#I saw a lot of confused people in the tags and comments who thought they were seperate characters hahaha

[joyjoy-ahoy]

who is the little demon girl hanging out with céleste?

The red winged one? That is.... still Céleste ahahaha

Those two designs are quite literally meant to be the same character, the demon version just being a fun idea of a 'bad end' AU where Céleste becomes a fallen angel.

#artists on tumblr #doodles #angel #demon #oc #character design #art #original character #talk #I saw a lot of confused people in the tags and comments who thought they were seperate characters hahaha #I just like making AU designs for my own characters hehe

[landososcar]

lover ; LN4

pairing(s) ; lando norris x swiftie!reader

summary ; in which y/n just wants to post pictures of her boyfriend, not expecting people to get the wrong idea

warnings ; smau, lots of fluff

note ; its 3am and i didn’t want to sleep til i finished this so idk what mistakes there probably is lmao😭 also just pretend the twitter stuff says 2024 i cba changing it all

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yourusername i saw the dimples first and then i heard the accent 💓☺️

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user1 who are you

carlossainz55 you tagged the wrong account silly

yourusername you replied with the wrong account moron

nando4lorris you two aren’t slick

yourusename yeah ok mr nando lorris

nando4lorris you’re supposed to be on my side wtf

user2 i’m so lost 😭😭

user3 i’m confused someone explain

user4 babe everyone’s confused

user5 wait so is this carlos’ gf or not

user6 idk who you are but you’re hot as fuck

user7 ok i swear i’ve seen carlos wear that top in the 4th pic before

user8 yeah i think i’ve seen lando wearing it too tho

user9 but lando isn’t in this girls likes and comments

nando4lorris yeah guys you’re right she’s gotta be carlos’ girlfriend

yourusername nando4lorris fuck off i hate you so much 😭😭😭😭😭

user10 ????????

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yourusername i’d like to hang out with you for my whole life 🤗🧡

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user1 crying because lando liked on his main AND his burner (confirmed)

yourusername p.s. the tag in these pics is for PHOTO CREDS 😁

user2 LMFAOOO HER COMMENT

user3 girl said my mans is NOT carlos sainz jr🙅‍♀️

user4 i have so much to say

user5 the taylor love lyrics, the orange heart emoji, the flowers, the ladybugs, THE CAT CARDIGAN

user6 i think i would die for her

nando4lorris 🧡🧡

yourusername 🥰

carlossainz55 i thought you guys were still trying to be sneaky

yourusername carlos you’re the one making it hard to be sneaky

user7 oh it’s so lando

carlossainz55 oh well it’s been 4 years everyone already knew

user8 ITS BEEN WHAT JEHFKSKKS ????????

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landonorris i’ve loved you (five) summers now honey but i want them all 😁😁

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user1 oh my god

user2 FIVEEEEE SUMMERS????? EVEN MORE THAN CARLOS SAID !/?;&2!@:9(

carlossainz55 i’m sorry i just guessed how many years because i didn’t know exactly just that its been a long long time

yourusername it’s ok carlos you were close

user3 SHES BEEN TO RACES AND NO ONES EVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT HER OH MY GOD

maxverstappen1 finally mate

oscarpiastri wooo secrets out 🥳

user4 he used a taylor lyric for the caption im gonna be sick

user5 if you zoom in on the second pic you can actually see me drowning myself in the background

ciscanorris1 💓💓

yourusername love you🥰

user6 wait i don’t have twitter can someone explain

user7 oh BABE you’ve got some catching up to do

yourusername my fav boy love you to saturn ☺️🧡

landonorris i love you more than you love taylor swift🥰

yourusername ok settle down babe don’t go too far

landonorris no sorry you’re right

user8 when he understands that ones love for taylor is never beaten >>>>>

user9 i need them biblically

user10 i still don’t understand how they hid her for 5 years lmfaoooo

user11 yourusername ok y/n but did he take you to the eras tour

yourusername he got us tickets for a uk show later this year 🥰🥰

user12 now, how’d that curly haired vroom vroom bitch pull HER

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#lando norris #lando #lando norris fluff #smau #formula one imagine #lando x reader #lando norris x reader #lando x you #lando norris x you #carlos sainz #formula one #formula 1 #f1 imagine #f1 fluff #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 fluff #mclaren #taylor swift #lando norris imagine #lando imagine #Spotify

[sgojoenthusiast]

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➸ DAY TEN: THE GAME.

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summary: Eren hate everything about you - from your attitude to your friends and your clothes, he hates you. You make other's lives miserable, and he's determined to put you in your place with an innocent game which results in you having to do whatever he wants for the rest of the night.

CW: fem reader, smut, halloween party, costumes, drinking, beer pong, reader is a bitch like you are seriously unlikeable, like she's a bully & your typical mean girl, masturbation, men being men but only for a sec, reader has to do whatever Eren wants yet the sexual stuff is consensual, spanking, bondage, degrading, eren steals ur thong, public sex, semi-public sex, praise, blowjob, throat-fucking, slapping, choking, biting, humping/shoe-fucking, eren calls you 'princess', no use of y/n.

a/n: so we're a good while into november and i'm just posting my last kinktober post - oops. i've been so busy plus i wanted to wait cus idk if it's disrespectful to the dead to post smut about them (spoiler warning) like right after they died. anyway, i read a book or another fanfic w a similiar plot ages ago and it's been stuck in my head since but i can't rememeber what it's called lol.

word count: 13.7k - if you read this, ilysm.

likes, comments and reposts are deeply appreciated! <3 enjoy.

masterlist.

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Eren couldn’t stand you. He couldn’t stand the way you thought so highly of yourself or how you’d walk around with your head high and a disgusted look on your face when you saw someone like him. He couldn’t stand people you surround yourself with or how you managed to look so fucking good in every outfit you put on.

He could't stand the raging urge he felt to fuck the attitude right out off you.

On the other hand, you found yourself not looking twice in his direction unless it was to make a snide comment to your friends followed by a mocking laugh before you went on with your day not thinking about him for another second.

Eren, however, would think about that comment for the rest of the day. It didn't upset him, he was by no means offended by your comment. It just shocked him to an immeasurable amount that you were still this much of an impudent bitch in college. Surely you would have managed to grow up a bit after high school, right?

No. Not a single part of you had managed to catch a glimpse of the real world past the curtains of your life as a spoiled, popular, hot girl who thought there was nothing out there more important than money and looks.

In all fairness, both of those things had gotten you everything you had ever wanted, yet in effect, it ruined the lives of the people around you as you dragged them down to build yourself up.

That's why he came to this party, knowing fully well that you would be here. Tonight, he was determined to humble you - make you feel every fraction of hurt and shame you had forced onto other's your entire life.

Eren wasn't exactly popular, which is why he was shocked to have been invited to this party in the first place. He had his small group of friends and he was content with that. Mikasa and Armin were also skeptical of coming, confused as to why Eren was so persistent after he had spent all of his years in high school and the time you had spent together in college slandering your name and every other popular mother fucker - all of them were exactly like you, and all of them were at this party.

He had a slight feeling that it was due to Jean, the host of the party, and his blatant crush on Mikasa - yet she went wherever Eren went and they could always count on Armin to tag along as well, even if it took a lot of persuasion from Eren. Armin was confused why Eren was so persistent on coming, yet he let it go once Eren got defensive when he asked.

It was a halloween party, meaning there were all sorts of costumes to be seen from every corner. Of course, you were all adults now, so instead of anything actually scary there were mini-skirts and shirtless guys wherever his eyes fell. Eren didn’t want to dress up - in fact, he had forgotten completely as he was so focused on coming up with a plan that would land you right where he wanted you, therefore, he opted for a tight black shirt and some baggy pants.

Once his eyes caught yours, he scoffed. You were dressed entirely in black. A black corset decorated with beautiful patterns, a small black skirt (that could have passed as a belt but that didn't seem to bother you), black fishnets and boots that reached up past your knees. Of course, to finish the look, there was a pair of angel wings and a halo that adorned your head. A dark angel, not an uncommon look but considering you were the only one wearing it, it could have passed as that. The reason he had scoffed at the sight of you was because he assumed you must have threatened anyone going for the same look as you in order to assure you were different to everyone else - he couldn't think of you any more highly than that.

He mentally scolded himself for the way his eyes were dragging themselves all over the parts of your body that your costume didn’t cover - and there was a lot of it on display. Your costume left hardly anything to the imagination.

Eren could feel himself hardening in his pants just from the sight of you and he cursed himself internally for it. Why here and why now? Usually, just the thought of you would be enough to rile him up enough for him to get hard but tonight he swore he wouldn’t let his eyes or mind wander.

Quickly, he excused himself, leaving behind a confused Mikasa and Armin. The pair had exchanged glances since they had arrived due to Eren’s strange behaviour - but they chose not to bring it up.

The house was massive, and there were plenty of bathrooms, so nobody should mind if he occupied this one in particular for just long enough to take care of his problem.

His back hit the wall and he groaned in both pleasure and frustration once his hand reached to free his aching dick. He held his shirt up with his teeth and watched as his hand moved up and down his hardened cock.

His breath hitched when his thumb ran across the tip and he threw his head back and screwed his eyes shut in order to help prevent any more noises from leaving his throat.

Eren’s mind wandered to the sight of your thighs clad in those black fishnets and the way your skirt was so short he was certain that if you bent down just a little, he’d be able to take a peek at your ass from underneath. He wanted nothing more than to tear those angel wings right off you whilst whispering in your ear from behind about how much of a dirty slut you were and how there was no place in heaven for such a dirty thing like you all whilst fucking into you relentlessly to the point where you were too fucked-dumb to argue back.

The grip he had on his dick tightened and he shuddered at the feeling, his pace increasing as the sound of him fisting his cock rang throughout the bathroom. He was panting  and groaning, unable to hold himself back for much longer.

What sent him over the edge, was the thought of how well you’d take him because he knew that underneath all the layers of this vain and hateful version of yourself was a slut who was begging to get degraded and humiliated - even if you didn’t know it yet. He envisioned how tightly your cunt would squeeze him as though it was so desperate for his cock and how you’d whine and plead him to stop like a brat but you’d never use your safe word because at the end of the day, you needed him to fill you up. He pictured the cute face you’d make as you came all around his cock, screaming his name and dragging your nails down his back.

Eren wasn’t able to control himself for much longer before let out a strained groan and shot hot ropes of cum over his hand all whilst his grip on his cock never slowed or stopped for a second.

He had spent many nights in this situation - fisting his cock until he was all out of orgasms whilst picturing all the different positions he’d put you in and all the types of punishments you’d have to endure just to get a taste of his dick.

Tonight. He told himself. Tonight he will have all of that - he’ll have you begging for all of it.

Quickly, he cleaned himself up and opened the door, surprised to only find one person waiting who could barely hold himself up which saved him the embarrassment of having to walk out to find a crowd of people waiting.

He rejoined Mikasa and Armin, and began to wait for the perfect moment to put his plan in action.

You, however, were sitting in the living room on the armrest of one of the chairs with your other stuck up, self-obsessed friends, chatting shit about every person under the sun whilst simultaneously insulting each other as subtly as possible. 

You were sitting by Hitch, leaning against her whilst absentmindedly playing with a strand of her hair as she leaned back and sipped on her drink watching as the people around her tore each other and everyone else to bits.

Hitch had been your one and only true friend - the only one you could securely say you trusted with anything and the only person you would let see through your bitchy facade and the wall of hidden insecurities lying within. The only thing allowing you to act so cruel and heartless towards others was that very wall, the one that prevented people from getting close to you but also letting anything out that may subject you to the same remarks you throw around so casually. In the world of social status, it was kill or be killed - but in more of a metaphorical manner. 

Occasionally, you would chime into the slaughter of other people’s names and reputations, adding your own (exaggerated) experiences and opinions of other people’s lives. 

You stopped paying as much attention when the guys started talking disgustingly about which girls they were planning on fucking tonight - you simply turned to hitch and rolled your eyes to which she laughed. 

“How about her over there?” one of the guys asked, pointing in the direction of a brunette standing awkwardly on her own as she tried to drink her nerves away. It was quite clear she was listening in on the conversation, whether that was involuntarily or on purpose, and the very mention of her caused her to quickly glance at your group before turning her face away - burning a bright red colour whilst looking for a way to escape, yet she was unsuccessful and ended up staying put.

Luckily for her, you gave her her own way of escape.

“Her? No, she’s such a slut.” You said without hesitation because it was what you did. You had walked in on her making out with another guy in the bathroom a few months ago and of course you had to tell everybody about it. “I mean, she can’t keep it in her pants long enough to wait until she’s not in public to fuck her weird ass boyfriend.”

The people around you snickered and the girl looked like she was on the verge of tears. You were being purposefully loud, making extra sure that she could hear you and not feeling an ounce of guilt.

“I mean, you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?” One of the girls sat across from you said.

You were used to other girls trying to throw passive aggressive comments in your direction, yet it would always end with them knocked out cold or with a broken nose so not many tried anymore - so her blatant rudeness threw you off a bit however you tried to keep your composure. You gave her a tight lipped smile and she stared at you with challenging eyes.

“Sorry, who are you?” you asked, clear malice sewn into your voice.

She laughed mockingly before replying. “Just someone who doesn’t sleep with every guy who gives her the time of day.”

Squeezing your empty cup, you scoffed and got up from your seat, clearly vexed by the comment made yet not quite drunk enough to start a fight just yet. 

What the fuck does she know? People thought of you as a self-obsessed whore, but in reality, only one of those things were true. You had only slept with two other guys, one being your long-term boyfriend and the other being a rebound after your break-up.

As you walked, Hitch called out to you, asking you where you were going and as you turned around to shout back, Eren could feel the excitement growing inside of him at the opportunity that had presented itself - the one he had been waiting for and imagining since the day he first saw you.

“I’m gonna grab another drink.” You shouted back to her over the music, she could barely hear you, but she nodded anyway.

Eren made his way to the path that you were taking and accidentally bumped into you.

Spinning around, you glared at him with nothing but anger and disgust. “Watch where you’re going, freak.”

Not wanting to waste anymore time, you attempted to walk off from him and make your way to the kitchen. Yet, Eren had other plans.

Swiftly, he grabbed your arm. His hold wasn’t painful, yet it was firm enough that you couldn’t escape it.

He wanted to laugh at the look on your face.

It was one that indicated that nobody like him, nobody beneath you, had ever stood up to you before. Nobody like him had grabbed you before. Your eyes were wide, and if he looked hard enough, he swore he would have been able to see steam coming out from your ears, yet his hold didn’t falter for a second. 

“What the fuck are you doing, perv? How fucking dare you-”

“I want you to apologise.” He started, and that look of amazement on your face only seemed to grow. For the first time in your life, you were utterly speechless.

“What?”

“It wasn’t my fault you bumped into me. You were the one who wasn’t watching where you were going.” His grip around you tightened slightly, causing your face to scrunch up before your lips parted in shock. “Therefore, I want you to apologise.”

Eren’s voice was low and calm, there wasn’t a hint of any pent up frustration hidden anywhere within it. In fact, he sounded like he didn’t know who you were, and to you, it looked like it as well.

After snapping out of your stupor, you let out a harsh laugh at his demand and jolted out of his hold, taking a few steps back. “You want me to apologise? Over my dead body. Who the fuck do you think you are?”

You started to recognise him from one of your classes but you refused to portray any sort of recognition in your voice or features, not wanting to inflate his ego any higher or make him feel any more special than he already does just from talking to you. Evan? Ernie?

“Someone who’s not gonna fucking bow down to you and fall to his knees begging for an apology, princess.” Every syllable was laced with sarcasm and there was a hint of resentment in his tone - the latter not being something you weren’t used to, there were plenty of people who hated you in silence because of envy though it wasn’t typically something you heard from guys.

“Are you asking to get your ass kicked, or what? Just because you won't do anything I ask, doesn’t mean there aren’t plenty of guys who won't.”

Eren looked down at you with a lazy smirk plastered on his face, and if you weren’t so pissed off at him, you would have been able to recognise the traces of malicious intent hidden behind the green of his eyes - like he was planning something.

And, fuck, was he planning something.

“Fine then,” his head motioned to the table setup with various cups filled with beer. “One game of beer pong. Loser apologises.”

He wasn’t an idiot - he knew you’d refuse to waste your time on a useless apology that you didn’t want all that much and he was the same. There’s no way he’d actually play you just for an apology.

“As if. I don’t want to waste any more time on you than I already have.”

Before you could walk off, Eren grabbed your arm once again.

“Okay… then the loser has to do whatever the other person wants for the rest of the night.”

As he expected, you stopped resisting. It pissed you off immensely that Eren wasn’t the type to just do whatever you wanted, and right now you wanted nothing more than for him to understand his place.

You paused in consideration. If you won, there wouldn’t be much of a difference. You didn’t need Eren to be in your corner all night waiting for your command, you had plenty of people who wouldn’t say no when you asked them to do something. The only thing you’d gain is more pride. If you lost, however, you’d have to do whatever Eren says and that would damage your reputation far past fixable. It would be social suicide and you’d never recover from the humiliation. But, you wouldn’t lose, right?

"Fine then," You started, eyeing him up and down as your tongue ran across your teeth. "Loser has to do whatever the winner wants for the rest of the night. Deal?"

The two of you shook on it, you making an exaggerated gesture of wiping your hand on your outfit after your hands separated just to remind him of how low he stood beneath you. Eren only let out a curt laugh as he rolled his eyes.

"Can't wait to make you my little bitch, Aaron."

A slight pause before he replied, "It's Eren."

Narrowing his eyes at you in utter disbelief, he tried to calm himself down, reminding himself that there would be plenty of opportunities for him to humiliate you later.

"Yeah... okay." You gave him a look that signified how little you cared. He simply brushed it off.

The two of you began to head towards the table, two people in the process of finishing up a game before you snapped at them to leave. Eren, on the other hand, had been pulled to the side by Mikasa and Armin, the latter scolding him for what he was about to do.

“If you lose, you’ll never live it down. If you win, her fucking minions will be on you like-”

“I know what I’m doing, just leave it.”

The two watched Eren as he turned his back, heading for the table where you were waiting with an impatient scowl on your face despite the fact you had only been waiting for about two minutes.

Mikasa tried to call out to him, yet her efforts were futile given the loud music that still boomed throughout the halls. Giving up, the pair looked at each other with concern etched into their features before reluctantly joining the crowd that had formed around the two of you.

You made a snappy comment along the lines of ‘getting this over and done with’ before Eren gestured for you to go first. There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation as you threw the first shot, immediately getting it into one of the back cups and watched, unblinking, as Eren tossed the cup's contents down his throat like it was nothing.

This went on for a while - you'd successfully get the ball into one of his cups and then watch intently as he drank the beer inside. There was something about watching the way his throat would bop or how he’d wipe his mouth, his eyes on yours, and then tossing it to the side before taking a ball and throwing it effortlessly into one of your cups.

You hated how attractive he was and hated yourself for not being able to take your eyes off him.

Now, you had only three cups left, whereas he had four. You cursed yourself for missing the last time but it wasn’t your fault when you could feel his eyes burning holes through you whilst he shot you that same stupid smirk he kept giving you.

It wasn’t because you found it attractive, it just irritated you endlessly. There was no other logical explanation than irrational anger - that's what caused you to miss your last shot. So, as you watched him throw the ball and the way it danced around the rim of your cup before falling in, you promised yourself you wouldn’t miss these last shots.

The other times you had missed, he wasn’t smirking at you nor was he staring at you like he could see through your clothes - so it really was the only explanation.

As much as he liked to think he did, he didn’t make you nervous.

Taking the cup, you lifted it to your lips and swallowed back the beer, some of it dribbling down your chin and down your chest.

Eren refused to let himself react loudly, though, as he fought against how his hands were gripping onto the table and how his jaw was clenched. 

The two of you continued the game, Eren missing once, leaving the two of you with only one cup left.

It was Eren’s turn, but it didn’t matter whether or not he got this last one in as long as you could get your next in.

Your fingers tapped anxiously and impatiently against the table as he stretched out his turn for longer than he should have been - like he was purposefully trying to ensure you missed your next throw. 

Aiming the ball, he threw it perfectly in the cup causing your face to drop before immediately wiping the reaction off your face.

Running his tongue over his teeth, he looked up at you with a winning smile and a vicious look in his eyes. “Your turn, princess. You don’t wanna miss this one.” Eren drawled, standing back from the table and crossing his arms arrogantly. “Unless, you actually want to be my bitch for the rest of the night.”

The large group of people gathered around all of you snickered at his comment and waited for your response eagerly. 

“In your dreams, perv.” You snarled at him, taking the ball and aiming it carefully at the last cup. Taking a deep breath in, you threw the ball and hoped for the best.

Watching as it hit the rim of the cup and bounced straight back off, your eyes widened and your face filled with horror. Your hands fell to your sides and you stared blankly at the cup in defeat.

“Just one more go, I-”

Reaching for the ball that had betrayed you and had begun to roll to your side of the table, you were cut off by Eren placing his hand over yours as it rested on top of the ball. Your head snapped up to meet his in annoyance. Once again, he was looking down at you and you had never felt so small. Your heart stuttered, there was too much humour in his crooked smile for someone who had innocently proposed a game of beer pong.

“No. We made a deal.” He sounded so naturally calm and though his voice wasn’t gloating - his eyes certainly were. 

You wanted to cry but you wouldn’t allow yourself to. There was no way you’d toss away all of your pride tonight - you were already going to have to do anything he asked you to so you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

Dropping your head and releasing the grip you had on the ball, you pulled away from him and sighed in defeat. It pissed you off to no extent to lose in front of all these people, especially seeing as though Eren had made the terms of the game clear to everyone watching.

You couldn’t help but scold yourself for even accepting those terms - it benefitted you very little. Never did you think you would lose and have to follow Eren around like a dog all night and wait for him to give a command.

Folding your arms, you raised your head, deciding to at least pretend that your defeat hadn’t pissed you off endlessly. 

“So?” You asked, waiting for whatever embarrassing wish he had for you to fulfil.

“I want you to get on your knees and apologise.”

You felt the life drain from your face as your heart plummeted. As if the night couldn’t get any more humiliating, Eren was right there to remind you that it can and it will. Shaking your head, you swallowed nervously and replied. “No way. Not in front of all these people.”

“We had a deal, didn’t we? On your knees, princess.” He spat venomously. You looked up into his eyes with a silent pleading desperation and realised there was no negotiating when you noticed how lifeless and full of hatred his eyes were. It also hit you at that moment that he had been waiting for an opportunity like this for a while. Had he planned this entire thing?

Looking around, you felt a burning amount of rage flow through you as you bit your lip and sank to your knees.

“I’m sorry.” Your tone wasn’t short of seething anger and you kept your head down, not wanting to look at how proud he must be.

“Aw, c’mon, you can do better than that,” Your fingers grasped at the thin and short material of your skirt in frustration. “Look, you can sit here and apologise properly to get this over and done with, or we can be here all night - which is only more embarrassing for you, really. I mean, at least try to sound sorry.”

As much as you didn’t want to admit for the second time in two minutes, he was right, so you caved in.

“I’m sorry, Eren. I’m sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going and bumped into you and I’m sorry I said it was your fault. Also, I’m sorry for calling you a freak… and a perv,” Looking up at him, you stare intently into his eyes, like he was the only other person in the room. Your voice lowered to just over a whisper. “Please forgive me.”

Eren stood above you with his arms folded - his face now void of any emotion, not even a hint of pride or victory carved into his features as he looked down on you.

“Hm. I’ll think about it.”

How the fuck did he manage to annoy you more and more with every word that fell from his lips? He’ll think about it? What the fuck does he even mean by that? 

“You asked me to apologise, and I did. So just fucking forgive me.”

Eren crouched down to your level and took your chin in between his index finger and thumb before leaning over to whisper in your ear. “I’d watch what you say, princess. You don’t wanna get punished do you? I mean, how would all these people react once I tell them their perfect girl keeps pressing her legs together every time I look at her?”

He noticed that? No, scrap that - why the fuck did just the mention of getting punished cause that familiar throbbing in between your legs? And the way his breath was fanning your ear and how low his voice sounded as he spoke. What the fuck was he doing to you?

Pulling away, he gave you an expectant look and you shook your head - agreeing with him.

He stood up and motioned for you to follow him.

Fuck was this going to be a long night.

Within minutes of his victory, there were people crowding Eren and talking to him like they had been friends for years - like he wasn’t the type they’d make fun of behind his back. Like you hadn’t watched them.

You dragged your feet and followed him wherever he went, occasionally going to fetch him or his new-found friends another drink whenever he asked you to. 

He wasn’t talking to you much, and you were grateful for that. He didn’t gloat or brag about his victory, he simply gave you a demanding look and gave you a task to do. 

Despite this, he was constantly looking over at you. His eyes would wander down your body just like they had done when you bumped into him and like they were when you were playing beer pong. His eyes would burn holes into your skin before he would lick his lips and turn back around to rejoin the conversation he had temporarily removed himself from. You assumed he was simply trying to make sure you hadn’t ran off.

The thought had crossed your mind a few times. You could run off and save your reputation, but you were getting an odd sort of pleasure from the way he was ordering you around, laughing at you and thinking of new ways he could humiliate you in front of everyone.

Him not speaking to you, however, also gave you the time to properly look at him as well. You were right previously, he was in one of your classes. He sat at the back, typically staring out the window or twirling his pen. You don’t know how you never really paid any attention to him before because there was something about him that was so… attractive. 

Eren had a quiet, brooding look about him that would generally scare other people - or at least earn him a few weird looks.

Not tonight, however. His typical chilling look was embraced given the fact it was halloween and it made you seethe with anger at his blatant hypocrisy after he had made his distaste of you due to your popularity so apparent all whilst soaking in the amount of attention he was getting instead of you.

You were outraged that you were having to stoop down to his level and embarrass yourself in front of everyone. Yet, for some reason, you weren’t able to prevent the throbbing feeling between your legs when he was looking down at you and commanding you to do something else he could have done easily on his own.

You were glaring at him when he suddenly decided to excuse himself from the group he was with and called you to follow him. Cursing under your breath, you hurried after him with an annoyed look plastered onto your face.

“What's wrong with you?” He did nothing to hide his mocking tone or the humour he found in your situation.

“I have no clue what you’re on about. I just fucking love following you around like a dog and doing whatever you want.” You snapped, crossing your arms and furrowing your brows.

“Well that's good, considering you’ll be doing it for the rest of the night.”

There was a ringing in your ear and you wanted nothing more than to take a hammer and smash every single speaker that echoed the beat of the music throughout the cramped halls. Every brush of someone walking past you was making you incredibly frustrated and you felt so close to lashing out at someone - preferably Eren.

“You’re an asshole.”

Within seconds, you were pulled into an empty corner and pushed against the wall. Eren had one of his hands on your hip and the other had a deathly grip on your chin. 

“And you’re a pathetic slut who’s been staring at me the entire night with those stupid ‘fuck me’ eyes and pressing her legs together because it’s all the action she’ll be getting for a while after this.”

Your heart was thumping in your chest because of his bold accusations, and despite this, you could feel yourself growing hotter. Your skin became more sensitive and was tingling at every touch and where his hand was touching gently on your hip it felt like you were burning.

You were holding your breath - hardly able to speak or think of a comeback until you remembered how he had been eyeing you the entire time as well.

“Oh yeah? Haven’t you been eye-fucking me this entire night? If you play your cards right, I might let you fuck me?”

Eren pulled back slightly and barked out a laugh at your response as though it was the funniest thing in the world which only irritated you more, though you refused to show it.

Subtly, he slipped his leg in between yours and pushed them away slightly, creating room for him to press his thigh up against your clothed pussy and giving you a taste of the pleasure he could bring you just by simply moving his thigh to rest between your legs. Though, he knew what he was doing as he moved his leg slightly resulting in him grinding his leg against your clit causing you to whine softly.

“Let me? Princess, you really have no idea who’s in control, don’t you? If I feel like fucking you, I will, and you’re gonna take it like a good girl, aren’t you? Because, you’ve been so good to me the entire night, you don’t want to spoil it, do you? I mean, sure, you can’t take a single order without a complaint or any back talk, but you’re getting there. You’re a spoiled little thing, but one that I can shape easily into a perfect little slut.”

The way he was talking about you and degrading you would have usually had you slapping him in the face and walking off immediately. But the way his insults rolled off his tongue so naturally was so appealing and had the control that you were so desperately trying to grasp at, falling from your fingers even further than before. 

That’s what you needed. Control.

“You’re right, Eren,” biting your lip, you took one of your fingers and slid it down his shirt and across his stomach. You felt like gasping when you could feel his figure through the tight material of the shirt yet you decided to remain silent. “I’ve been so good to you. Don’t you think I deserve a reward?”

Control was something that was very short-lived when you were faced with someone like Eren. Someone who could so easily snatch it up from underneath your nose and wave it obnoxiously in your face.

“For what, hm? Doing as you’re told? That’s what I fucking expect from you. No, you’ll get a reward when you impress me. Like I said, you can’t even get through a single task without a complaint. What’s so difficult about grabbing a couple of drinks?”

“You won’t let me have one.” You retorted, a pout settling on your face. The first time he had told you to get him a drink, you had got one for yourself as well - a way to calm your nerves and help you through this dreadful night. Immediately, he had taken your drink away from you and drank it right in front of your face as you stood there and watched dumb-founded.

He had told you that you weren’t allowed another drink unless he permitted you to and you blew up in his face about how unfair it was and called him a variety of creative insults.

Eren was ensuring that you were sober enough to feel the humiliation of your situation but also that you were in the right state of mind for when he inevitably fucks you tonight.

“That’s right, I won’t. You’ll understand why soon.”

Eren removed himself away from you completely and went on about his night like that interaction hadn’t left him as flustered and yet simultaneously annoyed as you were. 

He walked into the same living room you had started your night in. There was a different group of people in there, yet immediately, as if he was famous, someone offered their seat to Eren and two girls sat themselves next to him.

There was a panging feeling of jealousy hovering within you as you watched them touch his arms and laugh unnecessarily loud at one of his jokes.

He had just been flirting with you and yet somehow, he had easily moved on to the two girls he saw next whilst asking them if they wanted a drink because he knew just the person to fetch them.

You stormed off to the kitchen, pissed off at how he seemed to be enjoying the company of those two other girls far more than your own. 

But why? They wouldn’t be able to handle him like you could. If he was finding pleasure in ordering you about and forcing you to humiliate yourself, all whilst grinding his thigh against you in a place where anyone could have walked past, who knew what other kinky shit he was into?

There was a sense of desperation that hung over you. You wanted him to notice you, you wanted to get his attention so badly, you wanted to show him just how much of a slut you could be for him.

There was no way he’d even look in the direction of another woman after tonight, you swore it.

Bending down, you placed their drinks on the table, flashing him your black, lacy thong in the process yet not caring because you took pleasure in showing off knowing the people behind him could see as well.

“That’s a nice thong you’re wearing.” He stated blandly. You turned around to look down at him, sitting so carelessly on the sofa with his arms draped around two other girls. 

For some reason, this frustrated you to no extent. You wanted to believe that it was because of how annoying it was that he could pretend like he couldn’t care less about you. But, in reality, you wanted nothing but his attention on you. You didn’t want him to be touching other girls - that was the reason you had flashed him your thong as well, in hopes that he would catch a glimpse of what he was missing.

You grinned when he noticed the fact that he had been staring so shamelessly at your clothed pussy, letting you know that he did want you and not them.

What he said afterwards, took you aback. The grin on your face immediately being wiped away from existence - no trace of it to be seen.

“Give it to me.”

Your mouth was agape and there was nothing but disgust plastered all over your face before you quickly covered it up with your typical look of nonchalance. 

The people surrounding you whistled, still invested in the ongoing dare and what would turn out to be your inevitable downfall. There was still a sizable crowd amongst the dozens of other people pretending to be minding their own businesses. People you had known for years, people you had made fun of and chat shit about were relishing blatantly at your humiliation.

There was only one thing that you could do, and that was pretend to be as unaffected by the situation as possible. So, without another second of hesitation, you reached up underneath your skirt and pulled down your thong slowly as your eyes remained locked on Eren’s, both of your faces portraying zero emotion.

As you pulled your thong down your legs, you felt shame as your arousal clinged to it desperately and you knew that the minute you handed the fabric to him, he’d be able to see a glistening wetness. Your pussy had betrayed you, and now he was going to know exactly how you were responding to his degrading demands and humiliation.

Like he didn’t already know.

Still, you kept your face expressionless as though you weren’t ashamed and cringing and dying a little bit inside.

At the end of the day, there were still crowds of people around you, howling and praising your name for being so bold and hot.

Someone had to be reminding them of what they wanted but couldn’t have - yet there was a part inside of you that was worried the boys would begin to think of you as some common whore who’d have sex with anyone - including them.

You only had room for one worry at the moment, and at least they still somewhat respected you, even if it was just for now.

You twirled the small, black fabric around your finger with an alluring smirk on your face. “Are these what you want, Eren? You’re nothing but a perv.” You said, bending down to shove the panties against his chest before quickly standing back up again and sitting down on one of the other chairs, not wanting to be around him as much as you had to.

He held your thong in his hand and you stared at him in wait. He had immediately noticed the wet patch, and you were waiting patiently for him to announce it to the entire room, giving him a look of false encouragement by raising your eyebrows expectantly - but that moment never came. He simply stared back at you and winked, like it was your own little secret and you thanked him mentally for it as you let out a breath of relief.

Eren didn’t even try to hide how he shoved your thong into his pocket as he called out your name.

You rolled your eyes. Again? Could he not let you have just one break?

“Come and sit over here so I can keep my eye on you.” The girls beside him giggled and you wanted nothing more than to scream in the faces and rip their heads off but thankfully, you refrained. “Right in front of me, on your knees.”

Once again, you complied to his request, standing up and walking over to kneel down right in front of him, shooting him a look that said ‘are you happy, now?’ to which he just smirked and went back to talking to those two other girls.

He should have been the one on his knees. He should be on his knees, thanking you for giving him the time of day that he needed in order to get those girls’ attention. Before you, he was absolutely nothing - not a single girl on his shoulder. Now, because of you, he had two of them and yet it was you that was on your knees.

Without your thong, you felt exposed and anxious that soon you’d be able to feel your arousal dripping down your legs or that someone would be able to see your dripping pussy.

Your mind was spinning, so much so you couldn’t feel Eren’s hard eyes on you as the two girls he was with continued to speak to him like he was paying them any attention. He could see the way your eyes were moving around frantically, the way your legs were pressed together so tightly as you lay your hands in your lap and fidgeted with your fingers. He was concentrating so heavily on you that even over the sounds of chatter and music, he swore he could hear the change in pace of your breathing. 

Suddenly, your eyes connected with his. You were taken aback to find that he was already looking at you and if it embarrassed him that you caught him, his face didn’t show it. Neither of you broke the eye contact you held for a while, both too stubborn to be the first to lose. Instead, you just stood up and brushed your skirt down - claiming you needed to go to the bathroom.

His eyes narrowed at you suspiciously and you walked off as soon as you saw his lips part to respond, knowing it would only displease him.

You started pushing through the crowds of people, desperate to get to the bathroom as quickly as possible. You could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs and the way your skin felt hot with embarrassment at the idea of someone seeing. 

For some reason, you had only gotten more wet when you saw how Eren was staring at you and how he didn’t take his eyes off you even when you caught him. 

There were slight murmurs of your name followed by mocking laughs as you made your way to the bathroom but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care - the only thing on your mind was Eren.

You were so close, mere steps away from reaching the door handle and behind able to relieve yourself when all of a sudden you were being spun around and dragged away causing you to curse whoever was preventing you from relieving yourself from your torment. And of course, who else would it be apart from Eren?

You stared at his back as he walked with your wrist in his hand and you could tell he was pissed off at you - just from his grip and the way that he was walking alone.

The two of you stopped in the corner of a very compact area, there were people everywhere but that didn’t stop Eren from trapping you. Luckily enough, the people around you were either far too high or drunk to pay the two of you much attention as they messily grinded on one another and blew smoke around the room.

Eren forced your head to look in his direction by taking your face in his hand roughly.

There was a scowl adorned on his lips, yet, replacing the usual emptiness within his eyes was a spark that you hadn’t seen before and it made you question whether he had something planned.

His arm was caging you in and he peered down at you menacingly. “Care to explain?”

“I already told you.” you said, the corner the two of you were in was relatively quiet for a party so you hardly had to shout. There was also the fact you didn’t want to draw any attention to yourselves because you were already in a compromising position in front of all these people, you were just relieved they were too intoxicated to fully comprehend what was going on in the corner of their eyes. “I was going to the bathroom. Before you stopped me, that is. By the way, I’m blaming you if I piss myself in front of all these people.”

Whilst Eren may have let out a laugh, it was one that was devoid of any humour or enjoyment. He lowered his head and shook it slowly whilst he laughed and his grip on your chin with the hand that wasn’t confining you strengthened. “That’s funny because I don’t remember letting you.”

“And I don’t remember needing your permission.” You retorted, growing more vexed with every second that passed yet at the same time that throbbing feeling in between your legs came back as you stared at him intently, gauging his reaction. 

He dropped his hand from your face and lowered it down to your neck to which you instinctively gave him access by raising your chin. “We made a deal, didn’t we?” 

When you didn’t answer him, his clutch on your throat grew more intense causing your mouth to drop open in a mix of pain and pleasure. “Didn’t we?” Eren repeated.

“Y-yes, Eren.” Your voice was less than a whisper, too afraid you’d say the wrong thing. However, you appeared to have pleased him at least a bit as his grip loosened ever so slightly at your response making you sigh in relief.

“Good girl. Now tell me, did you actually need the bathroom? Or…” The hand on your throat once again left its place and made its way down your body and towards the space in between your legs and a single finger wiped some of the slick from your pussy earning a sigh from you as you let your head rest against the wall. Immediately, his hand was removed from your pussy and he brought it up to the space in between the two of you as he examined his finger carefully. His eyes were glued to how wet you were before they locked on yours. “...did you need to fix this little problem, hm?”

Your voice was failing you as you spewed out pathetic stutters of what was supposed to be denial of his accusation yet you both already knew the answer. In fact, he was only asking you to embarrass you. This entire thing, his only goal, was to crush you and leave you mortified - not even recognising yourself anymore. Still, you attempted to deny it nevertheless.

“No! Wh- why the fuck would I- I swear I just needed to go to the bathroom.” It couldn't have been less believable if you tried.

The fact that you even thought of lying to him was enough of a reason for him to punish you - in his eyes, anyway.

“Liar.” He spits, and his hand instantly goes back up to your throat as a way of letting you know that you had upset him. “Fine then. If you want to cum so badly, then touch yourself. Right here, right now. I want you to touch yourself.”

Your eyes went wide like you had seen a ghost, but in reality, this was much more shocking. Was he being serious? There’s no way he actually wanted you to touch yourself when there were so many people around, any of which could look in your direction and see the sinful act you would be committing.

That spark in his eyes. The same one you had noticed immediately once he turned to face you, it told you everything you needed to know.

He was really telling you to touch yourself. 

“What?” you exclaimed. Yet, you couldn’t lie, just the idea of any one of these people turning around to see your fingers plunged deep inside of you really turned you on.

“They won’t see you, not with me blocking you.” he reasoned, taking a step closer and further minimising the gap in between the two of you. 

“Still, Eren, that’s fucking crazy. There’s no way I’m doing that!” But, oh, you wanted to. Whilst your words were disapproving, you couldn’t help but think about how good it would feel to touch yourself in that moment, your clit was aching and begging for attention as a result of your neglect and your hole was desperate to be filled but no matter what, it was unreasonable to suggest doing something so vile.

Eren simply tutted at your resistance and shook his head like you were a child and he was inevitably going to get what he wanted no matter how many times you objected.

“The thing is, you’re going to do it anyway, aren’t you? You could have left ages ago, but you didn’t. So there’s no point in arguing when we both know you’re going to end up giving in - not because I want you to, but because you want to. Try and hide it all you want, I know what I’ve seen.”

You swallowed nervously and looked around to see if anybody was watching the two of you. Still, you stayed motionless, scared of the consequences yet knowing that nobody would see you with Eren blocking you from anybody’s line of sight.

“What is it then, hm?” He asked with a fake tone of comfort. “Do you need me to help you?”

The feeling of his hand wandering down your bare arm before taking your hand in his own sent shivers throughout your entire body. You didn’t resist his movements, truthfully, you welcomed them. He moved your hand to the space in between your legs and used it to caress the inside of your thighs before your hand reached your soaking cunt.

“Don’t make me do all the work, princess.” 

It was like you were starting to act based on just his words and his voice. You found yourself wanting nothing more than him, wanting nothing more than to please him so that maybe he’ll fuck you.

You slipped your fingers inside of you and bit your lip to hold back any noises you wanted to make. Your fingers started slowly moving in and out inside of you and Eren drew back his hand and placed both of them on your hips, using his body to shield your own from any prying eyes. 

“That’s a good girl, so obedient.”

A quiet noise slipped from your throat and Eren hushed you soothingly as his thumbs caressed your hips.

Your fingers began to speed up and curled slightly in order to reach that spot that you knew would bring you close to the edge. Taking your thumb, you started rubbing steady circles on your clit and because of the added stimulation, it didn’t take long until your fingers were thrusting themselves continuously in and out of your soaking pussy whilst your thumb’s motions picked up the pace. 

“Tell me when you’re about to cum, okay?” You nodded in response, not thinking twice about it.

You used your other hand to cover your mouth and stop yourself from drawing any attention in your direction.

Eren’s lips found themselves on your neck, leaving gentle pecks up the side of it. His kisses were light as a feather and fleeting - gone and moving to another spot before you could truly appreciate his lips.

“Eren, I-” you began, your voice muffled due to your hand being placed over your mouth.

“Speak clearly, princess. I can’t hear you.” His voice vibrated over your neck and you whined louder than you should have done - your eyes instantly bulging out of their sockets as you looked around the room frantically to see if anyone heard and only let yourself breathe when you were certain nobody had.

“‘M gonna cum, Eren–”

Within seconds, Eren’s lips were off your neck and your hand had been dragged away from your aching pussy. You couldn’t even process what had happened because your mind was far too hazy, so you simply stared at Eren in disbelief.

You could feel your orgasm fading away and tears creeping up into your eyes. “W-what? Why did you- I don’t understand-”

“It wouldn’t be much of a punishment if I let you cum, would it?” 

He smoothed out your skirt for you in a fake gesture of kindness before walking off from you and shouted back for you to follow him.

You, on the other hand, needed a drink. So, you chose to walk in the opposite direction and instead towards the kitchen. Noticing this, he rolled his eyes and followed you instead. He called out your name several times but you paid him no attention as you took a cup and poured some alcohol into it before bringing it to your lips.

However, his hand stopped you before you could raise the cup and chug back its contents.

Eren removed the cup from your hand and placed it on the kitchen counter. “There’s a reason I don’t want you drinking alcohol and why I directly told you that you can’t have any.”

Still, you refused to listen and picked the cup back up against his wishes before taking a sip. 

“You’re acting like a brat.” Eren was clearly getting riled up, evident by the annoyance in his tone. “You seriously want to get punished again after the last time?”

Wiping your mouth, you considered his words, but the overwhelming feeling of vexation with him because of him denying you your orgasm overshadowed any reason or rationality, so instead, you simply shrugged and giggled to yourself a bit - feeling far too proud with yourself.

“Do you know how much fun it would be, how much pleasure it would bring me, if I was to tell everyone about that little wet patch I found on your thong, hm?”

You were fuming. How dare he threaten you? You couldn’t risk him telling anyone else. Just him knowing was embarrassing enough. 

Eren got closer to you, so close to the point where your chest was pressed up against his, and his head was mere inches from your own. You felt yourself growing hot, and that all too familiar feeling of need between your legs was prominent once again, just from the simple proximity between the two of you as though just him being close to you was far too much for you to handle.

“See, this bratty attitude of yours is gonna have to stop. Remember that you’re doing this willingly, and if I have to punish you again for acting like a brat then I won't hesitate to.” He cupped your cheek and spoke so softly, like he was complimenting you instead of scolding and threatening you with punishments. “So, are you going to be a good girl for me? Are you going to obey me like we agreed you would do?”

You were really started to hate him. You hated the way he spoke down to you like he was better than you. You hate the way that his threats and his insults and his words had this irreversible effect on you and caused you to press your legs together so pathetically like you couldn’t control yourself. You hated how you wanted nothing more than for him to make good on his words and just fuck you already. Mostly, you hated how much you didn’t hate it and you hated how you actually felt more inclined to misbehave than be good for him because even though it felt so good when he praised you, it also felt incredible when he punished you.

You looked inside your cup, checking out what was left of the drink - after seeing there wasn’t too much left, you took the cup and chucked everything inside of it at Eren before slamming it down on the kitchen island and tilting your head at him waiting for his reaction.

That, he hadn’t seen coming. He wasn’t expecting quick compliance out of you, but he assumed that after him preventing your orgasm you would at least show a little restraint. He had stumbled back a bit, shocked by your retaliation.

There was people surrounding the two of you now, vocalising their interest and edging Eren on to do something about it - he would, just not in front of them.

Lifting up his shirt, he wiped what had gotten on his face off before giving you a dead look and taking your arm in his hold and walking out of the kitchen. The people that were watching expectantly voiced their disappointment before going back to what they were doing.

You stumbled throughout the halls, people shooting the two of you odd looks as you followed him reluctantly - his grip on your arm merciless and all of a sudden you were actually aware of what you had just done. 

Eren opened the door to one of the many bedrooms and shoved you inside of it before swiftly shutting the door and locking it, his head hanging low whilst he faced the door and a brief silence fogging up the room, suffocating you.

You stood in the middle of the room, watching his back. You wanted to go up to him and apologise but you couldn’t find the courage to approach him. 

As he turned around, you noticed how his eyes looked dark and displeased, like you had really disappointed him this time and like it was his final straw in dealing with you. 

“You think that shit was cute, princess? ‘Cause I’m really not happy with you.”

“Look, Eren, I- I was just-”

The sound of his footsteps cut you off as he began walking over to you.

Without warning, he slapped your cheek causing the sound to reverberate around the room and the inevitable silence that stung your ears afterwards. You were no longer looking at him, your head tilted to the side and you resisted that prominent urge to press your legs together.

He cupped the cheek that he slapped and caressed it harshly. “Your safe word is red, do you understand.”

Giving him a clear nod, he took the initiative to pull you over to the bed that sat in the middle room before he took a seat and pulled you over his lap so that your ass was up in the air. He placed something on the bedside table, but you didn’t see what it was. Pulling up your skirt, he caressed the fat of your ass gently.

He sighed, shaking his head. “I was really starting to think that you were beginning to behave as well.”

The sound of a painful slap across your ass rang in your ears as you winced, gripping the sheets.

“I said I was sorry, Eren-”

“You think that’s fucking good enough?” Another slap, this time to your other cheek before he returned back to the other and slapped it a few more times. “You did a very bad thing, princess. I didn’t think you had it in you anymore after your last punishment but it turns out just edging you isn’t enough to help you learn.”

Eren’s palm slapped your ass with a sound that could be heard from the hallway if there wasn’t still music blasting throughout the halls. You sucked in a breath and your grip tightened on the bed’s covers as you waited for the next swat to come, and then the next and the one after that one as well - along with all the smacks that came after that.

Your skin was stinging and hot and it seemed like Eren was hell-bent on breaking you and peering through the cracks of your life with the sheer strength he was putting into every individual slap. 

And yet, for whatever sick and twisted reason that had derived from the most wicked parts of your mind, you were moaning and wriggling in his hold in a desperate attempt for friction against your aching cunt. You were finding pleasure in the pain he brought upon you no matter how much it stung and you wanted to cry.

You tried to squirm away as they got harder but it would always result in him somehow making the next harder than the last so you stopped trying.

“C’mon princess, take your punishment like a good little girl. You’re not leaving until you’ve learned your lesson so stay put.”

Letting out a low cry of pain, you tried to move your head up in an attempt to get away slightly yet he just brought his free hand to your head and held it down roughly. 

“Don’t tell me I’ve smacked all the sense out of you, princess? What did I just fucking say, huh?”

His words and his force - it was all far too much but equally just what you had been needing. There was something about letting go and not having the control that you so desperately yearned for that was so freeing - and now, with your head pinned and Eren ruthlessly smacking your ass, you had no choice but to submit to his cruelty and relish in the feeling of being used.

Slowly, he moved his hand to reach to the side of your face before tapping your lips in a way that asked for your permission to open up - to which, of course, you complied.

“Just a couple more, princess. Okay?” It had been a while by this point, your face was soaked with tears and your thighs were drenched in your own fluids. Your ass was red hot and growing hotter with every spank. “Just need you to tell me how sorry you are, otherwise I wont know if I can trust you to be good.”

Instantly, you replied - flooding his ears with sobbing pleas and continuous sorrys. He smirked and stopped his merciless attack on your ass before stroking the skin softly and affectionately. He lifted you up so that you sat on his lap and you winced slightly, resulting in a cunning grin forming on Eren’s lips.

You hadn’t been this wet all night, if Eren didn’t fuck you right now you thought you would lose your mind.

“Eren, I want you to fuck me.”

Raising an eyebrow at you, he sat you down next to him before standing up and looming over you - taking your cheek in his hand and forcing you to look up at him. “I don’t know about that.”

“I’ve waited all night, you can’t just-” 

“Yes I can.” He cut you off harshly and you stopped your sentence abruptly. He sighed like you were inconveniencing him. “I tell you what, if you beg me right now to fuck you - I will.”

You had already lost so much of your pride - you couldn’t lose anymore. He had gotten everything he wanted yet for some reason, after a single taste of greed, he wanted more. 

“I’m not going to beg you, Eren. You’ve gotten everything from me tonight - nobody is ever going to look at me the same again thanks to you. Isn’t that what you wanted? Now, you’ve ruined my reputation, the least you can do is fuck me hard enought that I forget about it.”

Eren’s features portrayed nothing other than irritation. He squeezed your chin tightly and you whimpered almost silently. “Who the fuck are you to be ordering me around? Either, you beg, or I leave. It’s entirely up to you, princess.”

You wanted it so bad. Nobody had ever made you feel the way Eren did. Nobody had ever crossed as many lines and tested you so much in a way that actually turned you on. He hadn’t even touched your pussy, yet you already know he know’s how to please it like he’d been fucking you for years.

But, at the end of the day, you couldn’t risk more than you had. You could spend the rest of your life daydreaming about how good Eren’s dick would feel pounding into you as you sat comfortably knowing you had manage to salvage whatever was left of your crumbling social status and build it back up again - or you could beg him to fuck you right now, and he would tell everyone about what a filthy slut you are who’s just desperate for his cock and your entire life would be in shambles. Who knows, maybe he wouldn’t even fuck you after you begged.

Taking your silence as an answer, Eren hums, before turning back around to unlock the door and reached for the handle.

Or maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he’d fuck you, and the two of you would then go about the rest of your lives peacefully knowing you didn’t turn down what would be the best sex of your life.

You craved him - it was Eren that freed every single one of your deepest and darkest fantasies from their cage and let you fulfill them. You needed him to.

“Wait.”

You had moved so swiftly from your seat and now your hand was covering his on the door handle. He didn’t turn to face you, he just waited for you to speak.

The feeling of your hand dragging itself down his body snapped him out of his stubbornness and made him turn to see what you were doing - only to be met with the sight of you on your knees as you parted your lips to speak.

“Please, Eren. I need you so fucking badly, please, I need you to use me and slap me around and hurt me because it feels so good. Nobody’s made me feel this fucking good before and I don’t understand why but I need you to help me Eren because I can’t take it. I can’t take it anymore, I need you so badly it hurts. Please. Please make me feel good, Eren. Please.” Your voice was laced with a tone of pathetic desperation that made Eren’s dick twitch in his pants.

Turning around fully, he looked down at the sight of your hands clawing at his pants as you looked up at him with pleading eyes. 

“Show me.” Eren demanded, his voice somehow lower than ever.

Without thinking twice, you began to unbuckle his belt and tugged down his pants - freeing his cock that was growing harder and more distressed with every second.

Shit - he was big. Bigger than you thought. Of course, you could kind of feel him when he was pressed up against you earlier or when you were bent over his lap - but you hadn’t imagined it was this large. Eren was amused by how impressed you seemed, but chose not to express it.

You started off by stroking the length slowly and kissing the tip before taking it in your mouth.

Eren hissed at the contact, his hand immediately moving to rest on top of your head. Already, you can hardly get enough of the addictive taste of his dick against your tongue and the way it’s drooling with precum.

He’s gritting his teeth, trying to stop himself from making too much noise and boosting your ego.

Yet, when his spongy tip hits the back of your throat he can’t help the groan that slips from his lips whilst your own are sucking him so perfectly - your tongue expertly moving around his length.

You bob your head up and down somewhat slowly, his dick being simply too hard to adjust to so quickly. 

Your soft, warm tongue was stroking his dick so nicely it was driving him insane, and as much as he could do this forever - there was only so much time before people began to get kicked out of the house and told to go home, and whilst Eren had no idea what the time was, he’d hate himself forever if he let this opportunity slip past his fingers.

The longer he was waiting for you to pick up your pace and quit teasing, the more impatient he was growing. He knew damn well what your mouth was capable of, but apparently no matter how much you ran it and how big that mouth of yours could be - his dick was far too much for it.

Eren considered it a gesture of helpfulness when he grabbed the back of your head and started thrusting viciously in and out of your mouth - the tip bulling the back of your throat as you gagged and choked yet showed no sign of resistance.

Theres saliva travelling down your chin and your slobbering all over his cock - it’s all so messy but none of that is on your mind. The only thing you can think of is showing him how much you need him. He makes you so pathetic that you’re shocked the mean bitch you were just a couple of hours ago ever even existed.

So pathetic, that when he moves his foot directly underneath him, you can’t help the overwhelming urge to grind down on his boot. You knew it was risky, you knew that there was a chance it would displease him but you could never stop yourself from acting without thinking things through properly. However, realistically, how were you supposed to think about anything when he was fucking every thought right out of your brain. 

You hoped that he was so consumed by his own pleasure that he wouldn’t have a problem with it - or preferably, that he wouldn’t even notice. Nevertheless, you grinded yourself down against his boot and moaned - the sound muffled by his cock yet the vibrations caused him to groan and his grip on your head grew harder.

It felt so good, the way your hips were dragging your pussy against his boot and giving you the stimulation you had been needing the entire night.

Your hands are gripping at his thighs for some sense of stability as you try to balance yourself whilst he fucks your throat raw and without any regard for yourself - his balls hitting your chin.

Sounds of gurgling and sucking dominated the entire room. It was all so lewd, from the noises the two of you were making to the fact that your hair was becoming a mess and you were drooling dumbly.

“Fuck- you’re such a slut, aren’t you? Doing all of this just so you can get dicked down - so fucking pathetic. I should have expected it from you.”

There are hot tears streaming down your cheeks but you aren’t anywhere near upset. Your makeup is no longer in tact, mascara painting your cheeks.

You can feel all of your senses going practically numb as he fucks them all out of you. You’re struggling to breathe but you’re entirely okay with it - you can barely even moan properly and you can feel the way he’s silently mocking you for it as he continues his brutal pace in your mouth.

Eren is entirely consumed by the pleasure - letting it take over him completely as he mutters out curses and groans deeply whilst keeping a tight grip on your head. He’s losing his mind from the delicious feeling of your mouth taking him so well.

However, he pulls out, evidently not wanting to finish just yet and theres a spark of hope within you that it means he’s convinced and that he’s going to fuck you.

“Shit- that was fuckin’ amazing, princess. Gonna cum all down your throat, next time.”

Next time? Your eyes widened and your heart clenched in excitement at the prospect of there being a next time.

Eren tucks himself back into his pants, that spark of hope dying a bit. He walks over to the bedside table where he placed something before. When he carried it back over to you, you recognised that it was a bottle of beer.

“You want a drink, sweet girl?”

You looked up immediately, wiping the drool of your chin, to see him swirling around the beer in the bottle. “Please…”

Eren smirked in satisfaction as he kneeled down to your level and took your chin in his hand. You tried to reach up for the bottle, but he moved it out of your reach whilst tutting disappointedly.

“Open wide.”

He poured the liquid into your mouth from high above your head, resulting in only some of it going into your mouth as you eagerly took as much as you could while a fraction of it dribbled down your chin and spilled down your breasts. 

He took the bottle away and brought his thumb up to wipe away some of the beer on your chin before slipping it into his own mouth and winking at you.

As he looked down at you, he noticed a wet spot on one of his boots and he raised an eyebrow at you. Shamefully, you turned away.

“Fuck, princess, that fuckin’ desperate are we?” he laughed, yet you couldn’t see the humour in it and there was a slight pout on your lips which was soon wiped away.

That singular spark of hope from before sets ablaze once he picks you up and tosses you on the bed in an instant - removing your shoes and starting on your fishnets and skirt.

Flipping you over so that your back is to him, he rips the wings from your back. “Your no angel, princess, I’ll tell you that.”

You could feel his voice against your neck before he started to suck and bite your neck.

He lifted up your top over your head so that you were now bare in front of him.

His hands were roaming everywhere yet his lips stayed on your neck as he kissed and bit your neck in a possessive manner - as though he was letting the entire world that you belonged to someone - that you weren’t just a slut, you were Eren’s slut.

To your dismay, he stood up from the bed. You turned yourself over to see what he was doing only to find yourself confused when he was rummaging through whoever’s wardrobe it belonged to.

Closing the wardrobe door, he turned to face you with a tie in his hand. Biting your lip, you tilted your head up at him in surprise. Laughing, you asked, “You really gonna tie me up with some stranger’s tie and then fuck me in their bed? And I’m the dirty slut.”

Eren laughed along with you, kneeling in front of you on the bed and forcing you to backup towards the headboard. “They won’t know.”

Taking your hands in a delicate grip, he tied them both together to the metal headboard. The knot was tight, so tight you figured you’d have a lot of trouble ever trying to get out of them without Eren’s help.

His lips hovered over yours for the first time before he pressed them together and plunged his tongue into your mouth - kissing you roughly.

He tasted incredible and his lips were so soft. For the first time, he was being properly gentle with you and he had no clue why.

This entire thing began as a revenge fantasy, so why was he all of a sudden feeling the need to handle you like you were glass. 

One of his hands slipped between your legs and began to play with your soaking pussy. “Shit, princess. So wet.” 

“I need you now, Eren.” You muttered against his lips, snapping him out of whatever daze your lips had put him in.

Bringing his hand back up, he quickly sucked the wetness from your pussy off his fingers and almost groaned at the taste.

Now, he was eager to be inside of you - longing for the feeling of your wet walls hugging his dick so tightly like he knew they would.

“Shit, princess. You think you can take me?” He mocked, a huge smirk plastered on his face and though typically you would have wanted to smack it right off, in that moment, all you could do was whine as you bucked your hips up needily.

He was practically folding your legs like a chair. Both of them rested on his shoulders as he leaned down to kiss your lips before pushing his rock hard cock inside of you. In sync, the two of you moaned at the sensation - and thought that initial pain from the stretch was apparent, so was the feeling of every single one of his veins and the slight curve of his dick.

Once he was fully in, he let you adjust for a moment as the two of you stayed in silence. Eren continued marking your throat as a form of restraining himself from pounding into you ferociously. 

Gradually, he started to slowly move in and out of you - and soon enough his cock was brutally hitting that spot within you that had you gasping and seeing stars.

His lips trailed down to your chest and took one of your nipples into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it as he pistoned his cock into your throbbing cunt.

He was fucking you so roughly that all you could do was lay there and moan loudly - completely unaware of anything other than how his dick was making you feel.

Eren was mesmorised by the feeling of your walls squeezing him so tightly and deciding that he needed to see it. Removing his mouth from your nipple, he sat up and used his hands to keep both of your legs up as he watched the way your pussy hugged him so tightly, refusing to let him go.

“Should have know that all it would take was a bit of dick to get you this obedient and good. A bitch like you just needs some dick to put her in her place, ain’t that right, princess?”

His words were hardly registering in your mind, but just the sound of his voice had you whining and your pussy tightening around his dick, desperate for more.

You could feel every inch of his dick pounding into you and dragging ruthlessly against your walls, causing you to gasp and choke on your own moans.

With all of your effort, you took a deep breath before sputtering out a request. “Wanna- t-touch you, ‘ren, please-!”

He paused his bruising thrusts, and with such a speed you had never seen before undid the knot of the tie without any questions - he simply just did as you had asked like he needed you to touch him as well before going back to pummeling his cock in and out of you.

Your hands went to grasp at his back, clawing at the flesh in an attempt to seize some sort of control. Your fingernails were leaving scratched in their places as they dragged down his back which only had Eren groaning at the painful feeling as he picked up his pace and somehow went impossibly faster and more rough.

“Such a whore, and all for me as well. Nobody else gets to see you like this, not anymore. You’re all mine now, princess. Do you hear me?”

You nodded frantically in response, unable to form any coherent words other than curses and chants of his name. 

The idea of being just his brought you so close to your orgasm. The idea of being able to have his dick inside of you, making you feel this good, whenever you wanted and all you had to do was just be a bit of a brat (which you were amazing at).

Noticing that you were getting closer, due to the fact that your pussy was only getting tighter around his dick and he didn’t think he’d be able to hold on much longer, his hand reached down to play with your pulsating clit in hopes that you’d be able to finish with him. He kissed your face and your lips and stared at you with adoration filling his eyes.

Everything was becoming so much. You were filled to the brim with Eren’s large dick, and the way his skillful fingers were toying with you so effortlessly despite how clouded he was with pleasure made you feel incredible.

“I’m g’nna fill you up with my cum. Shit, I need to see this pussy full with my cum, is that okay, princess?”

You let out a noise of approval as you nodded which was all Eren needed before he finished inside of you and the feeling along with the knowledge of how it was you that he was finishing inside of caused you to reach your high as well.

Eren continued to thrust his dick in and out of you through both of your orgasms as you came in sync. His lips found yours - completely infatuated with the way your lips felt against his and the way you tasted on his tongue.

When Eren pulled out, he was enthralled by the sight of his cum spilling out of your hot pussy as he smirked and used one of his fingers to push what he could back inside of you.

“God, you’re so fucking hot, princess. I’m fuckin’ keeping you, do you hear me? No more of that dare shit - you’re mine permanantly.”

Breathlessly, you replied. “‘M all yours, Eren. Just fuck me like that more often, okay?”

note: it's almost 2am, the ending is rushed and I have college in the morning so i apologise if there are any mistakes. i needed to get this out before I drove myself insane.

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Loooove your writing! ❤️ but what about Stella and our favourite captain aka Nico? Need all the details!!!!

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( tysm lovie!! I absolutely loved writing this, I love Nico so much!! )

au masterlist — you can find asks under #💌stellahughes!

°. — ( feel free to send any requests of things you would like to see in this series, or if you just want to share some thoughts! I would absolutely love that! Please comment if you would like to be added to the tag list! )

So when Stella found out that Jack would be going to the devils, she of course had to do her research. And let’s just say she went down the rabbit hole for Nico hischier, like she literally started giggling when she saw his picture when she searched the team up.

Love at first sight for real! CAN YOU BLAME HER???

When Stella did finally get to meet Nico, she was a blushing and stuttering mess as he introduced himself to her with a smile. Quinn who quickly noticed why she was acting like that tried to help her out by saying ‘sorry she gets a little shy’

Nico was sweet about it and said it’s no problem and that it’s nice to meet her (aUgh he’s so perfect) Jack was giving Stella a confused look, he knows she’s shy but she’s never been this…awestruck? He immediately doesn’t like it.

Obviously stella and nico got closer over the years, Jack and stella are very close(obvi!) and she always tried to come visit jack, meaning that she would also see nico! Nico would also come and visit sometimes, they were all close!

Also over the years, Stella’s crush on Nico was very well known…by like literally everyone! She’s not very good at keeping it a secret. She and everyone knows that nothing would happen from it. Nico finds it very sweet and adorable.

They are very close! It’s honestly feels like they have known each other for years! They are each other’s biggest fan, Nico loves and keeps all her art work she’s given him safe, and he loves watching all her figure skating videos, always texting her what he thinks of it!

Now that Luke and Jack play on the same team, Stella finds it hard picking what brother’s jersey she’s going to wear, so most of the time she wears Nicos!

Stella and nicos interactions go viral a lot, especially on tiktok, fans go crazy for there interactions!

Nico always gets shy and laughes when ever Stella says I love you before she hangs up on there calls, he always says it back. He honestly thinks of her as a little sister.

Nico loves teaching her Swiss German

And Stella loves hugging Nico, he honestly gives the best hugs!! 😫

They both find it hilarious how jealous Jack gets, Jack likes to make it clear that he’s still Stella’s favorite and that’s she’s HIS little sister

Nico is one of the few people she actually likes calling her Estella

They are just very sweet in general, they have a great friendship!

He once took Stella to a cat cafe and she cried, she reminds him of a cat tbh.

Stella is always liking and commenting on edits of him!

Stella’s contact name for Nico is ‘nico❣️’

Nicos contact name for Stella is ‘Estella 🐈‍⬛’

NICO IS THE SWEETEST PERSON EVER AND STELLA JUST LOVES HIM SO MUCH! 😵‍💫

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A Flower With Petals of Flame: Part eight (Eris x Reader)

Warnings: mentions of trauma and mistrust.

Part seven Part nine

Tag list: open

After arriving in Velaris, Y/N talks with Elain and finds out her brother hasn't told her everything yet...

(Sorry, this is a bit short but I didn't have a whole lot of time to get this out today)

Being back in Velaris was a dream I had never thought would come true.  The people were as happy as ever, even if the streets showed that the war hadn’t left even our hidden city unscathed.

Apparently Feyre has a little art studio, which warms my heart.  I had heard a little bit more about what she had gone through, and I knew she deserved to have happiness, wherever she may find it.

“So who made those wings?”  Rhys asked, studying the pair strapped to me.  “It had to be someone in the dawn court, if I’m not mistaken.”

I chuckled.  “No, you’re not.  It was Lucian’s friend actually.”  I say, trying to leave Eris out of it.

He didn’t need to know about that.

“Nuan?  Wow, she never fails to impress, does she?”  He says, and I can’t help but let out a chuckle.

I stop in my tracks as I see the new building we were heading for.  It was quite big.  “That’s new.”  I comment a little dumbly, not sure how I feel about it yet.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I forgot to tell you.  This, is the River House!  Big enough for all of us to live in comfortably.”  Rhysand was quick to say, grinning down at me.

I nod, smiling back up with him as I fidgeted with my sweater. I don’t know why I hadn’t expected some changes.  “It’s great.”

I hate it.

It’s not that it’s not beautiful, it’s just… I can’t stand open spaces like this.  It reminds me too much of the Asteri’s throne room, where…

I shake the thoughts from my head.  Not the time Y/N.  Find Elain, ask what she saw, if she knows why people are falling through the cracks in the fabric of the universe.

Because there is always a reason.

As we crowd in, and Rhys starts on a tangent I’m not listening too, I study the details of the place.

It feels well loved, and the more I look, it’s less like a throne room and more like a home.  There are paintings lining the walls.  Feyre’s I’m assuming.

“Hello!”  A little voice says, and I look down, freezing as I see blue tinted violet eyes looking up at me, giving me that sweet smiles only toddlers seem able to do.

Mother above.

“Oh, hello!”  I say, a friendly playfulness in my voice.  “You must be Nyx!  I’m your aunt, Y/N.”

Nyx’s face lit up.  “Auntie Y/N!”  He shouted with glee as he wrapped his little arms around my legs.

My heart warmed.  I always loved children, but seeing how much this little boy looked like my brother made me love him even more.

“He likes you.”  Feyre said, grinning at me before she came over, collecting her son.

I blushed, “I’ve always had a knack with children.”  I mutter, a little embarrassed.

Things were still awkward, it’s like no one knew what to do, whether to stay or leave, what to say.

I held back an eye roll, about to make some excuse to run off when the scent of baked goods and sugar shoved into my senses, overwhelming me.

I whip my head around to find the third sister.  Despite being older than Feyre, she seemed smaller, meeker than either of her other sisters.

But I catch the way she studies me, not unlike the way Lucian looks someone up and down when evaluating.

She was quick to look at the rest, her face molded into soft confusion.

I would have to keep an eye on this one.

“This is Y/N, Rhysand’s sister.”  Azriel tells her, and I’m shocked at how soft his voice is, the way he held her gaze.

Shit.

At least it was no longer Mor, but I couldn’t help the worry that started to churn in my gut.  I didn’t know this female, but everything in me screamed that there was something more to her.

Keep an eye on her indeed.

Things started to relax as conversations started up, and I noticed that Elain was staying at the fringes of the group.

I made my way over to her, bowing my head only slightly.

After I was forced to my knees and beheaded by Tamlin’s father.  I bowed to no one.  Not willingly, at least.

“Hello Elain.”  I said softly, almost a whisper.

She smiled sweetly, dipping her head to look away, mumbling a hello.

I smile down at her, knowing that under those pretty lashes she bats at me, her eyes are much more cunning.

“I was told you were the seer, that you were the one who said that there were three of us that would come back.”  I say, trying to keep my voice soft and saccharine.

She wasn’t the only one familiar with hiding under the guise of a naive girl.

She nodded, and I smiled, pushing more, “Do you have any idea why we are returning like this?”  I ask her, mirroring her curious face from earlier.

She seems to realize where I’m getting my inspiration from, because the corner of her lip twitches upwards before she presses her lips into a flat line.  “You should ask your brother.”

Turning around, she walked back into the kitchen, and I suddenly felt uneasy as I looked over at my brother.

Why hasn’t he already told me?

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I don’t wanna

Title: I don’t wanna.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Avenger!Reader.

Word count: 566 words.

Rating: Teen.

Square: O2 “Sworn off relationship”.

Summary: Steve discovers he doesn’t wanna be with you.

Warnings/Tags: Sworn off relationship, break up, cancel wedding.

A/N: This is my entry to @allcapsbingo​. AC1078.

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Steve finished putting away the suit he would wear for his wedding. He was nervous; it was still a month away, and you were already starting to see the details that were missing for the special day. He saw the clock; he had to leave; he didn't want to be late.

He was completely in love with you; however, at the same time, he felt something strange about it, something he couldn't explain, but he always tried not to pay attention to it.

You had just arrived at the place when you received a message. Something was wrong; Tony's message was too confusing.

You ran to see Wanda disappear after Thanos snapped; your best friend was vanishing in front of you, practically in your hands.

You turned to see Steve, and he also looked at you. Neither of you understood what had happened.

Steve came into your study, where you spent most of your time. He finally understood what was going on, and even though it was hard and difficult to accept, he thought it was time to talk about it. He couldn't go on with all that anymore; he had finally made a decision: he didn't want to marry you anymore.

You looked up at the calendar; the wedding was two weeks away. Maybe you and Steve should talk; maybe you could postpone it for a few months. You were sure that, unfortunately, there were now a lot of free dates.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Steve called you; he didn't know if he was interrupting anything; after all, everyone was trying to deal with what happened in their own way.

"Hi, yeah, I was just thinking," you replied, gesturing for him to come in.

"I wanted to talk," he said.

"Me too; that's just what I was thinking; maybe we should postpone the wedding for a few weeks?"

"That's all you think about! That's all you care about! Our friends are gone and you're selfish; I'm not interested in being with someone like that," Steve exploded.

You saw it, and you couldn't believe what was happening. Maybe if Steve had been honest...

"If you didn't want to be with me, you'd better have told me before you asked me to marry you. I'll just get my stuff and leave," you answered, leaving the studio.

5 years later

 You were talking with Natasha about where you could find the other stones when Steve appeared in the room. You both fell silent.

"Natasha, would you mind leaving us alone? I'd like to talk to Y/N," Steve asked.

Natasha turned to look at you; she knew everything that had happened. You nodded; you sensed what Steve wanted to talk about, but you weren't interested.

"Natasha and I have been thinking about the possible places where the stones we need could be," you said, taking the documents to show them to her.

"I want to apologize for what I said to you that day."

"Rogers, there is nothing to talk about; we are just coworkers," you replied. Now, if you don't mind, we need the places, so I'll go tell the others.

Steve could see you in the distance; you looked so happy talking to Bucky. Maybe it was for the best. He had always known that his friend was in love with you, so he hoped that he would take advantage of the opportunity.

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@anewkindofme - It is not an easy thing to do to find a kindred spirit in fandom and it makes me so happy to be your mutual- I look forward to your comments so much, 🥰🥰🥰 They mean so much to me, and I want tk spoil what is coming up in my long fic for you so badly (I never will unless you ask though lol)

@carlos-in-glasses - You commented on every single chapter of a fifty-plus chapter fic- I cannot get over that 🥰🥰🥰 It was truly the highlight of my day for two months getting those comments at the end of the day- your reblog tags from the Sunday post I just blushed when I read them 😍😍😍

@actualalligator - You are so kind- I was so nervous to reach out and say hi I’ve never written this genre but you’re amazing at it so I wrote a sequel tk your fic here it is and you are amazing about it - I love writing tarlos fics and discussing ideas with you, and I am anxious for when I can be getting back to Judd and TK in the barn

🧩- what will make you click away from fanfiction immediately?

Pretty much if don’t agree with it- like irl I cannot correct people even if I know they’re wrong and I would never leave a comment on a fic telling someone that how they interpreted it isn’t how I saw it but this happens a lot- an example of this is that there are a lot of fics that sound good but write TK as though dealing with his father is a nuisance for him- like “ugh why is my dad calling it’s my day off doesn’t he know to leave me alone” I have seen a variety of this in a number of fics, which confuses me because the in canon time we saw Owen call his son on his day off, TK invited him over unprompted. But in that case, I just back out of it and am like okay something else-

Like with the rewatch recently I saw a number of people commenting how TK was annoyed to find Sadie there because he wanted to spend alone time with Carlos and the audacity of his dad to not realize that- and I was like wow I did not get that at all, my thought was oh TK’s exasperation (which I don’t completely see in that scene) but would be that his dad is taking on another potentially dangerous adversary, tense the fire insurance comment- but I respect everyone sees the show they want, and the tag system does its job, if it’s a kink or something I don’t want to read then I wouldn’t click on it to start- but if the author has made a decision and it isn’t one I vibe with I am always ready to elect to ignore it and back out and find something else.

Thank you for the asks!! 🥰🥰

#mutuals i love you so much 🥰🥰🥰 #911 lone star #answered asks

[bellsnuit]

Baby needs love: Natasha, Wanda x reader (3/?)

Summary: You're a senior in school and your parents are shitty people who never cared about you. So you're looking for a way to earn money. Confused and innocent, you got the ad that you were being paid to be the baby of a couple looking for a baby girl. Maybe if you hadn't been so ignorant and innocent, if you hadn't choked with excitement at the idea that someone could give you some love, you wouldn't have ended up in that situation. And then, these nice women adopted you. And they gave you love, much more than you ever received.

Warning: Family kink, dubious consent, Threesome F/F/F, sex toys, innocense (a lot), strap-on, praise kink, domestic sex, nicknames, Polyamory, caretaking.

The Reader is 16, so consent from an older couple is doubtful. I'm not in favor of this, it's just a fanfic.

If you like, I would be so grateful if you reblog or comments to interact ( I love to share your thoughts) Also, let me know if you wanna be tagged on every chapter to be remembered.

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You stayed all afternoon with Wanda, who kept shoving clothes into the hamper. "I don't wear those" you confessed as she grabbed lingerie clothes. She shook her head with a sweet smile "Let's wear it anyway" she winked at you and you blushed. She assured you that you could call her momma out there, that it was fine.

And by the time you came back in the evening with several bags, Wanda led you to a room. It was painted pink and gray, with some plants and the big bed with a couple of stuffed animals. "Do you like it?" asked Wanda laying the bags on the bed.

"Is all this for me?" you saw the desk next to the bed, with a computer on it.

"All for you, my child" Wanda sat on the bed and you saw her. She patted her lap and you walked over, sitting up. She tugged a lock of hair back from your ear. "Have you had a good day?" you nodded, remembering your first kiss and how you had exploded on Nat's leg, but also how you had been treated with love, and how Wanda had spoiled you like your mother had never done.

Not that you hated Natasha, but Wanda was your favorite that day.

You rested your head on Wanda's palm, who caressed your cheeks. She smiled looking into your eyes.

"Mommy will come over later, you can sort out your new clothes and play with your new things while momma goes to cook dinner, okay?" you nodded and she reached down her hand, rubbing your bare thigh. "If you're okay coming to live with us until you're a big girl?"

You nodded with a smile "Yes, momma."

Wanda nodded "Do you like being our baby?"

"Yes, they are very good to me" the redhead ran her hand up to your bottom, caressing gently and your cheeks flushed.

"You were what mommy and I were looking for. You were like an angel fallen from heaven. Mommy and I are going to teach you lots of things, take care of you, do you think so?" you nodded and Wanda gently patted your bottom. "Well little girl, I'm going to make dinner."

"Do you want me to help you."

"No honey, play with your stuff" you stirred in your bed, and for some reason, you still couldn't figure out what that tingly feeling between your legs was about, but you did know that the women were treating you with a lot of love. For the first time you were getting your own room, new clothes, cuddles, and even a computer! Wanda had bought you books, you told her you liked them and she insisted that you buy three, and then she would keep buying you more.

Natasha led as Wanda was getting dinner ready "Honey?" she asked removing her jacket as she balanced the box in her hands. Wanda turned with a smile and frowned.

"What have you got there?" she asked.

"Oh well" Natasha soaked her lips "Turns out I wanted to expedite things. It's her stuff" Natasha touched the box "Can you believe these are her only belongings? She even had a room" Wanda reflected sadness, wiping her hands and moving closer to her wife, who kissed her lips.

"Oh poor child" she complained.

Natasha opened the box and took out a folder "I... Wanda, I had to take precautions. You know, she's a minor" her wife took the folder in confusion, opening it and looking at the adoption papers. "Those men were just happy with a couple of dollars and a couple of pills."

"So we definitely got our baby?" Wanda gave a little amused jump "Oh it's amazing, Nat. Did you realize how lucky we got?"

Natasha stroked her wife's cheek "I know, love, I know. But...we have to talk to her a lot to get her to keep her sweet little mouth shut."

"Leave that to me" Wanda assured, closing the folder. "And you don't push her. She's happy with love. Now we'll eat at the table and watch a movie with her. Then we'll tuck her in. She's realizing how well her body reacts to us. But everything is new. She possibly got more love today than she ever did" Wanda hugged her wife by the hips and clung to her, kissing her lips again.

"So...where's our little girl?"

Wanda whimpered with a giggle "Oh it's so lovely to call her that" she pulled away to go towards the food "She's in her room. Do you want to go upstairs and tell her the news?" Natasha raised her eyebrow and her wife

she dropped her shoulders, somewhat menacingly at her insistence. "Nat, just give her another few days. Tonight at night we talk about how she can't tell anyone how her mommies show her love, tomorrow we walk her to school, go pick her up and then slowly include her in our life."

"As you say" Natasha walked over to open her bottle of wine and poured it into a glass. "Fuck, we have a teenage girl"

"Our, teenage girl" Wanda clarified, pointing at her with the ladle.

You were sitting on your bed, book in your hands, totally caught up in the first few pages when your door rings with three sweet knocks. You looked up, seeing Wanda with Natasha, the last one, carrying a box.

"Can we come in, honey?" you nodded to Wanda, closing the book and sitting down. "We wanted to talk to you" Wanda took a seat next to you, and Natasha nodded, but stood still as she looked at you in a way that your body passed some electricity. You stirred on the bed, curious at that.

"I've been to your parents" Natasha confessed, and by the look on Wanda's face, you knew she wasn't planning to say it like that "And they agreed to let you live with us. In fact, now you're no longer their daughter, you're ours" Natasha took the papers. "Are you okay with that?" you blinked, stunned at so much information and saw Natasha's sigh. Who denied "It's horrible that you've been living in that environment. With so little love" Wanda smiled slightly towards her wife. Natasha leaned over and placed a hand on your knee "But you'll be better off here, princess. You have a roof over your head, a room to yourself, everything you need for your classes, food, and love"

"Thank you, Mommy" Natasha's calloused thumb brushed your knee.

"You're welcome, baby. That's what mommy is there for, to protect you" you felt the pressure on your chest and bit your cheek, nodding.

"Let's eat and then watch a movie, shall we?"

You sat down at the table with them. Wanda insisted you talk, and you slowly introduced yourself to them a bit with your personality, as you really were. Three finishing the most exquisite dish you ever tasted in your life, you helped them both clean up and then Natasha ordered you to go pick out a movie. Sitting on the big couch you did, and when you realized, surrounded by love, you were lying with your head in Natasha's lap, who was frolicking sweetly with your hair, and with Wanda caressing your legs sweetly.

Oh, they were such good mommies.

You even felt tears come to your eyes as they both tucked you in, and you clung to one of the stuffed animals on your vanilla-scented bed.

Could you feel better anywhere?

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Lemme know in the feedback if you wanna be added to this taglist!

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OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH TO ALL FOR THE SUPPORTS. IT FEELS AMAZING.

#wanda multiverse of madness #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #Wanda x you #wanda x nat x reader #wanda x natasha #natasha x you #natasha x reader #mommy wanda #mommy natasha #baby reader #marvel #natasha romanoff smut #wanda maximommy #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximov

[kienansidhe]

Saw your tags on a post and wanted to mention that trans women having their bulge be seen as gross also isn't an exceptional experience. It's definitely more visible because they face hyper visibility, but bigots treat all trans people that way.

If you need a one to one many NBs who have a penis will have their bulge treated the exact same as trans women. For a different but comparable experience, people who pack have it treated as gross as well and it's assumed to be a sexual thing. Same thing with people who've had phalloplasty.

I've also seen cis gay guys treated that way too. It's "gross" and assumed predatory. Because the cisheteropatriarchy punishes any deviance from traditional masculinity and femininity, queer bodies are as a whole demonized and policed. And that means a lot of bulges are treated as inherently sexual, threatening, and gross by mainstream society.

You kind of ended up doing the exact thing the post was warning against, where you assumed X doesn't happen to Y group of people, and only Z group of people experiences that. It's something that's easy to do but I hope you'll be able to expand your knowledge of the topic with this and also consider future things more broadly. There are definitely a few experiences one group will have different than another, but there's also a lot more overlap than people think. And there are very few experiences that literally only one group has, even if the exact way people experience it might differ some.

thank you for your thoughts! i inhabit a transmasc body that has chosen to only partially transition, and i struggle a lot with moral ocd, so on this site where there r a lot of loud ppl saying that trans women / transfems have it the worst of anyone, while other people say that different trans ppls struggles are different but not better or worse, while trolls and bullies muddy the conversation constantly, i really have trouble figuring out whats what.

i kinda default to deferring to trans womens voices because i dont know what its like to be transfem, but like, of course different transfems say different things and not all can be right at the same time, so its very confusing! im very afraid of erring on the side of dismissing transmisogyny, i guess? and theres so many ppl on this site who jump at the chance to call any statement transmisogynistic that i am maybe putting 'ofc trans women have it worse' disclaimers in too many places? (this is NOT trans womens fault, i see this from every demographic and often most viciously from other transmascs.) like. not gonna lie, im very scared of people on social media lol.

im sorry if ive made people feel invalidated by the way i talk abt this stuff, especially since i feel invalidated a lot when ppl call transmascs transmisogynistic for talking abt transandrophobia/transmisandry? maybe i need to just stop commenting and listen more until i can comment more confidently and with less fear. i dont know? im open to input!

[edit: heres the post and my tags that anon is referring to]

#headspace #anon #asks

[artistic-lj]

Okay so I “made” a new gender apathetic/apagender flag because the one I found/we have was just kinda lacking for me?? Like it’s okay and I don’t dislike it, but I thought it needed something

So the current one, according to gender fandom wiki or whatever (https://gender.fandom.com/wiki/Gender_Apathetic), is by @pridearchive (idk why I can’t tag them but I also just don’t understand tumblr so oh well)

But anyway, I’m not a huge fan of the fact that a lot of the definition relies upon the usage of the word “lazy” a lot, because like, while it’s true that laziness and apathy are similar, they are not the same. I was confused for MONTHS as to why everyone around me cared so much about their gender, both cis and trans people, and I just didn’t. Like, I thought my dad might understand cause we talk about queer stuff all the time and he was like “???… but I am a man, that’s just a fact… are you saying there’s people who don’t care??” And that confused me more cause I was like “wait even cis people care that much about their gender expression??” Because for me, I thought that trans people really cared about their gender identity and expression because of the dysphoria they dealt with from being born as the opposite sex. So, to hear that cis people also have a strong sense of gender and really care about the way they present and are perceived threw me for a loop.

So I went down this rabbit hole for, as stated previously, MONTHS, just trying to figure out if anyone felt the way I did because I felt fucking crazy. No one else spoke about not caring about their gender identity, not caring if someone called them a guy or a girl or something in between. I found labels like Aporagender (“a gender identity that is neither masculine, feminine or inbetween the two but nonetheless involves a strong sense of gender; a term similar to maverique.” - https://en.pronouns.page/dictionary/terminology#aporagender) and genderfluid (“a gender that varies, or changes over time.” - https://gender.fandom.com/wiki/Genderfluid) and bigender (“a gender identity which can be literally translated as 'two genders' or 'double gender'.” - https://gender.fandom.com/wiki/Bigender) but none of them felt right, even if I liked their flags.

But then, out of frustration, I decided to google “what is it called when you don’t care about your gender” and gender apathetic popped up. And I read the description and I felt so… understood. I felt like, no matter how small the group was, I had finally found people who understood me and felt the way I did. And then, because I’m annoying and visual, I saw the flag… and I was just… feeling very… ehhh…

Like, the brown, purple/lavender/light blue, white, and gray on their own aren’t inherently bad, but something about it just felt bland and… nothing like the sense of relief I felt when discovering I wasn’t alone.

And then I clicked through onto the post about the meanings of each color and began to like it even less

But, I pushed forward, ignoring my dislike of the color arrangement and meanings behind them and sharing my newfound label/identity and flag with my friends. I finally felt like I had something I understood.

That is, until one night when I got bored. And I started searching for flag makers to see what was out there. I came across a Reddit post about a custom flag builder (https://www.reddit.com/r/lgbt/comments/ooz3tb/custom_pride_flag_builder/) which lead me to Team Ultima’s custom pride flag maker: https://www.teamultima.org/flag/

Needless to say, as an artist and someone who’s nitpicky about colors and designs, I was stoked to find something that allowed so much creative control! After messing around with it for a bit, I made this:

Now, I know it’s not really that different from the current flag. But, to me, this feels a lot more balanced and cohesive. With the one by pridearchive, the “light blue,” which we all know is just lavender tbh, was the only color that had a bright saturation besides the white. Our eyes are naturally drawn to it and this does not allow our eyes to flow along the flag and take it all in. We kinda see the purple and get stuck there. Not only that, because we expect white to be in the middle of pride flags (as well as Im sure a lot of other color theory reasons that I’m not knowledgeable enough to know of or explain), the flag felt top heavy and uneven, with no equivalent saturated color along the bottom. The flag was lacking horizontal symmetry and I think/hope I did a good job of bringing it to this flag without it feeling like it’s too much or too little.

With all that being said here are my/the new and improved color meanings:

Brown - The natural human desire to find a sense of belonging and community, even if said community is formed around having a label for not caring about labels. It can also represent the warmth and security felt by having a label that represents how you truly feel.

Light Blue - A feeling of tranquility and peace towards one’s gender identity and expression

White - The limitless void of possibilities in which one can express themselves

Lavender - The mixture of all genders, feminine, masculine, neither, and everything in between

Gray - Lack of gender stagnation, not caring if one’s gender presentation is not as simple as black or white

Anyway, I’ve never posted anything like this before so… lemme know if I’m totally doing it wrong and all my color meanings are terrible and way off base or whatever. I’m gonna make a separate post of just the flag and the color meanings and whatever so that people don’t have to read all my dumb backstory to get to the actual “redesign” 💅💅

#apagender #gender apathetic #lgbt pride #pride flag #pride flag redesign #pride flag design #lgbtqia #lgbtq community #pride archive #color meanings #lgbtqplus #idfk what to tag this #idfk how to tag this #i know what you are #bruh #I know as much about how to tag this as I care about what pronouns people use for me #help #uhhhh #i guess thats a tag #I guess that’s enough

[rzyraffek]

If slashers interact regulalary, like as if going about more or less like rgeular people(but still slahsers of course :P), I am curious. Jamie Llyod, how would slashers interact with there buddies niece?Suddenly finding herself with a bunch of honorary "uncles"

Specific curisiotes include, Brahms, Jason, Bubba, both Scream guys(Billy and Stu), Leslie Vernon, and anyone else you might wanna toss in there if your happy to answer :)

AWWWW (i had to google Jamie Llyod cuz i thought you meant a guy from lego ninjago cartoon series and i was a little confused) Request open!!

Voorhees Jason

HE WILL BE SO SCARED PLS HE, HE CANT, HE CANNOT COMPERHAND

Accually he seems to be great with kids, he is just overthinking. If they go to shop together he wont be able to resist buying her whatever snack she wants!

He would rather pick her up and carry her around than to hold her hand because he gets distracted easly and he would just loose her in middle of forest

Jason will melt if jamie will say something along the lines "you are the best unlce ever!!" he will litteraly pass out and die

Jason and Micheal are besties so i can see them just hanging around and Micheal just randomly bringing her with him. just to chill and vibe. It would be very quiet vibe due to them being mute but it doesnt stop them from hanging out!

Billy and Stu! (tw to yall homophobes, this biches gay)

"ew a child..." "sup uncle Billy and Stu" "uhh look you are here only because Micheal made us baby sit you" "lol okay"

"I hate childen so much Stu :( " "Cmon its not that bad! She painted my nails!" "of course she did" "Also she said Im way better baby sitter than you!" "I- aint no way you are better than me"

This evening just turned into Billy and Stu trying to beat each other in "who is better uncle" competition

"Hey Jamie wanna see a scary movie :]" "cmon shes like 4" "im almost sure shes like 7 dude"

"I'm hungry im calling Micheal" "NONONO I- i mean why- we ordered fastfood! right Stu?" "uhh yeaahh, wait i just need to go outside for a, eeehh for an *runs to nearest fastfood to buy sometihng to eat*

they forgor that children accualy have to eat

they are so chaotic, they will fall asleep together (all 3) while watching Sponge Bob (Stu and Billy are secretly boyfriends btw i do not care that it has nothing to do with this headcanons, i just wanna inform you all)

"I know you guys are gay" " :O WHAT! I mean- who told you that! pfff some prankster probably" "I saw you hold hands! and thats what people do when they love each other! :3"(top tier sin)

Billy and Stu live together probably and their house is such a mess! its probably huge too, because Stu perents kinda rich. So i can imagine them loosing Jamie in middle of hause and then looking for her (shes goofy ah she will pretend they are playing hide and seek jsut to scare the shit out of them)

Heelshire Brahms

HE he would be so akward!!! Like "ehhh uhh hello child why are you in my house child, uhhh bloody hell" (Quick reminder that hes British and i will make fun of him)

HE WOUDL PROBABLY CALL MICHEAL "Uhhh Mr Micheal ur eeh your niece is here uhh can you like pick her up-" Jamie just standing behind hir "AAH-You, you wanna play scrabbles?" "ew no, can we play hide and seek" "Oh.My.God nevermind you can stay"

Micheal just comes to pick her up or something and Brahms with Jamie are already besties and they prolly made frienship braslets (and shit talk some people too)

okay ladies im back and i will write some more soon! pls comment and dont remember to like and subscibe and hit that bell button

tbh i dint have a lot of ideas (thats why Bubba isnt included i just had no clue what to write) but its good ig, and if i will find any people bullying stu/billy for being homosex i will steal ur steam account B)

x reader tags are only for more people to reach this post nothing sus here

#slasher x reader #brahms headcanons #brahms heelsire #brahms imagine #brahms x reader #brahms the boy #jason vorhees headcanon #jason vorhees imagine #jason voorhees #jason vorhees x reader #friday 13th #halloween 4 #billy loomis x reader #stu matcher fluff #stu matcher x reader

[namjooningelsewhere]

Break Me, Heal Me (Part Two) - Teaser

➤Pairing: Yoongi x Reader , Taehyung x Reader

➤Angst: Angst (Shit Ton of it), Smut(Mature Content), Fluff.

➤Rating: 18+

➤Warning(s): Swearing, self doubts, crying,Cheating, Lies, Lots of drinking and fighting, lot of swearing too, reader is a confused mess. (Smut Warnings will be posted with the update). Yoongi is manupulative, Taehyung is a little too nice, Hes a sweetheart.

➤Au: Idol au, cheating au, established relationship au.

➤Word Count: 582

➤Summary: You left him when you had enough of his Lies and deceit. He found you when he was steps away from reeling in his own darkness. You thought you had started a new chapter away from all the heart breaks and self doubt, But life proves you wrong when after one night you encounter your ex boyfriend who will stop at nothing to win you again and a best friend who is just happy to keep a count of people he will keep losing you to.

➤Part One Here

➤A/N: So Finally after a long long time ive started working on the second part of Break Me, Heal Me. If i have missed anyone on the taglist, Please comment on this post and il tag you for the update.

➤Taglist:@jayhopely ,@sugaslittlekookies @silentkei @yoongisus@aria-grace-scott @hob3yw0rld @rubylookingaround @sld88@babycoffeefire @shatzkrinslinzki @hhhhhhhyy35@imanerdychubbyqueen @zae007live @starbtslove @kooliv @rubylookingaround @zzzgggppp @imluckybitches @its-yagirl-raelynn @2ne1unni @definetlythinkimanalien @heartsarecompatible @readwithlivvy @shadowyjellyfishfest @btsreader12 @damn-u-min-yoongi @rein-deer-stuffs @taeshuworld @classymfs @stoosie @koreanaestheticc @write-the-love-story @kookiesandcreams @rkiveho @jinsoulluvr1 @hajimabutdont @apezjack @reiaclub @mochi-swissroll @hjhjhwwe @301295rkive

Your eyes widened when you saw the two men standing in front of your door, You gasped when you saw the condition they were in as well. Tattered clothes, bruised lips and slurred words were what described your ex boyfriend and your best friend. 

“Tae, Yoongi, did you guys fight with each other?” 

Tae pushed Yoongi aside and walked past you inside, Leaving a frowning Yoongi out in the doorway.

“Yoongi, why are you here?” You crossed your arms on your chest when Yoongi kept trying to look past you. 

“Y/n i've missed you–” Before he could complete his sentence Yoongi slipped forward right into your arms, shifting his entire weight on you. You held him, A string of curses escaping your mouth. He was heavy, You tried calling out to Tae but the moment you looked back to ask for help, Your eyes widened when you saw Tae already passed out on the couch.

You dragged Yoongi to the couch, He kept muttering useless apologies to you which didn't mean shit. You were fine without him. You were doing fine without him in your life. The fact that you had moved on from him even before you broke up helped a lot.

 You looked at the two men scattered on your couch, Your ex boyfriend who slept without a care in the world and your bestfriend who looked uncomfortable in the cramped position. You move over to Taehyung to help him get rid of the heavy uncomfortable jacket, But you froze the moment he sensed a movement and spoke with your hands stuck in his jacket.

“I will always keep losing you to someone, Won't i?” Taehyung muttered the words unconsciously with a half smile on his face. 

“Tae—

“Y/nah when will i learn to let go of you?” You froze for the second time when Tae muttered those words, You tried to make sense of what he said but all this was new to you too. You and Taehyung were the best of friends and things like feelings had never come in between. You needed to talk to him but now was literally not the time when your ex boyfriend was literally two steps away. 

After what seemed like several minutes later, You managed to free Tae out of his jacket and just when you were about to move to put it away, An unconscious Yoongi caught your hand.

“Y/n I'm sorry, I love you and only you. I promise.” You quickly free your hand from your ex boyfriend and take a seat next to the couch. The two dead drunk unconscious men keep muttering gibberish which is enough to give you a headache.

What had you gotten yourself? Your ex boyfriend who did not give two fucks about you while he cheated on you, But when he left he ends up on your doorstep a month after exactly dead drunk, Your best friend who was with you through thick and thin had some unspoken feelings for you. 

Life was a mess and somehow again, You found yourself at the centre of it.  

#btshoneyhive #btscarnivalnet #btsdreamcourt #bts angst #bts fluff #bts smut #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #yoongi smut #taehyung angst #taehyung fluff #taehyung smut #yoongi x reader #taehyung x reader #yoongi x y/n #taehyung x y/n #bts ff #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bangtan smut #min yoongi x reader #kim taehyung x reader #cheating au #idol au

[bebepac]

And Everything Nice

I am participating in @choicesprompts second challenge.  The prompt will appear in bold. 

I am also participating in @choices-september-challenge-blog day #14 prompt  which will also appear in bold.  

This was a surprise followup  to Cinammon Spice which started as an ask by the lovely @dcbbw  . 

This fic and the previous Cinnamon Spice have a bit of a Pretty Woman like feel to them which is the vibe I going for.  Hope you enjoy this part.  

The Book:  TRR (No Royals)  The Pairings:  Liam x Bebe (Liam x F!OC) Word Count: 1335 Ratings and Warnings:  Teen / Sexual Innuendo. 

Original Post: 09/13/22 at 8:22PM EST. 

“Holy crap, we’re gonna be late!” the woman yelped when her eyes glanced up at the decorative wall clock. “Turn that off!” she ordered in a cross tone to her companion, who was still watching the streaming show.

“Late? For what?” The question was asked in a tone that was both confused and distracted.

“The THING!”

Her companion finally pulled their eyes away from the 60-inch screen, brows furrowed. “I know of no THING,” they protest.

She heaved a huge sigh of exasperation. “It’s on your calendar! Now, stop talking and start moving!” She gently slapped their forearm in light admonishment. “I’m done with the conversation now!”

She turned away to plump her pillows.

Her eyes widened in surprise when she felt arms wrap around her waist and pads of thumbs press into her hips. Her body is a feather as it’s pulled back onto the bed.

“Sit back down!” her companion ordered.

The woman frowns at  him before her eyes find the television screen again.

What the...? Is that …? WHAT is he doing?

“I’m sat!”

He smiled at her.  The way she said those words had come across with a little southern sass that she had complied with him.

“Was that so very difficult for you, Mrs. Spice-Forbes?”

“But we’re going to be late for the thing on your calendar.  We have an arrangement, and the last thing I want is to not make a good impression on these people I’m supposed to impress.”  

“Why does it matter to you? After this week, you won’t have to see any of these people ever again?”  

“But you will, and from what I can tell Mr. Forbes, you like to have a certain type of reputation to be upheld, and I don’t want to be the one to mess that up for you.  It takes a lifetime to build a good reputation, and a minute to ruin it.”  

“More sage advice from Mother Spice I presume?”  

“Something like that, but they are words to live by.”  

“Seems like a lot of pressure to put on yourself at any one given time.”  

“You would know about that wouldn’t you?”

And in that one moment she didn't realize how close she had hit to the vest.  At least, he thought she didn’t.  She saw the look on his face, and lightened the mood.

“But isn’t that how diamonds are made Liam? And I think we’re both diamonds,  I’m more the ‘in the rough’ type.

 You’re the more obvious sparkling type.”

“I beg to differ, Bebe.  You sparkle.”

Bebe could quickly deflect the conversation from herself back to someone else, almost flawlessly. He stood, holding his hand out to her.  

“You were right.  We are going to be late.”  

“What!?!?!”

“It’s time to go shopping. I set us a few appointments.”

With Liam, she was now heading into stores, she never thought she would ever be shopping at in her life.  

“Are you trying to give me my own Cinderella story here?”  

Liam chuckled.  “Are you trying to call me  your fairy godmother?  That’s a new one.”

Liam had already picked up a few things for Bebe to try on, and even though she was not paying, she looked at the price tags.  One dress was almost her portion of the rent she shared with her roommate Riley in their apartment that wasn’t even on the decent side of town.  

“Don’t worry about that  Bebe.  I can afford anything here that gives you the Mrs. Forbes look.”  

“So what would that look like exactly?”

Liam thought for a second.

“Corporate America Chic meets trophy wife.”

"Seriously?"

"I mean it's not like you can't pull that look off." Liam commented with a wink.

The saleswoman laughed looking at the two of them.

"I’m sure we have plenty of items that fit that bill. At least he's being honest with you. How long have the two of you been married?"

Liam looked at his watch.

"We have been enjoying marital bliss for nineteen magical hours so far."

Bebe pulled Liam’s arm closer to her, to closely inspect his watch.

"Nineteen hours and thirty eight minutes  to be exact my darling, but who's keeping track?  Not me Honey!!!”

Liam’s smile widened.  

The saleswoman picked out even more outfits for Bebe that were  professional and had a hint of saucy sex appeal.  

Bebe was staring at the form fitting royal blue dress on the hanger.  

“I don’t think this one is going to go.”

“No it’s going, you got to trust me on it.”

“Carmen, I feel like since we have spent this time together this afternoon, and  you’ve legit dressed every part of me at this point we can call each other by our first names.  Carmen, that itty bitty dress isn’t going to fit on this body.”

“Bebe you’re going to have to trust me, it will, and hubby’s eyes are going to fall out his head when he sees this one on you. This one screams trophy wife.”

She smiled.  “This one, he picked special for you.”    

“Okay…..I’m trusting you.”  

Liam had picked out a few special pieces that Mrs. Forbes would be wearing, in a very special fashion show for him later that evening.  He heard commotion in the dressing room,  and Bebe cackling with laughter.

Liam raised an eyebrow, as now his interest had been piqued, when he heard the saleswoman giggling too..  

“Are you ladies okay in there?  Do you require assistance?”  

“We’re fine.” Both women finally assured him.

“Well in that case,  I have one more thing  for you to try on Bebe with that dress.” 

A box slid under the door.  

“Every Cinderella needs her shoes.”

Carmen opened the box and gasped.  

“You better hold on tight to him!  He got you the Jimmy Choo Alia pumps.”

The shoes were nothing less than Cinderella worthy which made Bebe wonder, that Liam was so intent in spoiling her in this moment to give them the appearance of a happily married couple, why couldn’t he just have this on his own?  Why did he have to ‘buy’ it?  He seemed like a nice enough guy.  But she was single too.  Dating  in the city proved to be very difficult at times.  

Especially when men found out you had a job as an escort.  They all assumed that being an escort  always meant a “happy ending.”  That was not always the case.  Some men Bebe had been around, truly did only want companionship.  And some, of course some were dogs.  Liam seemed like the one that truly did want companionship, but just hadn’t been exactly lucky at love.  

“Told you it would go.”  

“But breathing is optional apparently.”  

“You won’t be wearing that dress long.  Trust me.”  

Bebe walked out of the dressing room. Liam was staring down at his phone until he heard the clicks of the heels approaching him.

  Liam glanced up, his eyes widening traveling up her body.  

His eyes stopped when they met hers.

“So it’s a no right?”  Not feeling this one? Me neither, I’ll just go....”  

Liam grabbed her arm and she started laughing.

“It’s a hell yes!  It’s a she’s wearing that out of here.  We’re ready to check out right  now.”  

“Okay! Let me go and change.”  

“Did I stutter Woman!?!?!  You’re wearing that out of here, we’re leaving now.”

“Guess he likes it.”  

In a matter of minutes they were headed to Liam’s vehicle back to his place. The way he looked at her, and the way his hand gently caressed her thigh as he drove back to his apartment, Bebe had a decision to make.  They could barely keep their hands off each other as they rode the elevator to his penthouse apartment.  

Her decision was yes.  They were two consenting adults, hell they were married for that matter.  Well maybe not married, but she did have a ring.

“One request Mrs. Forbes?”

“Yes Mr. Forbes?”

“Cinderella should keep her shoes  on for now.”

Bebe winked.   “I can do that.  One request for you Mr. Forbes?”

Liam raised an eyebrow. “Yes Mrs. Forbes?”

“Bite me.”  

Liam licked his lips.  “If you Insist.”  

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[lakesbian]

wrt what you said about worm opinions not being a fight; sometimes it reads like you and bloggers you're talking to have different aims in the fandom. people aren't always interested in being corrected (and feel extra defensive when it's in a reblog by someone with a large following like you have) and posts made about someone else without directly referring to them can occasionally come across as passive aggressive in a small fandom. directly stating if and when you don't want people to feel bad or offering to leave the topic be can help mitigate that if it comes up. you should blog how you want but it seems worthwhile to point out in case you find it helpful. you post a lot about reddit so if you were part of that big migration i wanted to note it since it can be easily confusing. feel free to disregard this if it's too much meddling

okay this is a lot of sentences about something that Isn't worm analysis so i'll be nice to everyone scrolling and put it under a cut

HASFDAKSFDSLS i don't post a lot about reddit no. i post a lot about alec, the only times i mention r/parahumans are when i'm 1. making everyone who doesnt have the stomach for one million posts about e88 in a row look at the rare good art that got posted there or 2. showing everyone a funny post title. i also feel like you might be misremembering that a Big reddit migration ever happened because while i havent been here long enough to remember everything i feel like the environment would b a lot more insufferable if it had? anyway

re "posts made about someone else without directly referring to them can occasionally come across as passive aggressive in a small fandom" - posts i make inspired by disagreeing w/ someones opinion with a direct tag to the person i saw have that opinion could be taken as aggressive/uncomfortable, because people leaving a random comment of a pretty generic opinion somewhere do not generally want to be dragged onto a stage for an impromptu debate! it's far more reasonable to just post my thoughts on a paraphrased version of the generic opinion without specifically shouting out whoever i most recently saw it from. (if i wanted to address precise phrasing or details of a point vs just bouncing off it, that's when i directly respond to the original text.) given that you also literally just said "people aren't always interested in being corrected (and feel extra defensive when it's in a reblog by someone with a large following like you have)," i feel like you should be able to understand this pov--it's extremely contradictory to imply that i often shouldn't directly correct people, but also that i should always explicitly shout out the person responsible for an opinion i disagree with

as for "people aren't always interested in being corrected (and feel extra defensive when it's in a reblog by someone with a large following like you have)," i have a couple notes:

i've been told i have a large following a few times but tbh i still genuinely do not see it--it was really only some of my first wormposts that got a notable amount of notes, at this point i feel like i've lost enough followers from having largely very specific posts (alec <3) & from being opinionated about hot-button topics that i do not think i count as a Large Blog. per se. i'd actually posit that No blog on wormblr is large enough to invoke the risks of disagreeing w someone publicly as a large blogger (i.e. unintentionally siccing harassment on someone), but maybe there's something i'm missing there

literally all of the people i've publicly corrected about amy were well-known fandom mainstays at the least and considered actively foundational (especially on the much much larger reddits and discords) at most, while also being extremely well-known on tumblr. i frankly find it hard to imagine any of them feeling threatened by the wormblr alec guy disagreeing with them when their opinions on her are those that have been shared by vast portions of the fandom for far longer than i've been in it. in fact, i would guess that any defensiveness there is actually far more liable to be a result of being extremely unused to having viewpoints they see as ubiquitous challenged

in both of the most recent cases that i'm sure inspired this ask, the people i was reblogging from made maintagged posts directly quoting things i've said without explicitly stating they were from me (<- "this can occasionally come across as passive aggressive in a small fandom") to express their disagreement w/ those opinions--if they didn't want me to try offering corrections, and fairly politely phrased ones at that, they could've just not made a post starting a dialogue about the topics, yeah?

#ask

[quotidian-oblivion]

Fic Origin Story

Once again! Didnt get tagged but saw the game and wanted todo it. Also, im in pain and lying in a weird position on the ground cuzbi cant sleep and periods suck so if you see any typos, throw them in the incenerator thing, no you didnt.

What was your first fandom (reading and/or writing)?

DC. First fic i wrote is roaming around on tumblr here somewhere and first fic i read is... idk it was something with deaged tim and big brother jason. I didnt like fanfiction at the time and thought it wasnt "real fiction", now look at me.

What was the first story you ever wrote (even if it was never posted) and what made you decide to write it?

FIRST STORY?

Do you mean fanfic orrrrrrrr. Cuz if you go by the very first story i wrote, i would have ben 5 and i wrote about two men, one who was boastful and sefish and the other wasnt and then Allah (God) took away all of the rude man's wealth so when he woke up, everything was gone. I eas prexious back then. But first fanfic was Dick narrating a fairy tale which had all his family in it. It was called 'Cassandra and the Junk Food Industry'. A plah on 'Charlie and the Chovolate Factry'.

What's a piece of advice you would give to your younger fic-writing self?

Not much. Cuz younger-me was pretty stubborn abt writing. I still am. No one can talk me out of it. And people have tried. But ig i'd praise her on her writing and ideas. She needed praise more than advice cuz she got plenty of that "advice".

What's an early fandom interaction that stuck with you (be it a nice comment, a friend you made, a fic that got a lot of feedback etc.)?

Back in the ye old days when my username was 'Mary', i didnt write much fic except on wattpad (shudder). So i got nice comments from that and made a niche supportive writing community which was super cool.

But ig i'mma give my credit to @birdybat for a lot of it cuz she's a cool friend and stuck by me and i her.

Post a sentence or two from one of your older fics, and a sentence or two from a newer one (if you want).

Lemme go hunting on my google docs for one of my wattpad fics for this one.

"First stop, fake future predictions by Madame West!" Peter exclaimed as they got off the subway and made their way to a slightly empty and grimy alley.  "West?" Wally asked, confused. "As in Iris West?" 

Guess what the plot is.

Here's the mostrecent fic i've posted (The Boy In The Cell):

The smell of burning flesh filled his nose and electric blue crackles appeared in his vision along with the angry neon green waves of the Pit. He yanked at his hair and finally let out a scream.

No pressure tags: @sardonic-sprite @wakkoroni @tristicorde @cygnusdoesthings + anyone else

#quotidian convos #writer tag game

[nekoannie-chan]

A different celebration

Title: A different celebration.

Ship: Wanda Maximoff & Clint Barton (Friendship).

Word count: 595 words.

Rating: Teen.

Square: B1 “All Hallow’s Eve”.

Summary: Wanda discovers how All Hallow's Eve is celebrated with Clint's help.

Warnings/Tags: All Hallow’s Eve celebration, candies, costumes, trick-or-treat.

A/N: This is my entry to @marvelrarepairbingo​  @marvelrarepairs​ Bingo Round 2 2023. Annie MRP-066.

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

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Wanda was confused by everything Clint had bought to celebrate Halloween; it was the first time she would celebrate Halloween in that country. She was very curious to see all those allusive candies; they didn't have anything like that in Sokovia.

"Have you decided what you are going to dress up as?" Clint asked.

"What for? What do you need so much candy for?" Wanda was completely confused. She would really like her twin to be there with her, but he was on a mission.

"The candy is for the children," Clint answered as if it were too obvious.

"For your children? Isn't that a lot of sugar?" She started to panic because there were at least fifteen bags of candy, but she was sure there would be more.

"No, they're for the children who come trick-or-treating." Clint was starting to feel puzzled.

"Trick or treat?"

"Didn't they do that in Sokovia?" Clint finally asked.

"We never go out on All Hallow’s Eve; the evil spirits go out on the streets and take everyone; I know they took some people away," Wanda started to explain. She remembered that especially parents avoided children going out on that night; the streets were always lonely on that date.

"They were probably just legends," Clint said; he had heard many, many stories in the past.

"No, they weren't. Once, when I was a child, I looked out the window and saw them. That night, I begged my parents to let me sleep with them; I was so terrified," Wanda assured.

"I assure you nothing bad will happen," Clint told her with a fatherly tone. Here, children dress up and go trick-or-treating; sometimes they even compete for who will get the most.

Clint really believed that these were rumors, and probably some people were taking advantage of the legends.

"What if they don't get candy?" Wanda asked.

"Treat."

"Treat?"

"The children do something mischievous, like cover the front of the house with toilet paper or throw eggs or something like that," Clint explained.

"That's kind of rude."

Clint lifted his shoulders, never having thought about it. When he was a child, he always got candy, so he never did any of the other stuff, just like whenever his children went trick-or-treating, they always got too much. When the conversation was over, she went to the costume store. Maybe it was a good idea for her to celebrate it as they did in America; probably the others would see to it that Pietro had the same experience.

As soon as she returned, he gave her the costume; after she put it on, she walked out and looked confused at Clint as he was holding a bowl of candy.

"So, what am I supposed to do?" Wanda kept looking at the bowl of candy.

"When the children knock on the door and say the phrase, you open and offer them the bowl with candy; they will take some. Just watch because sometimes one just wants to take all the candy, and you make some cute comments to them about their costumes," Clint explained, and she nodded.

Wanda walked nervously in front of the door. She didn't know if they had an exact time or how it really worked, but she jumped when she heard the first ring.

"Did you have fun?" Clint asked Wanda after the last child left.

"It was interesting."

#marvelrarepairsbingo #mrpbingo #wanda maximoff & clint barton #wanda maximoff #clint barton