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Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 3.8k words Kink: Masturbation Warnings: NSFW, mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob, swearing, praise kink... A/N: I know I'm super late on updating, but I managed to finish this last night. I'm working as hard as I can to get your content nice and ready! Thank you for your patience, and I hope you enjoy. Thank you!

"Eddie!"

He walked toward the back of his home, down the narrow hallway where his bedroom lay at the end to the left. As he ran a hand through his unruly hair, he raised a brow and leaned in the door frame.

"What?" he wondered, peering over at you standing with your back to him. You'd just come in here to grab one of his jackets after remarking that you were cold, despite the fact that there were plenty of blankets in the living room.

He hadn't expected what came next.

You turned around, a large, amused grin on your face as you held a magazine by the very tip of the corner between your fingers and turned toward him. "Is this really the stuff you look at?" you asked as you let him get a good look.

Eddie's brown eyes went wide as saucers as he recognized his Playboy magazine, the object heavily abused as its crinkly pages, some crudely glued together, opened up to show the images inside.

He snatched the magazine from your hand with a ferocity that had you flinching, amused by the whole situation as his face turned a bright red.

"You horny bastard!" you exclaimed in a fit of laughter.

"Why do you even have this?" he asked, stuffing it in the first drawer he can get his hands on and shoving it closed. He let his head fall onto the wood with a hard thump, the embarrassment sinking into his shoulders. You'd only been dating a month and a half, and this was not what he was expecting to happen so soon.

You giggled a little bit, wiping at your eyes. "I swear I wasn't snooping," you said quickly. "I just picked up your jacket off the bed and this was under it."

He groaned. "Did you… did you look through it?"

It was your turn to get a little shy, still trying to maintain the humor so as not to embarrass him too much as you sat down at the edge of his bed. "I mean… I tried but it was a little hard to, seeing as the pages were a little…messy."

A loud groan left him then, and you laughed a little more sympathetically. You walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder to ease his nerves as you rested your head there. "Baby, it's okay. It's not embarrassing or anything. You don't have to be so shy."

"This is not how I expected today to go," he mumbled, accepting your olive branch with a timid arm around your waist to pull you in closer. He never lifted his head to let you see his face, but he did transfer himself from his drawer to you as he rested his forehead against your chest and let you hold him as he hid himself away. You chuckled lightly and rubbed his back.

After a long stretch of silence, you became timid as you spoke again. "I…I noticed some of the pages were…freshly crafted." For lack of a better word. He groaned again. You hid your face in his hair.

"I'm sorry you saw that. That's embarrassing," he said, his voice muffled by your chest.

You shook your head. "It's not embarrassing. It's not like it isn't normal. I mean…" you try to ignore the heat in your face as you continue, "it's not like I don't do it myself."

He lifted his head a little, and you turned your face away. His lips pulled in a tiny grin. "Say that again?"

You rolled your eyes. "Well, obviously, I don't jizz all over magazines so much that I can't even open them."

"Gross," he said firmly.

"You're gross. You're the one that did it."

"Ugh!"

He pulled away from you, and you felt cold, but you just laughed to yourself and circled back to his bed. He watched you fall to your knees and lift the covers to look underneath it. "Is the sock thing true?" you asked, searching for the socks in question.

He rolled his eyes and tried not to feel so gross. "Why?"

"I'm just curious. One of my friends brought it up but…I dunno, now I'm curious." You shrugged, looking again until he forced the covers down to block your view. You looked up at him, wide eyes taunting but also very amused and curious.

After a while, he just sighed. "Yes. The sock thing is true."

Your eyes widened even more somehow, and you dropped your jaw. "Really? Why?"

He walked away and plopped down onto his bed, watching you scramble to join him as you sat at the other end, finally pulling his jacket on as you did. "It's a texture thing."

You snorted, and he raised a brow. "Is the pillow thing true?"

You felt hot in the face as you stared at him. You cleared your throat. "Uhm… Yeah, I guess."

He briefly imagined you sitting atop your bed with a pillow shoved between your legs, desperately riding it with a face contorted in pleasure. Fuck, now he needed a pillow to cover his new erection. He was a fucking pervert.

He was next to clear his throat. "You guess?"

You shrugged, both of you feeling very warm but trying not to show it too much. Sure, you had talked briefly about intimate things before, but your relationship was relatively new and you had never actually done anything yet. You couldn't help imagining him putting his hands on you and taking you.

"I…I don't personally do that one a lot," you mumbled.

"No?" he asked, genuinely curious. "Why's that?"

You shrugged again. "I don't know."

"You're not a horndog like me?" he half-joked, laughing lightly and shifting (hopefully subtly) to try and cover his crotch.

You laughed back at him. "No, I think I am, especially–"

You cut yourself off quickly, close your mouth and bowing your head. He raised an intrigued brow. "Especially…what?"

You cleared your throat, fiddling with your fingers as you started down at them to avoid looking at him. "Especially…when I think about you?" You rephrased, too upset with how much of a question it sounded. "You make me very…excited."

He smiled, grazing your hand. "Well…you almost make me very excited."

You hid your face away, trying not to show how much he affected you as you poorly pretended not to smile.

A silence befell you before his voice was filling the silence with timid conversation. "If you don't mind me asking…how do you do it?"

You looked up at him through your lashes, your lips parting as you held your breath for a moment. "How do I…do it?"

"Yeah," he muttered gently. He quickly added on as reassurance, "You don't have to answer, of fucking course. I was just wondering–"

"No, it's okay…" You had cleared your throat one too many times by this point but you just sighed anyway. You didn't look him in the eyes as you said it, you couldn't. "Well, I…my hand is easiest, I think. I don't have a ton of options though."

He shrugged. "Me, too," he admitted in a sigh. He scratched the back of his neck, hoping you didn't see the very obvious red tint on his cheeks. "I mean, clearly I have more options. But, like…s'the easiest way to do it."

You nodded gently. "So…have you…" You've come this far. Just ask the question. "Have you ever done it with anyone else?"

He raised his brows, glancing around a little. "What, like…sex? Or jerking off?" You nodded. "I've had sex once or twice, but I've never…jerked off in front of somebody."

Again, you nodded thoughtfully.

"Have you? Ever had sex or something?"

You shrugged. "I mean, I've blown a guy before but that's really…it for me."

"So you're a virgin?"

"In the way that counts," you said, a little quieter that time. Eddie could see how you shrunk a little, playing with your hair to avoid having to look at him.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, if you are. I promise. I mean, my two times weren't even that great, if I'm being honest."

You smiled, reassured. Your eyes glanced down to the pillow in his lap, and you contained your giggle for his sake. "Are you hard right now?"

His eyes widened a little, and he shifted. "No." You raised a brow. "Maybe." You bit your lip absently. "Okay, yes. But can you really blame me?"

You chuckled lightly, reaching a hand out to take his, playing with his rings for a moment out of nerves. "You can totally say no, but can I…" you took a breath in, "Can you show me how you do it?"

There was no way you couldn't see his dick poking out of the pillow, Eddie was sure of it. "You," he cleared his throat when his voice cracked. "You want to see me do it?"

You squeezed his hand gently, speaking quickly. "Not if you don't want to. God, I swear I don't–"

"Baby, calm down," he smiled. "You don't gotta freak out on me." He watched you visibly calm, holding his hand in your lap to keep yourself calm as he smiled sweetly at you. His other hand found your lap as well, this one rubbing your thigh gently.

"If you really wanna see it, I'll show you, but I've never done this kinda thing before so…just bear with me."

You nodded gently. "Okay."

Slowly, he let go of your hand and ignored the pounding of his heart. Patting your thigh, he took a breath for courage and moved the pillow off his lap. You flushed at the sight of the bulge in his sweatpants, very obvious and very there.

You felt very warm, and it might have been the jacket, but the heat between your legs suggested otherwise.

You watched him dip his hand under the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth and biting down on it. He pulled himself out of his pants, and you sighed.

He was big, long with quite a bit of girth. The tip was flushed red, hard and already leaking precum. You stared at him, unable to look away as you watched him stroke his fingers along the underside of it.

"You okay?" You looked up and met his eyes, flushing a little more when you realized you were gaping at his cock.

You cleared your throat and nodded. "Yes. Yeah, I'm okay. It's just…big."

He chuckled lightly. "Not as big as my ego now." You rolled your eyes.

You watched as he slowly, timidly stroked himself, using his fingers to trace the vein and squeezing his palm around his tip. A muffled grunt slipped from his lips, a tiny "fuck" following after.

You rubbed your palms against your thighs, sighing heavily as you watched. You were so worked up now, it was hard to refrain. "Can I…" you licked your lip. "Can I touch myself?"

He cursed under his breath again, the idea of you asking him to touch your own body went straight to his cock and he felt it throb in his hand.

"Yeah, sweetheart," he sighed. "You can touch yourself."

You licked your lips again, undoing the button and zipper of your shorts and moving slowly to slip them all the way off your legs. He swore he was going to lose his mind as he laid eyes on your panties, decorated with a small bow on the front.

You bit your lip, your gaze glued to his cock in his hand as you dipped your own into your panties, your breath hitching when you found contact with your clit between your closed legs. You sighed, letting your legs fall open a little more as you allowed your nerves to ease.

Eddie breathed a tiny groan. "Can I touch you, sweetheart?"

You nodded, your lashes fluttering as you did so. He reached a hand out and placed it on your knee. With a gentle touch, he spread your legs wider to get a better view of your fingers massaging your clit beneath the cloth.

He cursed again, stopping what he was doing to pull his sweatpants off, leaving his legs completely bare as he showed himself off to you. His legs were spread, framing either side of your body to reveal the barbed wire tattoo wrapping twice around his thigh and his hard cock and heavy balls on full display. He was well trimmed, a stark contrast to his wild head of hair as messy as ever.

You watched him lean toward his bedside table, spreading a pump of lotion in his palm and stroking his cock as a deep groan erupted from his throat. He pumped his cock, starting off a little slower before letting his pace quicken again as he watched you.

You followed his lead, sliding your panties down your legs. "Oh, fuck," he breathed when he watched you thrust your fingers inside of you. Your cunt spread around them and let you push them deep. You were so wet, a tiny squelch came from you as you pulled them out and pushed them back in.

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby,” he sighed. He noticed your legs closing a little, your knees drawing together as you shied away a bit. Eddie’s hand landed gently on your knee, shaking his head a little as he tutted. “No, no. Don’t hide from me, sweetheart, I want to see you.”

You let them fall open again, sighing as you brushed your thumb over your clit. You whispered his name. You didn’t know what else to say after, his name was just so sweet on your lips, like candy.

“‘M right here, baby,” he hummed. “You look so good touchin’ yourself in my jacket.” You moaned again and his smile widened. “Yeah, you like that? You like when I compliment you? You like it when I tell you how beautiful you are, that you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen?”

You nodded quickly, reaching out to grab his free hand as your eyes fluttered around the pleasure. He held onto yours and smiled. You watched him continue to stroke his cock, slick with lotion and precum. You licked your lips, “Can I…Can I do it?”

“Do what?” he asked. “You wanna touch my cock, pretty girl?” You nodded, humming as you did. His lashes fluttered a little and he nodded. “Yeah, you can touch me. Whatever you want.”

You huffed a sigh, pulling your hands out of you with a small squelching sound as you reached out to take his cock in your hand. His head fell back and his hips jerked when you touched him, your fingers, slick with your arousal, wrapping around him and slowly stroking the length of him.

You pumped your hand up and down, starting a steady rhythm from base to tip as you watched a little more precum seep from his tip and onto your thumb. “Fuck, Eddie,” you moaned, watching him react to your touch like he was being blessed by an angel. You looked up at him, “Will you touch me?”

He cursed under his breath again. “Yeah, I’ll touch you, sweetheart.” His hand found you, sliding between your folds and moaning when he felt how wet you were. He massaged his finger along your slick cunt before pushing his middle finger slowly inside of you. Your mouth fell open, making your moan quite loud.

He moved slowly at first, easing you into it to coax you closer toward your pleasure. You kept stroking him, your pussy squeezing around his finger and fluttering when you felt his cold ring press up against you.

After a long moment, Eddie added another finger as he pressed his ring finger inside of you. You clenched around him even more, your body shuttering at the feeling of it. “You like that?” he asked. “Fuck, you’re squeezin’ my fingers so tight.”

“Shit,” you cursed. “Curl your f-fingers.” You raised your hand a little to show him, making a small scooping motion with your fingers to demonstrate. He copied you and your mouth fell open as he did, closing your eyes shut as the pleasure blossomed through your body, threatening to make your legs shake with it. “Mm—yes. Right there.”

Eddie’s free hand stroked the length of your leg at his side, coming up to your knee and then down your thigh before doing it again. He watched adoringly as you reacted to him, pleasuring you just how you liked it. Your hand pumped his cock up and down, massaging his tip with your thumb just to feel the precum smearing over your fingers.

He groaned. “Squeeze, baby.” He felt your cunt squeeze around his fingers, pulling another moan from you as you did. He smiled wide, chuckling lightly as he corrected himself. “Your hand. Squeeze your hand, baby.”

You did, tightening your grip around his cock. He groaned roughly. “Fuck, just like that. You’re doin’ so well.” He repositioned his hand so his thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing gently as he began working you closer to your climax.

You sighed his name again, flicking your wrist doing your best to keep up. He watched you closely, adoring you in every way he can as you become more and more disheveled.

It didn’t take long, between his cock in your hand and his fingers stretching you out more than your own ever could, you were already so close to your breaking point as you felt yourself building higher and higher. You pumped him faster in your palm, leaning even closer to him.

“Eddie, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”

He nodded, grunting at the way your hand tightened again. “Me, too, baby. Me, too.” He massaged his fingers inside of you, curling against that specific part that made you moan a little louder. “Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum on my fingers. You can do it.”

His thumb kept rubbing at your clit, and you felt the coil in your belly snap as your pleasure got the better of you, blinding you in ecstasy as you closed your eyes and moaned roughly. “Eddie!” you exclaimed, breathing in deeply and squeezing around his fingers. “Fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

As you gushed around his fingers, your hand fell out of rhythm as you stroked lazily at his swollen tip. Eddie huffed as he reached his own release, spurred on by your whimpers and moans and whispers of his name. His hips jerked up into your hand, using your palm to fuck himself through his orgasm as you moaned loudly. “Ahh, fuck, baby.” Your name fell from his lips like a prayer, treating you like an angel once again. You watched the hot spurts of his cum shoot out from his cock and coat your hand, the sheets.

The lightness in your limbs faded and left you feeling heavy as the pleasure clouding your mind slowly cleared. You huffed, breaking off into a moan at the end when he pulled his hand from you. Your lazy eyes found his and your spent clit throbbed as you watched him pulling his slick-coated fingers into his mouth.

Again, you followed his lead, bringing your own fingers to your mouth to lick his cum off your hand. He cursed again. You were fucking perfect.

“Come here,” he said as he reached hand around the back of your head and pulled you in. His lips met yours, wrapping you in a passionate kiss as he tasted you. He licked at your lips, between them. You hummed against him as you leaned into it. You kissed back with just as much desperation, loving the way he treated you.

When you pulled back, you stared at his kiss-swollen lips and smiled. “You’re amazing,” you breathed.

He smiled, his eyes blown wide. “You’re not so bad yourself.” He kissed your lips again, gentler that time. “How do you feel, sweetheart?”

You licked your lips, “Perfect.”

He chuckled lightly, sharing your sentiment. “Just wait ‘til we actually fuck.”

You leaned forward and rested your forehead on his shoulder, shaking your head and laughing. “Fuck, I can’t.”

He kissed the side of your head, affection and happy to have you in his arms as he wrapped his around you. “You really do look good in my jacket. You should steal it more often.”

“It’s mine now,” you smiled, muffled by his shoulder.

He laughed, a loud sound that echoed in his chest and warmed your own. “It’s yours now. As long as I still get to wear it.”

You sighed. “I guess…”

“Thanks.” He pulled you away from his shoulder to kiss you again, brushing his thumb tenderly over your cheek and smiling fondly. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“And these sheets, too,” you chuckled lightly. “We came all over them.”

“Yes, we did,” he mumbled.

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carry-on-my-wayward-butt · 1 month

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You know, I like you and I've followed you for ages but when I see you posting about how you want ethnic cleansing it kinda grosses me the fuck out

no, actually. i don't know. because i don't know you. you are a complete stranger to me. and i don't care how much you liked me or how disappointed you are. your disapproval means less than nothing to me. what gets your approval is horrific.

you already know that 'from the river to the sea' means 'palestine will be free' you know that it's a call to end the ethnic cleansing of palestinians. you are so drunk on internet juice and brainwashed by the disneyfication of colonialism you think that the ongoing annihilation of innocent people for nearly a century is somehow justifiable and that a slogan representing earnest hope of freedom is an attack on you. you think hoping for people's freedom and safety is threatening to you. you believe that hope is a threat.

you already know all of these things, and you are approaching in bad faith because it's all you know how to do. you want me to post frieren not arguing with a zionist kill yourself image because it will reinforce your victim complex. you want me, someone with absolutely no skin in the game so to speak, to overreact because it's painful subject matter and you'll be able to point to it and say whatever it is you feel like saying that will justify in your heart or to your friends that millions of people should be killed so that some other people can steal their homes, kill their children, desecrate their graves, and piss on their existences.

you want me to tell you to kill yourself so that you can feel better about supporting a genocide. you want me to be toothlessly mean to you online so that you feel better about supporting a genocide.

not that a strangers blog is some important place that you need to seek refuge in, but you will never be welcome here. i will not make you comfortable about your position and i will not allow you to feel peaceful here. you don't get to enter my house and put your feet on my couch and watch my children play and hear me laugh over meals with my loved ones as we share art and tell jokes and talk about our day.

you want me to tell you to kill yourself because you're miserable and cruel and you want to believe you are justified, but you aren't. you never will be. im not going to tell you to kill yourself. i'm telling you, despite your proclivity to the contrary, to get the hell out of my house.

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#op #anon #to be completely fair #i have in fact posted frieren kill yourself image multiple times in response to these #but yeah its reactionary of me. of me especially. ive realized it's not my place.#anyway if you actually believed what you said you'd say it with your whole chest off anon #too bad about your hopeless cowardice #from the river to the sea #palestine will be free #and dont message me a third time.#get out of my house means get out of my fucking house.

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void-inked-pen · 2 months

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NOTICE FOR ANYONE WANTING TO HELP GAZA!

DO NOT!!! UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES!!! LISTEN TO ASKS IN YOUR DMS ASKING YOU TO DONATE TO SOMEONE.

IT IS A SCAM!

I have gotten 4 of these so far and I've had ENOUGH. You are praying upon people who want to STOP A LITERAL GENOCIDE WTF ARE YOU DOING. THAT IS HUMAN LIFE YOU ARE BLATANTLY TRYING TO USE AS A WAY TO GET MONEY AND ITS GROSS AND YOU SHOULD FEEL LIKE ABSOLUTE TRASH DOWN TO YOUR VERY CORE FOR IT.

I've had people ask me to help them with paying for their Insulin, which if you didn't know was a resource used to help people with diabetes and the Isreali-army had literally stopped all shipments of the stuff to palastinian people, essentially killing them slowly with their own immune systems.

I've had people ask me to help fund them getting their family out of Gaza, when there are hundreds of people suffering and stuck in a bombarded city full of ash and grim.

DO NOT LISTEN TO THESE DMS

THEY ARE NOT ACTUALLY HELPING REAL PEOPLE IN DANGER

PLS JUST DONATE TO THE AVAILABLE FOUNDATIONS ALREADY SET UP, I WILL LEAVE LINKS ON THIS POST JUST DO NOT FALL FOR THESE HEARTLESS PEOPLE!

ex of what i saw today in my asks:

get out of my dms. save people who actually need help.

Boycott guide

Vetted Fundraisers

Operation Olive Branch

CareForGaza

#free palestine #scam #scammers #warning #dm scam #fuck you people actually you have no sympathy from me #i will block every one of you now

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izvmimi · 12 days

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cw: pop star au! alcohol mention. suggestive.

“unsure what your mentor gojo might have told you about me, yuuji,” you start, swirling your drink with the tip of your pinky finger with just one rotation before looking up at the man before you. "but i don't particularly enjoy the idea of being used to springboard another artist's career."

yuuji itadori hasn't picked a soloist name yet, still known by Yuyu as part of his four-member boy band, but the cutesy name doesn't fit with the venom of your voice, so you call him by his first name. plus, if you are truly meant to be working together, close and personal, you might as well get comfortable. he grins when you pronounce his name rather than bristle at your statement, the gleam in straight, heartthrob-white teeth almost a taunt to you.

"i don't think that's exactly what i'm aiming for but good to know."

his eyes flit from yours to the drink you just stirred, and watches as you put it to your lips, not saying a word. he looks practically cautious, and for a moment you wonder if he's grossed out by the action or if he's just intrigued by the shine on your glossed lips.

yuuji's dressed relatively subdued tonight, in a simple black turtleneck, unlike the shimmery gold chain shirt you remember him wearing on his most recent performance, standing out amongst the crowd despite his quite attractive band mates. the dusky pink of his hair which his design team clearly insists on accentuating doesn't help to avoid drawing your eyes to his among the group like a beacon. everything about him says look at me, look at me from the bright hue in his brown eyes and his build at the perfect balance of thick and aesthetic. you can't deny you too have been looking but you're tired of offering olive branches to bright eyed up-and-comers who lack the ability to be grateful.

you're not some type of gatekeeper but you know this game and gojo wasn't even subtle about it.

make my boy a star! toodles!

you roll your eyes at the thought, but even you have to admit he's mentored you a bit too though to get you where you are. despite being about yuuji's age, you're practically a household name, thanks to gojo's willingness to believe in you. you sigh.

"anyway, i'll have my agent contact you in the morning. we don't have to discuss anything more."

you throw back the rest of your drink and reach for your purse. yuuji raises his eyebrow at you then chuckles. the drink before him is untouched implying a bit of trepidation, but he's leaned back in his chair, one leg propped up on the chair stretcher. it's a look that's far too casual, that would look slightly disrespectful if he weren't so soft-looking.

"if you're uncomfortable being that close to me, you should really just say so," yuuji says. his arms stretch out above him and you tilt your head to the side.

"excuse me?"

yuuji also rises to his feet, and the difference of stature between you two is suddenly noticeable as you hang your purse around you. he intimidates you a bit, you have to admit, especially when he's close like this.

sweet. harmless. a little cocky. fuckable.

he skirts a little closer to you leaning in, his voice honeyed, ready to strike.

"you don't have to be my springboard. if anything, you can bounce off of me if you'd like."

yuuji laughs as your breath catches in your throat, but you shake it out and press a hand against his chest, pushing a comfortable distance between you two.

you're not going to be held accountable for a comment you made in a variety show months ago, even if it were true.

"don't push your luck," you hiss. he beams, and he's no longer sweet venom but the sweet man coming to you for a simple opportunity, no strings attached.

"you're right! i'll do anything you say," his lips pull sweetly and you wonder if you're being sucked in just like his fans.

he's polished perfect for the people, but that doesn't mean he's perfect for you.

but as he follows you out and your driver arrives depositing both of you safely at your respective homes, you wonder if perhaps a little romp will do any harm.

#yuuji x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #yuji x reader #daydreams: jjk #mimi’s notes #mimi writes: pop star! au

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chic-a-gigot · 3 months

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La Mode illustrée, no. 6, 10 février 1878, Paris. Toilettes de Mme Bréant-Castel, rue du Quatre Septembre, 19. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands

Robe de cachemire bleu foncé garnie de deux volants plissés. Tunique de même étoffe avec bord de velours bleu foncé. Paletot en petit drap beige, demi-long, garni d'une bande de plumes beige marquant les poches, les fentes du côté de derrière, la bordure des manches et celle du contour du paletot.

Grande robe en bourrette olive de deux tons, complétée par un faux jupon de faye olive foncé, garni de volants plissés en même faye. La grande robe de bourrette est bordée d'une haute frange en soie et chenille. Paletot visite, en armure de soie noire, orné de motifs en passementerie formant des branches, disposées isolément pour former la bordure. Frange à grosses torsades de soie. Cette frange forme un grand col sur l'encolure. Sur le devant, aiguillettes en soie noire. Chapeau de feutre olive, garni de rubans en satin de deux tons, olive foncé et olive clair. Plumes nuance tilleul.

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Dark blue cashmere dress trimmed with two pleated ruffles. Tunic of the same fabric with dark blue velvet edge. Overcoat in small beige cloth, half-length, trimmed with a band of beige feathers marking the pockets, the slits on the back side, the edge of the sleeves and that of the outline of the overcoat.

Large two-tone olive bourette dress, complemented by a dark olive faye faux petticoat, trimmed with pleated ruffles in the same faye. The large Bourette dress is edged with a high silk and chenille fringe. Visiting overcoat, in black silk weave, decorated with trimmings patterns forming branches, arranged separately to form the border. Fringe with large twists of silk. This fringe forms a large collar on the neckline. On the front, black silk needles. Olive felt hat, trimmed with two-tone satin ribbons, dark olive and light olive. Lime shade feathers.

#La Mode illustrée #19th century #1870s #1878 #on this day #February 10 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #color #description #rijksmuseum #dress #coat #Modèles de chez #Madame Bréant-Castel

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knightsickness · 8 months

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Could you elaborate on the Alejandro orthorexia thing?

it’s basically what it sounds like i think he has an eating disorder. orthorexia is defined by a fixation on eating only ‘healthy’ foods and often excessive exercise so it flies under the radar easier than better known eds society almost encourages it. his relationship with food is first brought up in the extreme eating challenge but it’s very much a recurring thing he won’t eat gross food because he doesn’t want to ‘pollute’ his body it’s a joke about his vanity. however his definition of gross food is later shown to extend to candy and food with sugar preservatives and dyes to the point where he repeatedly refuses cody’s extremely obvious olive branch offer to share the candy which strategically is directly against what he’s trying to do. his appearance specifically his body is a major point of pride for him but also part of his identity he’s excellent at every imaginable sport he was in cirque du soleil extreme overachiever wants to control everything especially himself. i think it’s part of why he fucking hates owen so much

#total drama #total drama alejandro #alejandro burromuerto

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honeyjars-sims · 9 months

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1.2 Olive Branches

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Transcript below:

Bonnie: Who's grandma's baby? Yes, it's you!

[Darien giggles]

Destiny: Looks like he likes you!

Bonnie: He knows his grandma's gonna spoil him rotten. Yes, he does!

Trinity: Ugh, babies drool too much. It's so gross.

Destiny: Hey, you drooled a lot when you were his age. I think you're a bit jealous that you're not the baby in the family anymore.

Trinity: Like I would be jealous of a stupid baby.

Bonnie: She's totally jealous. It's been just me and her for a few years now so she doesn't like someone else getting attention. At least one of my kids likes me, I guess.

Destiny: Don't be like that, Mom. I'm extending my olive branch, and you know Chantal doesn't hold grudges.

Bonnie: Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just that brother of yours. [sighs] I don't know what else I gotta do. I kicked Jimmy out, I got clean, I've apologized over and over again. I don't know what else he wants.

Destiny: Well, that one's going to take a little more time. He doesn't think he can trust you after everything. I've been afraid to ask all these years, but you didn't know Jimmy was hitting him, right?

Bonnie: Of course I didn't know! Christ, Destiny, I wouldn't have let my husband beat my child for fuck's sake.

Destiny: I know, but how did you not notice? You seemed a little quick to believe that Johnny was the aggressor. Surely you realized Jimmy didn't need to defend himself against a 13-year-old.

Bonnie: I know it doesn't make sense, Destiny. I don't know what I was thinking. I was strung out, Johnny was out of control, and Jimmy seemed so sincere when he denied it. I can admit to being in denial, but I didn't know, Destiny. And I feel guilty as hell that I didn't look at things closer.

Destiny: Well, I didn't either. I just ran off with Tyler after graduation and left them there. I always wondered why he didn't tell me, but I guess I broke his trust by dipping out like that. That's why I've kept my distance from everyone. I didn't want to face that I played a part in all this.

Bonnie: Well, I guess I can't blame you for leaving. You wouldn't have all this if you stayed in Grimm's Quarry. You're a nurse, a wife, and now a mother. I'm proud of you.

Destiny: I just wish things had turned out different. Our family is so broken. Now that Darien is here, I want him to have a relationship with the whole family.

Bonnie: I want that, too. And I'm not gonna give up on trying to fix this.

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ashintheairlikesnow · 8 months

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I would love to see more Chris, and especially with Branch now we know that bastard is deep in the ground

Yeah, Oliver Branch is so very, very, very dead. That was a fun day for us all.

CW: Creepy whumper, intimate whumper, Oliver Branch is gross, BBU, forced alcohol consumption, minor whump (whumpee is 17), some gross implications here

"They should have a Pets Unlimited feature," His Sir muses, stirring the little stick with the olive speared through it around and around the slightly-tinted liquid in his martini glass. Baldur watches it, his mind too slow and foggy for the words to sink in immediately.

There's a delay before Baldur, kneeling on the floor before his Sir's chair, tips his chin to look up. At first, Sir is blurry and completely out of focus, but when he tries, slowly the details come together. "... a what?"

"Oh, probably not that, I'm sure they'd get sued for copyright infringement," Sir hums, picking up the toothpick and biting the olive right off, bleu cheese stuffing and all. He leans down and feeds Baldur some of the olive-stained vodka, until the boy coughs and Sir laughs at him, stabbing another olive from a little bowl on the table beside him and feeding Baldur that, too.

The squeak of olive and tang of the blue-veined cheese makes his stomach turn, but Baldur refuses to show it. He hates olives, but Sir likes them, so Baldur has to like them, too.

"But..." Sir hums, sitting back. His legs, kicked out on either side of Baldur, shift around behind him, locking his ankles to pull the boy closer, until he's pressed right up against the fabric of the chair. "You know what I mean."

Baldur has no idea whatsoever.

But he nods, slowly, keeping his eyes firmly focused on his Sir's face.

"I don't think I could afford it even if they did. Hell, for all I know the damn concept is already in place, and I'm just not rich enough or enough of the 'in group' to be offered." Sir laughs, a deep, rich, warm chuckle that runs like honey down Baldur's back, settles into his mind and smothers his thoughts. His eyes close as Sir pets fingers through his copper hair, shivering. He thinks he likes the touch.

He doesn't.

But he has to, so he does.

"Order one, keep it until I'm done with it, until you're too old, until you start to look your age... then send you back and get the next one. I'd pay for that kind of convenience, if I could. Which I can't. But wouldn't it be nice?"

These words, he knows. These words aren't honey - they are sharp and spiky, terror that has his eyes flying back open. He puts his hands on Sir's knees and shifts upwards, straightening his spine. "Sir? You... you would... send me back?"

The fear breaks through the daze he lives his days in, the only feeling he has with any strength anymore. He used to feel other things, he thinks, besides fear and the odd need that gets forced out of him. He's sure he did. Once.

"Oh, Baldur, darlin'." Sir sighs, as if he's being silly, a stupid little slut with no thoughts in his mind. He rubs a thumb along the line of Baldur's jaw, along his bottom lip, watches with amusement as Baldur tries to follow it, to somehow earn the forever that is supposed to be part of the promise of the program.

You signed up for this, and now you'll be taken care of.

"Sir..." He whispers, desperate for reassurance.

What he gets instead is Sir's smile, widening like a monster's until it feels too big for his face, and Baldur can only go still and silent as the glass is tipped against his mouth again, and the vodka burns down his throat and runs cold out of the corners of his mouth, trickling over his jaw and down his neck.

He chokes on it.

It's too much too fast, as much in his lungs as down his esophagus. He coughs, bent over with the force of it, and droplets spatter across Sir's pants and his shirt. Baldur's eyes burn, his heart pounds, and he gasps. "Oh... oh, no... Sir, I, I'm sorry-"

"Ssssshhhhh. It's all right, sweetheart, don't worry... it's all right..." Sir shakes his head. "It's okay, darlin'."

Baldur's mouth is trembling and he can't stop the little coughs that keep bubbling up, how his stomach flips and drops. He can't throw up. He can't. He'll be whipped bloody if he does, he always is when he throws up. His fingers tighten into Sir's pants until his knuckles are white as he fights the violence his stomach keeps threatening.

Sir waits, patient as a tiger watching prey take a drink at a stream, fingers moving gently through Baldur's hair, again and again.

Only when Baldur goes quiet, finally getting his body until control, does Sir murmur, "I wonder who'll find you when I'm done, and what they'll do to you, then."

His smile is soft and sweet and Baldur stares up into his eyes helplessly, hating every single second. This time, it's the vodka bottle that he forces against Baldur's lips. It's pure clear burn that he has to swallow. The world dips and spins around him, but his heart keeps racing.

"... I wonder," Sir says, voice nearly a whisper, "How long you'll live when I don't want you anymore."

God, I'm so glad that guy is dead now.

#whump #bbu #box boy #box boy universe #chris the strawberry blond romantic #baldur whump #oliver branch is gross #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #sadistic whumper #forced drinking #forced alcohol consumption #alcohol use tw #whump of a minor #just me enjoying a lovely day of Showing Once Again Why Chris Hates Olives and Martinis #and has such a strong trauma response to them

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patchesnpins · 2 years

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ʜᴇᴀᴛ ᴡᴀᴠᴇ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: it's a hot and gross day, your a/c is dead you're craving a quick way to cool off on such an awful day. Eddie has an idea, unsure whether it'd work but you don't think you can think straight in this heat

☾⋆*:｡ a/n: writing this to ignore the fact my a/c stopped working, I'm overheating and this was probably a poor way of coping but whatever

☾⋆*:｡ details: NSFW//w.c: 2k//warnings: m!reader, porn with plot (shocking!), finger sucking, marking, hickeys, pet names

The dull whir of the box fan filled the silence of the room, occasionally punctuated by the creak of the old couch or Eddie moaning about the heat. The heat wrapped around you like a heavy blanket, making your whole body feel lazy and tired. The popsicle dangling dangerously in your hand, no longer minding the sticky sweet syrup dripping down your hand because at least it felt cold.

It was a record breaking heat wave in Hawkins, every news channel droning on about it for hours as if it was the most groundbreaking news in the small town (and knowing Hawkins, it probably was). Your old faithful a/c that sounded like a car motor when it roared to life had finally kicked the bucket with a sputter and hiss, leaving you in an entirely too hot house with nothing to solve the problem.

So like a parched lizard in desperate search for shade amidst the desert, you turned up on Eddie Munson’s front step.

He opened the door with a shocking amount of energy, the same Eddie with bright eyes and an excitable attitude. The only thing that was missing was his shirt. Suddenly found yourself no longer being a trifling lizard but the desert itself, your mouth dry and unable to swallow as you eyes wander a bit too long

“What brings you to my humble abode?” He says with a smile, sweeping his arm out and escorting you inside before you can even answer.

“My a/c died.” You grunted, the air was stuffy and no better than outside the trailer but every now and then a wave of coolness washed over you from the small fan trying its best. Eddie cackles loudly from the kitchen, fishing out two packaged popsicles and closing the door with his hip.

“Now what makes you think my place would be any better to beat the heat? Our obviously very expensive and high quality central air conditioning?” He smiles wolfishly at you and gestures to the box fan pointed towards the couch that you had already been familiarizing yourself with. “Don’t hog the air, you don’t even live here.”

“Might as well at this point,” You sigh, voice warped and robotic from sitting so close to the fan. “I don’t have anyone else to go to, and not a single fan in my house. Never prepared if my a/c died because I never thought it would happen.”

“Oh poor you, never had to think ahead.” Eddie collapses into the couch behind you, patting the empty spot beside him then holding out the icy treat to beckon you over, an olive branch to get you away from the fan.

“Are you gonna put a shirt on?” You grumble, crawling to your feet and abandoning the sweet coolness from the fan. Your eyes dropped to his exposed chest, dark black curls plastered to his sweaty skin shining in the low light.

“Are you going to keep staring?” He questions with a raised eyebrow that says obviously too much.

The room has become entirely too hot, you decide with a scowl on your face.

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So here you were, cooped up on Eddie Munson’s couch trying to convince yourself that you weren’t actually going to die from heat. You felt like you were high, a thick fog settling over your brain that for all you knew could be melting in this weather. Your coherent thoughts were out the window, zoned completely out and not even noticing your dripping popsicle till a chunk of blue ice splattered in the middle of your chest.

“Fuck.” You hiss, enunciating the k with a click of your mouth. Lazily tilting your head, you stare at the blue syrup staining your once perfect white tee. At least it felt cool.

Eddie looked up from his spot on the couch, laughing hoarsely but not having it in him to come up with some sort of snarky response. “Dude that sucks.” You roll your eyes and with the energy you can muster, shrug off the shirt and toss it into the corner to be lost in Munson’s trailer. “Look at you, hadn’t you been complaining about me not wearing a shirt? A bit hypocritical aren’t you sweetheart?”

“M’ gonna throw this popsicle at you.” You jerk your wrist at him and a droplet of blue goes flying and lands just short of where he was sitting. “I don’t feel any cooler.”

“Well, getting half naked isn’t always the solution to cooling down. Tends to have the opposite effect sometimes.” Eddie just has to be the court jester, grinning and pouring all of his small remaining energy into mocking you. You just moan and melt further into the old cushions of the couch. “Sometimes you gotta get hot to cool down.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, unsure if that was a sexual inneundo or your brain was truly melting.

“You ever hear about how you should drink something hot on a hot day? Makes you sweat more so you cool down, never tried it myself but makes sense science wise.”

You’d roll your eyes but don’t have the energy. “Why would I listen to you, Munson? Mr. held back not just once, but twice.” You say your words with confidence and as if whatever great power above was now deciding to humble you, the final chunk of your popsicle slides off the wooden stick and plops right onto the middle of your chest, a puddle of raspberry blue forming rather fast.

Eddie can barely fight down the howl of laughter that erupts from him, head tossed back as he slides right off the couch onto his ass. He climbs to his feet, shaking with laughter as he crosses over to the kitchen for napkins and you grumble quietly.

Arriving with a handful of napkins, he dabs one against your chest and collects the blue syrup as you lazily lay beneath him. “And as you were saying?”

Your breath is caught in your throat, Eddie was so close and practically on top of you. His midsection was pressed against your hip, the slightest bit of skin on skin contact above the waistband and god the warmth of him was all you could focus on. “I don’t think I want a fucking hot coffee or something to cool off.” You hiss out.

Something flickers in his eyes and you can’t tell if our starting to hallucinate in this weather, a smile pulling at his lips once again but there’s something behind it. He holds your sticky hand that hung limply at your side, pulling it dangerously close to his face and you can feel the heat of his breath and his lips brush against your skin. “Y’know,” He speaks slowly, testing the waters. “There’s other things you could do that’ll have the same effect.”

Your eyes catch his and there’s a myriad of excitement in his, begging for your response whether you push him away or decide to indulge. You can’t breath, that heavy fuzz that coated your brain was back and you couldn’t find your words, only nodding carefully while staring like a deer in the headlights.

The slightest smile paints his face, pink tongue poking out from his mouth as he drags it along your sticky digits, collecting sweet syrup that stains his tongue. Tracing your fingers with his tongue, the pads of your fingers meet the tip of his tongue before he dips his head and your fingers plunge into his hot and wet mouth, lapping and suckling at your fingers to get rid of the stickiness.

Suddenly the room was a million degrees, your skin prickling and screaming in the heat. You felt like you’d been tossed into the sun itself, flames licking at your body and driving you near crazy as you tried clinging to your thoughts that were papers lost in the wind. Eddie was just a sweet mirage in the middle of the desert and you were licking your lips and diving in.

You curiously pressed your fingers deeper into his mouth and Eddie moaned around them, his eyes never leaving your face as he lapped at your digits. With a shaky exhale you removed your fingers from his mouth, saliva coating them in a thick and shiny sheen and making your head spin. You both can only sit and stare, the sound of the spinning fan heavy in the silent air that’s thick with tension.

“Fuck.” You mutter once again and that’s all it takes, the tension snaps like a twig and Eddie surges forward with a clash of teeth and excited hands. His skin is so hot against your chest you can’t get enough, you want to feel him everywhere and wrap your arm around him tight to pin him against your chest. Both your chests shudder with fast and unsteady breaths, gulping in air as you tangle yourself in desperate kisses, smashing your lips together and drinking each other in like the sweet syrup from a melted ice pop.

Sweaty skin sticking together and your jeans sliding against each other with rough friction, Eddie pushes himself against you like he can’t get enough. He licks into your mouth and moans so sweetly when your hand takes hold of a clump of his hair and pulls, teeth latching onto your lip and letting go when he draws back, only sharing a quick look before diving back in for more. Your stomach is already churning, all the blood in your body rushing from your darkened cheeks to your crotch. And it doesn't help with how Eddie is grinding against you, his own hardness digging into your inner thigh as he humped against you desperately.

“God you taste so sweet.” Eddie gasps between a kiss and you moan a response. “Would love to get a taste of something else later.” He cackles against your lips and you smash your lips against his to shut him up, hands blinding moving downwards and finding the bulge in his pants. You squeeze gently and he's gone, moaning and whimpering in your lap at just how good it felt to be touched.

You finally break away, gasping for air to quench the flame boiling inside you. You were overheating, nerves fried and sending sparks throughout your body that made you feel like a live wire. You needed a second, the fan was doing nothing because Eddie was so close to you and so fucking hot, leaning in against your bare chest to drag his tongue along blue stained skin from the popsicle. He took a second to relish in the flavor, dipping back more to lick and bite at your chest, eliciting hisses and groans from you.

“Fucking teasing me aren't cha?” Hissing through gritted teeth you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull. Eddie moans, whether it was affirming your accusation or just because had a thing for his hair being pulled, you couldn't tell. But he didn't pull away from your chest, leaving dark marks behind as he excitedly kissed and bit you.

“Don't know about that, maybe I just think your tits are so cute.” He hums, lips sealing over your nipple.

“Fuck you,” you smile and your head thumps back against the couch. “Aren't we supposed to be cooling off? I think I'm boiling alive.” You sigh softly when he lets go of your nipple with a pop, staring up at you with curious eyes as his hand dips down to cup your bulge, warmth radiating through the thick denim of your jeans.

“We can solve that pretty quick, don't cha think big boy?” Nimble fingers grab the waistband of your jeans in search of the button, quickly undoing them and peeling at the layers till you were in nothing more than your boxers, jeans pooled at your feet. A big dark stain was in the middle of your boxers, your dick hard and weeping with precum seeping through the fabric. “God I've waited forever to see that.”

Eddie kicked off his own pants, bringing his underwear with them and his erection popped out. Precum drooled from the tip, smearing against your belly when he leaned in to lock your lips together and work your underwear down. Your own cock came free, pressing against Eddie’s and a shiver went down your spine at the feeling of searing hot flesh against each other. Your cock jumped with excitement, hips rolling forward and you grabbed his hips to pull them closer.

Eddie moans into your mouth, loud and unabashed as his hips kick forward and your cocks grind together. There's barely any space between you two, hips digging into each other's and lengths pressed against your stomachs, slick with precum and the sweat coating your bodies. You can't get enough air to fill your lungs, knocked out everytime Eddie grinds forward and just moans so loudly. Filth falls from to spit slick lips as he tries to gather thoughts in his lust ridden mind.

“Got such a pretty cock, so good fuck. Want you to fuck me nice and deep with it, fill m’ up all good.” He groans into your neck, curly hair sticks to your skin and his breath is hot. “Maybe I could fuck you too, have you crying and fucked all sweet and dumb on my cock. D’ya want that? To feel so good? I want you to make me feel good shit.” He spits out, now panting hot and heavy against your mouth with eyes screwed shut tightly.

“Mmph, gonna make you feel s’good. Grinding up against my cock all pretty and desperate.” You moan, slotting your legs together and sliding your cocks against each other just right and you swear you're seeing stars, white exploding behind your eyelids. You want to scream, a shout bubbling up in your throat as you grind messily against each other in the hot stuffy room.

You feel like you're suffocating because Eddie and that sticky heat is everywhere, surrounding you on all sides and all you can feel is the sweet burn on his skin against yours and your erections sliding together. Even with how overwhelming it is your brain cries for more more more, desperate and insatiable echoing like a mantra in your head that couldn't form a more coherent thought.

You're on fire and as your peak approaches it's the only way to quench the flames, grinding deeper and harder and Eddie reciprocates. He moans filthy shit in your ear, edging you on as you hold his hips in a white knuckle grip and drag his hips against yours.

Your body is lazy and tired with each long stroke against each other that sends warmth through your body and pooling in your stomach. You press hot and wet kisses against sweaty skin, panting and moaning so loud as your orgasm builds in your abdomen. “F-fuck, m’gonna cum.”

“Wanna paint my stomach with your cum big boy?” Eddie laughs breathlessly, humping against you a bit faster and leaving you burying your fingers into his skin. You screw your eyes closed and a strangled cry leaves your throat, tension snapping sharply in you as you spill your white seed all over his sweaty and slick skin.

You barely get a gasp of air in before you're flipping you both over, humping frantically against Eddie and sliding your cocks together feverently until Eddie is screaming out your name. He goes tense, eyes rolling back as you feel the wetness of his cum painting your body. The overstimulation is beginning to set in as you lazily rut your hips together, panting and hissing softly.

Your arms quiver like jello then you collapse hard against him, shuddering against his chest as every part of you gives out. You're sweaty and sticky now, your skin burning with heat enough to make you feel like you'd be set aflame, leaving your brain hazy and slow as you carefully gather your bearings again.

But like a miracle, the cool air from the fan washing over your sweat slick body actually gives you the illusion of cooling down. You prop your chin up on Eddie’s chest, looking at the man who's gone quiet to find him grinning like a mad man.

“Now what did I tell you? Gonna doubt me next time?”

tag list: @adamgetawaydriver

#stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x male reader #stranger things smut

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lillian--reed · 6 months

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olive branch || lillian & @thorsiffe-dragonheart

Lillian had not spoken to Thorsiffe since after the hospital, but there are two things she knew about the wolf. The first is they would never miss an opportunity for a party, so they would definitely be here.

The second is she had their skull.

Well, not their skull, because it hadn't originated in Thorsiffe, but...

Semantics.

But she knew they would be there, and it did not take long for her to find them, even dressed as they were. She only made herself look a touch smaller as she walked over, and without a greeting thrust out a box.

"The skull," she said, as way of explanation. "I saved as much of the... organic matter as I could but I didn't bring it so it. You know. Didn't get gross."

#char: thorsiffe #loc: midnight carnival #event: halloween 2023

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myplasticadversary · 9 months

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I’ll bite - based on your recent post about someone telling Shiv about the worst that Logan’s ever done…what do you think that worst thing is and who actually tells her?

Oh yeah, I left that kind of open to interpretation and what's generally implied in canon. But basically my context was that I believe Logan had sexually groomed and abused Kendall as a kid, for a bunch of reasons that are kinda hard to sum up succinctly but I've gone over before in my "wkole" and "the roy family sickness" tags. And I have this other idea where after S4 Roman and Shiv don't see or hear from Kendall until Christmas at Caroline's where he shows up and he seems sort of okay but has an eerily tranquil energy to him and has obviously been going through it and isn't all there. I'm not sure how the conversation ends up happening, but maybe the three of them get comfortable enough that he feels compelled to come clean about that side of his relationship with their father, as kind of an olive branch and a show that he understands how badly fucked up he is.

(Then this part Char will recognize because I just sent it to them and I'm copy-pasting it)

I think I've settled on the Home Truth talk with Kendall going kind of like, Roman can't get it out of his head that he could be lying and gradually disengages until he calls a time-out and says "sorry guys, we'll circle back later, I gotta go, etc.", because he's worried he'll say some not-nice stuff if he sticks around and he'd like to keep his eyes in his face tonight. Shiv is appalled at his squirming away and calls him a pussy, Kendall says "it's fine, it could've been worse", and the two of them exchange a series of increasingly twisted jokes to break the tension and delay the emotional fallout until he inevitably falls apart in her arms. She focuses on being a rock and pushes away the feeling of dreadful familiarity, tells him "it's ok, it's not your fault Dad was a fucking gross psychopath."

Meanwhile, as Roman takes a walk he runs into Caroline and half-heartedly quips about their conversation, which they both wince at and are eager to change the subject. Shiv is still pissed at him for bailing and Roman is baffled at her seemingly buying in so quickly, given Kendall's history of dishonesty and melodramatics and the fact that he's alive and Logan isn't. Shiv does get his incredulous reasoning but tells him, "I do believe him. I mean, I'm not a hundred percent, but right now I do. And I really don't feel like arguing about why. In fact, I'd ideally like to never have to think about this ever again. There's clearly a lot of fucking nuclear missiles lying around here, so let's maybe just try to not fire them off?" And then they kind of agree to "wait and see".

#i can't write fanfic but i sure can do these loose outlines!#csa tw #incest tw #the roy family sickness #wkole #kendall roy #shiv roy #roman roy #succession

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avisisisis · 2 years

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Rottmnt characters as shit people in my life have said

Mikey, smiling: I want to feel the texture of your heart... by which I mean that I'm going to stab you, rip it off your chest and eat it, of course!

Leo: What's with all the people having a sexuality crisis? We all should be gay, I thought everyone knew that.

Raph: Yes, we know, you want to die, now be quiet and do your homework.

Leo: Who's the most stupid one in the group?

Everyone: You.

Leo: Oh.

Donnie: My social batteries ran out please help me.

April: My mom made pastel de papas to eat today. It was gross. So full of cheese.

April: Anyways, guess who didn't eat today—

April: I'm going to lay down and watch Brooklyn 99 while crying and eating all the olives in this house. Bye!

Casey: When I was younger, me and my friends made a Voodoo doll to torture the art teacher. It didn't work.

April: Oh, yeah, me and friends were actually planning to kill you last year! But you turned out to be kinda cool, so we dropped it.

Casey Jr: I hate coffee why am I vibrating.

Donnie: It's okay. I'll tell you once we get out of the grocery store.

*When they get out of the grocery store*

Donnie: WHAT THE FUCK. 220? IT USED TO BE 200!! THIS IS SO FUCKING STUPID. I WANT MY MOTHERFUCKING OREOS AND I COULDN'T GET THEM BECAUSE NOW THEY COST 20 PESOS MORE. I HATE THIS SCHOOL, I HATE THIS STORE, I HATE EVERYONE!

Donnie: Alright, I'm good now. Say, are you perhaps open to sueing the school like you planned to do a few months ago?

Splinter: I am so tired.

Mikey, kicking down the door: JAKE AND AMY GET FUCKING MARRIED?!

Raph: My plushie has a name, you piece of shit!

Leo: Sometimes, when I realize that I'm not thinking like the star who doesn't care about anyone, I just pretend everyone else in my life is an NPC. It's easier to pretend they're not real people.

Mikey: Honey, I may be your friend, but if you don't back up I swear I'm going to beat the ever loving hell out of you.

Mikey: Good news! Nobody died—

Leo: Why does everyone keep telling me that I shouldn't be allowed in a kitchen? I set the pot on fire once. (He set the pot on fire four times)

Donnie: What a great day to be smarter than everyone else around me.

Casey Jr: Oh yeah, when I was younger a branch on fire almost fell on top of me. We were camping. It was a big branch. I almost died.

Donnie: I don't know how to say that I don't care without hurting your feelings, but I don't care.

#save rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #i said most of these but eh #hope they're on character #shoutout to that nice stranger in discord who listened to me rant about the horrible pastel the papas my mom got for five minutes #you are a true hero #avis talks

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obligatorynasty · 2 years

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Change isn’t so bad when I’m with you. [Read on AO3]

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Knotting, Biting, Anal Sex, Coming Untouched, Mildly Dubious Consent, Self-Lubrication, Dom/sub Undertones, Belly Bulge, Mild Cumflation

“So are we going to talk about why you’ve been avoiding everyone?”

Steve didn’t want to talk, but Robin was insisting; multiple back-to-back calls, banging on the front door, screaming at the windows, making-a-fucking-scene insisting. So despite his best efforts to continue his avoidance in peace, they eventually made it into his living room, where Robin was standing with hands at her hips, staring at him like fessing up was his only option, else face her wrath.

And what Steve wouldn’t give to be able to explain what the fuck was going on with him. Robin wanted answers but all he had were questions. Ever since they defeated Vecna, after all the time he spent healing his wounds, he was feeling weird . Not a normal kind of weird either. He knew what a normal kind of weird was – he suffered through his teenage years just like everyone else – no, whatever the fuck was happening to him was weird weird. Bordering on the bizarre.

“Robin,” Steve clasped his hands together and shrugged. “Know that I mean this with all the respect in the world: I don’t fucking know.”

“Well, at least that’s something,” Robin sighed, flopping down against the sofa and crossing her arms. “You’ve been distant. The kids are worried – hell, Dustin won’t stop pestering me about you because you won’t take his calls – and don’t get me started on Eddie.”

Steve had to hold his breath for a few seconds because there it was again. That wave of something that made his head want to repeat Eddie’s name over and over and over – and that was just from the mere mention of the metalhead. It was worse when there were smells or, god fucking forbid, if Eddie were there in person.

The last one to try and get him to leave the house was Jonathan, spouting something about how Will said Mike said Lucas said Dustin said that you need to come hang out again or they’ll unleash Erica on you. He also droned on about how Nancy is worried and how El misses him and how Eddie wants him to play a short campaign with him and the kids. He even brought a Hellfire club shirt that Eddie said was an olive branch. It was all really kind and Steve genuinely appreciated the sentiment, but even then, the only thing his brain allowed him to do was take the shirt and rush Jonathan away with excuses.

And that shirt smelled so good, better than anything Steve’s ever smelled in his life. It also freaked him out because that was when the leaking started, and he really hesitated to call it that – because gross – but there were no other words to describe the fucking liquid that his body started to produce. No way he could explain to anyone what perverted shit he did in his bedroom with his face buried into the scent of that shirt.

It was humiliating.

“I really can’t be around Eddie, Robs,” Steve shook his head, pacing the length of the coffee table, gesturing wildly with his hands. “And it’s not because Eddie did anything wrong. I want to hang out with him! I want to hang out with the whole group like before. Like when everything was fucking normal!”

“What’s not normal, Steve?” Robin pressed, her brows scrunching with concern. “We finally beat the big bad and you go AWOL. That’s the only not normal thing from our perspective. You’re making me panic, dude. Is something wrong with you? Like more Upside Down BS? You have to tell us if you need help. We want to help you. I want to help you!”

“I don’t know if you can.”

“At least give me a chance to be stumped, Stevie,” Robin gave a soft smile.

Steve sighed, pacing a few more times in contemplation before dropping his head into his hands, mumbling through them a defeated, “Fine, I’ll tell you but this is like… a real test of friendship, okay? You cannot laugh at me.”

Robin nodded, making a show of it by giving an exaggerated salute, “You can count on me.”

“Somehow, that makes me less confident,” Steve chuckled, moving to sit next to her on the sofa. “So, it’s like this… ever since my wounds healed – you know, from the demobats or whatever – my body has changed .”

“What kind of change are we talking about here? Big change? Little change? Medium change?”

“Like any time I’m around anything that smells like Eddie, I essentially turn into an uncontrollably horny piece of shit.” Steve rolled his eyes, giving an irritated groan as he sunk back against the sofa.

“Oh,” Robin nodded, shrugging like it wasn’t as bad as she thought. “Medium change.”

Steve shook his head, “I’m not done.”

“Oh no.”

“Yeah, oh no,” Steve sighed, pausing again to build up courage. “And what’s makes it all worse – what makes it a very big change – is that my fucking ass is self-lubricating now, so yeah, just bury me in my grave today please.”

Robin blinked for a few seconds, giving a few slow nods like her brain was whirring to compute everything Steve revealed. “So you’re having a second puberty – a demobat-induced second puberty – and your body’s got the hots for Eddie Munson. I got all that?”

“Yep,” Steve sighed, pressing his lips into a hard line. “You got it.”

Robin shot up from the sofa. It was her turn to pace in front of the coffee table. “Okay, let’s not panic—”

“Too late for that.”

“—Well I’ll try not to panic,” She stressed, pointing a finger towards herself. “You think we should take you to the hospital? Do you feel sick? Wait, no, they’ll probably want to do experiments on you? Do you feel like you’re dying? Why Eddie? Why not anyone else? Have you called him about this?”

“You think I’m going to be able to think straight on the phone with him?”

“Point taken,” Robin clasped her hands together. “But if we think logically about this, Eddie also got mauled by the bats. So a possible connection?”

“You think this is happening to him too?” Steve wasn’t buying it. “Eddie’s been hanging out with you guys this whole time. It’s been two weeks since our wounds scarred up. If Eddie’s going through what I’m going through, trust me, you all would’ve noticed.”

“Not necessarily,” Robin shook her head. “Because you’ve been here this whole time. Eddie hasn’t been able to smell you at all.” She gasped as her idea struck, “You should invite him over!”

Steve’s head was ringing at the thought of having Eddie over; in this big empty house, just the two of them, all alone to do whatever he wanted, wherever he wanted, however he wanted… okay, Harrington, let’s calm the fuck down. He ripped himself from that train of thought with a shake of his head. “I might do something fucked up, Robs. You have no idea what is going on with my head right now.”

“Oooo, scary,” Robin teased.

“I’m serious!” Steve grinned.

“Okay, Mr. Serious,” Robin crossed her arms. “Think about it this way, if our theory is correct, Eddie might want you to do something fucked up to him,” Robin pointed out, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s worth having a conversation about it.”

“I might literally die if I have to talk about this with him.”

“You know I speak the truth, Stevie,” Robin couldn’t help but laugh along. “I also know you’ve liked Eddie ever since he held that knife to your throat, and let's not bury the lead here, we both know that Eddie’s already said he would date you. All that flirting you guys did in the Upside Down? We’re not ignoring that, right?”

“You won’t. Worst case, he’s not going through what you’re going through and we’ve got to figure out another plan. Best case, you fuck Eddie and you’re fine. Plus, what kind of bi boy doesn’t want to live a lawless, lube-less lifestyle?”

Steve gasped, a smile tugging on his lips and a laugh shaking his shoulders. “What the fuck, Robs?”

“Shut up,” Steve laughed, chucking a throw pillow at his friend. “I mean, you’re right but shut up.”

“I always am,” Robin smiled, picking up the pillow and tossing it back. “So call him and invite him over tomorrow. Try not to panic on the phone. Fuck him until one of you can’t walk anymore, or don’t. I’ll stay by my phone all day, just in case you need me to show up and run interference.”

Steve laughed once more, smiling at his best friend for saying all of the right things; all the things he needed to hear from someone other than himself. “Thanks, Robs.”

“Anytime, Stevie.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Steve! It’s… uh- It’s me! Eddie!”

Steve knew it was Eddie. He knew it was Eddie the moment the metalhead was at the door, pacing around before knocking, mumbling something like he was trying to give himself a pep talk before a big show.

Steve knew because it smelled like him, and that scent – holy shit, that fucking scent – it was making his mind swim. Even with a door between them, he was already starting to feel the heat swirling in his body, already blushing over the slick wetness he hoped was unnoticeable through the black sweatpants he so carefully picked out. His entire body was on fire and like a stuck record, his head was a mantra of Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

“Get it together, Harrington,” He whispered to himself, taking a few deep breaths as he placed a shaky hand against the doorknob. “You got this,” He breathed one final time before pulling the door open. “Hey Eddie! Thanks for-”

Steve couldn’t finish his sentence before Eddie was tripping back, near recoiling away from him like being too close was painful. He didn’t know whether to be upset or relieved that he wouldn’t have to struggle inside with that scent so soon.

“H-Hey Steve!” Eddie waved, awkwardly twiddling his fingers from his spot halfway down the driveway, his eyes darting everywhere except for Steve. “What.. uh, wow Harrington … um… shit, how are you?”

Wow? Steve thought, flashing a smile. I should be the one saying that. He mentally thanked the open air for the semblance of self-control he had. If they weren’t outside, he probably would have dropped to his fucking knees by now. “I’m okay, how are you?”

“Fuck!” Eddie spun around, hands in his hair like he was being driven crazy. “You’re okay? Like genuinely okay? Or like, am I losing it? Am I the only one who can smell you right now?” He spun back around, finally locking eyes with Steve. “Do you realize how good you smell?”

Steve giggled, arms clutching his sides and face going a bit redder than before, because yes! That’s exactly how he felt. Eddie understood him. He wasn’t the only one going through whatever the fuck this was. “Do you realize how good you smell, Munson?”

“You’re laughing,” Eddie grinned, taking a few careful steps toward the front door, toward Steve. “Has this been happening for you this whole time? Is this what Robin was talking about?”

“What did Robin say?”

“She said you had a really good reason to be avoiding us,” Eddie stopped a couple of strides away. “Which I fucking understand now, considering how my brain short-circuited when you opened the door.”

Steve smiled, his head was starting to feel a little fuzzy, like a soft high settling in as Eddie’s scent got closer; more intense. “Do you want to come inside?”

Eddie’s face lit up but then fell just as quickly. “Uh… no,” He shook his head, taking a step backward. “That’s probably not a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t know what’s going on with my head right now, or other parts of me, to be honest,” Eddie mumbled that last part, but he kept his voice as steady and clear as he could for the rest. “I feel like if I went in there I would forget how to be a gentleman, and I still want to take you out on that date, you know.”

“I know, and I want to go on a date with you too.” Steve had to lean against the doorframe because his knees were literally shaking beneath him. “But what’s going on in your head has been going on in mine for weeks. I don’t think I could sit through a movie or go grab a bite to eat with you if I’m like this.”

“Don’t blame you,” Eddie laughed, taking another two steps forward. “Don’t think I could last around you either, sweetheart.”

“Don’t think I’d want you to last, babe.”

Then Eddie made a sound that caught them both off-guard. It had Steve taking a step back in toward the house. Had Eddie clasping a hand over his mouth and shaking his head with wide eyes, completely shocked.

“Did you just growl at me?” Steve asked, cautiously stepping back into the doorframe.

“I- well, fuck, I think so… I mean like yes, but not on purpose,” Eddie was panicking, already taking more steps back and shaking his head. “Holy shit, no – Eddie the freak Munson is at it again – I am so sorry, Steve! I really should go-”

“Eds, wait! Please come inside,” Steve was starting to feel more emotional than before – the thought of Eddie leaving now was painful – like he’d been wandering a desert and found an oasis that was only a mirage. “You don’t have to be a gentleman. I’m okay with you growling or doing whatever, and we can go on a date once we figure this shit out, so just don’t go .” He felt kind of pathetic, begging like this, but he was so on edge that it felt like all he could do. “Please.”

“Hey, woah, Stevie, baby,” Eddie was suddenly rushing towards the door, his hands gently cupping Steve’s face despite the strong scent. “Don’t cry.”

Steve didn’t even realize he was crying, and now he definitely didn’t. His mind nearly whited-out at the sudden touch, the scent at its strongest like it was choking him. It was intoxicating and arousing, and all the blood rushing south made that abundantly clear with the tent so unceremoniously pitched in his sweatpants. He swallowed thick, lips trembling, flashing his big teary eyes up at Eddie, “Wanna go to my room?”

“Oh, you’re gonna be the death of me, Harrington.” Eddie whispered, pushing against Steve’s upper arm, crowding him into the house and slamming the door behind him. “You’re making it so fucking hard to breathe,” He smiled, pressing a kiss against Steve’s forehead before hungrily capturing his lips.

And the kiss was pure magic. It had them both sighing pleasantly into it like they were finally given some reprieve. Like it freed up some space in their heads to be in the moment even just a little. In that small window of clarity, Steve’s embarrassment was catching up with him but he was confident with kissing. Not too wet, not too dry, rhythmic and playful, biting lips and just enough tongue to have fun; his King Steve days were pulling their weight. Nothing about kissing changed – on his end, anyways.

Eddie was different. He was growling again and holding onto Steve’s waist in a possessive way; not quite harsh, but definitely firm. Like if Steve tried to get away from him, Eddie would dig in claws that he didn’t have. It had Steve’s heart racing as they broke the kiss.

“Upstairs?”

Steve nodded, allowing himself to be tugged along by his hand as Eddie led them up the stairs. “Over here,” Steve gestured to his bedroom door, guiding them the rest of the way. Into his room where Eddie was doing that thing again; that dominant push against Steve’s upper arm, yanking him around and slamming doors that didn’t belong to him.

Steve felt a drip of slick run down the back of his thigh when Eddie kissed him the second time. It took up so much of his brain that he couldn’t stop the way he gasped and whined against Eddie’s lips. Couldn’t stop the way his body reactively curved into metalhead’s hold, letting his hands fall against his shoulders.

It was when Eddie’s hands started gliding up beneath the hem of his shirt that Steve really started feeling hazy. The touch alone was making goosebumps ripple across his skin, but paired with that eager kiss? Yeah, Steve’s brain was becoming mush.

Eddie pulled away with a smirk. “You good, Stevie?” He asked, tugging Steve’s t-shirt up.

“Yes,” Steve moaned, letting his shirt be pulled off before dropping his head against Eddie’s shoulder. “I feel good.”

“Me too, baby,” Eddie whispered against Steve’s cheek, smiling at the peach flush that traveled up to the tips of his ears. “Your whole room smells so good that my head's pounding,” He laughed, peppering impatient kisses down the side of Steve’s neck. “And you taste so fucking sweet,” He growled again, dragging his teeth against Steve’s neck. He was pretty insatiable; sucking marks into Steve’s skin, pinching and pulling at Steve’s nipples, whispering things that made Steve shiver.

And Steve was so drunk on Eddie’s scent that the gentle sting of hickeys bruising his skin barely registered. The scent only got worse when Eddie pulled away to kick off his shoes and strip away his jacket and t-shirt. It was like a filter being taken off, bombarding Steve to the point of being overwhelmed. “Fuck, Eds, I-” He muttered, running his hands down Eddie’s chest. “I need you so bad.”

“You have me,” Eddie smiled, pushing Steve towards the bed and shoving him down against the sheets, settling in the space between Steve’s thighs. “I practically belong to you.”

Steve could tell that Eddie was exaggerating but the thought was enough to have him dripping again. This time from his ass and his dick, which was a new sensation to say the least. And as Eddie was tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants, Steve was also suddenly hit with the realization that the weirdest part of his body’s changes was set to be revealed.

“Eds, wait," Steve weakly protested, his hands gripping at Eddie's where they pulled against the fabric. "The smell isn't the only thing."

"Steve," Eddie growled, moving to grasp Steve's wrists and yank them upward, pressing them into the mattress above Steve's head, hovering, putting his body weight into the hold. "Listen to me," He leaned his face down, speaking close enough for Steve to taste his breath. "If you want me to stop, tell me right now. Please , because I'm not strong enough to fight against whatever this is, especially not when I'm fucking you."

"You don’t have to stop. Please don’t stop. It’s just-" Steve shook his head, a blush erupting on his face. "I'm just embarrassed."

"Why?"

"My body changed a lot and- um, everything’s so new and well, I guess we won't… need lube."

A look of confusion flashed across Eddie's features but then it softened in understanding. "Okay, can I see?" He asked but his hands were already back to the waistband, guiding the sweatpants and boxers up and off Steve's legs.

And as Steve let his legs fall back open, he hid his face in his hands. His cock was painfully hard and his asshole felt sloppy from all the slick. His heart couldn't race faster if it tried.

"Oh," Eddie's voice cracked as he ran a hand against the inside of Steve's thigh, pausing as his fingertips caught in a drip of that clear liquid.

Then it was silent for a few beats, just the sound of breaths and the soft hum of suburbia from outside the window. It was a suffocating silence to Steve because he was so worried about this part. The weird weird part that he could barely bring himself to explain, let alone accept. It was all too much, until something dripping against his cock compelled him to pull his hands away from his face.

Eddie was drooling, and judging by the amount and that euphoric look in his half-lidded eyes, Steve guessed that it was involuntary.

"Eds?"

Eddie blinked, catching himself in the act with a wipe of his arm against his mouth. "Fuck, sorry, I don't know what the fuck that was." He swallowed thickly, "Just got all wrapped up in your smell, Stevie. Got all excited about shoving my dick inside you without needing to prep. I'm really starting to lose it here, baby."

Steve's cock jumped at Eddie's words, spurting a drop of precum down the shaft. "It's fine. I liked it. I like you, Eddie."

"Yeah?" Eddie grinned, trailing his hand further up Steve's thigh. "Even if I'm growling and drooling all over you?"

"Yeah," Steve moaned, shocked by the sudden finger slipping inside of him. That felt different too. It was way more sensitive – almost to a scary degree – and more mind-numbingly pleasurable than before. He whined, his body quaking at the push, pull, and drag of it all, as Eddie made sure he was wet enough.

"Eddie," He choked out from all the unfamiliar bliss. "That's too much."

"That's too much?" Eddie scoffed, pulling his finger out and giving a playful grin as he shuffled off the bed to kick off his jeans and briefs. "Just one finger, and that was too much?" He taunted, stroking at his own length as he shifted back into his spot between Steve's thighs. "You're not gonna make it, sweetheart."

Eddie was probably right. No way Steve was going to make it; not with Eddie's scent putting him on edge, not with Eddie's size pressed into him as deep as Steve knew it would reach, not with all the new sensitivity or his fucking crush on Eddie that was making him nervous and excited all at once. He was probably going to come the second Eddie was inside him, but Steve was a fighter.

"Neither are you, babe."

Eddie grinned at the challenge, chuckling as he leaned down to press a kiss against the center of Steve's chest. "You have my fucking heart, Steve."

And Steve could barely think of a reply before Eddie was pressing into him. So suddenly, like all the air got punched out of his lungs. With each swift inch digging deeper and deeper inside, he lost control of himself. That little mantra of Eddie's name in his head very quickly morphing into something more desperate, more carnal; made him want to beg Eddie to come inside of him… breed him.

That was new as well.

"Fuck, baby, you're clenching," Eddie groaned, his hands tightening where they grasped at Steve's waist, adding leverage as he began rocking his dick in and out, gliding easily with all the slick coating his length. He looked just as out of it as Steve was; muscles flexing with each thrust, body already starting to sheen with sweat, hair clinging to his forehead, eyes looking lost in pleasure – Eddie was practically high on it all.

"Can't help it," Steve whined out, throwing his head back as the pleasure shot up his spine. So ruthlessly dragging him toward climax without a break in rhythm. "Oh my god, Eds!" He was becoming a mess of moans, all high-pitched and needy, and unabashed. He had no energy to be embarrassed anymore. All he wanted was for that bubble of pleasure tensing in his gut to burst.

He was so dangerously close to it too, so close that it was almost painful. "Eddie," Steve breathed it, letting himself get swept up by all the heady ecstasy. The blending of their moans, Eddie's scent, the greedy hold Eddie kept on him that was no doubt leaving bruises behind, everything.

Coming untouched was new to Steve as well. He's never been able to come from only his prostate, but this pleasure didn't feel like that pleasure. This was something entirely different, like his body had been reprogrammed, because Steve was screaming. His orgasm felt so different; it was heavy and long, and each wave had him coming thick white lines across his chest but also had him releasing more of that slick around Eddie's cock. Needless to say, Steve was fucking gone; trembling, whimpering, crying – and he must have looked so overwhelmed because Eddie was suddenly easing him through it, with panic in his eyes and slower thrusts.

"Steve, baby, you're okay," Eddie whispered, leaning down to kiss Steve's forehead, and his nose, and his chin. "I've got you," He reassured, running a soothing hand up Steve's side.

And Steve really did enjoy the comfort, but as the orgasm waned and the haze gave him some of himself back, he felt something inside that was still so unsatisfied.

"You gonna come inside me now, Eds?"

Steve's question had flipped a switch – as if he'd disengaged something, uninhibited something – because Eddie was manhandling him again. Pulling out for just long enough to flip Steve over, forcing his head down against the sheets and yanking his hips up, driving his cock back in as deep as it could go and grinding into him to be sure of it.

The thrusts were wilder now and a bit animalistic with the way Eddie was growling, like he was chasing something. Like he was trying to erase everything from Steve's mind except for him.

And the hypersensitive sting of pleasure had Steve reeling, clawing against the sheets to keep himself grounded. Eddie's cock felt like it was getting harder – thicker? But just at the base? – Steve wasn't sure if he was imagining it. He wasn't exactly in the headspace to question anything, especially not when Eddie was pulling on him like that. Lifting him upward until his back was flush with Eddie's chest.

The angle made Steve see stars, and it was only made better by Eddie's arms locked around his chest and waist as he continued relentlessly driving his dick as deep as it could go. Pressing wet kisses against Steve's shoulder blade, leaving him shuddering between each harsh in and out.

"Eddie, please," Steve weakly choked out, his eyes stinging with more tears from all the overstimulation. "Please."

And that must have done it for Eddie because all at once, a whirlwind of sensations were taking over Steve's body. That swelling at the base of Eddie's cock popped, growing nearly double what it was, sharply locking itself at Steve's rim as Eddie pumped warm cum deep inside. It felt so right for a moment, despite the pain, like it was exactly what Steve craved. It would've been the only pain too, if not for Eddie's teeth biting into the nape of his neck, growling and drooling into it like he was feral.

"Eddie! Ow! Fuck!" Steve whined, trying to pull away but he was stuck – in Eddie's hold, by Eddie's cock, by Eddie's bite – and he was suddenly hit with the realization that Eddie was still coming. Filling Steve to the brim with heat and forcing more where it wouldn't fit. "Eds, that hurts," He mumbled, staring down at his stomach, moaning at the sight; it looked bloated except instead of air, Steve could feel the slosh of warm cum pushing his belly out. Fuck. Steve didn't want to unpack why that was such a turn on.

And once he finally stopped coming, Eddie pulled away from the bite, licking at it as he did, whispering a domineering, "Mine." All while pressing gentle kisses against Steve's neck, right beneath his ear.

And Steve loved the sound of that.

"Yeah, I'm yours, Eddie. I'm yours," He nodded, running his fingers across Eddie's arms where they were still locked around him. He desperately wanted to be in the moment, but panic was already starting to fill his chest. "But I need you to pull out, okay?"

The nerves in Steve’s tone seemed to bring Eddie back down to reality, suddenly forcing him to face all the ungentlemanly things he had done. "I fucking bit you," He sounded stunned, like he wasn’t there when it happened, but he also didn't immediately make a move to let go. "I'm sorry, I- I really didn't know what I was doing.” He took a breath, so clearly trying to keep his emotions at bay. “Are you okay?"

"I think so," Steve smiled, grabbing Eddie's hand and guiding it across his bump of his stomach. "This is a problem though."

Eddie paused for a beat, his breath catching in his throat, "Right, wow, that's super fucking hot but definitely a problem, let me try pulling out—"

"Wait, wait, wait, stop!" Steve panicked as the pull burned around his rim. "You'll rip it, stop!"

"—okay! Sorry! Stopping!” Eddie was just as panicked. “It's alright, baby. We'll do what you want. You're okay." Eddie placed a kiss against Steve's shoulder. "I really am sorry, Steve. I don't know what the fuck is happening to me. I'm so sorry that I hurt you."

"Don't be sorry. Stop saying sorry," Steve leaned his head back against Eddie's shoulder, taking a deep breath. "I don't know what's going on either but I feel safe, alright? You're making me feel really safe, so don’t apologize."

"You're giving me too much credit, Stevie," Eddie gave a light laugh. "You're the one making me feel safe."

"Now you're giving me too much credit," Steve giggled, groaning at the way it made his stomach clench. "Maybe it'll go down eventually? Can we just like… lay down for a second? Don't think I can hold myself up right now."

"Yeah, anything you want, baby," Eddie braced Steve's body against his own, taking their weight slowly down to the bed, being extra careful to prevent any pulling. Grabbing a pillow and tucking it under Steve’s head, snuggling against his back, and running a hand softly down Steve's belly. "Is it fucked up for me to be enjoying this?"

"No," Steve calmly whispered, somehow feeling relaxed despite every new thing that happened to him. "For me, it is weird but it just feels right – you feel right – like you’ve been what my body wanted this whole time. I should've called you over sooner."

"That’s no fair, babe," Eddie playfully whined. "You got to figure out your shit first. I didn't even realize anything was happening to me until I smelled you."

"I barely figured anything out," Steve shook his head, whimpering a little as the pressure started relaxing and the swell began to shrink at his rim. "Oh my god, I'm gonna make such a fucking mess."

Eddie inhaled through teeth as his erection waned, feeling the cum beginning to ooze out. "Don't worry about that," He said, pressing a kiss to the bite mark he left behind. "I'll clean everything up. I'll take care of you so just relax, okay? I told you that I've got you, and I meant it."

And something about that just made Steve feel so vulnerable like he didn't have anywhere to hide. He was dreading each second the swell faded because Eddie was going to pull out soon, and Steve wouldn't be able to stop it.

"Should I try again?"

"No- yes… fuck, I don't know, Eds," Steve muttered, already mortified by how wet his inner thighs felt. "Yeah," He groaned, "You should probably try."

Eddie nodded, testing Steve’s rim with a slow pull and this time, he was able to pop himself out. So he did, letting a rush of cum free as he pulled the shaft completely away, his breaths panting heavy once they were apart.

"Eddie," Steve sobbed, covering his face with his hands as it all so obscenely flowed out of him, drenching and pooling against the sheets, completely soaking the underside of his thighs, gushing everywhere and making the mess that Steve feared.

"Oh my god, Stevie, you're so fucking pretty like this."

And that was music to Steve's ears; Eddie's genuine adoration for what Steve perceived as so gross about himself. Like Eddie could make all the worry Steve had about these changes evaporate. As if the metalhead could make Steve fall any further for him.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steveddie #obligatorywrites #nff

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