#so double test i guess

[yummyyummie]

Here's some Peaches drawings, based on a piece of writing i wrote, you can read it below :3

A Demon's Visit - wordcount 2381 cw: vore, fulltour, unwilling prey

"So full of despair and anxiety, aren't you dear? Good thing I heard you, we'll get this fixed up, don't fret it, sweet little thing~"

You never quite expected that just calling out to nothing would actually be answered, sure it was genuine, but you would never think that it would work. It just sounds too ridiculous. And yet here you are, held off the ground in the clawed hands of some four legged demon. She had ominously appeared after you had been crying your heart out, feeling like a wreck after a particularly rough day, something finally snapped the camel's back so to speak. Out of the shadows she had approached, and even if she was soft spoken it was still terrifying to have a literal demon standing before you. But you were too emotionally drained to really do much about it, as if it mattered to try and run. 

And now she has picked you up so she can actually look you in the eye. Her yellow, faintly glowing eyes don't exactly look back with sympathy, more so they gleam with some morbid eagerness. She gives you a gentle smile, and speaks up again.

"Wouldn't you want to feel a bit better? Just have all those terrible feelings and mean thoughts go away? I could help you, no charge needed~" She offers, it sounds too good to be true, to be honest. Clearly there must be some kind of catch, it's a demon after all.

"Really?" Is all you can muster out, you'd want to ask more but don't have the energy to really say much right now.

"Really~" She slyly responds, grinning back at you. "All I'd ask is to be allowed to do what's needed to get you better, that's it. I'm not interested in much else, truly!" She says moving you a bit closer to her.

You think about it for a moment, you have no clue what it is that she'd do to you. But at the same time you wanted little more than for all these shitty feelings to leave you be, so it did sound tempting. And for nothing in return? It sounded dubious in every regard, really, but your head's not in the right place. You just want things to get better so you can move on with your life, not just keep sulking. So if she can supposedly fix it, might as well give it a shot. Like things can get much worse.

"Do we have a deal~?" She asks, taking a hand off of you, to hold it out for you to shake.

"Sure.." You mutter and lightly shake her big, clawed hand, to which she merrily grins again. 

"Wonderful! Now, don't struggle too much dear, it won't hurt a bit. Just… let it happen~" She says, lifting you up closer and closer to her face, getting uncomfortably close. Her breath on your face smells vaguely of some kind of flowery incense or perfume.

And then she opens her mouth. You want to instinctively freak out and pull away, putting your arms up against her face, holding yourself away. She chuckles before closing her mouth and looks at you with a playful smile. You can feel your heartbeat having just started racing, your fear getting some energy back to you. She shakes her head and tisks at you.

"What did I just say? You made a deal, my little sweet, no take-backsies now~" She says, trying to lift you into her mouth again. But you just can't get yourself to calm down, you grip the edges of her mouth again to resist and push back against her trying to get a bite of you. This time she doesn't look so amused, as if getting annoyed with you. Even if it would make sense to not be willing to accept a demon just shoving you into their mouth, you think.

"Darling, if you're gonna be difficult I will have to pacify you, and I'm sure neither of us would enjoy that very much. So be a good little mortal and let me help you!" She growls and opens her mouth before you again, it doesn't exactly ease your nerves hearing her getting frustrated. Against your better judgment, you still struggle, it's hard to beat your fear telling you to fight back. She stops and sighs, you're not making this easy at all. But she appears to fend off her annoyance, trying to remain patient.

"Alright, alright. This isn't working, clearly. Eventually you will grow too tired to struggle, but listen I don't want to spend my whole day waiting for that. So, let's see if calming you down will make this go a bit smoother." She says, as you feel her gently stroking your head. "Breathe in, and it should soothe some of your nerves, little one~" That you can do, probably, you think in response to her request. Her neck puffs up as she takes a deep breath in, and then gently blows a lavender smoke or gas at you. It has that same flowery scent, only much more intensified. At first it feels like it burns your nose and your lungs, but the stinging feeling quickly subsides as the calming effect takes hold. Slowly but surely you feel the tenseness in your body lessen, as if it and your senses all are being softened up. Even her petting is starting to feel quite nice.

"There, that's a little better, isn't it? I'm not out to hurt you, that ain't my style, I just want to help rid you of those pesky, delicious anxieties and distresses of yours~" She coos gently, giving you a little lick across your face. It feels warm, but not as bad as you would've imagined. "Let's get you where you need to be before the temporary calm wears off, yes~?" She says and you meekly nod in response, and she smiles back at you.

This time moving you up to her open maw you don't immediately go to resist, feeling too tired and soothed to fight back. She lets your head rest against her tongue for a moment, you're not sure if she's tasting you or just giving you time to look down into her mouth. 

She shoves you in further, careful not to accidentally catch you on any of her sharp fangs. You feel her saliva across your face, and it only gets warmer as you have your head all the way in the back of her mouth. Her throat widens and opens up for you, as she pushes you further and further in. You feel your upper body glide down and push up against the fleshy, warm walls. It becomes hard to move, but you still don't feel all that compelled to struggle. With a gulp she pulls you down more into her, you feel only your legs still in her mouth. With another you are cradled all in her soft, yet tight throat. It takes a moment before she sends you down, you feel as she presses her hand against her neck outside, squishing you within. After a small, content chuckle from her you feel the walls squeeze you downwards with one last loud swallow.

After a short trip of more squeezing you exit into her stomach. Expecting it to be dark and uncomfortable, it surprisingly is glowing a ambiently gentle purple. The surrounding walls are pillowy soft, if it weren't for the wetness and movement it'd almost be like being caught in a big fluffy blanket. But even with how oddly cozy it is, you feel the unease creep in again. As it dawns on you that she just ate you, whole and all. You start to look around frantically, trying to see if there's any way out somehow. But even if you spot the mouth of the stomach, it is pressed firmly shut. Panicking, you press and move your hands around against the walls, trying to find something. Anything. But all you find is hearing her chuckle at you, the sound reverberating strangely hearing her from inside of her. You can't help but be a bit upset at her for finding this funny, it isn't funny one bit, you feel tricked. Out of frustration you kick against the fleshy walls, but it doesn't seem to do much.

As you sit there and grumble angrily and fearfully to yourself, you come to notice that there's not really anything in here that's hurting you. Sure it's wet, but there's no sign of any acid or anything burning your skin. You're just soaked and covered by floral scented liquid, the smell is a little bit calming. Though the longer you wait the closer the soft walls start to encroach, giving you less and less space to move around inside her belly. They squish up against you all around, forcing you into a scrunched up fetal position. Even if tightly snug, you don't feel uncomfortable, oddly enough. The stomach squeezes you gently in almost a rhythm, and you can more clearly hear the sound of the demon's heartbeat when your ears have the walls pressed against them. The sensation causes you to relax, almost feeling like you're being softly cradled. Then you hear her humming, she sounds pretty happy with herself, gently swinging her tummy from side to side. Is she trying to lull you to sleep? You can't quite tell, you're having a hard time focusing at all. The thoughts you're having feel fleeting, being absorbed by her as you continue to be squeezed. Telling the time is incredibly difficult, but you can imagine it just keeps going for hours. Yet you can't get yourself to worry about the things you're missing. It's as if those thoughts are being taken the moment you try to think them.

After a while, however many hours have passed, you feel something change. The walls around you shift and move, tensing up as they push you towards the bottom exit of the stomach. It opens up and you're pushed through. At first you want to think that you're about to be going through her intestines, but your mind doesn't seem to want to care. It doesn't matter, nothing matters now really. You just feel empty, like someone took all your emotions away, or at least the negative ones. And now your brain is having a hard time producing any new negative thoughts, it takes way longer than you have the attention to spare for it.

And then you enter into another fleshy chamber, it appears to be her second stomach. You do recall her having two tummies when you saw her from the outside, before you ever had a clue you'd end up in her. This one is even softer than the last one, and squishes around you keeping you in a lying position. Your senses almost feel overwhelmed at first, with how soft it all is. The comforting smell. The groaning sounds of the belly coming from all around you. Your empty thoughts and feelings are slowly filled with comfort and calmness, you haven't felt this relaxed in forever. You can't think of anything else, it's all your brain wants to care about right now. It's an odd sensation, and again time just moves on without you having a clue for how long.

It's just warmth and softness, a distant heartbeat ringing in your ears, and no way out on your own. Like being stuck in a sleeping bag that wants nothing but for you to feel good. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to let her eat you, your thoughts wander, feeling relief.

But you can't stay here forever. That wasn't a part of the deal.

You feel everything move around you, pushing you forward. Even if you don't want to leave, you have no means of fighting it, your body refuses to act. It just accepts being tugged out from the incredibly comfy chamber, into the fleshy tubes that are the demon's intestines. The constant pulsing surrounding you brings you deeper and deeper.

It just keeps going and going. Will it ever end?

At least it isn't too bad, you still feel quite relaxed. And you didn't die, which you guess she was right about not hurting you. Still not exactly how you expected to spend your …day..? You'll just have to check how much time has actually passed when you get the chance.

Eventually it appears like you have arrived at the end. It is a peculiar experience, not particularly dignified, but it certainly could have gone way worse. You're surprised to find yourself back on the floor of your room, a fair bit soaked, but you feel a whole lot better compared to earlier. Frankly you barely even remember what got you in that state in the first place, it's all dust in the wind now.

You hear the jingling of the demon's golden jewelry as she steps around behind you, and as you're just about to try and get up your vision goes dark, from a bath towel having been dropped over you.

"I'd stick around to play with you more, but I have other matters to attend to. Thanks for the meal, though, lemme just dry you up and I'll be on my way~" She says and ruffles you over with the towel, drying off whatever liquids that are soaking you. "Don't worry, I've just been lazing around in here, mostly. I did have to find something for when you eventually would get out, but surely you don't mind. It would feel rude to leave you all numb and wet laying on the floor for a while."

After getting you dry she picks you up and places you on your bed, you still can't quite get your body to move, so you just lay there watching her tuck you in. She giggles to herself, and strokes your head before she wanders back towards the shadows of the room.

"Don’t try to get upset just to make me come back, y'hear sweetie? If you want me to visit, remember me and I'll probably hear you~" She waves at you, though you can't really wave back.

"Taa-taa for now!" She says before vanishing into the shadows she emerged from way earlier.

[sysig]

Skelefam

Unfortunately, as much as I love this mod - I mean, it’s beautiful! Just look at it! - it does have a game-crashing bug D: For some reason skeletons can’t get jobs, it crashes the game lol, so as much as I’d love to have Gaster in the Science career, he is a stay-at-home parent! That’s fine, nannies suck in TS2 lol. There’s also only a few clothing options but I’m gonna try some poking around to at least expand upon what’s there already :D

I ended up using the stretchSkeleton cheat - hehe, skeleton - to make Papyrus a bit taller and Sans a bit smaller. It’s only really noticeable in their ankles, and their animations are a bit misaligned, but other than that it’s very cute! :D Sans is also chubby but it’s kinda hard to tell :0

Sans, stop breaking the fourth wall!

Look how little he is compared to his brother hehe

Also, and I did not edit or plan this - they naturally started falling into their relationship dynamics! Gaster and Sans have a much lower Short Term Relationship here than Gaster and Papyrus haha

Would that I could! I was still testing at this point and yup, it crashed. Sadge

Well even if I can’t get the jobs, I can still cheat-unlock the Career Awards! Scientist behaviour lol

Look at their delicate little haaands

Did you know that Gaster sucks? He does!

Oh what are skeletons not your type? Don’t be rude

Sans even rejected him when Gaster offered to dance together! I love them

Gaster’s POV - he was listening to Sans tell a joke and next in the queue Papyrus wanted to show off to him. So accurate haha

Papyrus’ POV, of course he’s friends with both of them, sweet boy

And Sans’, look at how much more he thinks of his brother over Gaster! What more could I ask for honestly

Only concerned with Gaster seeing lol, Papyrus is way closer! He doesn’t count haha

Racecar bed babyyyy

Retextured the outfit for Papyrus, so now they’re much easier to tell apart! :D

Crossover babies ♪ One of the Todds walked by and I just now realized I also gave them a red/blue twin aesthetic haha

And that’s all he’ll want and care about from now on :)

Hehe. He gets it!

Papyrus is bad at making friends! Sans there in the background passively ++ing with Todd lol, he’s a natural

[densewentz]

exhausted health update because I have to rant somewhere lol

So we're ending day 12 of my mysterious right-sided numbness. It's moved from just my torso all the way down my right leg to my toes, so now I'm just hobbling around half numb rip. And now the torso numbness feels like im being vacuum sealed or something, just a horrible tightness and lack that makes it impossible to ignore. Went to the ER the other night and had 2 panic attacks within the span of the several hours I was there, got my bloodwork redone and a cat scan which all came back with a big Nothing on them. They told me I needed an MRI but that I'd have to go through my Primary Care and after I told them my primary wouldnt see me until May they referred me to a new primary not in my network so that's been a dead end rip. So far everyone is pointing at my horrific anxiety as the cause but not one doctor has actually offered me help for the anxiety despite me having the active panic attacks in the office lol. My Primary wont see me for several months despite the severity of my current condition and none of the mental health programs I've reached out to will get back to me so for now I'm just. Existing in this anxiety Ouroboros where my anxiety causes my numbness which causes anxiety which causes numbness. I'm trying stupid home remedies to try and minimize the active anxiety attacks but so far we've just been circling around alternating Holy Basil, Benadryl and literally just drinking Rum and going to sleep, which sure all help my anxiety a little maybe but also make it almost impossible for me to function normally during the day. This is making art difficult so commissions are going slow which is obviously making me more anxious lol. I also am home alone most of the week managing the household, which is made more difficult since right now the numbness in my foot/leg makes it dangerous for me to drive and difficult for me to get around my house to do daily tasks. Idk man I'm just tired as all hell and I seem to vacillate wildly between full anxiety breakdowns and depressive/dissociative episodes. At any rate during the week I'll just be constantly calling and harassing every doctor/therapist I can get a number for trying to find someone who will be able to either address my anxiety directly or can at least get me into an MRI to rule out MS or anything else that ISNT anxiety. I'm going to become the bane of the medical profession for a while. Wish me luck!

[arthur-r]

as usual i am up late into the night planning my future when i should be: getting a good nights sleep so that i even have a future!!

[snowbatsims]

oops det er på norsk i kveld

Einarr sitter og broderer noen blåbær :>

Morten: heiiii - å ja selvfølgelig kan eg komma på jobb! null problem haha, eg bara forsov meg litt igjen- Morten: ...det e morgen akkurat nå. korfor tok eg denna gartnerjobben nå igjen? Bat: fordi du like blomster, din tosk. Morten: vel... sant, men hysj.

Morten: .............

I mellomtiden satte Rune i gang med å spille litt gitar.

Rune: Okei, så siden Morten ble tvungen til å gå på jobb igjen, tenker eg at hen fortjener en koselig overraskelse då an kommer hjem. Har du forslag? Einarr: Ek veit hvat vér kann gjera.

Maria-Elise, Mortens mor: Overnatting hos dokkår? Tja, korfor ikkje? Einarr: Tǫkk fyrir. Ek trúr Mortinn setjar mjǫk pris á þat. Maria-Elise: Eg glømme alltid kor tjukk den merkelige dialekten din e... Einarr: Já; ek em mjǫk gamall, þú veit... Maria: Eldgammal vikingmann, ja.

Maria: Vel, eg har'kje særlig møkje å gjøra dei neste tri dagane, så... Einarr: Þrir dagar yfirnǫtting segirþú? Maria: Gjerna det.

Og så kom regnet.

(fortsettelse følger??)

[rootbeerfloats]

hi everyone sorry for not posting for two days i got sick and i just took a covid test and its positive

[nekosaskia-v2]

Almost dying really puts into perspective how many people actually care about your existence, which can be really depressing when you realize that it's literally just your wife, and by extension her parents. Like my own parents don't even know, or that it's the 2nd time it's happened, because they don't care enough about me or my life to be involved to begin with. And i know a lot of the stuff with other people is at least partially my own fault for letting my depression led me to pushing people away and burning bridges until i didn't have anyone left but Luna, but it still fucking hurts to grapple with(plus not being able to shut up the bpd voice in ur head going "if they really cared about you a few weeks of not responding shouldn't have made them forget about you forever haha).

I wanna change, i want to start being more active on here again. I want to meet new people and make new friends, instead of being sad and bitter about the ones i've already lost. It's just all so overwhelming and i don't know where to begin picking up the pieces.

[femmeidiot]

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[milkweedman]

Im like 5 rows into this scarf and have already hit the commission mood of 'why did i take a commission i hate doing them so much i am never taking another commission again' except i actually have 2 commissions and i mostly took this scarf one as some twisted procrastination technique for the other one

[xaykwolf]

I hope everyone who wanted us to go maskless dies in a horrific fire. My parents both caught COVID (just tested this morning to confirm, despite my mom having been sick for over a week with an evidently false negative test).

Not only am I going to have to sit out in barely-over-freezing weather to see my best friend tomorrow for potentially a much shorter time than if I hadn’t been exposed and potentially infected myself, my parents may also now have to worry about Long COVID. My dad already has enough health problems, he doesn’t need another fucking one.

[tenebriism]

// BIG OOF.

Got home from the con, tested myself three times--- positive on all three. I’m trying to get ahold of my workplace so we can figure this out ( because, obviously, I’m not gonna go to work if I’m sick with the ‘vid, but I ALSO cannot afford to quarantine and not get paid for it. PICK UP THE PHONE. )

I feel fine, minus a bit of a raspy cough and some sneezing here and there, and I’ve already posted it on my Instagram so the mutuals I met at the con are aware they may have been exposed because of me. One already confirmed she tested positive, too. This shit is still serious, and while I’m happy we can go to cons and escape life a bit again, when we get home and take off the costumes, it’s back to reality.

[candyxatu]

almost had a panic attack abt my impending driving test but slayed the big scary roundabout that i was certain would be what fails me so idk

[truckeeriverkiller]

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[dartlekey]

Life update: if things do not go as planned but it's technically still fine, I just have to do a bunch of rescheduling, am I allowed to be grumpy about it? (I know the answer is yes, as long as I don't make it someone else's problem; I'm just being dramatic. Nevertheless - )

[munson-blurbs]

Summary: Your lab partner, Eddie Munson, might be the most irritating person in your life. But when he unexpectedly comes to your rescue at a party, his chivalry is too hard to resist.

A collaboration with the absurdly talented @corroded-hellfire 🥰

WC: 3.8k

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), fem!Reader, enemies-to-lovers, drinking, Billy Hargrove being a douche, fighting, blood, praise, fingering, accidental voyeurism if you squint, unprotected p in v, fluff because Red & I are some corny motherfuckers

Thank you @blueywrites for your idea that upped the spice 🌶️🌶️ Divider credit to @saradika

“Okay, so we need to mix the magnesium with hydrochloric acid,” you start, carefully measuring each substance and pouring them into a test tube, “and then we light the splint and see if it creates a squeaking noise.”

“Right,” Eddie says, not bothering to hide his disinterest. “And, uh, why are we doing this, exactly?”

You clench your jaw and exhale through your nose. Eddie getting under your skin is bad enough, but if he knew how much he annoyed you, he’d likely double down. 

“We’re testing for the presence of oxygen,” you say with as much patience as you can muster. “And you need to wear safety goggles.”

He rolls his eyes and mimics you in a high-pitched and highly unflattering tone. “You need to wear safety goggles.” 

He reaches for the matches, but you pull them away before he can grab them. 

“I’m serious.”

Eddie scoffs. “Please. We’re not even blowing shit up. Besides, I have a gig tonight, and I’m not getting on stage with goggle marks on my face.”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure that’ll be the difference between your shitty band getting a record deal or not.”

“Whatever.” But he begrudgingly snaps on the protective gear, and you hand over the matchbox and the splint. 

“So just li—seriously?” You watch, dumbfounded, as Eddie strikes a match and uses it to light the cigarette perched between his lips. Where had he kept it this whole time?

“What?” He asks with a smirk. “There’s, like, a million of these left. I’ll use the next one for the experiment thingy.”

He doesn’t get that far; Ms. O’Donnell marches over and yanks out the cigarette, snuffs it in the tray, and orders him to the principal’s office. 

Leaving you to complete your work alone. Again. 

Last week, it was because he’d kicked his feet up on the table and took a swig of Mountain Dew from a beaker. The week before, he’d blown up a rubber glove like a balloon and popped it right in Jason Carver’s ear, causing him to shatter a test tube on the ground. 

You often felt more like a babysitter than a lab partner. 

What you needed was a night out, so the party Steve Harrington was throwing tonight could not come any sooner. It wasn’t your usual scene, but all of your friends were going, and it certainly beat raiding your parents’ liquor cabinet alone. 

Music blasts from an overpriced stereo system as you pull up to Steve’s house. Barely audible over the reverberating bass is the sound of drunken cheering as someone does a kegstand. You sigh, plaster a smile on your face, and make a beeline for the punch bowl. 

Heather Holloway ladles jungle juice into an already pink-stained cup; you’re grateful for at least one kind face in a sea of Hawkins High students and recent graduates. 

“Heather, hi!” You smile at her, plucking a new cup from the stack and filling it nearly to the brim. “How’s college?”

Heather takes a sip, wrinkling her nose at the vodka’s pungency. “Way better than high school,” she says with a laugh. “I’m taking an intro to biochem, and my lab partner actually shows up.”

You raise your glass in a mock toast. “Maybe you could take mine. He’s more trouble than he’s worth.”

She laughs. “Can’t be worse than when I was stuck with The Freak last year. He never showed up to class.” 

“Really?”

“Mhm. And Ginny Anderson was his lab partner during his first senior year, and he pulled the same shit.”

Lucky them, you think wryly. Guess he decided to be a star student for his third go-around. 

Frat boy-style cheering echoes from behind you and when you spin around you see Billy Hargrove strutting through the crowd, towards the kitchen. He throws a wink to a few girls and slaps five to one of the guys on the basketball team. If he’s coming into the kitchen, it’s the last place you want to be.

The living room is smoky and loud, but it beats getting stuck next to the booze with a jackass like Hargrove. Every thump of the bass has the little sips of alcohol you’ve taken sloshing around in your stomach. It’s hard to tell where you’re going or even what direction you’re going with so many people, so you just keep wading through groups until finally you come upon some space to breathe. 

Unfortunately, this space brings you right back to where you began: in front of the kitchen. Just in time for Billy to sidle up next to you, the scent of whiskey and tangy cologne wafting off of him in waves. 

“Where have you been all my life?” he asks, as if it’s supposed to be charming instead of nausea-inducing. 

“Was better a second ago,” you mumble, not caring if he hears you or not. But when you move to step away from the blonde, the smarmy look slips from his too-pretty face and is replaced with a mask of set determination. 

Strong fingers curl around your wrist, just tight enough to cause the barest amount of pain. The audacity and possessiveness are what piss you off the most, though. 

A gentle tug of your arm does nothing to free it from his grip, so you try a little harder. Still nothing.

“Let go,” you seethe. The words are biting, but you’re a chihuahua up against a doberman. 

Somehow, above your pulse pounding in your ears and the music thumping throughout the large house, you hear the distinct clang of a metal lunchbox snap shut and heavy boots on polished wood floors headed in your direction. 

You sense Eddie over your shoulder before he appears in your peripheral vision. A moment hangs in the air where he and Billy stare at one another, and you watch them both, unsure of what is about to happen. 

Eddie steels his jaw, unmoving. “Let her go,” he says, a slight rasp in his tone. 

The jock remains unfazed, unthreatened. “Shouldn’t you be worshiping Satan’s asshole, Freak?”

“Shouldn’t you be worshiping Tommy’s? Or does he only worship yours?”

A cacophony of laughter stirs up an anger inside of Billy. He grabs Eddie by the jacket collar and slams him against the counter. “If you don’t fuck off in the next three seconds, I’ll kick you ass so hard that your uncle won’t even be able to identify your body.”

Eddie smirks. “One…two—”

Billy’s fist crashes into Eddie’s cheek with a sickening crack. Eddie returns with a punch to Billy’s abdomen, but not before his face sustains a few more hits. 

Shock loosens its grasp on you and you call out for help, knowing it’s no use getting in the middle of their brawl. Someone—Tommy H, maybe—is chanting “fight!” and it takes all of your willpower not to clock him yourself. 

Billy finally lets up when Eddie falls to the floor, clutching his stomach in agony. “Maybe next time, you’ll mind your fucking business,” he spits through his split lip—one of the few punches Eddie managed to land. 

His smarminess is enough to provoke a reflexive response in you. As he gloats, you deliver a swift kick square to his crotch. A choked whine slips from Billy’s parted lips as he doubles over. You snort a laugh to yourself thinking about how the dumbbell is probably going to spin this story so he doesn’t seem like any less than the King of Hawkins High in front of his fellow party-goers. He’ll never be able to take away your satisfaction at using a pair of your nicest shoes to crush Billy’s balls though. 

Eddie is still on the ground, wiping blood that’s trickled out of his right nostril onto the back of his sleeve. Turning your back to Billy, you bend down and offer your hand to Eddie. He accepts it with a weak smile and you help him to his feet. 

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” Eddie says with a shrug and a sad smile that knots your stomach. He’s been hurt worse than this?

Unable to follow that train of thought, you reach out and slip your hand into Eddie’s. You give a small tug and he readily follows you down the hall of the Harrington home, the thumping beat of the bass becoming softer the further you walk. 

In the back corner of the house you manage to find a bathroom that’s not occupied by someone puking the mixture of alcohol they’ve consumed or a couple hooking up, going at it like wild animals. This one looks like it’s been hardly touched all night and you click the lock into place once you and Eddie are inside. 

Eddie takes a seat on the closed toilet lid, his calloused fingers coming up to gently touch the gash right across his chin. He winces at the tenderness of the wound while you crouch down and look in the cabinets underneath the sink for a first aid kit. 

“Ah, here we are,” you announce as you pull out the small white box with the red cross on it. On your knees, you shuffle over towards Eddie and slide the kit along with you. “It’s not so bad,” you tell Eddie as you dab some rubbing alcohol on a small swath of gauze. “The face just bleeds more because—”

“Because the blood vessels in the face are so close to the skin,” Eddie finishes for you. 

“Wow,” you say, raising your eyebrows at him. “I’m impressed.”

“We are in the same science class, you know,” Eddie teases with a playful smirk. It quickly turns to a grimace though as you begin to dab at his wounds. 

“I thought I recognized you from the seat next to mine,” you joke back. There’s silence for a few moments while you clean off all the excess blood and bandage up the open cuts. “Why are you suddenly interested in science this year? I mean, I was talking to Heather before and she said you never showed up when you were her lab partner. So, what? Renewed attempt to graduate?”

“Uh,” Eddie says with an awkward chuckle. He avoids your eyes and rubs his hand along the back of his neck. “Something like that.”

“Got the hots for O’Donnell?”

He belly laughs at that thought, grimacing at the pain it causes. “Fuck, no!” He shakes his head. “She looks like a walrus and a naked mole rat had some sort of freaky baby.”

You wrinkle your nose. “Ew.”

“You were the one who suggested I’m into her,” Eddie rebutted, and fairly so. 

“I didn’t make you compare her to a—”

A loud crash stops you mid-sentence, followed by someone drunkenly lamenting, “not the punch!”

“We’re probably safer hiding out in here for a bit,” Eddie says softly, “unless you want to volunteer to clean up whatever mess they made.”

“I think cleaning up your mess is more than enough for tonight.” To punctuate your point, you swipe a clean piece of gauze over a small cut you’d previously missed. “Besides, I wanna know what’s suddenly got you showing up to class.”

Eddie’s eyes roam your body far more conspicuously than he’d like, but the attention fills you with a newfound warmth. “You.” He snorts out a little laugh, startling you slightly. “Fuck, I’m drunker than I thought.”

“W-Wait.” You fight off the embarrassment that accompanies your stuttered words. “I’m the reason …?”

He noticed your reaction, mistaking disbelief for discomfort. “Does that make things…does that make you feel weird?” Nerves marr whatever joking tone he was trying to convey. 

All you can do is shake your head. “No. It makes things…good.” Good insufficiently describes your reaction, though part of you waits for the other shoe to drop. It’s a prank, his way of getting back at you for—

A hooked finger in the belt loop of your jeans snags your attention, Eddie gently tugging you closer to him. “And now?”

“Still good. Better, actually.” Resting one hand on his sore chest, you lean in and add, “will it hurt if I kiss you?”

“Don’t care.”

Despite him not caring, you certainly care if you’re going to hurt him or not. Your mouth moves slowly towards his, lips just barely brushing against each other as your breaths co-mingle. It’s not enough for Eddie though, and he presses his lips against yours with more force, stealing the air from your lungs as your body melts against his. The back bathroom at the Harrington household is not something you would’ve considered romantic before, but right now it’s the only place you want to be. Tucked away in the corner with Eddie, trading explorative kisses as your hands roam each other's bodies. 

Your body buzzes when Eddie’s tongue sweeps against yours, heat immediately pooling between your legs. 

Instinctively, gingerly, you press your torso to his, one trembling finger hooking into his belt loop. A moan escapes you, soft but saturated with need. Eddie clocks it immediately. 

“Mhm.” His smile threatens to break the kiss. “That’s it.” 

You feel the button of your jeans unfasten, the sound of unzipping music to your ears. His hand slips between the denim and the newly exposed lace of your panties, grin widening when it reaches the damp patch. 

Eddie’s hardness strains against the confines of his own pants, and you rush to relieve that ache. His exhale when you touch him—over his boxers, but not as gently as he touches you—makes you even wetter. 

“Gotta have you.” He toys with your waistband but doesn’t explore further until he hears your ‘yes,’ pathetic and whimpering but consent nonetheless. “Good girl,” he growls, sending a shiver coursing through you. 

The pads of his fingertips find your clit without struggle, rubbing precise circles over it that have you groaning his name. “Every time you say my name from now on,” he murmurs, “I’m gonna think about this.”

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.” It’s part taunt and part truth; only his name is on your mind. Your back arches against the sink, porcelain digging into your skin, but you barely notice. 

One strong hand reaches for the strap of your tank top, pulling it down so harshly that the fabric tears. He mutters a soft swear, tugs the rest of the shirt down until your bra is completely visible. 

“Fuckin’ perfect.” Eddie kisses your chest, groaning when the sensation of his lips causes you to squeeze his throbbing cock. “Careful, or I’ll—”

He’s interrupted by the door swinging wide open, Billy and Heather wrapped around each other in drunken lust. Billy’s eyes widen, their blueness dulled from the liquor, when he sees that the bathroom is currently occupied—and by whom. 

The intrusion startles you as well, but you’re much quicker at recovering than the inebriated asshole gaping at you from the doorway.

“Get the fuck out!” you hiss. 

Heather turns her head to look in your direction, as if she hadn't been aware there was anyone else in the bathroom until you’d spoken up. It’s clear she’s had quite a few more drinks since you’d seen her in the kitchen.

Whether it’s the alcohol, the shock, or his own stupidity, Billy doesn’t make a move towards leaving, let alone tug Heather along with him. The blonde shakes a few curls out of his eyes, causing Heather to reach up and twirl one around her finger.

“Jesus Christ, is this douche even capable of hearing a woman if she isn’t moaning his name?” Eddie mutters to you before rounding on the drunken pair and raising his voice. “The lady said out. Now.” 

Something finally snaps Billy out of his dazed state and he curls his lip, giving the two of you a half-hearted sneer. He pulls Heather out of the doorway so quickly that it looks like she gets whiplash as he slams the door closed behind them. 

Eddie leans over and locks the door, giving the knob a twist for good measure. “Do me a favor, honey?” His voice is a ribbon of silk down your spine. “Turn around so you’re facing the mirror.”

You do as he says, hands planted on the sink ledge. Your shirt is torn, make-up smudged, and you’re out of breath from the impromptu make out session. Ducking your head, you’re determined to avoid your reflection until tobacco-scented words tickle your ear from behind. 

“Be a good girl and look at yourself while I fuck you.” Eddie moves your thong over, exposing your pussy, and exhales with a tremble. His middle finger glides over your folds before pushing into you slowly. “You got wetter when I called you a good girl, didn’t you?”

“Mhm,” you manage, stifling a moan as his ring finger joins his middle. 

A teasing pout graces Eddie’s lips. “Such a good girl. And only for me.”

“Only for you,” you echo. 

He taps the head of his cock on your bare ass, leaving drops of pre-cum in his wake. “Gotta be inside you,” he growls. “Gotta fuckin’ feel what a good girl you are.”

The sensation of his cock dragging down along your folds mixed with him knowing just what to say to get you squirming has you dropping your head forward with a soft whimper. A strong, calloused hand quickly finds its way up to your throat though, and presses with just enough pressure to remind you that you’re supposed to be looking at yourself in the mirror. 

When you lift your head, you’re greeted by the sight of a smirking Eddie behind you in the mirror.

“Atta girl,” he praises. 

At a torturously slow pace, Eddie begins to push inside of you. A guttural groan slips past your gritted teeth as he stretches your walls, the pleasure causing you to curl your toes inside your shoes.

“Fuck,” Eddie breathes out before pulling his hips back. “Pussy’s even tighter than I imagined.”

The mental image of Eddie laying in bed with his hand wrapped around his cock, thinking of you is enough to make your knees weak. They can’t buckle too much; Eddie has one hand gripping you tight and the other trailing down to your clit. Each deliberate circle is punctuated by a thrust, pleasure from every angle. 

He kisses your shoulder blade, groaning when you tighten around him. “Look at yourself,” he growls his reminder. “Look how beautiful you are, all fucked out like this.”

You catch another glimpse; this time, you see Eddie’s lust-filled expression along with your own. He’s even further gone than you are, so focused on burying himself within you to care about the sweat matting his bangs to his forehead or the way his teeth dig into his lower lip. 

“Say it.” His voice is half-commanding, half-pleading. 

“S-Say what?” Each word is a struggle, your orgasm building to a peak you’d never before reached. 

“That you’re beautiful.” He tugs you even closer to him, and there’s no mistaking his dominance for anything else. “So—goddamn—beautiful.”

You follow his order without a second thought. “I’m b-beautiful, all fucked out like th-this.” 

Eddie’s hips snap against the plush of your ass at a frenetic pace. “That’s it; that’s my good girl.” Not a good girl, you note. His good girl. 

One hand atop his, desperate for as much contact as possible, you moan: “your good girl.”

“Oh, fuck.” Everything is you—you and him together, and it drives him to the edge. “You…you gotta…’m so close,” he rambles. 

“Me, too.” Panting breaths mingle with his groans, your walls tightening around him as you come. It’s so much, so intense, and tears cloud your vision resulting from the overwhelming bliss. “Eddie, oh, Eddie.”

He spills into you with a cry of your name. “H-ohmygod, holy fuckin’ shit.” His thrusts don’t stop until every last drop of his cum is inside you. 

Eddie’s chest presses against your back, but he’s careful not to put all his weight on you. The feeling of him so solid and warm behind lulls you from pure ecstasy to warm contentment, not wanting to move out from beneath him. 

A few silent moments pass before Eddie pulls out of you, both of you disappointed by the loss of contact. But Eddie’s hands refuse to let you go entirely, gently running over your hips and up your sides. The touch is featherlight and sends a comforting tingle throughout your limbs.

“You with me?” Eddie’s worn-out voice asks you.

“Mhmm,” you hum in acknowledgment. “Don’t wanna move.”

Eddie gives a husky chuckle in reply before he stands up, reluctantly taking a step away from you. Your own muscles whine in protest as you stand straight, the tell-tale signs of a good fucking already settling in. 

The two of you begin to clean up, each slipping back into articles of clothing along the way. One question prickles the back of your mind in the quiet room and you know your brain won’t be able to rest until it has an answer.

“Uh, Eddie?” you ask once you’ve cleaned up your smeared lipstick.

“Yeah?”

“Are you still going to come to class? Or, you know, now that you’ve had me you won’t have a reason to anymore?” You try to hide the insecurity in your tone but there was no mistaking the slight edge your words had. 

Eddie pauses mid-buckling his belt and gives you a frown. 

“Sweetheart,” Eddie says and the nickname alone already has your engine revving for a round two. “I wouldn’t sit through O’Donnell’s class for someone I only wanted to fuck. If I’m gonna listen to that hag drone on and on then there’s a damn good reason I’m sitting my ass in that classroom.” With a sigh, Eddie steps closer to you and after a moment’s hesitation, cups your face in his hands. “Can I take you out? Do things, ya know, the right way?”

A little trill of a giggle bursts out of you, which makes Eddie frown. But you’re quick to let him in on what you found amusing.

“You mean having sex in a bathroom at Steve Harrington’s house isn’t the typical way romances start?”

A grin slowly slides across Eddie’s mouth and you swear it’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. All you want to do is keep that smile on his handsome face as much as you possibly can. 

“A romance, huh?” He clicks his tongue. “If I’d known that’s what this was, I would’ve at least fucked you in a guest room.”

You let your fingers brush over the fly of his jeans, feeling a gentle twitch from behind the zipper. “How about for round two?”

Eddie holds your face in his hands as he kisses you deeply, only breaking it to smile and murmur: 

“You read my mind, Beautiful.”

--

[tojirights]

Pls, I need Alastor and brat taming. 😭

Fem!reader who acts soo cocky around everyone and tells Alastor she isn’t scared of him only for him to respond “you will be.” and he spanks and overstimulates her until she submits to him. The next day she’s walking round the hotel thoroughly avoiding him bc she’s so embarrassed.

a/n: PFFTTT the brat in me is going wild for this one bestie

buy me a coffee?

tags: 18+ smut, nsfw, spanking, slight choking, over stimulation, brat taming, shadow tentacle use, sliiight ass play/double penetration

"dude you're fuckin' scary..." angel physically shudders when alastor rises from the shadows and appears at your side. you raise an eyebrow before laughing at angel. "for real? look at those fluffy ears and little tail! this is scary?" you reach up and boop his ears, which twitch at your touch. he narrows his glare at you, daring you to test him further. "go on, darling. keep belittling me like that and you will know just how scary i am."

you roll your eyes, locking arms with him as he starts to lead you away from angel and the others. "you're all bark, no bite." you continue to prod, poking his cheek with your finger. "stop it." he warns, and his tone is serious, but you just stick your tongue out at him. "i'm not afraid of you, al." you huff with confidence. reaching the door to your room, he pauses. "oh?" his voice cracks through the radio static for a brief moment, and you feel goosebumps rise on your arms. "is that so?"

even though the look in his eyes has you reconsidering your brave behavior, you stand your ground. "yeah, what's so scary about the radio demon, hm? gonna haunt me while the top 20 pop songs play? or i guess you'd only haunt me over some jazz or someth-" your words catch in your throat when alastor's suddenly pushing you against the door to your bedroom, for anyone walking by to see. "you need to learn your place, little one."

with wide eyes, you look up at him. "what are you doing?" you whisper, glancing around the thankfully empty hallway. alastor easily towers over you, caging you against the door. "you should be afraid of me, sweetheart..." he says, low and breathy against your ear. "i think you just need to learn your lesson, that's all." you're about to protest, your hand flat against his chest but then you feel his lips on your skin and you all but melt. "i don't-" you gasp, alastor's teeth scraping against your neck.

"shhh." alastor's hands slide around your body, opening the door and walking you through it. "alastor..." you swallow, about to challenge him more but his hand wraps around your throat before you can. "not another peep until i say so." your mouth opens as alastor pushes you to the bed, but the tug of your pants and underwear stop you. "w-wait!" you scramble, but alastor just chuckles. "not so tough now, are you?"

he rolls your panties up into a ball and in the process, he can feel the wetness your panties have collected. "if you can't handle it, you're more than welcome to admit to me that you are scared, my darling." he teases, but you hold your ground with a glare. "now, as for your punishment... over my knee." he commands, sounding so natural in this demanding tone. you bite your lip, wiggling further onto the mattress and away from him. when he sighs, you can't help but giggle.

but then there's something wrapping around your ankle and sliding you over to alastor's lap. "h-hey wait, no fair!" you whine when you see his shadow tentacle secured around you. alastor chuckles, another tentacle coming up over your mouth. "tap my leg if it's too much." he whispers, and you know he's giving you an out even after your playful disrespect. but your pussy throbs as you're pulled over his leg, bare ass up and ready for him and you're fully invested in this now.

you shudder when alastor's hand rests on your ass before coming down hard on it with a smack. your shriek is mostly muffled by the shadow acting as a gag, especially as the second hit comes faster than expected. wiggling in his lap, you whine against his restraints until you feel something prodding at your pussy and go completely limp as a shadow starts to slowly push inside of you.

eyes wide, you wriggle in his grasp but it only earns you a smack to your other cheek. "just relax, darling. or are you scared?" he pouts above you, watching the way your body reacts to his every touch. his tentacle eases into you, stretching your cunt in such a way that you're seeing stars already. you moan against your gag, jolting when you're hit once again. alastor's large palm rubs the irritated, bright red skin as his tentacle fucks you in slow, languid strokes.

you're certainly not scared, and alastor is well aware of that fact by the way your pussy squelches with every push of his shadow. he can hear how wet you are without even looking. you gasp when you feel yet another tentacle pressing ever so gently against your ass, just prodding the tight muscle but not threating to enter. your head whips around to look at alastor, eyes wide with a tinge of panic, but alastor's smirk is reassuring.

he may be teaching you a lesson here, but he's not a monster and respects your boundaries after all.

"tapping out, my sweet?" he snickers when your wide eyes drop to a glare once again. "that's what i thought." he hums, another smack hitting your abused skin. he's just toying with your ass, the tip of his shadow just barely edging its way in but the pressure itself is enough to start pushing you towards the edge. and when the tentacle slips passed the tight ring of muscle, you can't stop your orgasm from following quickly after.

every nerve in your body rings as waves of pleasure crash over your, your moans barely muffled by alastor's tentacle over your mouth. you swear you've never cum harder ever, and yet alastor doesn't stop. he's still pumping his shadow in and out of your cunt, spreading your wetness all over your inner thighs and even onto his pants. it's almost too much, the fullness of having both holes played with as well as the feeling of being restrained the way you were.

your eyes well up with tears, overwhelmed with the sheer pleasure coursing through your veins and alastor doesn't seem like he's going to be stopping any time soon unless you tap out.

and you're not a bitch, so tapping out is not an option.

alastor's free hand reaches your other cheek and spreads it apart, giving himself a view of the action in front of him. he'd be lying if he said his cock wasn't throbbing at the sight of his shadow pumping in and out of your slick pussy, prodding your tight ass. you feel so exposed, you can feel his eyes burning through you but that only makes you clench harder. alastor gives your cheek another quick smack and you're a goner once more.

shaking, your second orgasm hits you even harder somehow. your whimpers are barely audible, but loud enough to make alastor groan himself. "fuck, hands and knees, now." he breathes, pushing you off of his lap and quickly undoing his pants just enough to free his aching cock. your restraints are removed, giving you free access to move once more, but you also lose the fullness of the tentacles. its not for long though, as alastor lines his cock up with your leaking pussy

as alastor starts to slide his cock inside, one hand finds your hip while the other pushes your head into the mattress. your thighs shake with every thrust, and your pussy aches from the prior intrustion already but you can't help yourself from pushing back on him. you probably seem desperate, cumming twice already and still eager for more, but alastor has you like putty in his hands. "oooh now see, who's a good little slut, hm?" he coos, fucking into you harder.

you whimper into the blanket, still muffled like earlier but more pronounced now and alastor's ears twitch with every moan. he won't soon forget this little interaction, seeing you so needy and obedient. he smacks each cheek, enjoying your pathetic sounding cries as your body begs for a break. "cum again, darling." alastor grunts, hips slamming into yours in quick strokes. you shake your head, protesting the potential, but alastor's shadow sneaks around your body to play with your clit.

"n-no too much-" you pant, both convulsing with every flick of his tentacle. alastor just clicks his tongue to his teeth. "one more, sweetheart. then, maybe you'll have learned your lesson." you feel every thrust of his cock hitting right against your cervix, your head spinning as alastor works to pull another orgasm from you. "f-fuckk al-" you cry out, pussy pulsing around his cock, tears springing free from the overwhelming pleasure.

alastor's orgasm follows quickly behind you, and he chooses to pull out and paint your reddened ass cheeks with his cum. the red skin, in contrast with the milky white of his seed is a sight he won't soon forget. you whimper with each thick rope of cum hitting your skin before you collapse onto the bed.

you dont remember too much after that, but alastor gets you cleaned up and you're asleep within seconds.

the next day, you walk into the kitchen with your head down. "ah! good morning, sunshine!" alastor chirps, sipping from his coffee cup. you feel everyone's eyes on you, but all you can do is stare at the ground. "shut it, asshole..." you mumble on your way to grab a drink yourself. alastor just smirks. "naww, is someone embarrassed?" he pouts, eyes wide and teasing. "im never talking to you again." you threaten, but alastor hums and ignores your weak threat.

because you're crawling into his bed that night, begging for more.

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