#and she drove me home 👉👈

[harrylights]

✨ I GAY STARGAZED ✨

[mitch-the-silly]

Could you write a nsfw Vox x fem!reader where Vox comes home from work, feeling really stressed and asks for the reader’s consent if he could relive that stress on her? Like he’s being really rough on her and maybe praising her too? 👉👈 Nothing too extreme though, and I find consent sexy.

HELL YEAHHH I CAN!! This is exactly what I was waiting for!!! A reason to write Vox smut. What can I say? I'm but a simple creature.

Vox would for sure do that relieving stress via sex thing. Especially since he's always pressed about something and because I like to think he's at least a bit of a manchild.

Anyway, thanks for the request!!

"Take a Breather or Two...?"

Vox x fem!Reader NSFW

MINORS DNI!!!

Warnings: NSFW, Stress relief sex, praise kink, rough sex

You sat silently on the bed that you and Vox shared. With your headphones on, listen to whatever it was that the shuffle button deemed fit for that moment. The feeling of the silky, dark grey sheets against your skin felt heavenly. Vox was going to be home any moment now, and you’d be there to greet him as always. It was simply the way things had been for a while now. He’d work, and you’d spend some much-deserved time with him at home.

You heard the door open and immediately sat up on the bed. However, the slamming of the front door was what made you raise a brow.

“I can’t fucking believe it!” Vox yelled from the living room. He finally entered your shared bedroom, untying his bowtie and sitting at the edge of the bed. He stared at the wall for a second then, covering his eyes with his hands, he kicked the air in frustration. “Ugh, you have no idea what a day I’ve had…” He sighed.

“What happened? Tell me…” You spoke, placing your hands on his shoulders, gently massaging them. He let out a small relieved breath as you did this. After that, he continued.

“First of all, Alastor fucking tried me again today! Not to mention that I had to cancel three of the ten shows that generated the most revenue because the lead actress was taken out in the last extermination and we didn’t know because she went on vacation and said she’d be back in a month. And on top of that Valentino has been throwing the most stupid tantrums. Ughhh!” He vented, “I need to take out some steam.” He gave you a bit of an unrecognizable look. He seemed to be generating an idea. However, there was no way for you to know without asking.

“That sounds like a good solution, Voxxie. You got something in mind? I can see the gears turning in your head~” You teased.

After pondering his idea for a brief moment, Vox continued proceeding to speak his mind. “I want you.” He spoke bluntly. “Yes, fucking your brains out would make me feel so much better.” He added, his breath shuddering slightly. He scooted closer toward you and caressed your face gently. “Can I do that baby~? I’ll only do it if you let me…” he pouted. Almost begging, but based on his tone, it was apparent he was willing to drop the subject if you did not want to do it.

You nodded softly. But that wasn’t enough confirmation for him. “No no, use your words.” He replied in a commanding tone.

“Yes, I’d like that. It sounds like fun.~” You spoke, this time telling him outright that you wanted this.

Vox nodded, “Ok, I’ll try not to be too rough. Just… fuck you’re so fucking sexy…~” He sighed, letting out a desperate little exhale.

Vox reached for your hips, instantly pulling off your pants along with your panties. He wasn’t one for teasing when he needed it. Without wasting a second, he split your legs open, gently tracing the inside of your upper thighs. He licked his lips desperately, determined to make you feel good before he fucked his anger out on you. He leaned his head towards your private area, giving your clit a gentle lick.

You shuddered in pleasure, letting out a small whimper. This drove him absolutely mad. So much so, that he could feel the need to continue this coming from within his core. So he licked along your labia, circling your clit hungrily until you were just as wet as he wanted you. The sounds of your juices gushing as he licked you up, oh it was making him want to do all sorts of things to you. And thus, after hearing how wet you were now, he stopped.

He sat up, looking at you with a certain hunger in his eyes. There was a primal need for more taking over him, not quite clouding his mind but filling him with a haze. “You’re being such a good girl for me.~” Vox cooed, unbuttoning his pants, and pulling them down to his knees. He scrambled to his waist area and took his cock in his hand. Needily aligning himself to your entrance. The sight of his cock on your labia made him shiver impatiently. He rubbed his tip on your clit, gasping out a small shudder

After getting a gasp out of you, he smirked, inserting himself into your entrance. “So tight for me~” He chuckled, very slowly moving in and out of you. You moaned relentlessly, wrapping your legs around him as he mercilessly bucked his hips into you. The sensation made you moan out his name. Reaching out to hold him, you wrapped your arms around his neck. He leaned down to kiss you, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He indulged in its taste, savoring your mouth with absolute ecstasy. The second he parted the kiss, he bucked his hips faster.

Vox’s screen began to lag, the image of his eyes freezing up as he looked directly at you. “Fuck~ You’re so fucking pretty like this~ So good for me~” Vox groaned, his voice distorted and sort of glitched out. It was way too obvious he was enjoying himself.

“Ahh~! V-vox, I’m… I’m close…~” You whined, bouncing back as he pumped himself into you.

“You wanna cum baby~? You want me to make you cum~?” Vox cooed, groaning, desperately chasing his own orgasm. You nodded desperately, whining, feeling a warmth pool up in your insides. He was making you feel so good that you couldn’t turn thoughts into words anymore.

Vox let out a laugh, an amalgamation of amusement and absolute arousal. The flat-screen television he had as a head began sparking as his strokes became more uneven and deep. “Fuck, you’re doing so good for me~ So fucking good…~ You’re gonna make me cum so deep inside you…~” He slurred, seemingly so high on the pleasure that he didn’t seem to give a shit about the malfunctioning lights in the room. He took in the sound of your moans and pants, letting the vibrations course through his being. He had to feel you cum around his cock. He needed to feel it. So he reached his hand down towards your clit, rubbing it with his thumb. You squirmed under his touch, an orgasm approaching faster than before, and you bucked your hips into him. And as you began to get tighter and tighter, the lights began to flash faster. “Yes~… Yes…~ So fucking pretty all stuffed up with my cock…~ Look at that beautiful fucking face…~” he groaned in absolute adoration.

And suddenly, with a hard thrust and a loud grunt, Vox found the climax he so sought, darkness engulfing the once-lit room, his monitor showing the “ERROR” screen. Yet, he didn’t dare stop the way he was touching you. Oh no, he needed to feel you reach your climax as well. He rubbed faster and faster, enduring the overstimulation of keeping you around him, your walls pulsating. He began to whine a bit himself, in all honesty. Until, finally, you arched your back in, your hips spasming as you eventually reached that orgasm he just needed you to have. The sensation of your walls around him, driving him absolutely mad. So much so, that the room’s power returned, but only for the split second in which your walls squeezed him in the midst of your climax. He’d never felt this good before and he swore he wanted more of this.

He pulled out of you, wincing at the sensation and then collapsing next to you. He tried to catch his breath, looking at you doing the exact same thing. Once he felt his breathing was stable, he got up and looked around for a towel. Once he found one, he returned to your side and cleaned you up. “There you go…” He chuckled, “You know, I don’t think that in all the time I’ve been in hell or in the years I was alive I've had sex this good.~” He smirked, pulling you closer, holding you by the hips. Looking at you with that same look of adoration he gave you before.

“You’re not stressed anymore, huh?” You chuckled, gliding your index finger under the bottom part of his monitor; returning his playful little smirk.

“They can go fuck themselves. My steam’s been blown.” He responded, kissing your lips one more time. Needless to say, this might be his go-to when he gets this badly pissed off.

[canislupus-exe]

Made for Each Other | eddie munson

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | he/him/amab (she/her/afab ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | smut/nsfw, mutual perversion, peeping, mild degradation

word count | 1,804

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | can u maybe do an eddie munson smut where the reader catches him masturbating to a polaroid of him and then the reader fucks him 👉👈

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You sighed as you checked your watch, the time read 9:17. The day had been surprisingly slow so you decided to hang out with your best friend, but found his company had barely changed that fact. You’d burned through two movies with him and were going to start a third when he suddenly realized something and bolted out of the room. 

That was a few minutes ago and now you were waiting for his return, sprawled out on his bed. You yawned and laid your head against the pillow. Nothing happened until finally, you heard the bedroom door open. You lifted your torso and leaned on your elbows, raising your eyebrows at him. A bright flash caused you to blink rapidly and groan.

“Dude, what the hell?” You asked, sitting up fully and rubbing your eyes. You could hear Eddie laugh before feeling the bed shift as he sat next to you.

“Ain’t he a beaut?” He asks. You stop rubbing your eyes and look at what’s in his hand. It’s a Polaroid picture of yourself. Your shirt is slightly lifted and your pajama bottoms are slightly misplaced, revealing a small bit of your hip area. Your eyelids are slightly drooped, making you look sleepy and even somewhat sultry.

“When did you get a Polaroid?” You asked.

“I found it at the thrift store just outside of town. I seriously couldn’t believe my luck. It was a little busted right here, see, but nothing some duct tape couldn’t fix.” He raved, showing you all parts of the camera. You smiled fondly.

“That’s awesome Eddie.” You say, handing him the picture. He looks at it for a couple of seconds before looking back up at you.

“You don’t want to keep this?” He asks. You shake your head.

“Nah, what purpose do I have for a picture of myself?”

“Wouldn’t I have even less of a purpose for a picture of you?” He asks with a laugh. You shrug and smile.

“I don’t know. Use it to remember me or if you miss me.” You say with a snicker.

“That’s the corniest shit I’ve ever heard,” Eddie replied. You laughed before standing up from the bed.

“I should probably go home now Eddie. It’s getting late and we have school tomorrow.” You say, grabbing your car keys from his nightstand. 

“Already?” He asks a twinge of sadness in his voice. You smile.

“I’ll be back, probably sooner than you even realize. Thanks for letting me hang and keep you company though.” You said. He nodded and stood from the bed, walking you toward his front door.

You said bye and locked up his door, hopping in your car and starting it up. Your house wasn’t too far from the trailer park, which you were thankful for. It made your visits to his place that much more convenient. You whistled to the song on the radio, mindlessly tapping your steering wheel while focusing on the road.

As you pulled up to a crossroad to take a right turn, you realized how cold you were. You always kept your windows rolled down when you drove but it was much chillier than usual. You were about to turn when it dawned on you that you left your jacket at Eddie’s house. No wonder I’m freezing, you think to yourself as you pop a quick U-turn and backtrack to the trailer park.

It doesn’t take long since you didn’t get very far. In a matter of six minutes, you’re putting your car back in park in Eddie’s driveway. You toss your keys in your jean pocket, knocking on his door. There’s no answer, and you can’t help but assume he’d fallen asleep. Normally, you wouldn’t intrude, but the freezing Indiana temperatures urged you to use the spare key he’d gifted you years ago. Just for emergencies, he told you, and if you stayed out there any longer without a protective layer you’d freeze your dick off, which was as close to an emergency as you could damn near get.

You opened the door and shut it quietly behind you, not wanting to wake him up. You quickly scanned the living room, searching for your jacket. It was nowhere to be found but you didn’t fret, you probably just left it in Eddie’s room. You walked toward his bedroom door, seconds away from pushing it open when you heard a noise.

Not just any noise, though. A very distinct type of noise that caused your feet to stay planted on the floor and your stomach to meet them there. It was a moan. A moan that no doubt belonged to your best friend. Your heart began to thump louder than it ever has but you tried to drown it out, listening for another noise to prove you weren’t going crazy. 

And there it was again. A whiny, high-pitched moan that sent tingles down your spine and blood rushing to your crotch. You clasped a hand over your mouth in an attempt to regulate your breathing, scared you’d make a noise and alert him that you were here. Which you should’ve done, you knew that. You knew how wrong it was to listen to someone get off, but you couldn’t move your feet.

And to make matters worse, your eyes found themselves drawn to the crack in the door. You weren’t just listening now, you were full-on peeping on your best friend jacking off, and God was it making you hard.

The sliver in the door was small but if you angled yourself just right you could see enough. His right hand rapidly moved up and down his shaft while his left held a picture that looked almost familiar. Further up you could see his shirt lifted and his left hand holding a piece of clothing to his nose, which he was no doubt sniffing with fervor. The item of clothing was also familiar. It almost looked like…

“(Y/n)~” Eddie whined breathlessly, and the air around you seemed to turn cold. That couldn’t have possibly been…

“Fuck- (Y/n)…” He moaned again, and you were sure of it this time. He was, without a shadow of a doubt, moaning your name. That wasn’t the only thing he was doing. As he continued to furiously pump his shaft with his fist you realized why everything looked so familiar. He was holding the Polaroid he took of you earlier and sniffing your jacket. Eddie was masturbating to the thought of you.

“God p-please I need you~” He moaned, panting heavily. You got so warm in the face and so fuzzy in the brain that you acted without thinking. You pushed the bedroom door open and walked in, causing him to yelp and throw everything off of him. He scrambled to pull a blanket over himself to salvage a shred of his modesty but you’d already seen too much.

“Don’t stop on my account sweetheart. In fact, let me help you~” You say, popping the button of your jeans. His face turns bright red, staring at you in utter disbelief.

“(Y-Y/n) I can explain-“

“Explain what? That you were jacking off to a picture of me? Mmm, what did you imagine we were doing Eddie?” You asked, pulling the blanket off as you licked your lips. 

“I-I wasn’t-“

“Come on Eddie~ You can tell me. If you ask nicely, I might even do it to you~” You whisper in his ear, gently placing your hand around his already twitching cock. He gasps and whimpers, covering his mouth to stop the needy noises from spilling out.

“You were so loud before, what happened to ‘I need you’?” You asked, moving your hand up and down his shaft. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lowered his hands, babbling for a second as he presumably tried to find the right words.

“I was i-imagining you- ah- fucking me into the- hng- mattress.” He gasped out, balling his hands into the sheets. You smirked, pulling your hand away and watching him practically chase your touch.

“That can be arranged.” You reply, pulling your pants and boxers off all the way. He watched with wide eyes as your cock sprung out, standing at attention and making his mouth water. He watched you bend and spit on his hole, gasping at the sudden cold sensation. You rubbed it into his asshole, expertly spreading him out in seconds and causing him to turn to putty once again. 

Once you were finished prepping him, you positioned your cock head at his tight asshole, teasing by gently prodding it. He whined, staring at you with pleading eyes. You decided to take mercy on him and finally push yourself inside, groaning as he enveloped you. He bit his lip harshly and squeezed his eyes shut, overcome with the pleasure of being filled.

“Look at you, you filthy little pervert. Getting fucked by the guy you were jacking off to.” You practically growled at him, an irregular dominance clouding your mind. He moaned and covered his face, too embarrassed to look you in the eye.

“Maybe we’re made for each other though.” You say somewhat fondly as you pick up your pace. He moans, face still covered, but he manages to get out two words of inquiry.

“W-We are?” He asks meekly. You laugh almost sadistically as you grip his legs.

“We are… wanna know why?” You ask, slowing your hips just the slightest bit to grab his focus.

“Why?” He asks breathlessly.

“Because I’m a pervert too Eddie. I watched you jack off to me. I liked watching you jack off to me.” You say, giving him no time to process what you’ve said before starting to plow into him again. This practically sends him over the edge, whimpering and begging to cum as you fucked into his prostate like never before. He wraps his arms around your back and begins moaning frantically

“Fuck fuck fuck I’m- agghn!” He gasps for air and scratches down your back, body shaking as spurts of cum shoot from the head of his cock. The sounds he’s making and the tightness of his ass proves to be too much as your hips sputter and you let out a low groan, emptying your load straight into his suffocating hole.

You gasp in an attempt to regain your breath, Eddie still latched onto you like his life depends on it. You chuckle and let your body weight fall onto him, electing to clean yourselves up later. You do however decide to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek at the moment, and you’re glad you do when you see his flushed face fondly smile.

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Talk shop Tuesday question coming at you (sorry if you've already been asked this before 👉👈🥺) : so, when you think of a fic plot, at what point do you think of the Pedro Boy/love interest to go along with it? Do you ever change that character as the idea develops?

Hi Rae!! Hope your Tuesday has been good to you! This is a great question, and one I haven't been asked, so thank you for sending it in!

It's actually sort of hard to say which comes first for me, the character of the plot. I think it usually starts with the character - I'll be sitting there daydreaming about a specific character, picking out details about them that stick out to me or things about their canon story that I wish I could change, and then I'll start thinking about ways to highlight those details or make those changes. With Point of No Return, for example, I was thinking about what Ezra's life before the Green could have been like, and who or what he was talking about when he said "no love too intimidating", and then I drove by an old farmhouse on my way home, et voila. The farm and the old flame came along due to the fact that I wanted to give those things to Ezra specifically.

OR I'll be listening to music or watching a movie/show or reading something that makes me think of a character, and I'll see where that leads me. Like with A Clumsy Romance. I was thinking about the Before Trilogy (because those movies are stamped on the inside of my brain and I wouldn't have it any other way) and - Before Sunrise, especially - just made me think of Nico because its this very ephemeral, romantic take on love.

In a way the love interest character, whether its a Reader insert or an OC, also comes rolled into the plot idea. I'll choose a profession or backstory or main character trait for them based on what I think would work best in terms of the story or in terms of who/what I think would work well with the chosen Pedro character. Many moons ago I wrote way more OC love interests than Reader inserts, but every now and then I still like dipping my toes back into the OC pool if I have a VERY clear and defined idea of who this character is. Like with Clara in PONR. I also have a very chaotic wip (I call it chaotic because the thing is currently in more pieces than an unassembled IKEA bookshelf) featuring an OC named Emma who will hopefully turn up sometime this year soon, and she is very much Emma in my mind, like she's a whole fully formed person in there.

RECENTLY HOWEVER! For the first time that I can remember! I started getting ideas for a new story, but the starring role is a toss up between 2 characters. I have the sort of overarching main idea (it's a monster story! a dark one!) but depending on who I decide to go with, it could kind of stray into a few different directions. So I feel like I have more musing to do with that one before it takes flight.

TLDR: I'm not in charge, really. The characters show up and say "This is what we're doing. Make it happen, bitch."

Thanks again for this!!

Talk Shop Tuesday

[pcstan]

I just found your art through your most recent Shelly post and oh my God it's absolutely gorgeous. You do everyone justice. I absolutely adore your Sheila! Also I've never seen another Shelly lover? Like I've seen people who are neutral but never someone who outwardly adores her and that makes me soooo happy. She deserves the world. If you ever posted your headcannons I would absolutely in a heartbeat read them.

Also just a side note I hope you're having a good day/night!!

JAJSJAJW THANK U THIS IS SO NICE!!! I hope you're having a great day too 😭!! She's slowly becoming my favourite character I won't lie.

My last 2 posts have been Shelly headcanons but I'm ALWAYSSSS willing to talk about her i have way too many headcanons. (Note, i have another person asking me for headcanons in my inbox which I love♡).

1) These headcanons are gonna be a slight continuation of my previous post on Shelly and martial arts, particularly the last one where I said when she gets older she teaches Muay Thai courses to kids and teens. She's around 18 during this time and trying to make some money so she can move out of South Park or at least out of her parents' place.

2) One of the kids in her courses is Ike Broflovski, now around 10 years old and rowdy as ever. Due to their parents being friends Shelly offers to drive Ike home after the courses and they start bonding over the fact that they're both feral and unrestrained.

3) Sometimes they'll even go out together to get dinner or watch a movie after they're done with the courses cuz why not ?

4) They both know each other's life dramas. Shelly would never admit it but she's a bit too invested in what these middle school turds do and who's with who or who hates who.

5) Sometimes Shelly has to pick Cartman up too cuz he's too lazy to go home and they're still friends and if Ike is also in the car at that time him and Cartman will always start fighting and yelling while Shelly tries to drive without hitting someone.

6) Speaking of, she sucks at driving. Always goes too fast and loves drifting. That's why Stan literally refuses to enter her car after the first time she drove him somewhere.

7) As does Sharon.

8) Randy is the only person who still accepts car rides from Shelly, funny enough. They always end up fighting during it.

9) Shelly's car has a cd player and Randy gave her some of her old school rock and numetal CDs (mainly so he could listen to them when he's in her car) so sometimes you can see her and Ike head banging to Limp Bizkit from her car windows.

10) Being a martial arts instructer for kids Shelly also met the PC babies. Strong Woman always brings them in to "train" (she just wants Shelly to play babysitter so she can calm down and relax for a minute). Shelly definitely hates having to take care of them but money is money and she likes talking to Strong. They share workout regiments n shit.

That's a few of them 👉👈 As always excuse any grammatical errors I'm just a dude

[multifandomwritings]

Can I request Frank Castle with you are in love by Taylor swift? Tyyy! 👉👈♥️💞

Of course, hope you like it!:)

Valentine's song prompts | You Are In Love (Frank Castle)

Fandoms/characters: Marvel/The Punisher (Frank Castle, reader)

Song: 19. You Are In Love - Taylor Swift

Genre: Fluff/romance

Format: Drabble

Word count: 733

Summary: Neither you or Frank have any idea what you're doing, but it's painfully obvious, even to the waitresses at the diners you both keep ending up in.

Notes: This song works so well for him :') Little details in the song just remind me of him and it's cute idk. This is pretty simple, there is no dialogue or anything. But I hope you enjoy it :)

You weren't even sure how you had stumbled upon Frank Castle, but you were glad you had.

He was a mess, but without even realizing it, you'd grown to love him for it. You wanted to fold him up and hide him away from all the terrible things in the world that had eaten away at him for so long. You wanted to ease his troubles and his mind and be for him what he had become for you.

Neither of you even had any idea what you were doing. Certainly not Frank. He didn't have time for this. It didn't even feel appropriate. Yet, there you both were, smiling up from half-empty mugs in an otherwise empty diner, looking like a couple of teenagers with crushes. The waitress even noticed it, making you both grin with her suggestions that you were a couple as she filled Frank's coffee cup up for what seemed to be the hundredth time. He denied it, despite continuously ordering coffee just so you didn't have to leave just yet.

Conversation came effortlessly. It wasn't so easy most of the time, yet around him, words flowed and both of you got caught up in each other's minds. He made you laugh, and you managed to get a couple of laughs and smiles out of him too. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him, happy, forgetting all the darkness in his life if for even just a moment.

It was time to say goodnight, and yet, neither of you had the heart to do so. He should take you home, he knew, but he kept driving, and you weren't telling him otherwise. There wasn't a single star in the dark sky as he drove along, streetlights flashing against his features for just long enough for you to tell he was at ease. His elbow was propped against the window, thumb rubbing against his jaw as he occasionally glanced over at you, smiling as you knowingly grinned in reply.

Conversation frazzled out as nervousness permeated the dark interior of the car. Without a word, you slid up against him, heart racing so loud you thought he might hear through the heavy silence. He turned for a moment, face drawn and serious, eyes flickering between you and the road. His lips flashed briefly into a nervous smile as he slowly lifted his arm, wrapping it around you. You relaxed beneath his touch as best as you could, which wasn't much.

You both knew perfectly well what you were both feeling, and why you both kept meeting up like this, neither of you ever wanting to part. But you also knew why he was so reluctant, so guarded. So, you would be patient, enjoying the little moments like that until he was ready for more.

You drove on until the sky turned from black to navy, and navy to a pale, steely blue. Frank grinned at you as he realized how far you'd gone, you laughing nervously as you'd crossed the state line somewhere along the way. Grey expanses of forest stretched on either side of the road, tiny towns dotted here and there along the way. You wished he'd gone farther, really, so you had a longer drive back.

Thankfully, every town seemed to have those horrible little diners you both loved so much. You ended up just as you had started, nervous fingers drumming against porcelain mugs as you both prattled on, wondering when one of you would have the courage to actually admit how you were feeling.

Frank eyed you as you stared into your drink, occasionally glancing up at him with a smile. You were so comfortable to him, and he wasn't even sure why. You seemed to effortlessly put him at ease, to remind of the good in the world. Around you, he felt a sense of warmth that he hadn't in ages. And he was endlessly grateful to you for it.

He knew his own feelings for you perfectly well, but he was reluctant. And he cared for you too much to thoughtlessly jump into anything. Yet, there you still were, patient and content to just be with him. His heart lurched at the thought of even acknowledging what you were both doing, but he knew he couldn't wait much longer. Not only for your sake, but also because he was beginning to lose patience.

[stuckysdumbbitch]

Mr freezy being a meanie to his girl thinking she did something bad and it hurts her so bad that he didn't believe her and hurt her but he soon realizes his mistakes and tries to make it up to the reader but she's too far gone in her sadness 🥺👉👈

awww :( mr freezy my mean baby ❤️

warnings: mean freezy, degradation, ddlg, forced regression, kidnapping, blood, anal, implied general darkness, angst

The silver clattering onto the tiles shook you, followed by your quick gaze shooting up to face the big bulk of a man glaring menacingly at your shivering form. He stalked closer, one hand wrapping around her frail limp to drag you against his firm chest.

“What do you think you are doing up at these hours? with a knife you know you aren’t allowed to touch?” He growled into your ear, hot breathe fanning over as his breathing became harder and harder. Before you could properly answer, he was tugging you out of the kitchen.

“Freezy!” you squealed as the messy sheets rubbed against your face; before you could find your footing, his denim jeans rubbing against your bare thighs as his hands greedily drank your globes.

His dress shirt you used to sleep in pooled over the curve of your back, revealing your flimsy thong Robert was quick to pull down. His hands gripped and groped your flesh hard, making your whole body shake.

“Fucking slut; All day working my ass out to clean the mess you done and this is my welcome home? should leave all your little trails so they can find you and teach you a lesson.”

You mewled when one finger prodded your tighter rim, head shooting up to look at him over your shoulder. He grinned at you, toothy and sharp and white as he saw the fear in your eyes build.

“Not so brave now, are you baby? gonna fill this itty bitty ass to the brim.”

If the thumb was painful, the sudden push of half his member was unbearable. Your whole body went burning hot, Freezy’s thrust going deep and fast. You barely registered how his cock could even slide out of your tightness. The sting suddenly became a dull throb, his movements becoming easier and more fluid as the stench of copper hit your nose.

You were out before your blood stained the sheets.

That didnt stop him; the sight of you bleeding around his cock only drove him crazier. Even in your sleep, your little tears roll down your cheeks and little breathy whimpers escaped your over bitten lips.

But Pronge did have the necessity to hold you tightly as he came. His strong arms wrapping around you to hold you close as he emptied himself into you, mouth pressing over your test stained cheeks.

He pulled himself off quickly, something tugging at his chest painfully as he wandered around the house. He finally switched on the kitchen lights, seeing the scattered mess over the table. He expected the shelves to ransacked for weapons, but no. The only things set on the table were jars of jelly and peanut butter.

He sighed after looking at the so-important knife. He knew a lot about them; mostly when one wasn’t harmful. The butter knife seem to look mockingly back at him.

With his face red, he slowly walked back to the room. He recalled exactly how you had climbed into his lap that very morning to ask him what was his favorite sandwich. You laid there, his cum dripping over your blood as you shivered from the cold air of the night.

“Baby? c’mon, let’s wake up; Daddy gotta take care of you.” He cooed, gently cleaning you up. He’d deal with the blood later. You slowly blinked open, looking at him with your sweet little pout and furrowed brows, eyes puffy with tears.

“I wanned to make you a sandwich daddy,” you sniffled, shielding your face away with your hands.

“I know pretty girl, Daddy’s sorry. gonna kiss it all over you so I can make it better?”

He tried to hold you, but you wriggled away.

“Don’y hurt me anymore Daddy, please.”

[puppy-phum]

bad buddy for the ask game 🥺👉👈

thank you for allowing me to go feral, love you ♥

favorite male character:

pran, obviously. idk if there has ever been a bl character i've related to more. he feels like home to me and i am so grateful i got to meet him ♥

favorite female character:

we get very few options for this but honestly, i have to say pha. i love her to bits. she's so cute and energetic and her just going uh um gIrLs 😳😍 during the show is so relatable. also, huge respect for her dealing with both pat and pran, truly the god's strongest soldier

least favorite character:

patpran's parents lol. otherwise i love everyone a lot. even wai ok. he is dear to me despite this fandom hating on him a lot for understandable reasons.

prettiest character:

please do not make me choose bc they are all so pretty??? can you see pha above?? and then ink?? and aaahhh both pat and pran are Beautiful too 😭😭 and their friends??? but is this my chance to say that i am absolutely obsessed with jimmy's face and put wai here bc i will do it (i am very normal when it comes to vice versa starting next month)

funniest character:

ok so bad buddy is obviously a romantic comedy. they are all simply funny. but i think the one who makes me laugh the most is pran despite also making me cry the hardest. i just love the faces he makes?? and his and pat's banter is always so good.

favorite episode:

i have two. the first one is ep 5 bc i will never be over pat's self-discovery journey during it and then the kiss at the end. all of that changed me as a person. the second one is ep 11 which always tears my heart apart. it's so beautiful and lovely but the underlying melancholy in that ep is just killing me. it's perfectly my vibe tho bc i love tragedies, and if bad buddy had ended like they fooled us into believing it did, i could've still lived with it. am happy it didn't bc patpran deserve to be happy but i could've lived.

favorite romantic ship:

patpran of course. i adore them. i have never felt as strongly about a main couple before. bad buddy really is one for the history books. tho i also gotta mention that waikorn drove me wild while i was waiting for new episodes to drop. they really made them all "will they, won't they??" and am still not quite sure they didn't actually end up together in the end haha

favorite family ship:

idk if there really are any others in bad buddy than pat and pha. but i don't really need more?? they were perfect. i loved their banter and they truly felt like siblings, they had that deranged energy to them. but they were also very supportive and caring of each other, and pha's coming out scene still has a place in my heart ♥

favorite friendship:

bc i see pran as a permanently lonely person, i adored it that he had wai by his side. his and wai's friendship felt free and uncomplicated. they were also very comfy with each other and had casual skinship which i did not expect from pran when i saw so much of myself in him. i also adored pat with korn bc wow the chaos really was on another level. also the shared braincell between those two was barely functional but they did take advantage of every second of when it was ♥

worst ship:

gosh i dunno if there is anything bad in bad buddy? all the ships are lovely ;; or maybe i just haven't seen anything truly cursed haha (and please do not expose me to anything if you know something, i like this happy bubble am living in XD)

thank you once more! i had fun :')

leave a tv show or a movie in my ask box and i'll tell you things!

[canislupus-exe]

Made for Each Other | eddie munson

>>gif credit to @/rpvisualosities<<

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | she/her/afab (he/him/amab ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | smut/nsfw, mutual perversion, peeping, mild degradation

word count | 1,804

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | can u maybe do an eddie munson smut where the reader catches him masturbating to a polaroid of her and then the reader fucks him 👉👈

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You sighed as you checked your watch, the time read 9:17. The day had been surprisingly slow so you decided to hang out with your best friend, but found his company had barely changed that fact. You’d burned through two movies with him and were going to start a third when he suddenly realized something and bolted out of the room. 

That was a few minutes ago and now you were waiting for his return, sprawled out on his bed. You yawned and laid your head against the pillow. Nothing happened until finally, you heard the bedroom door open. You lifted your torso and leaned on your elbows, raising your eyebrows at him. A bright flash caused you to blink rapidly and groan.

“Dude, what the hell?” You asked, sitting up fully and rubbing your eyes. You could hear Eddie laugh before feeling the bed shift as he sat next to you.

“Ain’t she a beaut?” He asks. You stop rubbing your eyes and look at what’s in his hand. It’s a Polaroid picture of yourself. Your shirt is slightly lifted and your pajama bottoms are slightly misplaced, revealing a small bit of your hip area. Your eyelids are slightly drooped, making you look sleepy and even somewhat sultry.

“When did you get a Polaroid?” You asked.

“I found it at the thrift store just outside of town. I seriously couldn’t believe my luck. It was a little busted right here, see, but nothing some duct tape couldn’t fix.” He raved, showing you all parts of the camera. You smiled fondly.

“That’s awesome Eddie.” You say, handing him the picture. He looks at it for a couple of seconds before looking back up at you.

“You don’t want to keep this?” He asks. You shake your head.

“Nah, what purpose do I have for a picture of myself?”

“Wouldn’t I have even less of a purpose for a picture of you?” He asks with a laugh. You shrug and smile.

“I don’t know. Use it to remember me or if you miss me.” You say with a snicker.

“That’s the corniest shit I’ve ever heard,” Eddie replied. You laughed before standing up from the bed.

“I should probably go home now Eddie. It’s getting late and we have school tomorrow.” You say, grabbing your car keys from his nightstand. 

“Already?” He asks a twinge of sadness in his voice. You smile.

“I’ll be back, probably sooner than you even realize. Thanks for letting me hang and keep you company though.” You said. He nodded and stood from the bed, walking you toward his front door.

You said bye and locked up his door, hopping in your car and starting it up. Your house wasn’t too far from the trailer park, which you were thankful for. It made your visits to his place that much more convenient. You whistled to the song on the radio, mindlessly tapping your steering wheel while focusing on the road.

As you pulled up to a crossroad to take a right turn, you realized how cold you were. You always kept your windows rolled down when you drove but it was much chillier than usual. You were about to turn when it dawned on you that you left your jacket at Eddie’s house. No wonder I’m freezing, you think to yourself as you pop a quick U-turn and backtrack to the trailer park.

It doesn’t take long since you didn’t get very far. In a matter of six minutes, you’re putting your car back in park in Eddie’s driveway. You toss your keys in your jean pocket, knocking on his door. There’s no answer, and you can’t help but assume he’d fallen asleep. Normally, you wouldn’t intrude, but the freezing Indiana temperatures urged you to use the spare key he’d gifted you years ago. Just for emergencies, he told you, and if you stayed out there any longer without a protective layer you’d freeze your tits off, which was as close to an emergency as you could damn near get.

You opened the door and shut it quietly behind you, not wanting to wake him up. You quickly scanned the living room, searching for your jacket. It was nowhere to be found but you didn’t fret, you probably just left it in Eddie’s room. You walked toward his bedroom door, seconds away from pushing it open when you heard a noise.

Not just any noise, though. A very distinct type of noise that caused your feet to stay planted on the floor and your stomach to meet them there. It was a moan. A moan that no doubt belonged to your best friend. Your heart began to thump louder than it ever has but you tried to drown it out, listening for another noise to prove you weren’t going crazy. 

And there it was again. A whiny, high-pitched moan that sent tingles down your spine and blood rushing to your crotch. You clasped a hand over your mouth in an attempt to regulate your breathing, scared you’d make a noise and alert him that you were here. Which you should’ve done, you knew that. You knew how wrong it was to listen to someone get off, but you couldn’t move your feet.

And to make matters worse, your eyes found themselves drawn to the crack in the door. You weren’t just listening now, you were full-on peeping on your best friend jacking off, and God was it making you wet.

The sliver in the door was small but if you angled yourself just right you could see enough. His right hand rapidly moved up and down his shaft while his left held a picture that looked almost familiar. Further up you could see his shirt lifted and his left hand holding a piece of clothing to his nose, which he was no doubt sniffing with fervor. The item of clothing was also familiar. It almost looked like…

“(Y/n)~” Eddie whined breathlessly, and the air around you seemed to turn cold. That couldn’t have possibly been…

“Fuck- (Y/n)…” He moaned again, and you were sure of it this time. He was, without a shadow of a doubt, moaning your name. That wasn’t the only thing he was doing. As he continued to furiously pump his shaft with his fist you realized why everything looked so familiar. He was holding the Polaroid he took of you earlier and sniffing your jacket. Eddie was masturbating to the thought of you.

“God p-please I need you~” He moaned, panting heavily. You got so warm in the face and so fuzzy in the brain that you acted without thinking. You pushed the bedroom door open and walked in, causing him to yelp and throw everything off of him. He scrambled to pull a blanket over himself to salvage a shred of his modesty but you’d already seen too much.

“Don’t stop on my account sweetheart. In fact, let me help you~” You say, popping the button of your jeans. His face turns bright red, staring at you in utter disbelief.

“(Y-Y/n) I can explain-“

“Explain what? That you were jacking off to a picture of me? Mmm, what did you imagine we were doing Eddie?” You asked, pulling the blanket off as you licked your lips. 

“I-I wasn’t-“

“Come on Eddie~ You can tell me. If you ask nicely, I might even do it to you~” You whisper in his ear, gently placing your hand around his already twitching cock. He gasps and whimpers, covering his mouth to stop the needy noises from spilling out.

“You were so loud before, what happened to ‘I need you’?” You asked, moving your hand up and down his shaft. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lowered his hands, babbling for a second as he presumably tried to find the right words.

“I was i-imagining you- ah- riding me into- hng- oblivion.” He gasped out, balling his hands into the sheets. You smirked, pulling your hand away and watching him practically chase your touch.

“That can be arranged.” You reply, pulling your pants and panties off all the way. He watched with wide eyes as your soaked pussy was revealed, dripping with arousal and making his mouth water. He watched you bend and spit on his cock, gasping at the sudden cold sensation. You rubbed it down the shaft, expertly lubing him up in seconds and causing him to turn to putty once again.

Once you were finished prepping him, you positioned your entrance over his hard cock, teasing by gently prodding it. He whined, staring at you with pleading eyes. You decided to take mercy on him and finally sink down, groaning as he filled you up. He bit his lip harshly and squeezed his eyes shut, overcome with the pleasure of being inside you.

“Look at you, you filthy little pervert. Getting fucked by the girl you were jacking off to.” You practically growled at him, an irregular dominance clouding your mind. He moaned and covered his face, too embarrassed to look you in the eyes.

“Maybe we’re made for each other though.” You say somewhat fondly as you pick up your pace. He moans, face still covered, but he manages to get out two words of inquiry.

“W-We are?” He asks meekly. You laugh almost sadistically as you rest your hands on his stomach.

“We are… wanna know why?” You ask, slowing your hips just the slightest bit to grab his focus.

“Why?” He asks breathlessly.

“Because I’m a pervert too Eddie. I watched you jack off to me. I liked watching you jack off to me.” You say, giving him no time to process what you’ve said before starting to bounce vigorously on him again. This practically sends him over the edge, whimpering and begging to cum as you intensely rode him like never before. He grabs your hips and begins moaning frantically

“Fuck fuck fuck I’m- agghn!” He gasps for air and digs his nails into your skin, body shaking as spurts of cum shoot from the head of his cock and nestles deep inside your pussy. The sounds he’s making and the feeling of him releasing inside you proves to be too much as your hips sputter and you let out a loud moan, shaking as your own orgasm so intense takes over your body and leaves you trembling.

You gasp in an attempt to regain your breath, Eddie still latched onto you like his life depends on it. You chuckle and let your body weight fall onto him, electing to clean yourselves up later. You do however decide to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek at the moment, and you’re glad you do when you see his flushed face fondly smile.