#good ol fishnets

[kimmberleeex]

Burnin’ Jealousy

NSFW 18+, TW: Smutty, strong language, usage of Daddy, some spanking, etc…

There was a big end of spring break party being thrown at Benny’s old place and everyone was going to be there. It was supposed to be a huge blowout, and even Eddie “the freak” Munson was going, mainly because you were dragging him to it. The two of you had been dating for almost a year now, you were ex-cheerleader turned freak, but the jocks still tried to chase after you. You always chalked it up to being a jealous thing because you never would bother with them, even at the height of your popularity.

While getting ready for the party and meticulously planning out your outfit, you couldn’t help but to wonder how Eddie would react. This outfit choice was to get a rise out of him, make him go wild for you. At least that was the plan, so when you walked out of your room and Eddie saw you coming down the stairs in fishnet stockings, heels, the shortest leather skirt he ever saw, accompanied by a studded belt you stole from him and the smallest white tank…you thought his eyes were going to bulge out of his head. You couldn’t hide the grin on your face even if you tried.

You watched as he composed his face, putting his ring clad hands together as he looked you up and down. “Absolutely not.” There was a hint of a smile, but his voice is so serious and dripping with dominance.

Feeling defiant, you cross your arms over your chest and lean against the bannister of the stairs. “And why the hell not? Don’t you like it?” Sticking out your bottom lip in a pout to really seal the deal.

Eddie sighed, feeling slightly annoyed, before he stood up and crossed the living room to you. “Of course I like it, in fact, I fucking love it. But if you wear that to the party tonight, I’ll be too busy fighting off moronic mouthbreathers to keep their filthy paws off of you, sweetheart.” He tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear before his finger dragged down your cheek and finding place at your chin as he gripped it softly with his index finger and thumb. “But damn, if you don’t look sexy. Which, before you even think of saying anything, you always do. Was this all for little ol’ me?” That crooked grin pulls at the corners of his mouth, his chocolate brown eyes twinkling as he drank you in.

Not being able to help the smile as you looked up at him. “Baby, of course this is for you. I wanted to surprise you, look good for you. It’ll be okay, I’ll fight off the mouthbreathers with you. I’ll stay glued to your side all night. Promise.”

Eddie pressed his soft lips to your forehead, sighing against your skin. “You always look good for me, sweet girl. But I swear, if I regret letting you wear this…you’re in for one hell of a spanking.” Unable to suppress the giggle that escaped your lips, Eddie grinned down at you. He knew that you secretly hoped for that outcome.

Groaning softly, he put his leather jacket around your shoulders. It was his way of trying to cover you up, which you both knew wouldn’t last long. “We best be going, the people are expecting their fallen angel to be there.” His arm wrapping around the small of your back as he lead you out to his beat up old van.

Once at the party, it was like everyone turned to stare as you two entered the place. Eddie groaned internally as he watched people turn and whisper to each other. And it didn’t take long for the balls with laundry basket goons to flock to you. Eddie allowed them to speak to you briefly, but before long he was pulling you away to go grab a beer together. It was so easy for him to get jealous, and you loved it. Giggling as you sipped your cheap beer out of the red plastic cup, you looked at Eddie over the lip of it. It was like he was on high alert and just constantly scanning the crowd for potential threats.

“Hey, your hot girlfriend is right in front of you.” You teased him as you tugged on his shirt, demanding his attention. “If I’m to stay glued to your side all night, the least you could do is pay attention to me.” Smiling sweetly at him as you leaned against the kitchen counter. There were a few people in the room, but they were all too drunk to be paying attention.

Eddie took another chug of his beer before setting his cup on the counter behind you. There was a smug grin on his face as he placed both hands on either side of you, his body leaning into you as he got closer. “Mm, my bad, m’lady. Was simply keeping watch to make sure I didn’t have to fight anyone off of you. I will do better my love.” At this point, Eddie had already downed a couple of beers from the keg in the kitchen. Clearly, he was on edge and uncomfortable and was trying to calm himself. “Might be a little tipsy.” He giggled before leaning down to kiss you. His hands resting on your hips as his pushed into you, his tongue was slipping into your mouth and exploring every inch.

The way he was kissing you, you almost worried he was going to try and take you right there but he had at least the sense not to. He pulled away, both of you a little breathless. “Mmf, you’re so hot.” He groaned softly as he reluctantly pulled away, you watched as he had to adjust himself to be more comfortable and not as obvious. You giggled to yourself, covering your mouth with your hand.

“I have to take a piss, please don’t move sweet girl. I won’t be gone long.” Eddie placed a soft kiss to your temple and then hurried away, cursing under his breath about how the beer was going right through him. You walked over to the keg to refill your cup and go back to your post at the kitchen counter when Jason and his buddies slowly swarmed you.

“There she is! Y/N, are you ready to dump that freak yet and come back to normal society?” Jason goaded, bumping his elbow into his buddy Trevor who stepped up to you. You groaned internally, wishing Eddie would hurry up.

“Yeah, and give a real man a chance?” He put his arm on top of the refrigerator and leaned in close to you. The smell of beer and cheap whiskey on his breath, you leaned away from him, chuckling uncomfortably. “You do look sexy as hell tonight, I must say.”

“I’m good, Trevor. Eddie is more than enough of a real man for me.” Rolling your eyes and taking another sip of beer. Suddenly, Eddie steps in between the two of you, a little out of breath. Clearly he was in a hurry to get back to you, for this is what he feared would happen if he left you unattended. Eddie leaned his hand against the counter once more, completely closing Trevor off from you.

“Sorry, toots. I know you missed me. I tried to hurry, some idiot that can’t handle their alcohol was taking forever.” Eddie said it smugly, completely ignoring the crowd of jocks.

This angered Trevor as he poked Eddie hard in the shoulder. “Hey man, I was having a conversation with her.”

Eddie silently mouthed the words “I told you this was going to happen” before he turned his head to look over his shoulder and coldly responded. “I don’t care, my girlfriend is busy.”

He turned back his attention to you, shaking his head with a grin. Stifling a giggle as Trevor doubled down, grabbing Eddie’s shoulder roughly to turn him around. “I said I was talking to her, freak. Maybe you should leave her to a real man.”

Eddie clenched his jaw, shortly contemplating how he was going to react. But with the alcohol inhibiting his decision making skills, he shoved Trevor back, which caused his buddies to grab him and pull him away from you. Quickly you go to stand in front of him, putting your foot down. “Hey now, you guys need to leave us alone. Trevor I don’t want your small dick anyway. Trust me, buddy. The girls talk in the bathroom, they were never impressed.”

Grabbing Eddie’s arm, you dragged him out of there as the jocks began making fun of their buddy. Eddie was cackling drunkenly, and when the two of you got outside, the cool spring air smacked him in the face. “You know what, I forgot to punch him.” He turns on the heels of his feet and tries to re-enter the party.

Grabbing his elbow, you turn him back around. “Easy there, killer. As much as I would love to watch you clobber him, you’re outnumbered.” Eddie scoffs and waves you away.

“I could take ‘em. They all think they can have you? Pfft. I need to show ‘em who you belong to.” His rage was still boiling inside, it was evident. “I told you I was gonna have to fight ‘em off.”

He pulls you into him, his hands sliding down your sides and over the curves of your ass, gripping each cheek tightly. Groaning in sexual frustration against the column of your throat at the feeling of how plump your ass was. “Fuck, Y/N. It can’t wait.”

Eddie easily throws you over his shoulder, his hand making sure to cover your ass from showing off any goods that might be peeking out to anyone who may be watching. Precarioulsy, he threw open the back doors to his van before carefully setting you on the makeshift bed he has back there for instances such as this.

You absolutely loved when Eddie would get so jealous. You purposely dressed ways that was both hot for him, and for other guys so that they would hit on you. Not because you wanted their attention, but because you craved how wild he would be with you just to prove a point.

Eddie closed the doors to his van, the only light leaking in was from the moonlight shining through the front windows. You watched as Eddie quickly undoes his handcuff belt, pulling his already hard dick out, groaning in relief from springing out of his tight jeans. You could see his massive length barely in the dim light, it made your mouth water.

“Daddy told you what was going to happen, perhaps I should teach you a lesson, babydoll. Hm?” He stroked his long member for a moment before flipping you onto your hands and knees. He hiked your short skirt up to your hips, his hands roamed over your ass and he was pleasantly surprised to find you weren’t wearing panties. “Mmf, what a naughty little princess. That better have been for me.” His hand landed a hard blow against the plump skin, eliciting a moan from you. The sting from his rings radiating to your core, causing your arousal to begin dribbling out of your already slickened folds. Eddie’s other hand roughly slid up and down them with his calloused finger through the mesh tights. Another groan, he loved how you responded to him. It pleased him to know just how much you wanted him.

Another hard smack against your tender cheek, causing you to grip the blanket he had on the van floor and trying to stifle your moan. “Don’t ignore your Daddy when he speaks to you.”

Whimpering softly, you muster out a response. “Y-yes, Daddy. All for you..”

Without warning, Eddie quickly rips a hole in your fishnet stockings to give him access to you. A pair of them never lasted long around him. You can feel his hard tip, already leaking pre-cum, rub against your slick folds. Another hard smack to your rear, it felt like fire was dancing along your skin. “Now, I’m gonna fuck you, show everyone here who you belong to. Make sure you make those pretty noises loud enough for them to hear. Let ‘em know who your Daddy is. Okay, princess?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy.” And just as the ending of the last word leaves your lips, he’s sliding his length all the way into you. The two of you moaning as his hips begin to slap against your ass as his rhythm picks up speed. His fingerprints were etching into your hips as his grip was so tight to leverage himself. Over and over, he slammed into you. Pummeling his hard cock against that spongy spot, you were feeling light headed, your brain fogged in pleasure. Your knuckles were turning white at the grip you had on the blanket on the floor. The only thing that could be heard was both of your loud moans, the wet squelching from your arousal, your skin slapping together, and the creaking of the old metal as the van rocked from Eddie’s pace.

“Who’s your Daddy, princess? Hmm? Mmf, who does this pussy belong to?” Another hard smack to your ass when you don’t respond fast enough.

The delicious pain mixing with pleasure, causes you to cry out in response. You could feel the metaphorical cord in your core tightening, threatening to snap any moment. “Y-you are, Eddie. Mmf, yes Daddy! It’s your pussy, fuck!” Eddie thrusted his hips faster, rotating slightly to hit a little deeper, your make up is running down your face. Tears stinging your eyes from how intense the pleasure was that you were feeling.

“Y-You want my cum, princess? Want me to fill you up? SAY IT.” His voice boomed, his thrusts were frenzied. Your cord was beginning to snap, you cried out in pleasure.

“Y-YES, DADDY! Fuck, I’m cumming!” Your body tenses up and shudders as you come undone, soaking Eddie and the blanket below you. Eddie groans loudly as you clench him tightly, you feel him pulse inside of you as he fills you to the brim with his seed. His thrusts slow to a stop, he leans forward, pulling you upwards by your throat so he can kiss you. His cock is still throbbing while connected to you, the both of you are so out of breath.

“That’s right, princess. Such a good girl for me. And only me, right?” He slowly pulled out of you, his dick growing soft as he stuffed it back into his jeans.

You sit up on your knees and turn to him, a sex dazed grin on your face. “Only for you, Eddie. Only for you.”

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[glasvera]

Dungeons & DANG, Girl!

Eddie Munson x Fem!Goth!Reader

Description: You're visiting home from college and are having your best friend, Eddie, run a one-shot using a rather depraved and erotic adventure you came across. You roleplay one too many of your actions and it is having Effects™ on him.

Warnings: Smut (18+, Minors DNI), unprotected sex, oral (f and m receiving), swearing, no spoilers besides characters existing

A/N: Despite writing this as a reader insert I'll admit I very much had my own Stranger Things OC in mind while writing this. I hope she's still relatable enough and you still enjoy this!

Word Count: 5k

It all started as a joke. Seriously. You were coming back to Hawkins to visit the friends that hadn’t escaped it yet, and thought it would be hilarious to show the guys this D&D module someone had written in your group at college. It was something straight out of a prepubescent boy’s wet dream, so you were certain they’d get a kick out of it and you could collectively laugh at the utterly depraved horniness of it all. You’d sent a letter to Eddie Munson with a copy, and he’d already agreed to run it for you all as a one shot before you’d even left. Some people might shy away from such a thing, but you’d been one of the guys from the start and took part in all their weird conversations and rack oglings. Add a couple of beers and weed to the mix, and you were sure it was gonna be a good night.

You took your seat on the airplane, butterflies in your stomach with the anticipation of seeing them all again. You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit your particular excitement of seeing Munson again. Before graduating, you guys were inseparable and were known for getting into all sorts of trouble. You couldn’t get enough of him and his Hellfire club, but things were strictly platonic. I mean, getting involved with your best friend would just be weird, right? Not to mention the potential of absolutely ruining the perfect dynamic you had, the freak and the witch of Hawkins High. An essential part of the school’s ecosystem, truly.

That didn’t stop you from putting on your best fishnet tights, your old Hellfire shirt tucked into a black mini skirt, and the black leather jacket you’d studded and spiked out by hand. Your style had changed quite a bit since going to college and leaving the stifling confines of your parents’ house, and you fully intended to show it off upon your return.

Eddie had agreed to pick you up at the airport and basically be your chauffeur for the week. He stood there, tapping his foot impatiently and crossing his arms as he bit his knuckle. You guys had kept in touch through letters and the like, but it had been a year since he’d last seen you. His eyes scan back and forth across the arrivals area as soon as he knew your plane was landing. He was expecting to find you in your usual jeans and jacket and was keeping an eye out for that particular ensemble, so when you came down the stairs wearing black on black with more makeup than he’d ever seen you in within the past 6 years of knowing you, it’s no surprise he had to do a double-take.

“Eddie!” you exclaim gleefully as you pick up your pace.

“Y/N? Holy shit!!” he laughs as he looks you up and down before pulling you into a hug. “I knew good ol’ mom and dad kept you from dressing up much, but I never imagined you were hiding the daughter of Satan in there.”

You punch his arm playfully and he pretends to fall back, injured as you giggle. “Don’t worry, it’s still me under all this leather and lace.”

His gaze lingers for a moment on your choice of shirt and he smiles at you. “Alright, come on, Y/N. Hawkins welcomes the return of its witch queen,” he quips dramatically with a broad sweep of his hands and a wink. “And your chariot awaits!”

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Your friends were all pretty surprised by your new look, but none of them stared at you quite like Eddie did over the course of the day. Unbeknownst to you, he was taking full advantage of letting you walk in front of him as you stopped by all of your old haunting grounds. The way your skirt would ride up a bit as you strolled along was doing things to him that he’d normally rather not think about in regards to his best friend.

But I mean, damn. You were basically the best friend version of his dream girl before, and now? You looked like something straight out of a pin up. It wasn’t that he never found you attractive before, but it felt like he was finally seeing all of you, the real you, that wasn’t hidden behind grade school bullshit and societal expectations.

You’d all returned to his trailer late that night, beers in hand and character sheets laid out as you prepared for your ridiculously raunchy adventure. You were on a quest to retrieve the royal sex toys for a rather depraved black market fence.

“So, Phoebe Phatazz,” Eddie pauses with a snort after emphasizing your character’s name, unable to keep a straight face. “The guards have spotted you stealing the queen’s precious studded dildo. What do you do?”

Tension builds around the table as you scramble to react. “Shit, shit! Well I can’t fight them, my strength sucks-”

“Better hurry, Phoebe…” he teases as he leans towards you dramatically. “They’re getting closer…”

You’re not sure why, but your eyes dart around the room for an idea. Your gaze stops at your beer bottle on the table, contents mostly emptied. “Fuck it.” You grab the bottle, both hands wrapping around the bottom. “I take the dildo in both hands, stare directly at the guards,” you emphasize with a pointed look at Eddie, “and I…” you leave the sentence unfinished as you tilt the bottle back, tongue lapping languidly up the neck and swirling around the mouth as a few drops dribble out onto your chin before you wrap your lips around the bottle fully. You see your dungeon master’s Adam’s apple bob up and down as he gulps, eyes locked onto your lips and tongue.

You take the bottle out of your mouth with a pop and place it back down with a solid thud that makes Eddie jump. “While I do that, I’m gonna try to signal to the rest of the party to get the fuck out of there.” The other guys are laughing at the absurdity of it all; this was exactly the sort of thing you had intended to do and laugh at tonight, but Eddie remains still as if he was still processing what you’d just done. “Well, Munson?” you say with a smirk as you rest your chin in your hand, “does it work? Can I roll for it?”

“Oh it looks like it worked alright,” Gareth laughs. Eddie’s head snaps towards him with a squint of his eyes before regaining his composure and looking back at you, inhaling sharply. 

“You’d better make a damn good charisma roll, Y/L/N,” he warns with a raise of his eyebrows and tilt of his head.

You give him a cheeky grin and grab the d20. “Pass me another beer for good luck?” you ask Jeff and he nods, popping the cap off and passing it to you. You take a swig and give Eddie a wink before juggling the die in the palm of your hand and tossing it down onto the table.

“Ooh… a 14? Hmm… not sure if that’s gonna be enough, sweetheart,” he sighs with a shake of his head. The table erupts into a cacophony of groans and calls of “oh come on!!” Eddie chuckles and puts his hands up. “Alright, alright! In the spirit of this ‘adventure’,” he emphasizes with air quotes, “the guards show interest, and the rest of the party will be able to escape,” the guys at the table all sighed in relief, “but that doesn’t stop them from wanting to apprehend a criminal. One of them approaches you, sword in hand, and stares at you lecherously.” Oh boy, you did not have to imagine that part. As much as he tried to hide it, the lust in his eyes was apparent. “‘Halt, sinner and defiler!’ His voice booms and echoes off of the castle hallway’s stone walls. ‘Thou stealeth the majesty’s most valued possession! Thou shalt pay for thy crimes!’” he pauses for a second, looking to you for a response.

Your smile turns impish as you grab your empty prop bottle. You push off of your seat and land on your knees right in front of him as you look up at him through long lashes. “I kneel down in front of my oh-so strong and capable captors,” you coo as you punctuate each syllable with a tilt of your head back and forth, “and I hide the dildo behind my back,” you explain as you hold the bottle at the small of your back, “and ask them, ‘surely there’s another way we can figure this out?’”

Eddie’s eyes go dark at you kneeled in front of him. There was definitely a certain tension building between you that neither of you had expected at the start of the night. He coughs, clearing his throat as he glances across the table at the rest of the group. They’re all giving him knowing looks and chuckling at his disheveled state. “Come on, Munson! What are you going to do with her?” The direct insinuation of the two of you did not go over his head and he glares at Gareth who just throws his head back and starts laughing harder.

His nostrils flare as he directs his attention back to you. “Alright, Phatazz, what’s your plan here?” he gestures to the bottle she’s holding, “What are you trying to do with that?”

“Would a rather loud, messy face-fuck make enough noise for me to roll the dildo back to the rest of the party?” you ask him, rather nonchalantly, much to the amusement and boisterous laughter of everyone at the table. Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out another exasperated sigh both out of the absurdity of your request as well as the effect your rather vulgar language was having on him. He opens his eyes and looks down at you, giving you a “really?” look as he snickers at you. You return his look with a sideways cock of your head and the most innocent smile you could muster.

“Just roll dexterity, you fucking degenerate,” he finally says as the laughter continues.

You pop back up on your feet in an instant and grab the d20 again, planting a kiss on it before shaking it theatrically in your hands like a cheerleader would their pom poms on either side of your head. You’re not sure what’s gotten into you at this point, maybe it’s the beer or the weed helping you let loose, but you make sure to stand right next to Eddie as you bend over to throw it down on the table, jutting your ass out in your tight miniskirt. You can practically feel the way his eyes trace the bend of your back and the curve of your ass, and you’re almost too distracted by whatever the fuck this was to hear the cheers of your friends.

“NATURAL 20!!!!” they all exclaim, throwing their fists in the air and high-fiving each other. Munson snaps out of his daze to look down at the table and, lo and behold, a perfect 2-0 stood proudly upright where you’d tossed it onto the map he’d prepared. He was back in dungeon master mode in an instant as he threaded his fingers through his hair and grabbed the sides of his head, mouth agape as he leaned back on the couch. 

He throws his hands up in mock defeat and shakes his head. “You give the best head you’ve ever given in your life, and the guard is so into it he doesn’t notice the sparkle of the jewels in the moonlight as you roll your ever-so-valuable plunder back towards the rest of the party. I can’t believe that fucking worked,” he laughed.

The rest of the session went smoothly, aside from you remaining “distracted as a distraction” to ensure everyone else’s success, and you were all packing up your binders as you made jokes about what had happened and engaged in more jovial banter. You waved them all goodbye as they headed home, helping Eddie clean up the scattered cans and wrappers around the trailer.

You both were tidying up in relative silence, the tension between you building now that there was nothing and nobody else to distract you. Your hand brushed against his several times as you picked up, and the sparks you felt every time had your cheeks turning warm and pink. You steal glances at him here and there, admiring his arms and the way his fingers moved when he went to pick up a couple miniatures. You want to say you don’t know what’s gotten into you, but when you think of the history you share and now, with both of you being grown up and you recognizing just how damn hot he is…

“Y/L/N? Earth to Y/L/N?” He waves his hand in your face to pull you out of the stupor you didn’t realize you’d fallen into. You blink at him as you refocus and shake your head to clear your thoughts. “I said, I think we got everything. Thanks for the help,” he says as he plops back down on the couch and sinks into the cushions, throwing his hands behind his head. “You were right; that was a lot of really dumb, horny fun,” he admitted with a wide grin. He pats the spot next to him and you sit down, folding your knees up and leaning close to him. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder, he pulls you towards him as you rest your head against his chest. This is far from the first time you two had cuddled like this, but there was an uncertain stiffness to it this time.

A quiet moment passes before Eddie clears his throat. “I, uh, I missed you, Y/L/N. It’s good to see you again,” he admits, his thumb brushing your shoulder affectionately.

“You too, Munson. I can’t stand this place, but nowhere feels right without you.” You freeze as you realize how he might take that. “That is- I mean, you and I… we uh,” you scramble to regain your composure as your face lights up crimson and you silently plead with the earth to open up and swallow you right then and there. You pull away from him and shut your eyes as he leans back and studies your face, a coy smile returning to his features. He brushes a strand of hair out of your face and cups your cheek in his hand, his many rings providing a cold, stark contrast to your red complexion. You open your eyes to see his face very close to yours, gaze fixed on your lips before tracing them with his thumb. You shivered slightly and sighed.

“I know you did all that teasing on purpose, Y/N…” he chides you with a deep chuckle. “And if we’re gonna be candid here, I’ve had a very hard time keeping my eyes off of you since you landed at the airport.” He reaches his other hand up, carding his fingers through your hair as he inches closer to you.

You bit your bottom lip and decided to shoot your shot. “Well, Eds,” you began, placing a hand on his thigh and spreading your fingers across the rough, black denim. He raises an eyebrow and looks at your hand before turning his head back to you. “In the spirit of this ‘adventure’, I think it’s only fair that we roleplay what happens to Phoebe. I think she deserves her happy ending, you know?” Eddie’s throat suddenly felt very dry as his deep brown eyes bored into your own. You throw your leg across his lap, straddling him as you place your hands on his chest. His hands fly to your hips, gripping them possessively as he inhales deeply.

“Are we really doing this?” he asks you as he toys with the hem of your skirt and traces your fishnets.

You laugh as you look down at him, stroking his face gently with the back of your hand. He turns his head briefly to kiss it, and your gaze softens. “I’m thinking we should have done this a lot sooner,” you admit.

The way his face lights up is a mental image you’ll treasure for a long time, and as you lean down to kiss him, you can’t help but sigh contentedly as he grabs the back of your head and devours your lips with his own like a man starved. You brace yourself on his chest with one hand and run the other through his glorious brown curls as you grind yourself down against him, earning a rumble from deep in his chest. His tongue swipes across your lips and you part them, tasting the cheap beer and weed and him as you tilt your head and deepen the kiss. He grabs your ass, earning a squeak from you that he can’t help but smile at as he breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours, simply reveling in the feeling of you pressing down against him through the thin fabric of your panties. Your miniskirt was doing nothing to cover you as it had stretched up and around your waist when you straddled him, so he took full advantage to grope at the plush of your thighs and ass through your tights. You shuck your jacket off, letting it fall to the floor before Eddie untucked your shirt and helped you lift it over and off your head. He stops and stares at you, temporarily speechless.

“Fuck me, Y/N. You sure you’re not actually a witch? You’ve got me under some sort of spell alright,” he breathes, admiring you with a voice barely above a whisper. 

You giggle as his fingers ghost up your ribs before his hands come up to cup your breasts through your bra, sighing as he molds them like putty in his hands while kissing down from your neck to your chest. He places sloppy kisses along the edge of your bra, tracing his tongue just underneath the fabric and earning him a gasp from your pouty lips. “I-I thought we were supposed to be finishing Phoebe’s story here,” you teased halfheartedly.

“Mmm…” He shoves his face in the valley of your breasts while reaching around to undo the clasp of your bra. “I think I’m much more interested in Y/N’s story tonight.” With the soft whisper of fabric hitting the floor, his hands return to the newly exposed skin of your tits while claiming your lips with his. He rolls your nipples between his dexterous fingers as you moan into his mouth. Your hands travel along his arms and grip them tightly, relishing in the feeling of his biceps flexing beneath his shirt as he works his magic on you. But he was far too dressed for your liking.

“Shirt… hah… off… now…” you struggle to get out the words between kisses before he nods and leans back enough to let you pull his shirt off, only breaking the kiss to fully remove it and toss it on the couch. Your hands wasted no time exploring, running your nails down his chest and tracing his tattoos as he growled.

“As much as I’d love to take you right here, right now, perhaps a bed would be more befitting of my witch queen?” he chuckles.

You nod with a smile, absolutely love-drunk, “Bed sounds good.” As you stood up, taking his hands in your own, you couldn’t help but quip, “we can always do it again on the couch later.”

“You absolute minx,” he laughs as he kisses you again and again, slowly leading you back to his bedroom between makeout sessions. As soon as you get past the door he kicks it shut and flips you around, pressing you against it as he holds your wrists above your head in one hand and hikes one of your legs up with the other. He shoves his thigh between your legs and you moan, trying desperately to grind yourself down against it as he presses his body against you and attacks your neck, sucking and biting on a spot beneath your ear that makes you keen and your knees buckle. “So needy…” he teases and you can feel his damnable smirk against your skin.

“Eddie, please…” you whine, struggling against his hold in search of more friction.

He releases your wrists and you wrap your arms around his neck as he lifts both of your legs around him and carries you to the bed. He cradles your head as he lowers you down onto the mattress, his eyes staring into yours with such longing it makes your heart swell. He hovers over you for a moment like that, brushing your cheek with the pad of his thumb with the softest smile on his face you’ve ever seen. He laughs suddenly and it startles you.

“Sorry, sorry. I… I was just thinking about how stupid we both are,” he said with a shake of his head.

You quirk an eyebrow at him. “Speak for yourself, Munson. I’m in college,” you tease, and he scoffs at you and puts his hand on his chest as if you’d physically wounded him.

“Low blow, L/N!” he retorts and you laugh. “But seriously. This,” he gestures between the two of you, “has always been there, hasn’t it?” he asks, searching your face for the answer before you even speak up.

You blush at him and turn your head to the side, covering your face with your hands. “I was always afraid to ruin our friendship. You were,” you stop and correct yourself, “you are the most important person in my life. If I confessed to you and you didn’t feel the same way…” you trail off before Eddie pulls your hands away and grabs your chin, bringing you to face him.

“Do you have any idea how many times I tried to flirt with you? How many times I toyed with the idea of asking you out?” he asks you in an exasperated tone. 

You giggle up at him while he stares down with the biggest smile. “Oh my god, we are stupid.”

“Right?” he laughs as he rests on his elbows and holds your face between his hands. “I could have had you like this, this whole time. Loved you the way you deserved,” he finished, a tinge of pink now darkening his own features.

You reach up, brushing your fingers through his hair. “No time like the present?”

“Yeah, I think we can work with that,” he replies, leaning down to kiss you again.

You surprise him when you flip him over, reversing your positions so you straddled him once more. After looking up at you dressed in nothing but a skirt and fishnets, however, he accepts his fate and simply places his hands behind his head. You bend over, kissing his chest and traveling slowly lower while your fingers toy with his belt. You pause in your ministrations to look up into his hooded eyes. “For the record, I love you too, freak,” you smile with a wink.

He snarls playfully at you, “Oh, I’ll show you freak, my little witch.” Any further retort dies in his throat as you peel his tight jeans and underwear down, freeing his cock as you immediately run your tongue up and down the shaft. Repeating the motions you’d performed on the bottle earlier that night, you swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip while stroking your hands up and down. His eyes roll back into his head. “Fuck yes… I was right. Only the daughter of Satan could give head like this.” You swat at his thigh and he chuckles at his own joke before you take more of him in your mouth. He moans low and pushes your hair out of your face to better watch you work. Your cheeks hollow out as you suck him in deeper, whimpering at the feeling of his hand in your hair. He feels himself getting close far too quickly and sits up, pulling you off with a wet pop before bringing you back up to his face to crash his lips into yours. “Stand up for me, doll.”

You slide off the edge of the bed, confused but curious, before Eddie yanks your skirt, tights, and panties down and kneels in front of you in one fluid motion. Your clothing pooled at your ankles, you gasp as he dives between your legs and licks his tongue in a fat stripe up the length of your cunt. Your hands fly to his head as your legs tremble and he laps at your folds. He flicks at your clit and you moan the cutest moan he thinks he’s ever heard, and he can’t help the grin on his face. One of the hands that was gripping your hips snakes around before he parts your folds and inserts a finger into your now dripping pussy, focusing his tongue on making small circles around your clit as your mouth falls open into a permanent “o”. He curls his finger and you see stars, and you’re pretty sure you would have fallen over if not for him supporting you.

“Eddie! Fuck yes, right there!” you encourage him as you feel a knot building at the pit of your stomach. He adds a second finger and picks up his pace, and the moans are spilling out of your mouth as you shout his praise.

“Go on, cum for me,” he groans into your folds and the order as well as the vibrations send you over the edge, vocally alerting the entire trailer park to your activities. Eddie sits back and admires his handiwork, slowly pumping his fingers as you come down from your high. He pulls them out as he proceeds to clean them off with his tongue, holding eye contact with you the whole time. You didn’t think he could get any hotter, but you were practically dripping again already.

“I need you inside me, right now,” you demand as you flop onto the bed and pull him on top of you.

“As my witch queen commands!” he teases as he lines himself up with your entrance. He slowly sinks his length into you, watching your expression as you stretch to accommodate him. “Fuck me, you’re beautiful,” he whispers in awe as your eyes meet his. You wrap your legs around him and pull him the rest of the way in and he shudders, relishing in the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him. He slowly pumps into you, bending over to kiss whatever exposed skin he can reach. Your back arches up at a particularly deep thrust and he captures one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and nipping at it as you cursed and held his head in place. His thrusts quicken and he leans back, lifting your hips slightly. At this new angle you become a writhing mess, the sounds coming from your mouth reduced to nothing but expletives and his name. The bed creaks beneath the strain of your activities as your moans get louder and louder, drawing closer to your second orgasm. Feeling the flutter of your walls clamping around his cock, Eddie splays his palm across your stomach as he uses his thumb to circle your clit. You cry out, nails digging into the muscle of his arms. “You feel so good, baby. You’re doing so well for me.”

You keen at his praise and reach your arms up to his neck, pulling him down to kiss him feverishly as he growls into your mouth and moans low and deep. Your hands hold his head in place as he shoves his tongue into your mouth and pistons in and out of you even faster, his breath faltering as he chases his release. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, continuing to thumb your clit as you practically scream into the kiss, tossing your head back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You feel your second orgasm quickly approaching as he attacks your neck, marking it for all the world to see. His breath, hot on your neck, does you in as he whispers sweet nothings and encouragement into your ear, and you cry out his name as his thrusts grow even more erratic before he spills into you, panting and groaning out your name. He stills, realizing what he’s just done, and you chuckle. “Don’t worry about it, I’m on the pill.”

He breathes a sigh of relief and looks down at you, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead and abs. “Fuck, Y/N,” he laughs, “I hope you know we’re doing this again and again before you go back home.” He peppers kisses all over your face and you giggle as he pulls away and smiles softly.

“I’ll hold you to that, Munson,” you punctuate with a tap of your finger on the tip of his nose. He scrunches it up and gives you a toothy grin before sliding out of you and rolling off to lie next to you, still slightly out of breath. You lace your fingers through his and turn to face him, watching the way his chest rises and falls with his breathing before curling up to him, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

“I fucking love you, Y/N,” he proclaims as he wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer. “Fuck, it feels good to say that,” he sighs as he kisses your forehead.

You can’t help but smile at the emotion behind his voice. “I love you too, Eds.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things season 4 #fanfic #fanfiction #stranger things smut #glasvera writes #glasvera ridiculously pines over fictional character no 345

[shelbgrey]

Hi! Do you write for the squinterns from bones if yes could you write one for any of them where y/n is hodgins' daughter/sister and is goth and into conspiracies if you don't feel comfortable or just don't want to feel free to ignore this

Being Hodgins' sister and being a goth Squintern

Paring: Goth!Reader x Squinterns

Summary: headcanons about two Squinterns being in love and one loves conspiracies.

A/n: sorry that it's short or I got a few things wrong.

MasterList

So, the Squinterns are like one big disfunctional family that can't live without each other.

It's established from the start your goth, but I think that your personality would conderdict that. Meaning your very bubbly and and smiley.

Everyone is always fascinated by your look, your fishnets, leather, dark makeup, and many piercings always draw people towrds you rather you want it or not.

“did it hurt?” Vincent asked, referring to your nose piercing. “only for a sec, what you talking about getting one?”

Your looks might also have outsiders questioning or logic or capabilities. If someone talks down towrds you the Squinterns and your brother will always have your back.

Even Dr. Brennan has told off a few people.

Your bright and loving personality would confuse Colin Fisher for a moment and he'd ask a bunch of questions beacuse on the outside you look like someone he'd hang out with, but once he got to know you, you guys became quite close.

“what kinda Goths have you hung around? All the ones I've met are literally the best people ever” you respond to his confusion.

Fisher appreciated that you saw him more than just a weird and gloomy guy, you would talk about movies and make him laugh with your harmless conspiracy theories.

You guys soon became best friends through mutual interests and understanding of each others worth and true colors.

Which leads him into falling for you, he doesn't know how to handle theses feeling nor dose he want to destroy the most important relationship he has.

Your Favorite person to work with his Wendell, nothing like a good ol golden retriever and black cat relationship. Your not really a 'black cat', but people might give you that label when they see your outsides.

Wendell loves you, in a brotherly way of course. You, him, and your brother Jack become this amazing trio. If Wendell isn't with Jack he's with you.

There has been many times Wendell has helped pick out hair Dye and other ecesories with you.

“was thinking black and blue for my hair, what do you think?”

“like a dip and faid thing or whole head?” he asked.

You were there to comfort and support him throughout the time he was fight cancer. “I'll shave my head with you”

“no, you love your hair” he quickly said. “okay... I'll just die it the cancer awareness colors and shave just the side” you smile.

You would grow a small crush on Arastoo Vaziri, but with his belief system you were scared to tell him how you feel.

He of course didn't care, he fell in love with your compassion and personality. The way you looked didn't bother him, he thought you were beautiful and he didn't care what his family thought either.

You guys would date for a little while to the dismay of Fisher. He would put his feelings aside though, and continued to be your best friend no matter how much it hurt.

You would think Finn Abernathy is literally the cutest person alive, you love hearing his southern drawl and his little sayings.

He thinks your dark and mysterious at first, but when you heard you and Wendell having a debate on which Disney princess was the best he knew there was more too you.

Which made him want to talk to you more and get to know you.

He loves hearing your conspiracy theories no matter how much some of them might freak him out.

You and Daisy don't get along, plane and simple. Your a sweet person, but her hyper and 'look at me' attitude rubed you the wrong way.

You also didn't like how she would stare at you like you were from another planet. “take a picture, it'll last longer”

The other jeffersonian residents have never really heard you talk like at. They didn't like the way daisy treated you and jack had a proud big brother moment.

She also didn't like how close you and Lance got. “hey Sweetheart” you would say to him, the nickname was in a Platonic way and you used that because of his last name.

Daisy didn't get that. “don't call him that”

“it's better than Lancealot, and last time I checked he's not your boyfriend anymore”

You and Clark Edison don't talk much, you find each other weird but you have high respect for each other.

You read his book and didn't really like how he worded things, it was obvious he was a new writer. He suprisenly thought of you as a friend so you never told him the full truth about the book.

You love hearing Vincent Nigel-Murray's facts and most of the time you have a conspiracy theory to bounce off of it, there has been many time you both had a playful back a forth that intertaned the whole lab.

When he died it crushed you, he was a true friend and a total sweetheart in your eyes. You can't listen to the song 'lime in the coconut' without crying now.

Losing him made you relize how precious a life is, you'd think your line of work would do that, but no. After Vincent died you made sure to always check up on Fisher and ask how his mental health was, or you'll make a joke to make Finn laugh. You'd make sure to give Wendell a hug everyday and make sure to tell Arastoo you love him everyday.

You just want the Squinterns to know how much they mean to you.

Wendell said your the heart and soul of the group of squints, you keep everyone together. It'll warm your hear when he said that, but then you'd bring up a stimulation conspiracy theory. Wendell would just laugh while Finn would back up his statement.

They love every part of you.

#Squinterns #Squinterns x reader #Goth!reader #Bones #Jack Hodgins x sister!reader #Jeffersonian #Temperance Brennan #Jack Hodgins imagines #Arastoo Vaziri #Colins fisher #Wendell Bray #Vincent Nigel-Murray #Finn Abernathy

[beyond-the-lewdiverse]

Halloween dares~!

Well with Halloween coming up I'll be doing a two nights of lewd fun on the actual day (31st) and the Saturday before it (28th)! Though I'll be working the 28th I can almost certainly get up to lewd fun on the night after I finish and as for hallow's eve itself, wellllll I'll be going out at 9pm so that nobody inappropriate sees me on my lewd adventures~!! All suggestions/dares will be put on this post~!

Also just for that extra lil bit of info my costume is goth Tinkerbell (profile pic) which is gonna be: hair in a bun, heavy eyeliner + eyeshadow, black lipstick, a rich wine red dress cut just below my buttcheeks, fishnet gloves and fishnet thigh highs along with a pair of black Vans (trust me I'd wear heels butttt for the sake of my dares and my own sanity sneakers are the way to go) - underneath I'm planning on wearing a pastie over my pussy (on a dare - I'll probably use black tape since it's all I can get on short notice) along with a pair of lacy black panties (specifically a good ol' thong for all you pervs who'll wanna know~)

Go out with nipple clamps - So the clamps I have aren't super subtle and honestly not a fan of the idea of losing them sooo gonna use a couple of small clothing pegs I have that will definitely be coming off some point in the night~

Go around with a toy blasting at random - Yessss absolutely~!! Planning on having a vibe in me anyways soooo~

Go without panties and a bra - Well with the dare below in mind I'm gonna have a pair of panties sooo~

If you wear panties then take them off during the night either in front of others or alone and give them to a lucky guy - I was definitely planning on "losing" them at some point but to give them away, yesss~!!

Flash your pussy or ass at random people driving by - Already planning on flashing and tbh I usually end up showing off to Uber drivers on my way home but I'm definitely gonna flash a couple other drivers too~

Flirt hard with a guy and then blue ball him as you leave for another man or girl - Mmm what a delicious lil dare and something I always love doing, so much so just reading it has already given me an idea of just what I'm gonna do~

Going out with a buttplug in your ass and if covering pussy wearing a pastie - Mmmm okay~! The plug was already planned but using a pastie is a fun idea~

Walk around after getting creampied in that outfit with the cum leaking down your legs - Mmmm now now you're gonna make me feel like a lil slut if you keep up with dares like these~

Walk around with cum on your cleavage - I absolutely adore this lil dare and have plenty of ideas how I'm gonna do it~

Go trick or treating, the trick is you flash your pussy, the treat is you flash them big beautiful sweater puppies - I can't lie here, dares like this get me alllll hot and bothered, I adore the creativity most of all~

#dare tracker #Halloween

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

I love 3H and Byleth, and I prefer playing through as F!Byleth (because Hanneman romance... 👀), but come on did they have to make her look like that? I mean I love good ol' goth-y fishnets a LOT but why does she look so different to M!Byleth...

Anyway I love both of their designs (despite the obvious sexism in her one) and it would be fine if he had her outfit or if she had his, because equality, but like just the woman in the thigh-high boots, fishnets, and hot-pants feels like its A) missing out on an opportunity to have a guy in fishnets and hot-pants, and B) sexist against the woman because she's more sexualised than him.

I'm glad they fixed that in Engage (tie to separate bosoms on her and a giant X over the manhood for him) and relatively normal aside from that

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#byleth eisner #f!byleth #fe #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fe16 #fe 3 houses #design takes

[luminous-letters]

Can I request first year reaction to the reader getting themselves a paper of leggings for off school hours and the boys realize that the uniform hides their body

Which the only plausible reaction is now they all need leggings to know who has the best ass once and for all

anonnn i assume that 'paper' meant 'pair' right? 😭

Leggings? He's tempted to slap your ass once you got out.

He's also tempted on how it would look on him.

"I am so going to have the best ass."

He did not, in fact, have the best ass.

He's pretty salty about it too.

He's going to team up with Azul to steal all the cakes in NRC.

'Ass as flat as a card.'

Fuck you Epel.

You looked good in them, he would admit.

He was coerced by Ace, as usual, to get himself a pair.

"I'll at least have a better one than Ace."

He did, in fact, have a better ass than Ace.

All that track and field really improved his quads and his glutes.

3rd place.

Some of his peers wouldn't take him seriously with that on, Ace included.

It wasn't until he brought out his trusty bat that they shut up.

Good 'ol Jocelyn.

Oh boy.

OH BOY.

Your ass was fine, he thought.

He wondered if his was as good as you make it out to be.

Unfortunately (fortunately), the shop was out of regular ones.

So he had to get the fishnet ones.

With a bunny suit to pair.

And boy did it look good on him.

He's got the best ass out of all of them, the judges concluded.

And the board was made up of you, Riddle and Vil.

"You need some leggings for an ass-off competition with your friends?" Vil asked him.

"Does that mean you won't let me go?" Epel was secretly hoping that Vil wouldn't let him.

No way in hell is he wearing those.

"Of course I'll let you go. And I picked a pair that suits you too."

It was a pair of deep purple leggings with floral patters sewn into it.

Fuck his life.

"I'm judging too, so make sure to do well."

WHAT.

Ending? Second to the last of the asses.

At least not as bad as card ass Trappola.

He's going to make sure he's going to come out on top! For the pride of Diasomnia.

Cue Silver trying to talk him out of this and ultimately failing.

And cue Lilia grabbing a pair, exactly Sebek's size if one may add.

Bright green with a lightning bolt, it looked like a death metal album cover.

Silver had to question his father for the highly personalized leggings later.

"I'm going to win first place for sure!"

He didn't.

Second place. Eh, it was decent enough for him.

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst headcnaons #crack #twst crack #gender neutral reader #jack howl #sebek zigvolt #deuce spade #ace trappola #epel felmier #answered ask

[greatbigbellies]

Favorite outfit for someone with a big ol preggo belly? Maybe one with the belly covered and one bare.

I'll do you one better, I'll give you a gradient from covered to bare!

For fully covered, there's nothing cuter than a big dozy sweater. I'm picturing something that was a sea of soft, warm fabric before the wearer was pregnant, but now at full term barely fits. It still covers the tummy completely, but it's stretched, creating this slope from the neck, over the chest, and rounding inward across the bottom hemisphere. Bonus points if you can still see the outie through the thicker fabric, and BONUS bonus points if the wearer hovers their sweater clad bump under a mistletoe, so you have to kiss the tummy.

For peeking belly, it's really sexy when you see someone wearing a maternity graphic tee (the walmart/fast fashion "oh baby", "mama vibes", "hello baby", "baby on board" type fare.) that is, despite being made to cover pregnant bellies, too small for their belly. It rides up constantly, exposing a cheeky sliver of pregnant tummy between the shirt hem and pants waistline. Bonus points again awarded if the pants don't button properly.

For mostly uncovered belly, a high cut shirt or low cut crop top is really delightful. Something that, by design, pregnant or not, is designed to bare the midriff. A pregnant person wearing that is actively choosing to show off that tummy and the confidence is sexy. Maybe it covers some of the top shelf of the tummy, but is clearly supposed to leave a lot exposed. I will once again award bonus points if there are stretchmarks. I fucking love stretchmarks.

For "so uncovered it's basically completely bare but technically there is something there"... fishnets over a pregnant belly are a very rare, very fun treat. It's literally all out to see but something about the extra crisscross pattern and seeing an outie navel poke through the holes is... good shit. Bonus points just for wearing that cause it's so fucking hot.

For fully bare, I've seen some formal dresses that are form fitting, typically kinda mermaid styled, but have selective, intentional empty spaces for skin to show through. Some of these dresses have large circles cut in the front to show the midriff. Some of these dresses end up on someone who is pregnant. Those are special. Anyone wearing a dress like that is going somewhere probably pretty formal, and showing off the bare, pregnant bump, just out, in that setting, in a dress that exemplifies it so much... that's super fucking hot. That confidence is super rare and very attractive. Bonus points if that person is me, because I would kill to rock a fit that fine.

#not bellies #ask #anon #long post

[lzizzz]

What did you think when you left me this way

by Lingering_Bastard

Chapter 1

The cuff of my jumper had started to fray this past hour, though I could not even recall when I first started pulling at it with my fidgeting hand. And my fingers are starting to become numb from the repeated action. Cracked nail polish I should have redone before the party falls away in suit, I liked this jumper. I’m going to burn it later.

The night is a delicate balance of warm air and a cool breeze, that clashes with the energetic music which fills every inch of this house. It’s loud and evasive, I can’t even catch onto the beat. It would be a wasted effort to pay attention anyway, nothing can drown out this mood. I’m painfully aware of that, and as much as I would love to go downstairs and turn it up several notches, just to feel the bass tremor through my bones, I don’t believe there is any louder option. Surely the neighbors are thin on patience, ready to call in a noise complaint.

I know it would be rude to ask, considering the hour is already late, but I don't know who’s house this is. The red tile roof, white painted exterior, and nice timber porch I half stumbled up were not very recognizable. The front yard was impressive, surely I would have remembered being here before. What did I come here to celebrate? I hazily remember picking out a group gift at the mall last Saturday, a day I found too hot and broke out into an embarrassing sweat in the food court. While my friends ate burgers for lunch, I didn’t bother wasting my money on another meal I'd end up scrunching up with regret and trashing; My stomach had been filled with rocks for weeks, growling in hunger but unable to digest. I remember dressing myself up for this evening, glaring at the mirror with uneven make-up and trembling hands. I broke a fishnet and decided against trying on another. The terror of the evening was looming over me, anxiety becoming electricity in my veins. It was painful, and I grabbed the first jumper in my wardrobe for comfort. I should have looked at what I chose, but my mind was wholly focused on my heartbeat, and fighting back the dread festering in my stomach. I left my room as it changed to a dazzling shade of red, the sunset painting my walls for the evening. I car pooled to this address with teenagers I had never met, but they still greeted me with smiles. A comfort in its own.

The decoration was actually quite lovely, I did take note. Not much to do when your phone is dead and social stamina alike. I skipped past the drinks and snacks, which I would have loved to devour if this party had been a few months ago. I lost my carpool group immediately, which was no worry, I'd expected about as much. That was not the turn-off; It was when my first few conversations with these strangers grew boring, both painfully empty and exhausting, I decided that tonight was not for me. I let my body escape to the second floor balcony, a good vantage point to watch the party. The colorful bulb lights, strung between the roof gutters, illuminated the tables, bean bags, and inflatable couch. You had stair access to the backyard beneath, where the lit pool was being currently used by insanely hyper teenagers. My mind was at peace for a while, soaking up the atmosphere, just avoiding life for a moment. In just an hour I observed a whole three games of failed volleyball, a pool noodle army fighting for what looked like a rubber duck, a few belly-flops and 55 cannonballs. Not to mention the couples making out. It actually looked fun, if I had any sort of energy for it. I didn't bring a change of swimwear, unfortunately. The night progressed rapidly, as usual. Beer Pong started and many left the pool to act as an improv cheer team.

I liked this party; Any teenager would. Free food, 'cool' parents that didn't bat an eye at underage drinking, enough people to mingle with. I'd even caught a whiff of smoke, the good ol' green someone is probably making some good cash selling. Yes, a good chaotic and happy party. It was a shame my hands had not stopped shaking, tearing at my cuffs and the railing in front of me. The anxiety keeping me at the edge of my seat, unwilling to move. Oh no, I couldn't leave, not until I'd at least seen a glimpse of him.

He arrived after me, as usual. Late, as usual. And wearing, the usual. Yet he still brought in a crowd with his magnetic energy. And I could appreciate that they gave him a distraction, all the delirious fun he needed. After all, Kevin doesn’t just come to parties for the sake of attendance, he always has a second agenda. In fact, he never even cared where his girlfriend was throughout the night.

I bet he wouldn’t even miss a beat if I started making out with someone. Right. In. Front. Of. Him.

Kevin came in half an hour ago, I only knew because someone downstairs cheered ‘Khatchadourian’. Who else in this entire country has such a ridiculous family name? He didn’t look for me, or ask where I was, or if I came; It’s not something that I could’ve heard, I just know he didn’t. He never does. He stuck to the bottom floor doing god knows what, unknowingly giving me peace on the second floor. Then, just as I had expected, now that beer pong was called, he takes his scheming outside.

I love his eyes, I hate to say it. When I first met him, they were the first thing that caught my attention. He looked as if he knew the secrets to everything. And I mistook something in them for softness, for natural curiosity. Now all I see is a nonchalant stare, the observant sweep of a room, the glint when he spies prey.

We lock eyes tonight for the first time, as I’m leaning over the balcony, still seated on a bar stool. My ankles are crossed and I feel my demeanor to anyone looks bored. I’m just a pretty, bored girl, sitting alone on a party balcony. And when I lock eyes with him, I’m reminded why no one would even dare come my way with mischievous intent.

An involuntary shiver jolts through me, goosebumps hidden by long sleeves, as he carelessly tilts his head upwards, seemingly as though he knew all along where I was situated. It felt similar to a game of hide and seek, but one where the seeker knew all your hiding spots. He doesn’t wave, or smile, or nod. Looking at me with cold eyes was his greeting. He keeps his gaze on me long enough to assert our knowledge of each other, then he casually drops his attention on me, and continues with whatever mind games he was pulling tonight. He frightens people, somewhat. I believe I was overly excited to tell friends at school we were dating. I use to constantly find myself being flirted with, hit on at gatherings and parties. Then Kevin began making his moves on me, and it was as if every man on Earth stopped finding me attractive. I can’t imagine him threatening anyone over me, he’s never shown any possessive traits over me. I’ve come to a conclusion that other people that know Kevin just don’t want to fall out of his favour.

I miss kissing strangers.

While his gaze dropped, I continued to stare at my hearts most wanted possession. A boy that seemly could not love back. I use to see everything though a shade of Rose, fooling myself that every action he did was wonderful. That any words spoken to me were out of love. I adored his smile and his intellect. I use to complete homework or read books as he practiced archery. Then he’d notice me staring at him for too long, my attention transfixed to his beauty, like a marble statue of a Greek god, and he would smirk with the cockiest attitude before pulling me in for a kiss. When he still use to kiss me. Which doesn’t matter. As much as I miss those soft lips or tight embrace, what hurts the most is that he doesn’t even talk to me.

I noticed his ticks too late in the relationship. Too many dates and too many secrets in. The way he didn’t quite treat everyone as human, or on par with him. As if we were participants in his game, or a new sub-par species to be watched. The way he would fake his grades to be average, the way he would collect computer viruses, and I never questioned his clothing sense. It also annoys me that I had never seen him eat in front of me, ever. And how, though almost undetectably and what I thought I had just imagined, resentful he was towards his own little sister.

My mother would call me and Kevin inseparable, and likewise, Eva would openly welcome me into her home whenever I pleased. I should have watched her more than I watched Kevin. She always seemed to have this look on her face when I was with her son. Not that motherly protection, no, nothing about that look was jealousy or protectiveness of Kevin. She was always looking at me, on edge, worried, biting back words. She had the expression of a woman who was letting her puppy play with a precious toy, and I was that toy, and she wanted to pull me away as quickly as possible. I overlooked the strange relationship Kevin and his mother had. Much as I had overlooked Kevin. Skipped right into everything wonderful about him, if there ever were such things.

Our first party together was my first red flag. That one was at a good friend’s house, dear lord, nothing could have gone worse for me that night. The number of people that buzzed into that house, it must have held many gate crashers. She didn’t care. And that night I lost Kevin within the first 20 minutes of entering. At least, back then I would have said lost, compared to the facts I now hold, he knowingly took his chance and slipped away from me. I was left alone to face questions of “Where is your boyfriend?. “Oh, he’s around here somewhere” I laughed, hiding deep down my bitterness, and the cold stab he had given me by leaving me alone. He knew I didn’t like being left without warning.

I worked myself into such a panic that by the end of the night I thought he wanted to break up with me. When we finally reunited, it was well past midnight and I was exhausted. He looked at my teary face and gave me an impossibly hard-to-decipher sigh, probably meant for himself. Kev coolly reassured me he just got ‘caught up’ with some friends. But that was a lie I easily looked through. Though too tired to fight the explanation and just glad he was still with me, I nodded as believably as possible, soothing down my dress and giving him a loving smile. My heart broke at that moment. I never told anyone how I cried myself to sleep, the restless hours having me rethink my whole relationship with Kevin Khatchadourian.

Kevin's attitude from that party continued into our everyday life. He was too busy for me suddenly, and some days I would be over at his house having tea with Eva as a substitute for my loneliness. She was a darling woman, and she spoke to me a lot about travel. The memories she was conjuring up would get her so worked up in her nostalgia, I would wonder sometimes if she would notice if I left. Would she continue monologuing to herself? She told me many places to visit, but many sentences ended along the lines of “take a friend” “It’s a good solo trip.” Somehow her knowledge of Kevin’s loveless nature was reassuring. It was only a shame I was still full of love, being the idiot I am, I could not stop falling for any date invites (many he stood up), or casual hangouts (which was always just me sitting alone as he either paid more attention to his friends or wholeheartedly practiced archery). And of course, I had to learn my lessons more than once, as I kept ‘taking’ him to parties.

It was 11:30pm, which was probably an early time to finish, when I walked around the house with a drunken buzz, asking the remaining guests if they had seen my boyfriend. In fact, one did. They said he left over an hour ago. My heart sank so quickly, I could almost throw up. My insides twisted along with that, I felt a slight wobble in my step. The very air I was breathing was tainted with betrayal. And I still had the strength to laugh and pretend that I ‘totally forgot’ he had told me he was going. Hollywood could hire me.

Although there was the inevitability of this deep fear, I wasn't prepared for the first time feeling so brutal. The beginning of many nights he would leave me all alone. Gut-wrenching; our first blunder was nothing compared to this, the pain practically tenfold. I didn’t even bother telling him I was upset, he knew. And, hurtfully, it became a habit afterward that we never left a party at the same time. Not too soon after that habit, Kevin started telling me to not worry about picking him up beforehand, and he would arrive whenever. The exact word ‘whenever’.

Eventually I stopped trying to find him, I supposed he didn’t come to every outing I told him about. I’m sure he didn’t invite me along to every outing he was told about.

My seating area is becoming crowded, and I’m sure my limbs have gone numb from staying in the same position for so long. I hop off the bar stool, noticing the beer pong group had dissipated a while ago, and carefully place one foot after another as I quietly descend the wooden stairs to the backyard. At the bottom, I see one of the numerous ice buckets scatted around the property that hold drinks. I grab one at random, just to hold, just to stop pulling at my cuffs, and wander over to the now crowd less pool. Still a few swimmers in the shallow end, but no one of bother.

As I sit cross-legged on a dry piece of concrete, my mind starts regurgitating more memories of the past I repressed as if tonight the stars cannot take my lying. I grip the bottle painfully as I observe the still healing wound on my upper thigh. My shorts are long enough to cover it, but sitting like this hikes them up enough.

It happened at the worst party, two weeks ago. I arrived a bit later than planned, and way later than the party started. It was in a full riot, I think my mind was already screaming at me to be out the door before I'd even stepped into the living room. Right when I was debating over joining the ruthless chugging contest, or finding one of my classmates tolerable enough to hang around with, a fight broke out. It was violent, as any fight gets. I foolishly rushed to the sound of breaking glass and cursing. Curiosity? Trying to help? Who knows. There had never been a moment with such awful timing in my life. Just as I turned the corner, pushing past a small crowd, one of the brawlers lunged at the other. As he knocked the other over, I had placed myself perfectly in the line of danger. The guy's hand had a death grip on the broken bottle, the jagged glass sliced through the thin fabric of my outfit easily and caught my thigh, carving painfully through the flesh as I went down screaming with them.

The fight stopped immediately, not at my scream but at the sight of blood, soaking my dress and pooling onto the floor. Adrenaline pumped through me, putting a pause on the pain. Through the worried crowd and my now franticly anxious attackers swarming me, I saw Kev. I knew immediately who started the fight, or should I say, ignited it. He didn’t look the least bit concerned as we locked eyes, and he turned away from the scene. I bit my cheek and held pressure with a towel as someone drove me to the hospital, we couldn’t call an ambulance to a party of underage drinkers. I listened to my cover story so many times they were the only words out of my mouth for several hours. It was all an accident. Wasn’t it, my love?

Maybe for a sick few weeks, I started to accept his torture as part of our relationship. I fell for him too hard too quickly, and after a year of being together, I still feel as if I barely know him. And there is no true way of truly understanding him, not without either fearing or hating him. It's come to my attention that even with an aching gap in my heart, some nights I've enjoyed not seeing or talking to him at the parties. It was better that way. It has become, more natural, easier, to just not talk to him at all. No matter how much it hurts, I know it’s right.

I leave my drink by the pool, unopened. My head spins, I’ve become a rush of thoughts. Am I not good enough for him? Why would a boy like him even choose to date me? In fact, it's even more curious that he chose to date. How much of our time together was a lie? I cannot tell. But he’s upset me too much, I would actually dread to know the answer. I would rather pretend that some of it, some of our time together, was real. No matter if it was all fake.

I notice the drink I pulled out was alcoholic, giving a momentary thought about chugging it before chuckling at myself. No, if I'm feeling my pain tonight, best do it sober. I leave it unopened by the pool as I stand and stretch out my cold and achy legs. Turning, I walk back into the house, as willingly as possible. I don't want to pretend I have no love for him; I do. In every moment since we met, no matter how devastated I felt, no matter how much hurt there was in me; I loved the boy as foolishly as possible. I loved how handsome he was, how I could trace his face for hours and still get lost in it, how we use to talk for hours on end and it felt like minutes, the way my hands easily combed through his hair, and how he would hold me when I felt my world was crashing and somehow become an ocean of calm I could fall into.

Oh, I am madly in love with Kevin Khatchadourian. And I know, can’t change that. But now, finally, the hope that I was clinging to breaks, and I know he doesn’t love me. He could never love me, it's just in his nature. To end my misery in this paper-thin relationship is all I can do. I feel choked by that knowledge, a hollow void in my chest aches, my immunity to this pain now worn off, just like the pain of the glass, it comes sharp, the agony screaming for my attention. It doesn’t wear away, but I can’t cry. Not just yet.

In the end, I’ve been learning to lose him, haven’t I? The distance we’ve been keeping, the separation from each other is apparent. I saw this coming from the first party, I saw this coming from the last. His jacket I'd kept in my wardrobe that I accidentally picked out in a rush, the one I'm wearing tonight, is the closest thing to contact we've had in a month. It twists my mind around and confuses me every day. Why hold the title of girlfriend, lover, partner? We are far from it now. I want this to all be over.

I reach the door well enough, turn the cold handle, and take my first steps onto the front porch. My house is only a few blocks away, I can make it safely home. Not my first night walk anyways. I'm giddy for a moment, thinking I'm able to slip away, I can already envision getting home, making some hot chocolate, watching some late-night tv to rid my head of thoughts. It's only when I reach the bottom step I notice there was no telltale thud of that heavy door shutting behind me. Huh, guess he took notice I was going to leave. Didn’t think that would happen. Yet again, Kevin surprises me. I turn a little too slowly, facing the boy at the door, knowing my home plans are already trashed.

“Enjoy your night?” He smirks, casually taking a few steps toward me, but never descending the stairs. His query sounds more bored than anything. And unfortunately, even under the circumstances, with his messy black hair and dark eyes you could lose yourself in, Kev still looks like the most gorgeous guy I have ever seen. We share a breath under the scrutiny of the porch light.

“Enjoy yours?” I ask back, quirking my neck. It comes out just above a whisper, but calm.

“I am still enjoying it, in fact.” Still smirking, he looks behind me, almost a roll of his eyes. Left and right, the front yard home to a few party goes having various conversations. “Just wanted to say goodnight, that’s all.”

I almost chuckle in madness. Goodnight, huh? He never wishes me a goodnight anymore. But I have no room for another conversation. In my heart, I cannot find the right way to express what I’m going through. I want so very very badly to both push him down the porch steps, but also lean in and press my lips against his, one last time. He looks as if he's about to go on, but I interject.

“Well, I won't ruin the fun for you. Goodbye.”

I say it with a whisper of a smile, the words almost foreign to me, as he closes that devilish mouth of his. I don't want more pointless words. He can’t fill my head with more beautiful lies. The last goodbye comes out softer then I wanted, but blunt nonetheless. Very final.

‘Goodbye’. It echoes between us. The music seems to stop, and it’s just me and him alone on the porch, eyes meeting. For the first time I think he notices how tired, how defeated I look. And I leave him at that, as I turn away and hurry towards the front gate.

The blood rushing through my ears covers up any sound he could have made. I don’t look back to see if he said anything. If he stands watching me leave, or simply stepped back inside. Now, it doesn’t matter. The final bell has tolled. He never stopped me from leaving.

I let the tears fall freely down my face as I walk home. They are hot and never-ending. But they feel comforting. I finally cry out my heart, months of repressing the hurt and confusion, and rejection. This time I sob because I’ve escaped. It’s both devastating to lose him, and so very satisfying to finally let go. My knees tremble, but I power on. Soon, in between the sobs and sniffles, I’m laughing. I’m smiling through snot and tears.

Everything is better now. It’s going to be fine. I like it better this way, don’t I?

#kevin khatchadourian #we need to talk about kevin

[hecatemoon87]

The Vampire of Camden Town - Alfie Solomons PART I

You can also read: The Vampire Devil Delaney / The Brooklyn Vampire (Bob from the Drop) / The Insatiable Vampire (Freddie Jackson) Part I & Part II / The East End Vampire (Reggie Kray) Part I

Part II

Warnings: Talk of Blood Drinking and Sex

Words: 2277

It happened right after the war, on my way back to London town. A bullet wound I got from the Jerries had become infected and I was on me deathbed, about to shake hands with God himself. But then she came to me. A goddess from ancient times crept into my room to whisper sweet words and drink my blood. She asked me if I wanted to live forever and I told her fuck yes. Get me the fuck out of this bed, ‘cause I’ve got plans, big plans. 

And now here I am, a hundred fucking years later, still making plans. I own most of Camden Town now. You can’t throw a rock without it landing on a piece of property I own. My name’s a fuckin’ brand. Solomons’ Flats, Solomons’ Agency, Solomons’ Bakery, Solomons’ Rum, etc. I tell people I’m Alfie Solomons’ great grandson. Yeah I know, striking resemblance to the old bulldog. 

I have everything. Power, wealth and fame. But it gets lonely, you know? And I’ve got my eye on this woman. She ain’t from Camden, no. She’s imported from across the pond, an American. And although I do love my London ladies, this Yankee princess is special. I’ve seen her around, stirring up all kinds of trouble. She reminds me of gunpowder. Looks innocent enough, but if you don’t handle it carefully, it will blow everything to pieces. And fuckin’ hell, I want that. I want her to upheave my life, turn it fuckin’ inside out and set it all on fire. I want to feel something, mate. After being alive for over a century, you become numb. Empty inside, as it were. 

Tonight is Halloween and I’ll be doing what my kind does best, hunting. I think it’s time she finally met ol’ Alfie Solomons, The Vampire of Camden Town. 

— o — o —

Inside the club the DJ played loud EDM, the bass blasting out over the dance floor. Young people from all over London gyrate their bodies to the hypnotic beat, drunk on life, alcohol and drugs. Alfie moved silently in the shadows, seen but unseen. If he had wanted anyone to notice him completely, he would have fucking allowed it. And if he had allowed it, they’d see a very handsome man with a well groomed beard, wearing a stylish three piece suit and an expensive peacoat. He was not fond of clubs, not like these anyway. In his day, clubs were classy and played good music. The noise bothered him, but he wasn’t there for entertainment, he was there for her. 

Her name was Beatrix Laveau and she was dancing carefree on the dance floor. She was wearing an alluring witchy outfit that evening. A tight black laced bodice, a short black skirt with thigh high fishnet stockings and black stiletto heels. She had made her eyes smokey and her lips black for that Halloween’s evening out. As she danced, she bent over arching her back and then returned upright. Alfie swallowed hard, as he had seen her shapely bottom and the thin black lace panties that barely covered her skin. 

He emitted a deep growl from his chest and his eyes slowly burned with the hellfire. Suddenly, Beatrix paused in her dancing and looked around. She could feel her skin prickle with goose flesh and she touched the back of her neck to feel hair standing on end. She glanced around the club, wondering who was staring at her, but she saw no one. Narrowing her eyes into the crowd, she flipped her hair over her shoulders in annoyance. 

“Clever little miss. You feel me don’t you, pet?” Alfie whispered from the shadows. 

Her paranoia was justified when she felt someone’s hand ride up under her skirt, giving one of her firm cheeks a good squeeze. She turned around immediately and pushed away a young man wearing a werewolf costume. 

“Oh, real nice, jerk!” she snapped and stormed off the dance floor. 

“Dollin’ yourself up, but don’t let the boys touch? Good girl,” Alfie said under his breath. 

Beatrix was done with the club. She had only gone because her cousins had insisted. She had wanted to perform a wiccan ritual, as she and her family were witches. But her cousins had told her it was old fashioned and that she should go out and have a little fun. She was bitterly regretting her decision as she grabbed her purse and coat and headed out the back exit. 

What she didn’t know was that the man in the werewolf costume had watched her leave and he had followed her. And, unfortunately for the werewolf, he didn’t know that Alfie’s red eyes had followed him out the door. 

“Tosser. I’ll fuckin’ make you a late night snack,” he said, blending back into the shadows.

Beatrix walked quickly down the alley, wrapping her coat tightly around her body. A bitter autumn wind rushed down the alley, pushing up the dry leaves and causing a loud rustling that blocked out the sound of the young man approaching from behind. He grabbed her arm and pushed her up against the alley wall. 

“You weren’t being very nice back there. Maybe this will convince you to spread those gorgeous legs of yours,” the man said, pulling out a switchblade. 

Beatrix closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the pain to come. Suddenly, the man was yanked backwards into the darkened alley. She opened her eyes to see a darkness, nothing like anything she had ever seen. It was an abyss, a swirling endless void that consumed all light and all life. And from that darkness came the screams of the man. Blood curdling screams, screams of horror and despair making Beatrix tremble with fear. She wanted to move, she wanted to run., but she was frozen to the wall. 

Finally, she got herself moving and ran. But her heels hindered her from moving quickly and just before she exited the alleyway, she fell. Bracing herself for impact on the cold, hard ground, she found herself in the arms of a man. She opened her eyes and saw a bearded man with deep calming blue eyes. 

“You alright there, luv? Looks like you had a bit of a tumble,” he said. 

His voice was soft and gentle, he was also very handsome. He held her close, in a comforting way. But he was a stranger and she was still terrified from the screaming. Her dainty hand lashed out and slapped him across the face. 

“Blimey,” Alfie said, releasing his hold on her. 

She sank down to the cold ground of the alleyway and shouted up at him. 

“Who the fuck are you? Don’t touch me!” 

Alfie raised a hand to his face, the heat she had left on his cheek felt fabulous. He could hear her blood coursing through her veins, pumping hard from terror and now rage. He knew she’d be absolutely delicious when the time came to drink her blood. He pulled the fabric of his pants near his knees upward and squatted down to her eye level.  

“Name’s Alfie Solomons, luv,” he said. 

“Solomons…as in the name that’s plastered every fucking where in Camden Town?” she asked. 

“Yeah, one and the same,” he said. 

“Oh, nice try creep. I’m not going to fall for that!” she said, glaring at him. 

He shrugged, took out his wallet from his back pocket and removed his I.D. He handed it to her and she snatched it away. Her green eyes scanned over the card and she handed it back to him. 

“There’s nothing on there that explains why you are lurking around in an alleyway,” she said. 

“You’re gonna catch your death sitting on that cold ground,” he said, ignoring her question and returning his I.D. to his wallet. 

She attempted to get up on her own, but with the heels she was having difficulty. He bent down and took her arm, pulling her up with ease. Once she was rebalanced on her heels she slapped him away. 

“Alright, alright, put your claws away, kitten,” he said, letting her go and casting his hands upwards to show he meant no harm. 

“I’m leaving. Something’s back there, it just killed a man. I’m not sticking around to find out what it is,” she said, brushing past him and onto the sidewalk. 

He strolled alongside her, putting his hands in his pockets.

“You don’t need to worry about all that. That wanker had it comin’,” Alfie said, casually. 

She turned and looked at him, her eyes wide with horror. 

“You did that?” she gasped. 

“I did. He was a twat, wasn’t he? He tasted like shite,” Alfie said. 

He looked over to see her running away from him. He smiled, watching her hips wiggle as she hauled ass. He was impressed by how quickly she could run in heels. He used his vampire magic to shift through dimensions and waited for her on the other side of the building.

Beatrix cleared the corner, looking back in hopes she had lost him. Relieved she didn’t see him anymore she turned back around and screamed. There he was, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. 

“What’s your hurry, luv? Night’s still young, innit?” he said.

“Stay away from me! I know what you are!” she said, backing away slowly. 

“I know and I know what you are, luv. Look, I just wanna talk,” he said, walking toward her. 

“You…you stay away! I know magic, I can hurt vampires,” she said, but she didn’t sound convincing. 

“I bet you do, luv. Why don’t you calm down, yeah? Come back to my flat, have a drink and talk?” he said, proceeding towards her.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she said, edging away.

Alfie nodded sympathetically. “Course not. But you’re a good girl, ain’t you though? You’ll listen to Alfie, won’t you, luv?”

She slowly blinked and she began to look sleepy. 

“You look cold. Let’s just go back to me flat, yeah?” 

Alfie paused for a moment, hoping that his mesmerism had worked. He was worried because she was a witch and he was unsure if it would work. 

“Yeah, I feel cold. That sounds fine,” she said, dreamily. 

He sighed with relief and took out his phone to dial his chauffeur. Within the hour they were back at his flat, sitting on his sofa. He had made her some tea and when he returned, he snapped his fingers, bringing her back to reality. She gasped as she came out of the trance and looked around the room in a panic. 

“Oh my god, where am I!” she shrieked and stood up. 

“You’re safe, just sit down,” he said, placing the tea to the side. He stood up and tried to guide her back to the sofa. 

“No!” she said, and started to slap at him. 

He liked how feisty she was being. Her fury was starting to get him randy. He had a sudden impulse to turn her around, yank down her panties and spread her legs apart. He wanted to skim his fingers over her quivering cunt, slip them inside and get her gushing wet, then spread her over his massive cock. He knew she’d be a vocal little creature, moaning sinfully as he pounded her into submission. 

He closed his eyes and focused all his will power on controlling himself. Once he felt the feeling dissipate, he returned his focus on Beatrix wailing her tiny fists against his chest. 

“Alright, poppet, here we go,” he said, grabbing her by the throat and shoving her down to the floor. 

“Get off me!” she screamed and beat at him harder. 

Alfie straddled her and held her throat. He didn’t squeeze, he simply held her against the floor with his body weight. As she struggled, he looked off into the distance, thinking about what he needed to do the next night. Meanwhile she kicked, slapped and cursed him.

“That’s right, luv. Get it all out of your system,” he said, nodding. 

Several moments later, he could sense her strength was tapering and her struggling becoming weaker. And then finally she stopped altogether. He felt her breathe heavily as she caught her breath.

“Fine, what do you want?” she finally said. 

“Good, I knew you’d change your mind,” he said, getting up and pulling her with him. 

She took a seat on the couch and he handed the tea he had set down earlier. Beatrix took the tea and frowned at it. 

“I'm so not drinking this,” she said. 

“Bloody hell woman. Fine, don’t drink it then,” he said. 

He watched as she looked down at the tea again, then looked at him. 

“Don’t you bloody dare,” he said, but it was too late. 

She splashed the lukewarm tea in his face and bolted for the door. Alfie sat there just for a moment and shook his head. He’d get her to settle down if it was the last thing he did. He stood up and transported himself to the front door, blocking her from opening it. 

“Let me go!” she whined. 

He grabbed her arm and dragged her back to the sofa, firmly placing her back on it. 

“Shut your pretty mouth and listen,” he said, sternly. 

She stared at him, seemingly affected by his command. 

“Your name’s Beatrix Laveau, innit? He asked. 

She nodded slowly. 

“And you're descended from Marie Laveau, the great Vodoun priestess of New Orleans?” he asked. 

“Yes. Now, just tell me what you want already!” she said, getting annoyed.

“I want to drink your blood,” he said. 

To be continued, second part in the works!

#alfie solomons #tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fan fic #tom hardy smut #alfie solomons smut #vampires #tom hardy vampires

[eatingbugsanddirt]

SPLAT OCS no way!!! I originally intended to fully color this sheet and all that, but after fighting tooth and nail with my art program to keep this file from corrupting, I’m just gonna save colors and whatnot ‘till the next time I draw them. One of em is filled with sodium and the other is a cowboy. Both of them reside in an apartment in Splatsville together, alongside a couple other roommates. They are in fish love!!!

Grit (Athirst Apotheosis, Hungering Teeth of the Great Steel Jaw) // She/her // Adult // Salmonling - Signature color is orange; she has silver and pink scales? Skin? Whatever it is it’s always at least a little grimy - Grew up near cephalopod society and in Splatlands sewers, hence mimicking their humanoid forms. Followed Curly back to Splatsville to become FRESH - Born in the maws ancestry to Gullet. Gullet’s a big ol dune-worm style king that swims beneath the map and swallows up large chunks of it as her main gimmick. Grit’s swim form shows off this heritage a lot better. Chomp - The salmonids’ race-wide death-food cult is more distant from her, but not entirely separated. She continues to cherish food and doesn’t mind participating in turf wars and such despite being shit and dying* constantly - Smells bad, dresses bad, literally eats garbage. Rabid - Fishnets lol. Always barefoot - Was nicknamed Grit by Curly after she held their hand and they went “ew this is gross why are you sticky” - HUGE casual. Never ever ever plays ranked, wouldn’t touch Grizzco with a ten foot pole. She plays turf whenever she feels like it, tableturf when she doesn’t, and otherwise just dicks around with the shell out machine and steals from the concessions. She has several pokemon-style binders for her tt card collection Curly J. Tucker // They/them // Adult // Octoling - Signature color is purple; they’re very dark skinned and plastered with the sort of web patterning you can find on coconut octopi - Can glow like coconut octopi!!! - Initially COULD NOT tolerate Grit. There’s a fish in their home taking all their money and food help. Fell in love slow-burn style, but Grit is a dumbass and eventually they just had to express their feelings explicitly - Continues to work at Grizzco after Grit. No Grit does not give a single shit - Coveredddd in scars from Grizzco, but it’s paid off; they have a max pay grade, they’re terrific at their job, and they have an apartment chock full of documents, trophies, and gear for work - Suuuper tired all the time thanks to both Grizzco and Alterna (Curly is my personal neo agent 3). Try to relax using ranked, but ends up getting even more exhausted and frustrated anyway. They recharge via Grit snuggles - Splatfest extraordinaire. Absolutely try hard bonkers for any big competition like this. Will come home miserable of their team doesn’t win - Always wears comfy clothes. Has the Texas curse of temperature confusion, hence the sweater and shorts - Bite mark on their hand is from Grit - The hat does NOT COME OFF. They originate from a distant Splatlands town notable for their skill ranching Zapfish and other silly goofy sea livestock, and they make it known 100% of the time Other notes * - In my personal canon getting splatted, falling in water, getting fucked up in ANY way in Splatoon is dying in a different sort of way. Getting your molecules dicked up or something, but not a permanent death, hence being able to revive. Maybe think the way immortal jellyfish are able to revert to earlier cell stages to escape death? - They both live in a big ol flat with another octoling gal owned by my friend @squidgobbler34 and a huge ribbon eel guy named Ruben. She is addicted to squid alt rock and he is long n fat and takes up so much space. He lines every wall of the apartment but its ok bc he’s good for snuggles

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon ocs #salmonling #octoling #splatoon salmonid #splatoon octoling #splatlands #my art #art #ocs #splatoon fanart #oc reference #oc ref #Grit #Curly #woagh. sketches!!! #unbelievable

[vitusxaydin]

Task #5: Glorious Summertime

Responses below the cut!

#1 What does your character think about summer? Are they a fan, or do they long for the colder, more temperate months?

Vitus's absolute FAVORITE season is summer. He doesn't just like warm weather; he likes hot weather. Call it a side effect of a childhood spent running and riding bikes and playing with his friends through the concrete streets of Brooklyn. He also visited extended family overseas almost every summer when he was a kid, so he largely associates summer with his paternal grandparents, and the food his nene used to make. As an adult, summer is the season when nightlife is busiest, so his work and social lives are always most engaging this time of year.

#2 Is there a certain food or cold treat that they reach for on a hot night when a regular dinner just won’t work?

He's the type to choose savory over sweet—most of the time. During the summer, Vitus is a sucker for some ice cream. He also turns into a big ol' kid if you give him a watermelon or lemon ice pop. If we're talking dinner, though, he loves a good chilled soup, like gazpacho or corn soup.

#3 What about a beverage they enjoy in the summer?

Please, for the sake of the joints in my hands, do not ask me to list out all the fruity cocktails this man enjoys during the summer. So many. Too, too many. His favorite is probably a good jalapeño margarita, though.

#4 Describe your character’s sense of style / fashion go-tos when it comes to the warm months.

Summer is when his wardrobe truly thrives. He's big on shirts with cut off sleeves, sheer/fishnet/mesh shirts, and florals. He also likes a good button-up if he's going out on the town. Most fabrics are pretty light but still form-fitting, in keeping with his all-year-round preferences. When it comes to ~accessorizing~ Vitus likes to wear necklaces more during the summer, since he's not sporting turtlenecks or other high-cut shirts as often. He also has a few body chains to wrap around his waist or chest for a little extra flair.

#5 What about what they wear to the pool or the beach?

Vitus loves a good pair of tiny swim trunks. Give him those and some sunglasses, and my boy is beach-ready. Like the rest of his wardrobe, his bathing suits are always in earthy or otherwise deep colors.

#6 Speaking of – if they’re at the beach, what is their favorite thing to do?

SUNBATHE. He's like a cat on the beach—fully stretched out on some blanket, soaking up the heat. If he's with friends, he can be persuaded to play frisbee or catch pretty easily.

#7 If your character had to choose, would they rather spend time at the pool, or at the beach?

Beach, 100%, no contest. He loves the sand and the sound of the ocean.

#8 When they’re at the pool, are they a lounge around, soaking up the sun type, or in the water, causing chaos type?

He's usually in the water, leaning on the edge with a drink or his phone in his hand, or chatting with friends. He's not really the type to go to a pool solo, but when he's there with buddies, he follows the crowd to make the most of the quality time.

#9 Outside of pool and beach fun, what is your character’s favorite summer hobby or pastime that they can’t wait to do?

It's cliche, but Vitus loves to sit outside with someone, share drinks, and swap stories. He's a sucker for those late nights out on the back porch, fire escape, or roof. This is also why he likes camping most in the summer. The weather makes it easier to stay up late with people. Mosquitoes be damned, there's no better time than a balmy 3 AM to bare your soul to someone.

#10 Are they big on vacations, or are they more of a staycation kind of person?

Both! He does love to travel, but if he's with the right person/people, a staycation can be just as fun as a vacation.

#11 When it comes to outdoor space, gardening, etc., what does your character do? Do they mow their lawn, do they have a garden, is their home full of plants?

Vitus's home is full of plants all year round, but he does step it up a bit in the summer. He likes to grow vegetables in little planters by the windows or out on his balcony.

#12 What is their favorite spot to spend time in Merrock that doesn’t include the public pool and the swim beach?

The Hideaway Market is his favorite place to just hang out when he's free. It has the perfect amount of bustle and lots of seating to people-watch while having a little treat. Bonus points if he bumps into a friend or two while he's out there enjoying the weather.

#13 If they had to pick one thing to say that they disliked about summer… what would it be and why?

The traffic. More people out and about means more people clogging up the roads. Vitus isn't one to have road rage, but he does get ticked off when people drive like idiots around him while he has his bike out for the day.

#14 What is your character’s favorite summertime memory? Whether it be from their childhood or their big kid years?

He has two that vie for the top spot down memory lane. The first is an early memory from when he was a boy, over in Turkiye—seated around the table with his parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles and cousins. It was a dinner like any other, so mundane that Vitus doesn't even remember what food they ate. But his uncle and father bickered to the point of laughing tears, and the image of that—baba, doubled over in his chair, moisture dewing at his crow's feet—is burned into little Vitus's memory. His father was never more carefree than when he was back home, which is why Vitus clings to his memories from those summers. The second is from when he was a bit older. Vitus fell in love with his first boyfriend, Ali, when he was around the age of seventeen. The summer of that year was when they shared their first kiss in the front seat of Ali's parents' car. It was very much a friends-to-lovers kind of deal, and the night Vitus discovered he could love a boy as much as he could be attracted to one. Not just a fond memory from his favorite season, but one of the most formative nights of his young life.

#15 And lastly… what is one thing that they really hope to do this summer?

Frequent more dining locations by the coast than he had the chance to last year, having moved to Merrock so late in the season.

#merrocktask #cd

[rreskk]

hey, submitting for a matchup! :) pls n thank u

physically i’m : a woman, 27, dark hair cut in a mullet-y shag, hazel eyes, 5’7, somewhere between chubby and slim thick (like. very curvy and soft but quite muscular underneath lol), olive toned skin with lots of moles, dark lashes n eyebrows, latina/jewish/italian combo so kind of a hirsute lady…. style wise i’ve been describing myself as “fisherman-core”: lots of fish/shell motifs (nothing tropical think like a sea bass barrette and a black leather bag with oysters on it); dark earthy tones, fabrics that look kind of old and worn or knits that look like fishnets (the actual kind not the ones u put on your legs); i don’t wear a lot of makeup but if i do we’re going dark + editorial + messy with it, keeping the base v sheer because i kind of like when u can see my blemishes. imagine some kind of seaweed coated marine mammal emerging from a harbor in the north sea.

personality-wise: kinda loud (often too much), sardonic, generally very polite and agreeable but i can be a little shady / rude. been described as “actually really smart?” after people have listened to me blather for long enough, very informed and interested in a LOT of things, like science, linguistics, history, etc but have zero motivation to do anything especially valuable with any of that knowledge. a hedonist at my core. the world is full of very enjoyable things and i intend to spend whatever time i got on this rock Enjoying Them, because wtf why wouldn’t i! Love good food, good drugs, good parties, good people… but if any of those things are bad i have a fairly high tolerance level and am pretty good at finding ways to get over it. i bounce back from negative emotions fast. when i am feeling bad i disappear, nobody hears from me for days or weeks. not that i’m ever doing anything that crazy but i kind of like making people think i am. got a bit of the ole ADHD, and dermatillomania (skin picking OCD) which frankly? not proud of but i Like To Do It so Fuck Off to my Psychiatrist Specifically.

third party assessment (asked bf to describe my personality): “charismatic and eh um ah eh effusive? uhhh buh… ebullient….”

thank u! love ur work :)

You’re most compatible with… TREVOR PHILIPS

I said this once and I’ll say it again, Trevor is down bad for curvy/muscular body tones. Anything that he can grasp his hands on, it’s all in his favour. Besides, your whole vibe (clothes, hair), it really compliments his fashion as well. You have this funk going on and he’s all for it. Trevor always loved someone who dressed how they wanted to, without any cares, so you fit that category and you look good doing it (which is a hardcore bonus).

Nonetheless, he’s also loud, so he wants someone loud. He wants someone who has intelligence, he needs someone who’s all for the drugs, party, high-life — but he also respects your interests in humanities. Someone he can smoke with to discuss deep, personal worldly issues with is surprisingly his guilty pleasure. You two would be two peas in a pod.

Overall, Trevor would be extremely happy to be around someone with a “we only love once” attitude because…. well, he fucking agrees!

#grand theft auto 5 #trevor philips #gta v #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto #gta 5 #trevor gta #grand theft auto v #trevor philips/reader #trevor philips x reader #matchup #thank you! #match up #sorry it took long #I’m doing more soon!

[mossy-rainfrog]

I posted 97 times in 2022

81 posts created (84%)

16 posts reblogged (16%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@coulson-is-an-avenger

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I tagged 97 of my posts in 2022

#mossy art - 67 posts

#described - 62 posts

#accessible art - 34 posts

#mossy ocs - 28 posts

#original character - 26 posts

#the magnus archives - 25 posts

#fan art - 25 posts

#original characters - 24 posts

#tma - 21 posts

#inktober - 19 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#i finally realized why this piece felt so weird to draw and it's bc he's outside the lab/shatterdome like sir what are you doing here

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

[Image ID: A digital drawing of Martin Blackwood reclining in a nice outfit. Martin is a fat Black non-op trans man with square glasses, a goatee, and coily black hair braided back along his scalp and fluffing out at the back behind a bandanna. He is wearing a black bralette underneath a long-sleeved sheer top, patterned with shooting stars, crescent moons, and clouds, and he is also wearing denim short shorts patterned with stars and planets overtop fishnets. For accessories, he has a star earring, and an ace ring. He is smiling smugly towards the viewer. End ID.]

i need everyone to be aware of this hot martin i drew right now immediately

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#4

[ID: A digital drawing of Jon aiding Martin in recovering from top surgery. Jon is a thin Persian person with long curly greying hair, a short beard, and various scars, and Martin is a fat Black man with his hair in a bonnet, square glasses, a small goatee, and lots of body hair. Jon wears a spaghetti strap pink dress over a long-sleeved white shirt, and Martin is just wearing boxers. Martin’s chest is wrapped in bandages that are accompanied with drains, and he is sitting up slightly on a bed, accepting a glass of water from Jon. A blanket is draped over his feet, and behind him are various pillows, including one patterned with stylized cats, and one patterned with highland cow faces. Martin is smiling fondly at Jon and saying “Jon…” as Jon looks back at him with wide eyes, and infodumps about the top surgery recovery process to him. The background of the image is a light pink. The artist’s signature, mossy-rainfrog, is visible at the bottom of the piece. End ID.]

Here’s my gift for the @seasons-in-the-archives secret snowflake gift exchange!! For the lovely @qpenguin98 !!! You said you liked jonmartin hurt/comfort, and also trans stuff, so I thought a good ol top surgery recovery might be fun :D I really hope you like it uwu!!!!

357 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

#3

[ID: A digital drawing of Jon rescuing Martin from The Lonely in MAG 159. Jon is a thin Persian person with long, greying hair, various scars, and stubble, and he is wearing a loose blue sweater over a darker turtleneck. Martin is a fat Black man with short coily hair that is dissolving into fog, glasses, and stubble, and he is wearing a purple button down. The two are touching foreheads and their hands are interlocking fingers in the foreground. Jon is pulling Martin closer by the back of the neck and smiling tearily in relief. Around them swirls bits of fog with various dialogue between the pair of them. In the corner of the image is a picture of a frowning slug from Star Wars, captioned “live slug reaction” in all caps. End ID.]

genuinely cannot believe the first MAG 159 art I’m posting is for this fuckign meme but in my defense college has me on my last legs of sanity so :)

slug-less version under the cut for my partner specifically bc i Know they hate this (affectionate) 🥰🥰

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#2

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My #1 post of 2022

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#AYYYYY HELL YEAH HELL YEAH #THHGLKJSDLKGJDG I HAD 5 MORE OC POSTS THAN TMA POSTS THIS YEAR OH NO /LH #also thank you to everyone for making hot martin be in my top 5. i love him i loveh im i love him #undescribed #2022 #my 2022 tumblr year in review #not art #or not new art at least

[mxldito]

FIRST MEETINGS MEME A meme for first meetings and introduction threads, aka a ‘What you will notice about my muse first’ cheat sheet. Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Fill in details. (Please do not remove the credit + blank meme link)

tagged by: Nobody :0 tagging: @feveredbcnes @pyrinas @cainiine @stagebystage @vampiblonde​ @savagc​ @aranostra​ (Multimuses, choose whoever you feel like doing this for uwu)

blank meme: x

GENERAL APPEARANCE

Sex: Masculine. Feminine. Non-Binary. Notes: Gender is when a sick backflip.

Race: Mestizo (Mixed Indigenous and European)

Complexion: Smooth tawny brown skin. Maybe a lil drained of red if they haven’t fed.

Height: 5′10″

Body Type: Endomorph. Mesomorph. Ectomorph. Other / More Details: Slim, long limbs, narrow waist, not many curves.

Body Build: Small. Medium. Athletic. Muscular. Soft. Curvy. Voluptuous. Other / More Details: Underweight for their height. A bit boney.

Body Hair: None. Shaves/Waxes. Trims/Grooms. Untamed. Color: Black Notes: They don’t have that much body hair but what there was kept trimmed. VTM vampires are similar to Ricean vampires when it comes to hair and nails growing back by the next night so there’s no point for them to shave or wax it off.

Head Hair: None. Buzzed. Short. Medium. Long. Very Long. Asymmetrical Cut. Color: Black Style: Straight and worn down. Swept back or left loose.

Eye color: Bright amber. Details: Their pupils almost appear muddy for lack of a better word. They seem to blend in with the iris around them so the clear division between iris and pupil is difficult to discern.

Scars: Healed marks on their knuckles and back. Small, sporadically placed scars over their thighs. 

FASHION

Fashion Style: Vintage. Traditional. Casual. Artsy. Vibrant. Geeky/Nerdy. Tomboy. Sporty. Trendy. Preppy. Girly. Bohemian. Elegant. Formal. Grunge. Punk. Rocker. Gothic. Other:

Color Palette: All black, black and red, and black and yellow.

Typical Clothing: Their base outfit is a tired old tank top with an embroidered or screen-printed design, fishnet undershirt, low-rise jeans (sometimes with a visible thong), studded/spiked collar, 30-hole ranger boots, leather motorcycle jacket, and driving gloves.

Piercings: Mostly ear piercings: double lobes, industrials, and helix.

Tattoos: Their upper half is where they’re the most tattooed. I don’t have a specific idea for most of them, but the moth across their chest and an eye on their upper back are canon for sure.

Other Information: Found, stolen, thrifted, or gifted is how they obtain their clothes.

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression: A good ol’ Kubrick stare, with that ever present knowing and horniness in their eye. They got this stupid, smug smile like the cat who ate the canary.

Default Body Language: Most of the time, chest puffed out with their hands in their pockets. They do their best to make themselves seem more physically intimidating even though they’re not much stronger than a human, much less other vampires.

General Movements: Shifty-eyes, they’re always looking around and observing their surroundings. They tend to fidget with their jewelry and nibble on the pad of their thumb when they’re nervous. 

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence: Their presence can range between ominous and obnoxious. Yeah, they have this wiseman air about them but the wiseman in question? Diogenes. If you make yourself an obstruction or they’re just in the mood, they’ll go out of their way to be a dickhead.

Appearance: Varies throughout the night. They start the evening as straightened out possible, hair brushed, nails (sometimes) filed, and fresh makeup. But by the end of the night, they’re unkempt since they do a lot of running around.

Scent: Not great most of the time. They just have this stench of blood and decay a lot of the time. Though when they do shower, they usually end up using their Toreador friend’s products so they end up smelling kind flowery and sweet. Eventually when they get their own place with running water, I imagine they’d prefer more masculine scents.

Voice Description: Low, husky, and androgynous.

Accent: yes / no More information: For the region they live in, yes! I don’t know how to describe it but I feel like other Mexican-Americans might get it? Sometimes they kinda talk like an “Edgar”? This gets turned up whenever they’re around other Hispanics.

Speech Mannerisms: A tendency to talk in metaphors, sometimes making weird connections between words. They got that conman smoothness when they’re at their best. When they’re not doing so great, they go into this “sentence salad” mode where they can’t keep their thoughts or speech in a straight line. Sentences become disjointed and metaphors/similes become something like “I am a short-wave radio” instead of comparing themselves to a short-wave radio..

Anything else to add?: “Damn, foo. All the bitches gonna be peanut butter and jealous when they see you!”

#Can ya'll tell I put too much thought into their speech pattern? #Otay I'm gonna go trip balls on NyQuil but I hope you guys have a nice week :) #⮚ Hand Me That Rock. I'm Gonna Hit You With It. (Tag Memes) #⮚ WTF Is a Canon??? I'll Fucking GET you. #Long post

[fourseasonsfigs]

Fig Fashion Week - Elle Han

It's Day Two of Fig Fashion Week, and here on the red carpet we have Zhang Zhehan looking fancy from his Elle photo shoot.

Here's the fig intro pic from the seller. I'm not going to use what Google MTL made of that fig name, although it is good for a laugh!

Good looking people can literally wear anything and it will look good on them. Case in point on this paint-splatter number.

Hanhan does look particularly wonderful in bucket hats, I must say.

You might think the gigantic bucket hat would make this fig unstable, but maybe because of the weight, it's actually one of the more stable ones of this series. My fig will stand by itself, but would fall over if I knocked against the shelf.

His rosy little cheeks and ears! Here you can sorta get a view of his earring as well.

Super cute from this side angle. They did a great job making his hair look defined to match the piecey look in his modeling shoot.

You can see how they were very careful to replicate the paint effect. It looks simple but matching that doesn't come easy.

The view from above is really just the big ol' fishnet hat!

Here's an up-close pic of his outfit so you can see all the fine details.

The box card has him on a runway too.

Material: PVC

Fig Count: 76

Diorama Count: 6

Snowglobe Count: 1

Rating: Finger hearts right back at you!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

#junzhe #zhang zhehan #woh cast #shl cast #figthusiast

[case-electris]

STORYTIMEEEE😼

So basically remember that time I was talking about how I kicked the shit out of this one 13 yr old kid (I literally did he sh!t himself because I kicked him in the gut so hard) okay so the whole story is that I was minding my business going for a walk around my area so I was walking on one of the high ways with a sidewalk with a gate on it to cars can’t hit pedestrians right in the middle off me walking a see people selling honey down below so I stop to look and turn my body to face away from the road.

Then some fucking kid comes running past me they were like 6-7 and they stop next to me and say “oooo honey! See see I can read!” So I ofc trying to be nice say “oh good job!😻” like I was a kindergarten teacher and then the problem starts when the kids older brother comes up he takes one up down look at me and sorta does a wolf whistle?

( fun fact: I was dressed fem that day so I was rocking a mini skirt ’it was a normal skirt it just looked mini on me’ and a sweater crop top with some fishnets and a fuzzy Bratz hat. AND I WASN’T WEARING A BINDER OR BRA Because it was super hot out and I didn’t want my chest to be accentuated ) anyways bro was looking at me like a damn r@pist

then he whispers something to the little kid (I didn’t hear any of it but I have a good idea of what it was about 😒) then the kid just goes “okay!” Then walks over to the other side of me so now the older one is on my right while the younger one was on my left then OB (older brother) taps my shoulder to get my attention since I’m a skyscraper or whatever I had to turn my entire body to face him properly, so when I turn to look at him he’s kinda teary eyed so I immediately mentally panic because I was the oldest of 11 kids growing up meaning I have a big ahh soft spot for children. So I’m like oh what’s wrong and this kid talks about some sob story about how I look like his aunt who passed away and if he could give me a hug to feel a bit better, me not trusting the kid that much thinks about for a moment and I was like the worst thing he could do is grab my ass (I was wrong so so wrong) and ofc I said sure and gave the kid a big ole bear/milf hug

(I call it the milf hug is because the only way I can hug someone without them having the crane their neck uncomfortably is by cradling their head into my chest while bending over a bit so I don’t suffocate them)

And when I pull away the OB yells “GO!” At the younger one and almost in sync the YB pulls my skirt down and the OB fucking ripped my top apart in the front so now my full chest is out I mean like boobies came out like an anime character every exposed and now my panties and ass is showing too 🥰😍 remember this is all happening in front of a bunch of passing cars so like atleast 9 people saw my chest before I covered up and I mollywhooped the shit out of OB and ended it with a round house kick to the guts then I hear a piercing screech of “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING TO MY PRECIOUS LITTLE PRINCE!?”

So I turn to look at the reason my ears are now bleeding and turns out the 2 kids mother had been there for most of the time (all of this happened in 8 minutes) so ofc I yelled back “THESE LITTLE SHITS JUST RIPPED MY CLOTHES AND SHOWED MY PRIVATE AREAS ON PURPOSE” and do you know what this bitch had the audacity to say “ THEY’RE JUST KIDS AND YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE GONE OUTSIDE DRESSED LIKE THAT THEN YOU SLUT IT’S YOUR FUALT FOR SEDUCING MY KIDS! JUST LET THEM BE, BOYS WILL BE BOYS.”

During her little rant I had already fixed my clothes (pulled up my skirt and tied the shirt together so I was at-least somewhat covered) and I swung on that bitch too. She pressed charges and so did I because her rant included a lot of racial slurs and she tased me 8 times this resulted in a good bit of court and me ending up in the mental hospital for a couple days I won obviously but this bitch saw me again after the last court meet she left first and she saw me in the parking lot when I came out so she hit me with her Prius and I went into a 1 day coma.😮‍💨 my lawyer gonna come visit in the morning plus ya’ll I might gets shorter because now I have hella leg damage

TL;DR: kids ripped my clothes exposing my nudeness in broad daylight next to a highway on purpose I beat up one kid then the mother went to court a mental hospital, then got hit by the moms cars and taken to the hospital was in a coma for like a day and now I’m sueing her

so I just woke up a couple hours ago and my drawing hand is fucked so imma have to give up on the drawing for you, sorry but don’t worry I will draw something for you eventually when my hand hopefully heals properly. Sorry about the inconvenience ganji.

M8 DW I'M MORE WORRIED ABOUT THE FACT YOU GOT KNOCKED TEH FUCK OUT HOPE YOUR OK NOW