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courtingchaos · 6 months

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Was having thoughts earlier about surprising Eddie naked in his room with just his guitar covering you (a la Jenny in Forest Gump)

No but this could be so cute or super dirty but I’m in a big ol soft mood. (Also another ask I missed apparently! God damn!)

Fast and dirty (aka I didn’t read this back!)

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Arranging yourself just so, trying to figure out how to drape yourself around it without flashing him a nipple since it’s such an angular body. He’s going to go crazy for it regardless but you have a vision in your mind for it and you want it just right.

You even tidied up his room for him, and that’s not something you’ve ever done, you just needed flat surfaces for the little glass votive candles you bought at the dollar store. Romance, but sexy romance. He’s been working so hard, you’re Eddie, ever since Wayne got him a job at the plant. He’s working seconds while his Uncle works thirds but it’s just as long and he deserves a little surprise.

You get to the trailer just as Wayne is leaving and he deftly avoids looking at your handful of plastic bags or the overnight one slung on your shoulder. It’s none of his business what happens when he’s out of the house between you two, just gives you smile while he holds the door open for you. Tells you to stay out of trouble. Tells you to not light the curtains on fire.

An hour, tops, before Eddie stomps into the trailer so you work fast and almost forget to strip when you sit on the bed with the guitar. A little bit of a foolish feeling like you’ve never been naked in this room before. Hell, Eddie even has a picture shoved in his wallet of you lying under his sweetheart. His ideal centerfold is what he’d said when you’d turned bashful.

You notice the time and turn off the lamp so you can perch on his bed in the candlelight. Again with that foolish feeling when he’s a few minutes behind and you sit in silence for just a little too long, almost long enough to turn around and look out the window except you can hear the storm door creak and the key turn in the lock. Anticipation as he goes through his routine of coming home; dropping his keys and his coat, kicking off his boots and throwing his overshirt directly into the washer.

“Hello?” He sing songs down the hallway while the fridge opens and closes, the tinkling of a bottle cap hitting the countertop making you curl your toes.

“Down here.”

He must notice the lack of light under his door so he opens it slowly. A tentative turn of the handle before he pushes it in with a light tap. His curls precede him when he tilts his head in and you can already see the smile curled into his cheeks. “Well this is romantic.”

“Yeah I can do that sometimes.”

Finally he takes a full step in while taking a sip of his beer but he stops all his movement when his eyes adjust in the disappearing sunlight and soft glow from your candles. The bottle pops away from his mouth and you giggle at his wide eyes roving over you. He keeps glancing down at your legs, crossed at the knee and bouncing slightly with your nerves. You try not to grip the guitar too tight but it’s a lifeline right now while he digests the scene in front of him.

“What’s this for?” He asks quietly, hands hanging at his sides, beer forgotten.

“Well, I thought you could teach me a few chords?”

“Teach you-!” His voice cracks in his surprise and he laughs quietly behind his hand he holds to his lips. “You want me to teach you a few chords while your…doing all this.”

“Unless you don’t want to.” There’s hesitation now because he seems to only be laughing and you’re not sure if thinks this is absurd after a long days work or if he’s finding the effort funny.

“No!” He starts finally. Jolts to put his beer down on the dresser and holds a hand up. “No this is perfect.” He pads over to the bed before toeing off his socks and kneeling next to you, a palm finding your cheek to cradle it. “This is gonna keep me totally focused.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah see,” he swings his other knee onto the bed and shuffles till he’s behind you, that palm sliding down off your cheek to brush back your hair over your shoulder, “I can hold your hands over the strings. Like this.” He hooks his chin on your shoulder and stares at the dark space between you and the body of his guitar. His hands cover yours and he lines them up finger for finger so he can pull your hand up and down the neck, slowly, suggestively. His juvenile humor makes you laugh but it also sets your belly afire with want.

“So what are you gonna teach me first, Mr. Munson?”

“Call me Eddie, please.”

“Okay Eddie. What chord?” You cheese at him, playing into his bit.

“I think you should start with a D chord.” For all his suppressed giggles and blushing cheeks he does press three fingers into yours for the right chord. “It’s a good one.”

“Feels like a stretch.” You turn your head to look at him still staring at your cleavage pressed into the red and black body.

“Yeah, but you’ll learn to like it.” He drags his gaze up to settle on your lips. “Here, stay like that.” He moves his hand off your on the frets so he can pull your hair back from your neck. “Then strum with this hand-ah, not so fast. Slower.”

“Jesus, Eddie.” You chuckle at him and his innuendos.

“What? You gotta go slow, baby.” The tip of his nose runs along your neck before his lips do, just a ghost of a touch while you gently bounce your hand on the strings. “See?” A firmer press of his lips now. He smells like coffee and metal, heat from under his layers that mixes with his waning cologne. He drops his other hand from yours to sneak it around your side so his fingertips graze the bottom swell of your breast. “You make her sound better than I ever did.” Mumbled into your skin and the space you’ve created while your head lolls to the side. A single note played softly over and over while he envelopes you slowly. One hand inching up further to palm at your chest, the other grasping and crawling over your thigh and seeking out the heat between them.

You stall for a moment when his fingers brush your mound but he clicks his tongue at you.

“If I’m distracting you, I can stop.”

“No!” A sharp hit of the strings while you get back into the monotony of it and Eddie’s fingers continue their journeys. He coaxes your knees apart before settling behind you and pulling you back into his chest. The guitar shifts and your chest is hit with cooler air but his palm covers one tit, rolling your hardening nipple under his calloused hand.

“Keep it up.” He pulls your knee up before letting his hand glide down your inner thigh and only coming to stop when he can dip a finger into your wet heat. Both of you gasp but you loose the thread of concentration and suddenly his touch is missing. “I’m serious.” His smile is evident in his voice, his mirth brimming at you being at his mercy. “Keep going and I’ll make it worth your while.” He helps you rearrange your fingers before he’s drawn back to your warmth, fingers gliding aimlessly through your folds while you try to keep your mind on the right path. The tip of his fingers flick up over your clit in small burst that stay just out of reach of any real pleasure. Nothing that will last or make your eyes roll but they make your leg jump with every brush against that bundle.

“I’ll have you playing Slayer by the end of the night if I keep this up.” He’s so casual behind you and all you can do is nod. Laugh through your nose and nuzzle the back of your head into his collarbone; slump down further into his fingers that are finding their purpose now. Gentle prodding at your entrance that you breathily encourage and Eddie joyously teases before dipping in and finally making your eyes roll back. The steady strum of the guitar sounds softer now but you couldn’t really care especially when his teeth find your earlobe. Heavy breathing in your ear while he works his fingers in and out, curled up to find that spot that makes you go taut with pleasure.

Your grip on the guitar is loosening, barely a sound coming from it now that he’s got you pinned under both hands. “Eddie I-“

“Don’t drop her.” A swift pinch of your nipple makes you yelp and hold it back up against your torso, if only for a moment before you turn to butter in his lap. “I’m cutting you some slack here, gorgeous.” He grinds the heel of his palm down against you and you try to roll your hips into his hand, a circle of delight that has you almost forgetting what this whole thing started as. There’s a catch when Eddie adjust to curl over your shoulder and every graze of his fingers along your insides makes your vision go white.

“Eddie, fuck!”

“Yeah?” It just drives him harder, those dimples a threat to your sanity when he starts abusing his newfound toy. “Right there?” He asks even though he knows just by the way you buckle against him. The hand at your chest holds you to him like a vice and he pushes you further towards the edge. One well placed wet kiss against your cheek and a heavy drag of his fingers and your tightrope snaps, plummets you off the face of the earth for a few silent moments while Eddie lets you ride off the aftershocks on his hand.

In your bliss you feel him pry your fingers off the neck of his guitar and he swings it away to lean it on the dresser. “You didn’t let her drop. Good job.” A kiss pressed to your sweaty forehead.

“I can listen.”

“Not very well. You stopped playing.” He pulls his undershirt over his head and starts working on his belt. “I don’t know if you got the full understanding of exactly how you should play a D chord.” His grin is salacious while you stretch out on his bed, waiting for him to finish his joke. “And while you might be my favorite student, you need to learn some better studying habits.” He points a mocking finger in your direction.

“And how should I go about that?” You watch him stand and shed the remainder of his clothes. “You’re a terrible distraction Eddie.”

He climbs back onto the bed to hover over you, mischief in his eyes while he plays with the ends of your hair, a smile and a laugh directly softly at you. “I think I have the perfect tool to help you.”

#asks!#My Fic #Eddie Munson Fic #Eddie Munson Fluff #Eddie Munson Smut #Eddie Munson x Reader #is this what you were looking for? I hope so #if not my bad I got carried away

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aliettali · 7 months

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request: anakin, ahsoka, and rex in a snowball fight (anakin cheats with the force or something idk)

what a loser. GET HIM

bonus:

#my art #the clone wars #tcw #captain rex #star wars ahsoka #ahsoka tano #fanart #anakin skywalker #star wars anakin #i got reeeaalllly carried away with this one my bad #eat shit and die is a really funny phrase to me #to the person who requested serennedy im working on it im really sorry #i got assblasted w artblock for a bit #i'll be back #ochi helped w this one #ochi-does-art i love u stay silly its a cruel world out there

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painfully-unoriginal · 6 months

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why did they give him this colorswapped outfit for the little dreamworks intro and then not use it for the rest of the special LMFAOOOO

#my art #the bad guys #tbg mr wolf #dreamworks #also ya i got carried away i downloaded a bunch of new fx brushes and wanted to PLAY WITH THEM OKAY

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colorless-vector · 12 days

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He doesn't have any personal things on his wall or bed after his brothers left. These things were personal and only for The Bad Batch to see. For the Empire he has no petsonality. Almost all the people around him were strangers. Crosshair was alone in a place full of people. The only ones who understood him had left him. He wasn't able to show his feelings to the people who didn't see him like his brothers did.

He was so lonely and angy😭😭😭

He was like a teenager with adolescent maximalism

And later in prison he had nothing at all and he didn't want to have anything. He understood how mislead he was and decided that he should accept his imprisonment. He thought he didn't deserve good things anymore and lost hope in everything (until the little sunshine came to save him from prison and himself in his self-loathing). His family abandoned him (in his point of view), the Empire betrayed him. He only sent one message only to warn the batch to keep Omega away from the Empire. After doing that he almost gave up on himself

He must have felt so broken

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shakingparadigm · 17 days

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what is the theory that ivan manipulated the event where till and mizi met the wagyein?

It's not a theory, actually! It's confirmed that Ivan orchestrated the whole event. The true reason as to why however is still unknown. The information provides more context to this scene, though:

During the earlier times of ALNST the most rational explanation for this scene was that Till ran after a flower crown (presumably Mizi's) and Ivan followed him in out of curiosity. Now we know that Ivan was conveniently just standing there because he was waiting.

Side note, I find it heartbreaking (and maybe a little funny, sorry) that Till most likely didn't notice Ivan in this scene. That's just like him, isn't it. Always too busy running after Mizi while Ivan trails behind, an ever-present shadow.

I'm not sure how Ivan manipulated the circumstances for both of them to end up there, but it is confirmed that everything was intentional. What strikes me most is how they describe this particular scene:

I can't copy down what they said word-for-word (Patreon info), but they described Ivan watching "creepily" as Till and Mizi are faced with danger. We know that Ivan was familiar with the Cerberus wagyein beforehand, enough to touch its teeth and even to rest himself inside its maw. To Ivan, the wagyein is not dangerous, but to Till and Mizi, it could be. Ivan prepared the wagyein, led them there, and watched "creepily" from afar as Till fell on his knees, seemingly injured.

The closest I can get to making sense of Ivan's "scheme" is that he wanted to see how other children would react in a dangerous situation. Ivan's always been an observer, after all, and he's learned to survive by copying the more "normal" behaviors of his peers. This situation occured when Ivan was still young and had not yet developed his more charming mask, so perhaps he staged this encounter to study a situational response, to learn and mimic the emotion of fear. And what better subjects for the experiment than two of the most expressive and reactive humans of their batch? It helps that he was already fixated on Till beforehand, too. I think Ivan became irreversibly obssessed after this incident, especially since it's framed as a turning point in Ivan's life, comparing Till to the stars.

This is just my attempt at an interpretation, though. It could very well be for another reason. He most likely chose Till and Mizi specifically for personal reasons, not just for reaction. I'm still not sure on the purpose behind the whole thing.

The team wanted to capture Ivan's "dark emotions" through the shot of his stalking, which could relate to his more sinister intentions. His gaze can be read in a few different ways, though. Curiosity, interest, fear, etc. Maybe that's why they decided to redraw the shot in ROUND 6.

I think this better sells the feeling they were trying to convey.

#ivan u fucked up little guy.#also okay i just wanna clear this up #i know i make a lot of posts about ivans darker side and his more problematic traits #but this isn't me trying to villainize him or reduce him down to “toxic yaoi”#I HOPE YOU GUYS KNOW ALL MY TOXIC YAOI POSTS ARE LIGHTHEARTED.#i just want to clarify that ivan was always intended to be a darker and complicated character. even since his debut in round 3 #the way i refer to ivan (“twisted” “creepy” “obssessive” etc) are literally the direct words used by q and v themselves to describe him #but despite that id like to emphasize that i don't see ivan as a villain or a completely bad person. hes complicated #there is no normalcy in this world they are living in. none of the characters know what being truly normal is #this isn't me condoning his actions #but it has to be acknowledged that alnst is fucked up in nature. we can't expect perfect relationships from people who are born to die #plus ivan has a lot more layers past the “dark” parts. he's constantly battling himself and his desires #especially at the end of round 6 where he performs a myriad of conflicting actions (kiss strangle peck smile)#thanks to the r6 production notes we now know that ivan was going through a rapid internal conflict #“sure and unsure at the same time”#there is sooo much to ivan. his low self-esteem. his desire and possessiveness despite knowing till will never love him #his VEHEMENT insistence that till will never love him vs his desperate persistence in trying anyway #uh i need to shut up i think #anyways sorry. just wanted to clarify my thoughts on him in case people think im. yk.#in short. hes a fucked up little freak and he fascinates me. this poor tragic child. i love him.#SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY #alnst #alien stage #alien stage ivan #alnst ivan #asks

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system-architect · 2 months

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mistwalker, revenant, and fractal savant

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #asura #gw2 asura #gw2 fan submission #gw2 fan art #gw2 fanart #my art #my stuff #gunner #asura!gunner #MAN IM REALLY PROUD OF THIIIISSSS #IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A KIND OF SIMPLE PIECE FOR SOME BIOS OF MY MAIN CHARAS I WANTED TO DO #BUT I GOT CARRIED AWAY............#the claw and eye are from the mallyx elite i didnt know how to convey it better without messing up the composition #posting this at a bad time. whatever

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leviscolwill · 6 months

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plastic off the sofa

pairing: gavi x reader

summary: moving with your boyfriend ignites an unexpected heart to heart discussion (wc: 0,6k)

contents: angst but make it fluffy, good ending, injured gavi

note: disscussing gavi with @zowanew is never a good idea bc look what she's done guys 😞

now playing: plastic off the sofa by beyonce...

heavy cardboard boxes overflown with books and stationery were all over the floor, making the brand new house look like the louvre from its sleek white interior.

the emptiness of the living room would almost be unsettling, if it wasn't for pablo slumped on the only furniture of the room, his crutches were thrown far away from him, as if he tried to forget about their whole existence. the brand new couch was still enveloped in plastic wraps, you sat next to him, careful not to hurt him in any way after his surgery.

the move was long planned, and you knew your boyfriend felt awful about his lack of help. as much as he pleaded to help you with at least one light box, you categorically denied him, not wanting him to make any big effort post-surgery.

your hand instinctively found its home to the back of his neck, tracing little patterns and stroking his newly short hair. pablo was torn between the undying feeling of uselessness, both on and off the pitch, and the overwhelming urge to shower his girl with all the love he could give you.

he chose the most comfortable option, constisting in hiding his face in the crook of your neck, the warmth of your fingers still burning on his skin. pablo took the opportunity to kiss the warm and inviting skin of your neck.

“i’m so lucky to share a house with you, i love you”, his mumbles would be absolute gibberish to anyone, but you weren't anyone.

despite understanding every word, you decided to make the most out of your boyfriend sudden need to voice his appreciation towards you, “what was that baby?”

you felt his lips turned into a smile against your neck, “you know what i said, don’t make me say it again.”

barcelona’s sun was setting down on the city when he lifted his face away from the comfort of your neck. pablo’s fingers, calloused from the cold winter, traced your jaw.

“i’m sorry, i really wish i helped today you know.” your eyes rolled against your will at his nonsense, you feared pablo’s constant abnegation would ruin him at some point.

“i don't need you to help pablo, i need you to get better, feel better, and you can’t do that with all this pressure you’re putting on yourself amor.” the serious look on your face only made him feel more sorry for you. it was never in your plan to deal with an injured and stubborn boyfriend, and on top of that, a move to a new house, when he was the one insisting you should get one together. he would give so much for you to live a peaceful life instead of all the things you did for him right now.

pablo could feel tears gathering in this eyes and looked at the floor in hopes of hiding it from you, “yeah, sorry.” he didn't know where they were coming from, anger? sadness? frustration? probably a mix of all these emotions.

his voice, however, was a dead giveaway. after all these years you knew him all too well. the thought of you being the reason behind his tears was enough for your eyes to water as well.

“no... don’t say sorry. you don't have to be sorry about anything”, you tilted your boyfriend’s face up so his eyes could meet yours, your hands wiped away a couple stray tears. “it’s a tough phase right now, but you’ll make it, i know you will… alright?”

he connected his lips to yours in a kiss that wordlessly gave you every answer you needed, his thumb stroked your wet cheek, in hopes to erase every remnant trace of sadness off you. when you parted away to catch your breath, you leaned your forehead against his, lost in his brown eyes that were ready to follow you anywhere you wanted.

“we’ll do it together cariño”

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syn4k · 9 months

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to be, or not to be (romanticization of the inevitable)

#ray's tag #keys' art #undescribed #skeletons #ok to reblog #the skeleton model that i traced for this was provided by the incredible kiku @kikunai whom you can find right here on tumblr!#so uh. This is a piece about chronic fatigue although the original idea i had for it drifted a bit as soon as I started coloring the linear #(i really enjoy shading and lighting things and got a bit carried away here but i stand by my choice because this is my favorite thing #that i've ever drawn)#anyways. i often feel especially lately with school being back in season that my bones are leaden with this sort of. weariness. theyre heav #it weighs on our mental health and energy a lot and although there's a couple of reasons we have been given for it #that doesn't remove the fact that this is still a thing that affects us in a very real way day to day although we are good at masking it.#often i come home to find that i do not have the physical mental or creative energy to work on things i really want to #especially project: nexus which i feel extra bad about even though i can't help it because i just started it so recently #it is a mild to moderate struggle to make it day to day and i just. wanted to represent this somehow #my original concept for this was a skeleton with some black goop gunk whatever leaking from its joints #but as i started adding the cracks and coloring them gold (a personal touch; kintsugi is a concept that is very dear to us)#i realized that the focus here was less on the condition itself and more on the body that it afflicts.#so i put it into a spotlight.#ironic i know since very little people acknowledge this irl or even know it exists at all but i added rim lighting. I added color gradients #I colored the lineart and made it all fancy and even added a flare for the head to get the point across that even at its core; disability i #a performance. this is not implying that disabilities are fake in fact this is the opposite of that. i wanted to show that with disabilitie #especially i think in my personal opinion the invisible ones #we are all masking at least a little bit during the vast majority of the day. humans are social creatures and it is only when we are alone #or with someone we deeply trust where we allow ourselves to be who we truly are without fear and even then that can be rare #so i wanted to show this bit of the soul in as broad a limelight as i could. idk this is a really abstract piece and i dont know if anyone #will even get it but it matters to me at least. and even though we've been largely bedridden for the past week i think that's okay #we will get it figured out. all of us. okay? okay. i love you. i fucking love you. we are going to fucking make it #(also the xes over the eyes are because i thought they looked cool they have no deeper meaning at least i think they dont #actually i think they do but i cant put it into words idk. Art is subjective assign your own meaning i'm gonna go get a shower)

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hopelesslygaysstuff · 8 months

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Hmm so what about mommy Wanda coming home after a long and stressful day. She’s spent the entire time in meetings at the compound receiving very explicit text messages from you and very revealing photos. Her patience wearing thin. As soon as she gets home she’s forcing you to the ground and making you please her until she’s satisfied. Then lets you cockwarm her enchanted strap as a mini award while she works on reports that she couldn’t finish because you were being such a slut for her. She doesn’t let you cum that night but she lets you cockwarm her while going to sleep. You wake up in the morning to her still inside you and admiring your restful face. As soon as she notices you’re awake she covers your face in kisses. As she’s kissing you she unintentionally moves inside you causing you to let out a soft moan. She takes that as a sign to start teasing you and rocking gently into you. She gently pushes you onto your back so she can go a little faster. You can start to feel your much needed release rise and you know that Wanda is close too. You grasp onto her back desperately right as she cums. She she pulls out and makes you suck her clean and then tells you she has to go back to the compound for more meeting. She leaves you there soaked with a kiss to your cheek and the soft whisper to make it up to you tonight.

yesssss, reader lovesssss testing wanda. also edging as a punishment??!! top tier for sure.

as soon as she gets home, her eyebrows drawn and underwear damp, she sees your smirking face peeking out from your spot on the couch. at the mere sight of you sprawled out casually in only her sweater, she can't stop herself from grabbing your neck and forcing you to your knees. sitting down where you had just been on the couch, she spreads her legs as she pulls her skirt up, her hand firmly tangled in your hair as she brings your face closer to her.

"you've made mommy very upset, sweetheart. you know how much i hate teasing, it's almost as if you're begging to be punished." and when you let out a soft moan at her words, she knows she's right. taking no mercy on you, she practically shoves your head against her core, grinding softly on your face as she's finally releasing some of the pent up tension she's had since the first text message she received from you. you do your best, your tongue lapping up her arousal as she comes, not stopping even when your jaw starts to ache. by the third time wanda orgasms, you feel tears welling up at the tight hold she still has on your hair, your neck tightening from the awkward kneeling position you're in.

"did you think mommy was going to go easy on you? punishments aren't fun, darling. and i really don't like doing this, but how else will you learn your lesson?" wanda is unforgiving, holding your face against her as she comes two more times, before she pulls you up by the neck and drags you towards the bedroom.

you think she's finally going to fuck you when she walks over the the closet, grabbing her favorite strap on. you wait, not protesting when she leads you to her office, and sitting down on her strap with no resistance, your arousal leaking onto her thighs as she powers on her computer. "you're going to sit here and be quiet, like a good little slut. alright? a single sound or movement out of you and mommy won't touch you for a week."

you want to cry at the thought, but you stay still, every muscle in your body shaking as you tense up. wanda softly rubs circles into your thigh as she types with one hand, the movement letting you know that she's only punishing you for your behavior, not because she's actually mad at you.

after an excruciating half hour, your eyes have glazed over and your head is resting on her shoulder. she allowed the movement, saying, "i know my baby is tired, just a few more minutes and mommy will be done. you're taking me so well, honey."

then, finally she brings you to bed, carrying you with the strap still buried deep inside your pussy. you wake up immediately, your eyes hopeful as wanda laughs. "oh, sweetheart. did you think you were getting fucked tonight? no darling, you made mommy wait all fucking day, so now you get to wait all night."

you go to bed drenched, your pussy squeezing around her strap as she holds you close.

waking up the next morning, you're surprised to see her green eyes already open, her face soft as she smiles gently. you smile back, leaning forward to kiss her, your arms wrapping around her shoulders. that's when you feel it, and all the memories of the night before come rushing back in an instant. her strap is still buried in you, and you rock your hips slightly.

bad mistake.

the low simmering arousal that had been festering all night, returned with a vengeance. it swept through you, and you could have sobbed when wanda started moving, her hips purposeful as she slowly thrusts into you. you can barely think, the only thing on your mind being your orgasm.

wanda can tell that you're close, and she feels her own orgasm rising as she watches your face scrunch up and feels your hips attempting to rock against her. she rolls the two of you over until your back is against the mattress, and pins your hands against the pillow.

"go on, sweetheart. come as much as you'd like. mommy's sorry she made you wait all night but i think you've learned your lesson now, haven't you?" you nod frantically, your eyes wide and hopeful as she begins fucking into you earnestly. your nails dig into her back, your pussy over sensitive from cock warming her all night, and wanda comes instantly at the sensation. her hips stutter and jerks against your, pressing against your clit perfectly, and you come right after her, your moans filling the room as she brings you down from your high.

you're absolutely devastated when she pulls out, feeling empty and definitely unsatisfied. she presses the strap against your lips, and you immediately stick out your tongue and clean her off, your juices dripping down the soft skin of your inner thigh as you do so. even sucking her off doesn't fully sate your hunger. wanda just smiles at you, her eyes glinting as she urges you out of bed, kissing you softly before saying, "mommy has to go back for a few more meetings. if you behave yourself, i'll reward you tonight by letting you come as many times as you want, however you want."

#holy shit #this is long #my bad #i got carried away #i did not proofread this #just let the smut gods take over my brain and fingers #and typed away like the little gay mess i am #charsgaythoughts #wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff x reader #dom!wanda #wanda x reader #marvel #mcu #mean!wanda #soft somno

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skyeslittlecorner · 2 months

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Can I request a Raphael x angel MC please 🥺

The Gabriel x Michelle and Lucifer x Michael were so good 😭😭

I'm stuck with you and your scenarios now 😠

You're welcome, dear~! I see my total eclipse of the brain bring some good after all. I hope I will be able to fulfill this request. Rafael is on the verge of being a character I dare write for, but let's try.

It was all your fault, that you make Raphael feel so special, then forget about it, and after all, you died. Lowly, pathetic human being. How dare you? Do you think he will forgive you for this? Tsk. Not only stupid, but naive, too. You are lucky that you chose to be reincarnated in heaven. Maybe there's still a chance for your pitiful soul.

And *maybe* you will repent if stop teasing him and start to suck.

Even though you were below him, licking his piercing and letting him tug at your hair, you knew who was boss. Poor, unaware angel. Blessing? Being the chosen one? Good joke. Only few strokes and his tip was already covered with whitish ooze. You raised an eyebrow and snickered.

“And who is the pathetic one?”

He grabbed your hair harder.

“Shut... up. Do your work.”

“Truly pathetic…” Your tongue stroked his trembling manhood. “Swayed so easily.”

“Enough!”

As you opened your lips once more, he thrusted deep inside your mouth. Smiled vindictively as you chocked. He wanted you to lose your breath, to finally be quiet, and obediently end the act of his ascension. As cruelly, as holy. New madness hitted his insides as you murmured with a trickle of saliva ran down your chin.

“Better…” Those full cheeks, clenched throat and murderous intent in your eyes make you both dirty and perfect. Perfect to be used. Clouded with pleasure, he thought that he found his new favorite toy.

All Raphael stans! Let me redirect you to @livelaughlovesubs and her wonderful fics - here you got first and second part. I assume you've already seen it, if not, check it out~ She can write and catch his personality way better than me

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb raphael #skye's little talk #IGNORE MY RAMBLING IN TAGS #i know it may be not as good as previous ones #especially since Raphael is the seraph I have the hardest time empathizing with #I hope I didn't make it sound too ooc well oops lmao #i feel i'm wayy better when i can write in third person with actual characters #because mc must be more ambiguous and I can't go all in with them like with two characters that have established story and personality #ok established is a big word for characters we don't know yet #but i can make headcanons based on common ground #and for mc we may have the default ra-on but lets be honest most of us makes mc totally different from what we know in-game #especially when it comes to personality and that's crucial in writing #or maybe it's because i'm way more used for style i use in a book than for fanwriting cuz i got way more expirience in the first one #ahemmm i got a little carried away

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boytumms · 11 months

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Random thoughts i've had today: A warrior in some fantasy world, captured by the enemy when his army is defeated in battle. But they don't execute him, no, he's strong and valiant in battle, qualities that are too admirable to just be wasted... So he is brought to the temple of a deity of fertility, and the soldiers who have captured him begin to fuck him right there at the deity's altar, taking turns breeding him until he is full of their seed, his pain and his pleasure a suitable sacrifice to the deity to make sure that it will take.

Soon he is pregnant, carrying the children of the best warriors in the land, and when he's a warrior himself as well, his babies are sure to grow to be strong, to have the best possible chance to become fine warriors too.

How many children he's carrying, he has no idea, but there must be many, because within just a few months, his captors no longer need keep him in chains, his already-massive belly is enough of a hindrance that he can't escape. And the babies do indeed seem strong before they've even born, kicking with vigour at the walls of the womb, rarely giving him a moment of peace. His captors prod eagerly at the tight skin of his stomach, they too trying to guess just how many children he's carrying.

By the time he reaches the ninth month of pregnancy, he can hardly move from the weight of his belly, and his captors barely bother keeping an eye on him anymore, since it's not like he's going anywhere anyway. So, when the contractions start, there's no one around at first, no one even within earshot to hear him scream at the pain...

ooooohh imagine after hours of being stuck on the ground screaming in labor and unable to give birth to his massive babies, the guards finally come back to find him writhing in agony. They lift him up by his arms and drag him out of his cell, and he thinks they're taking him to a doctor, but to his horror, they drag him outside to a stage outside the castle walls instead. He's tied up with his hands above his head, left to hang from a wooden stake, barely able to hold the weight of his enormous belly on his weak trembling legs.

Below him, he sees the army of his fellow warriors, looking up at him in horror as fluids squirt and drip between his legs, squeezed out as his belly contracts over and over. He realizes he's being used to humiliate his own kingdom, forced to give birth to the enemies offspring in front of his own people. As hard as he tries to stay stoic and hide his pain, the contractions are so strong he can’t stop the screams and cries of pain that rip from his throat every time a contraction tears through him.

Now that he’s standing, he can feel the first of many babies start to slide down his birth canal, aided by the force of gravity pulling it through his body. The stretch is unbearable as the massive head slowly inches it’s way out, forcing his body to widen in a way it was never meant to stretch. He grunts and moans and pushes with all his strength, trying to give birth to his babies as quickly as possible, but their massive size proves to be difficult even for a warrior like him.

Below, he feels the hundreds of eyes staring up at his struggling body, shame and humiliation burning on his face while he writhes and struggles. His legs spread open against his will, forcing his body to widen around the baby's head. He can now feel it start to press against his hole, battering against the tight ring of muscle with each push. Despite his efforts, the baby refuses to crown, slipping back each time he stops pushing through his contractions.

He bucks his hips wildly and wails in pain, too tired to care how he looks in front of his army anymore. He's so desperate to get these babies out of his overgrown belly but the first one is stuck and no matter how hard he pushes, it wont move any further. His tummy twists and deforms with each contraction, the shapes of his massive babies thrashing inside him becoming visible as the skin tightens around their bodies.

His captors decide he’s taking too long, not wanting their offspring to be damaged in labor, they lower his ropes, letting him lay down on his back and spread his legs as wide as he can. After hours of pushing, finally the head crowns, stretching him wide open for all to see, his hole bulging obscenely around the head as it slowly slips from his body. It pops out with a gush of fluid and a cry of agony from the exhausted warrior. He lays there panting and moaning with his baby’s head hanging from his body, mustering up the strength to keep pushing.

The crowd below him watches in horrified silence, listening to him pant and moan and scream through the pain. Now that he's on his back his captors order the guards to get the babies moving. They move to stand beside him, one on each side, and place both hands flat on the top of his heaving belly. The warrior cries and begs them not to, but he's too weak and helpless to stop them as they shove his tummy down, crushing his belly while it contracts, forcing the shoulders of his first born to tear their way out of his battered hole.

He shrieks in agony as they shove down on his tummy over and over, thrashing wildly against his restraints. The pain is so bad his vision goes white and all he can feel is his belly being squeezed and the burning pain between his legs. Even with the help of the guards, it takes them the whole day to push all eight babies out of his belly, the last baby slipping out of his ruined hole just as the sun goes down.

It's finally over, belly empty but still swollen and puffy after being so hugely pregnant for so long. He pants and wheezes, barely hanging onto consciousness as his captors laugh and jeer and him and the horrified crowd that watched him labor for hours. The last thing he feels before blacking out is his ruined body being dragged back into the castle, and hearing his captors warning his people that any who oppose them will end up just like him

#ask #anonymous #mpreg #birth #labor #writings #i got so carried away with this one my bad

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gayfour · 3 months

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#my phone and laptop show colours entirely differently it turns out #i had to change the colours because it looked so bad on my phone #and then i got a bit carried away so now hes three of him #my finger hurts #mr spock #spock tos #star trek the original series #spock #st tos #tos star trek #star trek tos #tos spock #tw bright colors #my art

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 2 years

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CHUBBY CHASER USHIJIMA PLEASE SUNNY I CAN'T. He sees you out in public and approaches you with his serious face and intimidating frame just to say "you are very beautiful" and offer to pay for whatever it is you're buying. Or if you're friends and mention your ex not being able to pick you up he's like "it would be very easy for me to lift you. Would you like me to?" and he just carries you around for a while until you stop being flustered and ask for him to put you down. He tries not to be pervy about it because he's a respectable young man but he really does go crazy for thigh highs. He daydreams about kissing the tops of them where your thighs pudge up from the band and feeling them press against his ears while he makes you squeal with his tongue. Your tummy is his favorite thing though, he'll stand behind you while you're doing stuff and just rest his hands on your cute tummy and knead it like a cat. Or use it as a pillow while you snuggle and lazily place kisses on it. Wahhh :((( -rosie

NAURRRR NONONO IM CREAMINGGGG 😭 you got me out here thinkin things and writin things :(

CW: chubby fem reader, mentions of body insecurities, male masturbation, smut, this got way too long im sorry sksksk

Omg b-but friend Ushijima 🥺 yall have known each other since high school when you were a manager for his volleyball team. He's always been blunt, telling you that your hair looks nice today or that you look very pretty in that dress, but you always brush it off bc that's just Wakatoshi! He's just bein nice, he's always such a gentleman :) you don't put much thought into his compliments bc he's your friend and you don't wanna ruin that. Besides, what would a big pro volleyball player like him want with a big gal like yourself? Regardless, you like Wakatoshi as a friend, you don't wanna ruin anything but trying to pursue a romantic relationship.

So you stay friends in college, hanging out when your schedules match, usually just chilling at your apartment. You play games or just watch tv, and you're so comfortable around him that you just wear whatever and don't think about the consequences bc it's just Ushi!! It's just your buddy, it's not weird if you walk around without a bra or underwear, wearing a tank top and itty bitty shorts in summer and thigh highs and big sweaters in the winter. You're just dressing comfy, aint nothin else to it

Oh. If only you knew. If only you knew how Ushijima felt and what those skimpy little casual outfits did to him :( he's a gentleman through and through, he was taught to respect women, but god does he wish he could be disrespectful with you :( sees you in the summer, watches your tits bounce as you walk, your ass peeking out from the bottom of your shorts, lewdly sucking a popsicle, not knowing how sexy you look :( then in winter when you where those goddamn thigh highs, the ones that look so soft and inviting, the ones he wants to slip his fingers under as he watches tv with you :( he has to put a pillow on his lap to hide his boner during those cold months :( oh god, but it's even worse when you steal his sweatshirts or hoodies and wear em, your chubby body still so tiny compared to his hulking frame, making you drown in the fabric. You look so cute and innocent, the sleeves falling past your hands, the hem of it stopping mid thigh, giving him the tiniest peek of your squished thighs in those pretty socks. He cant help but imagine you on your back, his old hoodie tucked over your breasts as he bucks into you, soft body jiggling with each thrust :( He may not be able to control himself, may have to sneak off to the bathroom and jerk off real quick so he doesn't do something wrong and push your boundaries :(

Oh no, but what if it all comes to a head when you break up with your boyfriend :( Ushi comes over to comfort you and listen to you rant about how awful he was and how he never put your feelings first and he couldn't even lift you up—

"I could lift you up. It would be very easy for me. Would you like me to show you?"

And you're nervous and try to dissuade him but he's already standing and helping you up from the couch and suddenly he's scooping you up in his arms and carrying you like a princess 🥺 he's not even breaking a sweat, he's not straining or shaking at all, you're like a bag of feathers to him 🥺 oh god but now you can't stop thinkin bout how big and strong he is and how he's always so nice to you and you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second :( gotta tell him to let you down quick or else you'll start moaning :(

It's not long after that when Ushijima asks you out and you're too infatuated with him to say no :( he treats you so much better than your ex, taking you to your favorite places, always putting your needs first, never pushing your boundaries :( such a gentleman, you just wanna thank him for always bein so sweet and takin care of you :( maybe it starts with just kisses but it quickly turns into heated makeout sessions and dry humping and shoving your hands down each other's pants to get each other off :( but he never pushes you to do anything you don't want. This relationship goes at your pace, the last thing he wants to do is rush you

Buuuut... you've never really considered yourself the patient type 👉👈 so you may go a bit fast and get him into bed as soo as possible and dear god, is he hung like a horse 💦 so long and thick, you didn't think you'd ever see such a big cock in real life. Wasn't this stuff reserved for porn and unrealistic dildos?? You're anxious to be filled but what if it's too big?? What if you can't even get the head in?? What if Ushijima is unsatisfied with you and leaves—

But all those worrisome thoughts leave your pretty head once he goes down on you, his head hidden under your skirt, hands squeezing at your sock covered thighs. He makes you cum twice on his tongue before he introduces his fingers, those thick digits scissoring inside you, helping your muscles expand and relax. You've soaked the sheets by the time he's done, and he hasn't even put his cock in you yet :( even with all that prepping, he still has to bully his cock inside, thumbing your clit to try and get you to relax so you stop squeezin him so hard, if you don't let up he's gonna cum with just a few thrusts :(

It takes some work but he finally gets his whole cock inside you 💦 he's so gentle, going slow, giving these long strokes, making sure you're ok :( god, you just want him to ruin you already!! You want him to fuck you like he means it!! You beg him sweetly to go faster, harder, you're a big girl you can take it, cmon 'toshi just let go and let me make you feel good 💕 you're such a vixen but he doesn't give in, keeping the same steady pace until you cum on his cock, forcing him over the edge as well.

And there's soooo much cum 😭 it can't even fit inside, spilling out as he's cumming. As he cleans you up, you wonder if it would stay inside better if your hips were tilted up... maybe with your legs back? A mating press perhaps?? Thoughts swirl through your head but it'll all have to wait till next time bc once Toshi has cleaned the two of you up and gets back in bed with you, he's out like a light sksksks

#ask #smut #ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #chubby reader #fem reader #chubby fem reader #hi yes i got carried away my bad 🧍‍♀️#rosie 🥀#☀️ asks

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aupermittymeowmeow · 2 years

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I love her smh<33

#Shes my wife yall #Too bad #So sad #*insert evil laugh*#MWAHHAHAHHAH #Princess Peach #Mario Bros. Chris Rat lmao #I was trying to make a profile picture for my discord but I kinda got carried away I guess so yeah #Transgender Peach My Beloved

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onlyseokmins · 1 year

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it would be a lie to say you weren't a little nervous when you heard about tiger hybrid!hoshi moving in next door to you. But the cute twitch of his round ears and adorable striped tail that swishes and curls nervously around his leg when you strike up the courage and greet him for the first time lowers your guard. And the realization quickly dawns on you that he's too cute to even thinking about being afraid of a hybrid like him.

he's helpful and much more neighborly than the former owners. he offers assistance if you have a heavy load of groceries because he has double the strength of a normal man with enhanced genes and low-key enjoys flexing it for you. he also has a thing for analyzing and putting stuff together - displayed by the various furniture and decor you like to buy and assemble with him around.

of course, he's entirely content to just laze around, cracking his jaw while he yawns and observes you working on it. not wanting to take the joy away from what you wanted to do yourself. however, if you huff cutely and ask for help, he's more than happy to assist - having already figured out where the piece you're struggling with goes because he's endearing annoying like that.

you're not exactly sure when it happened but you've grown so comfortable around him. he makes you feel safe. even when he flashes a toothy smile your way, dangerously sharp canines on display - and yet you don't feel a shred of fear.

which is why you don't hesitate to ask if you can touch one of them - entranced by their wicked shape. and of course, he lets you. widening his jaw in a way that doesn't spook you (though that doesn't even cross your mind) and his eyes narrow as a weird sense of joy fills him, rumbling in his chest and turning into a purr of encouragement.

when your fingers brush a little too tenderly on his chin, cradling his face now as you're still so mesmerized by his large tooth - his purr turns to a groan and his lips instinctively wrap around the finger in his mouth and suckles on it, teeth nipping into the skin with care. his eyes shift from soft brown to a rich orange that glows with desire. and he growls ever so slightly causing your breath to halt.

and then suddenly he releases your finger and the moment's gone. hoshi jokes about giving you a tooth to hang around your neck much like the one he has of his late mother's. you find the sentiment sort of sweet if not terribly morbid and forget all about what just happened because even if it's the first time you're sitting on his lap, it feels so natural to you.

it doesn't register until a couple days later when you actively do not see hoshi at all. like whatsoever. you might've thought he moved out or something if you didn't see an occasional light on and his car parked stationary in the driveway.

there's only one explanation. he's sick.

it's only happened a few times since you've met but every once in a while he gets a terribly bad fever and is knocked out of commission for days. but you're obviously worried and bang adamantly at his door with the threat of not going away unless you physically see him to make sure he's okay.

he doesn't want to answer but he also can't resist you so he begrudgingly opens up - tiny ears flat against his matted hair and a sweaty sheen coating his unclothed upper body. you remember the first time you saw the pigmented stripes covering his shoulders. your eyes trace the patterns that ripple in time with his labored inhale of air.

you want to come in, waving the container of broth you'd warmed for him but as tempting as that is (and you), he has to refuse. you can't be around him in this state. he can't be near you like this. so rather coldly, he refuses and slams the door in your face. a small grin lifting the corner of his mouth that isn't held down by his teeth at your ferociousness at being left outside without being properly answered.

oh, if you only understood. though when you rattle the doorknob aggressively one more time out of concern, he finally rasps out, "you need to leave now because you're ovulating, and your dumb cunt is begging me to stretch it out and fill it up. it's taking everything within me to not tear this door off its hinges and claim you immediately. and i can't do that to you. not like this. do you understand now?"

it's silent. and he breathes out a sad sigh of relief. he's scared you off. good.

until he takes the following inhale and smells your sweet scent still, suddenly ten times stronger than before and it would've knocked him off his feet if he wasn't leaning his entire body weight on the door frame.

he swears. and you whisper against the door so only he can hear with his heightened senses. "let me in, hosh. my pussy's dripping all for you."

he growls, flinging the door open so hard it nearly does fly off with his strength. having the decency to at least set the broth down somewhere so it doesn't spill. but then he's slamming you against the wall, agile speed allowing him to pull out his barbed dick and wedge it in between your puffy pussy folds.

and you're cumming already with a cry as his teeth dig into your neck, ridges of his cock hitting all the right spots as it slides in. there's no need to gift you a necklace when the marks on your neck are enough of a pretty sign that you're his. and he proudly bears the scratches you dig into his skin and chest. punctuating his claims with harsh thrusts though he promises will be slower, gentler next round.

"just getting started, you needy thing. gonna destroy this human cunt but that's okay 'cause it's made for me, my little mate. you're gonna take everything i have over and over again 'til it's guaranteed we'll have a little litter of own cubs to look after."

#i said i'd never write hybrid for shaming my own self and here we are #even got carried away my bad #ez.thots #hoshi.thots #neighbor.au #svt.thots

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