#2500 - 3000

[netch-rancher]

Skyrim scenery: Dawn in the Reach

[kiersau]

𝕻𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖛𝖘 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖑 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖚𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖘

[daughter-rhaenyra]

I do what I want Crying in the bleachers and I said it was fun I don't need anything from anyone It's just not my year But I'm all good out here

[ambrosiagourmet]

This Rin post is almost 2500 words and counting 😅

[skittlesfics]

hii i wanted to request a argyle x byers!reader where he’s like obsessed with her and he’s all nervous when she’s around and she’s shy but she also likes him

so will, jonathan and eleven try to get them together and its all fluff (sorry for my bad english btw)

i love your writing!!!

Thanks for the request, and patience! I was writing this as a drabble/series of drabbles but this one really got away from me. Hope you enjoy! name: bewitched pairing: Argyle x Byers!Reader word count: 2951 content/warnings: she pronouns. silliness. fluff. some egregious pov switching near the end -

“No way, man. I can’t drive her alone. She’ll cast a hex on me or something.” Argyle said, throwing both hands up defensively. Jonathan raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“A hex.” He challenged. He knew that Argyle hit the bong a bit hard sometimes, but this was by far the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard from the other boy’s mouth, especially considering he didn’t even know about El’s powers.

“Yeah, man, another one! Your sister has some witchy shit going on.” Argyle wiggled his fingers to demonstrate his meaning, waving them around for emphasis. Jonathan watched him with pursed lips, still skeptical.

“Dude. Argyle. What are you talking about? Another hex? Witchy shit? She’s my sister, and she needs a ride to work later.” Jonathan wasn’t normally the type to get pushy when asking for a favor, but his best friend was truly not making any sense this time. Sure, you sometimes wore your eyeliner a little on the thick side, but that didn’t make you witchy.

“No, man, I’m serious. Like, dead serious. She did something to me last time I drove her alone. She like… whispered something right as she was getting around the van and BOOM!” He clapped his hands together for emphasis, the sudden noise making Jonathan jump, “I can’t stop thinking about her! At first I thought it was just because the van still smelled like her perfume, but nope. Someone ordered her favorite pizza toppings and I caught myself arranging them the way she likes them before I remembered it wasn’t for her.”

When Jonathan didn’t say anything, he continued, “Then I saw her favorite flowers in this neighborhood I was delivering to, and I started slowing down to pick them! I see her everywhere dude, in everything. I’m telling you, she cursed me.”

Jonathan stared as his friend, slack-jawed as he tried to deflect his painfully obvious curse into some sort of magical phenomenon. If Argyle wasn’t staring at him so earnestly, he would have laughed. He wanted to laugh anyway, but in a disbelieving sort of way. In a, am I really going to convince you that you’re in love with my baby sister kind of way.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not a curse, Argyle.”

“Dude, are you listening? I can’t even talk around her anymore, man. I get all tongue tied, like, I just don’t know what to say. Or I know what I want to say but it never comes out right and she just gets this sweet look on her face and laughs. Doesn’t say anything, just laughs.”

Oh, he had it bad. Of course, Jonathan and the rest of the population of Lenora Hills, California already knew that Argyle had a crush on the Byers sister, but Jonathan had just laughed it off until now because it was Argyle and you were you and it was nothing serious. This was sounding serious.

“What if Jane rides with you?” Jonathan offered, glancing back at the house. He couldn’t miss his scheduled phone call with Nancy again, and his car had been giving him too many problems to reliably get you to work anyway.

Argyle hummed, considering.

“Come on, dude, please? She wouldn’t dare do anything in front of Jane, you know. She’s way too protective.” Jonathan knew he shouldn’t feed into it, but he needed this favor.

Argyle sighed but acquiesced, finally.

“Fine, but only if Jane rides with us. And no witchy shit!”

-

You drummed your fingers nervously on your lap as Argyle drove, something inoffensive playing quietly over the radio. He was uncharacteristically quiet, and you weren’t sure if you had done or said something to upset him. Under normal circumstances, you probably wouldn’t have asked, and with El being oddly insistent on riding with the two of you today, you certainly had nothing to say.

“Your hair looks good today; did you do something different?” El called from the back, surprisingly chipper. You turned your head to raise an eyebrow at her, but she just smiled at you, “Don’t you think it looks good, Argyle?”

You turned to look at Argyle, and caught his gaze when he glanced over at you. You offered him a confused smile, but he quickly turned his eyes back to the road.

“Uhhh, yeah, dude. It looks good. Looks great. Pretty.” He offered, his grip tightening slightly on the wheel as he rambled, “Pretty… hairy?”  You giggled; you couldn’t help it. Argyle was always so adorable when he was tripping over words. Somehow, it made whatever he settled on even sweeter. Pretty. Hairy. You shook your head fondly.

“Thanks, but it’s really nothing different. Just showered.” You shrugged, teeth immediately finding your bottom lip. Listening to Argyle was easy, but talking to him was something else entirely. He was always just so calm, so self-assured. You were so in your head about everything that you worried it would scare him away if he caught onto that.

You could feel his eyes on you, briefly, but neither of you said anything else. You thought you heard a quiet sigh from the back seat, but when you looked back, El was just staring out the window. You weren’t sure why she had wanted to come along anyway.

The drive to your job was nothing special, just flat desert for miles. Sometimes you would be daring and try to pull a rant out of Argyle, but with El as an audience, you didn’t dare. You would usually quietly remark on something innocuous and he would latch on, turning it into a full on rant or story that would leave you in stitches. Without that, this was just… awkward.

Your salvation came in the form of the small diner you had been waitressing at appearing on the horizon. The drive to work had never felt so long.

Argyle pulled into the ‘No Parking’ zone and you gathered your belongings quickly, flashing a smile as you hurried to exit the van.

“Thanks for the ride, drive safe!” You waved your goodbye and hurried inside, glad to be free of the lingering awkwardness.

You found yourself thinking of Argyle for the entire first half of your shift. The way he said pretty before amending his statement. The brief eye contact you had made, his pretty brown eyes meeting yours. The way he hummed softly along with whatever was on the radio, even when he clearly didn’t know the song. You were glad that you could at least be friends with someone like him, since you'd never been able to work up the nerve to say something that might change that into something more. 

-

Back at the Byers house, Will swung his legs as he sat on the edge of his bed, listening intently to El and Jonathan as they each filled him in on their side of the story. Internally, his brain was whirring. If only Dustin and Mike were here, this would be easy. They were good at meddling. Even Lucas would’ve known how to drop the right hints in the right places. Without those three, though, they would need a friend. But first, Will needed answers.

“Let me get this straight. You want to hook your best friend up with our sister?”

That was exactly what Jonathan wanted, it turns out.

-

You knew from the very beginning that your siblings were planning something.

Will had always been terrible at lying to you, and Jonathan always got this weird look on his face when he was planning something he didn’t want you to ask him about. Still, it was El that provided the final nail in the coffin. When she suddenly became very interested in what you were wearing to the drive-in that evening, you knew for sure.

“El, it’s just the drive-in. No one will even see me!” You protested, putting away the miniskirt your mother had bought for you during one of her rare “you’re young, go be young! Take advantage of it!” phases. You had never managed to convince yourself to wear it out of the house, not wanting the extra attention it would bring.

El snatched the skirt back from the top of the drawer and dropped it back onto your bed.

“Exactly, wear it.” She insisted stubbornly.

The two of you glared at each other over the clothes. You thought to call her out, the words ‘Friends don’t lie’ just at the tip of your tongue, but you simply huffed and gathered the clothes instead.

First Jonathan had announced a last-minute plan to take you to movie, and then Will was suddenly super excited about a movie he had never mentioned before, as if Will was even capable of being excited about something without talking your ear off about it. Now, El was being weird about your clothes, and of course your mother was all for whatever would get the lot of you out of the house, so long as Jonathan was there to keep a keen eye on everyone. If the four of them had aligned against you, you had never had a chance in the first place.

“Fine, I’ll wear the skirt, just let me get dressed.”

El flashed you a smile on her way out of your room that did nothing to make you feel reassured.

They were clearly planning something, but what? It wasn’t their style to embarrass you in public, despite the way you felt as you tugged on the miniskirt. (The top, thankfully, was full length.) There wasn’t much they could even do at a drive-in. Certainly nothing that involved you. It didn’t make any sense.

At least, it didn’t make any sense until you walked downstairs to see Argyle standing next to Jonathan at the door, talking animatedly about something that had happened on the last stop of his pizza delivery route.

“…And that was it. I told her that Surfer Boy Pizza only accepts cash payments and she slammed the door. Didn’t even come back for her pizza, so I figured we could add a fresh pie to our snacks instead of letting it go to waste. It was your sister's favorite toppings, too. ”

You couldn’t help but to smile at the sound of his voice even as you tugged at the bottom of your skirt, struggling to force it to cover any more skin.

“Oh, you’re coming, Argyle?” You asked, finally swiping your purse off a chair to hold in front of your legs.

You missed the look Argyle gave you, eyes wide, mouth half open, scanning the length of your bare legs. No one else missed it, though, and they shared a knowing look before Jonathan broke the silence.

“We figured both cars would be more comfortable. I’m taking these two, so I figured you could ride with Argyle.”

It was so heavy handed that you couldn’t even think of a legitimate reason to protest. You couldn’t say that you didn’t want to spend time alone with Argyle. Not when it wasn’t true, anyway, and certainly not when Argyle was still trying his best not to look at you all mystified.  You could already see their plan playing out before their eyes, so you just smiled and went along with it, pretending not to notice the looks they shared over your shoulder.

-

What you didn’t expect was for the three of them not to show up at all. The two of you had found a good spot at the drive-in and laid out all the snacks, but the movie was starting and Jonathan’s car still hadn’t pulled up. Sure, he had car troubles sometimes, but this felt too convenient. Too intentional.

Being alone with Argyle wasn’t anything new to you, but the tension tonight was. He had always been a little nervous around you. He would talk a little too fast, laugh a little too loud, stare a little too long, but this was different.

He idly spun the spark wheel on his lighter back and forth, eyes focusing somewhere in the middle distance despite the movie playing on the screen up ahead. You tried your best to focus on From Beyond instead of the boy sitting across from you, but the repetitive rrrrrrrrrt sound drew you out of the movie enough times that you gave up, your eyes falling instead to an imaginary loose thread on your skirt. Anything to stop yourself from staring.

You wondered if he knew this was a setup. And if he did know, what did he think about it? Was he embarrassed, angry, uncomfortable? You supposed it would be too much for the boy you had been crushing on to feel the same way, especially when he was your big brother’s best friend. Especially when most interactions with him involved him doing favors for said big brother. The insecurity bloomed in your chest and you grit your teeth to keep it at bay. Maybe your siblings had read the whole situation wrong, maybe you had read the situation wrong.

“I’m not sure they’re coming.” You said quietly, picking at the hem of your skirt in a way that drew Argyle’s eyes back to your legs again.

He forced his gaze away, lighting his lighter proper to watch the flame dance in his hand before extinguishing it. When he didn’t respond, you frowned.

“Argyle, are you upset with me?” You asked, instead.

That got his attention. He looked up urgently from the lighter, eyes meeting yours across the spread of snacks in the van. He had the audacity to look like he was the one hurt, eyebrows high with concern.

“What? Dude, no!”

You frowned, unconvinced. He hadn’t even bothered to light the joint tucked behind his ear, and if that didn’t mean something, nothing did. His eyes lingered on the curve of your lips and you scooted forward, pushing the pizza further into the van so that you could get closer to him. He tensed, not quite freezing, but not relaxing either. You chewed your bottom lip, unsure of how to proceed now that you were next to him. How could you confront him when he was looking at you like that?

“It just, like, worked too well. You can stop now.” Argyle said after a moment. Your gaze snapped to him, but he was looking off again, still fidgeting with his lighter.

“It worked?” You asked, voice soft, unsure. He shook his head, long hair spilling messily around his shoulders.

“Dude, the curse. The hex. You know what I mean! You can stop it now, I already liked you before. You barely say anything, but all I can think about is you. Some guy ordered your pizza toppings and I started spreading them out the way you like. I see your favorite flowers and I want to pick them. I don’t know what you did to me, but…”

He sighed, trailing off as he realized you were staring, a smile playing across your plush lips. He didn’t explain the rest, you should be aware of your own curse. Still, your face was flushed a pretty pink and he had to force himself to look away. To fight the urge to reach out and touch you – to kiss you. He had never felt this way, and certainly wouldn’t without you doing whatever it was that you had done to him, right?

For weeks, his thoughts had been nothing but you and now that you were sitting all pretty in front of him with rosy cheeks and that impossible skirt on, he was confronted with the full force of whatever it was that he was feeling, had been feeling for a while. Maybe even before the curse.

“Argyle…” When you said his name this time, it was like music, and he could feel himself sinking further under your spell. You could have asked him anything, could have asked him to do anything, and when he opened his eyes and found you beaming at him he felt something clench in his chest and knew that he was lost. Everything he had done to avoid this had failed. He was utterly and completely at your whim.

He didn’t realize that he was leaning in until you were already kissing him. It was the slightest brush of lips, but it sent electricity down his spine and Argyle knew that he could never go back. You started to pull away, an excuse already falling, stuttered, from your lips, but he pulled you back in, lips seeking yours eagerly.

His lips were chapped, and he tasted vaguely of burnt weed and pineapples, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to mind when your hand was bunching up the bottom of his shirt, finally getting what you had wanted but had never dared to ask for. All the car rides spent yearning, all the diary entries with his name scribbled over, all the things that you had been too shy to say out loud; crystallized right now before you in the form of the boy with his lips on yours, smiling into your kiss, holding you close even when you had to pull away for air.

"If you're under a spell, what's my excuse?" 

And then he was laughing, everything that he had been bottling up for the past few weeks bubbling out as he crushed you to his chest, words failing him as you took the chance to press kisses against his cheeks, his nose, his forehead. 

He still wasn't convinced that you hadn't done something, changed something, but he couldn't find it in himself to care when you were this close, fighting a smile as you leaned in to kiss him once again. A guy could get used to being bewitched.

[malemacrofics]



Ever since Bolin forced Zaheer to "put a sock in it". I've imagined what it would be like to be a pet or toy to that big, himbo lug.

The Side Effects of Spirit-Bending

Content: Gentle Giant, Underwear Entrapment, Cum Eating, Forgetful Giant, Musk, Bolin's just doing his best tbh

A/N: Probably the smuttiest thing I've written yet, I'm not gonna lie. But I am happy with how it came out! Hope you guys like it and, as always, requests are open even if I am kinda slow to get around to them. Also, if you guys have any macro headcanons or blurbs you wanna share, please do! I love talking macro, haha

I wasn’t sure what had happened, if I’m being honest with myself. I am (was?) part of the ground forces attacking Republic City with Kuvira. Her gargantuan machine marched alongside my regiment. My team had been briefed on all the things that might have happened. Everything from the Avatar throwing boulders large enough to fit in my apartment, or the Beifong family joining the fight and attempting to drop entire buildings on the machine. Even that, admittedly handsome, earthbender turning the streets to lava in an attempt to trap the mech was all in the briefing. However, the large purple mushroom cloud that erupted in the middle of the city once the mech fell? Or the resulting energy and shock waves that raced outwards from the epicenter? Those were new. I doubt any briefing could have prepared me for that.

I was one of the unfortunate sods to be close to the epicenter. Everything was basked in a strange, unnatural purple light for a few seconds. The light was quickly followed by an immense burst of heat and force that knocked me horizontal onto the road. Finally, in my last moments before I lost consciousness, I could feel immense amounts of electricity coursing through my body. Almost as though I had stuck my tongue into an electrical outlet. When I finally came too and everything wasn’t surrounded by a constant haze, I looked around to survey my situation.

There were relatively large pieces of debris surrounding me, and the roadway beneath me seemed to suffer a few cracks. However, the buildings on either side of me still reached high into the sky, in fact they seemed higher than they did moments ago. You did just probably suffer some kind of hit to the head. I reminded myself, trying to remain logical despite the rising panic I felt. At least I wasn’t trapped under some debris. I could feel slightly rumbling behind me, however I assured myself it was either an aftershock of whatever caused that shockwave, or a far off building collapsing under its own weight. Now wasn’t the time to get too caught up in worry of what ifs. At least, it wouldn’t have been the time for the panic if not for the massive shadow that began to loom over me. I quickly turned only to see a giant, large enough to eclipse the sun.

I had attempted to bend a nearby rock and blast it towards the giant’s leg, only for it to immediately grab its shin and yell out due to the sudden pain. However, as the giant bent over, and its face got closer to me, I could see who it was, clear as day. It was that lava bender from earlier. However, just as I was able to more clearly make out his face, his eyes fell on me with sudden recognition. I could see his large, green eyes quickly pass through emotions ranging from anger at the pebble I launched his way, to confusion at what I was, before settling on concern. The giant reached out a hand for me. My attempts to evade proved fruitless due to the sheer difference in size between us, as he was able to easily wrap his fingers around me before bringing me up before his face. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, little guy. I don’t want to hurt you! What happened?” He asked

“Let go of me, you big lug!” I responded, trying to thrash against his grip.

“Hey, I genuinely mean you no harm.” He said, opening his hand so I could stand on his palm, “See?”

I warily stood up before eyeing him suspiciously. “So, what do you want?”

“What happened to you? You’re like… five inches tall! Are you a spirit or something?”

“I’m not a spirit. And what do you mean, five inches tall?”

“I don’t know if you noticed, little dude, but you’re standing on my hand. Look around, everything’s giant compared to you!”

I took a look at my surroundings for the first time since the blast, and his words finally set in. The debris I was surrounded by wasn’t actually large. To a normal sized person, it would’ve looked like fist-sized rocks. I must have had a look of concern on my face, as the giant earthbender piped up. “Hey, little guy, don’t panic! Once this is all over, I’ll try to help you get back to normal, alright? My name’s Bolin, by the way.”

Hearing his giant voice grounded me back in our reality. “Right, thank you, Bolin. My name’s Arik. What do we do now?”

Before Bolin could answer, a voice behind him called out “Bolin! Where’s Korra?”

Bolin’s eyes went wide with concern yet again as he frantically tried shoving me into his pocket, only to find his pants lacking them. Then, I could see an idea cross his mind as he mouthed “Sorry” to me before pulling open the waistband of his pants. I didn’t have enough time to grasp what he was doing until I was unceremoniously dropped in and the waistband closed. I fell for only a few seconds until I hit something warm.

I had no light in my new environment, but considering what had happened, It didn’t take much effort to figure out what had happened. I was now face to, well, dick with Bolin. My entire body pinned between his member and the fabric of his underwear. My nose filled with the scent of his musk. I attempted to wriggle free from the confines, only to be met with the giant dick to slowly harden. As it got harder, I found myself with less and less space. Deciding it was better to at least be able to move somewhat, I stopped trying to free myself and instead just wait. Hopefully I wouldn’t be in here long.

—--

Bolin had an exhausting day. He and the rest of Team Avatar, as well as the air nomads, had to deal with Kuvira’s invasion of Republic City, which ended with Korra managing to bend a beam of spirit energy from almost point blank range. And if that weren’t enough, the sheer amount of that energy managed to rip another portal into the spirit realm. After all was said and done, Bolin just wanted to lay down and relax for a little bit. Luckily, Tenzin was more than willing to let him use a guest room on Air Temple Island.

Bolin opened the paper door and saw the room he’d be staying in for the night. A bed pushed against the corner with a wardrobe in the neighboring corner, and between them a large, hexagonal window to let in plenty of wind. He collapsed on the bed, initially face first before turning onto his back. All he really wanted to do was fall asleep, but after the day he was coated in so much sweat he knew he should shower first. But before he could begin to get back up and head into the shower, he could feel his blood begin to rush towards his manhood and feel it begin to harden. He placed his palm on his bulge and began playing with it through the fabric. “What the hell,” Bolin thought to himself, “I deserve it after the day I had.”

As he finished his thought, he pulled down the waistband of his pants and boxers and put his dick in his hand.

—--

Arik felt like the day might never end. He could feel each footstep Bolin took, causing his surroundings to constantly shift. It wasn’t terrible until Bolin began walking up and down some slope. The fabric and skin around him began to shift until he was pinned under looser skin, which Arik quickly identified as Bolin’s testicles. Their wiry hair coiled around his limbs until he was plastered to their surface, and his face now inches away from the tip of Bolin’s penis. As Arik tried to free himself from the hairs, Bolin’s dick would harden again, but with his new position, all he could do was watch as it also leaked small amounts of precum, coating Arik’s face, even forcing him to attempt to eat it if he still wanted to be able to breath. Ironically, the part of this whole experience Arik hated the most wasn’t being trapped against a sweaty crotch, but it was feeling his own dick harden at the experience. At least Arik could take solace in the fact he already had a crush on Bolin after seeing him in those moving pictures a few years back.

Eventually, Bolin began to move more slowly, and he heard some talk through the fabric of Bolin asking someone to stay on Air Temple Island. As Arik was feeling more excited at the prospects of getting out of Bolin’s boxers, he was met with a massive force pushing him closer to the giant earthbender. He was completely pinned against the fabric. Once the pressure alleviated, he attempted to untangle himself one final time in hopes of getting out. Once again, all he did was cause the giant member to grow harder. However, before it could leak any more precum on him, Arik saw light as the waistband of the boxers were moved. However, his hopes were quickly dashed as he watched Bolin grab his own dick in his hands before trying to jack off. Arik wriggled more out of rage, doing anything he could to free himself, but only causing faint moans to come from Bolin.

I finally managed to free one of my arms, using it to free the rest of my limbs. As soon as I freed myself, I began to climb the massive balls I was pinned under for the better part of the day. I finally stood tall at the base of Bolin’s penis. His eyes were closed as he continued to jerk himself off, and I knew he wouldn’t hear me at this distance. I summoned the rest of my energy to begin running along his torso. At first, the run wasn’t terrible. His muscular build granted me enough traction that I wasn’t too worried about slipping, despite the… activity he was currently doing. However, as I began to reach his mountainous pecs, I felt a massive force hit me from behind, throwing me down onto the earthbender’s skin. A white, salty liquid covered my body, and in only a few moments more drops of it hit where I was, all the while I could hear Bolin moan in pleasure. After I picked myself up and wiped off my eyes, Bolin’s eyes fell on me. He quickly grabbed me before sitting up. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry Arik! I completely forgot you were down there!” He apologized. “You’re like, totally covered with my cum now huh? How about we shower and I can try to make it up to you, sound good little guy?”

I simply nodded, as any attempt to open my mouth caused the earthbender’s cum to enter my mouth, forcing me again to swallow it. Bolin stood up and entered the bathroom attached to his guest room. He disrobed after placing me on the counter of the sink. I could see his full body in all its majesty, from strong arms and muscular torso, to his thick cock and tree-like legs. He was built like an adonis. He reached behind me and slowly turned on the sink, just enough to let the waterfall in a single stream rather than a few pitiful drops. He let me climb back onto his palm so I could more easily climb into the basin. He even used his finger nail to cut me off a little chunk of soap to wash myself up with. Meanwhile, he turned on the water for the actual shower and entered. I wasn’t able to see him in any detail through the frosted glass. However, once he was done, he looked just as stunning as the remaining water coursed over his skin. He walked over to the sink and turned off the water. He quickly dried himself off with a towel and wrapped it around his waist before grabbing a small cloth, likely for people to dry off their hands after washing them, and gave it to me to dry myself off with.

Once I was done, he let me climb back onto his palm and took me back into the main room. He placed me onto the table beside the bed, before walking over to the wardrobe and looking through the extra clothes in there. He finally settled on an outfit, it’s orange, yellow, and red fabric making it clear it was an air nomad ensemble, however it still looked natural on him. “I doubt there’s anything in here that’ll fit you, little guy.” Bolin said in an apologetic tone. Before I could even try to reassure him, he turned on his heel and faced me “But don’t worry! I have an idea. Just stay right there, alright?”

Bolin quickly left the room after finishing his thought, only to return a few minutes later, a bundle of fabric being held in one hand, and what looked like a few cookies in the other. He set it all on the bedside table right next to me. “I figured Tenzen’s kids might still have their doll clothes, and I was right!” Bolin said, proud of himself. “Any of these suit you?”

Bolin then began rummaging through the pile of doll’s clothes. There were an assortment of clothes, many reflecting clothes of the different nations. Finally, I settled on an outfit that somewhat resembled Earth Kingdom fashion, with deep greens contrasted with brilliant gold. Unfortunately the pants were a little big for me, but Bolin quickly fixed that by pulling a thread from a shirt I didn’t like and tying it around my waist like a belt. “You look so cute like that, Arik!”

“T-thanks” I sputtered, a blush quickly coming to my cheeks as I looked away from Bolin’s face. I was then nudged by one of his fingers, atop it a small piece of a cookie he had brought back for me. I didn’t want it initially, until I felt my stomach rumble and remembered that the only thing I’ve eaten all day came from Bolin in a more… intimate manner. In the end, I graciously took the crumb and sat closer to the edge of the bedside table. Bolin and I talked for the rest of the night, him trying to get to know me better. Eventually, as we were preparing to go to bed, he said to me “I promise, starting tomorrow I’ll talk to Korra to try to get this fixed.”

“Bolin, can I be honest with you?” I asked, slightly nervous about his response.

“Yeah, of course, little guy! Glad to see you beginning to trust me more.” He responded with a small chuckle.

“I don’t know how much I want to go back to normal…”

“What do you mean? You want to stay like this forever?” “I don’t know about forever, but after getting this tiny and being found by you, things have been kind of… nice, I guess.”

“Even after I accidentally hit you with my cum?” “Weirdly enough, yeah. I had a massive crush seeing you as Nuktuk, and now getting to be taken care of by you? I don’t know, it’s kinda nice. Even if I did spend most of the day against your sweaty crotch.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, it was kind of nice getting to take care of you. And I promise it’s not normally that sweaty.” He said, with another small chuckle to himself. “But I want you to know, if at any time you want to grow back, I’ll talk to Korra and see what we can do. But until then, how about you be my little pet?” “Deal.”

With that, Bolin stripped down to just a pair of boxers and laid on the bed, pulling the covers over him. “So, Arik, where do you wanna sleep? Wanna try laying on my chest, hearing my heartbeat? Or maybe you wanna go back into my boxers? Bolin Jr. is already beginning to miss you.” Bolin said. And sure enough, you turned around and began to see a small bulge growing under the blanket. “No pressure, though” Bolin reassured you.

A/N: Sorry for the vague ending, but wanted you guys as readers to decide where to sleep for the night, lol.

[avoidingdestiny]

Great game tonight! I only fell down a couple times and even got two shots on goal. Now it’s time to drink a protein shake and eat four ice cream sandwiches.

[pochapal]

whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy can't academic essays be as easy as umineko writeups. 1 trillion years of suffering and they're all happening to me

[lavendercoloredglasses]

someone hold me accountable: im gonna try for a double chapter day

[sunjoys]

GOT AN A ON MY SHAKESPEARE ESSAYYYY

[wawhii]

I know I keep saying this but shoutout to fat positive furries for real. And not just "chubby" positive furries I mean like FAT positive furries

[cant-believe-im-backhere]

Reminder to myself and everyone else w a binge ed, there’s a huge difference between bingeing 500-800cals and 2000-3000cals, progress is progress!!! A binge isn’t always the end of the world 💕

[jacktoria4ever]

3000 posts!

[afieldinengland]

essay 2 of 3 completed

[skittlesfics]

name: secrets (part one) (part two) (part three) pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader wordcount: 2880 prompt: Eddie reminds you whose girl you are content/warnings: unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, lots of cursing some mild dom!eddie dialog but he's really sweet the whole time instead, a few minor perspective shifts author’s note: You can technically read this without reading the other parts! I was gonna queue this but I'm too anxious something will happen to our boy tomorrow. This is unedited, so sorry for any typos. -

You felt lightheaded as you climbed into Eddie's van, letting him boost you gently into the back. Gareth had taken all the equipment with him when he left, leaving room in Eddie's van for the nest of blankets and pillows he had made for you after you complained about fucking on the hard floor. You fell into it easily, taking in the lingering scent of Eddie's cologne.

He climbed in behind you, slamming the doors to give you privacy. He lingered for a moment, looking down at you fondly from where he sat on his knees. You had been avoiding him in the days leading up to this gig, and it hit him full force how much he had actually missed you. Fuck, he'd been so stupid.

"You gonna look, or you gonna touch me?" You teased, kicking your boots off and shoving them by the back door. Eddie grinned at you, his eyes slowly trailing the length of your body. "You're a lovely sight." He teased, "Were you trying to make me jealous tonight, or you pick this out for Hargrove?" There was a dangerous lilt to his voice that let you know you were in trouble no matter your answer. You flushed darkly, looking away from him. 

"I just wanted to feel good, Eddie. I dressed up for me." You insisted. He hummed, reaching out to run one hand up your outer thigh. He stopped at your skirt, tracing his thumb over the leather.

"You wore this short little thing for you? Not for sitting on Harrington's lap like a cute little ornament?" He challenged, slipping his fingers beneath it to trace the soft skin there. You squirmed under his touch, nodding insistently. "Well, then we better make you feel good, huh? Now that you're all dressed up for it?" 

"Please?" You whimpered. Eddie closed his eyes tight for a second as your plea crashed into him, the full force of his desire sweeping him all at once. Fuck, you could ruin him. 

He kicked his shoes off and joined you on the pillows, sitting up against the wall of the van. 

"C'mere." He insisted, patting his lap. Your tongue darted out to wet your suddenly dry lips and you obeyed, scrambling to sit on his legs. 

"Think I didn't notice Harrington getting all hot and bothered underneath you? Think I didn't care?" He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down into his lap so he could nestle his face into your neck. 

He breathed in slowly, the smell of cigarettes and your perfume overwhelming his senses. Fuck, he had almost let you go. 

You turned to understand Eddie's hesitation and his big brown eyes were filled with such affection and longing for you that you almost started crying all over again. You opened your mouth to speak, but then his lips were on yours again, pressing sloppy half kisses to as much of your open mouth as he could get at this angle. You giggled into his mouth and he tightened his fingers on your thighs, trailing his kisses from your mouth to your neck. 

Your giggles turned to quiet gasps as he nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving faint teeth marks across your skin before settling into the place he liked to mark you. You shifted in his lap, tilting your neck to give him better access. 

His lips were dry and slightly chapped as he opened them against your neck, but you forgot immediately as his tongue swept across your skin. His mouth was wet and searingly hot, drawing soft whimpers from you as he sucked gently at your skin. 

"Gonna mark me up, Eds? Gonna show 'em who I belong to?" You tried to tease, but the words came out breathless as Eddie scraped his teeth against your skin. He gripped the front of your throat with his hand, careful not to press too hard on your airway, and held you still to make his mark. His rings were cold against your blazing skin, almost soothing. You melted into him, eyes falling shut as his free hand slid beneath your Metallica shirt, his fingers grazing the soft skin just above the waistline of your fishnets. 

He pulled away from your neck, blowing a puff of cold air across the blooming bruise that made you shiver. 

"You're telling me you need more than one to send the message?" He teased, his grip tightening around your throat just enough to remind you that his fingers were there, as if you could forget. As if you were thinking about anything but his fingers as his other hand slid further up your shirt.

"So you're just being greedy." If it weren't for his hand cupping your breast, you might have been able to defend yourself. The words sprang to your lips, but his thumb rolled over your nipple and you forgot how to speak, arching back into him as a soft mewl fell from your lips instead.

"Shit," He rasped in your ear. His hand flew from your throat to your hip, gripping hard in an attempt to stop you from squirming in his lap. "We're not going to get very far if you keep at it like that, sweetheart." 

"You put me here." You protested when he didn't stop touching you. "Not my fault." You didn't know how he expected you to sit still when his fingers made you feel like your body was on fire, the cold silver of his rings the only thing granting you a brief reprieve from the burning. 

"Not my fault." He mimicked, his voice high in your ear. You frowned and started to pull away from him, but he wrapped his arms tight around you and held you against his chest. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You're so cute when you're all whiny." He peppered your face with kisses, one hand already creeping to the hem of your skirt.

"Aren't you supposed to be making the past few months up to me or something?" You squirmed in his grip, trying to slide under the arm still pinning you to his chest. 

"I would be if you would sit fucking still." He struggled to hold you, fingers sinking into the leather of your skirt for leverage, but you managed to slide out of his grasp anyway, escaping onto the pile of pillows. You collapsed back into them and gave him a sweet smile from your new position. 

Eddie muttered something that sounded awfully like slippery little brat before pushing himself to his knees. Without you there to hide it, you could see the imprint of his cock straining against his jeans. He clearly felt it, too, as he paused in his pursuit to unbuckle his handcuff belt and slide it from its loops in one smooth motion. He tossed it to the side and unbuttoned his pants, jerking them down his thighs. He didn't bother to remove them all the way, walking the few steps on his knees it took him to collapse next to you.

"Graceful." You leaned over, pushing his dark curls out of his face so that you could kiss him. He grabbed your face, turning your sweet peck into something deeper. You opened your mouth for him, tongue instinctively meeting his. He still tasted like cheap beer, but it was Eddie and you couldn't remember tasting anything sweeter. 

His other hand found your thigh, his rings catching slightly in your fishnets as he pushed your legs apart. 

"I've wanted to do this all fucking night." He rasped against your lips, his fingers threading carefully through the holes in your fishnets to push your panties to the side. 

"All night?" You tried to tease, but your words were thick in your throat as he slid his middle finger through your already slick folds.

"Shit. You're so wet already, sweetheart." He dropped his head next to yours, molding his body into your side as he spread you open with his fingers. You could feel his cock pressed against your side, a wet spot forming on his boxers from the head. You reached for him blindly, angling your arm between you to grope at him through the thin fabric.

Your touch dragged a choked sound from his throat, and you tried to focus on touching him as he slid two wet fingers across your clit. 

"Eddie, that's unfair." You hissed, fumbling with the waistband of his boxers. He laughed, the sound warm and rich and so fucking sexy when it vibrated through you like that. He did it again for good measure and you gasped, your hips tilting up against your will. 

"Unfair?" You managed to slip your hands into his boxers and you palmed his cock. The angle was weird, but you managed to wrap your fingers around it enough to stroke him. He wasted no time in working you open to slide two fingers inside of you, cursing when you clenched around him instinctively. 

The world around you was fuzzy and distant, your world reduced to the two points of contact between you and Eddie: your fingers, and his cock. You wanted to respond, but he was fucking you with his fingers, his lips busying themselves with the soft curve of your neck as you pumped his cock. 

"Been thinking about fucking you since we got on stage." Eddie circled your clit with his thumb, flexing the two fingers inside of you dexterously to push against your g-spot. The sound you made was somewhere between a sob and a moan, but you didn't care, not when Eddie's fingers were making you feel like lightning was skating across your skin. 

The pace of your hand faltered, but if Eddie cared, he didn't mention it, shifting to give himself a better angle.

"Could've bent you over one of those speakers in front of the entire fucking crowd, watching you dance in front of me like that." You barely registered his words, your entire body signaling that you were close close close. 

"Eddie" That one was a whine, a plea for him to not stop. Don't fucking stop. He knew you well enough that you didn't have to say it out loud, your body curling instinctively around him as he forced moans from your lips.

"Didn't look back at me once the whole time." He twisted his fingers, forcing a sob through your parted lips. The part of your brain that could hear him wanted to protest, to remind him that it was his own fault, but the rest of your brain was too focused on the way he made you feel: the press and slide of his thumb across your clit, the rhythmic flex of his fingers inside of you, the ghost of his lips on your burning skin, the press of his rings into the sensitive flesh of your pussy. Fuck. He was still talking, but you couldn't process the words anymore. Your body clenched around his fingers and your curled in on yourself, grabbing onto his arm and squeezing as the world came crashing down around you. You were vaguely aware of your own steady litany of fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, but it was a deep groan from Eddie that pulled you through your orgasm, leaving you shaky and breathless at his side.

He pulled his fingers from you slowly and you could hear as he sucked your juices from each one, pulling them from his mouth with an obscene pop that would have made you blush if you were coherent enough to do so. He shifted and you heard the tell-tale sounds of him struggling with his jeans, quiet curses spilling from his lips as he struggled to pull them off fully. 

When you managed to open your eyes, he was back up on his knees, smiling fondly down at you in a way that made your chest ache. You loved him so much it hurt and if he didn't kiss you right that second, you were going to explode. You reached your arms up for him and he leaned over you, his hair tickling your face. You wrinkled your nose, pulling his hair back so that he could kiss you fully. He kissed you slow this time, exploring your mouth with the care of a man who had all the time in the world. If his cock wasn't pressed against the leather of your skirt, you might have forgotten that he didn't come yet. 

"Help me out of this, Eds, I want you." You started tugging at your skirt, but Eddie grabbed your hands, pulling them up and out of the way.

"Keep it on. I'll replace the fishnets." 

You started to question him, but he reached down and grabbed either side of your stockings, ripping the threads to make an easier hole for himself. He pulled your underwear to the side and you might have protested if he didn't look so goddamn enraptured by you. 

"Such a pretty pussy." He purred. He held your panties to the side with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other, dropping lower on his knees to line himself up with you. You scooted forward to assist, lifting your hips slightly to make it easier for him to slide in. 

When he did, you were rewarded with a low groan, Eddie's brow furrowing as the sensation hit him all at once.

"Fuck, you're so fucking warm, I'm not gonna make it." He gasped, dropping down onto the hand he had been holding his cock with. He moved slow, taking measured breaths to keep his composure. That wouldn't do. You squeezed around him and he cursed, his hips snapping instinctively to yours. 

"Who said I wanted you to?" You loved to watch him fall apart. The switch was instant. He propped himself up on his arm, catching his bottom lip between his teeth as he focused on driving his cock into you, his pace punishing you for playing coy. You could see in the flare of his nostrils that he was close already, each stroke a marker of his self-control.

"Wish I could fuck you like this all night. Look so pretty down there getting fucked." His words were labored, but they made you shiver all the same. He doesn't stop fucking you, his pace steady despite his ragged breaths. You want to tell them that he's the one who's pretty, all dark brown eyes and fuzzy hair, but the words just. Won't. Come. When he's fucking into you desperately, watching your face like that.

This part was supposed to be for him but your head grows hazy with the pleasure of having him so close, his cock stretching you just enough to feel it. He knows it too, switching his angle to fuck up into your g spot, your name tumbling from his lips as the increased sensation sends both of you hurtling towards the edge. 

You reach for him, sliding your hands over his chest, down his arms, across his face -- wherever you can touch him, as if you need to anchor yourself, to remind yourself that he's real, that what he's making you feel is real.

"Wanna come for me Eddie?" You manage, the words heavy in your mouth. His hips stutter, his pace faltering at your words. 

"Shit! Can't yet. Not until you--"

"I'm on birth control Eds, and we can buy a pill tomorrow. Reminding me I'm yours, right?" 

The sound Eddie made was llike nothing you've heard before as any resistance he had melted away. He laid his sweat slicked forehead against your skin, using one of the fingers of the hand holding your panties to clumsily circle your sensitive clit as he rushed closer closer closer. 

You made sounds that you knew you'd be embarrassed about later, but none of that mattered because Eddie was fucking you, touching you, moaning your name, begging you with that sweet tone to just let go and before you realized it, you were.

Your entire body was fire, erupting under him as he thrust into you once, twice, a final time and he trembled, falling apart over you. You clenched around him, wrapping your arms and legs around him and pulling him in close as you trembled, your walls milking the cum from his cock with each convulsion until he was practically weeping from sensitivity.

Eddie waited until you released him before pulling out slowly, hissing low at the sensation on his now overly sensitive cock. He collapsed next to you again and pulled you onto his chest, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"All that, and didn't even get you out of your clothes." He tugged playfully at the hem of your shirt. You giggled, glancing down to see that you were fully clothed, and he was in only his shirt and socks. The realization only made you laugh more, still half-drunk from the afterglow, and Eddie beamed at you, his eyes full of affection.

"That's my girl." He leaned down for a kiss and you returned it sweetly, dropping your head back onto his chest when he pulled away. 

"Mmmmhmm. And we're going to tell people now, yeah?" You asked sleepily.

"Oh hell, yeah. I'm going to tell the fucking world."