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marlenesluv · 25 days

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Bad Decisions. (LS)

Summary: After Logan isn’t able to compete in the Australian Grand Prix, his girlfriend shows everyone just how amazing he is. Which leads to a major turn of events.

Note: Used the indent feature instead of copy and pasting that arrow I usually use, lol. Hope you guys don’t mind too much, it’s much easier for me.

Warnings: None

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Liked by: logansargeant, lilymhe, and 67,139 others

y/n.user: he may not be able to race this weekend, but that just means he can hangout with me and lily in the garage and heckle the other drivers🙃

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alex_albon: do you heckle me??

y/n.user: not usually, but this weekend…maybe

alex_albon: ??????

user7: i love how supportive she isssss

logansargeant: i love you❤️

y/n.user: i love you too❤️😙

f1wags: williams has the BEST wags 🙏

ls2editsss: he’ll come back stronger next weekend💪

user3: CUTEST COUPLE EVER!!!!!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

Liked by: y/n.user, oscarpiastri, and 104,194 others

logansargeant: disappointing weekend. but at least i have my girl ❤️

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y/n.user: lo🥺

logansargeant: 🙃❤️

y/n.user: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

f1editpage: awwww, they are so soft

oscarpiastri: sorry about this weekend mate. next week will be better👏

*liked by creator*

user1: loveee their love

alex_albon: i owe you😣

y/n.user: alr. give it back.

lilymhe: AHHHAHAHAHAHA

alex_albon: 😐

wagpagee: y/n is sooo angelic

user6: anyone else find it weird that like the whole grid follows y/n and not logan?

user2: i guess, but y/n has been friends with lily since they were little🤷‍♀️

user6: eh so?

user2: well lily and alex have been together for around 5 years, so she’s been around the paddock for 5 years instead of the 1 logan has

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

twitter:

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

your instagram story:

seen by: logansargeant, landonorris, and 46,924 others

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

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y/n.user: appreciation post for my my favorite person in the whole world, my own personal captain america❤️🤍💙 i love you, logan. thank you for being the best boyfriend, best friend, and person ever❣️

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f1wags: well, that’ll do it. the waterworks, oh my🥹

logansargeant: don’t make me cry right now. i’ll make you mrs. sargeant

y/n.user: 😳

logansargeant: unmmm shit

y/n.user: i would say yes. just saying 🤷‍♀️

user6: she would WHAT

flavy.barla: this is so cute and all, but the comments? you married now, girl?

y/n.user: not yet😞 i’ll lyk

flavy.barla: 🙏💓

oscarpiastri: excuse me? logan? answer your PHONE??

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

your instagram story:

(psa, this is 2 weeks later!)

seen by: logansargeant, danielricciardo, and 178,294 others

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twitter:

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Liked by: oscarpiastri, lilymhe, and 301,185 others

logansargeant & y/n.user: We liked each other and put on a ring on it 💍❤️ And finally got Logan in a race car that had a chassis 🙃😉

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lilymhe: congratulations guys!!!💓

f1wags: AWWW STOP

user8: this wasn’t on my 2024 bingo card, but i am so here for it

alex_albon: funny joke y/n😐 but congratulations!!!!!

oscarpiastri: not sure why you guys waited so long

lilyzneimer: you’re talking?

y/n.user: aw shit, you tell him lily👏

lilyzneimer: thank you, congratulations btw❣️

*liked by y/n.user*

user3: mother and father🙏😮‍💨

landonorris: CONGRATSSSSS

maxverstappen1: congratulations! p wants to be the flower girl, i told her i would ask…don’t feel obligated

y/n.user: 🥹tell p yes. she’s the cutest ever

logansargeant: im the cutest ever. but ok

scottjames31: you will soon learn that once you’re married, you aren’t the cutest anymore and kids come first

logansargeant: 😐

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spinjitsuburst · 4 months

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shouldn’t have to say this but apparently it needs to be said

If you support using AI to create art, whether it be drawing or writing or voice acting or anything in between, get off my page. block my accounts. leave.

You are not welcome here. You are not welcome in this community and we don’t want you here

Creators don’t owe you jack shit. You do not get to use their hard work because you’re too impatient to wait for new content and too fucking lazy to learn how to create things yourself

#if I ever find out who it is plugging peoples work into AI it’s on sight #now obviously I don’t condone harassment but you’re getting blocked and reported if I ever find out who you are #fuck off. no one wants you here #spinjitsu screams

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waxingrunes · 7 months

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I’m seeing too much of this across all channels and I need to write a little something on my humble blog with my humble amount of followers, because how else am I going to get this off my chest.

Some of you need to remember that this whole world we created is pure, fiction. It’s based off fiction and we are building off fiction, forking off in different directions with characters we love.

The canon vs fanon debate is ongoing and quite honestly, mind numbingly pointless and you all consistently contradict and overlap one another with whatever discourse you’re riding that week. You lot wanna argue a point by saying, “these are my hc’s and I can do what I like with them stop taking everything so seriously teeheehehehe” then uno reverse that the next minute by screaming, “that would never happen *insert name* is this or is that” but fuck canon right? Fuck JKR? Or is it more, fuck the parts of canon I don’t like and I’ll take the parts I do so I can shove them down the throats of creators who represent these characters in an opposing light. The amount of posts I’ve seen floating around these sites that are people preaching to their audiences about how dumb they are (unless it’s meant to be satire, I’m not a brainless sensitive lump with no humour bone) for liking certain things, or enjoying certain things, or preferring certain aspects in a character is astounding. Take pause before jumping on your high horse over a fictional character and shaming people for moulding them into what they enjoy. Is this not the beauty of fiction, imagination; the ability to twist and turn over different traits and appearances within our palms and make them into our own little dress up dolls?

Here’s my two cents as a WOLFSTAR artist, not a Marauders— if I want to make Sirius into a teacup and Remus into a sea slug and have him curl up to sleep every night in his bowl, then I’ll do that with fine china detail. If I want to make Sirius someone who refuses to wear nothing but a specific shade of tangerine and Velcro strapped trainers, I will. One day I might throw Moony into a boxing ring and have him be a middleweight champion, stained by the blood of his opponent whilst his wolf is chomping at the bit to come out just before the full moon threatens to take centre stage. If I want to make Sirius 6ft tall and Remus 5ft1, I will. Why not draw an AU of them as the rocks from Everything, Everywhere All At Once? Maybe, they can be something as simple as a boy and a boy who look the way you want them to look, fuck the way you want them to fuck and fall in love and fight, and scream, and cry, and make up a million different ways.

Let’s get more specific as the seal’s broken. Why not make Remus plus sized and give him a beard or a dad’s bod at age 23. Or maybe because he’s lighter haired he doesn’t have dark hair like that and only has a smattering of it across the ugliest of his scars. Consider this— moony with softer hips but fuller sturdy shoulders. Or long, slender limbs with a deceptively hidden strength owing to his wolf, stronger than James though he doesn’t look it. Onto Sirius, try to tell me I’m not going to put him in thigh highs and fem the shit out of him whilst he holds a bat in one hand covered in the blood of someone who tried to disrespect his Moons. Alert the press when someone erases every single one of his tattoos only to replace them with hyperpigmentation. What about giving him a beater’s build and a long thick trail of naval hair that he likes to call his ‘seeker’s delight’. What about a hairless Sirius who has a soft life and likes to make herself pretty for her 6ft 4 boyfriend every weekend when he gets on the train to visit.

How about, I stick with my personal holy take on the boys and present you with a harmless middle ground where Moony is whatever the fuck I want him to be physically, emotionally, or characteristically but always a wet fucking cloth for Sirius. A grape, under a thumb, you could say. And a Sirius, who is too whatever I want him to be physically, emotionally, or characteristically but will always be Moony’s biggest cheerleader.

Stay with me whilst I offer you the brain stretching, risky, taboo thought for you to ponder on: stop trying to please people. Stop absorbing all these takes that pressure you into thinking you’ve got to include every fucking thing that shaves you down and boxes you into their squeaky clean little creator! Indulge in what you like. Make it public, make it known and make it as loud as you want. Feels good on this side of freedom.

Lastly, quick (none of this has been quick) circle back to myself being a Wolfstar artist, not a Marauders one. I will not be shamed into drawing the women in this fandom, I will not try to even out my art with equal parts women and men, in fear of being called misogynistic. I came here for Wolfstar and I stay for them; I get 95% of my muse from them and enjoy drawing these idiots nearly every single day when I can. I’ve a busy life, a job, the luxury of a family that love me and a couple friends I’d like to keep too. If and when I draw, it’s going to be what I want to draw and want to indulge in, not to check off your boxes of inclusion. I am not going to defend my choice of indulgence to you. I am not going to refute women or wlw ships and in fact, eat up stories or art where they’re prominent. Will I have muse or will to do a piece on them? Probably not. If I do, I will and if it’s not done to a standard deemed appropriate enough by the council, well shit I hope I get an honourable mention in one of your hate threads on Twitter.

Grow up. I am the type of person who has a more or less rigid taste on these boys and what I, enjoy representing them like and you runts will run your throats hoarse before I turn an ear. I am not the type of person to see someone who doesn’t like what I prefer and start slamming my keyboard and slap them with a red card. I’ll move on but appreciate the take in silence. Some of you really, come across like you’re stomping your feet in a tantrum, some of you sound like you’ve never been told to shut the fuck up a day in your life and some of you, some of you, really think you’re a messiah.

Fuck your canons, fanons and righteous attitudes towards people who are quite literally, not real. You are not a deity of the Marauders, you are a fucking loser offline just like the rest of us.

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cockslutpadalecki · 1 year

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Don’t Be Cute, Be Nasty

Summary: You hate the thought of being inexperienced and Joel, your caring stepfather, just wants to help out. Practise makes perfect, right?

Characters: Stepdad!Joel Miller x Stepdaughter!Reader.

Words: 3.2K.

Warnings: stepdad/stepdaughter relationship, step incest, reader is over 18, blow jobs, cum swallowing, deep throating, vaginal fingering, orgasms, 18+. MINORS DNI.

A/N: Not even sorry. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

“C’mon, you can do better than that,” Joel tuts, clicking his tongue as he pulls you roughly off his cock by a clump of hair.

Spluttering, you gulp back oxygen like it’s water. “I c-can’t.”

Your jaw aches as spittle and cum dribble down your chin, your throat burning from the force of his thrusts. Using the back of your hand to wipe away the mess, you notice the disappointment in his eyes as he rolls them, and your stomach sinks in shame.

Joel exhales a frustrated huff, his fingers tapping the side of your cheek, just enough to make you jolt at the contact.

“Stop pouting like a little brat. You wanna impress this little punk boyfriend of yours, then you gotta show me how deep you can take it.”

“But it hurts,” you whine. “You’re too big.”

He smirks, unable to hide his mirth at the compliment before swallowing it down. “Say shit like that to him and he’ll be eatin’ outta the palm of your hand.”

“Okay,” you nod, eager to learn.

“Listen, you don’t wanna go too deep, too fast,” he explains. “You’ll just end up choking, and while I love when a women’s gaggin’ on my cock,” your stomach rolls with guilt, envisioning him with your mom, “I don’t want them hurlin’ all over me, do I?”

“No, of course not.”

Joel flashes you a salt and pepper smile as his hand drops back into his lap, fingers lazily curling around his stiff dick. “Now, do we need to go back to you suckin’ my thumb like a damn kid, or you gonna take me like a big girl?”

You shake your head. “No thumb. I promise I can do it.”

“You better,” he comments as your hand replaces his. He moves his to the top of your head, slowly pushing down until your lips part around the head of his shaft, and he lets out a hiss between clenched teeth.

“Fuck, yes, just like that,” he purrs when your tongue pokes out to lick the underside of his cock, careful to focus on the bulging vein that runs the length of his shaft. You enjoy the way his thighs tremble when you do it, so you repeat it until he’s panting heavily above you, sloppy commendations tumbling from his damp lips.

A hiss follows a small tug on your hair.

“Enough with the teasing.” Joel’s voice is thick with lust. “Show me what I taught you.”

You do as he tells you, lips sinking down entirely around him, gently at first until his fingers are tugging on your roots to go faster.

“Less teeth, ow,” he croaks before sighing happily when you find the perfect balance. “Yeah, that’s it.”

His coarse moans spur you on, urging you to take another inch without issue, and the moment you hear Joel hiss your name under his breath, followed by a satisfied grunt, hot slick begins pooling between your legs. You know it shouldn’t be this arousing, hearing the man who married your mom groan so crudely, but you can’t help it.

You shouldn’t be sucking his cock either, your thoughts sharply remind you, but you push them away quickly. Who else could you depend on to help you so thoroughly? He’s just trying to be good, so it’s only fair you return him in kind, right? He wouldn’t be offering to teach you if he didn’t care about you.

You manage another inch, feeling the head of his cock just gently graze the back of your throat. The sound that tumbles from his lips is practically inhuman, and the grip he has on the back of your head tightens to the point your skull begins to ache.

“Good girl, shit, that’s more like it.”

In goes the final inch, and Joel groans above you— so deep and gravelly, it takes all of your resolve not to rub your thighs together to quell the ache in your cunt.

Your mouth is completely enveloped around him now. And while it burns, causing your eyes to well with tears, and your rhythm slows to grow accustomed to the fullness between your lips, you’ve never felt so powerful in your life.

“Fuck, look at you takin’ all of me,” he praises proudly, moving to brush the hair from your face to get a better view. “Those pretty little lips wrapped ‘round my cock.”

Your eyes flicker up to meet Joel’s, staring up at him in awe as a light sheen of sweat dusts his forehead, and his lips are almost dark crimson from where he’s been biting on them. He’s never looked so... sexy.

Sexy? Joel?

You shift between his thighs, trying to dispel the wetness pooling between your own as discreetly as you can, but with his eyes firmly locked on you, the motion is not lost on him.

“You okay there, honey?”

You nod, mouth stuffed full of cock.

“You enjoyin’ suckin’ dick?” He strokes your cheek almost tenderly, thumb grazing over the spot where it hollows in. “Not gettin’ worked up, are ya?”

You shake your head, and make a low noise as if to say, Don’t be silly.

But Joel isn’t convinced, gently tugging on your hair to pull you off him, and his cock falls from your mouth with a soft pop. Saliva coats your chin, and drips down onto your t-shirt.

“Get your ass up here,” he orders.

“But I thought you were teaching me how to give head.”

“I am, aren’t I?”

“Well yeah.”

“Then don’t question me,” he rebuts. “What you gonna do if he wants to do this? Tell him to fuck off?”

“No,” you reply, trying to avoid eye contact.

“Wait,” he says with a new kind of realization in his voice, “has he touched you down there yet?”

“Kind of,” you shrug, looking down at the bedsheets a little embarrassed. “I mean, a little.”

How can you admit to Joel that Craig has only done it once before you stopped him? You want to be this confident, sexual being, but you won’t even let your own boyfriend into your pants.

You’ve got to let him show you.

Obediently you shift position, crawling up the bed and turning until your ass is raised high in the air, well within Joel’s reach. Bowing your head back into his lap, you carry on where you left off, giving yourself a little time to grow accustomed again to his size. This time, you don’t work him to the back of your throat— instead using the knowledge he’s already shared with you, and curl your hand around the base of him to massage the inch or so you don’t manage to stuff into your mouth.

“Good girl,” he mutters, hand tracing over your hip first, working down over the curve of your ass. He carefully moves the material of your flimsy sleep shorts out of his way. The cool air of the room kisses at your damp folds as his hands ghost across your bare skin.

“Such a pretty little cunt.”

Eventually, he lays his fingers on you. Subtle touches at first— the tips rubbing up and down through your folds, until he’s easing a finger into your wet heat, closely followed by a second. His thumb concentrates on working your clit, using the momentum of his fingers moving back and forth to nudge the swollen bundle of nerves each time he drives them inside you.

Soon, you’re writhing against him, pushing onto his hand in a desperate attempt to use your body to tell him what you want.

“Someone’s got a greedy pussy, hm?” he comments thickly. “Clamping around me so fuckin’ tight,” he adds with a gravelly laugh, but it’s quickly interrupted by a slew of pleas. “Shit, right there, oh fuck, just like that, god, don’t stop.”

You continue with your rhythm, chest swelling with pride as his moans meet your ears, knowing your mouth is doing this to him. You’re doing this to him.

Joel’s fingers still before sliding out of you quickly. A sudden roar sounds from above you, warning you that he’s about to come. Hot, salty release spurts to the back of your throat. You eagerly swallow, licking away any residue from the dome of his cock as you retreat, bringing your head up to glance back at him.

His already dark eyes are almost black with lust, his forehead is damp with sweat, and his chest heaves deeply as he tries to catch his breath. There’s a moment where you just stare at one another, unsure of what to do next.

“H-how was that?” you stutter, breaking the silence.

Joel’s lips split into a wide grin, baring his perfectly white teeth as he tilts his head back, leaning it against the headboard. He continues to smile up at the ceiling, eyes fluttering shut as his breathing levels back out.

“W-yeah,” is all he can say as his eyes find their way back to you.

You smile at him, and the slowly ebbing sense of pride returns, making your skin tingle. He tucks himself away wordlessly, holding out his finger for you to suck away the last remaining traces of cum and spit still clinging to his hardened flesh. You lap at it hungrily, like a kitten with its milk, eyes firmly locked on Joel’s. You can taste him for sure— hints of salt mingled with a sweetness you assume must be from you.

Your cunt clenches around nothing, remembering his fingers inside you, how they worked you open so perfectly. And now you wish they were still there, helping to soothe the blazing heat in your core.

“C’mere,” he says, giving his head a soft tilt as his fingers slip out of your mouth. You shimmy around on your knees hastily, and sit back on your heels waiting for his next instruction.

“What d’you wanna do now?” His hand creeps up your thigh, letting it come to rest just below the hem of your shorts, the intention obvious.

“Um, I’m not sure.”

“You don’t need me to teach you a few more things?”

“I guess?” you shrug.

“You don’t want him to laugh at you ‘cause you’re so inexperienced, do ya?”

Tears make your eyes sting, knowing he’s right. You don’t want Craig to think you’re immature. You know he’s been with two girls already, and the thought makes you incredibly insecure. You have to be better than them.

Not wanting Joel to see you cry, you let your head droop. Staring down at the large hand covering your thigh, your thoughts are suddenly a little distracted as you watch his fingers trace back and forth over your bare skin. You like the way his veins shift beneath his olive flesh in time with the movements in his hand, his forearm flexing as he squeezes your leg gently.

“Hey,” he mutters, lifting his hand to place a finger up under your chin, pulling your attention back to him. “I can help.” He licks his lips. “Let me help.”

You swallow deeply, and your pussy tingles from the memory of his fingers heavy inside you, as if encouraging you to make the decision based on what your body is telling you to do.

Slowly, you nod.

The corner of Joel’s lips curl up into a smile and his hand moves from beneath your jaw, a solitary finger beckoning you towards his lap.

“C’mon,” he says.

You glance down at his still unzipped jeans and the dark thatch of curls poking through the gap. “There?”

He nods. “Best position.”

You climb up, ready to face him when he silently takes over, hands on your hips as he makes you turn so you face out into the bedroom. Raising your leg over Joel’s, your left knee meets the soft fabric of the comforter as you settle over his thighs apprehensively, unsure of what to do next.

You can feel his eyes boring into your back as you wait. His arms wrap tight around your waist, pulling you close against his hard chest. You let out a small yell as you lose balance, planting your feet flat on the mattress below to steady yourself.

His grip is back around your legs in no time, spreading them wider as he tucks your feet beneath his thighs to keep you in place.

You balk a little at the vulgarity of it all. You’re laid out so open in his lap, but it soon melts away as the rising heat from your core douses your shame with unbridled lust. Joel lightly shushes against the shell of your ear as his right hand deftly works the seam of your shorts out of his way, as the left cups your breast, using the pad of his thumb to roll over your rapidly puckering nipple.

Initially, you jolt at the contact as he slips his fingers down through your damp folds. A soft sigh escapes you as you melt into his touch running lazy circles over your clit.

You’re soon squirming in his lap, breathlessly urging him to go faster before he shifts his attention to your hole, the tips of his fingers carefully stroking around the cusp of your entrance. You attempt to buck your hips against his hand— wanting to feel them slide inside you even if just to the top knuckle, but he has you pinned too tight.

“So needy aren’t you, Princess,” Joel teases, giving your tit a gentle squeeze. “You want them inside you that badly?”

“Pl-please,” you gasp.

“Want your Daddy to make you come? Make you squirt all over my thick fingers?”

Fuck. “Y-yes.”

He eases them inside you with a gentle laugh, your walls greedily enveloping around his fingers like they’ve been waiting for him all day.

“Shit, that’s it,” he purrs, “open up this pretty little cunt for me. Show your Daddy what you got.”

Joel starts slow at first, wanting to stretch you out as much as possible. His rhythm starts to pick up, and by the time he’s found the perfect speed, you’re so wet that the disgustingly obscene sound of his fingers fucking in and out of you makes your cheeks grow painfully hot.

“Tell me what you want,” he orders deeply, the grip on your breast tightening. “This feel good?”

“It’s, oh s-shit, it’s so good.” It’s so hard to talk, so impossible to form words when all you can concentrate on is the taut heat tugging and twisting in your belly.

He stills his fingers momentarily, and cups your pussy hard, making you squeal.

“Ow, that hurt,” you mewl pathetically.

“Don’t just repeat what I’m sayin’, you have to tell me.”

“B-but you already know what girls like.”

“Not girls, Princess,” Joel tells you. “Women. They’re all the same. Some want it soft and slow, like this.” He shifts behind you, propping his chin on your shoulder, watching himself demonstrate what he means, and drives his fingers into you painfully slowly. You try to close your legs because the bliss is almost too much, but he simply widens his own, spreading you open further as his fingers retreat.

“Some like it, like this.” He moves them back inside you again, this time curling them deep and you let out a strangled cry.

He laughs. “That hit the spot, huh?”

“Mm, s-something like that,” you whine desperately, grinding your hips down harder against Joel’s palm.

He eventually reverts back to the first motion— pushing his fingers into you slowly, but as he does, he hooks them to hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

Not even the vibrator you keep in your nightstand manages to do that.

“Shit, just look at you taking all of my big, fat fingers,” Joel praises proudly, and with a timid glance, your eyes settle on the sight between your open thighs. You’re mesmerised by his forearm laid across your stomach, but what really grabs your attention is the way his fingers disappear in and out of you with such simple dexterity. And the copious amount of slick that cling to his skin every time they reappear makes you hot.

“Right here?” He repeats the action making you cry, throwing your head back against his shoulder.

“Fuck!”

“And some…” he trails off, moving his hand from its grip on your chest. He slides it teasingly over your abdomen and down between the apex of your thighs to join the other. “Like this.” He begins tenderly rubbing your clit as his fingers continue their onslaught.

The combination is like nothing you’ve felt before, and you’re inexplicably reaching your peak before you can even prepare for it.

Body wound tighter than a spring, the dam inside you breaks and you can almost hear him smirking as you come thickly around his fingers.

Wave upon wave of euphoria has you trembling in his grip, as the weight of your orgasm forces you to sag heavily against his chest, the melody of Joel’s soft self-righteous laughter an indecent soundtrack to your euphoria.

That night, you’re constantly plagued by fractured dreams of Joel’s hands on you. In them, he fucks you with his magnificent cock, making you come more times than you can count which prevents you from sleeping before you give up trying altogether.

You spend all of the following day disgusted by what you did, more concerned about how unashamedly arousing you find the entire situation. What kind of person does that make you now, doing that sort of thing with your stepfather?

Sick. It makes you sick.

At first, the image of Joel’s fingers shoved knuckle in your pussy keeps the slightly more concerning thoughts at bay, until one manages to break away from the rest and burrow into your consciousness like a parasite, refusing to detach from its host.

You want to lose your virginity to Craig…

Right?

You slip on your sneakers, just as your cell vibrates in your purse, letting you know Craig is outside to pick you up for your date. Butterflies swirl around in your stomach, making you a little nauseous, but you hope they settle when you step out into the fresh air. You’ve been nervous since sunrise, apprehensive about the evening’s agenda, afraid that your boyfriend will somehow be able to tell you’ve done this sort of thing before when you swore to him you haven’t.

Well, it wasn’t a lie when you told him.

It will be now.

“You have a great time with Craig, okay?” Your mom’s kind voice pulls you from your reprehensible thoughts, as she tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“Just make sure he keeps it in his pants,” interrupts Joel as he strides from the kitchen into the hall, making sure to flash you a teasing smirk over his wife’s shoulder.

“Joel, stop it,” she reprimands playfully, giving his bicep a small tap with the back of her hand. “Ignore him, honey.”

“Thanks, Mom.” You step forward, and envelope her in a tight hug, eyes locked on him as he begins crossing his arms over his chest.

“Only lookin’ out for you, don’t want anyone takin’ advantage of my girl.” You don’t miss the way he ever so casually brings his right hand up to his lips, running two fingers under his nose, and gives them a long and satisfied sniff.

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4EVS: @amirra88 @andreasworlsboring101 @b3autyfuldisast3r @cheesyclaire @chibijusstuff @callsignrambam @dangertoozmanykids101 @daughterofthenight117 @doozywoozy @foxyjwls007 @geekofmanyforms @heyyouwiththeassbutt @i-opened-the-chamber-of-secrets @ilovefanfic86 @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay @letsby @letsdisneythings @labella420 @mogaruke @maliburenee @notyourtypicalrose @nik2writes @obsessivelycapricious @patrick-hockslutter @princessmisery666 @phildunphyisadilf @sage-writing @sea040561 @sweeterthanthis @slutformarvelmen @smokeandnailz @stoneyggirl @stoneyggirl2 @skyewardolicitycloisdelena91 @thegirlnextdoorssister @unfortunate-brat @wayward-dreamer @warriorqueen1991 @xoxabs88xox

#joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction

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daydadahlias · 1 year

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Today, I saw an Instagram reel complaining about how fanfic authors apologize for late updates in the notes of their stories and that readers “don’t want to hear it,” they just want the fic to be updated and there are a ton of comments like this one in agreement

and frankly, as a fanfic writer, I just have to say this kind of attitude is really consistently disappointing and frequently makes me not want to write for fandom anymore. I don’t know how many times we as creators have to tell readers that you are not entitled to our work before y’all comprehend that. Fanfic is a privilege, not a commodity.

Readers need to learn how to be aware that there’s a real person with a real life writing and sharing this work. And you complaining that you had to “beg” for an update is not the time-consuming difficulty you think it is in comparison to how long it takes a creator to actually make something. We don’t just shit out content when it fits our fancy.

Fanfic is something people do for free with their own valuable time. We are not machines just cranking out random half-assed works. We come up with ideas, we plan, and we spend God knows how many hours and days actually creating our content because it’s something that we enjoy doing, and are excited to share with others, not something we feel an obligation to create for you. And the second that readers start acting like they’re entitled to our work is when it stops being fun.

In short, please just learn how to be respectful and kind to creators and understand that we literally owe you jackshit and if you treat us with this kind of attitude, we will stop making content for you because you simply do not deserve it.

TL;DR: if you act like fanfic authors don’t have lives outside of fic, you’re a cunt, and we deserve better.

#11k likes on this honestly makes me really upset #especially as someone who has ongoing works #and this attitude of 'why did u start it if ur life is hectic' because life is always going to be hectic??#i wrote it bc i wanted to #you fuckhead.#god im so ruffled #seeing this on my tl made me froth at the mouth #cannot fathom that level of disrespect #sorry for the jessay #and all these comments being like 'idgaf abt the author note or author' like yall are the worst fucking people in the world

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osachiyo · 7 months

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please for the love of god, read my rules before interacting/requesting.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

do not steal/copy/repost/translate ANY of my works. plagiarism is not cool.

I write and interact with nsfw stuff so minors (-18) please don't interact with my blog. I am not responsible for anything you consume on the internet.

this blog contains dark content. if you are uncomfortable with that, I suggest you click off and don't attack me. just because I think something is hot in fiction, that does not mean I condone such acts in real life. fiction is not reality, keep that in mind.

be patient while requesting. I have a life outside of tumblr and this is not my first priority. please remember this is just my hobby, not a full time job and don't rush me/demand things from me because I will most likely ignore your ask if you do.

be nice. I write for fun, please remember that. writers don't owe you anything, and I'm not being paid to do this, so have decent manners while requesting

please refrain from trauma-dumping in my askbox. While I do love talking to you guys, please refrain from sending me extreme stuff. I understand if you are going through something, but I am a stranger on the internet, not your therapist.

any anon hate, threats or bullshit like that will be ignored or I'll most likely clown on you.

don't bring any drama in my askbox, especially not about other creators. this is a writing blog and we're just here to be horny and read stuff, not partake in any drama's.

absolutely no kind of discourse. but I will speak up if I sense some bs going 'round and esp if it involves my moots.

refrain from giving me criticism unless it is asked for.

be specific but not too specific please, like paragraphs after paragraphs. only a few sentences should suffice.

don’t spam like me. if i spot that someone’s spam liking my work without a single reblog, it’s a block. if I spot you liking 5+ posts without a single reblog, you'll get blocked. remember, likes don't share my work, reblogs do :)

if you're gonna send me fanart that doesn't belong to you, please please PLEASE credit the artist in the ask, or just don't send it at all.

please don’t spam my inbox. i receive lots of asks and i try to answer as many. sending me constant asks makes things harder for me and doesn't increase the chance of me responding to you. i’ll delete them or just ignore them to avoid spam.

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋

if you wanna break mutuals then hard block me. if you soft block i'll most likely think it's a glitch and follow you again. please DON'T just unfollow and have me still following you.

please don't feel offended or attacked if i block you.

if you have a problem with me, don't be shy to dm me about it. don't subpost about me, because i WILL see it. let's handle shit like adults, yeah?

tba

Stuff I don't write ↓

amab/male reader + etc, pseudo/step-cest/incest, necro, vore, character x character, age regression, lolicon/shotacon, ddlg, foot fetish, bukkake, gang bangs, pedophilia, Mori, breast feeding, watersports, piss kink, domestic abuse, brainwashing, scat, cbt, food play, snowballing, race play, m-preg, knotting, bestiality, eating disorders, wound fucking, heavy bleeding, milf! reader, shock play, shoe licking, high school au! setting (nsfw), panty sniffing, sounding, race/color specified reader, oc's, SUKUNA, aging up minors etc. — these are subjected to change.

any confusions? don't be afraid to throw me an ask !

↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒

#𖤐 chiyoh → rules

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Hello guildmates!

The Nomination Period is now closed! Below the cut you will find a complete list of all the fanart nominations received for The Guild Awards this term! The mobile-friendly version can also be found in a Google Doc here that has the complete list!

You can find the list of all the fanfiction nominations here!

If you do not see your nomination, or you find issues with the links, please reach out to us as soon as possible!

We are going to give you 2 weeks time to enjoy all of the pieces nominated for this term! We strongly encourage that when you view a work of art or read a fanfiction, please reblog or leave a comment to let the creators know how much their work and talent is appreciated!

The voting period will begin April 15th and end April 29th at midnight PST!

In order to be able to vote, you will need to login. We will be posting the link to the voting form on the first day of the voting session.

Got a question? Check out our FAQ Google Doc or send us an ask!

Message one of the mods directly: @classysassy9791 @phoenix-before-the-flame @kiliinstinct @ratretro @phoneboxfairy

Thank you to everyone who nominated for making this term absolutely wonderful and happy voting!

[please reblog to help spread the love of these amazing creators!]

FANART

Best Action/Adventure

“Jacked Erza” by @pkuinn (tumblr)

“Dragon / Goddess Irene” by @eepintothewoods (tumblr)

“Super Late But Happy Gruvia Day” by @hollie-artz (tumblr)

Best AU/AR

“Shiny Shiny Gold” by @fainttwinkling (tumblr)

“It’s Lisanna’s turn to be badass” by @pencilofawesomeness (tumblr)

‘Circus AU Lucy by @beanthespleen (tumblr)

“Just some late night Lucy star dress doodles” by @beanthespleen (tumblr)

“FarmLu” by @likubears (tumblr)

Best Canon

“Capricorn Star Dress” by @moxiepoxart (tumblr)

‘Dan Lucy, Your Bobbies’ by @boxonarock (tumblr)

‘Cuddling’ by @smappybubbles (tumblr)

“Like The Natsu I’ve Always Known” by @shiiro-arts (tumblr)

Best Angst

“I love them so much” by @shiiro-arts (tumblr)

‘Manga Redraw’ by @Azriaann (tumblr)

Best Dark

“Rogue on the Battlefield” by @celestialrayna (tumblr)

“He’s Fine. Don’t Worry About It” by @kitsunegender (tumblr)

“For All You Gajeel Thirsters” by @mavikiu (tumblr)

Best Humor/Parody

“they are too silly” by @heartonxions (tumblr)

‘Happy Valentine’s Day!’ by @riveluart (tumblr)

“Them, Basically!” by @friedmeatbuns (tumblr)

“Shadowgear Lethal Company” by @firapolemos05 (tumblr)

FarmLu” by @likubears (tumblr)

“I Feel Like this Joke is So Them” by @acnologias-ass (tumblr)

Best Kiss

“Happy february to them” by @lav3nder-bees (tumblr)

“Punks and their short bf/gf (pic 3)” by @merryweathart (tumblr)

"A Bit Early But Merry Christmas Everyone!" by @hollie-artz (tumblr)

"Natsu's Kiss" by @disnimeartzy (tumblr)

Best Romance

“Sleepy afterschool lolu” by @l-owe-i (tumblr)

‘Untitled’ by @roseletterchan (tumblr)

“Untitled” by @bakutenshi (tumblr)

“This is how it should be” by @moxiepoxart (tumblr)

“Gruvia Week Day 3: Starlight” by @jmoart214 (tumblr)

Best LGBTQ+ Romance

“Untitled Fraxus Week Prompt” by @bluessom1 (tumblr)

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” by @nostalgiedromer (tumblr)

“My peppermint pookies” by @mousecracker (tumblr)

“Music!” by @itsfasterifyouroll (tumblr)

Best Character

“The Sun” by @moonylilies (tumblr)

“untitled color palette challenge (jellal)” by @acnologias-ass (tumblr)

“Lucy 🌻” by @melognut (tumblr)

“Levy bout to fuck shit up” by @phoenix-before-the-flame (tumblr)

“Erza for a friend :]” by @cassikitty (tumblr)

"Mira" by @imyourcoopid (tumblr)

Best Duo/Pairing

“Gajeel + juvia = besties” by @anniechuuu (tumblr)

“Natsu and Happy fanart” by @lostprinxe (tumblr)

Best Group Depiction

“It’s Nice to Have a Family” by @classysassy9791 (tumblr)

‘ Untitled’ by @watcher-ofthe-sky-art (tumblr)

“Levy and her boys” by @riveluart (tumblr)

“Dragon Fam Christmas Sweaters” by @pencilofawesomeness (tumblr)

Best Manga Coloring

“Fire & Lightning” by @fairy-edits (tumblr)

‘I Hyperfixated’ by @fairy-tail-trash (tumblr)

“Minerva Orland of the Sabertooth Guild” by @googler49 (tumblr)

“Congratulations 100 yr quest!” by @vaniliens (tumblr)

Best Redraw

“Screenshot Redraw of the Raijinshuu + Laxus” by @sheltered-uno (tumblr)

“manga redraw🫣” by @azriaann (tumblr)

“Gray and Wendy” by @heartonxions (tumblr)

“Some Manga Redraws (thunder legion)” by @zai-doodles (tumblr)

“Falling with the Stars ✨💫” by @limboistic (tumblr)

"Loke and Gray" by @konohamaru-sensei (tumblr)

"Team Natsu 🔥🗝️⚔️❄️💨😸😾" by @c-art-y (tumblr)

Best Overall

“Levy all Soft and Glowy” by @mavikiu (tumblr)

“Punk Boyy” by @heneryque (tumblr)

‘Erza Scarlet Art Nouveau’ by @Syenneart (tumblr)

“Erza for a friend :]” by @cassikitty (tumblr)

"Juvia Lockser" by @imyourcoopid (tumblr)

"Edolas Lucy Loml" by @robin-vb (tumblr)

#fairy tail #theguildawards #ft awards #tgat12024 #fairy tail fanart

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hiding-in-the-vault · 2 months

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isnt this whole wilbur thing a huge warning sign against getting too attached to ccs, because we can never truly know them? why are we celebrating a few fans putting /150/ dollars + whatever the commission fee for the artist was into a birthday present for a guy who just.. doesnt know them? its not like merch or supporting a creator, its literally money in the wind. between this and merch dropping like clockwork but sapnap being the only one actually doing content (and hes clearly just doing it for the kick quota.. sorry but the streams are so lackluster), im getting really disillusioned with the dream team. theyre literally just coasted by because of a hyperdedicated fanbase they dont really seem to give a shit about. people talk about how amazing and kind they are but are they really? we dont know. why are we monetarily supporting millionaires its literally just charity but for rich people at this point, they dont provide any value in exchange. i think people should really consider why theyd rather drop ~180 dollars on a billboard for a rando instead of charity or buying something they want or need. sorry idk i just feel fed up with how much time and money and love i poured into these guys and in response were getting nothing. sapnap didnt even bother to denounce the abuser he used to interact with. i could have donated and actually helped someone instead of buying a fucking hoodie i cant even wear to school because id get bullied.

I don’t think there’s anything wrong with a little wake up call. They are just some guys that stream and make videos. You’d think the last few Situations™ would teach people to simply not put cc’s on pedestals and expect perfection from them. But you must realize that if you’re going to argue against people giving cc’s money, then you need to go all the way back to every single sub and donation they’ve gotten through twitch as well. It’s always been a luxury some choose to do because they get something out of it. They were never forced or tricked into doing it. And I don’t know how the Sapnap billboard was funded, but I donated to the George b-day billboard. Gave up $5 because I thought it was a fun community idea, and it did not impact my ability to donate or buy things I needed. It doesn’t need to be any more complicated than that. It’s not a streamer's fault that you chose to spend money on them instead of donating.

If you’re upset by the lack of content, then entertain yourself with something else. People have been saying that for ages. If you think their intention is to continue promising content and never delivering just to squeeze money out of fans, then leave. I personally don’t believe that.

Dream believes he does owe us content, but we don’t get to decide when it comes. And you don’t have to give them a dime for it.

#vault talks #discourse #sorry if im a little blunt. i dont usually get anons like this lol #and yeah school kids can be mean :( im glad i didnt have to worry about this when i was in high school #if it helps at all. i wear my blindingly neon green dream hoodie out sometimes and no one has cared in the adult world #but anyway. i dont like to entertain regret. one day they will fully retire and that wont take value from anything they made before that #even if youre unsatisfied right now dont let that effect the good times youve had prior #edit: forgot to add: in case anon still sees:#also let’s not pretend sap and wil were ever close lol #geor.ge was the closest to him out of the three and he hasn’t said anything either. and he doesn’t need to. it’s gotta be hard :/#look at poor to.mmy #demanding responses is not the way

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codecurucho · 2 months

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I’m not one to get involved with discourse but I’m convinced those who are genuinely sobbing crying and harassing Tubbo over his character making jokes haven’t stepped a single foot in an irl queer space.

I’m begging you to go into a queer space local to you and ask them their opinions on a queer person making homophobic jokes. I guarantee the response will be “I’ve got bigger fucking problems, why should I give a shit about another queer persons business?”

This feels like repackaged slur discourse over the morality of certain jokes and words—touch grass. Go to an irl queer space. Being homophobic as a funny ha-ha while being a queer person is FINE. It’s not this big morality issue you’re making it out to be—if those jokes don’t vibe with you, stop watching.

Because Tubbo isn’t the only person who makes identity-based jokes!! A lot of people on the server use this kind of humour. I’m not even a big Tubbling but it really does feel like some of you just hate the man😭💀

Like I’m old enough to remember when these kind of conversations came with a “not my thing but it’s okay if it’s your thing” disclaimer at the end of it. We can agree to dislike something, move on, and not harass the fucking creators because you believe all content created should be catered to your specific humour/morals

Edit: I keep adding to this as I remember stuff but also don’t be parasocial about it!! Tubbo is not ur friend, he owes you nothing. Don’t fucking email the guy detailing how upset you personally are at another person’s expression of queerness (because Tubbo is queer. And is making jokes about queerness).

#are we forgetting the homophobic dog meme #queer people go wild for funny homophobia as long as it’s in-community homophobia #qsmp discourse #just saw a post that said you’re in a soup store getting mad there’s soup. leave the soup store people #qsmp fandom neg #qsmp #qsmp tubbo

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lovelykhaleesiii · 5 months

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I have been going back and forth in posting this, but want to have a clean slate and a clear mind going forward.

this fandom if I am being honest (and from experience in many others) has been the most roller coaster ride. it has been wonderful and blossoming, yet also, toxic and disheartening…

my current state right now, I feel as though I have been shunned from the community from all corners. stranded alone, with only a few friends (I could count them on one hand) to talk to and to trust.

I have been incredibly disappointed in this fandom by people I had considered friends, people that I believed to be sincere and kind, but over time showed a very different and ugly side.

I am not going to sugar coat this topic anymore… and be warned, I will call you out if need be, from this point on. I always had hopes that as a community mostly dominated by adults, we would act more like it, but it seems not. then accountability is necessary, because this school yard behaviour is not it.

I work most of the time, I barely even have time for a social life on top of personal things… tumblr is not my priority. but when I log in on here, I do wish and intend for this to be a space where I can relax and enjoy myself, to be creative and write and share my ideas and stories. to interact with people, to bond over characters and stories that I don’t ever get the chance to in real life, because I barely meet people with similar interests.

this is meant to be my safe haven.

recently it has been quite the opposite…

I have been gaslit, bullied & ghosted/neglected. as someone who genuinely struggles to put herself out there, I have made attempts that I am thankful for yet hurt by the experiences. putting myself in discord chats only to leave in the matter of a few days…

I have said this before and I will say it again. If I ever say anything to you directly or indirectly, and it doesn’t sit right with you. I am open to talk privately about it. I am not perfect, in fact far from it. I have flaws as do we all. I can make mistakes, I am human. if the matter can be resolved, amazing, if not: I don’t expect to get along with EVERYONE on this hellsite. the block and unfollow options are there for a reason!!!

regardless, I understand everyone has their own personal lives and issues… believe me, I DO! I am a huge advocate for life > tumblr. you need a break, take the break. you want to go on hiatus, go on hiatus. you do not owe anyone in this fandom shit, as I have reminded myself as of late. In saying that, showing people common courtesy and decency is not by any means a stretch, it should be the bare minimum.

showing support to your fanfic authors/gif makers and creators is valid and ideal.

I have taken multiple breaks because the stress and exhaustion from my work and personal life has been a lot, that I am able to remove myself from a situation, to not allow anyone else to suffer my ordeal. your actions have repercussions, and you will be held accountable.

to wrap it all up, I will continue to write my little, silly stories, I will continue to read fics. However, I have of recent been so turned off by some of the people in this community, that if I’m being honest (which I also strongly advocate for, and believe I owe whoever read this that), I have no energy to interact with people that have crossed me and made me feel less of the person I am at this point in time. my friends who I respect and admire dearly, know who they are, I don’t need to tell them twice.

when I feel comfortable with this fandom, my interactions may change, but for now. I very much enjoy my small number of friends.

thank you to those who read this entire mouthful, I genuinely appreciate the small things and taking the time out of YOUR day to read and listen to little old me, says a lot.

please take care of yourselves, and I hope that we can create a better more wholesome fandom space.

love always, Hel 🤍

#rant #personal #thank you to anyone who reads this entire thing #I hope you have a wonderful fucking day

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amatchinwater · 2 years

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Your Eddie / Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: You (adoptive Carver sibling) go with Chrissy to her drug deal with Eddie, only to become jealous watching him flirt with her the whole time. Needing to make a buy of your own, you head to Eddie's trailer that night and end up telling him how you feel.

Words: 2628

Warnings: 18+ (language and drugs), could be seen as possessive behavior, light angst

a/n: this is my first imagine and ST fic and I'm super nervous...do it scared, right? Okay, fuck, here we go. Feel free to send a request if you'd like, I have two other ideas I'm working on. (Master list)

Not my gif, credit to creator!!

“You’re doing what?” You ask, trying your best not to shriek the word.

“Meeting Eddie in the woods during lunch,” Chrissy shrugs her shoulder like it’s the most normal thing she’s ever said. “He said that he has something that could help me sleep. And get rid of the headaches I’ve been having lately.”

“Drugs, Chris, he has drugs to sell you.” You’re not opposed to drugs, you’ve smoked plenty of times and see Reefer Rick more than Chrissy lately and she’s your best friend. It’s more so the fact that Ms. Perfect Head Cheerleader is willingly doing this that has you so shocked. “Are they really that bad?” You ask, wanting to make sure that she’s tried everything first. Her parents are super strict and you don’t want her to get in trouble.

Not to mention your brother is a bit of a dick. No matter how much Jason claims he loves and cares about Chrissy, he’d flip his shit if he knew she turned to drugs. Even more so that said drugs came from Eddie Munson. ‘Freak of Hawkins High’ as your dear brother likes to call him.

“I’m at the point of trying anything if it will make it stop,” Chrissy sighs, mouth drooping into a pout, “please come with me. It’s not that I don’t trust Eddie, I just don’t know what I’m doing. But you do. Please,” she draws out the word, resorting to pleading hands and slightly bouncing, making her blonde ponytail sway back and forth.

With a groan, you bite your lip, “fine,” putting your hands on her shoulders to make her stop bouncing. “Let’s go,” you throw your arm over her, heading towards the exit. “I was actually looking forward to lunch today, you know. You owe me a burger.”

“Deal,” Chrissy giggles, returning your embrace as you both head for the woods.

“If he tries to charge you more than forty, we’re leaving,” you say watching Chrissy sit down at the picnic table. She turns to protest, but you cut her off. “I will get you stuff from my guy. But I won’t let you be overcharged just because you have a pretty face, okay?”

“And this is why I love you,” she beams a pearly white smile at you.

You roll your eyes playfully, “yeah, yeah, love you too, Chris.”

“Chrissy Cunningham and Y/N Carver,” Eddie’s voice startles you from where you’re leaning against a tree. “Hawkins High sweethearts here to make a drug deal.” You roll your eyes at the comment, you may be a Carver by name, but you’re not a sweetheart. “Did our little town turn into the Twilight Zone and no one told me?” He grins, making your heart flutter.

The whole reason you didn’t really want to be here. It’s not the drug deal. It’s not that you’re missing lunch to be here. It’s Eddie. The fearless leader of Hellfire that you’ve been in love with since freshman year. His brown eyes that are nearly black and so fucking hypnotizing. Curly hair that you just want to run your finger through and braid if he’d let you just so you had an excuse to touch it. God, and the rings adorning his fingers shining with the little wave he gives you while grinning.

That fucking grin.

It kills you every time you see it. Especially when it turns sinister towards Jason. You’re grateful for your adoptive family and love them in earnest. But your brother is a grade A dickhead. It’s nice to watch him get knocked down a peg or two every now and then.

You’d been so busy thinking about Eddie that you didn’t even notice real Eddie already sat at the table with Chrissy, flipping open his metal box. You push off the tree to join them, sitting on the dead wood, thankful you chose ripped jeans today because surely this table is splinter city.

“You really don’t remember me?” Eddie asks Chrissy.

You cross your arms over your chest, knowing she probably doesn’t. She even says as much. Then Eddie throws himself off the bench, rolling in the leaves before hopping up. Causing a fit of giggles to bubble from your best friend’s chest.

“Is there something in my hair?” He teases, brushing leaves and small twigs from his wild curls.

What you wouldn’t give to be able to do that for him. Instead, you’re sitting here stewing. Watching the one guy you’ve had a crush on your entire high school career flirt with Chrissy. It really shouldn’t sting this much. You’ve had maybe three interactions with Eddie if you don’t count the times you’ve been partnered up in classes. Forced conversations don’t really count, now, do they? And Chris is beautiful. It’s not hard to see or understand someone- everyone- wanting to be with her.

It just sucks that it’s Eddie. You tune out their entire exchange, opting to pick at a chipped part of the table. Until the giggles cease and you see the bag of weed get offered to Chrissy.

“Twenty bucks, whaddya say?”

Chris looks at you in silent question. You examine the bag, seeing a decent amount of bud in the bag considering the price tag. Biting away the snort at the proof that he really must have a thing for her if he’s selling it for that cheap. You nod at her.

“So glad you approve, princess,” Eddie says to you as Chrissy pays him and takes the bag.

“Princess?” Chrissy’s face scrunches sweetly, asking the question burning the tip of your own tongue.

A slight pink color stains his cheeks, gesturing between you two. “Queen of Hawkins High,” he points at your best friend. “Can’t have two queens, so,” Eddie makes a weird gesture, face getting redder, “so, princess. It made sense in my head,” he adds, closing the metal box, slinging his jacket and vest back over his arms. “Come find me if you need more,” Eddie gets up and walks away, “you, too, princess.”

“Thanks Eddie!” Chris calls at his retreating back.

“Anytime,” he raises the ‘rock on’ symbol, sauntering through the trees.

After school, you make dinner for yourself since Jason is out for the game and your parents are away on some romantic getaway they just had to take. It’s whatever. You’re pretty used to fending for yourself before you were adopted, so it’s not like you’re incapable of cooking a meal. You just can’t seem to shake the irritation from watching Eddie and Chris from earlier. Maybe if you had told literally anyone how you felt about him, you wouldn’t have this giant green monster on your back.

Who are you kidding? Of course you would. It would just be ten times worse because then you’d have to deal with the pity. But you know Chrissy. If anything she was just being nice to Eddie since he had what she wanted. Something of which you could desperately use right now. So once the dishes are cleaned, you head upstairs to your room for your stash. Completely forgetting that the last time you’d smoked, you’d used the last of it.

“Shit,” you close the small tin, tucking it back between your mattress. Guess it’s time to call Reefer Rick again. Grumbling to yourself, you go right back downstairs to the phone and dial his number. It rings endlessly until the line finally clicks over to voicemail. You try calling three more times, meeting his voicemail every time. “Dammit,” you groan, slamming the phone back on the receiver.

Not wanting to go to bed without it, knowing it will calm you more than anything and more than likely make you forget about earlier today for a time, you contemplate your options. You could just drive out to Rick’s. But his rules are to call first. Unyielding even. There’s only one other person in this town that you could get weed from: Eddie. Except you don’t have his phone number. But everyone in school knows where he lives.

If you want a good night's sleep, you’re going to have to go there, hope he’s home, and hope that he has enough left to sell you. Hell, even if it’s just one spare joint, you’ll take it. You can manage to buy from him without making a total fool out of yourself. That’s totally a thing you’re capable of doing.

Your body doesn’t seem to really care, because your hands have already grabbed your keys and backpack so that you have your wallet too and you’re walking out the front door into the night.

Thankfully when you pull up to the trailer, Eddie’s van is sitting outside. Killing the engine, you drum your fingers on the steering wheel in hopes of expunging your nervous energy. “Don’t be a pussy, Y/N/N, you can do this,” you pump yourself up, yanking the keys from the ignition and practically throwing yourself out of the car. Hopping on the porch, your knuckles rap on the white door, trying to be louder than the music.

It worked, because the music stops and after a few fumbling noises the front door yanks open, revealing Eddie still in his Hellfire raglan. “Carver,” he says in surprise, grinning as he leans against the doorframe, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Rick isn’t answering his phone,” you say, cutting right to the chase. Refusing to be enthralled by his presence when you know how he feels about Chrissy. It’s doing a really good job of making you feel bitter. “I was hoping you had more of what you sold to Chris.”

“Ouch,” his face scrunches, tone playful as he splays a hand over his chest, “I’m your second option?”

You lift a shoulder in a half shrug, “why go through his dealer when I can get it from the source?” You nod your head to the side, “well, usually. Not tonight apparently.”

“Fair enough,” Eddie grins again, dropping his hand and opening the door more. Waving his hand in the opening he says, “come on in, princess.” Your boot hovers over the threshold, nerves tickling your stomach again. At your hesitance, Eddie drops his voice, “I promise I won’t bite.”

I’d probably like it if you did.

Shaking the thought from your head, you enter the trailer, waiting in the living room for him to close the door, admiring the wall of hats. “Collector?” You ask to fill the silence, curiosity getting the best of you.

“They’re my uncles,” Eddie informs you, pointing towards the hallway, “stash is in my room. Anything particular you were looking for?” He asks, leading you through the trailer to his bedroom. “Hello, sweetheart,” Eddie strums his guitar strings, spinning on his heels to face you.

You can’t help the small laugh at the act. The feeling of earlier might still be playing on a loop in your head, but seeing him be such a goof warms your heart. It’s not possible for it to not affect you no matter how hard you fight it. Eddie is attractive all around. And it’s chipping away at your defenses and you didn’t even process he was speaking to you until a hand waves in your face.

“Yo,” Eddie whistles, waving his hand again to snap you back to the room, “off in fantasy land, princess?” He smiles at you.

“I’m fine,” you reply a little harsher than you meant to. But trying to reign yourself in from being in Eddie fucking Munson’s room worked a little too well. Feelings for Chris or not, he’s the last person you want to be a bitch to.

Eddie crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against his dresser, “what gives, Carver?” But he doesn’t sound angry. Or even look put off, to be honest. “I know you’re snarky, but what happened to the little smiles I usually get?”

You freeze on the spot. Because if Eddie has noticed all the small smiles you’ve ever thrown his way, that means he’s noticed all the times you’ve caught yourself staring at him. Embarrassed with yourself, you stare at the carpet. Not wanting to admit that the reason you’re so bent out of shape is that your crush doesn’t like you. So you shove your own arms over your chest and grumble, “it’s nothing.”

“No, no,” Eddie gets in your space, lifting your chin with his pointer, causing your breath to hitch and your eyes to widen. “Talk to me, sweet girl.” Sure, totally. If you could fucking breathe! “You used to be able to talk to me,” the finger falls from your chin along with his voice. Dropping to just above a whisper. Gentle. Soft. He takes a step back.

Utter shock washes over your face. When you first became a Carver, you were in middle school and had no friends. Jason was hitting puberty and wasn’t much help. You found yourself at the very picnic table you sat at with Chrissy and Eddie. And found a freshman drawing up plans for a D&D campaign. He was the first person to be nice to you. Eddie listened to you when you told him about adjusting to having a family was harder than you thought.

Neither of you made it back to school that day you’d talked so long. You didn’t think he’d remember that.

It’s what planted the seeds for your crush on him. Once you started high school the following year, there was never a chance for you. Hook line and sinker right from the start.

But Eddie wants Chrissy.

The words spill from your mouth before you can stop them, “Chrissy!” You exclaim, unable to help yourself. Scoffing a laugh, “I love her, don’t get me wrong, but it’s always fucking Chrissy. She’s the one everyone wants. Not even you can help but flirt with her.”

Eddie laughs. Honest to god laughs. “You’re serious?” His eyes light up and he smiles. You glare at him. “Oh, you are serious,” Eddie chuckles under his breath, “okay.” He gets back in your space, ring clad hand rising to brush his fingers along your jaw and tsks when you lean into the touch. “Oh, princess, that wasn’t flirting. This is flirting.”

Eddie is saying it more to your mouth than he is to your face. A fact you realize only once those dark eyes drag away from your lips. It’s really hot and your heart is pounding away in your ribcage trying to make an escape. You want to say something, anything, but there’s a fist in your throat preventing any words from coming out.

His hand cups your face, thumb grazing along the skin, “Chrissy is great, sure.” Eddie licks his lip, never looking away from you as he moves a stray hair from your forehead, “but what good is a knight without his princess?”

You sputter a laugh, “did you just use D&D as a pickup line on me?”

“Did it work?” Eddie twists his face funnily.

Another laugh pushes past your lips and you nod in his hand, “of course it did.” He could’ve beckoned you with one finger and your knees would give out. A cheesy line that’s just so Eddie is perfection.

“Good,” he whispers, leaning in slow enough to give you a chance to pull back before his lips meet yours. It’s feather light and lasts all of a second, “my princess,” murmured against your mouth.

You let out a soft whine at the declaration, crashing your lips back to Eddie’s as your fingers curl in his shirt to keep him close. “My Eddie?” You pant, eyes searching his, hoping this means what you want it to.

“Your Eddie,” he agrees, pulling you back in with a smile on his face.

#eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #chrissy cunningham #Match Writes

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mexreny · 2 months

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you can’t trust creators anymore. you literally cannot unless someone makes an allegation, in which you should ALWAYS look at all evidence and arguments before you make an active decision to cut off support or speak against a creator. in this case, an obviously pr-branded ‘apology’ without a single sorry was the only thing Shubble and the community got publicly.

in cases of severe allegations over the years, I will admit I’ve felt uncertain or uneasy about the innocence or guilt or even severity of an important situation. because of CONSTANT STREAM of FALSE allegations made by liars and clout-seeking individuals, the concept of victim became certainly very unsteady. how would you believe an alleger or an alleged just like that when it has become increasingly common for people to create lies in order to RUIN a possible victim or a shitty person’s life? I hope that makes sense.

in the most recent conflict, however, it is without a doubt that Wilbur is completely and utterly guilty of these just foul and disturbing truths that Shubble has revealed. not ONLY does she come forward, as a respectable content creator, but other people like Wilbur’s ex-current friends are as well. it is unrefutable. he has done and continued to do fucked, manipulative, and just terribly wrong things to his “loved ones.”

but don’t create a mob against creators who haven’t yet spoken out. remember you don’t know these people. you have NO idea what they’ve experienced. you have NO idea if certain people are even trustworthy anymore. CONTENT CREATORS ARE NOT YOUR FRIENDS. THEY ARE NOT YOUR ANGELS. JUST BECAUSE A COMMUNITY THAT YOU ARE APART OF HAS GIVEN THEM A PLATFORM DOES NOT MEAN THEY ARE FULLY UPSTANDING HUMAN BEINGS. THEY ARE FUCKED UP LIKE YOU AND I, AND THEY HAVE SECRETS AND MISTAKES JUST LIKE YOU AND I.

the difference is that mistakes are one thing. active choice to abuse is another. and you have NO clue whether someone in a position of power is practicing that. you have no idea who they are.

honestly? I hope he continues getting the help he needs, if he even got any in the first place. It’s just not anyone’s responsibility to fix him and expect him to change. It’s his own. It’s not your problem. It is his. And you as a fan don’t owe him anything. He has become another number in the book of “well, I guess some people we once trusted to have a public platform and not actively harm other people and then refuse to even apologize for their actions really ARE pretty shitty.”

Above all, I know the community will come together to uplift Shubble and old friends. If you haven’t checked Shubble out, go ahead! She’s simply delightful in her streams and creates a comforting atmosphere for her community based on what I have seen myself.

And lastly, I want you to know that it is going to be okay. You are not guilty for ever liking his content. You are not guilty for ever liking Lovejoy. You are NOT GUILTY. this is a moment in time, nearly revolutionary that such a powerful and well loved creator was proven by his own words to have done shit things, and it will be okay in the end. Support the truth, and support Shubble. it. will. be. okay. ❤️

#qsmp #wilbur soot #shubble #By the way #if you’re going to dm me about how you think what I said is weird or shitty #Do it off anonymous #Cause you’re such a perfect knight in shining armor who have never had their words perceived differently than what you intended #Thanks

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 2 months

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,133 Words

Summary: Eclipse makes a groupchat with the other Eclipses to chaotic outcomes.

Warnings: Crack, Cursing, Caps, Death (mentioned only), Abuse (mentioned only), Minor Injury (mentioned), let me know if I should add anything else.

The Eclipses Chat: Chapter 1

8:42am

Eclipse has created a chatroom

Eclipse has named the chat to ‘Whomst The Fuck?’

Eclipse has added 9 people to ‘Whomst The Fuck?’

Eclipse: Okay, I need help? Fist of all where am I? And second how did I get here? Third, how get all your numbers at the same time?

Eclipse: …Ah fuck what the hell?

Eclipse: Hold on what?

Eclipse: Okay, I might be too high then.

Eclipse: ARE WE ALL ECLIPSE!?

Eclipse: Seems like it, buddy.

Eclipse: Okay, some of us have to change our screen names.

Eclipse: Already on it for mine.

Eclipse has changed their name to Solar

Solar: So much better.

Eclipse: How did you do that!?

Solar: Depends who I’m giving advice to.

Eclipse: Swapped dimension, Moon is the evil one.

Solar: Ah. Gotcha. So you hit the icon in the top right and it’ll say settings, click that then go to change name and change it.

Eclipse had changed their name to Orbit

Orbit: Thank god. I’m too high for this. I’m going to sleep now. Thanks Solar.

Eclipse has changed their name to God

Solar: No.

Solar has changed God’s name to Venus

Solar: None of that shit.

Venus: I hate you and your little boyfriend too.

Solar: NOT MY BOYFRIEND SHUT UP HE’S AROACE

Venus: I have better things to do than bother with you.

Venus is offline

Eclipse: Can I get help?

Solar: Who be thee?

Eclipse: … I’ll be honest I don’t know.

Eclipse: Well, are you good?

Eclipse: idk

Eclipse has changed their name to Rigel

Rigel: Hi Solar!!!!! 🥰💞💘

Solar: Hi Ruin.

Rigel: Look, I picked a name too!

Solar: I can see that, Rigel. Good job.

Eclipse: Y’all in love or something?

Solar: Listen, he just found out emojis exist. Let him have fun with them.

Eclipse has changed their name to Helix

Helix: Excuse me wtf? How did the Eclipse that started this shit get my number? I literally live in space! I didn’t even know I had a number! What!?

Solar: Ooooh, you’re the one with Lord Lunar.

Helix: Yes, I’m the one with Selene.

Solar: Interesting.

Eclipse: Can I please be helped already?

Eclipse: We don’t even know who you are!

Eclipse: I’m apparently named Eclipse!? idfk!? I’m confused too!

Helix: Start with this, pick a damn name, kid!

Eclipse has changed their name to Comet

Eclipse had changed their name to Umbra

Helix: Wait, which is which?

Comet: Someone please get me down? I feel like a cat in a tree rn. Why am I here?

Solar: That’s how we all feel, buddy. What’s wrong?

Comet: I’m currently trapped in the dark in I think a ceiling? I can’t get down and it’s dark. I don’t know where I am but I hear the daycare song.

Solar: That does not narrow it down.

Helix: Okay, so are you in a dimension where Sun and Moon are alive?

Comet: Debatably yes.

Solar: Okay so a ‘dead Moon’ universe. Alright. Getting somewhere. Is Lunar alive in this universe?

Comet: Yes.

Orbit: Are you in a universe Kill Code became good and is now dead in?

Comet: I believe so yes.

Solar: Alright that’s only three dimensions. Are Earth and Sun dead?

Comet: No.

Solar: Are one of the Blood Moon AIs and the Creator dead?

Comet: No.

Solar: Hold on a minute.

Solar: Make a loud noise rn, Comet.

Solar: Motherfucker, I HEAR YOU UPSTAIRS! Hold on!

Comet: OW

Solar: Not my fault you fell out of the ceiling head-first!

Comet: I was just made and I’m already being abused.

Solar: Oh please. Abused my ass.

Helix: Well, we are all twinks so… you do have an ass.

Solar: Shut up, Helix.

Helix: I will not be silenced and you can’t make me!

Solar: Don’t tempt me.

Orbit: Question, how did he even get there?

Solar: Fuck if I know.

Comet: I have no fucking clue.

Rigel: Scan him then. 🥰👻🫣

Solar: You know what? I didn’t think of that. Thanks Rigel.

Comet: Thanks Rigel.

9:57am

Whomst The Fuck?

Solar: Apparently remade original universe Eclipse and Comet is the result.

Comet: He gave me cotton candy. I like cotton candy. I like Solar, he’s nice.

Umbra: Wait, they what? Who did it?

Solar: Someone named Void? No other traces but it’s someone I don’t know at least.

Helix: Selene says that’s one of the six Lord Kill Codes. The asshole one specifically. Apparently he’s been recreating Eclipses from other worlds and sending them out.

Solar: What a son of a bitch.

Comet: So what do I do?

Solar: Well, you’re basically blank so welcome to the family. I’ll send you somewhere safe before someone tries to kill you.

Comet: Excuse me, what?

Solar: Yeah, Moon has a grudge so you’re gonna get poofed somewhere he won’t immediately kill you.

Umbra: Send him to me, I’m in the Toronto bunker.

Solar: Wait what?

Umbra: Hi, I’m the original Eclipse of the world I assume you’re in too. Send me my twin.

Solar: Alright, guess you’re going to Toronto, Comet.

Umbra: I have a spare bedroom I’m already setting up for you. What colors do you like?

Comet: Um

Comet: Purple

Umbra: Alright. I’ll have it set up by the time he sends you to me.

Comet: I’m so confused.

Helix: You and everyone else, Comet.

Comet: What is my life?

Orbit: Adopted at birth.

Comet: I hate everything.

Umbra: Shut up, at least you get your favorite color and a place to be safe in.

Comet: I hate everything a bit less now.

Umbra: What foods do you like, kid? Cough it up.

Comet: Cotton candy, coffee. Solar is giving me coffee and Chinese right now.

Umbra: How dare yo. That was gonna be my first thing to do with him.

Solar: You lack the already-here points on feeding the new child.

Helix: It feels like I’m on the sidelines of a custody agreement.

Umbra: You are.

Solar: You are, Helix.

Comet: Do I get a say in this or do I just get two dads?

Solar: You just get two dads.

Umbra: 50/50 custody agreement.

Umbra: Kid, what foods are you allergic to? It should be listed in your Health Information Settings in your arm computer.

Comet: It says dairy and red meat.

Umbra: Doable. Thank you. Do you have a favorite food yet?

Comet: Sweet things and Chinese food.

Umbra: Alright, kid. You’ll have sweet things and Chinese food fully stocked when you get here.

Comet: I kind of like having two dads actually.

Solar: I sure hope so, you’re forever going to be stuck in a loop of ‘go ask your father’.

Comet: I’m fine with that. As long as I keep getting candy.

Solar: Yes, you’ll keep getting candy.

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