#yes you

[theeroticlover]

Mhmmm !!! Come here you ...

[madalenadrops]

Both. Both is good.

♥️ 🧡 💛 💙

[duckytree]

a lot of problems would’ve been avoided if cps existed in the got verse

[meinebiene]

be obsessed with me. c’mon, i know you want to. you keep holding yourself back, biting your tongue. why? why not indulge yourself in this twisted love? i know you want this just as badly as i do, so make this easier on both of us and admit you need me.

[sex-obsessed-lesbian]

To all my wonderful yet inexplicably low-self-esteem bitches out there

You gotta go touch yourself while repeating "I deserve this pleasure" over and over again until you come. Sorry I don't make the rules.

[chicotfp]

[lousydrawingsforgoodpeople]

[anubiarts]

friends

[i-trash-about-things]

Eddie's shitty sense of humor strikes again.

A random blurb that came to me after reading some headcannons about Eddie's childish sense of humor

777 words (nice). Suggestive but nothing happens. Reader has hair long enough to tug. GN!Reader and Ed are best friends. Swear word count: 4. English is not my first language! Sorry if something doesn't make sense and feel free to correct me! (Repost because Tumblr flunked the last time I tried posting this)

If you wanna be Eddie Munson’s friend, you’ve gotta learn a few rules. Handle his guitar with care, or else he’ll bash it in the side of your head. If W.A.S.P. is on, you do not skip a single song.

You know all of these, better than anyone with you being his best friend. His partner in crime, the one that always gets him out of trouble– or gets into trouble with him.

But there’s one rule you know better than all of the rest.

Eddie is nothing if not a damn clown.

Loud, potentially annoying, and will crack a joke like he can’t hold it back. Be it an awkward one liner at a funeral, a sarcastic remark in the middle of class or a genuine good joke in the middle of a campaign– His mouth is moving faster than his brain, and all that leaves his lips is absolute tomfoolery.

You know it, your friends know it, all of Hawkins knows it.

And an example of this behavior is that fact he can’t see any one of his friends bending down to fetch whatever fell without pretending to hump against their ass, groaning and moaning so exaggerated you never know if you wanna laugh or cringe.

Shameless.

It is kinda funny when Gareth gets all pissy afterwards, tho.

But, even though you and Eds have been friends for the good part of 4 years now– he never did this to you. Not because he didn’t want to or because it’d be weird, but because he just never had the chance.

You, differently from most people, doesn’t tend to bend down to reach something. You just crouch. Or kneel, when the moment calls for it.

It’s just something you’ve been doing since forever, so you’re more used to it. Mindless, instinct, really.

But the past few weeks, you think Eddie’s been trying to get you to bend down– like he wants to get a completion prize for humping everyone in the Hellfire Club (with the exception of the sheepies, duh). He drops his pick mid practice, asks for you to grab a figurine stacked on the box near the foot of his bed– anything, just to get you to bend over.

So far? No such luck.

But Eddie isn’t anything if not committed to the bit. So, one day, the opportunity shows itself for him and he takes it.

It wasn’t even on purpose, really. He was just getting ready to go out, both of you gathering your coats by the front door of his trailer so you wouldn’t freeze your butts off–

“Oh, hey– wait.” Your hand leaves the sleeve of your hoodie, instead reaching for him to stop moving. Your face is down, eyes on the floor, and he raises an eyebrow. “I think there’s something stuck to your shoe. Hol’ up.”

And before he has the chance to freak out in worry if it’s a spider– you’re kneeling between his feet, tugging on whatever it is stuck to his sneakers.

And, like a match dropped into gasoline, he sees his chance and goes for it.

You don’t have the chance to raise your face before you feel familiar fingers tangling into the front of your hairline, tugging your head up roughly– and Eddie let’s out an exaggerated, throaty groan, half-heartedly moving his hips that are eye level to you.

“Mmph! Oh, fuck yeah, sweetheart, just like that!” He cackles, biting his lip and tilting his head back for that extra effect… But pauses when he doesn’t hear you laughing or groaning in annoyance at his shenanigans.

So he looks back down… And something about the smirk on your face makes his heart skip a beat.

Despite the crude and sexual joke, you don’t look embarrassed in the slightest– much less uncomfortable, which was Eddie’s original fear. No… No, you look amused.

Smug.

There’s something about the way your eyes are halflided, full of mirth as you look up at him from your spot by the floor. The shit eating tilt to your smirk has a shiver running down his spine, and his grip on your hair instinctively loosens. Amused, confident even– even while literally kneeling by his feet.

Jesus H. Christ.

“You’re a dumb ass, Munson, you know that?” You say, the slight tilt to your words hinting at an affectionate tone that has him swallowing the dryness on the back of his throat. He almost doesn’t hear you over the sound of the blood rushing from his head down south.

“I live to entertain.” He hears himself say, and for once he thanks the fact his mouth moves faster than his brain.

[theeroticlover]

Mhmm !!! Aaahmm !!!! Need !!!!

[fudgelling-away]

It's one of those days

Sans.

Sans.

sans sans sans

I wake up, mind foggy and disoriented. I go about my morning routine on autopilot. Empty eyes. Blank expression. Mind far away.

Sans.

Sans squirms under the covers, nuzzling into the warmth of my body.

I brush my teeth, unseeing eyes locked onto a random spot on the sink.

Sans lets out a low grunt and I growl, clenching my teeth on the toothbrush, foam all over my mouth.

How fitting.

I wash my face with shaky hands while Sans arches against my body in the most delicious way.

My hands trace his lumbar vertebrae, edges rounded and soft. He's such a gentle, non-threatening creature. Nothing about his body is harsh to the touch. No sharp angles. Nothing to attack with. No armour. Just inviting softness.

He is so human in that regard.

I rub the intervertebral discs with the tips of my fingers and feel the jelly-like surface yield under the careful pressure. His breath hitches and he whispers my name.

I sigh and start making tea, walking around the kitchen in a haze. My shift at work starts in 10 minutes.

Sans whines ever so softly as my hand reaches inside his hollow ribcage, caressing, massaging the warm bones.

I stop in the middle of the kitchen, spilled tea trickling down my arm onto the floor.

I watch the droplets fall.

Smooth bones shiver under my fingers.

I put the glass back on the counter and turn around lethargically to get some paper towels.

Teeth pressed against my lips. Ragged breath.

Sugar. I need to get a soap. Or the floor is going to be sticky.

"please, just... please"

The floor tiles are cold and smooth when I kneel down.

I can't see my kitchen anymore.

Sans leans into my hand needily as I wipe the sweat off his forehead.

It's going to be a torturously long day.

[spotsandsocks]

I’m feeling fluffy tonight !!!

loving you all being in my pocket and making me smile - with your humour, your strength, your talents and kindness. You share so much of yourselves and I see so many of you lifting each other (and me up) over and over again.

My little corner of tumblr is filled with such lovely people and I’m so very glad I’ve got this and you all in my life even if we will never meet,

What a strange and wonderful gift the world has given me. I never expected to be thinking of so many friends scattered across the world like I do.

Take care of yourselves my loves you deserve all the good things that life can give you ❤️

Firefighters and whump and ducks and dragons and bisexual disasters and cups of tea (Yorkshire)stories and art and poems and boops and asks and ao3 emails and silly memes and puns and kindness

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@shortsighted-owl @diazsdimples @elvensorceress @loveyourownsmiilee @stagefoureddiediaz

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[an-experienced-gentleman]

Why yes, I fantasize about you.

Six Sexy Words

[vintage-tigre]

[hung-tranny-supremacy]

Still thinking about that mutual

Still jerking myself to it's nudes

Still fantasise about it

[mar-im-o]

To the ask i accidentally deleted 😔😔😔 I'm so sorry

But anyways yeah my take on drawing Scar is less "You're cancelled if you don't draw him in a wheelchair" and more "Hey! There's a ton of implicit abelism in this community! Do you understand WHY you don't draw him in a wheelchair?"

Like do what you want but I'm BEGGING yall to consider why an able-bodied man is more attractive/badass/powerful to you. Like we're all guilty of this abelism society has taught us. It's gotta be a conscious choice to analyze and criticize it