So I Just Watched A Markiplier Video And He Was On Inferkit Which Is A Website Where You Type Maybe A

So i just watched a Markiplier video and he was on Inferkit which is a website where you type maybe a sent or two and the ai finishes it and this is what i got about Eddie Munson NSFW (I wrote the first sentence)

Eddie Munson started kissing me hard and removing all of our clothing.

He slipped his pants off and his big white stiff cock was bobbing straight up.

It was huge!

The first thing he did was to take me into his mouth.

It was fantastic!

He was sucking and licking my pussy like a madman.

After about a minute or so, he pulled my ass cheeks apart and buried his cock in my ass.

It was the first cock I had taken in my ass and it was incredible!

It was such a turn on for me to be fucked in the ass.

After a few minutes of that, he pulled me onto the bed and we

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

DONT LOOK AT THIS - READ LATER

mattheo's mixtape.

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader.

song inspiration: lovesong by the cure.

author's note: this idea has been in my head for so long, but now it's finally out. strap in babes, we're simping for mattheo on main. something about those pretty brown eyes and angelic little curls just get me. your honor, i adore him.

The bell outside the door to the record store chimed softly as the boys ventured inside. Mattheo peered curiously at the buzzing neon sign, the slightly scuffed black and white vinyl floor, and the racks and racks of records lining the walls. Though he hadn’t been to the muggle side of Edinburgh, it didn’t look all that different from its magical counterpart.

Yet Mattheo felt like a fish out of water all the same. 

Behind him, Theo continued rambling as they perused the vast collection of records laid out before them. “What songs have you picked out? Is there a theme? We’ll need to collect all the tapes for the cassette recorder and compile them all into a single tape.” 

The slew of questions Theo threw his way was enough to make him feel overwhelmed. Mattheo was well aware that he was completely out of his depth here, but he was determined to learn. Admittedly, he was quite ignorant of the muggle world until you came into his life. The more you told him about the queer customs and traditions of the non-magical population, the more he began to crave your stories of taking the tube, eating fish and chips until you were sick, and visiting Brighton with your cousins over the summer holiday. 

There was a whole world out there that you were a part of, which made him want to be part of it as well.

“You boys alright?” asked the kind woman behind the counter. "Would you like some help?"

Mattheo shied away from the attention, but as usual, Theo turned on his charm and flashed a winning smile at the older woman. “As a matter of fact, we do,” his friend drawled. “My mate here is looking to make a mixtape for his girlfriend.” 

The woman smiled warmly. “How sweet. I remember those days. There’s nothing quite as magical as first love,” she said with a dreamy, faraway expression. “I’d be happy to help. What songs did you have in mind?” 

After turning over his list, the woman, who turned out to be the owner of the record store, helped compile the cassettes Mattheo needed in order to make the mixtape. She patiently showed them how to record each track and slowed down the instructions so Mattheo could diligently write down notes. 

As Mattheo waited for the next track to record, he watched as Theo tried and failed to flirt with the older woman. 

“I’m flattered, dear. But I’m old enough to be your mum.” Mattheo snickered, causing his best friend to glare at him. 

“Age is nothing but a number, Annette.” 

“You’re a persistent one, aren’t you? I’m sure you’ll find your match someday, Theodore. As I have in my husband, whom I’m happily married to.” She turned over to Mattheo and smiled. “He was my first love too.” 

Making small talk had never been Mattheo’s strong suit and you often teased him that engaging in polite conversation with a stranger every once in a while wouldn’t kill him. Without fail, he sarcastically responded that it genuinely might, which earned him an eye roll. A fond one, though. Followed by a lip bite as you attempted to conceal a smile. 

“How long have you been together?” Mattheo asked curiously. 

“Twenty years,” Annette answered proudly. “Though we were friends for ages before he finally mustered up the courage to ask me out.”

Theo snorted. “Sounds familiar.” 

Mattheo swatted the back of his head. “My girl and I started out as friends too. Best friends, actually.”

“Hey!” Theo whined. “I take offense to that. I’ve known you longer. Only difference is that you and Y/N snog, which I’m more than open to if you asked.” The wink he sent Mattheo's way made the other boy blanch.

“Sorry about him.” It was a sentiment he was quite familiar with when it came to Theo. The twat tended to flirt with anything that had a pulse. Come to think of it, he wouldn't put it past Theo to chat up a corpse. Merlin knows Mattheo had witnessed his friend trying out a pick up line on the Grey Lady. “So, your husband. When did you realize he was the one?” 

“There wasn’t a specific moment, per say,” Annette said thoughtfully. “It’s a culmination of our history together. Since we were friends for so long, Declan just knew me. He knew how I took my coffee and had it ready for me first thing in the morning. He knew that I hated driving in the snow and always offered to give me lift to work when it did. He knew that I had a soft spot for strays and never complained when I brought them home. Declan makes me feel safe. Like I could weather anything the world threw at me as long as he was by my side. I guess when you know, you know."  

Mattheo pondered her words. He couldn’t help but recall all the times that his life felt like a never ending shit storm, like it would swallow him whole and drown him from the weight of his troubles. Yet at the end of the day, he always knew that after the storm came the rainbow. That’s what you were for him. You colored his world so brightly that the dark seemed inconsequential compared to your light. 

“Y/N makes me feel like that too,” Mattheo declared. “She’s patient and kind. She’s the type of person that always sees the good in people. She saw it in me even when I couldn’t see it myself.” 

Behind him, Theo sniffled as he patted his shoulder. For all his jokes and sarcasm, his friend was actually a hopeless romantic deep down. “For Salazar’s sake, Mattheo. Don’t make me bawl like a baby in front of the pretty lady.” Theo wiped at the corner of his eyes rather dramatically. “If Y/N doesn’t marry you someday, then I will. I bet my legs would look amazing in a white dress.”

At that, Mattheo chuckled. He was suddenly glad that his best friend was more than willing to be dragged along in Mattheo’s endeavors to impress his girl. Salazar knew he never would've gotten this far without Theo's self-proclaimed expertise on all things muggle, thanks to his Advanced Muggle Studies class.

As they wrapped up, Mattheo thanked Annette for all her help. Theo promised to come back and winked over his shoulder as Mattheo gathered all of his supplies. The older woman smiled at him as they parted ways.

"Best of luck, Mattheo. Though I doubt you need it. Thank you for indulging an old woman. It was genuinely a pleasure to be able to help you today."

"No, thank you. Y/N is going to love it."

"Your girlfriend is a very lucky girl."

Mattheo shook his head. "I'm the lucky one. This is the least I could do to show her how much I..." he trailed off, trying to find the right words. "How much I care for her."

Care didn't seem like a strong enough word, but it was close. Mattheo wasn't sure he could fully verbalize the intensity of what he felt for you. You weren't just his girlfriend. You were his best friend, too. His confidante. His rock. You were everything to him.

“Remember what I told you. When you know, you know." She patted Mattheo's shoulder. "You talk about Y/N like I talk about my husband. It's clear that she's very special to you. Don't let go of that one."

Mattheo smiled to himself, his cheeks flushing. “I won't.” 

The midnight moon glowed above the Scottish Isles, enveloping the rocky shores of the Black Lake with a chilly breeze that made you shudder even underneath the comfort of your red and gold striped sweater. 

“Are you cold?” Mattheo asked softly, his voice echoing through the empty beach. 

Before you could respond, your boyfriend shrugged off his coat and wrapped it around your shoulders. With a shy smile, you thanked Mattheo and flushed as he took your hand in his. As you continued on your late night stroll, he cleared pebbles in your path to ensure that you didn’t trip over them on the way to the dock. 

It was the little things—the small gestures that Mattheo enacted on a daily basis that made you fall for him even more. Though the relationship was fairly new, the connection between you was undeniable. Perhaps because you started out as potions partners, which eventually blossomed into friendship and now you couldn’t even remember a time when he wasn’t part of your life. 

The two of you settled at the end of the dock and the rickety wood creaked underneath the weight, adjusting to its visitors as Mattheo cuddled you into his side. Warmth radiated off of him, heating you from the inside out with a pleasant flush. Mattheo chuckled as you shoved your cold hands underneath his sweater, curling his fingers around yours and warming you up like your own personal heater. 

“So, why did you want to come out here tonight?” you asked after a moment. 

As you peered up at him, the moonlight kissed your boyfriend’s features, illuminating the sharp edges of his jawline and cheekbones, curving down the slope of his nose and stopping right above his Cupid’s bow where his soft, plush lips curled into a shy smile as he blinked down at you. 

The flush on his cheeks was almost an exact match to the crimson scarf around your neck. He absentmindedly fidgeted with your fingers, his chocolate brown eyes flickering over your face nervously. Mattheo looked so shy and earnest, so unlike the bad boy persona that everyone else seemed to attribute to your boyfriend. 

“I made you something,” he stated. You watched as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a cassette tape that you hadn’t noticed before. “I noticed that you listen to music while studying or walking through the halls, so I thought I’d compile a few of my favorite songs for you.” 

Your heart warmed at this beautiful boy. “You made me a mixtape?” 

Mattheo nodded, his angelic curls grazing his cheeks. “I can’t take all of the credit. Theo helped me quite a bit. I wasn’t sure how to make the tape for you, but he did since he’s taking Advanced Muggle Studies. We went into town last weekend and this lovely woman from the record shop showed us how to track and record the songs. I picked the ones that remind me of you the most.” 

You looked down at the cassette tape and smiled. The front was covered in little red hearts and spelled out in your boyfriend’s familiar scrawl was Matty’s Mixtape. As if that weren’t enough to make you swoon, underneath the tape was a small booklet with more of Mattheo’s handwriting. You smiled at his selection of songs. There was a mix of Queen, the Cure, the Clash, and of course, the Smiths. It was like having a little piece of Mattheo in your hands.

“I made you a booklet too. There’s a tracklist with reasons why I picked the songs,” Mattheo shuffled beside you, his body language conveying an uncharacteristic shyness. “I also drew a couple of things.” 

Sure enough, the booklet was filled with your boyfriend’s drawings. Your eyes filled with tears as you turned the pages. Mattheo rarely showed anyone his art. He was incredibly protective of anything he created since it showed a certain vulnerability. The fact that he was trusting you with it wasn’t something you took for granted. 

You traced over the drawings with a fond smile. There were portraits of you on one page, while the others contained memories that you were quite attached to. Your first date at the Three Broomsticks. The first time you wore his quidditch sweater to a Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw match. The day you shared a cup of hot chocolate at Madam Puddifoot’s when the two of you were just friends. They were all in here, immortalized on paper. 

Beside you, Mattheo watched anxiously as you flipped through the pages. When you got to the last one, you grinned up at him. “Matty, these are incredible.” 

“Really?” He asked, sounding a bit unsure. “You don’t think they’re cheesy?” 

“No, I love it!” You threw your arms around him and squeezed your boyfriend into a bear hug. He chuckled, burying his face in your hair and savoring the feel of you in his arms. As you pulled away to face him, Mattheo tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His heart hurt just to look at you. He really couldn’t believe you were his. You smiled softly. “And I love you.” 

You said it firmly, like it was a matter-of-fact. Like you were reciting a truth as fundamental as gravity. 

“You love me?” 

“I do,” you replied with a smile. “I love you, Mattheo Riddle.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Absolutely positive.” 

“I just don’t want you to feel like you have to say it because I made you this mixtape and gave you cheesy drawings—”

He stopped mid-sentence as you grabbed his face with both hands. Mattheo softened at the fierce determination in your eyes. “Mattheo. You’re the best boyfriend I’ve ever had. Before that, you were the best friend I’ve ever had too. You treat me like a queen and I never have to worry about other girls trying to talk to you because you never even give them the time of day. You make me soup when I’m sick. You give me your jumpers when I’m cold. You bring me coffee when I’m pulling all nighters. I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend, so yes. I love you. Not because of the mixtape or the drawings, but because you’re you.”

Mattheo was taken aback. Before you, he never thought he was capable of caring for someone so deeply. You were ingrained in him. It was like the universe had cleaved his soul in two and he’d spent an eternity searching for you. You were his other half—the better half of him that he’d been missing all along. Now that he found you, he had no intention of letting you go. 

The lovestruck expression on his face warmed your heart. His eyes—those sweet, warm brown eyes made you feel weak in the knees. Mattheo cradled your jaw and looked at you like you were the only girl in the world. 

“I love you too, Y/N.” 

You smiled as he leaned forward, bringing your lips to his in a tender kiss. He sighed in relief like he’d been waiting for this all day, fingers snaking through your hair as your body melted into his. Mattheo hummed, peppering kisses all over your face. You giggled as he pecked your cheeks, nose, jaw, and neck. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he declared with every kiss. 

Burying your face into his neck, you inhaled the familiar scent of amber, cinnamon, and leather. Mattheo sighed as you scratched his scalp.

“Will you tell me about the songs while we listen to them?” you murmured against his skin. 

Mattheo nodded as his curls tickled your cheek. “Of course, sweetheart.”

He pulled out a cassette player and popped the tape in. You cuddled into his side, smiling as he presented you with one half of the headphones. The soft crooning sound of the Smiths filled your ears as Mattheo played with your hair, telling you little anecdotes about the band and how Theo almost knocked over the cassette recorder while he tried to flirt with the record shop owner. 

You chuckled as you listened, picking up the sweet lyrics that made Mattheo choose the songs in the first place. You loved each one of his picks, but the best song by far was the sound of his heartbeat thudding in your ears, syncing with your own as it beat for him and him alone.

THIS IS FOR ME TO READ LATER

You're All I Want (Eddie Munson x Fem!reader)

summary: you and eddie have been inseparable since the day you met. it isn't until tina's halloween party that you realize something about your best friend.

cw: SMUT(18+ only mdni!) oral (fem receiving), slightly drunk sex, piv, cream pie, soft sex, sweet aftercare. best friends to lovers, mutual pining, eddie being the sweetest to reader and calls her sweetheart, reader overhears things she shouldn't have, swearing, underage drinking, reader wears dresses twice. let me know if i missed anything

On your first day of kindergarten, your mother squeezed your hand and gave you a sympathetic smile.

It was not only your first day in a new school but in a new town and state. Over the summer, your live-in uncle got a job at Hawkins Lab which required you, your parents, and your uncle to move 372.4 miles away from the place you once called home.

Hawkins, Indiana was big and bustling with folks young and old.

It was also new and scary to a small five-year-old you.

“You’re going to be okay, sweetie. I promise.” Your mother crouched in front of you, moving her hands to squeeze your dress-covered shoulders. “But I wanna spend time with you!” You all but cried. “Oh, sweetheart..you can always have your teachers call me if you need me, you know that.”

You nodded, knowing that if you really did need her, there would be a way to reach her.

Just as you went to hug your mom, a boy whizzed passed you both. Colliding with your backpack, causing you two to fall over. Your mother was quick to help the two of you up off the ground. The boy looked at you with wide eyes and began profusely apologizing.

“‘M so sorry! I wasn’t payin’ attention and..and..”

“‘S okay.” You reassured him with a toothy grin.

He’s cute. You thought as you brushed the dirt off your dress. He had short, curly brown hair that was all kinds of scraggly and the cutest brown eyes you’d ever seen. He was only a few inches taller than you were and oh boy was he cute.

He stretched a hand out to you, smiling a bit shyly.

You took his hand in your much smaller one.

“I’m Eddie.”

“Y/N.”

From that day on, the two of you were inseparable. Giggling in sequestered parts of the library to horribly corny inside jokes, him setting aside his “good stuff” for you whenever he saw you were stressed about something and needed to mellow out.

“Eddie I swear to God if you make me go tonight, you're doing my laundry for the next month.”

You jabbed him with your fingernail when he handed you that familiar bright orange flier for Tina's Halloween party.

The same party she held every single year.

The same party that would change everything.

“Oh come on, sweetheart. You need to relax. Come on please?” He used his soft brown eyes to his advantage whenever he could. He knew you would break. He knew you.

“Okay! Fine!” You gave in. Sighing in defeat as Eddie pumped his fists in victory. He looked far too smug for his own good as you rolled your eyes.

“You won't regret it, sweetheart. I promise.” He reassured you when he saw concern flash briefly in your eyes. You trusted him, you always had and probably always would.

The rest of the day flew by before you could blink.

“I was thinking we could do a matching costume. Like you could be an angel and I could be a demon because well, y’know it matches us?” Eddie suggested as you headed to his van after the final bell. You couldn’t help but scoff at the idea. Matching costumes were for couples and as far as you were concerned all you and Eddie would ever be was friends, best friends.

“Eds, we so aren’t doing matching costumes. I mean..” You swallowed before you could finish your sentence, catching a glimpse of Jonathan Byers sitting alone on the hood of his car. You had said all of three words to the eldest Byers ever and they were, “He’ll be okay.” when his brother, Will, went missing.

Eddie seemed to notice that you were distracted so he gently pulled you back to your conversation. “You were saying, sweetheart? We aren’t doing matching costumes because….?” He urged you, wanting to know why two best friends couldn’t match. Little did he know that was the reason. The two of you were best friends and deep down, you didn’t think you were ever gonna be more than that.

“You know what? Fuck it.”

You said, giving up.

Giving in.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart stutter as Eddie smiled brilliantly and hugged you tightly.

Yeah, you were fucked.

Eddie managed to convince you to dress like some Lord of The Rings character, Arwen, you think her name was. You honestly couldn’t remember as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The floor length, sage green, bell sleeve dress fit you like a glove, hugging you in all the right places.

“Damn, sweetheart. Any fantasy freak would faint at the sight of you. You look incredible.”

Eddie smirked as you left the bathroom, revealing your costume to him. You felt your insides get all fluttery with butterflies like before when he had hugged you in the middle of the school parking lot.

What the hell was happening?

Why was your heart practically leaping out of your chest?

It didn't matter now as Eddie finalized some things before nearly dragging you to his van and soon you were off to the party. You kept stealing glances at him as he drove. It was impossible not to. He looked good, really good. Had he always looked this good?

You didn't have much time to dwell on the fact that you thought your best friend looked incredible because the last thing you remembered was him opening the door for you and told you this was going to be a night to remember.

About an hour and a half and two beers bubbling in your stomach later, you had managed to lose Eddie. He had promised you he'd be right back but that was twenty minutes ago.

You staggered around the party until you hear a ruckus coming from the kitchen. You stood silently as you watched Steve Harrington and his perfect girlfriend, Nancy Wheeler seemingly having an intense conversation. Nancy stormed off into a nearby bathroom and Steve followed behind her rather quickly.

That's one place to have sex. You had thought to yourself as you walked passed the bathroom. Through the door, you could hear them arguing even more and the word bullshit being used by Nancy. You hadn't meant to eavesdrop on them so you slithered away.

You heard the door fly open behind you but you didn't pay any attention to it because Eddie snuck up behind you. "I'm so sorry about that, sweetheart. Got a bit caught up in some stuff." He looked at you apologetically as your hearts did summersaults at the same time.

He carefully took your hand in his and led you away from the party, guiding you up the stairs to an empty bedroom. Once you were in the room, he flicked on the light and his eyes darkened.

"You look so beautiful in that dress, sweetheart. Saw a lot of people staring at you tonight, can't blame them though. You're a real knock out."

He whispered in your ear, and your cheeks warmed up at his words.

"Thank you, Eds..." God, you wanted to kiss him but there was an unspoken rule that best friends don't kiss but that didn't stop you from inching closer and closer to him until you were practically nose to nose.

"May I kiss you, sweetheart? Please let me kiss you, I might die if I don't.."

Eddie's pleading voice was the last thing you heard until you were kissing. It started off innocently but soon he couldn't get enough of you so he carefully led you to the bed. He kissed you with such an undeniable need and desire. With your permission, he removed your dress and tossed it aside.

His hands gripped into your skin as his lips trailed down your body until he reached the waistband of your underwear. The same sage green color that matched your dress. Eddie audibly groaned at the sight.

You burned with need for him, sputtering out your verbal consent to Eddie and that was all he needed as his fingers quickly removed the fabric that separated him from your wet pussy.

You barely had the chance to say anything as he began to pleasure you with his tongue and fingers. Your mind could barely process the fact that your best friend was pleasuring you in such an intimate manner and at a party of all places.

Moans and whines of his name tumbled from your lips like a prayer as he brought you closer and closer to your climax. The cry of his name when you reached your peak was the most beautiful sound Eddie had ever heard.

"I'll never get tired of hearing you like this, sweetheart.."

He groaned as he rapidly removed his pants and boxers before standing at your entrance.

"Eddie..please.."

You begged and soon he filled you up. His cock nudged that sweet spot so deep inside of you. The pleasure and chemistry between the two of you was incredible and undeniable.

"Fuck..I'm already so close.. 'm sorry, sweetheart. You just feel so good.." Eddie rasped in between grunts and groans of pleasure. "That's okay..let go for me, Eds..let go.."

You had climaxed at the same time, the sounds of your names filled the air. In exhaustion, he collapsed on top of you.

"You doing okay?" He asked, voice sweet like honey. "I'm brilliant. Are you?" You inquired, your hand running through his hair.

"I'm amazing. I've been wanting that for so long but I was so scared that you didn't feel the same way about me."

"Eddie, I've loved you since we were kids. I always have and always will.."

He kissed you sweetly after that, then made sure you went pee before cuddling into you on the bed. The two of you knew that this was exactly where you were meant to be. Here in each other's arms and it was absolutely perfect.

self care is picturing yourself wearing a long dress whilst holding a sword at the seaside