#god i feel like a fucking idiot lmao
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yk i probably should have gotten my stomach pumped a few(?) hours ago but i passed out instead and now im making myself chicken nuggets and if that's not a sign that god is playing me like a kazoo then idk what is
#ugh im like#most of the way through ...processing?? the contents of my od and so it def wouldn't do shit to either admit myself or try to diy it right?#idk#anyways the point is that im still nauseous but im also really hungry so that's also making me nauseous? idk this sucks#wow what a revelation overdosing sucks?? who would've guessed#god i feel like a fucking idiot lmao#idk i just need to bitch to ppl that don't know me irk#*irl#anyways my nuggets are done sooo#delete later#it wasn't even that bad of an overdose (fucking obv lmao since im writing this)#crazy that you can just. wake up from one tho that's actually insane#did not fucking expect that#ew
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ugh… saw a pic of [redacted] and got flooded with a sudden strongly-bad feeling which i'm supposed to be too Evolved for in, like, at least three different ways, such that i think it's actually too humiliating to lay out here in detail even if working thru it out loud would probably help me :/
#unfortunately being able to identify all the ways in which a feeling is stupid and Problematic to boot#(parasociality / wanting to have my gender cake and eat it too / misogyny tbh)#does not in fact instantly defang it#fucked up how that works (or rather doesn't)!!#WHY can't you bootstrap yr way into equanimity. scowling petulantly about it#like if i don't even WANT to look like a Pretty Girl (anymore / really / it's complicated)#what tf business have i got being disappointed when it seems like that's what someone else i don't even know might be into#god. idiotic. petty. unacceptable. but unfortunately le cœur‚ &c!#anyway. thx 2 u all 4 audiencing my pained indecipherable mutterings‚ lmao
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its so weird to read some of my old fics (do NOT do it but i'm just being hypothetical rn) and reading it. like who even was this person?? i completely was in a haze back in 2020. i literally was posting 3 chapters a day. A DAY. what in the WORLD was that shit.
anyway i remembered some STUPID sappy shit and i didnt remember if i'd put it into a fic or not BUT I FOUND IT.
She and Hope had been dating in secret for months anyway, and any attempt to go talk to Ryan only filed her disposition of displeasure upon knowing that she couldn’t tell anyone, Molly especially, it destroyed herself mentally. They couldn’t really go anywhere near the school, always having to lie to everyone about having projects together when Molly wasn’t around them.
It’d consisted with 9 PM - 2 AM intervals of being able to actually see each other. Hope would sneak through her small bedroom window with a portable record player and whatever she had gotten from the vintage record store downtown, and Amy would always fall asleep around eleven because of her internal clock.
She would always wake up to find a single sticky note stuck on the edge of her desk whenever she woke up to her alarm the next morning.
One of them, Amy still had tucked inside of her phone case, a heavily detailed human heart, with blue and red ink sketched onto a neon pink sticky note, there was a caption that headed the small paper reading the phrase over every now and again makes her almost melt every time.
“You have my heart.”
yeah idk why the fuck but i thought of this fucking idea again today and i was like "omg did i ever put that heart note thing in a fic???" yeah you fucking did.
all that to say ME AND WHO???? imagine. thats so fucking.... RAHHHH.
#NOT TOH FANFIC#see this is why i write fanfic. to enact some gay ass shit like this.#the fucking STICKY NOTE WITH A DRAWING OF A HUMAN HEART AND SAYING “YOU HAVE MY HEART” I AM ON THE FLOOR.#*sighs* sucks i cant reuse it on lumity though.#my friend making me realize i actually have rizz but am just too much of a disaster to actually understand cues with people#its a MESS. im just all over the place. i literally ranted to THE SAME FRIEND yesterday (or the day before??) abt some girl jesus.#anyway i remember writing A LOT OF POETRY back in hs about this one girl and then the same girl i got to talk to--#--my first actual conversation with her i blurted out that i wanted to shave my head. she was like.... oooooo god i was A MESS#still slid into her school dms during covid and was like “haha guess what i actually mf did???” anyway all that to say underlying dysphoria#they're nonbinary now too and i kinda ghosted them like a complete idiot :(. its been two years or so but i still think of them... a lot...#actually i have more lore about this person and its like istg they actually really liked me but i could not pick it up.#we had such SUCH good chemistry and vibes. n they were really pretty. ughhhhhh.#anyway yeah idk crushes are weird sometimes. the universe knows how unstoppable id be with a partner#i feel like i was the reason they were able to find themself and their identity because when we were talking i always encouraged them#and told them to do what felt right. im glad they did. i think sometimes that brings me peace. like i served a purpose.#STILL showed them toh. STILL SHOWED THEM TOH.#we were talking about amity LMAO “this green haired girl seems interesting” SHE SO WAS.#...yeah i wish i could text them but i kinda probably fucked it up.#shitposting shit#idk what this post is i just wanted to talk about this dumb sticky note thing because im rotating it in my brain and remembering how#mentally ill i was back in 2020#talking into the void yk how it isssss
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very funny how desperate i am for art theory & art history in our course like I don't have a history of not being able to a) read assigned reading and b) unable to write an essay without feeling like im dying.
#beef trimmings#jumping up and down that we're having once a week art theory lectures and discussions#vs. I Barely was able to get my reading done for todays seimnar LMAO#its so interesting and i want to engage with it so badly but its such a fucking nightmare#when im not within that super specific classroom enviroment#feels like im setting my brain on fire. godo god i am not looking forward to the actual essay these lectures are leading up to but uhmmm#yipee im having fun!! : )#I SHOULD HAVE TAKEN ART HISTORY IN MY ALEVEL IM SUCH A CLOWN FOR NOT DOING IT#^ kicking 16 yr old me in the ass like you dont even know what youre talking baout. art history isnt boring you loser#good god#/sigh#like why the fuck did i pick religious studies over art history?? huh?? fucking idiot
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hard to believe but i really really really miss megatron right now ☠️
#dont tell megatron we had this conversation#maybe i shouldnt have listen to charlies songs now im missing my ships#uhguhghghuhH JUST WANT MY BOYS BACK#is he missing me is he thinking of me. i hate feeling so numb to my ships#u know its a fuckin problem when i miss. megatron. of all ppl#as much as i hate/love him i rly loved thinking abt hating him. yknow.#i miss that so much i miss daydreaming abt fics where i'd get on his nerves#and i miss making comics and animatics w/ him............#delete later#ofc i miss stsc every day but fuck im rly missing that stupid idiot warlord trashcan rn#i dont think he'd hurt me thank god im at that point at least today in this moment#but i feel like he... still wouldnt love me bc my abuser hurt me so bad#i dont want to think he'd do those things to me just bc she did#but christ its so hard to unlearn what youve been taught for 8 months#i know i cant heal overnight but man i wish i could#how did that cute anon phrase it? speedrun the healing process while also being cautious? lmao#anon if youre out there i think about that everyday. speedrunning my healing#bro i WISH#ive made huge progress since january but cmon CMON its may. nearly june. can i just be Fine Now Please
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I fell down
#actually i fell out of my chair#but fuck i feel like such an idiot lmao#landed on my knee cause i had my leg up on my chair#so now my whole left leg and my back hurts#need eddie to kiss it better and rub my back and wipe away my tears#god im such a baby lmao#now im gonna be sore#because i dont have enough back problems as it is
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not been a good day today fellas
#i miss my ex i have no irl friends that i hang out with anymore because of that#cant believe i used to be happy!! lol!!!#thee suicidal thoughts have come back#lost the good old self harm battle 14 days into 2024#i want to die!!! lol!!!! lmao!!!!!!!!#vent#get me out of here fr this shit fucking sucks#i don’t want to work at this job i have no friends i have no prospects#im scared of driving even tho i just got my permit again a couple days ago#i feel like im never going to do anything productive with my life#i hate the way i look i hate this fucking body i was born into#i hate god etc etc#i cant ever have confidence in a relationship again because im afraid they’re not really attracted to me#and they’re doing it for a joke or something#surely there’s a word for that#idk! i feel like i will never fit in with anybody because of the way i am#(homeschooled autistic idiot raised jehovah’s witness)#not to mention the fact that im queer#god!! i fucking hate everything right now myself most of all#im so sick of this i wish i had a different life#why couldn’t i have been born a skinny dude.#maybe then i’d want to kill myself slightly less#also pls don’t comment on this im going to bed#ill be fine eventually i dont have an actual way to do anything
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fandom wars, especially about streaming, are so fucking dumb. i’m begging all the weirdos that do that to find a hobby that doesn’t revolve around having a superiority complex over what video has more views
#like sure you whatever makes you happy but this ????#and then insulting a bunch of people because they like a group??#thinking that you're sooooo cool because you insult some fans???#all good babes?#i've always wondered what the hell goes on with people that do that kind of sutff#stuff*#because it's honestly so fucking stupid LMAO#like the obsession of constantly having to shit on other groups to feel better#what is wrong with you if you do that#let people enjoy shit and if they're the ones talking shit well. that's their problem tbh#anyways all of this because i saw an idiot carat talking shit about the dreamies#like good god focus on the svteenies if you're gonna be wasting your energy like that#also their name was stream hot or d!e. guess i'll die then LMAO#fuck streaming culture!!!! fuck it!!!!#b.txt
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genuinely very :( because i looked at the doesthedogdie page for the sandman and here we are yet again w the excessive gore !!!! i am so fsjdfjkl tired of it!!! i cannot watch it now bc wowzas there is. a lot of shit in there. RIP me and my sensitive little snowflake soul i guess :/
#rly frustrated w myself that i can't watch any mainstream shit these days bc everything has just disgusting amounts of gore#i can do violence and blood and even the occasional internal organ#but GOD. so much of this stuff is incredibly realistic (which is cool i guess! but why!!) and its just. Overkill honestly#im just fhsdhghsgjkl why cant i be normal and desensitized to all of it#why do i have to be such a fucking wimp about it#also i can't even do much for blood these days bc my brain will see it and start fixating on relapsing in SH lmao#genuinely feel like such a fucking wuss and like i just should not be allowed to live bc i'm such a fucking idiot abt things jdsfjkl#anyways. lowkey upset bc it looks like such a cool concept and plotline but of COURSE i cannot handle shit in it#because EVERY cool show these days has to have excessive gore and suicide/SH implications/references#fucking tired of it. make better shows honestly fjsfjkl#but then also maybe im being a prude so idk#i feel like a wuss and i also feel like maybe im right but also maybe im just being a prude and killing art by criticizing this#so. who the fuck knows. im tired and i cannot have a single thought anymore without picking it apart into little pieces#self harm mention#suicide mention#ALSO HI LOL DID YOU MISS ME VENTING ON HERE :))))) IM SO SORRY THAT IM BACK i'll try to stay quiet more though lol
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So the last week at work I've made a few costly errors due to constantly being rushed to do something else, but today, my CEO entrusted me with like, the fanciest credit card Ive ever seen (it was metal, but black colored, and I just imagined the credit limit for it being in the six figures) and I was supposed to mail it to a client, but my dumb ass tried to cut a tag off of the bag my owner put it in with my pen knife and. I sliced into the actual fucking strip of the card, noticeably. And its all I can think about now, because I left the boss a message trying to explain that, but there is no way I can say what happened out loud without feeling really, really bad. Like. Is this one mistake lately too much? Is this too costly? That card is definitely slashed, and it has to make it's way to this dude, and?
Im just still kicking myself and have been all day because at what point do mistakes add up to like... I should be smarter than this? Why did I try to push down a blade into a thin fucking bag to. I dont know. Ugh. I just cant help asking myself am I meant to not be at this job and should be looking elsewhere or is this a sign that I really am just not capable of performing tasks?
#I mean like#Bryan#Buddy#Why did you use your fucking knife on the bag#What stupid redneck solution was that#You cannot explain this to the CEO in person without sounding like a fucking hick#God why am I so fucking STUPID#I used to be smarter in school?#I used to feel like I was capable?#Have I lost critical thinking skills or my brain cells atrophied#What is WRONG with me?#I have a pit in my stomach thinking about it too#lol. lmao even#How many mistakes is too much Bryan?#Sigh#You idiot#Long tags are long#Long post nobody read
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thinking about captain john price being built like this
oh… (18+, gn!reader)
in my humblest of opinions, the ‘strong dad bod’ is one of the sexiest fucking builds a man can have and i can’t stop thinking about them
especially if price had one *screams into my pillow like an idiot*
can you imagine how obsessed he’d be with draping his body over yours ?? like if you’re at the kitchen counter, or standing on your toes to reach something on a high shelf, price would be smushing himself right up against your back
big arms wrapping around your torso, large hands splayed over the softness of your belly, the warm mounds of his pectorals and stomach pressed firmly against your back
he’d tuck his head against your shoulder and kiss your neck and the side of your face, pushing more of his weight onto you
such a good hugger, so warm and cozy and safe <3 would also be used as a human weighted blanket and i’d hope to god he’d trap me beneath him oh my god
imagine running your hands up and down the smooth, fatty ridges of muscle that took up most of his abdomen and arms. the hair too !! ugh i’d just pet him for hours like a little cat lol
*sarah paulson voice* THE HORNY IS ESCAPING !!!
thinking about the feel of this kind of body draped over your back as he fucked you hard into the mattress, both of his hands on your hips and keeping you pinned so that he could rut into you like a man starved
mmm or his large hands wrapped around your legs and keeping them bent up towards your head while he drills into you, his own soft tummy rubbing against yours
price with a muscly dad bod like this would make you put your legs over his wide shoulders while he’s eating you out, one hand on the pudge of your lower stomach and the other squeezing the flesh of your arse
god his cock would be so fucking thick like don’t even get me started 😭
he’d stretch you open so well too, make you come almost one too many times before he’s easing himself into you and stretching you open with a moan of your name
or or you’d ride him and constantly running your hands and/or nails up and down the soft dips of his body, moaning as his cock hit so deep and almost made you come within mere seconds of sinking down onto his cock lmao
i’m so horny for price and this type of body oh my god i just can’t
#captainfern#captain john price#captain john price smut#price smut#call of duty#call of duty smut#going insane oh my fucking god
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Juicy
Eddie Munson x big boob fem!reader
summary: the heat causes you to let the girls hang free and it causes Eddie to be a flustered mess
warnings: she/her pronouns used, reader has breasts and wears feminine clothing. skin color/ethnicity is not mentioned! Eddie being a flustered cutie. idiots in love :) mentions of high school jocks being gross. 18+ MINORS DNI. smut: heavy making out, grinding, titty sucking, premature ejaculation. mentions of titty fucking and cumming on tits. shitty writing and not proofread.
a/n: hello my honey buns!! i wanted to get something out while i work on some of my current wips. i got inspired to write this bc i have a tig bitties and every time i wear a bra i feel like i'm dying and i'm too insecure to not wear one lmao. also, i just wanted to say that all different shapes and sizes of bitties are beautiful!!! also please be kind! smut is not my strong suit.
The late August heat made living in Hawkins unbearable. That might be an over exaggeration since you've never traveled anywhere outside of your town, but it still felt like the underside of satan's ballsack.
You regret agreeing to hangout with Eddie the minute you saw the afternoon weather forecast and regret it even more when you got into the metalhead's van. With no working a/c in the vehicle, there was no choice but to have the window's down to get some sort of circulation.
It wouldn't be so bad if there was a breeze but the air was dry, burning your lungs with every single intake of oxygen. You could feel the sweat rolling down your spine, making the thin cotton tank top you had on stick to your skin.
The cotton shorts you had on didn't quell any heat that you were feeling, only making your thighs stick together uncomfortably. Eddie being the angel he was, had already stopped at the gas station, picking up whatever snack he thought you might want, including a cherry icee that was already melted.
The sweat the beaded at your hairline, falling down your face like raindrops, matched the sweat on your cardboard cup. Syrupy sweetness coated your tongue as you drank it, coolness going down your throat to extinguish the flames within your body.
You needed to get out his car as soon as possible and into some air conditioning. Eddie on the other hand looked as cool as a cucumber. His cut band tshirt blowing through the warm air, black jeans tight on his lower body, and his brown curls in a low bun.
You almost wanted to hate him for being so calm, never showing any discomfort when it got hot like this. God, you hated the way he looked so relaxed, puffing on his cigarette and driving with one wrist on the steering wheel. The sun shining off of his ringed fingers, the band squeezing at his tiny waist, the black ink on his alabaster skin dancing with every move he took- he was so beautiful and it was making your temperature rise even higher.
When he pulled up to his trailer, you were up and out of the van before he could even pull the keys out of ignition. To your dismay, he was taking his sweet time getting out of the car, making you wait in the blaze of the sun. If you didn't know any better, you'd think the cheeky asshole was doing it on purpose. As he rounds the car, a plastic bag dangling from his wrist, a playful smirk paints his lips.
He's definitely doing it on purpose. Asshole.
"Where's the fire, Cherry?" he jests playfully at you, making you scowl even more.
"It's going to be in your hair if you don't hurry the hell up." You yell back at him. A small laugh leaves his pretty lips, shaking his head as he pulls out his key to unlock the door.
"I'll open the door faster if you say please." You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. Playing up the part even more, Eddie takes his time putting the key into the door.
"Oh please Eddie, would you be so kind and unlock the door?" You smile sarcastically up at him. He mimics you, straight white teeth flashing brightly in your eyes.
"Now was that so hard?" Scoffing at him, you push right past his body and enter the trailer.
The small a/c unit the sits in the window works overtime, buzzing and rattling loudly, to cool down the small trailer. It feels like heaven when you walk in, the immediate temperature drop makes goosebumps rise on your skin.
Plopping down on the well loved couch, you sprawl your limbs out trying to cool every inch of your skin. Placing the bag of treats on the table, Eddie makes his way into the kitchen to retrieve a beer from the fridge.
"Is Wayne off today?" The absence of the older man only coming to your attention.
"Yeah, he went to Darla's house." Eddie mutters his response as he works the cap of the beer bottle off.
Darla was Wayne's new girlfriend he had been seeing the past couple months. You had fallen victim to many of Eddie's rants about his uncle coming home late and never calling letting his nephew know he was safe.
Humming a response, you turn your attention to the television that's currently playing reruns of The Golden Girls.
Now that you've been in the cool air for not even five minutes, the creeping heat comes back into your body. The culprit being your chest, heat radiating in the cups of your bra. It was uncomfortable already with the weight on your back and shoulders, not to mention the sweat that collected in the fabric.
Jumping up abruptly from your slouched position, you work your hands around your back preparing to take off the article of clothing. . Before you it off, you remember that you're not in your own home and that it might make Eddie uncomfortable.
As he walks in from the kitchen, sipping on his chilled beer, he catches your stare. Raising a brow and removing the bottle from his mouth, he turns to you.
"You okay over there?" He questions you, eyeing your posture and how you look like you've been caught in the act of something you shouldn't be doing.
"I need to take my bra off but I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."
Oh boy is he caught of guard, choking on his spit loudly. His cheeks are tinted a deep red, eyes wide and bulging from his face. Of course he didn't care, you guys were friends and he always wanted you comfortable. The only problem was that you would be braless, sitting next to him.
It's not like you haven't before, any time you wore big baggy shirts he knew you didn't have a bra on, but the extra material of your shirt blocked the visuals of your loose breasts.
When you cock an eyebrow at him, he shakes his head, brown curls bouncing with the movement.
"Y-yeah sure. Ya know what we Munson's say, this land is your land, or whatever." He chuckles nervously eyeing you from where he stands across from you.
Letting out a roaring laugh, you reach your hands under the hem of your shirt, undoing the hook.
"I'm pretty sure Woody Guthrie said that, Eds." Forcing out a small laugh, he watches as you pull the straps down your arms and then pulling the material out from under your white tank top.
Yeah he's going to die right here in the middle of his living room. When you finally pull it from your sticky skin and discard it somewhere on the floor, your nipples pebble up from the cold air. You lean your head back and release a sigh of satisfaction.
You don't see how Eddie's drinking you in right now, how he's staring at the way your nipples are visible through the wet cotton of your shirt, or how he can see the fullness of your chest.
It was no secret that you had a bigger bust than most of the girls in town, earning the nickname of Cherry from all the jocks at school, which you took pride in and eventually took ownership of.
Unlike the jocks, Eddie never made any comments about your bust. Not that he didn't think of them when he was beating off in his room every night, but he never commented on them to you which you appreciated. To him you were just you, double d's or not.
While you were in pure bliss, Eddie was living a nightmare come true. The girl he's had a crush on since middle school is braless in his home, right in front of him. He didn't know how he was going to sit next to you now with the way blood was rushing to his cock, the stiff material of his jeans didn't help his discomfort.
"So, what are we watching today?" Cracking your eyes open to look at your best friend, you could still see him standing in the same spot, staring right at your chest.
Oh. OH. He was staring at your chest. You could have so much fun with this, give him a little taste of his own medicine for his little stunt earlier, making you wait longer in the heat.
"Eds?" Your tone was sinfully sweet. Placing your arms on either side of you, you used your forearms to push your boobs together as best as you can.
"Huh? O-oh yeah. Um, we ugh, we could watch Nightmare on Elm Street." He was tripping on his tongue every other word.
Quickly moving from his spot, he knelt down in front of the television to pop in the horror movie. The boy who was so unbothered by record breaking heat, was now a sweaty, heavy breathing mess because of you.
After starting the movie, he slowly retreats to the couch but as far away from you as humanly possible. Maybe it wasn't that he was hot and bothered by you, maybe he was just uncomfortable with your state of dress.
For the first twenty minutes of the film that's all you could think, trying to figure out what you could do to make the situation better. Without thinking, you take a lollipop out of the bag of goodies he bought, popping it right into your mouth.
You took your time, swirling your tongue around the red candy, hallowing your cheeks every so often. You weren't really paying attention to what you were doing, staring straight ahead at the glowing screen. Eddie was paying attention though, growing unimaginably harder than before.
The movement of Eddie taking the pillow from behind his back and placing it right on his crotch, brings your attention the boy next to you. He wasn't as smooth as he thought, the placement of the pillow gave it away right away. His sweat soaked bangs, bouncing leg, and red cheeks definitely gave it away.
Removing the lollipop from your mouth, you place it down on the discarded wrapper laying on the table. Turning to him, your knees criss cross, you say his name softly.
His head turns with speed when you call him, chocolate brown eyes replaced with the darkness of his pupils.
"Are you okay? You don't seem, well you seem bothered. If it's me not wearing a bra, Eddie I can put it back on." You sputter out, worry rising in your stomach at the thought of making him feel awkward with your braless tits.
Releasing a loud sigh, he runs a hand down his face. "Cherry, I'm not bothered by you not wearing a bra. Well, okay, I am but I'm not uncomfortable."
He's staring right at you, almost like he's waiting for you to catch on but you don't. Eyebrows furrowed, you try to understand what he had just said to you. Before you can ask, he reiterates himself.
"Baby, I'm not bothered because you don't have a bra on. I'm very much the opposite and because I'm a gentleman, I'm trying to make myself calm down the best I can. It's just hard to do that when you're deep throating a sucker right next to me." The last part comes out as a joke, dimpled smile to prove it.
So you were right, he was hot and bothered by you. Just like he made you wait for him, you made him wait even longer to rid himself of his discomfort happening in his pants.
"Well Eds, you know if you wanted to see them all you had to say was please." You tease and he groans loudly, throwing his head back.
"Please, Cherry." He begs and you give in, lying back on the old couch. Beckoning him over to you, you spread your legs to give him room. Like a panther, he pounces on you, smacking his lips to yours.
Its heavy and animalistic the way your tongues attack each other. The lingering taste of beer mixes with the cherry from your candy. When you push your hips up to get some friction on your aching heat, he whimpers in your mouth.
He takes your motions as permission to grind into you, the pressure making both of you moan in unison. Pulling away from your mouth so you two can breathe, he moves to his next target.
The warmth of lips meet the chilled skin of your neck, he kisses all around the precious skin to find that sweet spot. When a wanton moan falls from your red stained lips, he thinks he's hit the jackpot. Sucking and kissing the spot under your ear, you're sure there will be a blotch of purple there.
You hiss out when he runs his teeth along the spot, jerking your hips up in excitement. Moving his face so that he's looking at you, you can see the spit that coat his red swollen lips, the lust the pool in his eyes. He's so pretty like this, so fucking pretty and he's all yours in this moment.
"Can I see your pretty tits, Cherry?" He asks so sweetly, like he didn't just sinfully makeout with you. Nodding in approval, he shakes his head at you.
"I need words, princess." He waits for you, who is currently looking up at him like he's hung the stars and moon. You look so fucked out and so disheveled. He's always known he was going to marry you but when he looks at you he has no doubt that he's going to marry you.
"Please, Eds."
That's all he needs to hear before he's pulling the front of your shirt down, revealing your chest to him. He stays there for a minute, looking unbashful at your tits, like they were the eight wonder of the world.
His unwavering gaze starts to make you insecure, worrying that maybe they weren't as nice as he thought they would be. They were heavy and slightly sagged due to the weight, you had stretch marks that decorated the skin like a zebra.
Pulling your arms up to cover yourself, he grips your wrists and pulls them down. Moving his gaze back up to you, his eyes are much softer.
"Don't hide, please don't hide. Not when I've waited so long to see these." A tingling sensation fills your face, making you smile giddily up at him. When you nod at him, he goes in face first into your chest.
"Fuck, I've dreamt of this for so long." You want to respond but you can't when his mouth is placing pecks to the delicate skin of your breast.
Resuming his motions from before, his hips roll right into yours like a wave crashing on the shore. He's everywhere, filling all your senses. Eddie.Eddie.Eddie. That's all that's in your mind, especially when he places your pebbled nipple in his mouth.
"Fuck, Eddie." You hiss out, reaching your hand to the nape of his neck, placing a gentle pressure to keep him there. His switches between swirling his tongue around the numb and sucking on it.
His other hand snakes up to your abandoned breast, groping the fat of it before his fingers pinch the nipple. It's sinful the way it feels, his hard cock hitting right where you need him, the warm of his mouth, and the moans that you release.
Eddie groans, causing your skin to vibrate. Removing himself from your abused breast, he moves to the other one, finally giving it the same attention as the other.
"Fuck, you're so hot." He groans out, eyes closed in ecstasy, high off the scent and taste of you. His movements start getting faster causing him to moan even louder.
Moving away from your chest, he looks down at you, the way your tits bounce with every roll of your hips. He looks at the mark he made on your neck, and how your skin shines with his saliva and your sweat. Your pupils are blown wide, lips puffy and shiny. Then he moves his eyes back to your tits, imagining what it would feel like to run his dick on your sternum, how pretty they would look coated in his pearly white cum, and how hot it would be to titty fuck you.
Every possible scenario plays out in his head when he looks at you and it's too much. With one finally grunt, pulled deep from his stomach, he hangs stops all his motions, collapsing onto of you.
Dazed and slightly confused, you let him catch his breathe. When he brings his face out from the crook of your neck, he has a boyish smile pulled on his cheeks.
"Ed, did you just-"
"Cum in my pants like a teenager? Absofuckinglutely, but if give me about five minutes I'll give you everything you want." You reach your hand up to his face, pushing some of the loose hair that fell from his ponytail, behind his hair.
"If you say please, pretty boy."
He didn't need five minutes, instantly getting hard from the sultry tone of your voice.
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#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson angst#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson fic#eddie munson x fem!reader
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Btw replaying my source and I’m still a gay person in case you all forgot
#crow thoughts#literally every man in and around the Phantom Thieves is someone I have felt feelings for lmao#except it’s Fucking Weird to play it now because I’m twenty fucking four#and I still remember the feelings I had at the time for these people who were my age#the fact that they aren’t?? is like#the fuck??? why haven’t you all followed along?? for what reason are you idiots not aging too#anyways I try to think about it as like remembering my younger self’s feelings or idk something like that because I don’t want it to be#weird or whatever.#God we need persona 6 to come out and have cameos for everyone so they can all be my age again like what the fuck lol
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a/n. short continuation of sober
"wh—what?"
bakugou shakes his head, eyes droopy. "i said, i want to kiss you."
your throat is now dry. "you must be joking."
"am not," he drawls. "i'm fuckin' sober."
at that, you let out an involuntary snort. "sure, big guy."
he frowns, pouting. "you don't believe me?"
your stomach flips at his challenge. you've spent all this time trying to suppress your feelings for him, and now he's making it all the more difficult?
when you don't answer, he simply asks another question.
"why did you resign? was there something i did or said that chased you away?"
"just personal reasons," you offer.
"like what?"
you shake your head, "i'm not obliged to give a detailed account of my reasoning to you. HR's the one in charge of that information."
"really?" he questions, voice small. "if i begged you to tell me, would you?"
"you? begging?" you cackle. if there's anything bakugou katsuki would most definitely not do, it's begging, let alone begging you—a mere sidekick.
"i would do it you know," he says like he's thought about it before and is now 100% sure of it. "i just need to know why you quit."
you're not about to tell him it's because you have a big, fat, embarrassing crush on him, so you lie through your teeth. "i'm planning to start my own agency with some pro hero friends."
almost instantly, bakugou deflates in his seat.
"oh."
"not that i hate my current job or anything," you quickly add before scrambling to conjure more lies. "it's just that—"
"do you hate me?" he asks out of the blue, you almost choke in surprise.
"no!" you exclaim, and you do so fervently because you don't. in fact, you have to leave because how you feel about bakugou is veering dangerously close to like.
he lets out a sigh of relief upon hearing your response. "good. i was...worried."
before you could even stop yourself, you ask: "why?"
at that, he shrugs, somewhat refusing to meet your gaze. "i think i like you, whatever the fuck that means."
your heart leaps to your throat. you scramble for an acceptable response.
"i liked having you as my boss, too, bakugou."
a pause.
"hah?"
your eyebrows furrow. "what?"
"i don't mean it that way, idiot." he shakes his head before heaving a sigh in exasperation. "i like like you. don't you get it?"
oh, god.
this can't be happening.
"...i don't think i do."
at that, he sighs again, visibly frustrated at your lack of understanding. "dumbass."
"hey!"
he shakes his head. "i've been dropping hints left and right. i can't believe you missed all of them."
if what he's saying is true, and with the knowledge you have of bakugou, those hints sure as hell weren't obvious. all he did was tease you, call you a plethora of nicknames including your actual one, refuse to have any other sidekick aside from you, and search for you in his drunken haze.
oh.
"fuck."
he snorts. "i agree."
you stand there in shock for what feels like an hour before regaining your capacity for speech.
"how am i supposed to know this isn't just some alcohol-fueled ruse?"
"confront me tomorrow," he says easily. "i'll have a hard time denying it."
literally just whipped this up in 30 minutes. i hope it wasn't too bad lmao
as always, reblogs and comments are much appreciated <3
#bakugou x reader#bakugou x y/n#bakugou imagine#bakugou fluff#bakugou x you#bnha imagine#bnha scenarios#mha imagines#bnha imagines#bkg
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