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You Belong with Me

This is dedicated to my beloved @ezrasbirdie who let me force my way into their life and demand to be their friend. Birdie, you are a gift and one of the kindest people I have met. You make every day better!

You Belong with Me

W.C.: 3.1k, no beta sorry

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x female, plus size reader (descriptions are fairly blank though)

Warnings: sex toys, masturbation, praise, rim job and anal play, lingerie, Dieter’s real name is used, P in V sex, cum play, cum eating, lots of dirty talk, reader is in control and the softest dom, Dieter is a subby boy, everyone gets to cum a lot, a smidge of cockwarming, lots of "good boy" talk, reader is female and plus size. Filth and feelings.

“Is this a sex thing?”

“Can’t a guy just blindfold you without it being for sex?” Dieter asks with extra big puppy dog eyes. He knows exactly how to work you after all these months together.

You scoff. “I mean, not usually, Bravo.”

“Alright, baby, you got me there,” Dieter chuckles. “Just let me do this? Please?”

You sigh and turn around so he can wrap the black silk over your eyes, obstructing your view of his sprawling, open-concept living room. He kisses the back of your neck before tying the silk, sending a shiver up your spine.

He guides you around the corner and through the door into the small study with a pointless Los Angeles fireplace. It was staged perfectly, most likely by some top celeb designer who loved a client with no opinion and a black AmEx card. You had been inside the room precisely one time when Dieter had given you a tour of the house more than eight months ago.

“Did you blindfold me to walk me 12 feet into the next room?” you wonder as Dieter guides you to a stop. So dramatic.

He pulls your blindfold off with a soft flourish. “Tada!” he announces.

Your jaw drops open as you look around the room. Apart from the floor-to-ceiling shelves of books that no one will ever read, and an artfully arranged desk with a sleek Mac, there were several small tables draped in luxurious plummy purple silks and blood-red velvets.

And every surface is covered in sex toys.

Vibrators, dildos, and plugs in every shape and color. Riding crops, nipple clamps, and what you have to assume is a harness for a strap-on dildo are also on display, along with several items you’ve never seen in your life. You pick up a set of silver handcuffs, lined in black fur, and hold them up for inspection.

“Dieter, what the fuck is going on?” you question, eyes wide.

Dieter looks a little unsure as he reaches out to rub his hand nervously along your hip. “Well, I wanted to do something special for your birthday tomorrow. I know you’re not big on getting photographed out together, and thought we might get papped walking out of a sex shop. So, I had them bring the sex shop…here,” he says, gesturing with his head.

Your heart goes gooey. “Dieter, this is the most bizarrely sweet thing I think you’ve ever done for me,” you confess, still looking around with eyes the size of dinner plates. “Are we supposed to…use all these things?”

He smiles, a cockeyed grin that’s won you over again and again since your first date. “You remember a couple of weeks ago when you said you wanted to get an assortment of toys and use them on me?”

As if you could forget that morning he had you sprawled out underneath him, sweaty and boneless after a string of unforgettable orgasms. He had used your toys on you (basically all of them) and you lovingly threatened to get him back. The sensation of his length hardening against your thigh had told you that he loved the idea, although you couldn’t have imagined it happening like this.

“Yeah,” you say with a coy smile, “I remember.”

“Wanna pick some out together?”

You and Dieter walk hand in hand around the room, inspecting every toy and setting aside the ones that look like fun. He explains to you a few of them that you haven’t seen before, and you pick out some items that he’s never tried either. It’s thrilling, and the anticipation of using them makes you giddy with excitement.

It’s romance, Dieter style.

Dieter never had a problem letting you take the lead. Some days you needed to be in control, and he loved it. There were times when he liked to pull you apart piece by piece instead. It always worked, the two of you, from the very beginning. You both valued open communication and prioritized each other’s needs, something that still shocked Dieter

Your birthday had been perfection; Dieter had taken care of everything. Spa services brought to the house, lunch with friends at your favorite little cafe, and a movie marathon on the gigantic bean bag in his living room that could easily fit four people. You both know what’s coming next.

“I feel bad now,” he admits, long after the credits have rolled. “I should be making you feel amazing on your birthday. Why did I think this was a good idea?”

You push his unruly brown curls away from his face, kissing his forehead. “You listened to me and are giving me exactly what I want. How is that not a good idea?” He hums an acknowledgment.

“Besides, I know exactly what I want to do to you tonight. I’m excited, babe. Are you?” you ask him as you hug him close to you.

“Fuck yeah I am. Can I make you cum after?”

“Yes, you can,” you reply with a grin.

Now, it was time for your final birthday present: Dieter, naked and scrubbed clean, waiting for you on his bed.

You changed into one of the presents that Dieter had gotten for you: a high-cut black teddy with a cinched waist that made your tits look amazing. You look yourself over in the large mirror, confidence oozing from every pore. This was a newer feeling for you and something for which Dieter was directly responsible.

You flip off the light and walk out of the bathroom, stopping in the doorway. “Hey, baby. You like?” you inquire, doing a little twirl for the sweet man waiting for you.

“Oh shit. Yeah.” Dieter has done exactly what you told him to do: he’s made himself comfortable on his bed with not a stitch of clothing on. Despite your instructions that he isn’t allowed to touch himself, he is already half-hard. You might have made him wait out there a few minutes, just to edge him a teeny bit.

Set out neatly on the bedside table are all the toys that you selected. You saunter over to them, giving Dieter a show as you bend at the waist to inspect them. You hear Dieter murmur expletives under his breath when you give your ass a little wiggle before picking up a tiny bullet vibe.

You kneel next to him on the bed and kiss him deeply. He’s already hungry, grabbing at your big tits when you lean into him. “Hands at your side, baby,” you command gently. He immediately complies, sending shockwaves of excitement through your body. You’re in control now, fully and completely, and fuck- it feels good.

“I’m going to tell you exactly what to do, Dieter. If you do everything just as I say, I’m going to reward you. It’s my birthday and I’m in charge, right?” He nods excitedly in response as you straddle his thighs. “Good boy. You’re so good, giving me just what I want.”

You turn the small silver vibe on, a low rumbling setting, and drag it up from his navel to his collarbone. Goosebumps blossom on his gorgeous skin when you circle his nipples with the vibrating toy. His hands shoot up to your thighs, kneading into the thick flesh there. You immediately pull the vibe up and he whimpers.

“No touching, remember? I’ll tell you when you can move,” you remind him. “What’s your color, baby?”

“Gr-green. I’m sorry,” he says.

You immediately bring the vibe back down, much to his relief. “That’s my good boy.” You drag the vibe down across his belly and down the trail of hair to the base of his cock. Dieter whines and does his best to keep his hips still, trying so hard to be good for you. He craves your praise more than he ever has before. His cock is almost fully hard, and you drag the vibe along the underside of it as you watch pre-cum start to bead at the tip. Your teasing is agonizingly slow.

“Baby, I- if you keep that up I will cum right now,” he moans. He starts to thrust, little stuttered motions, thighs starting to shake.

You remove the toy and shut it off, tossing it on the bed next to you. Dieter’s hips still their movement but his flushed red cock, nestled against the soft slope of his belly, throbs with need. “Not yet. I wanna show you something else,” you say as you reach for a little blue plug and a bottle of lube.

“Is that for me?” Dieter asks in an excited voice.

You stand up move to the end of the bed, putting one foot up on the tall mattress so that Dieter can fully see you. You pull your teddy to one side, showing off your gorgeous little pussy as you squeeze some lube on the short plug and position it between your legs. “No, it’s for me. This isn’t just for your ass; I read that you can use it for a vaginal plug too. So I’m going to slide it…ooh, into my warm cunt and stay nice and stretched out for when I let you fuck me tonight. Sound good, Dietz?”

“Yes. Yes. Oh god, yes.”

You replace the crotch of your teddy and crawl back over to him, the satisfying fullness making you smile like the cat who caught the canary. “Besides,” you whisper in his ear, “I want it to taste good when you eat me out. That stuff is flavored like cotton candy.”

Dieter wants to touch himself to badly, it’s evident. His eyebrows furrow in concentration and you see his fists balled at his sides. You lie down next to him, head propped up on your hand, wiggling slightly on your plug. “Look at me,” you command. He obeys. “Look at me and touch yourself.”

Relief floods his face. “Really? Thank you, oh my god, thank you.” He starts stroking his large cock, swirling his thumb around his thick head.

“Tell me how it feels, Dieter.”

“So fucking good. I wish it was your hand.”

“I know, baby boy. But I wanna watch you. Keep going. So good for me.”

Dieter never breaks eye contact, hand moving swiftly up and down his cock. His cheeks are tinged pink and as more praise falls from your lips, he gets closer and closer to his peak. You lean over and fit a small little device on your finger, barely bigger than a thimble, and switch it on.

“Hold on til I say, alright?” you say.

“I wanna cum, please can I cum? Can I cum? Can I…can I…I’m gonna…”

You lean over him, kissing him deeply. He moans into your mouth, a filthy pleading sound. You reach down with the tiny finger vibrator and press on that spot right behind his balls. “Dieter Matthew Bradford, you will cum for me right now.”

Your decisive tone, coupled with the use of his real name, sends him over the edge. He spills all over his belly, hips jerking, still never breaking eye contact with you.

“Yes, good job, my sweet boy. Look at how pretty you look, painted with your pretty cum. Love you so much,” you coo, peppering his lips and perfect nose with kisses. He pants under you and you let him catch his breath before giving him his next command. He tries to speak several times, but the words die in his mouth. He reaches out to you, hands roaming everywhere over your body, and you let him touch all he wants.

After several minutes, you grab the bottle of lube and another toy. “You did so good, I think you need that reward. Get on your knees, baby boy.”

Dieter flips over and rests heavy on his forearms, his little ass presented to you. You squeeze a tiny bit of the cool lubrication gel on his skin, watching him shudder as it runs down and collects in the dip of his sweet hole. “Color?” you ask.

“So green.”

“Good. Let’s see how that cotton candy lube tastes, hm?” You circle your tongue around his opening before licking a long, wide stripe. He almost collapses at the sensation, and if he could find the words he would praise you himself. But he’s too lost in the sensation of your deft lips and tongue, kissing and licking into him so sweetly. Months ago, he asked if you would ever do something like this- never thinking it would come to fruition.

Fuck, is it his birthday or yours he wonders to himself.

It’s filthy, what you’re doing. It feels like it should be wrong, like one of you should protest. But you like it, and you love what it’s doing to Dieter. He’s a writhing, wriggling mess under you. You didn’t have to tell him not to touch his cock, he just knows he isn’t allowed yet. Nevermind the fact that his cock is weeping, further staining the sheets below him. He doesn’t need to touch himself yet, not with your mouth on him like this. Seconds stretch into minutes, both of you lost in pleasure.

You’re not going to let him come like this, though. No, this is just the preamble to what you really want to do.

When you pull away, depositing one final kiss on his non-existent asscheek, his head whips around. His bottom lip is pouting even more than normal.

“Don’t worry, it’s just time for the next part,” you reassure him, once against pulling your teddy to the side so that you can remove the plug from your pussy. “Look at how wet you’ve made me, baby. Look how sopping wet this toy is. I bet it would slip right in to your ass so good right now.”

Dieter lets out a filthy moan as you collect the remaining lube from around his asshole before pushing the toy in to the hilt. He rocks back into the toy, over and over, fucking himself on it while you hold it.

“Fuck, so filthy. I never knew you were so filthy, I fucking love it,” he babbles. Making sure the toy is secure for the moment, you tell him how you really want to see him.

“Get on your back and spread your legs for me, okay?” He does so immediately, willingly opening up for you so that you can settle between his thighs. You tuck a thick pillow under his hips so that you have good access, and gently pull the toy out. Dieter is nice and stretched for you.

“So I read about this one here,” you explain, showing him the next and most expensive toy. “It massages your prostate.” Dieter’s eyebrows shoot up. “But, there’s a twist. I’ll show you.”

You lube up the toy liberally, wanting to make it as comfy for Dieter as possible. The toy slips in easily, and you take a moment to appreciate how vulnerable this man is for you. It took him a while to be fully open and honest with you, to share every dream and insecurity, and talking about your feelings with someone was never the most comfortable thing for you either. Until he came along, that is. Something just clicked with you both, a cosmic connection that made you want to work through hardships together instead of alone.

And here he is, as physically vulnerable as possible, waiting for you to tell him what to do next. Looking at you like he wants you, like he would die for you. He loves you, and you love him. Is there anything more vulnerable than that? Probably not.

You take advantage of the moment and kiss along his thigh. “Alright, baby. See this remote? It controls the toy inside. It doesn’t just control the intensity, but look.” You turn it on low and he immediately moans. “Turn it to one side, or the other,” you demonstrate. “It will vibrate whatever way you tilt it.”

“Holy shit, where did- who came up with this? Jesus, it feels so good.” You pass the remote over to him and he tries it out. His eyes go wide.

“Yes, just like that. Baby, you’re in control of it. I want you to find the right spot while I ride you,” you tell him, positioning yourself over his still-hard cock and sinking down onto his thickness.

“Finally, finally, yes. Oh my god you feel so fucking good, I can’t…oh my god, I can’t last. It feels too good with this,” he says, words tumbling out faster and faster.

You drag yourself up and down on his cock, over and over. Your thighs already burn and you don’t care at all. He feels amazing, better than any toy, better than any combination of toys. Even after wearing the plug, he still stretches you out to your maximum.

“Good, you don’t have to last. I want your cum, Dieter. I want you to fill me up and then use that gorgeous mouth of yours to clean up your mess. Do you hear me?” you ask him, breathless. You cunt clenches around him right when he hits the perfect spot with his toy, and he cries out as his seed fills you. You drape yourself over his torso as he comes down, pulling the remote from his hand so you can shut off the toy. You warm his softening cock inside of you until he slips out.

You leave a trail of kisses along his neck. “You did so good, Dieter. So good. Fuck, that was amazing.”

Dieter looks down at you, confused. “Wait, are we done? I was looking forward to eating my good girl out. I made a mess of her, and I need to clean up my mess.” He smiles at you, pupils lust-blown. “If you want, that is,” he adds sweetly.

“Yeah, I want,” you say, rolling off of him and onto your back. He immediately flips over and settles between your legs.

“Mmm, cotton candy,” he moans as he dives into your slick folds. You blindly reach out, patting the bed until you can reach the remote to the toy again, flipping it on. Dieter jerks upwards.

You grin impishly at him. “Good boys get to feel good, right, baby?”

Dieter’s smile matches your own. “Yes ma’am,” he replies, dipping his had back between your legs. He knows just what you like, quickly working you to the edge of your orgasm.

“Best birthday ever,” you think to yourself, as light explode behind your eyes.

You tell him that, out loud, somewhere between orgasms three and four. Or maybe it was four and five.

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY BBY #Dieter bravo #dieter x female reader #plus size reader #filth and feelings #also i know a lot about toys now lol #fic research always cracks me up

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the-bloody-sadist · 6 months

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#we don't support peer preasure in this house

Love your hashtag above.

Can I ask how do you deal with hurtful comments on your fanfics from someone you consider a friend? Like I know if some stranger send hurtful comments it felt bad but damn when someone you know said the same thing it felt worse. Early this year I was kicked out and blocked from an animanga lover group when they find out that I wrote mlm fanfics from major shounen series (naruto,bnha, aot, jjk). This what they said :

“I'm convinced you must have never had friends before because all of these relationships are perfect depictions of what PLATONIC friendship is. If you want a gay story support ACTUAL gay couples like in BL & GL manga. Do you know how frustrating it is to see people move mountains for a non canon ship that’ll never happen then ignore actual gay manga’s and anime’s in BL & GL anime/manga...."

What do you think? Even until now, I'm still feeling a bit guilty for liking non canon mlm and wlw ships from shounen series. But when I found your blog and read your posts, I felt way better. Especially that answer of yours to anon who asked is it weird to love mlm& wlw more than wlm. Thanks for sharing your hard work (analysis, fanfics, arts, reviews).

Sorry for my rants and for my weird feelings.....

Ohhhh this is so precious please don't apologize for sending me this ask, I love feelings and hearing about other peoples' experiences with them and how my art/accounts have somehow been relatable because of that.

The peer pressure in fandoms is absolutely insane and convinces me that the social aspect works the same as any high school full of bullies. There WILL be mean girls, there WILL be cliques, and if you're a creator like me, you're going to be a MAGNET for like ten different types of them.

As for how I deal with hurtful comments, I was raised in an environment that constantly shamed me. I was controlled from all sides on what I could draw, write, and consume, so I'm used to being shunned by those who "love" me because of what I'm interested in! Because of this, the hate comments were what I EXPECTED going in and the positive comments were actually the things that threw me for loops. Hurtful comments only had the power to nag at me when I didn't have an audience (or friends) to bounce them off of so they wouldn't keep popping up as a "do I actually do this, though?" "am I actually bad for this?". But now they don't bother me; they give me the chance to either make a troll reply or spice up my friends' group chat for the day.

As far as a FRIEND leaving a hurtful comment??? I have so much sympathy for you. I am SO sorry they treated you that way.

When I make friends, I tell them openly what I do and to what extent. This way, I gather the type of people I want and push away those who don't. If they think it's not okay, they're silly.

Those friends who kicked you out of their little club? SILLY. They think they're so pure and moral for gatekeeping what can and can't be done with creativity and passion. They won't ever know what it feels like to live as freely as you do. In the end, their opinion is an opinion that is largely not shared by the logical, rational public. Any professional in the art/film/writing industry can tell you that much. How else are we supposed to make stories? Have a little IMAGINATION!! DAMN!

I'm saying a lot of this because it's the best thing to tell yourself when you read things that are clearly meant to make you feel shame when you haven't done a single thing wrong. Since this is Tumblr and I can ramble to my heart's content, maybe it'll help you if I also point out the specific tools that have been used in that message they sent you. Sometimes a good breakdown of tactics is all it takes to remind yourself you're not in the wrong.

"I'm convinced you must have never had friends before" AKA "you're so ignorant" - invalidating your experiences to crumble any foundation you might've had to stand on if you wanted to argue back. Starting off with this helps them cut you down so your self-esteem is lowered.

"these relationships are perfect depictions of what PLATONIC friendship is" - their opinion is being stated here as a fact, as if the entire world agrees with them and there's no other way to see it. First of all, this means NOTHING to the shipping world, since it exists largely to turn friendships into romances. Idk what they wanted to do with that one.

"If you want a gay story support ACTUAL gay couples like in BL & GL manga" - I'm not sure what kind of burn that is. SUPPORT ACTUAL GAY COUPLES LIKE THE REST OF US!! Okay snuffledumpkins. Guess nobody taught them how to MULTITASK!!! GUESS WHAT? I CAN SUPPORT ACTUAL GAY COUPLES *AND* NON-CANON GAY COUPLES, FREAK! WHAT NOW, HUH??? Being serious though, this is an attempt to define for YOU what ''''''true gay couples'''''' are (ACCORDING TO THEM), when this is an entirely fluid meaning and can be applied to whomever you'd like in fiction. This is THE PURPOSE OF FANFICTION.

"Do you know how frustrating it is to see people move mountains for a non canon ship that’ll never happen then ignore actual gay manga’s and anime’s in BL & GL anime/manga...." AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA! (inhales) AAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAH imagine being so stupid that you don't know how much better LGBT representation can be in fanfiction and non-canon works than in actual BL/GL works. Imagine thinking that the only way you are allowed to enjoy BL/GL relationships is through canon couples, otherwise you're not helping the cause. Here's the biggest thing to remember: they don't give a fuck about the cause. They are using that language as a way to shame you. Oh you think these friends are in love??? You must not support LGBT people in real life. You must not support ACTUAL stories about ACTUAL gay people.

The logic jump is LAUGHABLE.

Ughhhh, what a long rant from me. But your last paragraph absolutely WARMED my heart, minus the part about feeling guilty. Let me just...[shines spotlight down on you][metal screech][picks up megaphone] YOU ARE NOT IN THE WRONG FOR WANTING FICTIONAL FRIENDS TO FICTIONALLY FUCK EACH OTHERS' BRAINS OUT!!! YOUR FEELINGS ABOUT THIS MATTER, HOWEVER, ARE VERY UNDERSTANDABLE AND SHOULD NOT BE INVALIDATED, BECAUSE BULLYING IS A DIFFICULT THING TO DEAL WITH AND CAUSES VERY COMPLICATED FEELINGS REGARDLESS OF WHAT IS RIGHT OR WRONG. YOU ARE A WONDERFUL PERSON AND YOUR FICTIONAL PREFERENCES DO NOT DEFINE YOU. BE FREE, LITTLE BIRDIE! SHIP THE MASSES OF BOYS AND GIRLS IN RELATIONSHIPS THAT ANIME LOVES TO TEASE ON PURPOSE WITHOUT ACTUALLY FOLLOWING THROUGH WITH A ROMANCE SUBPLOT BECAUSE THEY'RE COWARDS!!!! THEY CAN BE ACTUAL GAY COUPLES TOO! BECAUSE YOU SAID SO! AND THAT'S OKAY!!!!

[puts the megaphone down][coughs]

I hope that helps. :D Thank you for the ask, and much love to you! It means a lot that you appreciate my work and my analyses and my opinions enough to ask me about such a painful subject.🖤

You are, in fact, quite normal for your opinion, and my entire audience would agree.

#sadist’s answered asks #THE MASCULINE URGE TO BEAR HUG SOME OF MY ASKERS #a lot of you guys need some better friends #never be afraid to block rinse and hunt #by that I mean like #block people who don't deserve your attention #rinse your mind of their FILTH!#and then hunt for actual cool people #like me! no just kidding I'm so stupid #I AM the doofy who knocks #also stop reading these hashtags

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 1 year

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Results:

When lwj got himself punished alongside wwx: you believe people should take responsibility for the things they choose to say and/or do - but also for the things they knowingly ignore or downplay. Being fair is important to you and you think the rules are there for a reason. You have a strong backbone and sound morals, which might make you appear cold to others. You are very kind to animals and sensitive to social issues. You may have dome some kind of volunteering/social work at some point.

The cold spring scene: your love language may be to annoy the people you love until they smile and forget about their problems for a moment. You like telling jokes and eliciting reactions from people for comedic purposes. You may also be very knowledgeable of memes/internet culture. You get emotional witnessing random acts of kindness or people coming together for something. You may not take rejection well and seek to avoid it as much as possible. Despite this, you are an open book and enjoy meeting new people.

Lwj putting the silencing spell on wwx in the library all the time: you are probably not a very patient person, and you dislike people who don't take things seriously when they need to. You find people who listen to loud music in public places or in nature particularly rude and annoying. When you begin a project, you are hellbent on finishing it well. You hate being distracted from your tasks and don't like it when people deviate from the original plan. You may be a bit inflexible at times, but you have the best intentions.

When wwx drew lwj with a flower in his hair: you get easily sidetracked when you have to do things that don't interest or stimulate you. You have a very active mind. Your notebooks' edges/corners may be filled with doodles, little poems, ideas etc. You romanticize life a lot. You enjoy connecting with people through art, either the one you create, or the one they create. You probably enjoy using emojis and keyboard smashes a lot. You may have a tendency to see the world through rose-tinted glasses even when you shouldn't.

When wwx showed lwj porn and lwj blew it up: you believe in the separation between work life and personal life, between the social self and the inner self. You don't open up easily. You believe in the power of privacy and being lowkey, which is why you don't share a lot of your life with others, good or bad. You enjoy daydreaming and have a wandering mind. There may be parts of you that you are ashamed of, but you prefer not to think about them.

The loquats scene: you may pretend you don't get jealous easily, but you do. You don't believe in the concept of a "flirty personality" and think people should be respectful of one another when in a relationship. Your love language may be gift giving. You may also enjoy stereotypical displays of affection, like roses and chocolates, no matter if they're coming from a friend or a lover or even yourself. You believe it is important to show the people around you that they are loved and cherished. You are the person who peels oranges/tangerines and shares them with everyone.

When wwx told lwj the name of his sword: you believe there are things that shouldn't be joked about or taken lightly. You are a very polite and respectful person. You believe being rude to people for no reason is a red flag and you side eye those that are rude to waiters/shop assistants etc the most. You believe we should all try to make each others' lives easier by beind kinder and more civil. You are very responsible and hardworking. People may find your high standards unreasonable sometimes.

The rooftop scene: you know how to make a memorable first impression. You are honest, sometimes brutally so, and you may have difficulty holding your tongue. You often challenge the status quo, wondering why things are the way they are and looking for connections and clues on how the world works. You believe in the power of "fuck around and find out". You are fun and sociable, and have quick wit that has often gotten you out of trouble.

wwx getting lwj bunnies and the bunnies getting busy: you have a dirty sense of humor but your jokes are too funny not to laugh about them. You believe that, if people don't think you and your friends are in some kind of couple/polycule, you're not trying hard enough. You're down-to-earth without being cynical, and have a healthy dose of optimism about life even if it sometimes makes no sense to you. You may have a tendency to be dismissive of people who don't share your opinions and not be willing to hear them out. You get in trouble easily but always find a way out. You believe that an empty search history is a red flag.

#mdzs #wangxian #mo dao zu shi #mdzs polls #original thots #another one of these bc i had a lot of fun the first time #did i read yall to filth or not?

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edens-pen · 2 years

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𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰 (𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦) | 𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬!𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary | eddie is slipping away and you need to roll over, expose the soft underbelly that you’ve kept away. so you take a deep breath and wince as you say, “I want to make love. To you. With you.”

pairing | eddie munson x black!fem!reader (locs)

wc | 1,900

warnings | lovemaking, no prep, unprotected sex, slight angst, eddie is a bit nervous about his body after the demon bat situation, reader has a little trouble being vulnerable, happy ending, not beta read. this is very soft, super off brand.

a/n | i get more self indulgent by the day, this is for all my pals who struggle with emotional vulnerability and disconnected from sex as a form of emotional protection but now realize that your partner connects to you through touch.

[ 18 + | minors, ageless, blank blogs do not interact ! ]

You sit Eddie down on your comforter, twisting a long, brown loc around your finger.

“I–um–I–’’ You’re not sure why the words won’t come out. Normally this is no task from you, you know how to say what you want. Verbalizing every disgusting and sordid thought that came to mind was never difficult for you. Yet in this moment, concrete had your tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth.

Eddie takes the initiative to lead. “Look, I know things have been different since I came back from the hospital,” He sighs, fiddling with his fingers. He looks anxious in a way that you’re not used to. “I can feel it. We haven’t–we’re not the same, y’know?”

Your brain is still trying to connect your own words while Eddie speaks in choked sentences. “Shit, I’ve got the fucking scars to prove things have changed. I get it.” His eyes seek out your own worried ones across the room. “You haven’t really touched me and it’s–hard. I get it if you think this isn’t working anymore.”

A stopping block trips your thoughts and you can’t find the words to tell him that breaking up with him is not your plan. Eddie’s always been observant, he’s always known you. He’s been able to read you like a book since you started dating him. He could tell when you were shying away from sex, choosing to kiss his lips lightly insead of yanking him down with that terrible hunger of yours. The signs were right there and he was waiting for you to tell him that you couldn’t do this anymore. The trauma of what happened to him, of you almost losing him was too much for the relationship to bear and you’ve never planned to date him anyways.

It was simply a friends with benefits situation that caught feelings too fast. The relationship grew before you could grasp it and you woke up one day with a boyfriend and his heart in your palm.

He always told you it was yours to break.

You see the tears piling up in his eyes before he blinks them away.

“I will always care for you, y’know?” He laughs wetly, wiping his hands on his jeans. “I promise I will.”

In this moment you’re cursing your personality, your inability to be vulnerable, your near desperate need to always have one foot out the door. It was a self-preservation thing. You couldn’t be the person to give more, to love harder, to expose yourself.

You could do sex without feelings. You’ve done it many times before Eddie, you’ve fucked and rolled off the bed ten minutes later, gathering your clothes before your partner woke up. For some reason, it was different with Eddie. It was like you had latched on to him somehow and then he was dragging you out to dates and you were showing up to his gigs regularly. It just happened, you weren’t sure when. You just woke up in the middle of it.

But now Eddie is slipping away and you need to roll over, expose the soft underbelly that you’ve kept away.

So you take a deep breath and wince as you say, “I want to make love. To you. With you.”

The room is achingly silent and your eyes are shut to protect yourself from Eddie’s reaction.

“What?”

“I’ve never done it before,” You confess, slowly opening your eyes to look at your perplexed boyfriend. “I can fuck, I can do it really well. The hair pulling and hitting and choking, I know how to do all that shit. But, um–the other stuff. The slow stuff? The romantic shit? I’ve never done that before and I–uh, I don’t want you to think I’m like fucked up or something.”

You can clock the moment that your words finally process in Eddie’s brain and his eyes soften when he looks at you. “You haven’t been avoiding me because you think my body is gross and disgusting?” It comes out as a half laugh but you can read the hesitance and fear easily.

“No! No, not at all. I’ve wanted you, really bad actually. I just didn’t want it to be our normal sex, I wanted to like–” You swallow the pride that threatens to close your throat and fight to continue this conversation. “Like–sh-show you how much I love you.”

It’s easy to see that Eddie’s floored at the way things are turning. He’s used to yanking feelings out of you, forcing you to relinquish the thoughts that you withheld from him.

“I know it’s not easy being with me sometimes, but if it’s okay with you, and you’re not too mad at me for taking so long, I’d like to try–to make love.”

Eddie’s nodding his consent and you’re leaning forward to kiss his lips, smearing your cherry lip gloss on his face.

Between kisses you’re pushing off his clothes, tugging his jeans off, and pulling your tank top over your head. Your skirt and panties quickly join the pile on the floor, along with Eddie’s underwear. When it comes time to take his shirt off, he hesitates, and you kiss his cheeks while sliding your hands under his shirt. This would be your first time seeing his scars.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” You promise, pulling back to look in his eyes. “But, I really want to.”

The sincerity in your voice has him releasing his grip on the bottom of his shirt. You slowly lift the material over chest and off his body. He’s holding his breath as you drop kisses on his chest, your hands moving tenderly, tracing the skin lightly. “You are so fucking brave,” You whisper and your breath tickles his skin. “But please don’t do that shit again, okay?”

When you look up at him, tears are streaming down your cheeks and you’re swiping at them harshly with the back of your hand.

“Please, okay? I don’t–I can’t lose you. I won’t be okay, Eddie.” Your voice takes on a shaky whisper but you’ve turned on a faucet, and the water won’t stop running. “I won’t be fine. I won’t move on or find someone new, I won’t fucking make it without your laugh or your smile or your annoying music or your hands,” You pull his hands up, kissing his fingers and his knuckles as your tears fall faster.

“I won’t be fine without your voice,” You lean down and kiss his throat and the feeling of your wet cheeks against his neck makes Eddie choke a little. “Or your arms, or your eyes, or your heart beating in your chest, okay? So don’t do it again. Be a coward for me, because I won’t survive without you.”

Your words hit him like hollow tips in his lungs and he doesn’t have time to ask you what you mean because you’re sliding down to kiss his stomach. You’re taking your time to tell him how much he means to you as you do. A hand sneaks down to stroke him slowly, even though he’s been hard against your thigh since your hands started running down his chest.

Once you deem him ready, you move to slip him in, but he makes you stop.

“I didn’t prep you,” Eddie mutters, trying to move his hands to your wet cunt. “It’ll hurt.”

Shaking your head, you guide his tip against your entrance, “Wanna feel it. Need to feel you like this.”

Without Eddie’s fingers stretching you out beforehand, the fit is tight and it’s taking his breath away. But it’s exactly what you want. Adjusting to Eddie took a while and it was even harder without having an orgasm first, still you just desperately needed him.

“Feels so fucking good,” You smile at him, raising your hips and dropping them slowly. "Like you're made for me."

Setting a steady pace is easy, but when your eyes lock with his, you start crying again. It really hits you that you almost lost him–you almost lost him without having this moment.

Eddie’s brushing his hands over your cheeks and you turn your face to kiss his palms. You hold his hands, unsure of how to deal with everything that you’re feeling.

The sex is always amazing but you’ve got your heart split open for him on a platter, and he’s eating greedily. He’s accepting your praise, your confessions of love, your purrs of adoration with ease.

He leans up to place a tender kiss on your lips and you cup his cheek as you reciprocate. It’s tainted with your tears and Eddie won’t pull away. Not when you’ve stripped away the tense outer shell without quarrel. You’ve laid everything bare for him and you continue to feed him more.

“I love you, Eddie. I love you so fucking much.”

His cock jerks inside you while he moans at your confession. You don’t need him to say it back and you don’t want him to either. You just need him to hear you, to understand that you mean it.

Your walls are massaging him like nothing he’s ever felt before. In harsh whispers he tells you that he won’t last long and you nod, pulling him closer to you.

Nothing feels close enough. He’s already in your head, and still you want more. You want him under your skin, you want him inside you, just like this, forever.

Before you’re able to swat his hand away, his fingers find your clit with ease.

He always tells you he can’t cum without you. And this time, he leaves you no choice. His fingers flick and strum against your button and your body is tightening up without your permission.

“Eddie–god–I’m close, gonna cum,” You pant in his ear, wrapping your arms around him as tight as you can.

“Cum for me, baby, please. Shit, I’m right here.”

Something about that makes that coil snap and your body gives in. It’s better than an ‘I love you,’ the acknowledgement that you needed to hear from him. The confirmation that he’s still here and you’ve still got him is enough to set you on top of that cliff you’ve been climbing.

You feel him spilling into you hotly with a few heavy rolls of his hips and a strained cry of your name.

Heavy panting fills the room and Eddie lays back, pulling you on top of him.

“Are you okay?” Eddie asks, tracing shapes up and down your back.

Obviously he’s talking about more than sex. He’s referencing the part where he almost died and you swore you couldn’t be without him. You’ve shown him more fragility in one night than you have in your entire relationship.

“I can’t lose you,” You repeat with your ear pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat in your favorite rhythm. “I really can’t, okay? You don’t get to make me love you and then fucking die.”

The tremble at the end of your words tells him this is more than a threat, it's a holy confession, and he relishes in the sanctuary of your love.

“I love you, too.”

You don’t move yet, instead you soak up the sound of Eddie’s breathing above you, the rise and fall of his chest below you.

The signs that he’s still alive.

#eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eden writes fluff #eden writes eddie #eden writes filth #eden’s up late #i'm feeling a lot of things right now pls don't look at me

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Thank you for the tags today and Sunday!! @ic3-que3n @shrekgogurt @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @whogaveyoupermission and @aristocratic-otter

I have an absurd amount of WIPs between my life in the Carry On Fandom and the Buddy Daddies Brain Rot. So I'm going to number my WIPs 1-20 and roll a D20 a few times to decide what you guys get a sneak peak of!

Wands and Hair - A cute little Oneshot that I picked up in the Carry On Server of Simon going feral over Baz's hair held up in a bun with his wand.

He has fairly straight hair that has just a slight wave of body to it at the end. Normally, it's brushed neat.

But right now isn't normal. It's the end of term. Finals are soon. Everyone's a mess.

Except Baz.

The only real tell that he's just as stressed (maybe more stressed since it's actually showing?) is his tie being a bit loose with the top button of his shirt undone and his hair being a little rumpled. In our rooms, he's been twirling his pen and even his wand around the looser pieces of his hair.

This entire year, he has made it a point to establish that we are not friends. That we will never be friends. That even being acquaintances is out of the question. The only thing we are is roommates.

Roommates who are on opposite sides of a brewing war within the World of Mages apparently.

The Mage has tried explaining to me which of the Old Families should and should not be trusted. It was difficult to keep up with all the names. But some names that I have held onto are the Grimm’s and Pitch’s. Baz is both. His full name is bloody Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch.

I don’t even have a middle name, and who knows if Snow is my real last name. It’s just what was written on my arm when the first care home found me on their doorstep. But Baz has a fancy middle name (that he prefers to his first name) and two last names. He also comes from the most powerful Old Family in England, and is fucking ruthless and perfect in everything he does.

None of it is fair.

So I’m enjoying this. Watching him. Seeing him finally show some semblance of normalcy as his hair becomes messier and messier with each twist of his pen through his dark locks.

2. Untitled - This will be a multi-chapter piece that isn't going to see the light of day until fall. It just popped into my head this week. But here's a couple little lines I have bouncing around in my head for it. The general premise is "what if Baz was the villain, but not by choice."

I thought it couldn't get any worse. Being locked inside a coffin and fed blood from a plastic cup for an untold amount of time. When they gave me the blood, I realized they had no plans of killing me.

That gave me hope. Someone could find me if I was still alive. (Well as alive as one can consider me.)

But then I felt it. A dark magic. Pulling at my consciousness.

There were words, a spell, coming from outside of the coffin. I couldn't make them out, even with my hearing, but I swore I recognized the voice.

Not that it mattered.

I wished they'd killed me.

Death would be better than this. Being locked inside your own head, conscious of what something else is doing with your body, but unable to do a damn thing about it.

This thing won't talk to me, but I recognize the magic at work.

The Insidious Humdrum is puppeteering me.

3. COBB Project #1 - I may have two different COBB projects in the works right now. I've been furiously typing away at these babies this week since I'm on a break from work.

I’m scared that I won’t be able to tell Simon everything on this list. That the memories will start to slip away over time the longer it takes me to find him. It’s inevitable, and I know that from experience.

I can barely remember my own mothers face at this point.

I try not to dwell on that too much. It will get me nowhere to worry about my own deteriorating thoughts when I could be putting that energy towards actually finding Simon.

He disappeared in the aftermath. As the light surrounding him and the Humdrum slowly dimmed until it was nothing, and then there was a crack in the air. In the atmosphere. It was like a dam had broken. Everything went black in a heartbeat. I couldn’t breath - whether from whatever was happening or from the feeling of being back in the coffin I don’t know.

I passed out.

And when I came to Simon was gone.

Little did I know at the time that the entire world as we knew it was also gone.

4. Honeypot - If you haven't watched the Buddy Daddies anime yet, please do. Trust me. It is worth it. This one will be a lengthy Oneshot. It's been living in my drafts for the last 3 weeks. I swear I'll finish it soon.

Kazuki is acting weird about this mission. Which I guess is fair - I’m breaking our normal routine that we’ve built up over the last few months.

What Kazuki doesn’t know is that this is normal for me. Well, for a younger version of me.

A version of me that had just figured out a big part of why I had no desire to carry on the family line, and wanted to rebel.

A version of me who just wanted to feel something.

I’d spend my free time rotating between a variety of clubs that catered to a specific type of clientele. The kind that would be willing to not ask questions beyond safe words and how I wanted to be fucked into the mattress.

It was thrilling for a time, letting someone so close. It would be so easy for them to end me if they wanted to. A strong enough hand around my throat. A hidden blade in my back. Part of me craved it, to be free of the monotony of it all, but I could never let my guard down enough for it to happen. Not that anyone ever even tried.

In the end, the thrill wore off fairly quickly.

Except for one club where I found I enjoyed it a bit more than the others. A man who knew exactly what to whisper in my ear to make me shiver.

TAGGING TIME

I literally cannot keep up with all of you guys. You're all so gosh darn talented and constantly sharing pieces of your work. So, I'm sorry if you've already uploaded your WIP's and I'm double tagging you for the day.

@stardustasincocaine @ivelovedhimthroughworse @buffy @ionlydrinkhotwater@artsyunderstudy @palimpsessed @onepintobean @confused-bi-queer @martsonmars @hushed-chorus @nausikaaa @fatalfangirl @larkral @ebbpettier @cutestkilla @facewithoutheart @yellobb @johnwgrey @bazzybelle @bookish-bogwitch @letraspal @thewholelemon @foolofabookwyrm-activated

#wip wednesday #so many wips #snowbaz #carry on #simon snow #baz #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #buddy daddies #BD #kazurei #3 of these 4 will land in the E rating #all I know how to write is filth #and sad #shit there's a lot of sad here #when did that happen #ONE OF YOU IS A TERRIBLE INFLUENCE AND I LOVE IT

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