#i started sweatin

[dustyfairywings]

Ok I think I know now how I wanna go about organizing my blogs.

I’m gonna make dedicated fan blogs for Blue Eye Samurai and Hazbin Hotel each. I’m gonna continue doing any original posts or reblogs about either within their respective blogs.

In the case of the BES blog specifically I’ll also be blogging about Edo Japan more broadly since I’ve wound up doing a lot of research in earnest about the period for fan fiction writing. I’m also thinking I’ll throw up any BES-related journal writing exercises I do over there. It’s probably gonna be a sort of open journal documenting my writing and research process interspersed with reblogs of others’ fan art, fanfics, and fan theories.

Likewise I will set up dedicated side blogs for any other specific non-fandom topics or aesthetics. I’m particularly fond of the surprisingly poetic prose of tumblr shit posts (think “tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit” type posts) and just the very specific type of humor and storytelling that arises from tumblr’s reblog system and the community’s character. There’s a certain je ne sais quoi to these posts I want to preserve haha.

I’m gonna change the name of this blog so it’s in line with all my other socials and I’m gonna uh TRY to clean this blog up (this is likely a Sisyphean task and I expect I might give up on this over time. But I still gotta try). I’m also gonna try to cut down on the number of mindless reblogs that wind up on this blog. If I reblog something here it should be because it’s helpful info/advice, important news/PSAs, or other people’s complete/finalized original work or fan work that I don’t have a dedicated blog for. In the case of informative posts I will do my best to only reblog it here once I’ve read through it and not just skim it tell myself I’ll read it later. In addition to all this I’m gonna uh actually try to use tags for organizational purposes. Force myself to slow down my mindless consumption and actually interact mindfully instead.

There’s still a lot of stuff I’ll want to reblog with zero thought or explanation just cause it’s funny or relatable or whatever, so all that sort of stuff will go on a dump blog. I’m really attached to the blog’s current name, it’s been with me from the start, so I’ll probably use it for my reblog dump.

Why do I feel compelled to do all this? Well, for the vast majority of my time on this site I was content with just being a faceless, largely voiceless user that just reblogs whatever is relatable in the moment and scrolling endlessly. I was on tumblr sure but I was never really in community with anybody. Now nearly a decade down the line, I feel like I’ve finally found community with others on this website thanks to Blue Eye Samurai, and the last thing I want is to drive people away bc they find my blog to be obnoxiously spam-like and disorganized. You can’t follow others from your secondary blog, only your primary blog and I actually want to have mutuals here. When it comes to social functions on this website, THIS blog is my first foot forward and generally others’ first impression of me. And in that respect, I’ve been a poor steward of my own image. If mutuals want to get to know me, this blog doesn’t really say anything useful or coherent about me. It’s literally a dump and we all deserve better than that.

#hope im not being weird or anything u guys #sorry but ive been subjected to the mortifying ordeal of being known #especially after like two of my fandom related text posts got like 30 notes each #i started sweatin #lile oh no i’ve said too much #and now i am being perceived in my digital pile of dirty laundry and used cups #nope can’t have that #digital equivalent of frantically cleaning up the house when unexpected visitors arrive #‘oh GOODNESS i deeply apologize for the state of this house please make yourselves comfortable while i panic clean’ #ramblogging

[spantas]

i introduce to you the completely revolutionary concept of narrator but in screens

#the stanley parable #tsp #tsp narrator #tsp stanley #tspud #pantart #u know i feel like i could make a post just of all my narrator art where he looks surprised or grumpy idk i like making him surprised HAHAHA #not pictured here is the idea i have for him like being in that Screen’s Environment u know #like if u were watching a youtube video of idk the desert and he was there he’d start sweatin #also countdown ending screen hohohohohoho

[cybersteal]

💛⚡

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk photomode #cyberpunk v #oc: vice de'angelo #my screenshots #a choom said he looked like an electabuzz and i can't unsee it 😂😂 #fucking hell i start sweatin with those close-ups i tell ya #i'm so much more critical of them than the wider shots so i think i took like 92834897234 all with the tiniest little adjustments #YOU STRESS ME THE FUCK OUT BOI #you're lucky you're cute 🖕

[moonshynecybin]

wanna have thoughts about Sepang pre-season testing 2015 and how that photo of the two of them wearing swim trunks happened and what else might have taken place that day/week

prompt 4! because it is my brand i must say that cal crutchlow was also there in real life for the rosquez beach date and we must never forget this. he isnt in this story but please hold that in your mind okay thank you. anyways this story is about considering what it would be like to interrogate your very sexy coworker's control issues while you are slightly sauced and neither one of you are wearing shirts. so it goes.

Vale takes a sip of his drink and looks over at Marc, sprawled out on the lounger next to him, limbs loose and easy in the glow of the sun. His swim trunks are riding up, exposing the pale, tender skin on the inside of his thighs. He's already looking at Vale.

Of course he is.

"So, you don’t like the beach?" Vale asks, to try and get his mind of something else. Marc is— Marc is competition. He shouldn't.

Marc hums. "I don’t like being in the water, it’s different."

Interesting. That's not what Vale expected.

"Why? You can swim." He's seen him in the pool earlier, hollering with his brother and dunking him under the water. Shiny and wet under the Malaysian sun.

Marc shrugs, unbothered, and Vale spends some time with the movement of his shoulders, the cut of his muscles. It's fine. Marc wont be able to see his where his eyes are lingering, anyways. Vale is wearing sunglasses. It's harmless.

"I don’t know what’s in there— I always think there’s a shark or something that's going to eat me." Marc's nose scrunches as he talks, and he looks like he's about to laugh.

"You drive motorcycles for a living," Vale replies, voice light. It seems ludicrous that Marc would be scared of something like a shark attack, with what they both do for a living. With what Marc does in particular.

Marc flicks up his sunglasses to squint at Vale, smile still huge on his face. "So do you, are you saying you aren’t scared of anything?"

"I’m not." Vale answers with a straight face.

Marc laughs. It's easy to make him laugh. "I see!"

Vale nods. "No, I’m very brave."

Marc's still laughing, strong forearm thrown over his stomach now.

Vale really shouldn't.

"But you," Vale sits up, faces towards Marc. He’s a little drunk, Vale thinks. A little pink from the sun, still pale from the winter. “You are very brave.”

"Thank you," Marc takes a long sip from his drink, lips wrapped around his straw. Jesus.

Vale shakes his head. It’s not quite a compliment. “No no no no— you take risks. Not like a normal one of us.” He flips his shades down and slumps back. Looking at Marc is maybe too much right now. “And you are scared of the ocean.”

"I don’t like flying either."

Vale blinks. "What?"

Marc shrugs, the corners of his mouth digging impishly into his cheeks. He blinks lazily, and stretches a bit. Keeps his eyes steadfastly on Vale.

"It’s all… out of my control. On the bike I can ride. I know my lines, I know when to brake, how far to lean. It’s up to me. In the sky? The ocean? It’s up to other people. It’s up to God." He shakes his head. "There's too much chance.”

Vale chews on the the inside of his cheek, turns the idea of that over in his head. "Isn’t the chance fun?" He asks. It is to him.

"No." Marc answers.

"Hm." They stay there for a second, listening to the distant crash of waves. To the unknown quantity that is the sea. Vale thinks about it. Thinks about what it means to be surprised. To lose control. To feel like he doesn't know what's going to happen next. About how Marc makes him feel like that all the time.

He really shouldn't.

"Marc?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to get out of here?"

#also fun fact. that pic was taken on my birthday. #wrote most of this last night but it was largely the dialogue. and i forgot that i wrote it marc pov. so when i started editing #and adding character thoughts/movement and i got to the end where suddenly marc was having opinions #i was like ARIANA what are you doing here ??? #motogp #callie speaks #asks #rosquez #my fic #not entirely satisfied with this but these are just practice so im not sweatin #prompts

[mueritos]

uhm. uhm. uhm, im taking a plunge. can any1 offer me sum resources or blogs about autistic experiences and being autistic. I have been questioning myself and my entire life for the past few months and like damn. a lot about autism feels v relatable and id just like to learn more but everywhere i look into doesnt rlly give me very nuanced explanations of experience. ty <3

#muertotalks #me not having step by step visual or text interpretations of experiences or else i dont understand things...is also evidence of maybe autism #lol #among other things but #all the self assessments ive taken r like brooooo u r soo not normal #got like a 140/200 on the aspie quiz oops #but im not finding much on like #being transmasc with autism #or being latino/mexican with autism #stuff like that i wud really really enjoy #like wow maybe i can finally have an explanation for why i feel this way #or at least try to sort it all out #kinda hilarious nearly every autistic person ive ever met has been like uhm. i get along with u too well. r u sure ur not autistic #and i just start sweatin bro

[tooquirkytolose]

Old white lady at target stopped dead in her tracks to just stare me down across the aisle and then came up to me later as i was about to walk out of the store i really thought my brown ass was gonna get hate crimed 😩 turns out she just wanted to compliment my hair she spent like 5 minutes holding me hostage at the entrance gushing over my hair 😓

#i mean always very nice to be complimented but WHEN I TELL YOU #she was staring me down so much i started sweatin like uhhhhh ma'am... #my sister and i literally thought it was because she disapproved of our ~look~ #nice to be wrong i guess lmao

[laceybun]

So many of u guys are like good at tumblr. How do you do that

#I can only post images #making textposts scares me irrationally #like it scares me stupid #I can only interact with eh two (2) people max #put me in a groupchat I start sweatin and disappear #ohh wait I get it #tumblr is like one big groupchat #okay I did it I figured out my own issues #laceyspeak

[quiveringdeer]

almost just had a meltdown cause I thought the new cat I just adopted somehow escaped the guest room and my whole house, I thought I looked everywhere, but there was a mid space between back of futon and wall where she was tucked. like yall I literally went outside barefoot thinking somehow I left her in the car like she'd gotten out of the carrier while I was moving her stuff into the house and closed the carrier door and then hid in my car and I brought in an empty carrier like fuck, my brain was doin so many loops trynna justify how she coulda escaped. 😫😫😫

but luckily she is safe and sound.

#nat talks #i started sweatin and my heart is still beating so damn fast #last night before i pulled brook in my room she knocked a plant off the sill #hissing at what i assume was a cat outside the front window #so my mind was like fuck was mazikeen out in the livingroom and behind the fridge or stove this whole time #ugh #that was terrifying

[bambi-lesbian-posts]

Someone came in today while I was on register (mind you, today was only my 2nd day) and pulled up with 2 carts worth of stuff, total came out to ~$650... I work at a ROSS. Who buys $650 worth of stuff at a ROSS

#i mean. we have good deals but like. $600+ worth of clothes would be better suited at a cheaper store you'd think? #anyhow. i was sweatin like a pig the whole time bc i was like 'oh god oh god am i doing alright on my time?' #because you are timed on how fast you scan & bag items. and how much time in-between customers. and how fast you can get them their change #and apparently most new people start in the red zone #which will get you taken off of register #and you get warnings if youre in the yellow #i have no idea what zone i was in today #apparently you have to hit green before your first week ends or youll get reassigned somewhere else or let go

[shevr]

still occasionally forgetting I have tits and getting spooked by the weird bumps on my chest

#Cuz like they're getting there ysee #But not there enough that I have started wearing bras or changing my habits #So sometimes they're just a nice surprise all over again #On a similar note summer is getting there early and its gonna be sillyto wear more than just a shirt #But I dont yet feel confident in my tit sprouts being directly perceived in public I think idontknow #So folks: I'll be sweatin' #It's fun doing transition updates when the state of my very late diary comics haven't even reached the start of hrt #Massive spoilers #shevr

[orchardsimian]

.

#i have been feelin v 'plz lemme off this ride‚ if for no other reason than just t have 1 min t hurl‚ plz' l8ly #what w my mood & energy & circumstances all pinballin arnd me #but nothin quite graphically depicts tht like th fact tht #i just made tea #& now im sweatin from tryna teach myself basic steps for both cumbia & merengue #cos i stumbled inta a song by a chilean artist on yt & omw t look th song up on spotify i stumbled inta El Beeper #but legiterally. right b4 all tht started i was abt t go t my bed t curl inta th fetal position #& i cldnt cos i hadta w8 for my water t boil #like. atleast either way im not cold #but now idek if my tea is hot or not #also th song by th chilean artist is #el baile del kkoyaruna by pascuala ilabaca y fauna

[arminsumi]

「 🔴 RECORDING 」

found footage of satoru's student years... recorded on the camcorder that he carried around everywhere.

warnings : heavy angst, fluff, implied death, not proofread

[ the first footage is one minute long. there's two blue eyes widening comedically on the screen. the resolution is low and the audio is tinny. ]

"Ooo it works... well hellooooooo there... i'm... GOJO!! SATORU!! and this is... suguuuuruu getooooo... oh look at that walk, you're such a model."

[ the camera is on suguru, who's walking with bad posture. he doesn't like the camera. ]

[ he has his old hairstyle; this was recorded before his hair was long enough to be in the bun style. he hides his face from the camera. ]

"... aw, he's a model that doesn't like cameras. anyways... this is the beautiful... STUNNING... hot... talented... playing-hard-to-get... (haha kidding)... y/n~"

[ the camera pans to you. you can hear the flirty tone in satoru's voice. ]

"... we are currently walking through the gates of hell..."

[ the camera pans to the school. the resolution clears for a second to show a blue sky with slowly drifting clouds. ]

"okay. we have arrived in hell; look there's satan himself—"

[ the camera pans to yaga. ]

[ the footage ends with yaga confiscating satoru's camera and scolding him. ]

[ a video starts off shaky. the camera is dropped on the train floor and suguru sighs. ]

"satoru...... did you just break it after having it for one day?"

[ satoru picks it up and gives a toothy smile to the screen. ]

"nah. she's all good. not even a scratch. ooh... suguru we look so hot. and look how hot y/n is... she's so scandalous — sittin' next to me on the train. this proximity's got me sweatin', baby... kidding kidding... don't gimme that look!"

[ suguru gives the middle finger to the camera and satoru's iconic laugh sounds beautiful even through the crap audio quality. ]

[ there's a 3 minute video that's half-corrupted of a party happening in your apartment... of just you, satoru, suguru and shoko. lykke li's "i follow rivers" is playing loudly, satoru is screaming the lyrics in broken english and suguru is recording you and him dancing like maniacs. shoko is offering her cigarette to the camera and blowing smoke into the lens. ]

[ there's a 25 second clip of satoru aggressively kissing you until you laugh. ]

[ there is a photo of satoru crouching to pet a cat. he's holding an umbrella. ]

[ there is corrupted footage of laughter and a flicker of the video shows a tiny pot on a stove with ramen cooking in it. ]

[ there's a photo of you, satoru, suguru and shoko. you and satoru are looking at each other like lovebirds. suguru is giving the finger to the camera. shoko is laughing with her eyes closed. ]

[ a long video of satoru waking up in a hotel bed. he looks like he just woke up. he blinks at the camera, bleary-eyed and cute with puffy lips and messy hair. ]

"goodmornin'."

[ his morning rasp is strong. ]

"i'm awake... but miss sleepy head and mister sleepy head are not, as you can see..."

[ he zooms in on your face. you're laid at his right, and suguru is laid at his left. ]

"here's the sleeping angel... and here's the sleeping dragon... anyways... WAKEY WAKEYYYYYYYYY!!! IT'S A BRIGHT NEW DAY!!!"

[ suguru's wakeful groan sounds groggy and disturbed by satoru's loud, piercing wake-up call. you scrunch your face as you wake up, seemingly out of a dream. ]

"satoru... what the hell is the matter with you..."

[ it's an ultra close-up shot of your nose as you mumble this. ]

"i was lonely being awake by myself, gosh. you're so mean!"

[ he experiences a voice crack. suguru gives a sleepy, murderous look at his best friend. ]

"satoru... i swear i'm gonna throw that camera into traffic one day."

[ suguru's mumbling into his pillow too softly to be taken seriously. ]

"wanna say that to the camera?"

[ suguru looks grouchy. ]

"i'll kill you."

"WOW... buddy, this is evidence if you ever do kill me... the police will find this footage... 'n put your FLAT ass in jail. aw... y/n fell back asleep look look... aw she's so fucking precious."

[ suguru and satoru admire you for a bit. there rest of the footage is corrupted. ]

[ footage of a breakfast in the same hotel. sunny side eggs are zoomed-in on. and there's only eggs. ]

"we're too broke to buy bacon, isn't that cool?"

[ satoru gets a nice view up his nose as he tilts the camera to himself. then he turns the camera to you, who's sleepily eating this miserable breakfast. ]

"... so we just have eggs to eat... heyyyy hot babe..."

[ satoru flirts with you and you roll your eyes in response, smiling and chewing on your egg, fork in one hand. ]

"wanna hear a joke?"

"mhm."

"if you ever broke up with me, what would you call me?"

"an idiot?"

"your eggs."

[ you groan and stop eating because his pun was so awful, but you've got a big smile on your face and satoru is laughing heartily. ]

[ the video ends with you and satoru leaning in for a big kiss and a sleepy suguru walking into the room, itching his tummy under his shirt. ]

[ there's a clip of you, satoru, suguru and shoko yelling happy new year and watching fireworks explode into blazing, brilliant colors. suguru winks at the camera as you hold it and you giggle flirtatiously back. there's clearly tension between you two that neither satoru nor shoko acknowledge in the moment, because the fireworks distract them. ]

[ there's footage of you, satoru and suguru kissing. it ends with satoru kissing the camera as a joke. ]

[ most of the footage is corrupted after this. in the next video, satoru seems a bit older. ]

[ there's footage of a solo satoru, who's been enlightened and and burdened with being the strongest. he's on a mission alone, keeping the camcorder on as he exorcises a curse. he trots over to the camera. he seems less enthusiastic compared to the other videos. ]

"aaand that's what the strongest looks like while he's at work."

[ satoru looks smug and goofy, but something is off. his features look worn and tired. ]

[ there is already that slightly disingenuous liveliness showing in his demeanor just in this small video; the version of satoru that his students would know as just normal gojo sensei. ]

[ his smile falters as he rambles about y/n and suguru. ]

"i'm gonna give y/n a big kiss when i get home. miss you, angel. haha... why am i talking to a camera all by myself... that's so sad. i'm gonna film myself gettin' that kiss at home, just to prove i'm not some lonely idiot. i have a hot fiancé..."

[ one of the last photos taken on this camera is dated; august 2009. it's of you and satoru sharing a big kiss... neither of you knew it at the time, but it was your last kiss. ]

[ the next piece of footage is from 2018. it's a 28 year old gojo, his features show his maturity and the weathering of all the years he's endured living without you and suguru.]

"i found this camera while cleaning up. if i look 'n sound funny it's 'cuz i've been crying haha......"

"...... i miss you two..... haha... i can't shove the camera in your faces like i used to, now can i?"

[ he awkwardly smiles at the camera but then his face trembles and contorts into an ugly-cry as if he just remembered every single memory of his youth. ]

[ the footage ends with a broken, barely audible "fuck..." falling from the teacher's lips as he starts to cry and drops the camera to the floor. the rest is corrupted footage... just heaving sobs of the man who has no more memories to record with suguru and y/n. ]

© arminsumi

I do not permit the copying/reposting/translation/plagiarism of my works. Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

This is fictional work.

#angst #fluff #angst with fluff #angst with a sad ending #tw: angst #gojo #gojo satoru #geto #geto suguru #satosugu #x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #gojou satoru x reader #satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #shoko #shoko ieiri #jjk x reader #jjk angst #jjk #jjk fic #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojo saturo #saturo gojo

[transmasc-wheatley]

i wish tea tasted good cold and carbonated man

#i HATE hot drinks most times HATE HATE HATE them they rake up my already high body temperature to even MORE sweltering i deadass drink tea #and start fuckin SWEATIN #carbonated water my beloved also #noncarbonated shit get out of my fucking sight #the autism decrees you outlawed & the enemty & cringe & also stinky #cold drinks are the BACKBONE of my termoregulation #because the internal one is fucking borken #my body constantly runs hot as fuck i NEED six icecubes in my glass or i WILL pass away #cold tea however is fucking MISERABLE #no matter WHAT tea it is #american sweet tea sounds ghastly #HOW much sugar? #HOW MUCH? #HOW do yall drink that. power to you but i could never #i only sweeten black tea otherwise no sugar #its so nice to brew loose leaf herbal teas its so nice to make potion #but then it just burns your throat? #not because of temperature but because its so weirdly astringent even if its just the WEAKEST #NAMBIEST PAMBIEST #brew of like. mint #rose #jasmine #i do Not Get It #yes i drink iced shit even in the winter i sweat like i habe moisture to spare #(i do not)

[crookedteethed]

18+ Thinking about giving Eddie head while Wayne's giving him a talking to.

Eddie shuts his eyes tight and lets out a long exasperated sigh as he feels your dainty hand grip the base of his cock. Your eager mouth, which had been planting delicate kisses around the supple skin of his thighs to the happy trail of his stomach, finally makes there way to his eager cock.

Wayne thinks he has an attitude, which resulted in Wayne telling Eddie:

"You keep huffin' and puffin' like that and you'll end up without a roof under your head, boy, you hear me?"

By Wayne's serious tone and stern demeanor, you would think Eddie had called him every swear word out of the book and then some, but really, Eddie hadn't said a word to Wayne from now until Wayne first angrily stomped into the trailer door shouting Eddie's name; telling Eddie that he has to take on more responsibility in the house other than sitting at home and playing his guitar all day (and having sex with his girlfriend, which he'd been doing all day).

Adults have this way of thinking (especially during lectures) where they can't differentiate the chasm between silence and having an "attitude."

Eddie knew he couldn't say anything to Wayne. Fermenting saliva had been collecting in his mouth since he first felt your hands tugging on the elastic of his sweatpants. Wayne would kick him out if drool spilled from his mouth when Eddie went to speak.

A glob of your spit coax Eddie's cock. You begin rimming your tongue around Eddie's mushroom-shaped tip, licking and sucking whatever pre-cum is leaking from his hole, occasionally taking long, bold strides from his base and back to his tip.

"I--" Eddie begins, but he's cut off when he feels your plump lips wrap around his tip and start sucking him gently. He splurges himself in the mixture of warmth and moisture coming from your mouth. He melts into the hollowness of your cheeks and the swivel of your tongue.

You splurge yourself at the effects you hold over him. Though you feel bad, not wanting to get the boy in any more trouble than he's already in.

Eddie grips his fist at the mound of pillows and blankets that conveniently covers his entire lower half.

Wayne notices and says, "I hope you're not trying to hold back a fist."

What Eddie was trying to do was hold back a moan.

"No--Wayne--I." His voice comes out in deprived little fragments-- like a scratched disc.

"Well, what?" Wayne says, agitated.

You get ballsy and attempt to deep-throat him; as you inch his swollen length closer and closer to the back of your throat, Eddie feels that particular spot where his glans slip past your tonsils, and he feels the gushes of your saliva caused by him pooling around your mouth.

"Fuck." Eddie says, almost in a whisper.

"What did you say, boy?" Wayne urges. "Nothing."

You try your best not to make any sounds, tears streaming down your cheeks from holding back, but when Eddie slightly bucks his hips up, you find yourself gagging around his length. Eddie covers the delicious sound of you sputtering with a fake cough.

It was an intense feeling of worship for Eddie, and he needed to get Wayne off his case so he could at least witness you taking his cum down your throat.

"Look, Wayne." He pauses. "I'll do more work around the house. I can--grunts—even pick up a few more shifts at the hideout, if you'll like."

Eddie doesn't know how he got through all that without blowing his cover, but he was hoping he wouldn't have to go through that again and praying that Wayne would just leave.

Wayne stays silent--not for too long, but long enough to make Eddie think he had blown his cover, and Wayne knew that his nephew was getting blown under his covers.

But with a simple nod and a "ok." (Wayne didn't need much convincing), Eddie could forget his worrying (accompanied by the excitement that came from worrying).

Wayne finds himself standing at the door of Eddie's room. Before leaving for work, he asks Eddie if he's sick or something.

"You're sweatin' buckets and you're coughin' a lot." Wayne states.

You bring yourself back to the tip of Eddie's cock and, in a bobbing motion, bring yourself down back to his base; at this point, all Eddie could do was nod his head and let out a shaky "un hun."

When Wayne announces he's leaving and you both hear the trailer's front door shut, you pull the covers over your head.

You pull him out of your mouth to catch your breath; saliva drips from your mouth onto your chin, tears prickling the corners of your eyes, and those lips, those puffy red lips, twisting into an alluring smile.

"You think that's funny, don't you? Blowing me in front of my uncle?"

"Oh, please, you enjoyed it." You tease.

And you were right; he did enjoy it, the excitement bubbling down in his stomach at the thought of getting caught. That's why every time you were at his trailer, and you two were having sex, Eddie made sure to leave his bedroom door wide open and have his windows just cracked; then he'd have his music blaring loud so he couldn't hear anyone if they were to walk in.

#eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things fic #crookedteethed #eddie munson x reader #crookedteethed thoughts #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #fem reader #agoraphilia #y/n

[yatiso]

my first week at my job during outside times id chase them around like running full speed and get on the equipment with them but for this past week its been so hot and humid every day that the weather app says it feels like 110 degrees out and i feel bad sitting at the table but bruh its so hot my doc martens grew a size

#🍒 #its so hot out i feel like i am no longer proverbially sweatin balls. i am now the proud owner of balls that are drenched in sweat #also. for the month before i had this job my back stopped hurting i finally had it managed fr #but i Still dont have my furniture moved in so sleepin on this fold out mattress has me feelin like a frankened stein again #i started this job the day after moving in to my apartment and there wasnt even a week of back painless grace period smh

[simporado]

Instead of Katsuki blushing or getting flustered, his tiny little sparks of explosions start forming around him. And it would look sO FUNNY bc his face would just be neutral like ✨😐✨

edit: bc you know i just realized when ur around someone u like u start sWEATIN and feelin nervous and shit. You make him nervous. so of course those little sparks are gonna appear bc bakugo sweating = explosions

for sure Izuku would probably be concerned at first but he just looks between you and Kacchan and he relaxes and understands immediately..tHEN HE GOES “Kacchan :)” and smiles at him bc he’s proud?! LMAO. Katsuki for sure gives him the stinkeye to not say a single word about this.

When you’re both close to each other i dont think itll hurt, i like to think it either tickles you (like the sparks from welding? it doesnt actually hurt when it hits you) or the explosions go around both of you ouuhhh

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