#just some rust belt fun i'm having okay!!

[mypoisonedvine]

that stepbrother!eddie was TOO GOOD *screams into pillow* — what if he takes the reader to a party (he has to drive her bc he’s meant to watch after her), but then he gets jealous bc she’s wearing a revealing outfit and he parks the car in the middle of the woods and hate f**ks her :))) ahh yess, delicious dark stepbro content right there

warnings: noncon, spanking, unwanted creampie, degradation including misogynistic terms, stepcest obviously, semi public sex

You stared down into your lap, painted nails toying with your black fishnets. It was unusually silent in the van, except of course for his Dio tape playing over the stereo.

"Eddie, where are we going?" you pouted as you realized he was taking a wrong turn.

"We're sure as hell not going where anyone can see you dressed like that."

You self-consciously tugged down the bottom of your black leather skirt, feeling your face heat up. The funny thing was, you'd dressed this way because you wanted to look cool and get Eddie's approval. The look on his face when you glanced over at him didn't seem particularly approving.

The van came to a stop, and you glanced around to see woods in every direction. He opened his door and hopped out, slamming it behind him, which startled you; when he circled the back to open your door, he yanked you out by your wrist. "Get out," he ordered, and you whimpered as you let him pull you forward and slam you against the side of the van.

"Eddie, I'm sorry," you began.

"Don't be," he insisted, his chest pressed to your back which was pushed up against the van. "I'm just gonna make sure you understand something."

"W-what?" you breathed as his hands trailed up your fishnet-covered thighs.

"That if you look like a whore, people are gonna treat you like one."

He yanked your skirt up to expose your ass, and roughly tore a hole in your tights as you whined. "Eddie, I'm sorry, okay?"

"What would our parents think, hm? What would they think if they saw you like this..."

What would they think if they saw you doing this to me?

One hand held the back of your neck, keeping your face pressed against the rusted paint, while the other pulled your hips back a bit. "You know how whores get treated, right, baby?"

You choked on a sob as he yanked your panties down, the cool breeze moving through the forest and blowing against your soaked pussy. You heard his belt opening; you shut your eyes tight. "Just stop, Eddie, this isn't funny," you pleaded quietly.

"Damn right it's not funny," he spat. "Nothing funny at all about my stupid little sister thinking she can dress like a slut without consequences. You know what would've probably happened if I took you to that party? A bunch of random guys would've hit on you, touched you, probably passed you around like a cheap fucking toy. Is that what you want?"

You shook your head.

"So, what did you want?" he wondered.

I wanted you to think I looked cool. "I just wanted to have some fun, Eddie."

"Oh, baby, I think you and I are gonna have a lot of fun together."

You whimpered when you felt his cock poke at your entrance, sliding through your folds teasingly. "Sh-shit, Eddie, what about a condom?"

"What about it?" he purred.

"Y-you can't--"

"I can't... what? I can't bend you over in the woods and teach you your fucking lesson? I can't pound my little sister raw like the whore she is? What can't I do to you right now?"

You choked on your attempt to respond, his hand tightening on the back of your neck.

"I think the better question is, who's gonna stop me?" he smiled.

He slid his cock inside you, groaning as your wetness coated him, ignoring your gurgled yelp of pain and confusion. "E-Eddie," you begged for a little mercy.

When his hips were flush with yours, you heard him sigh. "Hm, fuck," he groaned. "Nice and wet, like any good whore pussy should be."

Gasping, you tried to wiggle your hips away to keep him from going so deep, but didn't manage much with him holding your hips like that.

"Fuck, keep doing that," he breathed, "you get tighter when you fight it."

He pushed his cock as deep as it could go before beginning to properly fuck you, moaning loudly as you quietly cried. "I-I'm sorry," you choked out one more time.

"I know, baby, I know," he cooed, dripping with faux sympathy. "And you know what? Your sorry ass is gonna be bruised up and used up by the time I'm done with you, and I think you're gonna like it."

He gave you a hard spank and you jolted. He did it again, and again, and again until you sniffled and cried for him. "Y-you're hurting me," you informed him in a week and pathetic voice.

"Good," he grunted. "Maybe you'll remember your lesson this way."

He moaned through his teeth after another impact landed on your ass.

"I like the way your hole squeezes me when I do that," he explained. "If you don't want me to keep doing it, you shouldn't make it feel so good."

You were trying not to tense up inside each time he hit you, but you couldn't help it. It was even worse when he spanked your thighs.

"Shit," he groaned, "my sister's got the sweetest fucking pussy-- so tight and sensitive, baby, I can tell you're gonna like the way I fuck you. I'm gonna stretch you open, hm? That's what you really wanted, isn't it?"

He didn't give you a chance to answer, holding your waist tight in both hands and beginning to fuck you ruthlessly. The sounds of skin on skin, of his belt jingling from each thrust, and most of all, your loud cries, filled the empty woods.

"Tell me this is what you wanted," he ordered.

"No, Eddie, I--"

Another hard spank set you straight, making your toes curl inside your heels. "Try again, baby."

"I -- I wanted this!" you shouted. "I wanted you to fuck me, Eddie..."

"I know, sweetheart," he breathed, "I know, I wanted to fuck you, too. I've been thinking about it for so long... been thinking about how this needy pussy can only be satisfied by your big brother's dick."

Choking on a shaky moan, you resigned yourself to it, shutting your eyes tightly and pressing your hands up against the van to try to keep yourself stable. His fingers dug deeper into your waist, only taking a break to give you seemingly-unprovoked smacks on your ass or to tug your hair back.

"Baby, you're dripping," he informed you with a light chuckle. "Can you feel it? Can you hear it?"

Yes, you could do both: your back kept arching deeper and you felt your own arousal running down your thighs. There was a filthy squelching sound echoing around the woods, and up until now, you'd been successfully pretending that it wasn't coming from you.

"Not sure how long I can last with you soaking me like this, baby," he purred. "Bet you want it all nice and deep, huh?"

You didn't quite realize what he meant, at first.

"Come on, baby," he taunted with another spank, "tell me you want my come deep inside you."

A sob tore out of your throat and you picked up your fight again, hoping you could somehow get away just long enough...

"Stop fucking moving," he grunted, "I'm close."

"Please pull out," you begged, "please don't come inside me, don't come inside me, Eddie..."

"How the fuck am I supposed to pull out of a cunt like this?" he grinned. "You keep squeezing me tighter, sweetheart, I just know this pussy wants to milk my dick. Doesn't it, baby?"

You were only doing that because you were about to come, and you couldn't help it.

"I know you want your step brother to fill your little hole, sweetheart, just admit it," he laughed, although a second later all the playfulness was suddenly gone from his voice. "Fuckin' say it, bitch."

"I want you to," you choked out. "I want you to-- f-fill me up."

"You want who to fill you up?" he pressed.

"My... uh," you stalled. "My step brother." You put as much emphasis on the step as you could, but it didn't make it feel any less wrong.

"I know, baby," he panted, "m'gonna. I will, I'm so close-- fuck!"

A jolt ran up your spine, you knew you couldn't hold it back anymore; the best you could do was try not to make it too obvious. You whined through your teeth, legs shaking, and fought to stay upright as ecstasy tore through you.

"Oh, you really needed this," he taunted in a rough voice, "really needed me to fuck you, huh? God, I'm about to give you so much fuckin' come... say please, baby."

"P-please," you gasped, and that was all he needed because the very next moment, he groaned loudly and lost control of his thrusts. When he stilled, you could feel his cock flexing, and you sighed as your head dropped limply between your shoulders.

He eventually caught his breath, and groaned as he lifted the upper half of your body up towards him; he hugged your back into his chest, pressing his smile against your neck. "Should've known this would happen when you put that skirt on, baby," he cooed, kissing your shoulder. You both winced slightly when he slipped his cock out, and you knew you would be sore for at least a week after this.

You sniffled, wiping the tears off your jaw, as he helped you pull your panties back up and get your skirt down.

"There you go," he mumbled, offering you a reassuring smile as you tried to collect yourself. Just when you thought he'd put you back in the van, he guided you with a hand on yours towards the other side of the trees.

Of course, you hadn't noticed where you really were. Just a few steps past the treeline, you saw a crowd of your classmates, cups in hand, staring at the two of you. Your stomach dropped and you felt a little light-headed.

"Guess we weren't that far from the party after all," Eddie grinned. "You still wanted to go, didn't you?"

Your tights were ripped, your skirt was too short to hide his come running down your thighs, your face was striped with mascara tears; Eddie slipped his arm around your shoulders and guided you to walk with him.

"People are staring," you whispered to him.

"They probably heard you, silly," he laughed as he pulled you in for a kiss on the cheek.

"C-can we just go home?" you pleaded.

"Aw, come on, you've been begging me to take you to this party all week!" he reminded you, dragging you along through the field. "We should make sure to say hello to everyone."

#stepbrother!eddie munson x reader #dark!eddie munson x reader #dark!eddie munson smut

[gerogerigaogaigar]

Motörhead - Ace Of Spades

So this is a pretty great album. There's just, the one thing though ... No forget about that! Ace of spades is one of the foundational albums in the development of thrash metal, it brings us farther from the psychedelic influence of Lemmy's 70s work and closer to punk rock aesthetics. But... The one thing about it. There is one problem. Okay it's a really good album, very influencial. I just. Maybe just skip track 8 y'know?

Neil Young & Crazy Horse - Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere

I'm sure that After The Goldrush and/or Harvest will wind up in a higher spot on this list, but to me Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere is the height of Young's career. The first album with backing band Crazy Horse and they add an edge that Young never manages alone or with his Crosby, Still & Nash pals. The crunchy psychedelic meets country guitar work on song like Cinnamon Girl and Down by the River feel like they could be the predecessors to grunge. And Young's haunted voice works so much better with the rough edges than with string swells.

The Magnetic Fields - 69 Love Songs

Irony poisoned, disaffected hipster bullshit. Stephin Merritt cannot possibly know what love is. He'd have to let some sincerity into his soul first. This is music for smug hipsters that think any show of sincere emotion is cringe. I hate this band! They clearly don't want anyone to think they cared about any of this shit music so why write it? How do you write 69 songs and not a single one of them is even slightly interesting! Three hours of music about "love" and all of it is stupid cheeky irony. What a pathetic way to live your life. Fuck you Stephin Merritt! Say something beautiful and true you coward!

Various Artists - Nuggets: Original Artyfacts From The First Psychedelic Era 1965-1968

It was 1972 and the one hit wonders of the late 60s had already faded into obscurity. Singer songwriters ruled the airwaves and the teen garage groups had all gotten factory jobs in rust belt boomtowns. Many bands that were pioneering heavier sounds were already looking back to this era for inspiration but the release of the Nuggets comp brought the deep cuts of the psychedelic era into millions more homes. Nearly all of the early punk acts cite this album as an influence. The Cramps, The Ramones, Television, The Undertones, Blondie, Patti Smith. If you care about loud, raw, fun music. If you care about punk or 60s rock then you must listen to this album!

#500 album gauntlet #motörhead #neil young #the magnetic fields #nuggets #it took so long to get through that fucking magnetic fields album #it pretty much ruined my weekend #seriously im in such a bad mood because of that album

[straight-into-the-animus]

GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD AFTERNOON, DARLING ANI!

I just saw your ask in my own, and I HAVE TO RECIPROCATE THE FAVOUR.

there is a serious lack of your own oc content on your dash, we need to remedy this <3

BRING IT ON.

2-3-8-9-10-19-28-30

I am ready

--Nemo

Nemo!!! Welcome welcome welcome!

Ik there is a lack dont rub it in jkjkjkjk

So for your questions!

2: Who is your newest OC? Why did you make them?

If I'm correct, my newest OC is my Syndicate OC, Ryan, and his cousin Maureen. I made them because I already had my Unity and Modern Day OCs, and I wanted to explore different dynamics away from the ideas of Pieces of Eden and more of the ethical and moral dilemmas that I think a lot of the post-Black Flag games had. Also because there was certain dialogue in Syndicate that I kind of just gravitated to and obsessed over a lot.

3: Biggest self-insert OC?

There’s a lot of facets to “self insert”, imo, so I guess if we’re going by which one has the most of my personality in it, then my Unity OC Alexandre. Maybe a close second would be Elijah, my Fallout OC (I love him so much, he’s my son).

8: Do you have any OC family trees?

I do! I have one for my Supernatural OCs simply for my sake, but it’s split into two since there are two families pretty much. And family trees for my Assassin's Creed OCs and my DnD chars.

9:Favourite OC?

This is like asking what your favorite child is. Ouch. Thing is they're all so unique and have such different struggles, and parts of their personality that make them well… them. Maybe my favorite has to be my Skyrim OC, Scarlett (Rogue). She’s my OG, been with me for almost a decade now. I just love characters that go on journeys and redeem themselves, or at least attempt to. A lot of my inspiration for her and her personality came from Xena, and to see her mature and her eventual growth is so wonderful to see. Second one very very close by is Henri, one of my Unity OCs, considering his personality and story.

10:OC you most struggled to make?

Idk, a lot of my OCs came to me very easily. They all had a part of me in them or something I really wanted to explore. Maybe in terms of constant revision, I'd have to say the toughest would have to be one of my Unity OCs, Theodore. He’s such a different character than most of the ones I make, and making him a foil to Alexandre was fun, but figuring out how to balance the two of them was weird and took a while.

19: What are some things that inspired your stories? Real events? Maybe a dream?

In terms of fanfic stories, there’s not much that I’ve been inspired by that happened to me. I’ve had daydreams or things that arose out of listening and imagining to a song (like the 80s French Fryes AU just because I was listening to I Wanna Know What Love Is). But original fiction I have are very much based off my neighborhood and how and where I grew up; a very lower working class, Rust Belt city family and neighborhood. But, I love my city and I would want to share that beauty with people outside of it.

28:  Favourite songs at the moment?

I have been in SUCH a Billy Joel mood lately (he’s king, okay) but the song I have been repeating most has been As Long as You Love Me by Backstreet Boys, so I guess by default THAT is my favorite song XD

30: How are you doing? <3

Freaking out abt the future thank you <3 leaving italy and then graduating in america and then being certified to teach and then having to move out of my parent’s house and apply for grad school and :’)

#thank you!!!! #love just fucking dropping ocs from every fandom ive been apart of like yes i have five different ocs for one fandom. what about it. <3 #answered #but yea maybe i'll start posting more abt the ac ones at least. idk where to put the other ones but im happy to blab abt them

[bystandrs]

location : the den / with : @lobitas​

from the mistake by the lake to shitsburgh... katsunari thought suddenly, surveying the crowded warehouse-turned-bar. the thought caught him off guard, city nicknames that he had pretty much forgotten about in the last sixteen years, but it didn’t feel wrong when it came to this place, this den. it was crawling with people, and even before the apocalypse kat would’ve entirely avoided any sort of place that had more than two or three inhabitants—his high school best friend joked that kat’s perfect idea of a party would be a silent room where no one talked or looked at each other. this festival, or whatever it would be considered, was certainly not his perfect party. his arm suddenly jerked, someone coming up behind him accidentally shoulder-checked him, and he couldn’t control the sneer that formed on his face. the girl saw it, and seeing the apologetic smile falter on their own face, kat felt a tad guilty. he really didn’t try to be so unfriendly, it was just natural. he couldn’t apologize for his natural reaction, though, they already walked off.

kat thought about following after them, apologizing for needlessly mean mugging them, but he felt that would probably be weirder, run up to someone to say sorry for having a bitchy face. god, why did he even care? being around people again has not been an easy adjustment. watching them walk off, his fingers flexed into fists and then relaxed repeatedly, an anxious tic from his childhood that he had forgotten about until he came to the triangle. his movement would’ve looked impulsive if kat didn’t think meticulously about every action he made, suddenly springing into movement to find the girl that knocked into him. following in the direction that he last saw her walking, he approached the first woman he saw in front of him. “uh, hi. sorry. did you just see a girl? red hair, bangs?” at least that was what he thought he could remember about her. jesus christ, katsunari, you’re a fucking weirdo. he grimaced at his own thoughts, knowing this stranger probably thought he was high.

#lobitas #arc › threads. #arc › neve. #neve › 001. #starter › closed. #event › fresh and freaky festivities. #this is literally the dumbest strtr i've written in my like fifteen year rp career i'm EMBARRASSED #but i was joking abt saying mistake by the lake/shitsburgh on discord and then i did it for real #just some rust belt fun i'm having okay!!

[midship-runabout-mom]

Okay. Shit.

So I've been following (lurking) you for awhile, watching you post JDM/Car related stuff, and at first I was like "I just think they're neat", but damn have I started looking around.

(to add irony I'm an anon that's told you to look into a cheaper hobby like drawing hahaHAHA)

Anyways! So I need to know, I have my eyes set on these two MR2 (local, 2000's, W30). One's in a really depressing state, but cheaper ($3,500) one's not ($5,000). I don't have the money yet, but I'm working. There's also other car options, but I'm focused on these 2.

so what I wanna know is what do you usually look into when buying?

Honestly repairing one as a project car sounds fun, but is it viable? (I've heard parts are rare. The one mentioned looks like its sat awhile, it's all torn up and has a bad fuel pump on top of that no title just Bill of sales)

Things to note

I wanna daily it, I have another car, but it's a gas guzzling jeep w/ 18/21 mpg.

My car knowledge is limited to your posts (and wikipedia/google. I kinda don't think repairing will be hard, just tools & parts...)

Also I uuh... Can't drive stick. Though, I feel like it's not that hard to learn??

Please help, (and take responsibility senpai)

Anon~

Great choice! ZZW30s are fantastic sports cars. I would avoid the one without the title like the plague. Its a pain in the ass to get a new title in most cases and I personally don't think it would be worth it to have to fight through that process and potentially not get the car. As a general rule, especially with more obscure and rare cars, I would buy the nicest one you can afford. If the cheaper one is torn up it can (and most likely will) end up costing more in the long run with having to to source replacement parts.

Another good news! Before I bought my mr2 I had a very shaky understanding of car repair and driving stick! I learned most of what I know by cutting my teeth on it, cementing how to drive stick on my way back from buying it a state over. All the resources you will really need will be found online. You can find videos on how to do most things for the cars. And a huge help is to find and buy (or find a pdf of) the factory service manual, as it has write ups of most things you need to do with the cars.

Some more specific mr2 things: it's an old Japanese car. I don't know where you are but if you are in the rust belt rust might be a problem. My personal car is a Arizona car so this was no issue for me. But once again I would buy the nicest most rust free one I can. ZZW30s can suffer precat failure, where all the bits from the precat can fall apart and get sucked into the motor killing it, so I would watch out for that. (Not really something you can look for in pre purchase inspections but I thought I'll let you know) some people will de-cat the car but morally that is dubious as you are removing emissions stuff and making your car spew more fumes (personally I have cats on all my cars still) . I heard post 2003 cars are better for this, but I'm not too sure. The motors were used in other cars and will be most likely the easiest bit to get parts for, which is good. Just do some research and you will be fine more likely than not.