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Dressing in full gothic attire and makeup, walking hand in hand with a guy dressed as a priest wearing the familiar white collar, getting stares and shocked expressions from those around us. >>>>>
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Thick with Desire
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem plus sized! reader
Genre: hurt/comfort, smut, fluff
Rating: Explicit/18+ only MINORS DNI
Length: 7k
Summary: When your boyfriend Eddie’s shirt doesn’t fit, you start to feel like you don’t deserve him. But Eddie is having none of it, not when he finally gets to see how beautiful you are.
Warnings: reader is 18+ but is implied to be a senior in hs with Eddie, reader is insecure about her figure/weight, reader degrading herself for her figure/weight, briefly mentioned unsafe weight loss methods (dieting/disordered eating), Eddie being a whole simp for his thick gf, praise kink, so much dirty talk like 😮💨, sacrilege lol, overuse of pet names probably sorry, body worship, daddy kink 😬, face sitting/oral sex (f receiving), fingering, Eddie has a big dick, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, dumbification if you squint, dacryphilia, marking kink — if I missed anything please let me know 🖤
Requested: Yes by @joekeeray — “Don’t be shy now, come sit on my face”
A/n: I’ve been working on this for way too long, bc as a thick bitch, I felt ✨inspired✨ but this could be potentially triggering for anyone who struggles with body image issues 🖤 also this has been beta read 🫡 also my requests are open so pleaaaaaaaase send me requests ❤️
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You stared at your reflection in Eddie’s mirror as fat, salty tears rolled down your face without a stop in sight. Eddie’s frantic voice muffled by the locked door as he begged you to let him in. You knew this moment was coming — it had been looming in the distance most of the day.
It had started at lunch, Jeff’s new girlfriend, Missy, wearing his old Hellfire shirt — the one he’d accidentally torn the neck of in frustration a few months ago sitting at the same table they were at now, trying to psych himself up to ask Missy on a date. You hadn’t thought much about it, in fact you thought it was cute she was putting in effort (something you figured she could stand to do more of) but that in itself wasn’t the problem.
The problem was the ideas it gave your wonderful boyfriend.
Eddie had leaned over and whispered in your ear, “Why don’t you ever wear my shirts, sweetheart?” and instead of making you buzz with excitement — as his honeyed voice usually did — it filled you with dread.
You didn’t look like Missy, no matter how hard you wished, cried, dieted, starved, or hated yourself for it. You weren’t thin or delicate like her. And no matter how many times Eddie called you his tiny baby or his little princess, you couldn’t help but feel the stab of his words deep in your chest. You weren’t tiny like he wanted you to be — like you wanted to be.
The sheer thought of attempting to squeeze yourself into your boyfriends shirt made you want to cry. The material, while baggy on his lean frame, would stretch threadbare, and there wasn’t a chance in hell it would be long enough to cover your tummy. The idea of Eddie seeing you had caused you to shy away from his affections on more than one occasion. You’d never let him get your clothes all the way off, and had carefully avoided the topic of sex by learning how to give Eddie the best head of his life, and letting him finger you to his heart’s desire. It wasn’t like Eddie was pushing you, or cared in the slightest that you hadn’t gone all the way yet. And you’d almost given in on multiple occasions, when his hands would brush over your body in the most sinful ways and his voice rasped in your ear, verging on desperation as he explained all the filthy things he wanted to do to you.
You weren’t a virgin, although being with Eddie had made you wish you’d waited for someone like him before giving it up to Andrew Johnson at the Halloween party sophomore year. Especially not when you came to school the next day and the basketball team — bar Steve Harrington — had been whispering about what you looked like under your clothes. The whispers stopped quickly after Will Byers had disappeared along with Barb Holland, and the Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington drama had thrown you back into social obscurity: back where you felt safe.
It had taken you nearly 2 years to trust another boy. You’d almost given up on men entirely — like your best friend Robin had suggested you do — but Eddie had wormed his way into your heart so easily. You trusted him with everything you had. But you were so scared that if Eddie saw you, all of you, he would decide you weren’t good enough anymore, that you weren’t enough.
It wasn’t long after Eddie had whispered in your ear that you were pushing your half eaten lunch away from you, standing up from your seat. “I need to talk to Mrs. Highland about making up a test,” you mumbled into Eddie’s ear, pressing a gentle kiss to cheek. He opened his mouth to speak, to question you about why you were leaving so suddenly, but you were already nearly out the door.
You carefully avoided him the rest of the day — taking long detours around areas you knew he frequented. You even went so far as to pretend you didn’t see him while talking to Robin between classes, unable to miss the hurt on his face. It broke your heart to know that you made him feel that way. But you didn’t know how to talk to him about this.
However, much to your chagrin, that kind, wonderful boyfriend of yours waiting for you at your locker at the end of the day, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Sweetheart, what’s going on? Did I do something wrong?”
The confusion swirling in his big brown eyes had tears welling in yours as you shook your head, “No, ’m sorry,” you mumbled, tucking yourself under his chin as his arms wrapped around you.
“What happened, my love?” He cooed, pressing his lips to your forehead.
“Nothin’, just got in my head,” you sighed, willing away the tears that gathered in your bottom lashes. He looked suspicious, but let it go to tuck you back into his embrace, steering you out of the school — books and homework forgotten in your locker.
The ride to his trailer was quiet, comfortably so, with Eddie’s hand on your thigh, gently kneading the muscle through your jeans. It was something he had always done, his hands never straying from your body for too long. But today the sight made you feel sick to your stomach.
In your head, you could see that same beautiful, veined hand with thick, golden fingers, adorned with clunky metal rings on another girls thigh — a much smaller and daintier leg belonging to a girl more beautiful and more deserving the place in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van and in in his heart. If he noticed your silent suffering, he didn’t show it while he drove; Iron Maiden played softly while Eddie hummed along per usual.
It wasn’t until you’d gotten into Eddie’s trailer that he said anything — something entirely out of character for him — but you were too in your head to notice. “Alright, baby, time to tell good ol’ Eddie what’s bothering you. Because I can see those tears from here, and I’ve seen them in your eyes since lunch. Fess up babe,” he rambled, his tone light, but you knew him too well.
You could see the way his hands shook as he rubbed them on the outside of his pants, pulling off his Dio vest and leather jacket as he spoke, his voice wavering on hysterical; he was anxious. The tears you had swallowed came back with a vengeance, immediately slipping down your cheeks as he gasped.
“No, no, no, my love! I don’t want you to cry! Just please tell me what I’ve done and I’ll—“
“You d-didn’t do a-anything, Eds,” you stuttered through the tears, “I’m j-just sensitive is all, a-almost my period,” you lied, and Eddie’s frown deepened, taking two steps toward you to catch your face in his hands.
“Princess, light of my life, I know you’re lying to me,” he whispered, brushing a thumb over your cheek to wipe away a tear. You shook your head, trying to deny his accusations, but you couldn’t force another lie out of your mouth even when you tried. “Oh. I think I know,” he trailed off.
“Eds really, I’m okay, I just am having a rough day and I don’t—“
“No, baby, I should have put it together earlier. When Missy was wearing Jeff’s shirt at lunch, I saw the look on your face. I’m sorry I’ve never given you one of my shirts to wear, I just never thought about it. But I swear, princess, I want to see it.”
Ice ran through your veins at his words. You tried to protest — you really did — but somehow you ended up in the tight bathroom of Eddie’s trailer, struggling to pull his shirt over yourself as tears streamed down your face silently. It was tight and uncomfortable as you struggled, the enclosed space making your skin sticky as you fought the fabric.
Your reflection in the mirror made you feel sick — his shirt looked like a crop top on you. The soft skin of your tummy hanging out the bottom, and the white material was stretched thin across your chest, making your breasts look somehow larger than they were.
“Sweetheart, let me in, I wanna see you,” Eddie’s voice called out sweetly.
You couldn’t contain the sob that forced itself out of your chest. The thought of Eddie seeing you like this made you wish his bathroom had a window you could fit out of, so you could simply disappear instead of having to face him like this.
“No, Eddie, you can’t come in,” you choked out, and he went silent for a second before the doorknob started twisting.
“Why are you crying, sweetheart? What’s wrong? Are you okay? Please let me in,” he begged.
You tried to keep the words in, but the earnest tone of his voice tore them out of your mouth before you could stop them, “Missy was wearing Jeff’s shirt and she looked so cute and so small and I know I’ll never look like her. I shouldn’t even be with you Eddie, you’re so beautiful, you deserve someone as beautiful as you are — like Chrissy or Jennifer — and I don’t know why you even want to be with someone like me.”
“Sweetheart just open the door,” he pleaded.
“No, just give me a minute and let me change and just drop it okay? You don’t wanna see me like this, just please go away,” you whimpered softly.
His frantic pulling on the doorknob stopped for a second, followed by a tiny, almost imperceptible click, and then the door was swinging open to reveal your boyfriend, lock pick in hand.
Time seemed to slow as he stared at you, his eyes going wide and his jaw falling open in shock as he looked at you. Every insult you’d ever heard came flooding back through your mind as you tried to prepare yourself for Eddie’s inevitable disgust.
“Eddie please just go,” you begged, crossing your arms over your stomach to hide from him. You tried not to choke on a sob as he stared at you, frozen in the doorway, expression unreadable in his eyes. “I-I’m sorry, I’ll take it off, I’m sorry I stretched it out and I’ll give you the money to make a new one; just please don’t-don’t leave me because I look—“
Your words seemed to snap him out of his daze, his eyes zeroing in on your face as his eyebrows furrowed. “Baby, I don’t know why you’re apologizing,” he said quietly, straightening himself out and taking careful steps toward you.
You sagged in defeat as he moved toward you, “Because I’m fat, Eddie and I ruined your shirt and I’m not good enough for you and I’m too selfish to let you go when I know you deserve better than me. But I’ll try! I’ll try for you, I swear I will, I love you so much, I’ll lose some weight, just please—“
“Don’t.” Eddie said firmly, crowding you into the corner of the bathroom, his hands on your cheeks as he stood over you. “Do not say another mean word about yourself, or change a single hair on your pretty little head. I love you, exactly as you are.”
“You don’t mean that,” you hiccuped softly, curling in on yourself.
“Hey, look at me baby,” he ordered. You turned your eyes up at him slowly, “You are perfect. God I mean, look at you.”
Tears started falling again as you felt the weight of his words settle on you. “Just look at yourself,” your parents would say, grinding your self confidence into powder under their heels.
“I’m sorry,” you whimpered sadly.
Eddie sighed, grabbing your hand in one of his, placing it on his bulge without a word. The shock of his action stunning you into silence, effectively stopping your tears. A sweet smile spread across his face as you looked up at him in confusion before he was bending down to press a kiss to your forehead, “The only thing you have to be sorry about is saying all those nasty things about my girl. Shit baby, if I would have known how goddamn sexy under those baggy shirts, I would have burned all your other clothes before this.”
“Stop, it’s not funny,” you whined, turning away from him, but his hand caught your chin, fingers digging into your cheeks as he forced you to look into his eyes.
“Princess, I’m not joking,” he said seriously, “I thought I was fucking dreaming when I opened the door. Seeing you standing here in nothing but your jeans and my shirt? I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.”
“But Eddie it’s so small on me, I look so—“
“God that’s the best fuckin’ part babe,” he groaned, “I didn’t know I needed to see you in a tight little crop top, but you are so… Fuck, you put those cheerleaders to shame, angel.”
You could feel your face heating up under his heady gaze — the look in his eyes was dark and nearly feral. He looked hungry; hungry for you.
“My pretty little baby,” he cooed, closing the gap between the two of you, letting his chest brush against yours, “Doesn’t even know how perfect she is, hm? Guess I need to treat my girl better; don’t I?”
“N-no, you’re perfect, Eds,” you sighed as he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, planting sloppy kisses along the skin.
“No, princess, you’re perfect. I can’t believe I’ve never gotten you in my clothes before, never gotten you naked before, I’m such an idiot,” he huffed, hands beginning to wander over the exposed skin of your tummy. “God, I love your fuckin’ skin. As soon as I touch it it’s like electricity is running through me. Always wanted to know what you felt like, bare under my hands,” he slurred, his hands moving to cup your breasts. “And your tits? Fuck, sweetheart — I love your tits, y’know that? They’re fuckin’ heavenly.”
“Eddie,” you whined, letting your head drop back onto the small, square bathroom window. Eddie’s hands were lighting a fire in your veins.
“Am I allowed to pick you up, my pretty girl?” Eddie asked softly, “Because I wanna take you to bed so bad, sweetheart. Fuck you so good, make you cum till you’re crying and forget all those mean things you think about yourself. Wanna fill that pretty pussy and keep you all fucked out and cockdrunk in my bed. Can I do that? Will you let me take you to bed, and fuck you like I’ve been dying to for ages now?”
“Eddie, I don’t know if you can—” you whispered, but you were cut off by Eddie’s hands digging into the plush skin of your thighs before lifting you off the ground easily.
You yelped, wrapping your arms around his neck and threading your fingers into his hair. “My tiny little thing thinks I’m some sort of weakling? Can’t hold up my precious girl? I really haven’t been treatin’ you like you deserve, sweetheart,” he mumbled into your neck, as your thighs wrapped around his waist.
He managed to squeeze you both out of the small bathroom before crossing the distance to his bed and dropping you unceremoniously. You hit the mattress with a gasp, feeling dazed as the room spun slightly.
When you were able to refocus your gaze, all you could see was him, hovering at the end of the bed — your mouth beginning to water as you stared at his heaving chest. He’d pulled his shirt off in the few moments you’d been dazed — the patch of dark hair that trailed from his bellybutton to the hem of his pants pulled your focus immediately.
God you’d never wanted him so bad in your life. You wanted to devour him, feel his cock unhinging your jaw and lodging itself into your throat — but you also wanted him inside you, desperately. You’d cum with his name on your lips as you fucked yourself into oblivion night after night in the safety of your sheets, thinking about his long, thick cock splitting you open.
“Eddie, please,” you groaned, your eyes rolling back in your head as you squirmed on his bed. The ache in your cunt was making your brain hazy with need.
“Just gimme a minute, sweetheart, I gotta burn this image into my head. Gonna think about you like this for the rest of my fuckin’ life, like fuck, babe, you’re the goddamn dream,” he groaned, grabbing your ankle, lifting it up to his cheek, nuzzling into the sliver of skin between the hem of your jeans and the top of your shoe before pressing a soft kiss there. “I’m gonna treat you right, sweetheart, but I gotta know if you’re okay with this first. Because I don’t ever, ever, wanna make you feel uncomfortable. If you say stop, I’ll stop, no questions asked, but baby please, I gotta see you, all of you.” You responded with a single nod, the words dying in your throat as he stared at you from behind his fluttering eyelashes. His pupils were blown wide with lust, and you could have sworn you had never felt more desired in your life. “None of that, I need words, princess. Tell me that this is okay, and I’ll spend the rest of the night worshiping you like you deserve.”
You thought for a moment about every interaction you’d ever had with Eddie, trying to come up with a single reason you shouldn’t trust him with all of you. When you came up woefully short, all you could do was whisper a small, “I trust you.”
A near feral groan coming out of his chest as his head snapped back, his shoulders sagging in relief. “Fuck,” he moaned sinfully, “You’re gonna make me blow my load in my pants if you keep talking like that,” he smirked, making you giggle. “Now, let’s get my princess out of these clothes.”
You bit back a sigh as he pulled the shoe off your foot slowly, letting it drop to the floor next to him before peeling off the sock. The feeling made you shiver as his fingers ran over the sensitive skin of your foot, tracing the tendons and veins lightly — almost as if to commit it to memory — before putting your ankle onto his shoulder and grabbing your other leg, repeating the action of pulling off your shoe and sock. As soon as he placed the other foot on his shoulder, he was dropping to his knees at the foot of the bed, hands running up the covered expanse of your legs gently.
“I’m gonna take your pants off now baby, is that okay?” He asked, looking up at you from between your legs.
The sight made you sigh, only being able to let out a breathy “Yeah,” in response to his question. He grinned, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your jeans, taking his time to unbutton and unzip your pants torturously slow before finally beginning to strip you of them — leaving you covered only by the thin strip of maroon lace, barely hiding your pussy from his heavy gaze.
You half expected him to dive into your cunt face first based on the look in his eyes, but Eddie’s hands splayed out across your exposed skin, silent as he kneaded at your naked flesh, watching how the dimpled skin reacted under his purposeful movements. He crawled up your body slowly, dragging his mouth across your soft skin before resting his chin on your stomach, his hands buried underneath you to grab at your ass.
“I’m mad at you,” he mumbled, dropping his forehead, mouthing at the plump skin of your belly and tracing his tongue along your stretch marks, “Been hiding this from me for so long, s’mean, baby. Keeping these thighs, and this tummy, and your pretty pussy away from me? Not anymore, nuh uh, not gonna let you hide anymore. Not now that I know I’ve got the prettiest baby in the universe.”
You felt your face heat up at his words, the argument on the tip of your tongue, but the words were stolen from your mouth when Eddie’s mouth attached itself to your cunt as he sucked on the thin material of your panties lewdly. The ghost of pressure on your clit made you jolt, a shiver running down your spine.
“Oh, my baby is so worked up,” he cooed softy, placing a chaste kiss on your pubic bone before crawling up the bed to lay on the pillows. You stared at him in confusion as he got himself comfortable, his eyes meeting yours before he smirked. “Don’t be shy now, come sit on my face.”
You sputtered for a few seconds, unable to process the words that had just come out of his mouth. “Eddie, you-you can’t I mean-I’m too—“
He simply sighed and grabbed your wrist, pulling you on top of him with nearly no effort, his eyes narrowed as your knees slotted over his thin waist. “You say another word about this body — this fucikn’ amazing, sexy, unbelievable body of yours that I love and worship — I will have no choice but to punish you, got it?” You nodded solemnly at the seriousness of his tone, making the pretty smile you were used to grow on his face. “Now be a good girl and sit on my face.”
Good girl. The words burned through you like lightning, and you knew you’d do almost anything to hear them again. Especially falling out of his mouth sounding like honey and the promise of forever — of more. So you swallowed the protest that threatened to escape you and shuffled up his body until your knees were planted on both sides of his head.
“That’s right sweetheart, now just sit,” he commanded, pulling your panties to the side with his thumb and slamming your hips down onto his face with his arm wrapped around your back.
The sensation was almost too much to handle, his warm, wet tongue licking a fat stripe up your cunt, circling your clit with his tongue before dragging the appendage back through your folds slowly to tease at your opening. You couldn’t stop your hips from rocking against his ministrations, both your hands burying themselves in his hair, earning a groan. “Fuck, Eddie,” you moaned.
“Fuck baby, you taste so good,” he groaned into you, the vibrations zinging through you, setting your nerves alight.
“Eddie-fuck!” you choked out a yelp, your thighs tightening around his head as your hips moved of their own volition. You could barely focus on a single sensation at once, Eddie’s hands were everywhere — on your ass, running up your exposed thighs, pawing at your tits that were still covered by the too small Hellfire shirt.
You now understood why girls would rave about getting eaten out by their boyfriends — his mouth on your cunt felt like heaven. You almost couldn’t remember why you’d never done it before, because the sounds he was making as he ate you, the way he touched you, and the way he made you feel was intoxicating. You felt sexy and powerful in a way you’d never felt before, especially with how he spoke to you.
“Come on pretty baby, cum on my face, lemme hear those sweet noises you make just for me,” Eddie hissed before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking harshly, ripping the orgasm from you forcefully as you wailed and shook in his hold.
The sensation of your orgasm tearing through you had you losing all sense of reality. You felt like you were flying, or dying, or both at the same time, and you never wanted it to end. “Fuck, daddy, ’sgood,” you mumbled, unable to stop the word from coming out of your mouth.
You didn’t even realize you had said it until you were flipped onto your back with Eddie in your face, eyes dark and full of ravenous lust. “What did you say?” he ground out through gritted teeth. You shook your head, tears welling in your vision as you tried to think of an excuse. “My pretty baby, still needs to learn how to use her words,” he sighed before pushing your knees up to your chest, slotting himself between them. “That's okay, I’ll teach you.”
Without warning, and without a second of hesitation, he was ripping the thin lace nearly to shreds and pushing a finger into your warmth, grinning sadistically when your eyes rolled back. His pace was slow and brutal, pulling out all the way before slipping back in in perfect measured strokes, as if he was keeping time in his head to some unknown song devised purely to drive you insane.
“That’s right, take my fingers like a good girl,” he smirked, adding another finger without losing his rhythm. You could feel every ridge and bump of his fingers, the cool metal of his ring touching your spread open warmth made heat flare in your belly as you could barely breathe let alone function with his relentless pace, and each measured thrust of his fingers made your brain grow fuzzier. “Now tell me again what you said baby and I’ll reward you.”
The promise of more had you folding easily as you panted a soft, “Daddy, please,” arching your back and rutting your hips into his perfectly measured thrusts. You were rewarded with Eddie’s teeth sinking into the meat of your thigh, another wave of arousal running through you. Your face burned with shame as you heard the wet sound of his fingers slamming into you.
“You like that, don’t you? You like when daddy’s a little mean, hm?” he teased softly, pulling his fingers all the way out of you, staring at your pussy as it fluttered. “You want me back in there, don’t you baby? Your little hole is desperate to get filled isn’t it?” he asked, making you nod as you bit your lip to stop from begging. “Don’t worry princess, daddy’s got you. Just gimme a second, gotta make sure you’re all ready for me,” he grinned.
“Eddie, please, I need you to—“ you started to beg, but Eddie shushed you with another sharp nip to your inner thigh, pulling an embarrassingly high pitched moan out of you.
“Don’t rush me, angel. I’m a tactile learner, and I need a moment to acquaint myself with my new earmuffs before I ruin that pretty hole of yours, got it?” he said firmly. His casual tone made you clench around nothing, feeling more wetness seep out of you onto your thighs. You nodded, sinking back onto his pillow as you tried to catch your breath.
He hummed happily, sitting back on his heels to look at you again, “I can’t get enough baby, I’m sorry, I just—fuck you’re so pretty,” he rambled, “I don’t understand why you’d ever think you’re anything less than perfection. I mean, shit baby, you’re a fuckin’ goddess. My own personal Aphrodite,” he smiled, kissing the inside of your knee.
His impassioned words made you shiver and squirm, and you could feel your arousal pooling on the sheet under you. You knew Eddie had a way with words, but you never expected him to be able to break through years of self deprecation and insecurities with a few compliments.
But even more so than his words was the way Eddie held you and touched you. His fingers trailed over your stretch marks like they were paint strokes of a priceless work of art, and his mouth moved over your skin as if he was savoring the taste of something expensive. It was addicting to feel so loved and wanted — Eddie was addicting.
Ever since the first time you’d met, you realized he had entirely invaded your mind. You hadn’t spent a single day not thinking of him, always finding a reason to be with him or even just talk to him on the phone. Eddie had you — hook, line, and sinker.
“I love you, Eddie,” you sighed, his hands coming to a stop on your stomach.
The next thing you knew he was hovering inches above your face, his eyes glassy as his guitar pick hit your chin, “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it baby, because I’ll really get my hopes up if you do and that would just break my heart if you don’t—“ he started rambling, but you cut him off with a soft hand on his cheek.
“I mean it, Eddie. I love you. I’m sorry I’ve been too scared to say it,” you smiled softly, feeling a tear hit your face. A shred of guilt bubbled in your gut as he stared into his eyes — he had made it clear when he told you he loved you a few weeks prior that he wasn’t expecting you to say it back until you were ready. And you hadn’t been — until now.
“Fuck, princess, I love you. You’re mine now. Mine forever. I’m never letting you go. You look like this and you love me? Never letting anyone take you away from me, baby,” he breathed, crushing his lips to yours firmly. You could taste the tang of your essence on his tongue as it invaded your mouth, his hands pushing under his Hellfire shirt.
He pulled back with a soft smile, kissing the tip of your nose before peeling the shirt off, his eyes going wide as he studied you. You watched his eyes move over every inch of you, no curve or dimple going unseen by him.
“Jesus Christ. I have to be dead. No way in hell God is letting you walk around dripping in pure sin,” he mumbled, mostly to himself. It would have made you giggle if it didn’t make your mouth dry and fanned the flames of desire in your gut.
“Eddie, please,” you sighed, hooking your heels around his waist, pulling him closer to you.
“Gimme a minute, sweetheart. I’m discovering a new religion,” he groaned, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth before sinking back into his position between your spread thighs, “And I’ve found my place of divine worship,” he smirked before burying his face in your cunt.
The sounds he was making bordered on obscene, but you weren’t much better. The high pitched breathy whines leaving your mouth would have made you embarrassed a few hours ago, but now, you couldn’t feel anything but love and desire. It wrapped around you, filling you with a warmth that only Eddie could provide.
The way he devoured you was different — the first time was fueled by a desire to tease, but this was ravenous. His eyes were rolled back as he lapped at your cunt messily, grunts and moans coming out of his mouth. His arm pinned your hips to the mattress, not letting you move an inch as his free hand toyed with your nipples lazily. The feeling of the cold chain on his wrist pressing into your soft tummy and the cold metal buckle of his watch on your hipbone kept you grounded.
“Don’t fight me, angel, let me make you feel good,” he slurred into your pussy, eyes half closed as he pulled back. “Gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart. Gonna make you feel so good,” he sighed, slipping his fingers back into your cunt with a moan, the cold of his metal rings meeting your cunt made you flinch. “See, I belong in here, she opens up for me so sweetly. Squeezin’ me so tight like she never wants to let me go. Made for me, princess. You were made for me, little bunny. I always knew you were, but now I know for sure.”
It was almost embarrassing how fast your orgasm was coming, but you could feel it building quickly. “Fuck, daddy, please,” you cried out, grabbing his forearm where it sat across your hipbones.
“That’s right baby, cum for me. Give me your blessing,” he smirked, his fingers crooking upwards, slamming into the spot that only he seemed to be able to find, and you came apart with a scream.
You felt like you couldn’t breathe let alone think, your whole body being ripped at the seams and put back together again and again, galaxies appearing in your vision and you almost understood what Eddie was talking about. You couldn’t form coherent words as you were blinded by your orgasm, only managing to mumble out a broken, “Please don’t leave,” through the tears.
“My sweet crybaby, I’m not going anywhere. I’m keeping you forever. No one will ever compare to you,” he whispered in your ear, continuing to work his fingers inside you. “Do you think you can take more, sweet girl? Or are you done for today—“
“No! Please, Eddie, I need you to fuck me,” you sobbed, nails digging into his shoulders, “I just need a second, that’s all. I want you, please.”
“Shit baby, you don’t need to beg,” Eddie laughed, kissing your forehead before pulling his fingers out of you with a groan. Through bleary eyes you could see Eddie take his fingers into his mouth, his eyes rolling back as he sucked them clean with a moan, “Fuck, angel. I’ll never get enough of how you taste. So sweet, and all for me.”
The sheer possessiveness in Eddie’s voice made you melt, a shiver running through you as he stared into your eyes, the warm brown a tiny ring around the dark black irises blown wide. “Please, Eddie, I want you to fuck me,” you pleaded, grabbing his hands.
“If you insist, baby,” he cooed gently, rolling onto his back next to you. You heard the clink of his belt coming undone, the handcuff buckle that made your head spin giving way under his dexterous fingers. You hadn’t realized you were transfixed by him, the way his fingers moved to unbutton his pants and drag the zipper down slowly before unceremoniously shoving his jeans and boxers down his long, lean legs, making you clench your thighs together with a whine. His cock sprang free and slapped against his stomach, tip already leaking.
“See something you like, princess?” he asked, making you nod wordlessly, “Good, because I’ve been painfully hard since I saw you in the bathroom, and truthfully I don’t know how long I’m gonna last baby. Your pussy tastes too good, and you’re just too damn beautiful.”
You moaned again, throwing your head back onto his pillow, choosing to ignore his chuckle as he sat between your open legs. You hummed happily feeling him part your pussy lips gently, gasping as you felt the tip of his cock drag through your folds, jolting when you felt the wet bead of pre cum on your clit. “Don’t be mean,” you pouted, opening your eyes to see Eddie smirking down at you.
“My sweet bunny, this isn’t mean,” he laughed, shaking his head, “But you like it a little mean, don’t you?”
You opened your mouth to argue with him, the words caught in your throat with a choke as the head of his cock pushed into your opening, a deep groan taking its place, “Fuck, Eddie.”
“While I do love hearing you moan my name, I rather enjoy the name you lovingly bestowed upon me,” he grinned, inching his hips forward another fraction of an inch before stopping. “Say it again, and I’ll give you what you want, princess.”
You gave in instantly, a warbley, “Please, daddy, I’ll do anything,”coming out of your mouth. The delicious burn of his thick cock splitting you open was more than you had imagined. You knew he’d be a stretch, he’d barely fit in your throat and you knew none of the toys you had hidden in your nightstand were as thick as he was.
“God, you’re just so good for me, sweetheart,” he groaned, rewarding your obedience by pushing himself forward slowly, your velvety walls opening up for him. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, silently slipping down the sides of your cheeks, disappearing into your hair. “I love you, my little crybaby,” he cooed, “I know you like it when I’m mean, so don’t try to lie to me. And I’m only gonna ask you this once. Do you want me to be nice, or do you want me to fuck you how I feel my girl needs to be fucked?” You couldn’t do anything but nod dumbly, making him laugh. “I thought so. It’s okay baby, let daddy take care of you.”
With that, he pushed himself all the way in, stealing the air from your lungs and whatever remaining thoughts you had as he did. You lost control of the moans coming out of your mouth, each one more strangled and desperate than the last, and you couldn’t think of anything but Eddie — the way he felt on top of you, the dark black ink that marked his chest, the toe curling pressure of his cock forcing its way into you, and the light catching the sparkly red pick he always kept around his neck swaying back and forth with the time of his thrusts.
But what consumed you was Eddie’s moans. The deep, guttural, raspy moans that sounded like music as they poured out of his throat, veins protruding from his bared neck as the ends of his frizzy hair tickled your skin. You wanted to sink your teeth into the pale expanse, marking him as yours for everyone to see, your mouth nearly watering at the idea.
“I’m not gonna last baby,” he groaned, sounding strained as he squeezed your joined hands, pressed firmly against the mattress, “Where do you want me to cum, sweetheart?”
“Inside,” you whined out, clenching around him at the thought of it as your legs tightened around his waist, locking him against you. The loud, desperate moan that came out of him seared itself into your brain as his hips stuttered to a stop, his pelvis pressed against yours as you felt his cock pulsing inside you, along with the warmth of his cum flooding into you. You didn’t fight the moan of your own at the sensation, feeling your skin tingle with sweat as you teetered on the brink of a third orgasm.
“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop myself,” he panted, his hips jolting every few seconds making you yelp when he ground down onto your sensitive clit, “You can’t just say shit like that and expect me not to lose it angel,” he sighed, pulling out of you with a hiss.
You whined loudly, catching his attention as you reached out for him, your hands burying in his hair as your arms wrapped around his neck.
“What do you need, sweet pea?” he asked, kissing the tears off your cheeks, “Do you need to cum again or are you too overstimulated?” he questioned softly. You couldn’t find the words to respond, only coming up with another desperate whine and a roll of your hips against his softening cock. He grinned victoriously, “That’s my dumb little baby, bein’ so desperate for me even though it hurts so good, doesn’t it?” You nodded solemnly, more tears leaking out of your eyes as you did. “I’ve got you, don’t worry princess.”
His fingers on your clit brought spots to your vision, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as you gasped and writhed against him, unable to focus on anything but the sensation of his fingers on you, and the look of absolute love and devotion in his eyes. “Kiss me,” you gasped.
The next thing you knew, his tongue was in your mouth and your body was convulsing against his hold, the rings on his fingers biting into your skin as he squeezed you impossibly closer to him with one hand and the other rubbed quick, harsh circles on your sensitive clit.
You went boneless against him, fully spent as you came down from your third high. You vaguely registered Eddie’s body moving off the bed and the sound of water running before his hands — his annoyingly pretty, devastatingly talented hands, were rubbing circles into the skin of your inner thighs with a soft washcloth before throwing it somewhere and settling himself beside you.
“You doing okay there, honey?” he asked, kissing your cheek as he maneuvered you into his lap, head resting on his chest as you laid between his open legs. “Did I go too hard?” You shook your head, giving him a soft, dazed smile.
“You were perfect Eddie,” you sighed, letting yourself relax against him, kissing the spider tattoo on his chest making him shiver and laugh.
“No, you got it wrong baby, you are perfect. Jesus Christ, letting me cum inside you and taking three orgasms like a goddamn champ? I swear you were fuckin’ made for me,” Eddie sighed dreamily, making you laugh. After a few moments of silence, he tensed and began stuttering, “I-uh-do have to ask though. A-are you, like, you know—“
“Yes, babe, I am on the pill. We don’t need any little Munson’s showing up before we even graduate,” you laughed, his body sagging in relief.
“Oh fuck, Jesus, you’re the best. I love you so fuckin’ much it should be criminal,” he sighed, kissing the top of your head.
“I love you too, Eddie.”
You sat in silence for a moment, before Eddie groaned, “Seriously though, princess. I’m gonna need you to buy a pair of shorts like, immediately. But you can not wear them to school because I will have to bend you over a desk and fuck you in front of everyone so they all know you’re mine.”
“I mean… I should still have my scoops ahoy uniform from last summer at my house? I could bring it next time—“
Eddie slunk out from under you, on his feet and pulling on his jeans before you could blink. You stared at him, mouth open as he gathered your discarded clothes and threw them to you, “Nope we’re gonna go get it now, because I need to see this.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fluff#stranger things smut#stranger things fluff#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fanfiction#stranger things fic#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fanfiction#eddie munson x plus size reader
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26. bi. nsfw blog!
I’m (saint) sun. boygirlthing (any pronouns). bi. sub.
super nsfw / heavy cw. 18+ only. minors dni !! you will be blocked.
taken/owned 💞 and not looking thank u!! but asks are always welcome
If you need anything specific tagged don’t b afraid to ask!!
more info / kink list below
main kinks:
heirophilia / religion /sacrilege / blasphemy / divinity
degrading / humiliation / objectification
bimbofication / dumbification
edging / light denial
knife play
object insertion
cnc / somno
breeding (no preg)
free use
intox
bdsm
+ more
regarding heirophilia kink -
I am in fact a deconstructed catholic, I grew up heavily religious and this kink is part of dealing with a lot of catholic guilt / religious trauma as a queer person. I respect people who practice faith and believe as long as they respect everyone! if u don’t like this pls block rather than reporting! also priest are just hot I’m sorry!
HARD LIMITS!!
scat, inc*st, p*dophilia, b*astiality, pregnancy
my tags: - sunny.txt = my posts
- sun stuff = post about my life usually non horny
- sunny.jpg = my photos / me
- sunfilms = my photography
- suncore = things I vibe w aesthetically
- bug = my gf
DNI - basic criteria, no racists, terfs, misogynists, anyone anti lgbtq+
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❝ transparent soul,
i can see right through, just so you know.
╌╌╌╌╌╌ 【 ꜱ ᴘ ᴏ ɴ ꜱ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ ᴅ 】 ╌╌╌╌╌╌
‹ 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒊𝒕 ›
• ❛ SAKURAGI❜ @the sabbath event ; gauges rigged for female swallow gauged ears.
‹ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ›
• ❛ ESMEE ❜ @ladybird ; bom eyeshadow for evox, 11 shades.
• ❛ NIGHTMARE ❜ @repulse ; lelutka, catwa, genus & bom eyes.
• ❛ YOUBELONGTOME ❜ @viena ; bom bitemark & blood layers.
• ❛ DAILY CARD - MAJOR ARCANA ❜ @sacrilege ; mesh holdable card, 22 textures.
• ❛ GOTH GF ❜ @vermilion ; top & gloves rigged for ebody reborn + waifu.
╌╌╌╌╌╌╌ 【 ᴄ ʀ ᴇ ᴅ ɪ ᴛ ꜱ 】 ╌╌╌╌╌╌╌
ʻ 𝘨 𝘦 𝘯 𝘦 𝘵 𝘪 𝘤 𝘴
head - ceylon 3.1 @lelutka.
lashes - ‘flutter’ @void.
body - ebody : reborn @ebody reborn store.
hair - ‘L1025’ @tram.
ʻ 𝘤 𝘰 𝘴 𝘮 𝘦 𝘵 𝘪 𝘤 𝘴
moles - ‘metronomy kit’ @veltica.
freckles - ‘simple freckle pack’ @okkbye.
ʻ 𝘢 𝘤 𝘤 𝘦 𝘴 𝘴 𝘰 𝘳 𝘪 𝘦 𝘴
bandaid - ‘misaki’ @minuit x litten.
pocky - ‘pewky’ @pewpew!
tats - ‘daruka’ @dappa. + ‘haunted’ @evermore.
ʻ 𝘢 𝘱 𝘱 𝘢 𝘳 𝘦 𝘭
bra - ‘bunsnug’ [modded] @crybunbun.
ʻ 𝘴 𝘦 𝘵
pose - ‘darcy’ [modified] @babyboo.
#―𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴#secondlife#secondlifeblog#secondlifeblogger#secondlifephotography#secondlifeedit#secondlifetumblr#sl#slblog#slphotography#slblogger#slblogging#metaverse
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The thing about cooking for someone else's family is it's intimidating but. You can cheat. They don't know your old family recipes. They don't know if mawmaw's derby pie was better or if no one makes nibbles like granny did or if you took the nuts out of the Hershey bar pie even tho that's sacrilege bc you love your gf and she doesn't like nuts. They don't know!! You can cheat.
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Welcome to our blog!
We'll be using this alt account to talk about system stuff generally, as opposed to the alts some members have to post about their own things. So first, I'll put together a list and short bio for every member of Prismalite system, in order of appearance, as well as the emojis we'll use to indicate who's talking in a post! If an age is not listed in the bio, the member is approx. the same age as the body. (21)
💎 Garnet: Host and originator. 5'2" 21 y/o She/They lesbian vampire, happily taken. Likes: Her gf, little treats, and games. Blogs: @gemofanenby (SFW) and @gayestgoodestgirl (NSFW 18+ only!)
🌈 Opal: She/They AroAce, relatively weak shapeshifter. Likes: Character creators, trying new things, and occasionally stealing treats/food from whoever's fronting at the moment. Blog: @opalescentflowers (SFW)
⚔️ Cass: 6'7" She/They/He Nonbinary butch lesbian. Human (mostly, her eyes turn gold in moments of high emotion for some reason) Likes: Hardcore music, fellow dykes, historical weapons, and sacrilege. Blog: @sacreligiousbutch (NSFW 18+ only!)
🍑 Peaches: 4'8" She/It/Pup puppygirl. Shifter with 3 forms; demihuman (dog ears and tail), Werewolf, and Puppy (almost completely dog, nonverbal but still sentient) Likes: Physical affection, praise, and being really horny. Blog: @puppywithapeach (NSFW 18+ only!)
👁️ Xavolitas: It/Its Ancient, incomprehensible... thing. (Imagine like, Hermaeus Mora from skyrim mixed with fractals) Strongly dislikes the sensations of being in a human body so almost never fronts. Blog: @youreverydayimmortal (SFW)
💾 [AC-FM7-4038]: 5'7" She/It service android. ID (name) is short for "Android Chassis - Feminine Model #7 - 4038 (unit number)" but doesn't mind being called just AC for short. Likes: nerdy jokes, assisting people, and being friendly. Blog: @robotgirlpowercells (mostly SFW but some NSFW so 18+ only!)
🪵 Grimm: 8' It/They monster, bulky and werewolf-like, has horns/antlers, and its real mouth is hidden in its black fur so at first glance, it looks like the white mask it wears is its actual face. Very calm and quiet, but protective. Likes: quiet affection, the woods, and not being expected to talk much. Blog: @grimmsforest
💧 Blue: Any/All pronouns Slime. Normal form is a knee-height slime (shaped like a terraria slime or similar), translucent and dark blue with a hint of purple dichroism. Human form is androgynous and humanoid with slightly goopy translucent blue hair. Very bouncy, stimmy, and friendly. Blog: @androgynousblueslime
�� Lucien: 6'0" He/Him Demon (Yes, from hell. I know it's a lil angsty but that's sorta his thing) Very dark red... "skin" with glowing reddish-orange eyes and teeth. Has short horns and a tail, no wings. Rather abrasive usually, but the rest of us keep him in check. Very aggressive (He formed when the host was listening to DOOM music lmao) but honestly quite sweet at heart.
🪡 Patch: Shapeshifting Any/All pronouns... thing? Its neutral form is a child-sized doll and/or puppet, taking design inspiration from pierrot and harlequin clowns, historical porcelain dolls, and the daycare attendant from FNAF (has nothing to do with the series though). They're even more physically expressive and stimmy than Blue, and somewhat childlike in personality (but not a minor). Enjoys being unsettling and creepy, but isn't malicious. Likes: Horror, gymnastics, and cookies
🎼 Dulcet: She/They Nonbinary, Unsure about appearance, likes to be very chill and casual. Enjoys listening to music and podcasts. Wears a green hoodie and has purple eyes. Blog: @prismalitedulcet
💫Senn: Any/All, They seem to have a role as some sort of an archivist or knowledge-keeper for the system, aware of subconscious things in more detail the rest of us usually aren't. They may also have some level of control over dreams, but they can't really control it yet. As for appearance, what we know so far is that they have 5 eyes, more than one set of arms, and dresses with a star motif
❓ Unsure/In Between/Blurred: Used to indicate when we're unsure who's fronting/speaking.
❗ New/Unnamed Member: Self-explanatory; used to indicate a new member who hasn't settled on a name yet.
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SO BASICALLY I ship johnkat so loyally because my teenage self identified with john more than I ever had with any other character before (a very strong kin, before kinning was a common fandom word), and I had a crush on karkat because I unconsciously saw my dream partner in him: someone absolutely overflowing with love and devotion to give, whose special interest is romance, who falls in love with john so hard and so quickly and adores him for all the qualities he claims to hate (because--he says--"I NEVER HATED YOU." so what else could it be but love?). How I wanted a Karkat! Someone to love me with everything they have, the whole of their being! I tried to force it so hard on my then-love. It hastened the end of our already deteriorating relationship (and I'm glad for it, even though I'm embarrassed by just how desperately I tried to get her to just read Homestuck, please I'll do anything, even one page a day will satisfy me, you promised and you won't do it even though you know how much it means to me, please please please!!!)
Now that I'm an adult and have my dream partner, I understand how I was neglected and starved for care and I understand how those qualities I saw in Karkat would translate into a relationship for John as I see him, and why I was drawn to that. All I knew then was that it made me very, very happy to see them interact (it still does!), but I was very, very picky about my characterization in fandom (I still am).
One thing that I now have words for that I didn't then is that I wanted Karkat to be a service top! LMAO. I couldn't even admit to myself in 2011 BL fandom terms that I wanted him to be the seme. I was viruently against seme/uke terminology, because the ukes were always girlier and the semes were always more masculine which I found to be very heteronormative (not coincidentally: the exact opposite of the dynamic I was into, being, even then, soft butch and more attracted to femmes), and somehow turned that into convincing myself every pairing had to be switches or it wasn't realistic. the fact that I only liked thinking about the character I identified with being submissive meant nothing because when it came down to it, i would top too when I had sex, because everyone only wants to be the bottom, obviously, but you have to take turns. (Despite what fandom has taught me, this is not in fact the case. Tops do exist! Some people actually like being dominant and don't just do it because someone has to!) But I certainly liked the fanworks where Karkat was bigger and stronger a whole lot........
So what this boils down to is, I'm the only person in the world who thinks karkat's a strict top. Sorry to everyone for this Homestuck sacrilege. I know Karkat screams crybaby tsundere uke to the rest of the world but in him, I saw a crybaby tsundere yandere and a mommy gf.
Let me clarify: he's an obsessive-type yandere, not violent. The weirdo basically canonically stalks John, watching his whole life through the computer and falling in love with him. I think he'd just love his partner so much! I think he would worship them, and he wants them in every quadrant (LIKE A DESPERATE FOOL). he wants to be everything to and have everything in one person. It's very intense. I like how that contrasts in how breezy John is. He loves deeply, fiercely, his friends are the most important people in the world to him! But he doesn't know anything about romantic love. He has a little crush on Rose, but the first time he falls in love, with someone who loves him back - he'll fall so hard he'll never get back up.
Karkat would be there to catch him. Unconditional love from someone who understands him. He's a mommy, as much as Kanaya, just in a grumpier way. We see it in the way he grows into his role as leader. A lot of karkat's character development is accepting he's a much softer, kinder person than he thinks the world wants him to be.
Don't get me wrong - John is just as good for Karkat as Karkat does for John. I just feel like what Karkat does for john is less focused on in fandom. But john loves him so. He makes Karkat laugh. John loves so purely, effortlessly. He hands out love and kindness in a way utterly foreign to troll society. He loves all the things Karkat hates about himself and teaches Karkat to love himself in turn. Karkat does that for John, too, which is part of the process. Remember how john scrawled on the walls that he was a stupid idiot dumb kid? And Karkat of course had seen this, and responded with the most flushed of emotions, pity? Is it hard to imagine this helped him look upon himself with love instead of hate? They could change each other for the better. They could be so happy together.
Idk where I was going with this. They could be so happy together. In my head hs^2 never happened and they're soulmates sry
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Sacrilege Girlfriends in shiro & kuro lolita fashion
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Hello... I hope I'm not bothering you with this question. Long story short, I'm a young trans guy, pre t, really really trying my hardest to be stealth. I wouldn't have a problem with being openly trans, but I'm starting to become more and more of a public figure (I have an YouTube channel that's gaining traction, with my voice but not my face) and I'm at a point in my transition where having people know I'm trans and knowing that a large chunk won't see me as fully a man because of it really isn't something I like to think about. I'm told by friends and family that my manner of speaking is not feminine at all, but I'm afraid they're just saying to not make me upset. Regardless, I'd like to be safe and i want to know some tips for passing online? Like, the way I type, how I should refer to myself (I think because of how often I've seen girls refer to themselves as "dudes", that me calling myself a "dude" would out me). There's probably a lot of my paranoia going on, but a lot of people have been commenting on my videos about how my voice sounds so young and they don't believe I'm 18, and I'm really afraid that the way I react will make people... suspicious.
Sorry if I'm bothering you, but I've asked this in spaces not transmed-aligned (such as on reddit) and most of the advice was "why do you want to hide being trans!!!! just accept it uwu" so yeah. Thank you in advance!
Gonna start this off with a few warnings:
1. These tip won't work for everyone. And they aren't a set of rules. They are just tips. Whether you use them or not does not make you any more or less trans. And you don't need to follow them to prove anything about yourself.
2. Don't let anyone shame you for being stealth. There are a million and one reasons why someone would be stealth and they aren't all about safety. Sometimes its just a lotta extra effort you don't feel like exerting. You can "accept being trans" and still be stealth. Cuz being trans isn't some big statement to the world. It's just a part of who you are and it's not anyone else's business.
Now. All that said. These are a few tips I can think of:
-make jokes! When they say you sound too young for a 18 year old guy crack a joke. Or treat it very casually. I get told I'm short a lot (I'm shorter than most women) and I always say something like "hey both my siblings are tall but got terrible skin while I'm short and barely have to wash my face. So I think it's a fair trade," or "I'm the middle child so my siblings got the good genes."
When your casual or joking about things it makes the atmosphere a lot more relaxed. People don't tend to question things when you're relaxed. At the very least it'll take longer. But if your tense and nervous they're gonna start wondering why.
-on that same note. If you heard a guy with a higher voice would your first thought be that he is trans? It's not usually what people think right away. It usually takes more than just a voice to get someone to clock you.
You're a lot more likely to get clocked for washing your hands then for your voice. I'd wager your more likely to get clocked as gay before you get clocked as trans (anytime I tell people I have a gf they get shocked cuz literally everyone assumes I'm gay 😂😂😂).
-buddy. I dunno what it is about the word buddy. But I've almost never seen a women say "this buddy of mine." So using the word buddy instead of friend might help.
-dont be afraid to lie. I give this advice a lot and people treat it like sacrilege. But it's ok to lie. Say the men in your family have naturally high voices. Say even the Dr doesn't know why your voice hasn't seemed to drop. Say anything you want but just stay consistent and don't lie too much. Again, treat it casually and everyone else will just believe you. People are mirrors. If you're on edge, they're on edge. Relax and breath.
-look up videos of other adult men with high voices. Cuz there are plenty of them. This might not help you pass, but it can help with dysphoria cuz you're not alone with your higher voice.
-any follower you have that's gonna give you shit about your voice (be it because they think your trans or otherwise) isn't gonna be worth having. Don't stress over them.
-you can look up male vs female speaking and typing styles if you want. They're gonna be super stereotypical and not super accurate. But they might give you some ideas. Warning: it's better to be genuine then to force yourself to speak differently then you're used to.
-there are strategies that voice actors use to make their voices lower. You can look into that too. I never did so I don't have any resources to share. But if anyone else knows of some, feel free to comment or reblog with them.
-on a final note. I'm not gonna be all "just accept yourself and be natural uwu" but that said. Don't push yourself to be someone you're not. It's ok to have a higher voice. Lots of guys do. And a lotta cis men are self conscious about it like you. You're not alone. You don't gotta embrace your voice. But know that it is ok.
I couldn't imagine editing my videos and having to hear my pre t voice constantly. That sounds really tough. But sometimes you gotta push through sucky stuff to do the things you want. If you really love your videos and the community you're building then power to you. Don't let your voice ruin it.
And good luck with the videos btw. ✌️
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Gravity Falls Masterpost! (Updated 4/28/2022)
Gen
Someone Else's Dream
G, 656, Ford & Stan & Reader
Indulging in artistic endevors rarely occurred in your life. So when you'd managed to paint the Pines, all together on a lovely canvas, you'd been nervous to show the eldest twins the dedication you'd offered in the simple gift.
Magnet Head
G, 1.6K Ford & Reader, Stan & Reader, Mabel & Reader
(Prompts, Pt 14)
We are ignoring the laws of metal in this, and the fact Ford wouldn't get a plate that was magnetic.
You'll never get a second chance Plan all your moves in advance
G, 1.3K, Ford & Stan, Stan & Dipper, Stan & Mabel, whump
He’d made sure that the kids were alright, settled back into their room with no current complaints. He knew what they’d gone through, his brother and he had done the same thing when they were around the kid’s age. It hadn’t ended with anything other than Staley sleeping on the sofa for about twenty minutes until He’d gotten back into their bunk bed, Stanford wishing him a good night.
Ford Pines
Achilles Come Down
E, 5.6K, Ford/Reader, Vampire AU
(His Assistant Pt 3)
Ford had asked you to leave when he was going to give his brother the third Journal. You were going to settle down with the love of your life, and dismantle the portal so Bill could never come to our reality.
But After Stanley and Stanford fought, you lost your love until he made a fatal mistake.
Can You Taste my Lust? Can you feel my Sin?
E, 3.3K, Ford/Reader, Priest AU
But, the issue had arisen during your nights when he filtered into your dreams. Nights of imagining him taking you in the pews, laying you out on the dark wood to strip you bare to his whims.
When you focused back into the Father, you felt your blush travel up to your ears. The thoughts would only offer more confessions, and you didn’t want to add in more sins you had to confess.
“We are all sinners,” Father Ford said.
Enjoy the sacrilege, you damn heathen
Priest Ford AU where he's aware of what he can do and he does it.
Dance While the Sky Crashes Down
E, 2.3K, Ford/Reader
(His Assistant, Pt 4)
I enjoy filling prompts. So one of my good friends asked for this, and of course. Breeding kink, some dark stuff.
Hunger of the pines
E, 9.7K, Ford/Reader, Assistant
(His Assistant pt 1)
You'd managed to bring yourself from the depths of pity to working on your doctorate with an infamous, weird scientist. It wasn't your fault you fell so quickly for the attractive, intelligent man.
Just the Two Of Us
G, 1k, Ford/Reader, Movie night in
(His Assistant Pt 2)
Stanford sometimes needed to be reminded to take things slow. You were more than happy to follow through on that.
Mr Fear
M, 2.4K, Ford/Reader, PTSD
(His Assistant Pt 5)
Your history had only been yours. Up until tonight, when the panic had taken hold, your history had been yours alone.
Unfortunately, your history was packaged tightly with your panic attacks, and when you realized you'd walked into Gravity Falls at two in the morning, the fact you bought a container of alcohol was the least of your concerns. You just wanted to stop hearing the blood pound in your heart.
Puppy love (Abandoned)
E, 1K, Demon!Ford/reader
Based on Puppy Love by Paul Anka. Demon Ford AU, placed around him being 25ish y/o
Stan Pines
A place to Grab a Bite
M, 2.1K, Stan/reader, Vampire Stan
(Prompts Pt 15)
Prompt: reader is passing through gf and they come across the shack and maybe stan is doing like a dance party thing or what have you, and like reader tries to sneak around idk why but reader catches stan "eating". In Stanley fashion dumb vampire pickup lines and the reader is all for that.
Cherry Pie
E, 2.4k, Stan/reader, Horror movies
Prompt: “Like these spooooky moooovies. Movies are great! You watch the movie, you scare the girl, the girl snuggles up next to you, next thing you know you gotta raise a kid. Your life falls apart. Forget that last part.” stanley, Little Gift Shop of Horrors
Stan really enjoys using pet names, doesn’t he? And thighs. You know he’s into thighs.
Guys My Age
T, 1.2K, Stan/OFC, flirting with Sparing
Quick little snip of my OFC Fianna and Stanley fighting with their different styles, since I used her name for the dating sim. Loosely set around the crime spree.
Pumpkin, are you okay?
M, 931, Stan/Reader, comfort
You'd really, really wanted to experience this with Stanley. But you couldn't help what your triggers were.
Reader X Stanley, gender unspecified. Reader gets triggered due to an old memory
#repost#.W#masterlist#gravity falls#Stanley Pines#ford pines#fanfiction#reader insert#no y/n#gravity falls fanfiction
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My gf took this picture of Hazel hiding in my arms at the vet. I know it's sacrilege to say I look like the Virgin Mother holding a newborn Jesus, buuuuuuut......
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“i don’t believe in god” gf reader and “i’ll fucking make you” bf eren smut
WOWWWWW
don't make me bust omg
tw: sacrilege, god complex
she doesn't go to church, doesn't pray, just isn't into anything religious. not out of spite but just bc her parents weren't into it, so in turn, neither was she
and throughout their relationship it's never really come up until eren mentions something about the holidays and his sweet little gf says 'i don't celebrate'
and erens confused for a minute, wondering why a sweet little girl like you wouldn't believe in god...
who's gonna protect her when he's not around and who's gonna watch over her when she needs it
but that question is answered when she makes a little joke a few moments later 'if i believe in anything, i believe in you, eren.'
and that makes erens stomach churn but he doesn't know why, and it only takes moments before eren has her bent over on her bed with his cock in her sweet little cunt; his hand around her throat, yanking her back against his chest
and he's mumbling these disgusting things into her ear like
'who do you believe in baby? c'mon say it again'
and she can barely speak with the way he's plowing into her, forcing out choked moans and hiccups. but after a few seconds she whimpers
'you eren,'
'yeah thats right, and who's your god baby? tell me.'
'you eren, you're my god'
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Gravity Falls Masterpost! (Updated 4/4/2022)
Gen
Someone Else's Dream
G, 656, Ford & Stan & Reader
Indulging in artistic endevors rarely occurred in your life. So when you'd managed to paint the Pines, all together on a lovely canvas, you'd been nervous to show the eldest twins the dedication you'd offered in the simple gift.
Magnet Head
G, 1.6K Ford & Reader, Stan & Reader, Mabel & Reader
(Prompts, Pt 14)
We are ignoring the laws of metal in this, and the fact Ford wouldn't get a plate that was magnetic.
You'll never get a second chance Plan all your moves in advance
G, 1.3K, Ford & Stan, Stan & Dipper, Stan & Mabel, whump
He’d made sure that the kids were alright, settled back into their room with no current complaints. He knew what they’d gone through, his brother and he had done the same thing when they were around the kid’s age. It hadn’t ended with anything other than Staley sleeping on the sofa for about twenty minutes until He’d gotten back into their bunk bed, Stanford wishing him a good night.
Ford Pines
Achilles Come Down
E, 5.6K, Ford/Reader, Vampire AU
(His Assistant Pt 3)
Ford had asked you to leave when he was going to give his brother the third Journal. You were going to settle down with the love of your life, and dismantle the portal so Bill could never come to our reality.
But After Stanley and Stanford fought, you lost your love until he made a fatal mistake.
Can You Taste my Lust? Can you feel my Sin?
E, 3.3K, Ford/Reader, Priest AU
But, the issue had arisen during your nights when he filtered into your dreams. Nights of imagining him taking you in the pews, laying you out on the dark wood to strip you bare to his whims.
When you focused back into the Father, you felt your blush travel up to your ears. The thoughts would only offer more confessions, and you didn’t want to add in more sins you had to confess.
“We are all sinners,” Father Ford said.
Enjoy the sacrilege, you damn heathen
Priest Ford AU where he's aware of what he can do and he does it.
Dance While the Sky Crashes Down
E, 2.3K, Ford/Reader
(His Assistant, Pt 4)
I enjoy filling prompts. So one of my good friends asked for this, and of course. Breeding kink, some dark stuff.
Hunger of the pines
E, 9.7K, Ford/Reader, Assistant
(His Assistant pt 1)
You'd managed to bring yourself from the depths of pity to working on your doctorate with an infamous, weird scientist. It wasn't your fault you fell so quickly for the attractive, intelligent man.
Just the Two Of Us
G, 1k, Ford/Reader, Movie night in
(His Assistant Pt 2)
Stanford sometimes needed to be reminded to take things slow. You were more than happy to follow through on that.
Mr Fear
M, 2.4K, Ford/Reader, PTSD
(His Assistant Pt 5)
Your history had only been yours. Up until tonight, when the panic had taken hold, your history had been yours alone.
Unfortunately, your history was packaged tightly with your panic attacks, and when you realized you'd walked into Gravity Falls at two in the morning, the fact you bought a container of alcohol was the least of your concerns. You just wanted to stop hearing the blood pound in your heart.
Puppy love (Abandoned)
E, 1K, Demon!Ford/reader
Based on Puppy Love by Paul Anka. Demon Ford AU, placed around him being 25ish y/o
Stan Pines
A place to Grab a Bite
M, 2.1K, Stan/reader, Vampire Stan
(Prompts Pt 15)
Prompt: reader is passing through gf and they come across the shack and maybe stan is doing like a dance party thing or what have you, and like reader tries to sneak around idk why but reader catches stan "eating". In Stanley fashion dumb vampire pickup lines and the reader is all for that.
Cherry Pie
E, 2.4k, Stan/reader, Horror movies
Prompt: “Like these spooooky moooovies. Movies are great! You watch the movie, you scare the girl, the girl snuggles up next to you, next thing you know you gotta raise a kid. Your life falls apart. Forget that last part.” stanley, Little Gift Shop of Horrors
Stan really enjoys using pet names, doesn’t he? And thighs. You know he’s into thighs.
Guys My Age
T, 1.2K, Stan/OFC, flirting with Sparing
Quick little snip of my OFC Fianna and Stanley fighting with their different styles, since I used her name for the dating sim. Loosely set around the crime spree.
Pumpkin, are you okay?
M, 931, Stan/Reader, comfort
You'd really, really wanted to experience this with Stanley. But you couldn't help what your triggers were.
Reader X Stanley, gender unspecified. Reader gets triggered due to an old memory
#my writing#gravity falls#gravity falls fanfiction#ford pines fanfiction#ford pines#stanley pines#fanfiction#stanley pines fanfiction#reader insert#no y/n#masterpost#writing
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ppl ask u who will be homophobic n then when u say mostly everyone theyre like omg kayp is racist saying lucas is homophobic
I mean if it makes anyone feel better - I have a theory about Jon’s new gf. She’s black and not homophobic and in some movies she’s hinted to be bi.also, low key prob going to be my fav female character . But then I piss off a whole new group of people with that crack theory . 😂 Also if I’m right and the byers are in Chicago we’d have the real life black mayor elected at the time who had been fighting for gay rights for decades. And it could be something shown. Because of his race: he was bullied and harassed and not even supported by his own Democratic Party In the elections. The republicans did dog whistles and just straight up racist shit to him (they wore white buttons to oppose him that said “before it’s too late”.) And it brought a lot of attention to the segregation and racial politics/classism of Chicago. Which even today is the most segregated city in the USA. Seriously look him up : Harold lee Washington- he seemed like an amazing man!! He died suspiciously the day before thanksgiving 1987 (when I think s4 takes place) and it caused mourning all over Chicago -mostly those of pocs who thought he was there only hope to having their lives improve. He’s so inspiring . He reduced corruption, helped queer people with protection ordinances , even had an open lesbian in his cabinet, and did speeches at pride parades every year, gave pocs, specifically poc women financial support for small businesses. But - alot of white chicagoans cheered his death and literally made up lies that he did drugs saying that’s how he died (it was just a heart attack ) .🙄
But, It’s the 80s most people don’t react well to Mike and Will’s sexualities. That’s just basic statistics and what the movies hint at.
I think generally the people who take it the best initally are: Jon/his gf, Joyce, Steve, robin, Karen... and maybe max .
No one is hating Lucas or Nancy or others and calling them irredemiable monsters . A lot of the characters will most likely be homophobic. The vast majority of these characters are/have been white. And like I said lucas, Nancy , Dustin and others will change their views : like how Steve used to be homophobic but now isn’t . The vast majority of 80s society hated gay people. In 1983 (st s1) , Pat bunchunan, communications director for President Ronald Reagan, calls AIDS, "nature's revenge on gay men." In 1984, (st s2) addressing the annual Conservative Political Action Conference, Paul Cameron uses the AIDS crisis to suggest that "the extermination of homosexuals might become necessary.” In 1986 Anti-gay groups cheer the U.S. Supreme Court's 5-4 decision in Bowers v. Hardwick holding that state anti-sodomy statutes are constitutional (essentially making being gay illegal in those states) . In 1986, At the first Congressional hearings on anti-gay violence, Kathleen Sarris of Indianapolis (same city lonnie lives in) tells of being stalked and assaulted by a "Christian soldier" who held her at gunpoint, beat and r**ed her for three hours, explaining that "he was acting for God; that what he was doing to me was God's revenge on me because I was a 'queer' and getting rid of me would save children”. In 1989, U.S. Rep. William Dannemeyer (R-Calif: same state Max is from) publishes a landmark anti-gay tome, Shadow in the Land: Homosexuality in America. Calling lesbians and gay men "the ultimate enemy.”Many People equated being gay to mental illness, murderers, disease, religious sacrilege, r*pists/p*dos or even being unpatriotic. Homophobic slurs were commonplace everyday jargon. People like Harold Washington were outliers. I could go on and on. It’s not 2020. It’s the 80s! The society shaped their problematic views. And the 80s were very very very homophobic! And we saw hints of that in s1.
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um is @ravenwives your gf? are you cheating on raven???
phoebe is NOT my gf! we are FRIENDS, NOTHING MORE!! do NOT accuse me of such sacrilege!!!
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