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orangeboulevard · 2 days

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The Comforts I Find In Your Shadows

(Rick x Gojo, Gojo x Aragorn, Aragorn x Rick)

I can't even say I was double dog dared to do this because I wasn't. Also I haven't watched jjk I watched one video of Gojo for this amazing opportunity.

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In a world ravaged by the undead, Rick Grimes had learnt that good things don't often come by but when they do, you better hold onto them.

Gojo Satoru was his good thing. Gojo was his best friend, his support through the hard times -when they were starving and dehydrated, burning under the summer sun, when Lori died and when they were being threatened and attacked by The Governor.-, he had saved his life countless amounts of times back when Rick was still a naive and wide-eyed sheriff from Atlanta and he was what was keeping him up in the dead of night. Those blue eyes stirred hot feelings in his lower abdomen, they were in his mind when he was gasping and whimpering, they were in his mind when he felt disgusted with himself afterwards.

He shook himself from his thoughts, they served him no purpose besides conjuring painful feelings of want and desire in his chest, and clambered out of bed, he was due for patrol around the perimeter of Alexandria in about twenty minutes which left him with just enough time to brush his teeth, change his clothes and grab a bite to eat before leaving the house. He rubbed at the stumble that was starting to break on his jaw as he breathed in the fresh air, this was something he had missed and would never take for granted again- waking up to a beautiful neighbourhood and feeling somewhat secure.

He greeted the few people that were awake and about their business at the early hours of the morning, one of these such people was Aragorn. Rick offered a friendly smile that was met with a respectable nod. Aragorn.... Aragorn was a tricky subject to approach, the poor man did not speak English nor any other language the residents of Alexandria spoke.

His steely grey eyes were aged by years beyond him, Rick guessed that they were around the same age- late thirties, early forties-. His rugged countenance was emphasised by his choices of clothing, archaic looking trousers and shirts- when he'd first arrived, he was wearing a cloak, an actual cloak. Rick figured that either when the apocalypse had started, Aragorn had been at a fancy dress party or Aragorn was some sort of LARPer, it made some certain degree of sense, the man did bear a sword on his hip at all times and his mannerisms were entirely bizzare- it may just be a mental disorder, however.

Rick found himself forced from his musings by a gentle touch against his lips, he flinched back as his eyebrows raised in shock and confusion. Aragorn was holding a strawberry to his lips with an expectant look. Rick couldn't help but break out in a smile, sure the man was... odd but he was sweet and he took his job as a gardener in Alexandria very seriously. Rick closed his lips around the strawberry as he took a bite, he missed the way Aragorn flushed and had to look off to the side.

Rick's eyes closed and he let out an involuntary sound of satisfaction, it had been too long since he'd savoured the sweet taste of a strawberry- another good thing he'd better hold onto. He opened his eyes to see Aragorn gazing at the ground beside him, Rick offered him the last of the strawberry and tried to convey how good it was with his bright grin. Aragorn pushed Rick's hand towards his mouth, taking the rest of the small fruit. Aragorn let a small smile paint his features, making him look a lot younger than he did normally.

Rick patted the man's shoulder before continuing on his journey to Alexandria's gate, he missed the way Aragorn's disappointed gaze followed his shrinking figure.

Gojo was there to greet him at the gate and Rick hoped to God his best friend couldn't hear how his heart sped up at the sight of him, the traitorous creature that it was.

"Rick! My student, there you are! I was starting to wonder if I'd somehow been scheduled for a double shit," Gojo joked as he ran a hand through his platinum locks, his eyes locked onto Rick's own behind his dark shades.

"Ahah, sorry, got caught up back there by Aragorn. Didja' see? He's got some strawberry plants goin' on, real ripe," he swallowed, why did every word seem to stick to his gullet and refuse to come out?

"Aragorn?" Gojo's voice became slightly higher, "No way! I gotta get some of those."

"Uh, yeah but befo-"

"Sorry, Rick, I'm just gonna go see Aragorn, I'll see ya later, buddy," Gojo playfully punched Rick's shoulder and Rick just grinned and nodded, hoping his disappointment wasn't too evident on his face.

Rick sighed as Gojo practically skipped off, he decided to concentrate on the task at hand: boring, monotonous walking around the whole of Alexandria.

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mercurycft · 3 months

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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 & 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 — 𝐋𝐁

## lucy bronze x reader !!

Hi all! Enjoy this very very smutty imagine with jealous and top!lucy.. there's also a possibility a part 2 if people want it!? Love always.. RG x

contains: jealous!lucy , top!lucy bottom!reader, fingering, strap-on, mentions of leah williamson, teasing, dirty talk b

1,413 words.

CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE & CONTENT 18+

"Strip."

Oh dear this is bad, you thought. It had been months since you had last seen Lucy in this state. Her hair was loosely thrown over her shoulders and cascading down her back, still dressed in her outfit from the party - her white shirt now unbuttoned and exposing her bra as she stood before you.

She was fuming. Not only could you feel it rattling around the room, you could see it. A fire of rage sat heavy behind her deep eyes, jaw clenching periodically as she studied you - her chest heaving as she inhaled and exhaled. You stood like a dear caught in headlights before her, eyes wide and mouth hung slightly agape at the sight of her. You had made it through the door only having it closed for maybe 30 seconds when you heard her voice ring through the room, your shoes were barely off when you turned to follow her voice.

She had gotten home before you, leaving the after-party early and ready to call it a night. The night was still young when she had decided to leave so, you stayed. Draped across your teammates as you collectively laughed, danced and sang horribly through the DJ's playlist of old-school hits.

That was two hours ago now, and after stumbling through the door of your shared apartment as quietly as possible - you were caught.

She wasn't upset you had stayed out, it happened often between you both. She wasn't upset you were dancing on tables in a dress that fit like a glove - clinging to your curves and leaving little to the average imagination. You internally ran through the possible causes of her current situation but were stumped. Then you remembered, the way she had her eyes locked on you from her seat. Your back pressed against Leah's front, bodies swaying to the beat of the song that echoed through the place. Fuck you thought, remembering how she clenched her glass and jaw in unison at the sight of you grinding against your captain.

"Did I stutter? I said, strip." Her voice ripped you from your thoughts, eyes now meeting hers. Noticing how she admired you from across the room, eyes sweeping from your head to your toes - lingering on your chest for almost a second too long.

You remained still for a moment after she spoke, thighs pressed tightly together. Don't push her, you thought. Slowly and carefully lifting your hands to clasp the fabric of your dress, pulling it up and over your head without argument - now exposed to her.

"Bedroom." She whispered, but it wasn't weak, it was strong. A command. An order. You followed it willingly, moving towards your bedroom with her following behind slowly. She couldn't help but watch how your hips moved when you walked, eyes fixated on the way they swayed with each step.

Once you had made it, you stood next to the bed back towards her. Before you had the chance to turn around and speak she had closed the gap between you, her front was pressed against you, her hand up and twisted your hair - pulling you closer against her chest.

She seemed to tower over you, five inches feeling like a foot when the back of your head met with the hot skin of her chest. Her mouth was instantly on your neck, peppering rough and needy kisses below your ear and down the length of your shoulder. Her breath was warm, goosebumps following in her path.

Your eyes were closed tightly, licking your lips as you felt her tongue travel up towards your jaw and stop when her lips pressed against your ear. "Bend over."

You and Lucy had established a long time ago that she liked to be dominant in the bedroom, giving orders and overall giving but it was rare to see her like this. You would be lying if you said it didn't set your body on fire, hairs all standing on end and heart thumping behind its bony cage at the thought of her having her way with you.

You were bent in seconds, weight resting on your hands and head facing down between them - gathering your thoughts and shuddering a deep breath in anticipation. You were left like this for a minute or two. First, there was a shuffling behind you as she searched through the drawers beside her and then silence when she had found what she was looking for. Deep down you knew what it was and the burning in the pit of your stomach increased, sending shockwaves through your lower abdomen and down your legs at the mere thought. Lucy, however, was busy admiring you from behind - on full display for her, clearly enjoying you trying to squeeze your legs together for some form of release.

When she finally caved it was her fingers, tracing through your slick folds methodically. Collecting the wetness on her fingers and circling your sensitive clit. She always knew how to please you, using the perfect amount of pressure with the pads of her fingers. You craved her, whimpering at the feeling of her fingers on you - pushing your hips back to meet her hand, begging for more friction where you needed it most.

You could practically hear her smirk from behind you, moving her fingers to circle your entrance now. Hesitating for a moment before she pulled away completely.

"Lucy, fuck, please.." You pleaded, head lifting in a contest to her actions.

"Get on the bed, on your knees." and you did, scrambling on top of the covers and planting yourself on your knees and elbows, head down facing away from her. You could hear her shuffle again, the sound of her clothes hitting the bedroom floor and her feet navigating their way into something new making your stomach somersault.

She made you wait longer, adjusting herself on the bed behind you. Amused at the way you whined for her, tossing your weight between your knees and squirming for her. Then, you felt it. The tip of her strap caressing you gently. She was gentle, but firm with her actions. Sliding the head between your folds, coating the silicone in your slick before sitting at your entrance once more.

"What's your safeword, baby.." She whispered, breaking character momentarily. It made your heart swell in your chest, perking up to reply.

"Red."

"Good girl.." She praised lowly, pressing into you. Stretching perfectly until it sat snug between your walls. She waited a minute until she was confident you were ready, bracing her hands on your hips as she began to move.

Her thrusts were calculated. Slow and hard. You whimpered into the sheets, eyes rolling into the back of your head as she filled you perfectly. Pulling out slowly just to force herself back into you, pulling your hips back to meet her halfway. Her pace increased with your volume, moaning out as the harsh slaps resonated through the room.

You could hear her breathing, it was erratic. Low curses under her breath matched her thrusts, watching as she stretched you around her.

"You take me so well, don't you baby?" She queried, voice hoarse.

You nodded below her, scared if you tried to speak you would scream out. Though the sheets did a poor job at muffling your moans when you felt her let out a breathy laugh from behind you. Your sultry noises ignited a wildfire in her veins, her hand moving to grip your hair roughly.

"God don't stop, Luce.." You begged, mouth left agape when she grumbled.

"Could she fuck you like this?" It caught you off guard, and you shivered beneath her. "Could she? Would you let her fuck you like this? Stretching you out? hm?" You knew it was rhetorical, but shook your head furiously. Unable to speak. As if she had snipped your vocal chords and stolen them straight out of your throat.

"That's what you want huh? Do you want her to fuck you? Maybe I'll send her a message... I know you love being used." You blushed at the thought, a deep pink cascading over your face and chest. You had never thought about it before, but the images she was feeding you were filthy and they contorted your stomach as her other hand snaked down to toy with your clit. "You want us both? Want us to take turns hm?"

That was all it took for you, overwhelmed by her thrusts and the images now prominent in your mind, your first orgasm ripped through you harshly. Clenching around her strap-on and crying through the room. she didn't stop though, instead pushing your head down further into the sheets and continuing.

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This continued until you were spacey, head filled with the images she was compiling. The filthiest thoughts you can imagine, now after 3 orgasms you lay with her head between your legs. Her tongue grazed your swollen clit, lapping your juices up as you squirmed.

When she pulled away, her lips were red and her chin glistened with you. Smirking as she raised to kiss you passionately, passing your taste on.

She stroked your hair gently as she readjusted you and moved you to lay on the pillows, praising you for taking it so well when your eyes met hers and her shit-eating grin. She made sure you were comfy, kissing you softly in direct contrast to her previous actions.

She went to leave the room, off to grab water for you both and a towel. Though she only made it two steps out the door, poking her head back inside and you couldn't help but laugh when she uttered a low. "Maybe I'll give Leah a text.." fuck.

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vikilinda · 1 year

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A LITTLE FAVOR

pairing(s): Georgie farmer x fem!reader

Summary: Your roomie asks you for a favor that you charge him in a scene, and it ends up being the best favor of your life.

"Oh please"

"Nope!"

"You just have to put on the wig and no one will notice"

Emma, your co-star and friend, begs you to cover her in a scene, the two had become friends when they were both in the final casting test, it cannot be said that both had gotten the role.

"Come on, you don't have to say any dialogue"

Emma had been begging you to cover her in a scene tomorrow, of course you had been telling her no all this time. Something interesting about both of you was how much you two looked alike, not enough to be twins but you do share quite a few similar traits.

"And why isn't Jenna covering for you!"

Jenna, who has been watching you fight Emma, peacefully shakes her head as she continues to eat popcorn.

"I have scenes tomorrow, even if I wanted to I can't"

"Oh come on y/n, you're my only hope, if the scene doesn't shoot tomorrow they'll have to push everything back to January"

You deny.

"It won't be that someone is like this, it's because of her scene partner"

You quickly give Jenna a dirty look. As much as you wanted to deny it, Jenna was only telling the truth, if you accepted your scene partner, it would be Georgie, of course that wasn't the problem, the real problem came with the scene, which was a kiss between Enid and Ajax.

¡You couldn't kiss Georgie!

You and Georgie were good friends, spending almost every day on set together, even seeing each other for off-set dialogue practice quite often. But you couldn't kiss him, not after you'd tried so hard to drown out every little hint of any feeling for him.

"Is this all about Georgie? But if you guys are good- OH. MY. GOOD"

Emma, who seemed to have understood the situation, looks at you with flashing eyes and open mouth. Apparently your little secret had been discovered.

"All the more reason you have to cover me tomorrow"

"I can't"

"Y/n this may be your best chance to find out if he has feelings for you."

"And in the worst case you'll have kissed your crush and you'll have the whole spring break to forget about it" Interjects Jenna.

"Oh thanks"

"Oh come on Y/n, Jenna's right, this is a win/win for you. Please"

You sigh. You were definitely going to regret this.

"Fine…i do it."

"YESS!"

Both girls jump on top of you to celebrate, the three of you end up on the ground laughing out loud.

"I'm going to regret this so much"

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"And…Action!"

Your heart gallops when you see how Georgie finishes the short sentence of her character, your scene was the last one to shoot so when you turn around you see almost all your friends and setmates, that only makes you more nervous.

Georgie starts to get closer to you but you just freeze to the ground. Why can't you just be professional, kiss him and end this.

"Sorry"

You don't wait for an answer and you just run to the closest place you can find, of course it ends up being one of the corridors of the school set. Why couldn't you kiss him? Why did you have to run away? God, what is wrong with you!

"Hey…are you alright?"

You don't know if you are exalted by the shock of not knowing that you had someone behind your back, or by the specific British accent of that someone.

"Yeah, I just needed to get some air"

"Are you sure?"

You nod. You still had your back to Georgie but it didn't take much of a look to know that Georgie was far away from you, you felt how close her body was to yours.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Georgie, seeing that you wouldn't turn around, he does, you look at the ground but he bends down in search of it. Georgie knew something was wrong, he knew you perfectly, you never got like that for a scene, not even that time you had to jump out of a window; So seeing you in that state he can't help but worry.

"Is it because of the number of people? Because I can tell Percy to distract them while we record"

"It's not that"

Georgie was a very patient person, very few things managed to get on his nerves, this was one of the few things. You kept looking away while giving monosyllabic answers, was he the problem? Had you been angry with him and hadn't noticed? He hadn't brushed his teeth?

Georgie takes your face in his hands and gently lifts it up so you can look into his eyes.

"Is it me? Can't you record the scene for me?"

Your lack of response confirms it. The look in his eyes kills you and makes you feel like the worst person in the world, he had only cared about you and instead you just avoid because you can't admit that it makes you so nervous that all body heat runs out of you.

"I'm sorry, I never wanted you to feel uncomfortable. It's because of the breath, right? I never should have let Percy do the shopping."

You laugh and that makes Georgie feel better at least you're not mad at him.

"You don't make me uncomfortable and your breath is fine, I swear."

"And what is it? If you don't tell me I won't be able to fix it, y/n/n"

Here you were, if you were going to take out the bandage you were going to do it in one move.

"It's just… It's just that you make me nervous"

Georgio was a poem, you didn't know if he was confused, scared or surprised. Or if he at least had understood what you wanted to say.

"I can't kiss you because every time you got closer I felt like my heart was going to explode or run away. And I couldn't tell you anything because I didn't want to damage our friendship, although from your face you may not even understand what I'm trying to tell you…"

Georgie doesn't give you time to finish when he locks your body in his arms and his chest, making sure that this time you weren't going to run away anywhere. Join your lips with his.

You were kissing Georgie! After all they had ended up kissing and you had to admit that it was much better than you had imagined. When they separate, Georgie runs her gaze over your face, smiles.

"I was the one who asked Emma to switch scenes with you."

"What?"

Your eyes widened at her confusion, a smile beginning to escape from the corner of your lips. Georgie had planned all this.

"I couldn't leave without at least trying something. Those two months would have eaten my head"

"So you convinced Emma that she'll help you?"

"It was more blackmail on her part, but let's say yes. Are you upset?"

Emotions did not fit in you, how could you be upset? Georgie had gone to all the trouble to come up with a plan and blackmail your roomie just so he could kiss you.

"Y/n?"

You don't answer, not with words at least. You take her face in your hands and kiss it. Georgie takes a few more seconds to react, but when he does, he encloses you more in his arms, letting herself be guided by the dance that guides your lips.

They both smile when they see each other.

"How about we finish filming the scene, and after what it takes to get all this blood off of us, we go on a date"

"I'm lovin 'it"

#ajax petropolus x reader #Georgie farmer x reader #georgie farmer #fanfic #fanfition #wensday #ajax

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kararomanoff · 11 months

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my baby

this was written by a minor, if that makes you uncomfortable then feel free to not interact

warning: fingering (r reserving), mommy kink (n), pet names (baby, sweetheart)

hiiiii this is my first post, im very excited but this will probably be really bad

you where lying on the sofa watching friends waiting for Natasha to come out the shower. You and Nat have been dating for 3 months now and you couldn't be happier and you hoped she felt the same way.

'' hey sweetheart'' you hear for behind you and you turn around to see Natasha standing there in with only a towel covering her bare body ''baby?'' she rasps

''hm?'' you reply shaking your filthy thoughts away but still not being able to tare your eyes away from your lovers glorious chest, Natasha starts waking forward until she is close enough for her to pick up your chin ''what you looking at baby hm?'' you shrug to embarrassed to say it out loud ''was it these honey?'' her voice was now low as ask and gropes her own chest while dropping her towel.

you accidently let out a moan at the sight before you and Nat smirks ''underdress for mommy baby'' she didn't need to ask you twice, you hurried to lift your shirt over your head and pulling both your shorts and panties down in one go ''aww look at my baby so obedient for mommy'' she chuckles as you hastily nod wanting to be filled with her fingers.

Nat sits down on the sofa and pats her lap indicating for you to sit ''yes mommy'' you answer shyly ''good girl'' once you straddle her lap she starts to kiss your neck as she trails her hands down your body grabbing at everything she can ''mommy pleaseee...'' you beg feeling her hands but not where you needed them most ''sweetheart if you don't tell mommy what you want i cant do it'' you knew she knew what you wanted but she wasn't going to give you it till you asked so....

''Please finger me mommy please'' as soon as you finished your sentence Nat had shoved two fingers into you not leaving anytime for you to get used to it ''mhmm mommy'' you moan ''you like that baby? being mommy's good obedient girl?'' you nod not being about to say anything coherent ''aww poor baby is mommy making it hard to speak?'' you nod yet again ''maybe i should stop hm''

''NOOOOO'' you scream feeling the coil in your stomach, she adds another finger moving her hand faster ''hmmmm...'' she pretends to think ''I'll stop in... one minute, if you haven't came by then... well that's it i guess'' she threats

''nooo but-'' she stops moving her hand ''no- mommy please- i-i need to cum... please mommy'' you beg feeling the tears in your eyes, she starts moving her hand again, faster this time ''you only have thirty now, if i hear you complain again I'll stop'' you didn't want her to stop, in fact you never wanted her to stop ''mommy i need to cum''

''then do it baby, be a good girl and come for mommy'' as soon as she said that you came with Natasha prolonging you high and then holding you close ''my baby'' she mumbles ''your baby''

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff imagine #black widow x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff smut #mommy natasha #baby #natalia romanova #black widow #marvel #mcu #fanfic #fanfition #follow #short reads #first post

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sisiofthemultifandom · 5 months

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Which pairing choice for Byleth would ideally work for a swan princess AU; Edelgard, Dimitri, or Claude

#fanfition #fanfic #prompt #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem #fe3h byleth #byleth #female byleth #edelgard von hresvelg #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #claude von riegan #edeleth #dimileth #claudeleth

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belladonna-dusk-writer · 12 days

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I know it’s been a while since I’ve updated my story, and there’s a very good reason for that. As of late, I’ve actually been working on another story that predates “Now and For Always”. This is going to be a more solid base for my stories and those that follow in the same universe. I was starting to run into a lot of plot holes and it was making the writing process hard on myself. This is what I do in my down time to unwind and it was becoming really stressful, the opposite of what I wanted to begin with.

Keep an eye out in the next few weeks for my new story, and once that one is finished and I’m done revising “Now and For Always”, I’ll republish it as well. Thank you for understanding and I’m sorry if I have upset anyone.

Any and all criticism and suggestions are welcomed and highly appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read my update.

#fanfition #ghost #ghost band #terzo #ghost ghouls #ghouls #nameless ghouls #papa terzo #cardinal copia #papa copia

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tobimilobi · 8 months

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Chapters: 7/10 Fandom: The Super Mario Bros. Movie (2023) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Luigi (Nintendo), Mario (Nintendo), Princess Peach (Nintendo), Bowser (Nintendo) Additional Tags: luigi - Freeform, Bowser - Freeform, mario - Freeform, bowser jr - Freeform, Princess peach - Freeform, Deaf Character, luigi can't hear, Bowuigi, Bowser & Luigi Friendship (Nintendo), The Super Mario Bros. Movie (2023) Spoilers, Enemies to Friends, I need it to make it, Cute, Luigi Needs a Hug (Nintendo), overprotective brother mario, a little bit of bowuigi but not really?, I'm not shure, For now is one sided ok?, Sorry Not Sorry, Slow Burn Series: Part 1 of The Sound of Silence Summary:

"Go away! You and the Princess are evil!"

Suddenly, Junior appeared in front of Mario and pushed him back hard, then snuggled up to Luigi's side.

"Leave Lu alone, you nasty Tomato!"

Mario's face was priceless, and the insult he was given made Bowser snort uncontrollably, but he quickly covered his snout with his paw. The first to break the murky silence was none other than King Boo.

"Okay, since the wedding clearly didn't work out, I'm going back to my place" He darted past Bowser and backed away suddenly. "If you find that annoying dog, you can keep him. I'm sick of the gnawed furniture in the Haunted Mansion.”

Before Bowser could protest, King Boo disappeared along with several of his smaller copies in the floor. He growled slowly. He was really hoping to get rid of that damn mongrel, and King Boo had just left him here brazenly! Son of a...!

"Junior?"

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am0ng-the-starss · 1 month

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Struggling with how to start my fanfiction

i've never written fan fiction before and I have the idea and plot ironed out jut no idea what the first sentence should be.

#fanfition #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #first fanfic #help lol #aimless rambling #writing #new writer #passion project

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dei2dei · 2 years

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I see a lot of fanfic authors wail about wordcount and treat it like it's the holy grail or a dick-measuring contest. I write 500 words a day, well I write 1500! I can write 900 in an hour! Someone gave me a funny look when I said I do 6000 a day, is that not enough? and so on.

It makes me livid because I see a lot of new writers thing they're Doing It Wrong if they're not hitting giant wordcounts, or artificially inflating wordcount to try to fit in (yeah, some of us will check your alleged write-and-post-daily-no-buffer 100k epic, and when it's 46k that's not a good look).

I've been following some tradpub authors on social media and one thing I've noticed is that a number of authors who do this for a living seem to come in around the 2,000 words/day.

Stephen King in On Writing says:

Rhianna Pratchett says about her father, the late great Sir Terry:

And recently from Kate Elliott:

From John Scalzi's blog post Jan 3 2022:

Fellow fanfic writers, please stop beating yourselves up and holding yourselves to giant numeric standards. If the people paid to do it are shooting for 2k/day, you-doing this as a hobby-have no reason to feel like you must exceed that. We're already under enough self-imposed pressure to WRITE ALL THE THINGS!

This is a hobby. Pursue it at your pace, your speed. Readers are not expecting paid professional wordcounts from you. Don't push yourself like that unless you want to.

#fanfition #writing advice #writeblr #fanficbl #wordcount #it's a hobby please don't push yourselves #quantity does not always equal quality

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jellyfishloveletterghosts · 2 years

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I have made it home. Have a lil something I wrote while my happy cat sat on my stomach all afternoon.

Stay

It is getting late. The sun has long since set and all of Billy’s other visitors, family and friends are long gone.

Except Steve.

Steve has stayed.

He had been there when Billy woke in a panic of pain, alive despite the horrors he had endured over the last week. Steve sat there waiting in the corner of the room through nurses and doctors and everyone else.

Billy, despite his tired broken state, is keenly aware of Steve waiting patiently.

Steve takes up the seat Billy's last lingering visitor Max vacates. He scoots the chair closer, the metal legs loud as they scratch over the linoleum.

There is nothing for a long time. Steve sits quite almost forgettable as he stares down at his own hands. Picking at his cuticles as he tries to compose himself.

Billy does the only thing he can do. Watches him and waits.

"I could stay." Steve whispers. He speaks so low his voice almost blends in with the machines that are keeping Billy alive and recording his vitals.

Steve’s hand is warm where he slips it into Billy’s own weak one that has been resting limp at his side on top of the crisp white blanket.

Billy does not have the voice to ask not that he could. Even if there was not a tube down his throat right now he probably would not have the right words. The mean ones quick to come out and protect him from the soft bits he works so hard to bury deep.

It's probably best he can't blurt something out. It gives Steve the chance to press on. No thoughtless quick snap of words spoiling things thus time.

Steve speaks a little louder this time to be heard over the buzz of machines and the two nurses having a heated discussion passing by the cracked door. "I could stay if you want me to." A little more clarification like maybe Billy had not understood his meaning the first time.

Billy got it the from the get go but hes played dumb one to many times about what he menas for Steve to think otherwise.

He has a hard time believing the offer.

The machines beep louder as his heart thumps heavy in his chest.

Steve’s eyes flick over to them with concern. The fluorescent lights catching the wet building up in the corners threatening to spill over.

It makes Billy’s gut tighten painfully, he has seen that too many times. Has been the reason for it again and again. Pulling away everytime Steve got too close.

Billy does not want to be the reason for those tears again.

"I thought maybe you might not want to be alone." Steve shrugs like the offer means nothing. Like he is not offering Billy something, he himself was denied over and over again by the very man he offers it to now.

Billy regrets every single time he pushed Steve away. He did in those moments of pushing and more so now that he knows what goes bump in the night of Hawkins.

Billy’s eyes brim with tears at being offered this despite his prior actions.

Billy does not realize his inaction is causing turmoil in Steve. To caught up in his own to notice until "Or if you'd rather be alone I get that too. I can just–"

It is Steve’s hand trying to slip away from his that spurs Billy to action.

He cannot do much, weak and bed bound as he is but he uses every ounce of strength he has to grip Steve's hand.

"Is that your way of asking me to stay?" Steve’s voice is wet but there is a hint of something happy, hopeful.

It curls under Billy’s ribs and makes him snuffle a wet, almost laugh around the tube helping him breath. He does the only thing he can do. Billy relaxes his hold on Steve’s hand minutely before tightening it again. Hoping desperately that it conveys just how much he does want Steve to stay.

"Yeah alright. I'll stay." Steve nods and sniffs, wet and messy. Steve is crying again but he is also smiling, mouth pulling wide, cheeks popping with it.

These tears, these happy things brightened by a smile do not hurt.

It is a wobbly wet thing brimming with affection that just has all the feelings Billy has been trying to weed since they first sprouted, blooming out of control.

Billy has his own tears and it is a good thing he has the tube helping him breathe. He does not care about any of that even the way his nose starts whistling is barely a bother. He survived and somehow despite his own sabotage he has got Steve and he knows things are going to be okay somehow someday.

Billy squeezes Steve's hand, he never wants to let go again.

Billy vows to make up for all those pushes away when he gets out of here to a chorus of machines and too bright forecast lights. It is only in his own head but he will tell Steve when they finally remove the tubes and he can talk again.

Billy is going to stay with Steve Harrington for the rest of his life.

If you like this it sure would be nice if you'd reblog it.

#harringrove #jellyghostfic #fanfition #st fic #billy hargrove x steve harrington

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haunteddreamlandlove · 7 months

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Forgotten (Gojo Satoru x FEM!reader)

☹☹𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: 𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸 𝓢𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓾+ 𝓕𝓔𝓜!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸 𝓢𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓾!𝓒𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱 + 𝓢𝓱𝔂!𝓕𝓔𝓜, 𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸 𝓢𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓾!𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓸𝔂 + 𝓑𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓭!𝓕𝓔𝓜.☹☹

☹☹𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓲𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽. 𝓘 𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓽. 𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝔀𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓲𝓽. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓳𝓾𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓾 𝓴𝓪𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂, 𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸 𝓢𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓾 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓸𝔀𝓷. 𝓛𝓮𝓽'𝓼 𝓰𝓸!☹☹

☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹

Y/N kept her head low, doing her best to stay hidden, to remain unnoticed as she made her way to class.

Her focus was so intense that she didn't see the couple making out in the hallway until it was too late.

Y/N's eyes were glued to Gojo Satoru, kissing a really pretty girl.

Her heart clenched, feeling the shame overcome her.

This was her daily routine, the familiar feeling of shame as she passed by the pair.

Yet, she couldn't look away.

Y/N couldn't help but feel a sharp pang of envy as she continued her walk to class.

She wondered if she would ever get to be with her crush.

As she walked through the door, she tried her best to keep a straight face, even though on the inside, she felt like she'd been hit by a sledgehammer.

She knew the feelings she had for Gojo Satoru were one-sided, and yet, she couldn't help but feel a sharp stab of jealousy as she saw the girl he kissed sitting two desks in front of her.

Y/N collapsed onto her seat, feeling completely hopeless.

She'd been stuck in this vicious cycle of longing and sadness for weeks now.

Every day, she watched as Gojo Satoru paid attention to other girls, while she was left isolated.

The feeling of not being worthy was crippling.

As the bell rang, she didn't even bother waiting for her class to finish, she simply got up and walked out, the heavy weight of envy and self-pity sinking her.

The walk home was a solemn one, one in which she stared at the ground the entire way home.

☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹

☹☹𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼: 𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽. 𝓘 𝔀𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼, 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓘 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓶𝓵𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷. 𝓘𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷.☹☹

#mine #short story #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen gojou #jujutsu kaisen #gojou x reader #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #gojo fanfic #jujustu kaisen #gojo satoru fanfic #fanfic #fanfition

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mercurycft · 3 months

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𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 — 𝐋𝐁

## lucy bronze x reader !!

Enjoy this cheeky little something something while I perfect the next chapter of ‘OFF LIMITS’.. This is probably my favourite thing I've written in a while, as well as the longest too! Love always! - RG! x

can you tell im a sucker for a ‘forbidden love’ type fic? contains: softtop!lucy. age!gap but i promise its entirely legal. thigh riding, fingering, praise, finger sucking.

3.3k words.

CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT & LANGUAGE 18+

“I swear on my life Leah, It isn’t a big deal!”

“And I swear on my life, I will volley him over the bar!” She slurred, pointing a firm finger in the direction of the ‘handsy’ bartender. Before the situation could get any more embarrassing, you pushed her away and towards the table with a timid and apologetic smile back in his direction. Alcohol tended to brew confidence in Leah. Her usual calm and quiet demeanour slipping away with every sip of her drink throughout the night.

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head and patting her shoulder. “Sit down, before you get yourself in trouble.” You mumbled, raising your eyebrows to the other girls who sat around the table as Leah slumped herself next to Alex and started ranting. The other girls were tucked neatly around the booth - all of their faces plastered with an amused look as they watched on, disregarding their own conversations to try and listen in.

Most of her words were drowned out by the music, bass bouncing off the walls. From what you could hear, a slightly tipsy Leah had read the situation wrong - assuming the bartender had started flirting and ‘pushing his luck’ as she put it, when you had leaned in to hear him better. You shook your head and tried to stifle a laugh when she started defending herself, encouraged by the rest of the group who were highly entertained by the whole thing.

Leah was a funny drunk, a table-top dancer, shot-encourager and very clearly protective. It was admirable, but so funny. It was funnier, however, listening to her explain to the rest of the group. Her voice cracking and jumping octaves as she tried to shout over the music - throat becoming hoarse.

You stood from the booth after a few minutes, leaning across the back of the booth to pat Alex’s shoulder, bringing your lips into a tight line and holding in your laughs as she you left her stranded with a fuming, blonde companion. Making your escape and b-lining for the dance floor, where the rest of your friends were.

Leah, by nature is protective. The captain of the team, and now headed towards being a european champion. But before all of this, she was a big sister. Your big sister. You were only a year and a half younger but she made it her life mission to protect you and this wasn’t a role she took lightly. She looked after you, steering you out of harms way and at times, getting herself in trouble instead. Just like tonight.

You had been around football, and most of the girls, for a majority of your life. It was Leah’s passion, and it filled you with pride as she got to live her childhood dream. As a result, you and the rest of her teammates had spent a lot of time together - and you got on like a house on fire.

You went to most training sessions, filming content. You went to almost all matches, and her friends quickly became your friends. So when the group had gone out for celebrations, following the match that shot them straight into the semi- finals, naturally you were invited along.

You were now in the midst of the crowd of bodies. Drink in hand and arm in the air as everyone sang, no massacred, a Kings of Leon banger. Stomping their feet and dancing along, screaming. You were stood laughing between Lucy and Jordon - who were surprisingly joining in the chorus, arms strung around each other.

Waiting until the song ended and the room filled with cheers to poke your head between them both, shouting “Can I steal Lucy for a sec, mate?” Jordon simply laughed, leaning back in to reply with an ‘of course’ and shuffling away towards another group of the girls.

Before you could speak, her mouth was pressed to your ear as she tried to reach a hearable volume. “Tenner on your sister two-footing someone tonight!” You couldn’t help but laugh, rolling your eyes and shoving against her.

“That’s because you lot encourage her!”

“I do not! I simply tell her to express her anger how she sees fit!”

“Oh so in other words, encouraging!” You laughed back, sarcasm lacing your words. Lucy was always easy to talk to, a familiar face. Leah and Jordan spent a lot of time together, which meant Leah, Jordan and Lucy spent a lot of time together. It wasn’t unusual to find the three scattered around the living room on a Sunday, practically dead to the world, often after a particularly messy night.

“Tenner that we’ll be the ones carrying her back to her room later as well!” You added, clinking your glasses together as another song reeled through the speakers - greeted by a crowd of screams and cheers.

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You were right, though you always were when it came to Leah. Now you stood inside the lift, Leah with one arm draped over your shoulder and the other over Lucy’s. You both tried to hold her up as best you could, which was hard when she was pretty much falling asleep between you.

It felt like three hours had passed when the three of you, four if you included an also drunk Jordon who was trailing behind the group with her head tucked into her phone, had finally made it their shared room. Scanning Leah’s key-card and dragging her through the door and getting her on the bed.

Fifteen minutes later, her makeup was off and pjs on. Though that was mostly the work of you, physically having to peel her clothes off of her body and replace them without any help on her end as she dead-weighted against you. You did all this while Lucy put her phone on charge, and made sure she had a water bottle beside her bed for the night.

When you had finally put her to bed, Lucy spoke up from behind you. “Does this mean I owe you a tenner?” you scoffed at her remark, turning to face her.

“If that was the case, you owe me about a grand in bets since we met!”

“Oi, don’t even! I have definitely paid that back in all the takeaways I buy you and your bloody sister!”

“Touché, Bronze,” you grumbled back, turning to place a kiss on Leah’s forehead and say goodnight to Jordan, who was laid beside her and almost asleep before you had even left the room.

When you got outside and shut the door behind you, you looked towards Lucy to thank her for her help and apologise for ripping her away from the party, but were met with her hand already lifted to stop you. “Don’t even say it, you know I don’t mind.”

You smiled at her, taking a deep breath and checking the time on your phone. “Shit, I need to get an uber. I’ll text you in the morning?” You said, looking up periodically from your phone whilst typing in your address.

“Why don’t you just stay here? I don’t think I like the idea of you in a taxi alone this late,” She started, checking the time on her phone. “It’s past 2, absolutely not.” She confirmed, shaking her head and pulling out her own key-card. “Just stay with me. I’ll get you a taxi in the morning,”

“It’s fine! I’ll just hop in with the girls-”

“If Leah finds out I let you get in a taxi, she will actually punch me in the face.”

“You do have a point..”

The pair of you had started walking through the hall by this point, still arguing lowly at the idea of you in a taxi alone. Lucy didn’t take no for an answer, swiping her card and unlocking her room. “If you don’t go and get in that bed right now I will call your mother.” She pressed, teasing. Her accent seemed to get thicker with the presence of alcohol in her system.

“Oh really..” You shot back folding your arms together across your chest, challenging her. You watched as she fumbled with her phone, mumbling some sarcastic comment under breath while pulling up your mum’s contact and hovering her finger over the call button.

“Don’t make me wake Amanda up..”

“Fine!” You caved, scurrying into the room and holding your hands up in defence. She followed close behind, pleased with herself and shutting the door behind her.

Once in the room you sat on the bed, undoing your shoes and chucking them in some direction away from you - you didn’t care, as long as they were off. You got up to wash your face, wincing when the soles of your feet met flat on the floor. “Fucking heels,” You whispered, walking to the bathroom in a huff.

When you emerged back into the room, Lucy was already changed. Shorts and a sports bra now adorning her tanned body, you had to shake yourself out of the moment as you stared at her back. Admiring the toned muscles as she dug through her suitcase, turning briefly to throw something towards you.

“Put that on,” It was short, but sounded sweet and made you smile internally. Turning back towards the bathroom to strip and put the shirt she had given you on. It was a football top with ‘BRONZE’ plastered across the back of your shoulders, but it did the job and was comfier than your outfit previously.

You stood in the bathroom for a few moments, pulling your hair into a ponytail before shutting off the light and making your way back to the bed. “Left or right?” You questioned.

“What?” She looked at you, her glasses now perched on the bridge of her nose snd you swore you felt your insides shift.

“Uh- Side of the bed? Left or right?” You stammered, pointing towards the sheets.

“Whatever tickles your fancy, I don’t have a side,” She shrugged back, trying to contain her smirk when she caught you looking at her for a second too long.

You made a fake disgusted face back to her, scrunching your nose. “You’re such a freak, who doesn’t have a side of the bed?”

“Me, obviously.” She retorted, rolling her eyes sarcastically.

You had opted for the side closest to the window, walking around the bed with your back to Lucy. She had to stop herself from audibly groaning at the sight of her name printed across your shoulder blades, unable to tear her eyes away. Lucy would be lying if she said she didn’t find you attractive, because you were and she did.

When you had rounded the bed, you pulled at the linens. Yanking them up and over your body as you got comfortable in the bed, sinking into the mattress and sighing when your head hit the pillow - facing the other side of the bed which was yet to be occupied.

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The bed dipped beside you after a few minutes,and Lucy shuffled under the covers next to you after faffing about the room. Flicking the light switch above her bedside table to turn off the lights, your phone now the main source of light.

You lowered your phone to shine in her face, smiling when you were greeted with a smile. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had a Williamson in my bed,” She quipped, winking dramatically as you faked a gag.

“Gross! I’m going to tell then you told me that,” you replied, laughing and turning to place your phone on the table beside you. You faced the window, the curtains closed but still allowing some light from a lamp outside to peak through. With your back now to Lucy, she had a full view of her name once again. “Goodnight Lucia..” You whispered into the dark, sighing contently into the silence.

“Goodnight,” She replied, still scanning your back. Noticing how the shirt sat bunched above your hips, revealing a slither of your back and the lace of your underwear - sucking in a breath at the sight alone. You felt her hand skim gently across the letters on the top, smiling into your pillow.

She had gotten closer, her arm now slung across your waist and holding you against her. Time had passed but still you were awake, and you knew she was too. The loud thrumming in your chest prohibiting any chance of sleep, when you felt her presence beside your ear.

You could feel her breath on your neck as she leaned in towards you slowly, whispering a small “Is this okay?” as her lips lingered over the skin below your ear, awaiting your answer. You nodded and she moved closer, pressing her lips against your neck softly.

They were tender but calculated and you breathed heavily out into the room when she kissed along your shoulder, dragging her teeth over the material of her jersey. You waited a few more minutes before turning over to face her, flushed. Taking a deep breath and looking into her eyes, your faces were close. Closer than you realised. So close you could see every groove, every line and feature. Lips no more than centimetres apart.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

That was all she needed, bringing her lips to press against yours. Hand still gripping your waist and guiding your frame to lay flush against hers as your hands moved to cup the back of her neck and head, lips moving in sync.

The next few minutes were a blur of movement and small, breathy giggles and now you sat on her lap - straddling the top of her thighs with your mouths still connected. The kiss was now a mixture of desperation and yearning, hands grabbing at whatever skin they could find beneath the sheets.

Her head dipped, kissing and nipping at the skin of your jaw and along your throat. You couldn’t help but whimper when her teeth grazed a particularly sensitive patch of skin, right where your neck and collar bone met. You could feel her smirk against you, which only made the feeling in the pit of your stomach worse.

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You had tried to remove your top, well her top, but were met with a protest telling you to keep it on. Her skin on fire at the thought of you wearing her name as you sat now desperate on top of her.

Your hair was now down, and one of her hands sat roughly in the roots. Tugging at the stands to guide you against her mouth, when she felt you start to rock your hips against her. Eliciting a guttural moan from the back of her throat.

She used the hand still on your waist to slow your movement to a stop, moving to lift you up and over until you straddled one of her thighs. The only barrier between you both was your underwear, and when you shifted your weight she felt your wetness graze against her. Smirking and pulling away to look at your face.

“You wanna ride my thigh, darling?” She whispered, eyes locked on yours as you enthusiastically nodded. Eyes glazed over, and eyebrows furrowed with need. She smiled at the action, moving her fingers to push your underwear aside and lift her thigh to meet your warmth. Groaning when she felt you coat her thigh.

You moaned at the contact, your clit already sensitive and throbbing. You didn’t know how she did it, how she had you wrapped around her finger and laying in the palm of her hand but you loved every second of it. Mouth falling agape when she began guiding you up and down the length of her thigh, rocking your hips against her.

“Does that feel good baby?” She asked from your neck, her lips stopping their sloppy kisses for a second. You whimpered in response, nodding slowly. Her hand met your jaw in a swift but gentle motion, pulling you to focus on her. “Use your words, love.”

“Yes it feels good, Luce..” You whispered, licking your lips. Head falling back as you worked her thigh, the sound of your wetness protruding through the quiet of the room and accompanied by the sound of laboured breathing from below you.

“Good girl..” She added, jaw clenched when she attached her lips to your neck again. You savoured the feeling, the delicious feeling as you dragged yourself against her skin moving to tuck your head into her neck.

“Need more, Luce..”

“Hm? What’s that?” She was egging you on, hands moving to squeeze at the flesh of your thighs. Helping you rut against her.

“Want your fingers..” You confessed, dragging your own teeth along her shoulder now - biting down against the skin when you felt your face flush.

She had you flipped in seconds, now towering over you as you laid flat against the bed helping her shimmy your underwear off. Once gone, she spread your legs - moaning at the sight of your juices dripping and now covering the inners of your thighs. You blushed at the sound, biting your lip to muffle any noises you were concerned about making in response.

You felt her fingers next, sweeping through your folds and drawing tight circles around your clit. Moaning when she pressed the pads of her fingers harder into the bundle of nerves, finding it humorous as your body responded to her touch.

“Please,” You begged, hips rising off the bed in a desperate act for more friction. She shut the down quickly, using her free hand to pin your hips back to the mattress.

“Please what, darling..” Lucy stalled, slowing down to an unbearable speed. “What do you want..?” She added lowly, coaxing you out of your shell.

“Want you to fuck me.. Please..” You squirmed, knees now bent and sat on either side of your hips - inviting her in. You felt as she slowly and carefully slipped in a single finger, watching your face contort before she added another.

Stretching you out perfectly and starting to move them methodically inside you. Pulling out the perfect amount before pushing them back inside, curling up against your tight walls to press against your g-spot.

Her pace and pressure increased with the volume of your sultry moans, back arched into her touch and face buried in your arms as her fingers pressed perfectly inside of you. Bringing her thumb to toy with your clit, salivating as she watched you take her.

She could feel you squeezing around her fingers, becoming breathless as you chased your orgasm - chest rising with every thrust of her fingers. “You gonna cum for me?” She asked, her free hand lifting to the side of your face to force you into eye contact.

“Y-Yes,” You stuttered, eyes rolling into the back of your head when her fingers curled. Mouth hung open and hips riding against her fingers.

“Show me how you cum, baby..”

That was all it took for you, orgasm crashing through your body and shaking through your limbs. Legs thrashing around her hand as you came, back arched and screaming out her name - which caused her to smirk, watching you intensely.

Lucy let you ride it out, only stilling her thrusts when your back finally laid against the bed again - catching your breath when you heard her chuckle deeply. Bringing her fingers up to your mouth and slipping them past your lips, admiring how you took them and started working against them. Pulling away with a pop when you felt they were clean, and looking up at her.

A deafening silence engulfed the room, as Lucy fell beside you on the bed. She turned on her side to face you and handed you a towel she had grabbed, which you accepted gracefully and did what you could.

“Jesus..” You whispered, testing the air.

“That’s not my name..” She threw back, earning a weak laugh. There was the normal Lucy you had grown to love, you thought whilst lifting your hand to swat at her chest.

“Let’s maybe not tell Leah about this..”

“Agreed.”

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sm-doomcomic · 1 year

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I had to repost this page because I wanted to add an ART page after page 1.

#sailor moon #Sailor Moon Cosmos #Sailor Moon Comic #sailor moon eternal #sailor moon crystal #comic #fanfic #fanart #fancomic #fan comic #doujin #doujinshi #fanfition #borax #doom #sailor moon doom

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i-luv-carl-grimes · 1 year

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☾꙳all the things I hate about you꙳☀︎ pt.1

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Chandler Riggs x Fem!reader (he is 16 and you are 15)

Summary: you recently got booked for a acting job playing a character in the walking Dead, it just so happens that you play the love interest for a character named Carl Grimes played by Chandler Riggs, you soon realize you two hated one another

Warnings: swearing

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Hello my darlings! This is VERY important so please read. Okay so this is part.1 of a series I will be starting I'll try to Update as much as possible but I hope you enjoy<3

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I walked out of the studio where I was auditioning for a character from the walking Dead, I was over the moon about it! I mean there we're only 3 other girls there so there was a really good chance I could get the part, and maybe I am getting my hopes up but the thought of meeting CHANDLER RIGGS I couldnt help but kick my feet and laugh like a little girl.

I was a HUGE fan of Chandler, I mean I've been watching the walking Dead since I was 8 and Carl was my favorite character, that's also when it hit me

Omg, if I get the part, I'm play his love interest and once again I felt my stomach fill with excitement and again I shoved my head in my pillow and let out a scream, once I calmed down I grabbed my phone and seen that Chandler had Twitted I opened it and see that he was talking about the casting

@chandlerriggs

I just seen the new casting, it'll be out tomorrow afternoon good luck! And check your emails

Chandler always seemed so nice, his streams were always funny the clips of him and even his interviews he just seemed so...i don't know how to put it, lovely? Yeah I guess. "Y/n! Dinner!" my mom said and I turned my phone of and almost skipped down the stairs, I NEEDED this part

"How did the auditions go?" my mother asked as I set the table. "Not sure, all I know is that if I get the part I will freak out" I said sitting down and she put f/f (favorite food) on the table. "I know how much you love that show and that boy, what was his name? Carl? Anyway when do you find out if you get the part?" my mom asked. "Chandler Riggs the actor for Carl said that they'll be out tomorrow afternoon" I said shoving food into my mouth. "I really hope you get it dear" she said grabbing my face and I gave her a soft smile. I hope so too.

After I had finished eating I said goodnight to my mom, put my hair up, brush my teeth and washed my face all before I jumped on my bed and grabbed my phone to see another twit from Chandler

@chandlerriggs

I'll be streaming at 8:00 pm for a bit, and PLEASE do not ask me who got booked for the audition, I can't say

I realized it was already 8:12 so why not? I opened the stream and seen Carl playing minecraft. I then seen Carl's eyes move to look at chat when a question popped up about the part I had auditioned from.

@/therealone: what are your thoughts on having a love interest

"Hmm I'm not sure actually, its cool I guess, I just know that the rest of the cast it gonna be a bit annoyed also, guess who was able to pick" he said then pointed at himself. "I aware there were 3 girl who actually got to do the audition but only 2 made it to actually being picked they wanted me to, why? I don't fucking know, I think they wanted me to pick who would look the best with Carl so I did, and I think I picked right but we'll see" he said and for some reason I felt anxiety rise in my chest, what if I was let go? What if I was the girl who didn't make it, I then started to type

@/(u/n)(username)

I look forward to maybe working with you!

I said and I seen his mouth curve. "Maybe huh?" he said, what was me implying, did I get the part? Was he messing with me? No he wouldn't, would he? My god I dont know anything about him, sure I thought he was cool but I don't really KNOW him know him. My anxiety grew and I sat up when my phone dinged

(F/n) (friend name)

Hey n/n (Nick name) I was wondering if I could come over and see if you get the part, that alright?

N/n

Sure! God I'm so nervous about it

F/n

Don't be! If you dont get it I'm gonna beat the producers ass, anyway get some sleep, I love u and good luck!

N/n

Ty f/n/n (friend nickname) I love you too good night

I then went back the Chandler's stream and leaned back resting my head on a pillow. Me and f/n we had been close for YEARS I honestly don't think I could even get where I am without her, but that's just the thing, there filming in Georgia and I just so happen to live hours away in y/s (your state/country) , so if I do get the part then we will no longer be neighbors, but that's also one of the reason my mom wanted me to get the part because we had family in Atlanta

"Also, one more thing before I head out, to the girl who did win, before you worrry about moving, I hate to tell you this but, your mom already knows we told her as soon as we know who we wanted, so we already gave house recommendations and I'm pretty sure you'll move in 2 months from now, anyway bye and to the new girl see you soon" he said then ended the stream,

I wish I'm the girl he's talking about, and with that i plugged my phone in and layed on my side, I needed this please just please I needed this. I slowly fell asleep even though I was filled with both excitement and exstream nervousness.

- (time skip) -

"Y/n it's already 9 you need to get up F/n said she was on her way" my mom said the walked out of my room, I groaned before I sat up and stretched before completely getting out of bed, I then walked over to my closet I grabbed some pajama pants and a black tank top (if you don't like the outfit just out what you like<3) something basic and simple for the possibly the best day of my life, that's also when worry once again filled me as well as the memory of what Carl said. 'Your moms already know' MY MOM KNOWS!? I put my hair half up (again if u don't like it just think of smt else) and ran down stairs

"Mom!" I said rather loudly and he turned with a worried look on her face. "Did I get the part or not? Chandler said you knew" I said and she let out a deep breath. "Y/n this is something you have to see for yourself" she said I then went down to sit on the steps. Thoughts ran through my head about everything that could go wrong till I heard the doorbell ring I got up and opened the door and F/n brought my into a huge hug, I returned it without hesitation. "You okay?" she asked and pulled away to look at me. "A little nervous" I said giving bet a small smile. "Well I mean one little email could possibly change your whole life, of course you are" he said letting out and airy laugh . "Geez what am I gonna do without you" I said referring to the fact that I had to move if I got the part. "I dont know, but I do know that you'll still be everything to me" she said, her voice was soft and reassuring. "Thank you f/n/n" I said and we hugged again she then pulled away and got comfortable.

"Did you eat anything yet?" she asked and I shock my head. "If I tried I think I might puke" I joked and she chuckled. "Well whatever happens happens" she said and I nodded then went up stairs to grab my phone

11 am

Just one hour

"Y/n! Hurry upp" I heard f/n yelled and I went back down stairs when my mom stopped me. "I am so proud of you" she said and I smiled. "Thank you mom" I said and she turned back to what she was doing and I sat down next to f/n waiting till I got the email that would either ruin or change my life I began to pick at my sick, something I picked up from my mom when I get really scared and Lord I wasn't just scared I was horrified.

"Y/n I got it" my mom said and I shot up. "Read it please" I said and she

"Y/n l/n we are-

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So? What do you think? Should I continue this series? If so please let me know!!

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