay open as he slid inside, and the way your legs squirmed trying to stay open.

“you’re doing so good for me, pretty girl, so good,” he praised, awakening something inside you. somehow, he made you want to do everything right to hear him tell you how good you’re doing for him.

“eddieeee,” you whined as you felt yourself sink onto all of him, watching your hips begin to move on his trying to fuck yourself on him.

“what baby? you need more?” he asked as he gripped your belly, loving the way it looked with your knees almost at your chest.

“harder, please,” you begged, throwing your head back to look up at him, just as he looked down at you with your eyebrows pinched and your mouth open. he smiles, kissing all over your face as he began to fuck up into you faster and harder, moving to watch your tits and tummy bounce with every thrust. he decided to take your legs and hold them open while still on top of him, slapping at your thighs and whispering dirty things in your ear. all you can muster out are occasional moans and cries, whining his name out.

“gotta be quiet sweetface, don’t need anyone hearing you moan my name for me like that, only me baby,” he groaned. you could feel the rumble of his chest against your back as you watch him slide in and out of you. you were cockdrunk at this point, so dumb and fucked out that you can’t form a coherent sentence.

eddie felt like he was losing himself in you, the way you squeezed your walls around him and cried out how big he was made him want to be more than inside you. he really wanted to crawl inside your skin and be with you twenty four seven, he wanted to be the piece of gum stuck at your shoe just so he’s near you. he was desperate for you in every way and it showed in each thrust.

“need you on your back, baby,” he grunted and slipped out of you, moving your body to be laying underneath him rather than on top of him. he moved your legs harshly, spreading them apart and slapping your pussy just to watch it recoil with every slap.

“such a pretty fucking pussy baby, can’t believe it’s all mine,” he said moreso to himself. he was rubbing up and down your thighs and belly with his cock rubbing against your entrance, watching you squirm and beg for him.

“i love your cock so fucking much, please fuck me,” you begged in a whisper, and he gripped your belly when he decided to finally slip back inside you, watching the way your tits were pressed together and nearly covering the bottom of your face.

“mm, fuck you’re so pretty like this,” he said as he brought his hand to your chin, his thumb rubbing over your lips as he slid inside you again, this time a little more rougher than last time. when he slid inside, you gave him the opportunity to slip his thumb in your mouth when you moaned softly, and you instantly wrapped your lips around his thumb and started sucking and licking on it like it was his cock.

he was in a trance watching you, and feeling your walls clench down on him at the same time. he couldn’t believe you wanted him like this, and how nasty you were for him, he kind of forgot about you being anyone’s sister.

you decided to bite down a bit on his thumb and watched as he winced, but felt the way his cock twitched inside of you. the pace he was going was harsh and rough, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass was something he didn’t even try to conceal. instead, his own groans and moans were getting a little louder, the both of your moans mixing together.

“eddie, it feels so good, fuck you’re so perfect,” you cried with his thumb still in your mouth and he leaned down, kissing your face and neck trying to reposition himself and angle differently. when he did, you could actually feel the air slip inside and the next thrust he hit, you and he both heard the sound of you queefing, immediately feeling embarrassed and wanting to cover your face.

“mmm, fuck she’s talkin’ to me baby,” he said in a smile while he kept pumping his cock in and out of you. you giggled and hit his chest, telling him to shut up and keep fucking you, trying to ignore the embarrassing noise your own vagina made.

“c’mon, she sounds so fucking good, so fucking wet for my cock, yeah?” he cooed, sending electricity down to your clit and making you arch your back. when you do, he takes the chance to catch your nipple in his mouth and nip and suck at it.

“fuck eddie, you’re filling me up so fucking good, s’full of you,” you tugged at his curls and kept his head on your chest, feeling the impeccable stretch of his large cock. it was so girthy, so long that you felt like you were being split in half. it was painful, and that made it even more pleasurable. the way the patch of hair above his cock was rubbing against your sensitive clit made you cry out, scratching and scarring his back as you heard his groans and moans become more visceral, harsher, and you felt the way his hips started to buck and stutter.

it was when he released your tit to meet your eyes, and wrapped his hand around your neck, gently squeezing—that’s when you immediately felt the tug in your tummy, your thighs and legs tensing as you watched the way he lost control inside of you. you felt even hornier watching his body form a sheet of sweat, his face contorting into pure pleasure, and you felt how his cock reached the deepest part of your cervix.

“fuck, look at that, creaming all over my cock, fuck princess cum for me, cum all over me, make a fuckin’ mess please,” he begged, kissing your lips, still being able to taste yourself on him from earlier. your hand went up to grab his wrist, beginning to buck your hips against his and feeling the burst of pleasure flood through your body, making your legs shake and your moans muffle against his lips. you were still gripping his wrist when he finally pulled back to watch you ride out your orgasm, and he felt like he could cum right then and there. your body was arching for him, aching for more of his touch, bouncing with each thrust, your body littered with purple bruises from giving you hickeys everywhere, how out of it you looked—he needed to cum.

“where do you want it baby? where do you want my cum?” he asked you, releasing your throat and kissing over the place his hand was.

you didn’t think about it for a minute. you wanted him in all his glory, you wanted every bit of him. you craved it for so long, that you’d be stupid not to tell him where you wanted it exactly.

“inside, please eddie, wanna feel you fill me up, need it,” your sentence was not correct, but it got the point across. you didn’t even have to make sense, the minute you said inside he was a goner. he pumped inside you a few more times before thrusting hard one last time, jerking and twitching inside of you as he covered his groans in your flesh.

“fuck, dude you’re so fucking amazing,” he breathed as his body collapsed on yours, his face shoved into your chest.

“did you just call me dude after you came inside of me?” you asked, making sure you heard right. it was funny to you, it was just so eddie.

he rolled over off of you, pulling out at the same time and laying next to you on his back.

“yeah, uh, sorry. force of habit,” he said sheepishly and turned his head to you, trying to read your facial expressions.

“can i clean you up? before i go, uh back downstairs. i don’t want dustin asking where i am just to find me with his sister,” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“he’s a big boy. i think he can handle knowing you like me.” you said and watched him.

“still. he’s my friend, i’d like to tell him on my own terms.” uou couldn’t help but smile, turning your body on your side to face him better and bring your hand to his face.

“you’re the sweetest, you know?” you said and rubbed your fingers over his jaw and stubble.

“i think it’s safe to say you’re the sweetest,” he said referring to the fact that he did very much in fact devour you whole on your vanity desk.

“i’m gonna shower, so don’t worry about cleaning me up. maybe next time, i’m a girl who likes a bit of aftercare.” you said and kissed his lips softly, softer than you did when he was inside you. he kissed back and reached to pull you closer, wanting more of you. you put your hand on his chest and pulled back, leaving him breathless.

“so, this isn’t a one time thing?” he asked as he tried to breathe normal again. the both of you sat up to gather your clothes and as he put them in, you stood up and walked to your dresser, grabbing a pair of panties, a shirt and some shorts not bothering to cover yourself as he gets dressed again.

the second he’s full dressed and standing, you walk up to him with your naked body still pressed against his body, and raise yourself up on your tip-toes to kiss his lips once more.

“i really hope not.”

[zeephyre]

CRITICAL ROLE CAMPAIGN 3 EP 95 SPOILERS

jesus christ these nerds are going to kill me.

before i get into my think piece abt... everything that transpired at the end of this episode, i would like to say this is one of the best c3 episodes.... one of my favourite episodes of all time. idk idk.

essek? smut? astrid? poly bells hells allegations?? i was already fucking sold dawg. i cannot goddamn believe that this four hour episode was... mostly... a shopping episode. i cant wait for the new art, regardless of the batshitery that happened that kinda throws my vibes off. i digress.

oh ashton greymoore i love you so much. i have been so worried abt them but honestly they're probably the lat person im concerned for currently. the grief was so compelling to watch and taliesin is a master of roleplaying as minus charisma but genuinely charismatic in his dorky awkward gruff and fumbling way. his rizz is actually just blindsiding us with earnest acts of service and comfort for his friends and i think thats so neat. im happy that they're all going to aeor with fcg intertwined throughout their outfits. its poetic and also maddeningly sweet.

(love the little callowmoore moments sprinkled through this episode... they're so real to me)

pumat was fun and i am so damn glad they got all the items matt offered cause they were all so fucking cool.

also??? sugar daddy dorian storm??? yeah i see you gay boy. dorym is so real guys we need to prepare for a confession and soon. idk i get the vibe liam is gonna drop it in the most heartbreaking way. or robbie. they're both sick in the head tbh.

loved the little queer inn that essek dragged them to and the calm before the storm was genuinely the cutest shit ever and im glad they were having fun despite everything. we got the essek and ashton dunamancy scene that i have been begging for but i cant even talk abt that right now.

before i address orym and laudna...

delilah briarwood. im gonna fucking kill you. best believe that.

theres been so much discourse on twitter abt who was right or wrong or this or that, but ultimately the point is: neither of them is RIGHT. they're both stricken with trauma and grief, and motivated by the love they have for a) the ones orym has lost and b) the one laudna is fighting not to lose. laudna WAS worried abt orym before delilah twisted that into paranoia, and orym didnt wield that fuckass blade bc he DOESNT feel sick touching it.

he says its not abt revenge but... god. orym. you want revenge. call it whatever you like but you've been angry for a while.

laudna says she KNEW the sword was cursed, but she was lying or in denial abt the fact that delilah is the one who coerced her to hold the blade in her hand.

if either of them had decided to talk to each other or the group as a whole then this could have -- most likely -- been avoided. orym decided to take the blade and shoulder the burden of what it meant and what it represented so they didnt have. laudna felt betrayed and hurt but instead of trusting orym she was manipulated back into that cunt's clutches.

i dont prescribe to trauma olympics, especially when laudna and orym never actually denied each others' trauma with otohan and that blade so i think its slightly irrelevant when discussing them both.

(i will say this... otohans blade is what killed laudna but delilah is the one who had her in a cage when she was dead. otohan murdered oryms family and there was absolutely nothing that could save them. i firmly believe THAT is what chetney meant, not that laudna hasnt suffered so we can all just... unclench a little idk)

in all the discourse, lets not forget who the real villains are -- evil milfs (delilah and otohan). delilah chose this moment to sew distrust in laudna towards orym for a reason. its like the spider queen and opal. she NEEDS laudna isolated and dependent, and she cant sink her teeth in completely if laudna has someone to fall back on.

imodna... jesus imodna breaks me every time. that entire scene on the roof while laudna looks so much like her abuser -- the woman who MURDERED her -- and having that visage fade as laudna proclaims her love for imogen. peak romance and tragedy.

it was still so upsetting hearing the echoes of delilah as laudna spoke tho. knowing her hold on laudna is getting stronger and laudna has no real faith that she will be able to fight against her. hearing her ask imogen if shes still fun scary and knowing that imogen cant tell the truth. this isnt fun anymore. laudna is in danger and imogen doesnt know how to fix it.

"I'll always love you, Laudna. I just don't know what to do with it."

its uh its not looking good for our sapphics fellas.

anyway, i do think that ashton was the emotional mvp of this episode, especially while shit was escalating. putting themself between orym and laudna, PROTECTING laudna despite knowing she attacked him, TRUSTING that she was actually telling the truth and guiding her to see the forest for the trees and apologize for an irrational choice made through a mixture of trauma, delusion and paranoia.

im... excited? for the next episode? not sure why we keep having really horrible inter-party conflict the day before going on a suicide mission but the hells are my problem babies and i have to accept that they're just little fucked up guys.

god. is it thursday yet??

(AND WHERE THE HELL IS SAM)

[basu-shokikita]

Kloktober 2024 Day 4

Dressed to Kill

As a Skwistok shipper and fellow Skwisgaar objectifier there was no way I wasn't going to use this prompt for my own mischievous means.

The image below isn't really meant to give an idea on the vibe of this entry, but rather to illustrate of how I felt writing this. Or maybe it is both ;)

“Eugh…ams you readies?” Skwisgaar asked.

“Ja!” Toki was sitting on his knees, with his hands over his eyes, but he turned around towards Skwisgaar’s voice. “Cans I see?” Tentatively, he began spreading his fingers over his face.

“Waits.” A soft, leather-y surface grazed against Toki’s digits, stopping him at once.

“Whats?!” Toki bounced on his legs like an overstimulated rabbit. “Whats?!”

He heard an exhausted sigh. “Fines. You can looks.”

Gasping excitedly, Toki lowered his hands and his jaw almost dropped over the sight.

Skwisgaar stood in front of him with his arms crossed and physically looking down at him. He was wearing a strapless black leather bodysuit with a lace up corset, perfectly cinched at the waist. Black fishnets and thigh high black boots heightened his slim legs. His arms were partially covered by long black leather gloves and his neck displayed a thick black choker with a metal adornment at the middle.

“Wowee…” Toki let out, for a lack of a better word.

“I ordereds a cool leaders outfits…buts I didnts looks at de picktors on the webs…” Skwisgaar glanced at his own attire with dissatisfaction. “Dis ams totallies for a ladies…”

“You looks incredibles…” Toki was finally able to formulate words.

“Pfft, more likes stupids.” Skwisgaar rolled his eyes.

“Ams you kiddings?” Toki spotted the abandoned bondage whip on the ground and handed it to Skwisgaar. “Dis ams amazings!” Admiringly, he dragged himself closer to touch Skwisgaar’s thigh. The combination between the hard nylon and tender skin delighted him. “Woo…”

Skwisgaar stared at Toki, still unconvinced. “You really thinks dat?”

Because he was still on his knees, Toki quite literally had to look up to the blond which only made his appearance more enticing. “You can looks at my pants if you donts believes me.”

Skwisgaar snorted. “But you ams hornies abouts anyt’inks I does.”

“Oh, ams sorries!” Toki threw his arms in the air. “Forgives me for beings supportives all the times and attracteds to yous!”

Suddenly, Skwisgaar seemed to be in deep thought. When he spoke, his tone had completely changed. “Gets on de beds.”

Not needing to hear that twice, Toki ran to the spacious white bed and jumped on it before facing Skwisgaar again.

Skwisgaar smirked, satisfied by the quick obedience. “You wants me to dominates you?” He agitated the whip in the air as he approached the bed.

Toki nodded vigorously.

“Yous gonna do anyt’inks I wants?” Skwisgaar said, sinking the heel of his right boot on the footboard.

Toki nodded again.

“Absolutelies anyt’inks?” Skwisgaar insisted, leaning toward Toki.

“Ja…” Toki whispered, instinctively spreading his legs as he watched the whip get closer to him. When it grazed his crotch, he swallowed in anticipation.

“No questions, heugh?” Skwisgaar lifted the hem of Toki’s shirt with the whip, exposing his bare abdomen. His eyes lascively wandered over Toki’s abs, the accelerated rise and fall of his stomach. “Goods reactions…”

Skwisgaar always liked doing this, to bask in the power he had over Toki. And, while in their daily lives this annoyed Toki, inside the bedroom it was completely different. He held his breathing in anticipation.

“I needs you to does somet’inks for me, Toki.”

“Yes!” Toki shouted, instantly embarrassed by his own reaction. “Um, I means…yes?”

Skwisgaar smiled, resting his elbow on his leg. “You wants to knows?”

When Toki nodded, Skwisgaar gestured at him to come closer. Already incredibly pent up, sat up so Skwisgaar could whisper in his ear.

His voice was low, his breath tickled Toki. “I wants you to…”

“Yeah?” Toki was impatient.

After a pause, Skwisgaar continued, pronouncing every word slowly. “I wants…you…to practice…the guitar.”

Hypnotized, Toki nodded. “Ja, I wi- wait, whats?!”

Chuckling, Skwisgaar pulled away. “You heards me.”

“Wha- ams you serious?!” Toki was aghast by the sudden turn. “Nows?”

Skwisgaar raised a judgemental eyebrow at him and he ironically looked the most in-character with his outfit so far. “Ams deres a problemks?”

There was nothing Toki wanted more than to object, to recriminate him for ruining such a steamy moment, until the sight of Skwisgaar reminded him there was something he wanted even more than that. “And afters…?”

“Shores.” Skwisgaar shrugged with indifference, and it was so fucking annoying but Toki unfortunately wanted him even more now.

“Fines.” Toki got off the bed, annoyed but motivated at least. “Ams gonna gets my guitars.”

“Alls be right heres.” Skwisgaar said and Toki turned to him to see him resting on his side, his head resting on one hand, looking infuriatingly complacent. So many thoughts passed through Toki’s mind then and there, but none of them even remotely normal.

“...”

“Wells, what ams you waitingks for?” Skwisgaar said, waving a hand at him. “Goes, goes gets the guitars.”

Toki growled before leaving the room. He really was infatuated with the most annoying person in the world, he thought before cracking a smile.

God, he was so going to wipe that stupid smirk off his face later.

[inlovewhithafairytale]

Guys look what i found in my trash can...its so cringy and bad written but its funny.

guess who is writing smut at 1:30 am. ME!!

Theo Raeken X wife Reader.

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"I totally love your dress" one of her friends said making yn smile.

"Thank you, i adore yours, where did you buy it" loud music plaid from the speakers. P4ople laughed and talked why drinking. Yn and theo had been invited to a friends party wich they had willingly accepted, living their daughter for Derek to babysit. Theo was drinking with friends in the living room. Yn honsetly wondered how drunk he'd be in the morning, worried for his hung over the next morning but let it slide, her husband should have fun.

Yn talked and laughed with her friends in the kitchen, comenting on each others outfits and make ups, their works and their kids. All was going well.

"Excuse me a second please" theo's voice was heard just behind her as he snaked an arm around her waist.

"Oh yeah sure" her friends quickly said.

Yn turned to face theo a smile on her face "hey T, whats wrong?"

Theo wasent exactly in his sober state at the moment as he leaned in and whispered to her ear "come to the bathroom with me, i need to talk to you...privately"

Yn furrowed her eyebrows slightly but nodded nonetheless and turned to her friends "come back in a minutes, you girls keep going" she set her glass down in the counter and let Theo leade her to the bathroom.

"Honey are you drunk?" She asked truning to face him as they walked in and theo closed the door behind them.

"Just a ting bit, dont worry about it?" He gave her a charming smile as he walked toward her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Uh hu?" Yn nodded unconvinced "i thiugh werewolfs didnt get drunk"

"Lucky for us, im a chimera" he said quietly before leaning in to kiss her.

Yn kissed him back for a few moments before pulling away "what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?" She asked looking up at him frowning.

"Not much..." he answered a small seductive smirk on his lips as his hand slipped down from her waust to grope one of her butt cheeks. Theo knew she was just as weak to his seductive ways as she used to be when they were teenagers.

Letting out a small gasp yn looked into his eyes "right now?"

Giving her a grin he nodded. "Right now darling" he whispered into her lips before kissing her again.

Yn let out a small whimper into his lips kissing him back feeling the hunger in his touch as he pressed her to him, she could feel his hard lenght against her as he pulled her closer to him, head titling to the side and arns going around his neck she let him. Theo's hand went to grab the back of her neck tenderly keeping her there and his other hand snaking lower than butt. Leaning down slightly but still kissing her he pulled the hem from the dress she was wearing up, snaking his hand up to her underwear as he kept kissing her.

"Theo" yn let a soft gasp as he pushed her up into the bathroom wall wrapping her legs around his waist, skirt now all the way up to her waist.

Theo dove his way into her neck pushing her hair aside and pressing kisses, dragging his teeth along her neck making her shiver. He looked up to her face again his eyes glaced over with alcahol and booze, his eyes thrn widened and he pulled away setting her on th3 ground. he stared at her in horror.

"Theo what's wrong?"

"I am sure you are a very nice girl but i have a wife who i really love and im not going to screw around with you" theo answered firmily.

Yn stared at him in desbilief "you really are drunk, dude. IM YOUR WIFE"

Theo stared into her face "what?"

"We've been married for 5 years, we have a little girl name y/d/n" yn said staring at him frowing putting a hand on her forehedad with a sight.

"Oh wow, youre really hot, the guy who married you must be really lucky " theo said, in a dazed like state making yn groan in frustration and amusement.

"You married me!" She exclaimed

"Really?" A goofy smile came into theo's face

"Yes"

"Oh wow"

"Thats it we are going home, come on"

[rockermybuddie]

Surprise

Buck x Eddie

A/n: In honor of Ryan Guzmans birthday :) here is a buddie smut fanfic :)

Summary: Buck wakes up early and has a whole day planned out for Eddie for his special day. But ot all changes when Eddie just wants to stay home and fuck.

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Buck quickly turns off the alarm going off at 4am so it doesn’t wake up Eddie. He looks over and sees Eddie peacefully asleep spread out across the bed. His chest rising and falling with each breath. Buck smiles and snaps a picture real quick. Forgetting to turn off the flash he throws his phone down quick hoping it didnt wake Eddie.

Buck sat still as a statue when Eddie moved pulling the blankets up over his face. Buck waited a few moments before moving again, just to make sure Eddie was actually asleep.

Buck made his way off of the bed and opened the bedroom door turning the knob to quietly to shut the door.

Buck went into the kitchen and started to bake a cake for Eddie and to make a good breakfast for him.

By the time he was done it was 6:30am. They had the day off but Buck had lots of plans. First they were going to eat breakfast then they going to go to their favorite park and go for a hike, then they are going to get lunch at their favorite diner on the pier, then they are going to the mall to find new outfits for dinner at their favorite date restaurant.

Buck walked back into the bedroom wearing a party hat and streamers with a party blower in his mouth.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” He yells turning the light on and blowing the party blower making a scratchy loud noise. Eddie sat up quick in the bed confused by the loud commotion all of sudden.

“What the hell Buck.” He says rubbing his eyes from the bright light with streamers hanging off of him from Buck tossing them in the air.

“Its your birthday!” Buck says with a joy. A smile ear to ear. “Yeah, i know.” Eddie says pulling the streamers off one by one. He looks over at the clock. “Oh come on Buck. Its 6:30 in the morning.” He says kind of annoyed but hes happy to see the smile on Bucks face.

“Yeah its early but we have a busy day!” Buck says. “Come on i have breakfast ready in the kitchen.” He grabs Eddies hand to pull him into the kitchen but Eddie pulls him onto the bed, the sudden movement causing the party blower to fall to the floor

“Mmmmph.” Buck is startled by this as he is now laying on top of Eddie. He lowers his mouth to his as Eddie feels his back muscles tense to his touch.

Buck lowers his mouth to Eddies as he takes it in for a kiss. Eddies hands move up to Bucks head as he rips off the party hat tossing it to the side and pushing his head down for a deeper kiss.

Buck begins grinding his hips against Eddies as the sexual tension grows between the two. Eddies hands move down Bucks slick back down to the seam of his underwear as he slips them down onto the floor. He lifts his hips so he can remove his.

Buck begins moving his hips faster now that they are skin to skin. He keeps his balance as its slippery from the sweat and pre-cum.

Buck starts kissing and sucking down Eddies body leaving little marks down his neck and around his nipples.

He makes his way down to Eddies v-line and traces it with his tounge then licking around the tip of Eddie grabbing the base of his cock with his hand.

“Buck….” Eddie moans out after a few minutes of teasing. Buck smirks at Eddies begging as he licks the tip one more time before taking Eddie into his mouth.

Eddies toes curl and his head falls back on the pillow with his ehes rolled back at Buck sucks his soul out. He grabs a fist full of Bucks hair just so he could touch a part of him.

Buck wraps his hand around himself and rubs himself as he sucks Eddie.

Eddies taps Bucks head letting him know hes about to finish. Buck is too so he kisses himself back up Eddies body landing a deep one on his lips when he reachs his mouth.

Buck grinds his hips against Eddies as his hips buck up a little in the heat of the moment. His hands gripping onto Bucks thick thighs as Evan grips the bedsheet with one hand keeping him up and steady as the other is wrapped in Eddies hair.

Their breathing slows a little when they both release themselves on one another. They smile against each others lips ignoring the sticky slimy mess they have going on down there.

Once they caught their breath Buck got up tonget a towel and wipped each other off.

“Come on we have to hurry, we are behind on schedule.” Buck says noticing the time. It was 7:30z they were supposed to leave at 7.

“Buck.” Eddie says patting the bed motioning for him to sit down. He obeys.

“Buck i love you. And i love that you have a whole day planned out just for me. That is so Buck coded, and i love you for that. But can we just stay home? Together? Thats what I really want.” Eddie asks taking Bucks hands in his looking at him with his big brown puppy dog eyes.

Buck looks at Eddie and cant help but smile at his adorable loving boyfriend. Even though he really wants to treat Eddie on a day out he cant say no to his request.

“Thats fine. We can stay home, do what ever you want baby.” Buck smiles, his cheeks still red from before.

“This is where I want to be, here with you. Only you.” Eddie pulls Buck towards him as they lay back down in the bed. He pulls Buck close to him as they drift back to sleep.

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A/n: I hope you liked the story! I accidentally deleted like half of it so i had to re-write it so its not the same as the original i typed because i didnt remember what i wrote lol. But hopefully this is good!

Happy birthday Ryan Guzman!

[opiumsturn]

LES-CHILDISH GAMBINO

IN WHICH-Chris and Y/n are in a toxic relationship. (inspo by the song les)

THERE WILL BE ANOTHER VERSION INSPIRED BY LES

warnings-Smut,use of mama,ma,baby,princess,dollface, toxic relationship, arguments,use of y/n,song lyrics,nsfw

| for better experience song is recommended and linked |

⟡C. STURNIOLO.⟡

⟡•STURNSGIRL •⟡

It was dark with only colored and flashing illuminating lights around. People drunk and wasted, others making out, and some smoking.

I was at a party I don't know whos but who evers it was it didnt matter. I was in an argument with my boyfriend before we came here but not to mention he was also here sneaking glances at me and smirking even staring me dead up and down holding a red solo cup. He was pissing me off more than I already was, girls dancing on him and touching all up on him, kissing them even. I did the same at this point. Grinding my hips and swaying on other guys, drunk. Sitting on another man's lap smoking a blunt leaving my dark red lipstick stains on the mouth of the blunt and other guys face's.

FLASHBACK.

"YOU'RE A FUCKING MESS? YOUR WHOLE LIFE IS AND IM ALWAYS IN THE MIX OF IT."

"IM A MESS? YOU'RE HERE FUCKING WITH OTHER GIRLS?" I yell at chris with my mascara running down my cheeks wondering how i got into this in the first place.

"YEAH? AND I CAN BECAUSE NO ONE KNOWS, ABOUT.. US!?" He saying swinging his hand

"CHRIS REALLY? WHAT EVEN ARE 'WE' AT ONE POINT YOU WERE SOME ONE I REALLY LOVED. WHEN IM DEPRESSED YOU'RE SOMEONE I'LL RUN TO, BUT NOW I CANT EVEN TALK TO YOU ABOUT ANYTHING!"

I say silencing him as i wipe tears and run out the door with my purse hanging off my shoulder and my matching black and red out fit in my hand.

Chris chose my outfit, dressing me as a complete slut.

The outfit was a tight black corset with red accents within the ribbons that laced the top with the back of it only being a the ribbon, so my back was fully exposed. Topped with a small red bow at the middle of the corset between my boobs. The matching extreme short and tight shiny skirt it came with not even fully covering my ass also topped with a red bow at the, and see through black tinted tights that only dimmed my shade of legs. I decided with a red bow in my hair and red bottom platform heels with red bows in the back.

I got ready at my friend Maya's house for the party not seeing Chris until we got there.

END OF FLASHBACK.

I get off the boys lap im in, walking to the bar stumbling, and barely managing to walk ordering a lemonade and vodka mix, and dowing it within seconds on my way to the dance floor, but im stopped.

"Hey pretty lady, can i make you my toy tonight?" A man says coming to me trying to slide his hands to my waist.

*les by childish gambino starts to play*

"No she wont and shes not a fucking toy asshole." Chris says coming up from my side snaking his arm around my waist pulling me towards his side and moving me away.

"Oh your claiming me again?" i say rolling my eyes crossing my arms.

"Fuck you. Can i have this dance?" he says sliding both his hands to my waist down to my ass gripping it causing me sway around him.

Lights flashing

Chris's arms around me

Spinning me around

Gripping and grabbing on me

Kissing me.

colors everywhere.

My vision lost around and everywhere.

"C'mon Doll." He says in a more demanding way grabbing my wrist to a room upstairs closing the door behind us as we enter.

He immediatly starts gliding his tounge on my mouth giving his own enterance picking me up from my ass not breaking the sloppy makeout we were in. I could taste the alcohol, and weed in him and I know he could taste the same in me. He starts to kiss down my neck and down my boobs til he reached the top of my corset his arms curling around my back lifting me up pulling the strings of my corset as well as my corset it’s self off throwing them off. Childish gambino muffled still playing outside of the red dim lit room with candles.

'Baby you're the baddest. Baby you're the baddest girl and uh-'

Trailing off as Chris has ripped off my skirt, and tights already while I kick off my heels. Chris groaning against my skin kissing, and rubbing up my thigh. Pulling my red thong to the side wiping his two finger up, and down a few times still kissing on me before licking a stripe onto my wet core making him groan, causing vibrations to be sent through my body allowing me to moan. His tounge flicking up, sliding his fingers into me curling up, and down,pumping in and out,sucking and kissing on my pussy, muffled groans and high pitched moans tugging on his hair ever so lightly while his other hand rubs the top of my clit. Til I feel the knot in my stomach.

"oh sh-shiiittt..umph c-hri..FUCKK..MM-gonna c-" I moan not even finishing before I release on chris

"Fuck baby you did so good mmph mama." He huffs out breathless.

He cleans me up. Tying my corset, and putting my skirt and thong back on. He pulls me into his chest from my waist standing me up.

"look baby im sorry. i wanna try,and i know, im an awful guy and im always but i wanna try and i know im a piece of shit but we can make this work."

"make it work by fucking our ways into apologies everytime?!" I reply

"no mama please listen. we can work i know it. im sorry baby. forgive me please?" He apologizes

I dont reply and just kiss him as a 'its okay'. but really we knew it wasnt. Our relationship is a mess and always has been. Hes out with other girls hurting me, but 'he will change' according to him.

2 days pass and again chris is away somewhere. Until I get a text.

CHRIS🫀

Chris🫀- hey dollface can i come over ?

why?-me

Chris🫀- cs i want too?

Sorry. Yeah u can-me

^- loved by CHRIS🫀

I put my phone down and huffed. I got up off the couch and got ready for chris. about 15 minutes had passed and there was a knock at my door. I run downstairs to go open the door and to no one's surprise it was chris.

"Hey mamas" He says hugging me by my waist.

"Hey baby" I say taking in his embrace while he lets go and walks away, I close the door and walk over to chris.

"why'd u wanna come over?" I ask

"so I can see my pretty girl?" he says in a duh tone

I chuckle as I straddle his lap and lean into his soft lips for a small kiss.

"why dont we go to my house, hm?" he says holding my lower waist

"but chris-"

"I know, I know, every time we see each other im taking you home but cmon"

"fine."I sigh.

They get home

"Mmph chris!" I moan into the kiss. As soon as we got home we were kissing in the bathroom making out and moaning. I hope nobody catch us.. but I kinda hope they catch us.

"shh baby their gonna catch us."

"sorry." i whisper

We went on for around an hour fucking in the bathroom while nick and matt were home still.

"fuuck you did so good princess" he breaths out kissing my temple, cleaning me up.

I cant manage any words still huffing out catching my breath

"did i fuck u dumb ma?" he chuckles picking me up and laying me in bed dressing me in his fresh love set.

"th..thank you baby" I managed as he dressed me.

He just kissed my head and walks to the closet changing

"wanna go get food mama?" he asks

"please" I say softly still dumb fucked.

"can you even walk?" he giggles

I try to stand up he fail almost falling as he grabs me holding me up he chuckles softly before speaking.

"c'mon mama i got you dont worry" he says holding me stable as i take step after step hoping nick and matt dont see us.

we walk out the house and he sits me down in the passenger seat and buckles my seat belt for me kissing my temple before going to his side

"can we get chic fil a?" i ask softly

"yes mama" he says intertwining our fingers and resting them on my thigh.

"you know i love you right?" chris speaks up

i look at him confused as because our 'relationship' if you can even call it that is a mess. Hes out kissing and sleeping with other people and everytime he sees me hes taking me home. As if im one of his hoes. We were a mess mentally. Both of us and us together.

"baby your the baddest girl i know. i love you so much and im so sorry for everything ive done i love you and care about you. no body else matters. only you ma." he says

"what?.. i- chris.. you mean that?" i say on the verge of tears.

"yes my princess." he says squeezing my hand

"i love you too. im sorry for everything and-"

"dont be sorry ma" he says cutting me off stopping at a red light giving me a quick but sweet and passionate kiss.

naz speaks- this took so long and its short nd sucks ass im gonna cry.. but i love this song sooo..

request are open feel free to leave them!

@is4belle and I's tiktokt acc-sturnsma.

[whole-circus]

hi dear ! could you maybe do liu, jane and toby with a reader that collects haunted dolls ? my special interest is spirits and haunted materials so i am super interested in haunted dolls, i’d love to see some cute headcanons with a reader like that ♥︎ maybe add in some gothic lolita fashion too ? thank you ! gn reader would be fine .

Homicidal Liu, Jane the Killer and Ticci Toby with gothic lolita reader that collects haunted dolls!

➥ Hi hun!! Its such a cool idea!! I kinda mixed it up together so hope its still fine!! Take care!!!

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Homicidal Liu

Liu is pretty open-minded person, like he is just glad you got somethig you are interested in!! Haunted dolls? Oh okay, he didnt expected that..isnt it a bit creepy? But even if he has no idea what is going on then he would love to hear you talk to him about your special interest!! Like come on!! He wants to hear everything, do they have names? Can you talk with them? ..Why are they haunted in the first place..? Introduce them to him!! Your eyes lit up in pretty way so he wants you to keep talking (plus he is obv interested!!). Liu isnt really scared, just a bit distant at first. Give him some time, and he will even take care of them if you couldnt be with them!

About your fashion sense, you are absolutely mesmerezing to him! Boy could stare at you for hours but that would propably be too creepy. Even if his fashion sense is pretty basic, Liu would totally let you dress him up!! He won't match your fashion sense at daily basis, but enjoys you making him look all pretty and he just loves spending more time with you! That way he can actually feel why you like to wear what you wear! Absolutely adores how well aesthetically you match to your interests.

Jane the Killer

Oh i feel like she would actually be into all this creepy, unsettling stuff! Horror movies, urban legends and of course haunted dolls! You are perfect match tbh. Jane is obviously curious about your collection, its impressive and she just love hearing you talking!! Like she would literally look at you with this sweet and caring gaze, maybe even holding you on her lap and caress your hair as you just spare informations with her! Treats your dolls with respect, and likes to keep them clean and safe (but if you dont feel comfy with letting other people touching you collections then she is more than fine too!), she is anything but scared!

I just love, love the idea of Jane being goth. Maybe a victorian one or romantic? Please it fits her soooo well! Yeah but thats just me saying silly things. So with your gothic lolita fashion, you match pretty well! You both will look amazing and you are this great looking couple whenewer you show up anywhere 😭 Would also like to try your style just for fun and do the same for you!!

Ticci Toby

Toby is scared and interested all at once!! Loves hearing you talking but would be scared to sleep at night.. better not leave him alone with them. He propably starts to remember all horror movies about haunted dolls and is scared for his life that they would kill him.. Just reassure him that its nothing like that and as the time pass by he will have more friendy attitude. But even tho he is scared, then he doesnt mind your passion at all! Whatever makes his partner happy!

You are like this overdressed partner x causal bf duo!! You dress so cool and there is Toby with his old and pilled sweater. I think that he would be even intimidate by your look at first, he would be shy too even look at you. Also, he would be happy to try some of your clothes (just like evryone here..) but he definitely prefer his cozy sweaters. Toby really likes to watch you getting ready when you are going somewhere, hair, make up or just choosing outfit..he cant look away! He isnt also the type of bf to get mad for waiting at you long time, so take as much time as you need!

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[cupiohearts]

HOT MALE NURSES ?! - seeing your boyfriend put on a sexy nurse costume for you

CHILDE was actually having fun with this. you watched in horror as he strided across the floor with a tray in hand. he held a grin as he proudly pointed out how he was gonna fix you right up

you groaned into your pillow, awakening to the bright light and with your fever reaching an all time high. it was hot inside of your room and so you swung off the covers and went to the kitchen to pick up water.

now you were someone who had an obnoxious boyfriend, frankly too obnoxious but you still love him.

"-i'm reconsidering our relationship right now childe" you stood at the doorframe not even a step outside when you see childe with him fixing his nurse hat "what the fuck are you doing here".

childe widened his eyes before jumping straight into position. he grabbed a syringe and posed on the couch. "i heard you needed a doctor" he said (with roses and a pink background appearing behind somehow).

you both stared at each other for a long time until he broke the silence by answering your question. "ok fine- you should really stop leaving the key in the potted plants outside."

"so you broke in?"

"you were sick!"

you pinched your nosebridge and just gave up on the topic while childe kept pestering you about your needs.

"do you need anything to eat? i can get you ice with that water!" he constsntly loomed over your shoulder until you asked for something and that was only until hours later.

"childe can you get out of my housr"

"... no"

you were not gonna lie when you said KAEYA had made your face even hotter. it seems as though he deliberately unbottoned the top part of the nurse uniform, and put on the fishnet stockings.

"KAEYA?!" you shouted with your jaw dropping. it was morning and the first thing you wake up was to kaeya ginormous boobs in your face.

"oh~ are you finally awake" kaeya had given his girl crushing eye smiles and you just kept your jaw open.

the blue haired man smiled while he poured your medicine into a small cup holding a glass of water. "open up" kaeya asked while you complied.

perhaps its the fact that his outfit had overloaded your brain adding ontop of his incredibly good looks or it mightve been the fact you were sick and therefore incapable of thinking clearly but you did it anyways.

not even the bitter taste of medicine pulled you out of your trance. kaeya continued to treat you. he even sung you a lullaby and tucked you into sleep.

he pulled up right next to you, of course he noticed how your face got hotter every time he touched you of course he would. but it was fun teasing you.

"your expressions are so cute"

you did not how anybody had convinced SCARAMOUCHE of all people to do this. perhaps it was nahida or perhaps it was his own accord (.00001% possibility) but you werent gonna complain especially not when he ended up being so fun to tease.

"STOP TAKING PHOTOS OF ME!" your boyfriend had loudly shouted at you. he was currently washing your dishes while you laid on your couch taking photos of him. "but you look so good in that!"

"yeah i know..." he mumbled under his breath, you didn't hear exactly what he said and didnt care. when you were finally done taking photos you zoomed in on them.

"maybe i should get sick more often if you do this for me!" you giggled. you kept looking at the photos until the phone was swiped out of your hands.

"wh- hey!" you stared at scaramouche who had held your phone in his hand and placed it in a cupboard "i needed that!"

scaramouche stuck his tongue to you and blew a raspberry. "bleh! deal with it! you just wanted to take more photos of me" he crossed his arms.

"yeah i needed that. give me my phone back!"

"get rid of this fever and then you get it back" scaramouche promptly stated. picking up all the trash you had left around while you slumped over your couch.

"i hate you!"

"no you dont"

scaramouche might be outta character but uh anyways

my first genshin post !!

[cupoftaae]

9 with Yoongi please😍😍😍

"and why are you so jealous" x YOONGI

warnings- angst, swearing, drinking, references to hookups, yoongi is a fuck boyyyy

A/N- sorry for the late posting, I hope you enjoy sweetheart! <3

You sat outside the bar in the front seat of your car, eyeing the drunk people leaving as the clock read nearly 3am.

Yoongi, your roommate, had called you a bit prior, asking if you could so graciously drive his drunk ass back home. You agreed, well, because you are desperately in love with the fucker, even if he pissed you off.

the thing is, you didnt mind doing shit for him, but he was just an asshole most times. Yoongi wasnt the kind of guy who would date someone like you, he was out every weekend with his friends at some bar and probably hooking up with any girl within a 5 mile radius who'd let him.

You would let your hopes rise again anytime he did something for you, the expectations were on the floor, considering the action of him helping you clean the apartment would fluster you.

"okay, I gotta go baby"

you looked out the window, seeing yoongi walking towards your car with some drunk chick hanging off of him

"you'll call me right?" she whined, hands holding his shirt

"of course I will, first thing tomorrow" he grinned, helping her off to one of her friends.

You smirked because you knew his ass was not calling her back.

thats how yoongi was, thats the kind of person you fell for, and it wasnt this behavior that made you fall- it was all the way back to 8 months ago, when you and yoongi visited his mother in the hospital, youve never seen him so vulnerable, you held him in your arms as he cried about all of his fears.

It was tragic yet beautiful to see someone who puts on a front all the time, finally break.

You stayed against him like glue during that time, which ultimately resulted in an emotionally constipated hook up between you both.

Neither of you mentioned it ever again, especially when not too long after that he started going out on weekends again- forgetting you.

"sorry for making you pick me up...." he mumbled, crawling into the passenger seat.

"'s okay...I dont mind" you shrug, starting the car again

you felt his eyes on you, a small shiver going down your spine as you forced yourself to pay attention to the road.

"you have fun tonight?" you tried to speak, avoiding his glances.

"you look really pretty, why are you so dolled up?" he asked, voice soft

You were a bit taken back, yoongi never spoke about you like this, even in his drunk state.

"thank you..?...im not dolled up...im just wearing a shirt and jeans, I fell asleep in my work outfit."

he smiled, "oh...well its cute" his hand reached over to play with your hair a little, making you jump

"yoongi-"

"what?"

You took a breath and tried to just stay quiet until you pulled against the curb outside of the apartment, parking the car.

neither of you got out yet

"why are you still staring at me?" you mumbled, turning on the car light to grab your phone that had fallen beneath your seat.

He shrugged, "because I wanna kiss you" his voice slurred

You sat up quickly, head banging against the steering wheel "wh- fuck!"

His eyes widened "shit, you okay?" he reached a hand out

"im fine! dont...touch me" you managed to speak, turning the light off. "what makes you suddenly want to kiss me, yoongi?"

"i dont know you look cute, its not a big fucking deal" he chuckled, eyes still trailing your body

You waited a moment to gather your thoughts, "actually it is, because you say that to every girl you meet, you told that girl you'd call her and I know you wont. You cant keep treating young girls like this, yoongi. Its wrong, we get attached easily and we dont appreciate being led on."

He smirked, "okay...and why are you so jealous?"

You choked "jealous??"

"yeah, jealous"

"im not fucking jealous, yoongi, im mad that you think this is okay behavior."

"and if there were no other girls you wouldnt have reacted the way you just did- in face, I bet you would kiss me in a heartbeat." he spoke

"youre a dick, you know that?"

he nods, smirking

"proud of that?"

"meh" he shrugged

You bit the inside of your cheek and felt a wave of emotion come over you. You realized that he will never change, hes not yours and probably never will be, and you are wasting your time waiting for the yoongi from 8 months ago to come back.

"go fuck yourself" you got out and slammed the car door, leaving him behind.

His eyes sadly watched you walk away, he mentally cursed himself for fucking up again.

He knew he would never have you, and he was to blame.

[onyourfifi]

my priority | johnny suh

❥ | pairing : bf!johnny x fem!reader

❥ | genre : angst and fluff, reader gets overwhelmed at a party

❥ | word count : 830

❥ | warning : anxious and overwhelmed reader, mentions of loud music, flashing lights, and crowds

johnny has been talking about a party for a while now. you’re not much of a party person, more of a homebody, but johnny was very extroverted and loved to go out. he promised that it would just be a small get-together with his friends. he was so excited about it, you didn’t want to disappoint him, so you agreed to go.

on the day of the party, johnny helped you pick out an outfit. you wore a light blue dress that was tight to your body yet flowy. with that, you wore heels matching the dress and a white bag.

“you look so beautiful baby”

“says you, you look just as pretty”

you leave to go to the party soon after. johnny has been talking about the party so much that he made you a little excited, but the introvert in you was screaming to go home.

when you get to the place of the party, you notice the cars parked along the sides of the road. this didn’t seem like a couple of friends. you can feel your heart start to beat a little faster.

“baby, are you sure it’s only a couple of people?”

“yeah, at least that’s what they said…”

you walk up to the house and ring the doorbell. you can already hear the loud music and people. you hold johnny’s hand just a little tighter. the door opens for you to see the house packed wall to wall with people.

“hey guys!! i’m so glad you guys could come!” one of johnny’s friends say. they try to drag you guys in, but johnny pulls back. you could see the smile on johnny’s face to see everyone, but he knew you didn’t like parties.

“are you sure you wanna do this?”

you didn’t want to disappoint him. you didn’t want to be a burden. he was so happy. you didn’t want to ruin this.

“i’m sure”

you held onto johnny tightly and slowly entered the house.

as you walk through, the music takes over your thoughts. lights were flashing and people were screaming left and right. you were shoulder to shoulder, if you moved even just an inch you could be knocked over. you’ve never felt this way before. you couldn’t hear your own thoughts. your eyes couldn’t focus on one thing. your brain started to fog and you could feel tears start to fill your eyes. your heart was beating so fast and you wanted to just close your eyes and disappear.

you turn towards johnny and tug on his sleeve.

“baby, can we leave?”

johnny could see the look in your eyes, the look of fear and worry. you didn’t want to be there.

“oh my god, yes baby of course”

without any hesitation, he takes his arm around your waist to protect you. he stays right next to you the entire time and takes you outside. you could feel your mind finally empty and your lungs fill with the cold night air.

“baby, are you okay?”

“yeah thank you”

“here, i’ll take you somewhere i think you’ll like a lot better”

as you sit in the car, you could still feel yourself shaking and you were still breathing quite heavily. johnny notices this and reaches to hold your hand. just the touch of his hand calms you down, you take deep breaths and close your eyes.

“baby, we’re here”

you wake up to see the boardwalk, your favourite place to walk at night.

you could see the stars like up the sky and the bright moon shine across your face. the sound of the water crashes against the shore and the sound of the waves calm your mind. you can feel your stress melt from your body.

“thank you so much johnny”

“of course, i will always be here for you. don’t ever hesitate to say anything to me.”

“but you were so excited for that party and i didnt want to disappoint you and be a burden or anything-“

“hey, hey look at me.”

you look directly into his eyes.

“no matter where we are or what we’re doing, you will always be my priority”

“thank you."

"you're welcome, i will always be here for you"

"i still feel bad for making you leave..."

"here, you know what will make up for it?"

johnny takes your hands and places them on his shoulder. he takes his own and places them on your waist.

"let's have our own little party, shall we?"

"but there's not even any music" you laugh.

"that's okay, just follow my pace okay?"

johnny starts to sway back and forth, moving left to right. you step on his foot a couple of times but you get the hang of it. being with him in such a peaceful place made you appreciate him more than ever. you couldn't believe he was yours.

"i love you some much, thank you"

"i love you too, i'll do anything for you baby."

a/n : protective johnny is actually everything to me. also not me writing this without ever going to a party D:

[slay00ryu]

hai hai yk who i am, make that KC x drag queen reader that you totally definitely not didnt ask for in the server

Gasp! Killers and a Drag Queen?

The reader is a man btw <3 . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Ronin - The Butcher

When he found about you doing drag:

It wasn't a challenge to find out about your little artistic side. Ronin' first visit to your house was how he found you out. The wigs, mannequins with unfinished outfits, your vanity table that looked like a whole war happened on it with how messy it was. Ronin stopped in his tracks to look around your bedroom, you turned around to look at him. "Why did you-" You paused. "Oh. Yeah, I'm a drag queen." You weren't ashamed of it, at least you weren't a edgy serial killer. "Damn, never thought I would see a whole altar of RuPaul." He chuckled when he noticed the posters and even a framed picture of you and said queen. "What can I say, Mama Ru is my biggest inspiration, also Gottmik, but we never met." You clicked you tongue. "So, do you like it?" "Baby, you're an artiste, what is there not to like?" The Butcher's words made you chuckle and roll your eyes.

His reaction for your looks:

Every time your edge-lord boyfriend gets to see your drag queen persona his eyes have that glimmer of interest in them. He watched your movements and ways of speaking change like it's the most interesting thing for him. Whenever your dragpersona has a more creative or complicated outfit Ronin seems eve more amazed. "And you find this comfortable?" He titled his head to the side as you were putting on the last accessories. "Baby, it's not about comfort, I have to destroy those bitches with how good I look." You shot him a confident grin. "Oh, I love this side of you. That blood thirst in your eyes, it's beautiful." He stood in front of you while you were sitting in front of your mirror and stole a kiss from your lips. "You idiot, you have lipstick on you now." You rolled your eyes and checked to see if he messed up your make up, luckily for him he didn't or you would be a widow before your wedding. "Nah, I don't care. You could say that you marked me." He joked and moved a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. "And those wigs aren't heavy?" He raised his eyebrow. You were almost amazed by how interested Ronin was in this topic. Maybe one day you'll persuade him into being your model? Who knows. "This one isn't, but the one for my cake look is heavy as fuck." You murmured. When you have a show:

You can't decide whether he wants to piss you off or just wants to show how proud he is, but with every split, dance move or dead drop you can hear a lot "Yas, queen!" and you don't even need to check who that is to be sure that it's him. He's almost too interactive, he touches you whenever you are close to him, shouts "slay" "go girl" and similar things when you just enter the stage like some teenage girl on her favourite's artist concert.

When he can't be on the show in person but he knows that there is a stream happening he calls the whole server for a watch party, it's now a very important server occasion to watch you perform. When you're stressed:

Ronin is your biggest supporter so when drag stresses you out he's there for you, cradling you in his arms. "I fucking hate it." You whispered against his shoulder. "Am I myself or am I a drag queen who makes a fool out of herself?" Questions like these weren't new. Sometimes media or people made you feel torn between who you really were. Is that confident persona really you? Are you really a man? "You're the only person who can decide that darlin', but in my eyes you're perfect in both ways." He whispered against your hair and kissed you on the temple. "Praise me more." You chuckled and tighten your hold around him. "Why? To feed your ego, nah. We both know how perfect you are babe."

But when it's someone else bothering you, be it a media reporter or a homophobic asshole, they're gone. No one will stress his boyfriend to the extend that he's wondering if drag is for him. You can expect a picture on #killer_shit and a message for you. <@goreboy>: Look a pretty kill just for you Y/N. And somehow his method of lifting your mood worked, maybe you're just crazy? Who knows. You didn't really care anyway, at least you aren't normal.

Angel - The Heartsick Angel

When she found about you doing drag:

Angel found out about your artistic ways when you both were scheduled for the same photoshoot for a fashion magazine. At first it was a little uncomfortable, but then you two relaxed. On your way back to home you had a long conversation about how the drag industry was treating you, you showed her your looks and she was amazed. Angel sometimes invited you as her channel guest and somehow her fans fell in love with you just as much as Maria loved you.

Her reaction to your looks:

You really can pull off the angel theme." You heard a sweet laugh come from behind you. You were in the middle of putting on your new drag look, this time the show's theme was "Holy or Unholy" and as a tribute you decided to go for that angelic theme. "I'm glad to hear that from my inspiration." You smiled and turned to look at her. "Want to finish my make up?" You saw her eyes light up in excitement. Your make ups were more creative and complicated than what she did for her channel, so she would always use any occasion to let her creativity out.

When you have a performance:

When Angel has time to be there, she shows great support, you can see how happy she is. Sometimes she will record your performances to post them on her story or watch them alone back home.

When she can't show up, she will promote your performance and her fans will show up. Maria de la Rosa said to go there, so why wouldn't they listen?

When you're stressed out:

Angel can understand you, there's so much pressure from the press, your fans and other drag queens on you to do well that sometimes it devours you completely. Angel will cuddle with you in silence in these moments, just to let your mind rest for once, without chaos or shiny lights. She will whisper praise and small I love you's here and there.

When it's someone else making you feel that way, you can consider them gone. No one in their right mind will hurt Angel's partner, unless they have a dead wish.

V - for Vengeance

When he finds out about you doing drag:

V found out while he did some research on you, it was actually the first thing he found after getting your legal name out of you. "So you're an artist?" He asked while you both took care of his animals. "Yeah you could say so." You chuckled nervously. "is it weird?" You asked and looked away. "No." His reply was simple. You looked at him in surprise. "There's nothing weird in you finding a way to be creative and express yourself. I think it' beautiful." He smiled softly. V was a huge support, he asked a lot about your looks, sometimes bought you materials or make up products when he knew that you wanted one but you wanted to save money. "it's a gift." He said after you tried to refuse taking the new make up pallet. 'It's an expensive gift, how can I accept it?" You sighed. "I love you V, but I feel like a gold digger." You watched him shake his head in disagreement. "I bought it for you on my own whim, it's not a problem for me to gift you with something you need my love." Your heart melts with every word and soft smile from V. "How am I supposed to win against you?' You groaned and kissed him on the cheek as a "thank you".

His reaction for a new look:

V watched in awe as you put on your new dress, the same dress you worked on for weeks. The man find it fascinating, seeing this artistic side to you, the determination in your eyes, proud smile when you finished your look. "So how do I look?" Your voice brought V back to earth. Now you were standing in front of him in a look that was supposed to resemble a lioness, the theme was "Animal Queerdom" and poor V only understood that the drag looks were supposed to be themed by animals. "You look absolutely beautiful my love. I can see your hard work in every detail." His words made you smile. "Thank you V."

When you have a show:

Of course he is there to watch. Maybe he is not as energetic as other people who came there to witness the show, but he still has a lot of fun. Watching all the artists and seeing the effects of their hard work was always something V enjoyed, and watching a drag show was no different. He knew how long and hard you worked so he could appreciate the work.

When you're stressed out:

V is your biggest supporter, he''s there encouraging you and making sure that you know how proud he is. He will acknowledge your worries and he will not push his opinion, no matter how positive onto you, it's best to let you pour out all your negative thoughts.

V won't kill people who happened to hurt your feelings, unless they really do deserve to be the next meal for his animals. "Their pathetic comments aren't something worth paying attention to my love. You're a vision, the sun amongst the stars. You're so much more than what media says you are." He rub the back of your hand and smiled at you gently. "Why are you so sweet V." You sniffle and hug him.

Misaki - The assassin

When they discovered our drag persona:

Misaki knew about you doing drag ever since your turn your camera on. In your background there were a lot of different things that called you out on it. "You're a drag queen?" They asked, their face curious and excited. Yeah! Although I'm just e beginner." You replied. "That's so cool! Slay queen!" Ever since that day you knew that they wouldn't shut up about you doing drag.

Their reaction for your look:

"Well, how do I look?" Misaki looked at her screen when your camera was turned on and their jaw dropped. "You're just a beginner?! Hell no! You have better skills than I will ever have!" You chuckled at their words. "Ah thanks, I'm not that good though." He blushed a little. Misaki was really in awe with all of the looks, how you could completely change yourself was a shocker for them every time.

Misaki on your shows:

When they visited USA for the first time for that super dangerous assassination they promised to themselves that they will go for every drag show that will feature you just to watch you in the spotlight. "You go girl!' You could hear their voice and it was really hard not to wave back at them instead of continuing the show. You appreciated their support even if sometimes it wall a tad bit annoying to hear their shouting with every split.

When you're stressed out:

They will try their best to support you, be it through the voice call on in real life. Misaki will try to keep your mind off of the doubtful thought and encourage you to take a short break if it's too much to handle. "Babe, you're a beginner. It's normal to stress out. Try to take a short break and focus on yourself." Their voice was calm and gentle, a contrast to their full of energy and happy-go-lucky personality. "Yeah, maybe you're right." You sighed. "I'll take a small break."

it's the same situation when it's people who are the reason for your stress. Although Misaki is ready to fight whoever tries to destroy your confidence.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

They call me mother ;p

i love Drag Race >w< Bye bye hos - N <3

[cherrythepuppet]

Haircut...

Little thing for Cinnamon and Sora (They need to interact more if they basically step-siblings) @small-world-au

TW: Glass cuts

Cinnamon stared at the broken mirror as she sat on her knees, She looked at herself and felt uncomfortable while she grabbed her long curly hair before grabbing one of the broken mirror glass shards

She held the glass shard up to her hair but hesitated. She gripped the glass shard so tightly that her hands started to bleed, She squeezed her eyes shut and then used the glass shard to cut directly through her hair

She opened her eyes and saw her long hair cut and scattered on the ground, She looked up back at the mirror and saw her hair now cut and extremely short. She dropped the glass shard and went to touch her hair

She felt somewhat better yet she looked down at her outfit and got up looking at her dress and doing a little spin in it, She looked down at her hair and sighed “You look great…” A voice from behind her spoke up

“C’mon… Let's get ya something new” Cinnamon turned around to see Sora “I found a new sweater you might like” Sora added taking Cinnamon’s hand in his and Cinnamon smiled “A-and let's get your hand patched up too!” Sora exclaimed noticing the bleeding in Cinnamon’s hand

“ACK! Oh my god, I didnt even realize!”” Cinnamon yelped taking her hand away and wrapping it up in the edge of her sweater “Owch…” She frowned as Sora chuckled but soon silence went through the two

“Do… Do you think Tre will still like me?” Cinnamon asked making Sora pause “What? Of course-” “I mean even if he knew…?” She looked up at Sora then back down at the ground

She looked down at the dried blood of her hand wincing slightly “Cinna, If he truly does love you then he’ll understand, Hell love you…” Sora reassured her “And if he treats you horribly then ill tell Stone” He added

Cinnamon laughed slightly “Please don't have him sic Scribble on him…” She replied “No promises… C’mon, we- we definitely need to clean that wound” “Yeah… it's starting to burn”

[mutedeclipse]

FUSELL, THE IMMORTAL

Spoilers and ranting with a bit of love sprinkled in there beneath the cut beneath the cut

I was bothered so bad about him being human i did something about it. Does it make sense? Maybe. Do i care? No.... yeah. Kinda.

I kept his robes the same and tried to keep the rest of the outfit in line with the usual sbr design scheme, the whole human with grey skin thing kinda irked me and the character designers were cowards by making the intergalactic scientist default to being a HUMAN. LIKE. SERIOUSLY....

WE ARE DEALING WITH A MAN WHO IS REAPING WHAT HE SEWED BY FUCKING WITH SCIENCE. FROM SPACE BTW. AND YOU MAKE HIM HUMAN WHAT IS WRONG WITH Y- cough. Im normal i prommy :)

So i made him resemble the very creatures he is bound to, the very creatures he decided to mass produce and cultivate for his gain and his own society's. Its like dramatic irony ykno? When within the helmet his smokey form blurs his shape from inside, only once the glass breaks he then has his form exposed. Again. Dramatic reveal style. I love dramatics btw. The markings do probably turn grey post boss fight like in the actual game, the ellonite on him drained of all its power...

By my previous fussel post i hadnt read the mysterious notes, which i have since concluded all belong to fusell. The story of a man who took science too far and paid the price fascinates me. The way he seems to be refering to himself when he notes the greed of his kind in a sort of self lothing type way... i didnt expect a character from super bomberman R 2 to comment on the struggles of overconsumption and the furthering of technology being a blessing and detriment to those who pursue it. The neutrality of science... the greed of advanced society, the affects of war (although only briefly touched on shows how science can be driven to cruel places) all laid out and expecting you to connect the pieces. Which i kinda adore. I could study him for hours under a microscope.

That being said if you misinterpret fusell i will skin you and mount you on my wall. For funsies. (Joking but passionate) he is a morally grey villian (though leaning toward a darker shade during the time of the story) whom really really wants to die likely bearing the guilt of a fallen society by mainly his hands

Anyway he phantom and blue would have a neat dynamic don't you think?

[thefandom-casserole]

Episode 47 Notes-

- I’m so scared

- Like. Almost more scared than for last episode

- Ahhhhhh

- Hermie my beloved I haven’t stopped thinking about you <333

- (Seriously I’ve been basically exclusively rping you. Channel seven has been wild man)

- Anyways

- Ahhhhhh

- THE INTRO

- OMG

- THEYRE TALKING AHOUT SCAM AND NORMAL AOSNDHAJSBHSKAJSJDJDHDUIEJE

- Im vibrating this is insane

- I love their intros so much

- I LOVE THE PODCAST DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS SO MUCHHHHHH

- Hehe I remember that from last season

- Taylor’s Teen Fact: Taylor’s first fight was in fourth grade because he was getting bullied (by Steve) over his collectible card game so he kicked the guy in the nards. That’s how he got into karate

- Lincoln’s Teen Fact: The first fight and lie between Linc and his parents was when he did a “hunger strike” until they let him go to school (but he actually was eating)

- Will messing up Normal’s intro was way too funny to me

- Normal’s Teen Fact: Normal does a tarot card reading everyday before getting started

- He’s like Mercedes!!!!!!!!!

- I cannot believe that he pulled the reversed Lovers holy shit

- Scary Teen Fact: Scary plays the piano. Because if the letters are rearranged it spells pain-o

- Anthony Fact: They haven’t thrown to their sponsors very often and so that might happen this episode

- Nevermind now he’s not gonna do it 😭

- IF THEY DONT TELL NORMAL ILL LOSE MY KIND

- The way Scary’s telling Linc to not touch Hermie <3333333333

- No hate to Linc lots of love to Scary though

- TWO DEATH FAILS FROM PUNCHING HIM INT HE JUTS IM CRYING

- OH THANK GOD FOR SCARY

- “Where’s Hermie” I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t

- SCARY BEING SUPER THERE ABOUT HERMIE BECAUSE PF TERRY

- The way I started tearing up when they started to pick up Hemrie 💀

- God this is not boding well for the rest of the episode

- LINC NO WE KNOW YOU DIDNT LIKE EHRMKE THIS ISNT COOL AHHH

- Again no hate to Linc he’s a kid

- “We’ll fix them”

- SLAY NORMAL

- WHOO

- “LEAVE”

- Once mischief twins always mischief twins (let’s Hotwire a car together BROTHERRR)

- ANOTHER NAT ONE

- I’m pretty sure I missed the entire thing with Taylor and the gun 😭 I don’t care enough to rewind

- “Lincoln stares at yet more blood he has created and slowly sinks back down” LINCOLN BABY

- ANOTHER NAT ONE

- Ahhhhhhhhhhh this spellll

- NO THE SOELL DIDNT WORK

- ANKRHER NAT ONE HOLY SJIR

- Henry yayyyyyyyy

- THE SPONSOR

- THAT WAS PERFECT

- THAT WAS SO FUCKING PERFECT

- Sooo code purple happened as they were kids okay okay

- IS THAT FUCKING BARRY

- OR SCAM LIKELY????!!!

- Henry looks surprisingly young thanks to a vegan lifestyle and butthole sunning!!!!

- Henry how I’ve missed you!!!!!!!!!

- BARRY YOU SHOULD BE DESD FUCK YOU

- Mercedes is dead 😞

- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

- HES GOOF MATTER NOOOO

- Very Achilles-Patroclus esc oh god

- This is going to either be Willy or Scam oh boy oh no

- Remember when we thought Normal hiding in his mascot outfit was bad??

- Oh good it’s Scam

- He left Scary oh noooo

- The fucking Goofs Realm nauseates me Jesus

- “I’m here when it’s sad I’m here when it’s fun did someone do something to my son” that was pretty good ngl

- I’m going to sob holy shit

- Scam is actually sad omg

- Bits never die is basically what he said omg

- Holy shit holy shit holy shit scam ong omg omg ong

- GO FUCKING NORMAL PUNCH HIM

- Scam is being all depresso like the other adults holy shit 😭

- “You don’t fucking come near him”

- FUCK YEAH MULTI PRONOUNS DOOOD

- “You feel like home” AHHHH OAKSSSSSSSS

- I’m going to sob

- [will sobbing] “OUR SPONSOR AURA FRAMES!!!”

- Yayyyyy this our episode 61. Hm or maybe when Terry Jr. died

- Half of it is burnt like two face!! Like Hermie!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- “I’m really proud of you kiddo” sobbing sobbing sobbing

- The Shade Witch I love this 😭

- I was sobbing and now I’m laughing

- This is so funny

- This whole scene is hilarious

- The sun is a metaphor for something

- “Just this once… just this once… Chaperal on three”

- I’m sobbing I’m sobbing omg ong omg

- The Shade Witch is my favorite character move aside Paeden (I’m joking I’m joking)

- SCARY IM SOBBING

- Is the rogue card still in action???

- FUCK YOU BARRRRRRY

- The same man twice!!!!!!!

- DO WE GET THE VOICES PLEASE GUVE US GHE VOICES

- Nevermindddddd

- OMG THEYRE LEARNIBG TO SHOOT

- That’s insane

- Did Normal cause Code Purple…?

- What did Normal do!?

- Another fucking cliffhanger 😭

- I genuinely think I’m going to be sick ✌️